#poe x y/n

[stinkyme]

Hello! As asked, this is a version of jealousy sex with Poe :3 I hope you like it and enjoy it! :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, jealousy, Poe tries spanking the reader..ends up unsuccessfully, subby Poe, insecure Poe, body worship, he begs for reassurance and praise, oral!fem receiving, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, sliiiight overstimulation, reassurance and apologizing (reader), reader got Poe a gift and used Ranpo as a helper lol, creampie, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Jealousy sex || Poe x Reader

Poe and you had a very loving, trustful relationship. He enjoys spoiling you and is by no means shy to show how much you mean to him. You are his favorite person in the whole world and he makes sure you know that.

As anxious and jittery as he can be, your presence truly calms him down. 

For the most part.

"I am going out, see you later!" you yell out as you close the door behind you.

Going out? You haven't mentioned anything about going out. Well, it should be fine.

Poe keeps thinking to himself for a moment, but quickly gets back to work. He trusts you.

As you finally come back home, after a two hours or so, with huge bags inside your hands, you take your shoes off before you go to greet your beloved partner. 

"I am back! How is writing going?" you ask in a softer tone as you clumsily close the door behind yourself, given the amount of bags.

"I was just about to take a break…" Poe says in a slightly distracted tone as he finishes up the writing. He finally lifts his head in your direction, his bangs covering his gaze.

"What is all of that?" he asks, tone confused as he points to the bags.

"Oh! Um..well..right! Uh, I went shopping with Ranpo!" you finally voice out. 

Why are you so nervous about it? Is there something else?

"Oh..you don't usually go out with him. Did you have fun?" Poe asks in a gentle tone as you drop the bags to the side, Karl immediately jumping on you to cuddle. You pet his head as you bounce him around like he is a baby. Well, he kind of is.

"I did, yes." you nod as you take out a bigger piece of watermelon you bought specifically for Karl out of your shopping bags and hand it to him. He happily takes it, producing noises of excitement, as he jumps away from you and goes into hiding to eat. 

"We went to a farmer's market, candy store, obviously, a bookstore.." you stop for a moment to think about where else have you been with Ranpo.

"A bookstore?" Poe's tone is almost hurt as he lets out a faint gasp.

But bookstores are your guys' thing.

"Yes, why?" you don't even wait for him to answer as you continue chatting about your time spent with Ranpo.

"Anyways, Ranpo is much more fun than I expected. You really are amazed by him for a good reason. He is awfully smart." you keep on praising his friend for a while and Poe can't help but feel a little bit...annoyed. You slowly walk up to him and sit down on his table.

"Then he told me how he won against you like years ago and I was very surprised, I must say." you give him a glance and he can notice a little smile on your face. Poe feels a wave of nervousness wash over him as he remains silent.

"You never told me that, why?" you tilt your head, your smile spreading as your gaze never leaves his worried face.

"Uh..I-" he gulps, feeling a mixture of irritation and anxiety.

"Were you embarrassed? If so, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. He is a genius, after all." you sigh out as you look up, but Poe thinks that there is admiration in your gaze which he highly dislikes. That look was meant for him and him only. He can't help himself but tense up which doesn't go unnoticed by you. 

"No need to get nervous, I am sure you did your best, he was just better." you say without thinking about your own words. Poe's anxiety subsides completely, taken over by pure annoyance and irritation. He suddenly gets up from his chair, finding himself standing between your legs as he leans his face closer to yours, voice shaky.

"I really need you to stop talking now." his warm breath spreads over your lips, making them tremble. Your body begins to warm up, and even though you are still unsure about the reason behind his sudden reaction, you lean closer. He places his hands on your hips, hesitating for a moment. Neither of you are really used to Poe being in charge, it felt exciting for you, but a tad bit scary for him. 

However, as soon as your words echo in his mind again, he swiftly places his lips on yours, trying to make them die out. Your lips part together, tongues quickly finding each other and moving at an eager, almost rough pace. Poe squeezes your thighs before he moves his hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck as his lips wrap around your bottom lip, sucking it in slightly as the tip of his tongue brushes over it. He begins clumsily undoing your pants and you slide off of the table to help him. Your kiss grows more passionate and rougher as he finally slides your pants and underwear down your legs as far as he can reach.

You sit back up on the table and he breaks the kiss, taking them off completely. He swiftly pulls you off the table, not even removing your shirt as there is only one thought inside his head. He roughly turns you around, pressing your ass against his hard cock. More heat spreads inside your body as he has never been like this. Poe was usually always very soft and delicate with you, but not now it seems. It makes your pussy leak more precum as you feel him squeezing and gliding his hands over your ass.

His cock gets harder, putting more pressure on your ass and you can feel his hand growing shaky. Suddenly, he lands a slap on one of your ass cheeks which makes your hips jolt forward, a sharp whimper escaping your throat. He never did this before and you can feel your confusion get overpowered by excitement.

You didn't think much about it and he didn't give you much time either as he landed another shaky spank on the same spot. You let out a softer whimper this time. Nothing happens for a good moment and you want to turn your head around as Poe lands another slap on your other ass cheek, this time harsher, more confident one. He repeats the action almost immediately and you let out a sharp yelp, your hips twitching into the table. Poe raises his hand again and you prepare yourself for another spank, but he softly puts it on your ass, soothing over the sensitive skin.

"I am sorry, so sorry. Did I hurt you?" he asks in a lower, less confident tone as he keeps soothing your barely spanked ass. He leans in and begins placing kisses all over the skin he was spanking just a moment ago.

"No, not at all." you reply with a light chuckle as more little "sorry's" get whispered into your skin between the kisses. He snakes his hands underneath your shirt and you lift yourself to help him take it off. As soon as he does, he drops it on the ground, clumsily undoing your bra and you slide it down your arms, back still turned to him. Poe immediately begins kissing your exposed back, starting from your nape and slowly moving down your spine. You drop the bra to the side and sigh out in enjoyment as his soft, wet lips kiss your spine.

He continues kissing your back, this time his attention on your shoulder blades. He kisses one of them, tracing his way in more kisses to the other one. He slowly moves down, covering the soft skin of both sides around your spine. He reaches your hips, kissing the area between them and moves lower, placing more quick ones over your ass. You let a faint breath out as he begins kissing the back of your thighs, giving both equal attention and love. Your lower tummy tingles in excitement as he is practically on his knees.

He places the tip of his tongue on the sensitive, thin skin behind your knee and shakily licks his way up, finishing right beneath your ass. At this point, your precum is almost leaking down in-between your thighs. He repeats the process on the other backside of your thigh, licking the full length of it. He straightens himself, gently turning you around and you sit back on the table as his hands slide up and down your thighs, spreading them. Poe leans his face close to your neck, painting it whole in soft kisses of apology. Another weak "I am sorry" is whispered in your skin and you let out a soft whimper as he kisses your collarbones, his trembling lips sending shivers down your spine.

"It's okay, it was interesting seeing you like this. What got you so worked up?" you whisper as you place your hand on top of his head, fingers barely brushing through his soft hair. He remains silent as he kisses your chest area, placing a hesitant and quick kitten lick on both of your nipples. You let out a mellow whimper as he kisses down your tummy. You pull away your hand, using both of your hands to support you from the back as he reaches your lower tummy. He pulls the chair and sits down, perfectly aligning his face with your pretty pussy. He gently holds your ankles up in the air, alternately tracing more kisses over both of your calves. His lips reach your inner thighs where he does exactly the same, covering them in his loving kisses.

Poe gently puts your legs on his shoulders as he leans in, a shaky breath warming up your pussy and making you tremble. He appreciates you being exposed like this for a few seconds before he delicately licks your outer lips. He lets a quivery breath out, sending more goosebumps through your body as you let out a dim whimper. His tongue brushes over your clit and inner lips as he moves his head left and right in quick, small motions. Upon feeling your precum melting on the tip of his tongue, he lets out a whimper before he settles on your clit. Poe begins by placing a few quick kitten licks on it, slowly changing his pace to a more steady and circular one. His movement is soft and delicate, but as soon as he hears you let out a couple of faint moans and feels the way your thighs squeeze around him, he begins moving his tongue in a quicker manner. You move one of your hands into his hair, pushing his bangs back as you watch him pleasure you.

He lets out a soft whimper as he moves his head up and down, while his tongue moves in zig-zag motion over your inner lips and clit. Your thighs squeeze his head once more as he focuses on your clit only again, wrapping his lips around it and begins sucking in a quite greedy manner. His tongue keeps brushing over your clit as he keeps on sucking it, warmth swirling in your lower tummy as he does. You let out louder moans as he lets one of your legs fall off his shoulder and pushes your leg away, spreading you more for him. He keeps greedily and hungrily sucking on your clit, a few muffled whimpers getting stuck inside his throat. Your grip on his hair tightens as your legs get weaker. You angle your hips towards him just a bit more and the sensation becomes clearer and stronger.

You throw your head back as Poe's lips shakily unwrap away from your clit, now only using his tongue, moving it in a quick up and down motion. You suck in a breath between your teeth as your orgasm approaches fast, your lower tummy forming a pulsating knot of warmth. More louder moans occupy your throat as Poe squeezes your legs, eagerly moving his tongue and stimulating your whole clit. You feel the first wave of your orgasm and your grip on his soft hair tightens resulting in a small snivel from Poe, but he doesn't stop, too eager to please you to care. You let out a sharp moan as your orgasm finally breaks down completely, an intense heat tingling in your lower tummy leaving your legs to shake.

Your hips quiver as your climax slowly melts away, but again, Poe doesn't stop, moreover, he brings his hand to your inner lips and slides two of his fingers inside your drooling cunt. You gasp in as he does, sort of sensitive. He curls his fingers and starts stimulating your g-spot as his lips wrap around your clit again, eagerly sucking on it. A sharp breath escapes your lungs as your pussy clenches around his fingers. Your lower tummy feels weak and tender, but the pleasurable sensation makes you moan as your hips twitch.

Poe switches the movement of his fingers, now sliding them in and out easily, pressuring all of your sweet spots inside while he keeps on sucking your clit. Your breathing becomes quick and heavy, your legs feel unresponsive as your body feels like it's burning from all the pleasure he was providing. Poe slowly lets go of your clit, barely looking up as he speaks.

"Am I good enough for you?" he asks rather shyly, his eyes lickerish but insecure.

"Of course you are. What makes you think you are not?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.

"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.

"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.

"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.

"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.

"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.

"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.

Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 

"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.

"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.

"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.

Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.

"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.

"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.

"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.

"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.

"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you. He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.

"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.

"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"

He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.

"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.

"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.

"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathless as he keeps on pumping his fingers in and out of you.

"It's nothing..but, am I doing good for you?" he asks, his gaze moving to the side.

"You are doing great, baby, just keep going." you reassure him and he nods, quickly finding himself back on your clit.

He speeds up the movement of his fingers, relentlessly rubbing your g-spot with them as his sucking becomes more desperate. You let out a loud, sharp moan as his fingertips pressure your g-spot while his tongue faints over your clit in more consistent fashion. You feel another wave of strong heat spread inside your body as your hips begin moving on their own, eager for another orgasm.

"Please tell me I am good." is to be heard in the moment when Poe lets go of your clit just for a quick second before continuing the previous action. You swallow your own moan as you speak up.

"You are so good for me." you whisper, voice shaking slightly as another orgasm builds up.

"More, tell me more, please." he whispers quickly, his voice whiny and needy.

"You are doing such a good job, such a perfect boy for me." you say softly, voice still trembling. Poe whimpers in your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. You let out a louder moan as he speeds up his fingers, not giving a single break to your sweet spot. He keeps on sucking your clit like a man starved. Your hips start to twitch as your orgasm slowly comes in a few mellow waves. Your cunt clenches around his fingers as you feel the intense heat spreading through your body.

"Keep going, you are so good! So good." you moan out your words loudly as you feel your release reaches its peak. Your legs shake as Poe keeps going, his little whimpers getting buried in your pussy. You pull on his hair roughly, pushing him in your needy cunt as you let out shaky moans. Poe slows down the movement of his fingers, teasing the end of your orgasm as he slowly unwraps his lips, placing a soft kiss on top of your sensitive clit.

Your grip on his hair softens as you let go of it, breathing heavily. Poe stands up, placing his hand on your lower back to keep you in place as he uses his hip to spread your other leg more. He rests his head between your neck and shoulder, looking down. He puts his fingertips on your overly responsive clit, earning a gasp from you as he begins rubbing circles on it. 

"Too much." you try to push his hand away before he whispers.

"Are you happy with me?" his voice is quiet and soft as he remains on stimulating your clit.

"O-of course I am happy, what makes you think I am not?" you try to keep your voice steady, but your hips end up playing into his movement, slightly moving back and forth. Your pussy keeps on clenching around nothing to ease up the sensation as it feels a bit too much, but too enjoyable.

Poe remains silent once again as he keeps drawing circles on your clit. He speeds up his movement a little bit, making you choke out a guttural, deep moan as it sends jolting sensation through your groins and legs. You begin shaking a bit, but Poe pushes on your lower back, making you take it regardless.

"I need you to tell me more, please." he whispers and your eyes roll back as there is unbearable tingling heat inside your body. A teasing smile appears on your face in the middle of it all.

"I want you to fuck me. Can you do that?" you ask in a lustful, dirty tone and he suddenly stops his movement, hand shaky.

"Wh..what?" he asks you in an obviously shy, but surprised tone.

"You seem tense. I am not usually this straightforward with you, aren't I?" you chuckle a bit.

"I want you to fuck me so you could earn all the praises you seem so needy for today. Sounds good?" you whisper with a teasing smile as Poe moves away from you.

He stands between your legs, a bit hesitant. He obviously wanted to, but he disliked being put on the spot so suddenly.

"You will be a good boy and do that for me, right?" you ask in a lower tone as you wrap your legs around his hips and pull him closer.

"Or...are you too shy to please me like that? That's okay, I could just-"

He doesn't even want to hear the end of that sentence, fearing for the worst.

"No, let me." he cuts you off, still a little bit hesitant as you let go of his hips. He takes his pants and boxers off, letting them drop down to his ankles, exposing his slim, longish cock. He was hard, precum bubbling on his tip. You angle your hips towards him as he comes closer, shakily aligning his cock with your inner lips. He lets out a little whimper as he feels how wet you are.

"I just really want to please you." he says shyly as he slides his cock inside you with one long stroke. You let out a sudden moan as you wrap your arms around his neck. His thrusts are slow and precise, soft whimpers spilling from his lips.

"You always please me. Why are you so worried?" you ask a bit breathlessly as his cock rubs your g-spot perfectly. He doesn't answer your question once again, but rather just speeds up his pace in response. You let out a few whimpers as his cock keeps stimulating all of your sweet spots without a break.

He leans in closer, his trembling lips brushing over your neck as his whimpers spread his soft breath over your skin. Your whole body gets covered in goosebumps as your hands move on his nape and back of his head. He rests his hands on your hips as he keeps on thrusting in the same, fast pace. 

"Please." he whispers into your skin, voice soft and borderline whiny.

"You are doing such a great job, I feel so good right now." you let out quickly as moans overwhelm you. Poe's cock twitches in response, his soft whimpers covering your skin.

"Tell me more, please." he says weakly. He puts his hand on your thigh, stretching his thumb to reach your clit. He draws small circles on top of it as he keeps making deep, quick strokes. You let out a sharp whimper as you tightly grip on his hair.

"I have never felt this good." you gasp out at the end of your sentence as his cock twitches once again.

"You are the best I ever had." you continue quickly before your moans pick up the pace.

"Am I better to you than him?" he asks a bit breathlessly, voice shaking before a guttural whine cuts him off. Your expression becomes confused.

"Better than who?" you ask in steadier tone as your brain focuses on the question at hand.

"Well..Ranpo." he says nervously, but also with a certain normality that makes you pull his hair so he could face you. You look at him for a moment as he stops his movement.

"What are you talking about?" your tone is confused as you tilt your head a bit, eyebrows knitting in said confusion.

"Well, today..you went shopping with him..and then you started praising him..and said how he is just better." Poe lays out his reasons in a more regular tone, but you can sense the anxiety lingering.

"I was referring to your competition, not...this or anything else related to you. And I expressed myself wrongly, I meant he was better just that once, it doesn't mean you won't be able to win in the future." you say softly as you caress the back of his head. His lips reveal that there is slight insecurity still going on.

"I am sorry it came out wrong, you are the only one for me and I have never felt better with anyone, only you can make me feel this good." you whisper and a little smile curls on his face. He slowly picks up the pace with his hips again as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

You smile at him, but as soon as he speeds up his pace and his thumb continues drawing circles on your clit, your lips part as moans fill up the room. You let out a few breathy praises slip past your lips, each one of them making his cock throb inside you, pressuring your sweet spot more and making you feel light headed as warmth quickly rushes through your body.

Your inner thighs tense and flex as you feel a swirling, tingling sensation inside your lower tummy. Poe lets out trembling, almost broken whines alongside a few deep breaths, trying to contain himself as much as possible. His sweet voice barely asks for more praises and you can barely voice them out yourself as your pussy keeps on clenching around him, your orgasm getting closer.

He keeps his pace quick, but makes it deeper, reaching all the spots inside of you. You let out a sharp, filthy moan as your legs shake, your body feeling sore and weak as the first waves of orgasm hit you. Poe buries his head in your neck, painting your skin in endless whimpers as his cock twitches in response to your warm cunt roughly, more consistently clenching around him.

Your breathing becomes heavy as your climax finally goes over the edge, your whole body shivering as overwhelming waves of heat spread underneath your skin. Poe moves his head on your collarbone, resting his forehead on it, pulling you in closer to him. His thumb begins twitching on your clit, sending jolts through your body as his whimpers echo through the room.

He tries to keep you as close as possible as he finally reaches his own orgasm, sharp gasps in and out consuming his lungs as a few ropes of cum get released inside of you. You let out a few softer moans upon feeling his cum fill you up, your pussy too sensitive at this point. Poe's thrusts slow down, he is barely moving.

You squeeze your thighs around his hips as he stops moving completely, remaining still. He places a gentle, trembling kiss on your lips and you slowly let go of his hips, letting him pull out as your breathings come back to normal. You slowly get off of the table, his hands helping you by one of them resting on your lower back while his other one holds yours. You quickly put on your shirt and panties, running over to your bags as you do. In the meantime, he zips his pants back up.

"And, the only reason I praised him is because he helped me get this for you. Otherwise, I would never be able to get it." you sigh out as you take out a very rare, almost unattainable book that Poe wanted for quite some time now, but was unable to find it. He tilts his head as you walk up to him, gently placing the book on the table. Poe observes it for a good moment before he touches the cover, his finger tracing over the title. You stand there a bit awkwardly before he basically throws himself on you, hugging you tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he lets out loudly, excitement obvious in his voice. You smile warmly at him as you caress the back of his head.

"It's nothing, really. But don't expect many of those in the future, I would have to ask Ranpo and his services are...expensive." you say in a slightly tired tone as you sigh out.

"Expensive? Expensive...how?!" Poe lets out nervously and you can't help but chuckle.

"Well...if I must say, that guy has a lot of stamina." you say in a mischievous tone. Poe gulps, remaining silent. You gasp and slap his arm as he seems to believe in your story.

"I am joking you weirdo! I meant I had to spend at least an hour with him in a candy store while he was picking stuff he wanted." you sigh out and roll your eyes.

"Oh...I see. Yes, he is usually like that. No, usually is an understatement. He is always like that." Poe nods to himself as his voice returns back to his usual one.

"Which is exactly why…, now, hold on a second. Were you jealous?" you grin at him, unable to contain a little excitement in your voice. Poe's lips curl downwards as he tries his best to lie.

"No, of course not!" he says as if he is trying to convince himself more than you.

"Mm, you don't seem so sure of yourself." you say teasingly as you wrap your arms around his neck. You lean your lips closer to his ear, your warm breath making him gulp.

"You see, I could really use a bath and I believe you could too. How about you earn more praise there?" you whisper in his ear and he shivers, quickly nodding.

You let out a chuckle and least to say, he definitely earned all the praises you could possibly give to him.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :D <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it truly means a lot to me! :) <3

Forehead kisses for everyone :3

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[charliedawn]

Alright alright, I worked up the courage to ask about Star Wars. Can I get a How they would kiss you preference for Star Wars? Aniken and Han Solo and any characters you might want.

Anakin :

The first time you kissed Ani, it was on the return of one of his missions and someone had told you that he had been hurt during said mission. You hadn't wasted a single second before climbing aboard ship before it even reached the ground, praying that Anakin was alright.

You found him in the medical bay, laid down on a bed and your heart missed a beat. You stepped forward to hold his hand and stroked the back of his hand with your thumb.

"Come on, Ani...Wake up. For me. Please."

You then kissed him, unaware of what was going on in Anakin's head—since you weren't force sensitive.

In Anakin's head :

'Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Play unconscious. Don't laugh. Don't freak out. It's not like Y/N is kissing you right now. They're going to be so mad when they discover it was a prank.'

And then, as if the force itself had summoned him, Obi-Wan stepped in and stopped dead in his tracks before eyeing the both of you suspiciously.

"What are you doing ?", he asked before folding his arms over his chest in disapproval. You suddenly took a step back and threw your hands in the air.

"It's...It's not what it looks like !", you tried to defend yourself—but Obi-Wan shook his head before looking straight at Anakin.

"Not you. You. Get up, Anakin.", he told him and you frowned in incomprehension, until Anakin started talking that is.

"Can't, master. I'm playing dead."

Your eyes grew wide and you were seriously debating on whether to be overjoyed by the fact that he was alright, or kill him yourself.

"No, you're playing the idiot. Now, get up.", Obi-Wan said knowingly and Anakin rolled his eyes before finally sitting up.

Obi-Wan sighed before walking away.

"You have five minutes."

The moment he was out, you glared at Anakin who addressed you a cheeky wink before asking.

"Sooo...You were worried, huh ?"

You restrained an eye roll before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Ani...You are the biggest jerk in all the galaxy. And I'm mad at you. And it doesn't make any sense. But, I still love you."

You then kissed him again and he smiled at your words. He knew he was a fool, but it felt so good to be your fool—he would gladly spent an eternity being yours.

"If that's how you kiss all jerks, I'll gladly be the king of jerks."

You shook your head in disbelief before hitting his chest playfully. You then both burst into laughter and he took your hand before you left the ship to go home.

Anakin is passionate and playful. He'd do anything for a smile. And even when you're mad at him, he'd find a way to make you laugh and indulge into giving him what he wants.

He would have his kiss, no matter what.

Han Solo :

You were one of the Rebel fighters and had met Han Solo when he was trapped on wookie territory. The Rebellion had sent you on a rescue mission and boy, were you skillful with a blaster.

He immediately noticed you and since then, had been unable to stay away.

Finally, he confessed his love for you just as he was on a mission to go stop Darth Vader.

"Hey, Y/N...I might not make it. So...Just wanted to let you know that I love you and try not to cry too hard if I..."

He wanted to reassure you, but he knew that the mission would be dangerous and decided to be honest with you. But, he didn't plan on you—grabbing him by the back of the neck to kiss him before he could utter another word. Not that he was complaining. But, he was actually trying to be a gentleman.

"Make sure you do.", you told him and Han blinked twice before chuckling nervously.

"Yeah...I'll do that."

He then went aboard his ship and you smiled before grabbing Chewbacca's hand before he also went inside after him.

"Bring our Han back in one piece, alright ?"

Chewbacca let out a loud roar in agreement before pulling you into a hug and you smiled—hiding your tears into his fur. You knew the mission would be dangerous, you weren't delusional. But, you were certain Han would be back. He had promised you afterall and Chewbacca seemed to believe the same. You stayed there until the Millennium Falcon was out of sight before returning to your duties.

A few days later :

When they returned, you ran into Han's arms and he gratefully accepted the rain of kisses you had in store for him. He had missed you too. He was so glad he could come back to you and blinked his tears away. He didn't think he would make it, but damn...He was mighty glad he did.

Han is into long and deeply heart-felt kisses. He may seem like the flirtatious and quick kisses type of man. But, he likes knowing someone is waiting for him. Once he has accepted you in his heart, he's not leaving your side and would spend hours kissing you if he could.

Poe Dameron :

Poe had been held captive for so long, it was a shock when he suddenly reappeared and you dropped everything to run and wrap your arms around him. He chuckled and held you even closer while he peppered your face with kisses, trying to stop your tears.

"Ssh...I'm here. I'm here."

You had been so afraid he'd be gone for good this time, your legs gave under you, but Poe kept you steady. He cupped the back of your head and kept you close to him while he thanked his luck star he got another moment with you.

Poe is a pretty passionate guy. He is also often on a ship, flying into danger. So, every moment counts. He wouldn't lose any time and kiss you and embrace you every chance he gets—knowing it might be his last.

Kylo Ren :

"You...wish to kiss me ?", Kylo Ren suddenly stated when you were both alone—reading your mind easily.

You sighed. Of course...

"Is that wrong ?", you asked—completely unashamed. It wasn't like you could hide anything from him. You thought he was a good leader in his good days (an awful one on his bad ones) and didn't see the point in trying to hide it. He seemed almost surprised for a second before answering you.

"Not to my knowledge. The human body has very unpredictable needs and I recall that the act of kissing is one of them...However...", he frowned slightly before adding. "I also recall that the act is to show affection to loved ones. So, why would you wish to partake in such an activity with me ?"

You shrugged.

"Because you are the only one who wouldn't be disgusted by the scars."

He tilted his head quizzically at you before you sighed and removed your helmet—showing him your old battle scars.

"Crenian acid. The Crenians can be quite creative with their torture methods. The acid slipped through my armor and disfigured me for life."

Kylo stayed silent while examining your features with attention. You did have red angry scars almost identical to his...but far numerous and even though he knew better than to judge, you wouldn't be considered pretty in any beauty standards he knew of.

But, he smiled.

Good. Because, he didn't like pretty.

He took a step forward and slowly reached for your chin to raise it in order for your eyes to meet. You eyes were a sight to behold though...Dark and magnetic. He could easily read your mind, but even if he did...There was always something he would miss—something he couldn't quite grasp.

"Do you really want this ?", he asked—even though you had thought about it for a long time and you nodded.

That's all the encouragement he needed.

He crashed his lips onto yours and muffled all sounds you could have made. He swallowed them and took pride in taking you by surprise.

Kylo Ren is possessive and quite violent in his kisses. He's not nice or sweet. But, he can be when he wants to...which is almost never. But sometimes, Ben would resurface and kiss you sweetly when he knows that you can't handle the other one. There'd be a constant battle within him and not only about the force—but about you as well.

Armitage Hux :

"What do you want, soldier ?! Why call me to this floor when there are so many officers that could..?!"

"General Hux...I believe I want to kiss you.", you interrupted him and general Hux' eyes grew wide in shock. You had been close at the academy...But, he never thought...

"What ?"

"I want to kiss you.", you repeated and general Hux's jaw went slack in disbelief for a couple of seconds before he shook his head to regain his composure.

"You want to kiss me so badly, you'd really risk losing your life ?", he finally asked and you replied with a daring smirk—even though you were terrified inside.

"And what if I am ?"

He huffed a mocking laugh before shaking his head again.

"Then, you are insane. You are a stormtrooper. You shouldn't desire anything.", he reasoned and turned around to step away.

"Then, tell me, general...How come I desire you ?", you shot back.

He stopped dead in his tracks and gave you a quizzical side glance. You smiled and reached forward for his hand before wrapping it around your wrist and positioning his thumb above your pulse point. You wanted him to feel it...feel what you've always felt around him.

"How come...general ?", you repeated softly—but with more insistance this time around as he seemed genuinely puzzled. He raised his other hand to wrap his fingers around your throat and feel the pulse there too...As if trying to decipher if you were being serious, or just tricking him into believing someone could ever want him...

"A default in your programming. A mere illusion that you are playing yourself to comfort your lonely nights..."

But, he didn't pull away. Seems like someone did have lonely nights as well...You leaned forward and he didn't stop you. When you lips touched, he let out a small gasp before holding you tightly against him. There was no logical explanation, no possible reasoning, none whatsoever as to why Hux suddenly felt the need to hold you...But, he did.

And, when you were the one who pulled back, you could see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. But, he quickly got back his composure and stood up straight—a single strand of his red hair out of place the only proof of what you had just done.

"D...Dismissed."

He had trouble uttering the command and you smiled before finally agreeing. You wouldn't tell him how your heart was thrashing in your chest, threatening to jump out of your ribcage. He probably already knew from the moment you kissed, hence the small gasp of surprise.

What you didn't know was how general Hux himself became red in the face the moment you were out and tried to cover it—stabilizing himself by supporting himself on the back of a chair. One more minute and he would have melted right in front of you.

General Hux hides his emotions from sight, it doesn't mean he doesn't have any. He'd give you quick and sweet kisses when no one is looking and give you smiles only you could witness.

Obi-Wan Kenobi :

To be honest, you weren't prepared for the first time you kissed Obi-Wan. He had pulled you from the crowd because he needed a native to escape the many stormtroopers and you had agreed to pretend being his wife/husband for a while—not to raise suspicion. You were an ally to the jedi cause and had tried to help him the best you could.

However, a stormtrooper had eventually cornered you in a dark alley and with no exit. He had asked you for your papers, but Obi-Wan didn't have any. Thankfully, your papers could suffice if you were considered family,but the stormtrooper was suspicious and refused to just drop it. You saw Obi-Wan touch the handle of his lightsaber. But, instead of alerting the others of your presence by killing the stormtrooper—you had another idea and suddenly pulled Obi-Wan by the collar to clash your lips against his.

The stormtrooper wanted to speak, but Obi-Wan raised a finger—as if asking him to wait for a minute while he kissed you back. The stormtrooper coughed and looked away. He really hadn't expected it and you smirked. At least now, he had proof you were together and you wiped your lips with a cheeky wink at the soldier before walking past him.

"That's my wife/husband.", Obi-Wan uttered with a dreamy smile—a slight note of disbelief in his tone before the stormtrooper let out a small snort at his words.

"....Lucky you."

Obi-Wan nodded in agreement before attempting to comb his hair back with his fingers. He then walked past the stormtrooper as well and that was how you succeeded in escaping inspection...and you became Obi-Wan's partner.

It is against the Jedi code to form such romantic attachments, but Obi-Wan was ready to bend the rules for you. You made him want to brave the Jedi council and anyone who would dare say that your love wasn't right.

His kisses would be the symbol of that, genuine, true and open. You wouldn't try to hide your love, no matter what...Because it is pure and beautiful.

Darth Vader :

It was at a time when you thought you could bring back your old Anakin. You had followed Darth Vader in an attempt to make him see reason, but the day he decided to kill the children...that was the day you decided enough was enough.

You stood in his way and gave him an ultimatum.

If he was to hurt them, he would have to step over your cold dead body. You loved him and you knew better than to side with the jedi, but you wouldn't let him kill the kids. It didn't feel right. But, you didn't expect it when he lit his lightsaber and the terrible red hue made the children scream in terror behind you. You stayed put while Darth Vader wondered what he should do with you. Anakin used to be so fond of you, but there was no place for such affection in his heart no longer.

But, you still wanted to try.

You took a step forward and pleaded with tears in your eyes.

"Please, Ani...Don't do this. I love you."

The words he had dreamt of hearing so many times before—mere buzzing in the background of this uncontrollable anger he felt growing inside of him now. You knew words wouldn't be enough, so you raised your hands to gently cup his cheeks and place a tender kiss on his lips. You thought it would be enough, that he would feel your love in this kiss...And, maybe he did.

But, it was far from enough.

"...How dare you ?"

His words cut your breath short as he pushed you away with the force and you landed on the floor, your whole body shaking in pain as he screamed.

"HOW DARE YOU SAY THOSE WORDS NOW ?! YOU LET THEM CAST ME ASIDE ! I WAITED SO LONG FOR YOU TO CONFESS THE SAME LOVE I FELT FOR YOU, AND YOU DO IT NOW ?! AND FOR WHO ?! FOR WHAT ?! NOT FOR ME ! TO SAVE THOSE PITIFUL JEDI !"

He raised his hand towards the children huddled together in a corner and you forced yourself to stand up again and stand in front of them.

"They are only children, Ani...Please..."

He saw the desperation in your gaze, but shook his head.

"It's too late, Y/N. You are too late.", he told you and your eyes widened at the clear accusation in his words. He was holding you as responsible for what he had become than the rest. And when his lightsaber raised in the air, you uttered a loud scream of frustration before drawing out your own lightsaber—your two weapons clashed against each other and showed you each other's faces.

You were scared of what you saw in his eyes, and so did he. His eyes softened for just a second at your tear-strained face and the hatred there. You hated that you loved him, you hated that it was too late and most of all, you hated your own powerlessness as you could only watch the love of your life fall into a pit of darkness without you...You wished your heart couldn't see right from wrong, but it did. And this...this was wrong.

"A—!" You tried to talk again, but he turned his head away. Anakin was dead. You should know that. So, why ? Why do you keep holding on to a memory ? But he took a step back and only glared at the children behind you before sighing in defeat.

"Go. Take the children with you. Before I do something I regret."

His voice was cold and commanding. You held back your tears before walking away. You couldn't stay, not if you wanted the children to survive.

"I'll come back for you.", you whispered.

Another empty promise that you both knew there was no way you could hold. But, he still gave you a weak smile and nodded knowingly before the door closed behind you.

"No. You won't..."

[mncxbe]

Taking a bath with them♡ part 2

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐, 𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐, 𝑷𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Genre: fluff/ slight nsfw

I saw that y'all really liked the first one so here's part 2 of this little series♡

𝑱ō𝒏𝒐

I feel like Jōno prefers not to take baths because hot water is a sensory overload for him; like his skin feels weird

but he will do it for you if you ask nicely

he knows that it's something important to you so he'll make the experience as enjoyable as possible

he's kinda chill and doesn't move around too much

prefers to have you pressed against his chest so he can run his fingers through your hair

Jōno heard the splashing sound of water accumulating in the tub long before he stepped foot in your apartment. He had a vague idea of what your plans for tonight were, but he decided not to spoil your surprise.

"Hey there darling" you beamed "How was work?"

"Quite alright my dear. Nothing special."

You made your way to your boyfriend, arms snaking around his neck as you planted a kiss on his cheek. "How about we do something special tonight?" you asked.

Jono didn't miss the hint of mischief in your voice nor the sudden shift of your heartbeat. "Like what, taking a bath together?". He didn't need to see you (lol sorry) to know that your lips were now pushed forward in an adorable pout.

"You're so done I swear~ but yes, I was planning for us to take a bath"

Your boyfriend considered your proposal for a second before nodding. "Alright, but I can't stay for too long, you know that."

"Yes, yes don't worry" you said reassuringly, flashing him a smile. "Now go get ready I'll make us a cup of tea. Or would you prefer wine?"

"No, tea is fine"

"Ok, be right back". With that you tiptoed to the kitched. Jono took off his uniform and headed to the bathroom; the moment he entered the room a wave of heat made his skin prickle. He wasn't a big fan of bathing since the steam and hot water made his skin feel strange, but then again, what wouldn't he do for his lovely girlfriend.

He carefully sank in the tub, taking a few seconds to adjust to its temperature.

"Is the water hot enough?" you asked as you stepped in the bathroom carrying two cups of tea, its herbal, slightly woody scent filling his lungs.

"Yes, it's quite alright." He motioned you to join him and you quickly placed the cups on the tiled floor before sinking in the water.

You made yourself comfortable in his embrace, nestling your head on his chest as one of his arms wrapped around your frame. The first few minutes in the bath were spent in silence, the two of you simply enjoying each other's presence, but soon you became aware of his body pressed against yours, his hands caressing your plump skin. A light, rosy blush tinted your cheeks and your heart skipped a beat.

Of course, Jono noticed the slight change in your body temperature and heart rhythm. A low chuckle escaped his lips.

"Oh my, you alright darling?" he teased, his lips lightly touching the shell of your ear.

"Of course. It's just very hot in here" you shrugged playfully. His fingers ghosted over your thighs, causing you to squeeze them together.

"I can tell when you lie to me, dear. Your breath hitches. Plus, based on your reaction I~"

"Shh ok I got it" you laughed, covering his mouth with your hand. "You're right. You made me a bit nervous."

Jono gently removed your hand, a warm smile stretching his lips. He pulled you closer and kissed your temple, a sign of his unshakeable love for you.

"You make my heart beat faster too, my love" he whispered before letting his head fall back, the smell of honeyed tea easing his senses.

𝒀𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒐

she's a big fan of flower petals in the tub

skincare queen

most of the times she's the one who initiates the baths

she always has a glass of some alcoholic beverage nearby

you know y'all gossip; she wants to know all the juicy details of your day

uses baths as a form of aftercare or simply to relax

"Girl I swear to god." you half screamed as you entered your flat, slamming the door shut. "You won't believe what happened today."

Yosano, who was sharpening the knives in the kitchen, abandoned the steel cutters and made her way to the hallway with a grin on her face.

"Was it that colleague of yours again?"

"You know it! He's so annoying I cannot even".

Your girlfriend smiled understandingly and opened her arms. Dragging your feet on the carpet, you closed the distance between you and pulled her into a tight hug.

"There, there" she said, caressing your head. "How about we take a bath together, hm? I'll go get it ready while you eat something. We have some gyoza and rice in the fridge."

You quickled pecked her cheek and tiptoed to the kitchen."Thanks dear. I'll be right there"

While your girfriend was getting the bath ready you niddbled the pork dumplings; when you finished eating you grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine from the storage room and made your way to the bathroom. Yosano was already there.

"You surely took your time, dear." she teased, her crimson eyes darting around your features.

"Oh shush. I got us wine" you said as you began pouring the merlot liquid in the two glasses. After that you discarded your clothes on the ground next to Yosano's butterfly clip and joined her in the tub. Drink in hand, you began rambling on.

"As I was saying, that guy is insufferable. He's mad that I was the one who got the promotion and now he's acting all petty. I mean, what even! Today he put salt in my coffee"

Yosano laughed at your words "No way he did that"

"I'm telling you he did" you whined, taking a sip of wine. "What I'm more mad about is that he took credit for one of my ideas and got all the praise."

You were visibly irritated, eyes glimmering with anger. "It's so unfair"

Yosano leaned in and cupped your cheek, her thumb gently tracing over your lower lip. "My pretty girl, don't worry about that asshole."

Her words were tender, but they carried a certain venom. "Plus, if he keeps bothering you I'll deal with him"

A small chuckle escaped your lips "Oh don't bother. He's not worth our time"

Yosano's gaze moved to your lips for a brief second and you took the hint. You could taste the sweetness of the wine on her lips when you kissed and you closed your eyes, allowing the stress to dissipate.

"Well now, dear." your girlfriend said in a honeyed voice as she pulled away "How about we go to bed now? I'll help you relax"

"That doesn't sound bad at all" you cooed, beaming with anticipation.

You both finished your routine for the night and hid beneath the silky sheets, in a world of your own. It's safe to say that you were in for a long night.

𝑲𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒂

his face turns a pretty shade of pink when he hears your proposal

at first he tries to protest, claiming that it wouldn't align with his ideals but he can barely hide his excitement

this man has a fern next to his tub idc

Kunikida tries his best to make this experience most enjoyable for you: he asks you in advance if you prefer bubbles, bath bombs or just plain water, what temperature would be best for you, he massages your back and brings little snacks for the two of you

at first he won't let you wash his hair but after a few times he accepts

"Come on dear just this once" you desperately pleaded.

"I said no, Y/N."

"But it's for my birthday"

This little argument between you and your boyfriend started a few days ago when he asked you what you'd like for your anniversary.

"Well" you said coyly, twirling a strand of your coffee-coloured hair around your index finger "I'd like a romantic bath with you. With candles and all that."

The tips of Kunikida's ears turned red at your proposal "But darling, this is... it's against my ideals"

"I know but that's the only thing I want. If you accept I promise I won't try anything" you replied with a smirk.

You've been dating Kunikida for around two to three months now and although you were sleeping in the same bed you never actually saw eachother naked. Your boyfriend had a detailed plan of how the relationship was going to evolve and you didn't really minded it. Of course, you sometimes teased him or tried to push his limits a bit but nothing too extreme, so your proposal came as a surprise to him.

The evening before your birthday he finally agreed to take a bath with you and you spent the whole night answering his questions: what scented candles did you prefer? or did you like the regular ones better?, what snacks and drinks should he bring?

The next evening when you came home from work the whole apartment smelled like vanilla. You walked into the kitchen where you found your boyfriend pouring your favourite white wine in a glass.

"Ah there you are, my dear. Go get yourself ready for the bath, I'll join you in a minute" he said, motioning you to enter the bathroom.

You quickly took off your makeup and undressed, placing the folded clothes next to the sink and got in the tub. The water temperature was perfect, coils of vanilla scented steam hovering above its surface. You gazed around the bathroom, admiring your boyfriend's work; he had decorated the room to your liking: a few tall, beige candles were placed on the windowsill and the floor was adorned with red rose petals. The window had a view over the town and was slightly foggy so the lights of the city appeared elongated and haloed.

Just then, Kunukida entered the bathroom carrying a plate of nuts and cheese and your glass of wine. He gently placed them on the table next to the tub, where his pet fern resided, before joining you.

"Is everything to your liking, my dear?" he asked anxiously.

"Of course! It's perfect I love it so much. Thank you" you beamed, reaching for a piece of camembert. You placed it in your mouth and chewed slowly, savouring its tangy flavour.

Your boyfriend relaxed a little when he saw how thrilled you were and he took a sip of wine.

You talked about your day and the gifts you received from colleagues at work and when you eventually finished eating, you shifted, moving closer to him. The tub was large enough to comfortably fit both of you, but you wanted to be closer to him.

He let you lay your head on his chest, face turned to face the window and you wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm so happy Kunikida thank you" you whispered, placing a soft kiss on his jaw. This made your boyfriend tense a little; you were so close and your body so warm. He really tried his best to avoid looking at your curves but his gaze kept lingering on them. Naturally, you noticed the change in his demeanour and decided to take advantage of the situation.

Your hand slid up his thigh as you began leaving fleeting kisses along his neck. "Tell me, love. How could I possibly repay you?" you purred, your voice laced with honey. Your other hand was placed on his chest right abover his heart so you could feel the sudden change in rhythm.

Your lips curled in a smirk, ghosting over his. "Do I make you nervous, darling?"

Kunikida swiftly seized your wrists and pushed you away from him. For a good couple of seconds he refused to look at you, opting to gaze out of the window.

'Oh no, I fucked up' you said to yourself, trying to set your hands free. "I'm sorry honey I didn't mean to~"

You were suddenly silenced by your boyfriend's lips pressed against yours; his nails grazing the skin of your neck as his fingers entangled in your hair. The kiss was passionate and rough but didn't last long and when he pulled away you could see the desire burning in his eyes. You held his gaze for a while, trying to catch your breath. Neither of you said anything in this time and the tension was growing by the second.

"Do you want to move this to the bedroom?" you finally asked.

He eagerly nodded and got out of the tub, picking you up with ease; you shrieked, arms snaking around his neck to help find your balance. He placed you on top of the soft mattress and leaned in, lips hovering over yours.

"Happy birthday darling" was all he said before kissing your lips again.

𝑷𝒐𝒆

remember when I said that Kunikida would blush? he blushes ten times harder.

"Uh I mean, yes... I mean if you want to. I'd like that"

just don't tease him, he'll blush so much

loves to update you on his latest novels and he'll surely recite you poems if you ask him

this man adores candles; I feel like he'd have some black ones for the vibes

mentiones Ranpo at least one time

"Edgar my dear can you come here for a second?"

Your words sounded more like an order than a request, which made your boyfriend tense in anticipation. You had gone on a business trip for a few days and returned to Yokohama only about an hour ago, time that you spent unpacking your luggage. During this time Poe worked on his latest novel. He was so absorbed in his writing that he didn't even notice you propped against the doorframe. Your words however snapped him out of his trance.

"Yes my love. What is it?" he spoke shily.

Your eyes narrowed as you scanned his body "When was the last time you took a shower? Or had a proper meal?"

Your question took his by surprise and he fumbled for words. "Well uh I mean... maybe it was yesterday or?"

"Darling, you can't keep doing this to yourself. Every time I'm away you neglect yourself and it's really unhealthy". As you spoke your lips formed a tight line but your gaze was still soft. "Come on, let's take a bath together. I need a shower too."

Poe blushed. He'd never blushed so hard in his entire life; he felt like his whole body was on fire. But he knew he wasn't in any position to refuse you so he simply nodded.

"Good." you chimed "I'll go get the bath ready."

Twenty minutes later you were both submerged; the shifting flames of the tall black candles made the tiny bubbles of soap shimmer in technicolour. You were leaning against your boyfriend's chest and could feel his rapid heartbeat. He was silent and his muscles were so tense that not even your gentle touch was able to ease them.

"Would you like to tell me about your most recent work?" you eventually asked "I'd love to hear about it"

"Of course. Y/N I'm telling you this will sure be a challenge for Ranpo. It's about this man who [...]"

Poe started telling you all the details of his novel. His passion has always been something you admired so much so that you couldn't contain your smile when you heard him talk. Once again, your heart was swelling with love and care for the man in front of you.

"I love you, Edgar" you suddenly blurted out.

He immediately fell silent and you spun to face him. Cupping his cheeks with your soapy hands you pulled him into a tender kiss.

All this time Poe was a blushing mess. His hands sqeezed the plush of your hips as he tried to ground himself.

When you eventually pulled away with a loving smile on your face, he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you too, my little raven" he hummed softly.

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i didn't mean to love you so much

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Summary: You don't know what you have until it's gone. Or is it?

Word Count: 6.0K

Repost

It took 3 days to arrive on D'Qar.

The Naboo N-1 Starfighter that you stole from the junkyard on Bracca was one wrong move away from falling out of the sky. Even with your constant mid-flight repairs, only prayers to the Maker were keeping her together. The BB unit you found kept you posted with constant, and frankly worrying, updates on how the ship was holding. Let's just say the plane was soon to be out of use.

When you entered the atmosphere in D'Qar, the landing gear erupted into flames, eliciting a series of explicit beeps from the BB unit. If not for the life-or-death in front of you, you would have burst into a fit of giggles.

Instead, you just grit your teeth: "Happy beeps, bud."

You and the BB unit left the carnage that used to be a starfighter flaming in the trees, bickering the whole time, and heading towards the Resistance Base. Towards new beginnings. Towards freedom.

Bracca was a junkyard, where scavengers and smugglers looked for parts to sell to the highest bidder. It was dark and dangerous at the best of times, and work was never-ending. It wasn't the kind of place you would want to grow up, but it was better than Kessel. Anything was better than Kessel.

It took a week to get to the Rebel base. Your head throbbed painfully with each passing day, with hardly any food in your system and little water to quench your thirst, the journey to salvation seemed almost unattainable. You had thanked the Maker for rain when it first came, but after 4 days of non-stop rain, you had cursed the skies for it. It only seemed to fall harder.

By day 5, the BB unit was running out of power, its movements slower than before. It was far too heavy for you to carry and without it, you would never reach the Resistance base. There were no sarcastic quips or complaints for its master anymore. No, the two of you traveled in silence, aside from the odd groan from either one of you. Its tiredness mimicked your own. You could only pray that the base would come into view soon. You weren't sure how much longer you would last.

When the planes came into view, you almost cried with joy. With newfound energy, you and the BB unit near-ran the way to the tarmac runway that signaled life on this dratted planet.

And while the BB unit was welcomed with cheers and open arms, you weren't so lucky.

You were marched to the medical bay by two men almost twice your size, flanked on the left and the right so you couldn't run if you tried. Your heartbeat in your throat. Of course, the resistance had to be careful, but surely this was excessive.

After you received treatment for your assortment of cuts and burns, you were delivered to a small room, adorned with only a bed and curtains to block out the light. Before you could say anything, let alone protest, the doors shut, leaving you alone in a small cell deep in the heart of the Resistance base.

As terrifying as the whole situation was, when you laid your head to rest on the bed in the dingy room, sleep came. It beat thorns and nettles on the forest floor of D'Qar. It beat sitting upright for 3 days, trying to avoid meteors and Tie Fighters. It beat restless nights on Bracca, hoping to gather enough for a meal. Sleep came to you better than it ever had before, and you reveled in it.

You woke up to familiar beeping outside the large metal door.

"BB-3?" Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. The beeping got louder, almost unbearably loud, "Calm down, bud. I don't know how to open the door."

"Step back." A male voice came from behind the door, startling you. You stumbled backward, falling on the floor as the whooshed open. A tall man stood there, and if he were surprised you were on the floor, he didn't show it.

You scrambled to your feet, brushing the dust off your clothes as BB-3 rolled in, circling around you like a vulture would his prey. The man stood there observing you and the droid got reacquainted, before clearing his throat.

"Vice Admiral Holdo would like to speak with you." His tone was authoritative. You didn't want to be on his bad side. He led you toward an office on the opposite side of the building, your legs shaking as you walked. He shot you a pitying glance as BB-3 followed at your heels, before returning his face to its emotionless expression. You hated it.

It must have been early, as only a few people were up, and those who were seemed to want to rather be asleep. But no one batted an eye your way, despite the grime you still felt clinging to your face, and the ripped clothes you were wearing. You wondered if this was normal to them. People coming home grimy, hurt, and disgusting.

Only one man seemed to notice you on your journey.

"Snap!" A voice called out to you. The man in front of you - presumably Snap - broke into a huge grin. "Long time, no see, buddy!" Snap clapped the other man on the back, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You stood there as the other man regaled the story of whatever mission he'd been on to Snap, and for a moment, you thought you were forgotten.

Until he turned. His eyes seemed to scorch your soul with their searching gaze. It was heavy, but you felt safe under it. Almost as if you knew that he would do nothing to hurt you.

"Heard all about how this one came in yesterday." He stretched out his hand, "Captain Poe Dameron. Pleasure to meet you."

You shook his hand and returned the favour, telling you his name. He tested it on his tongue, repeating a few times. Once he seemed satisfied, Poe turned back to Snap.

"How come you got stuck on babysitting duty?" He asked, mirth dancing in his eyes. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes or butt in - you wanted these people to like you. Sarcasm could be saved for later.

"Kid brought back my droid."

"BB-8 told me the story. Something about running from a resistance fighter, blowing up a depot train," you kick BB-3 gently, "and exploding an N-1. It was impossible. Maybe you should get your droid checked for gossiping?" Snap punched him in the arm, "Hey, it was just a suggestion." Poe grinned widely, "Oh, and the shootout. How could I forget the shootout?"

"It wasn't a shootout." You slapped your hand to your mouth. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. So much for saving the sarcasm for later.

Poe turns to look at you. "Oh?" his grin infuriatingly wide. "That's not what the droid said."

"It wasn't a shootout, we were shot at." Your confidence floods back into you. "And the depot train wasn't us. Wrong place, wrong time. Am I right, bud?" You glare down at the BB-unit.

He mumbles something about ruining a good story before whirring off to stop behind Snap. Stupid BB-unit.

"Guess you're more interesting than I gave you credit for kid." Snap stepped towards you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "The name's Temmin, Temmin Wexley. But everyone calls me Snap."

"Pleasure to meet you Snap," you echo Poe's words from earlier.

Your meeting with the Vice Admiral went well. She believed your story, well corroborated by both BB-3 and the bounty on your head placed by a well-meaning neighbour. She cleared you to start training with the resistance, though you surprised both her and Snap when you asked to be a mechanic.

Though when you started working on ships, it was clear to see why. It was almost like there was a secret language that ships spoke that only you seemed to understand. You scoffed at that. Beginner's luck you called it. Still, there was no denying that you loved working on the ships and that you were good at it too.

Months went by and you settled into the routines of the Resistance. You were given a room closer to the other mechanics, who, despite the constant tension of competition, seemed to like you well enough. You often sat with them for meals, although passing up on opportunities to spend more time with them. They seemed content with that. You got used to the early morning wake-up calls when the sun streamed through the window and urgent repairs needed to be made. You learned to enjoy the quiet evenings when everyone else had closed up shop and you could finetune repairs for those who needed it. You finally felt like you had a purpose. It was freeing.

Snap kept you up-to-date on the comings and goings of the First Order - never in much detail of course, but enough to satiate your desire to know more. In return you smuggled him extra jogan fruitcake when it was served while he was away. Sometimes, in thanks for saving your life, you made extra updates and repairs to his X-Wing when he came back from long missions - more often than not to save his those extra hours of tedious work.

Black Squadron had come home after a week long mission the night before. You had worked late into the night the day before, and you were now regretting it. Blue squadron had come into contact with a few Tie Fighters on night patrol, and the damage was hair-pullingly extensive. You were in for a long day. It didn't help that you could barely keep your eyes open, hands glued to a cup of Caf that was doing little for the tiredness clouding your brain. You didn't even notice Snap come storming in.

"WHO WORKED ON MY SHIP LAST NIGHT?" He yelled over all the mechanics. Shit.

You had done some basic repairs for him the evening before last and had spent the better part of last night finishing up repairs and repainting his ship. You knew how pilots were with ship paint. Maker, you were screwed.

After a few moments of silence, you decided it was better to own up than let everyone suffer. "I did, Wexley."

He slowly turned towards you, before grabbing you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting your feet off the ground. You were shocked. He was happy - no, elated. The rest of the mechanics, equally as confused as you, turned back to their work, ignoring the scene in front of them.

He still had you gripped tightly when Poe walked in. "Easy tiger, you'll kill the greenie. What did she do to deserve your wrath?"

"My wrath?! No, no, no, Poe. This kid is my new favorite person on base."

"I'll try not to take offense to that," Poe grumbled jokingly, "What did she do to deserve such high praise then?"

"Have you seen my ship? She's beautiful, more beautiful than Jess that one time." He started, about to regale a story, you did not need to know. You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"My sentiment exactly," Poe said to you, giving you a fist bump before walking over to Snap's X-Wing, closely followed by Snap himself. You trailed behind them, still unsure of what was going on. Poe dragged his finger across the paintwork, "He has a point though. I've never seen Snap's X-Wing look this good." Poe turned towards you, his warm brown eyes sparkling with pride. "Good job, Greenie."

You smiled gently, before turning away. It was high praise from Captain Poe Dameron, flyboy of the resistance.

"Maybe I'll snap her up, you know, give her a real ship to work on?" Poe said, his flirting tone making an odd double entendre that made your face light up in flames.

"Not a chance. Kid, you're my new mechanic. Officially."

"What if I don't want to be?" You countered, your sarcastic tone making both Snap and Poe burst into laughter.

You accepted the role though. There was no world in which you didn't. You enjoyed the perks of being Snap's favored Mechanic - you could sleep in more often, you were privy to more information than the average mechanic. He would tell you if he was to leave the base soon, you were often told just how bad a situation was. Snap trusted you. And if Snap did, so did the others.

'The others' being the other pilots on Black Squadron: Jessika Pava, Karé Kun, L'ulo L'ampar. And of course, Poe Dameron. It was almost like you couldn't escape him. His infectious laugh, his boyish grin, his boisterous personality. His ability to make even the most mundane task into a story for the ages.

No wonder he was so popular.

You began to sit with them in the cantina and you frequently ended up leading the repairs on Black Squadron, no one else being as trusted as you. You opened up to them slowly, telling them about growing up on Kessel and being brought to the Scrapper’s guild on Kessel. You told them the truth about your escape - Poe ended up on the floor laughing, saying “the real story’s so much better, BB-3”. They found out about your impeccable aim after a fun night in the cantina that ended in a tense game of holodarts. They became your family - more of a family you had ever had in your life.

And while, you saw Snap, L’ulo and Karé as your brothers, you could not say the same for Poe. Poe was a flirt, everyone knew that. But as you got closer and closer, it was harder to ignore the way you're heart sped up when he looked at you. How you're palms grew clammy when he smiled in your direction. How his praises and compliments made your knees weak. God you were in love with him.

You knew that half the women on the base had either slept with him or wanted to, and yet not one of them got even a second of his time. None of them except you. Poe would walk you to your room in the evening, and to the cantina in the morning, regaling stories of his adventures before he knew you. He’d bring you caf when you were working late, and sit under the stars with you at the end of a long day. He’d tell you stories of Yavin 4 and his mother. He showed you the ring that hung on the end of his necklace. 

“I want to give it to the one, you know?”

“Don’t get all sentimental on me, Captain.”

He groaned, “Don’t rank me.” You just smiled.

“So, no lucky lady in your life, Dameron?”

“No lucky man in yours, greenie?” 

You scoffed, “If there was ever a chance, they’ve all been scared away by you.”

“Good.”

You laughed it off, but inside your guts twisted at the idea that Poe was happy you were single. Your insides warmed at the idea that he might just feel the same. 

The next morning, you walked out of your room to the sight of Poe sneaking out of the room opposite yours. Half-naked. His eyes widened at the sight of you, and your hand quickly hid your eyes from the view. Your heart dropped. He lied to you. 

Poe sought you out later on in the day. He came up behind you on the landing deck, with a cool glass of jogan juice in hand. You had stripped out of your mechanics jumsuit, the arms tied loosely around your waist. Your tank top was almost a shade darker with the sweat of exertion and ridiculous heat. And yet you declined it, your face barely concealing your childlike annoyance. You knew it was stupid. You and Poe were barely friends, let alone anything that would justify your anger.

“I’m sorry.” Poe huffed, still standing underneath you in the beating sunshine. You were surprised: Poe Dameron never apologises.

“For what?” You said, your back still facing him. He sighed - he didn’t like it when anyone was annoyed at him. Least of all you.

“For this morning.”

“Why does it matter, Poe? You can sleep with who you want to.” You said, anger colouring your voice.

“It matters,” he yells, “because it upset you. Because, for whatever reason, the idea of me sleeping with other people, made you mad at me.”

His obliviousness tugged at your heartstrings, as if to say ‘he doesn’t feel the same’.“I’m not mad that you’re sleeping with other people.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“Because you lied to me, Poe.” You say, dropping down from the ladder, sweat dripping down your back. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You said there was no one special in your life.”

“There isn’t.” You raise a brow, before grabbing the glass of jogan juice from his hand. “Just because we had fun for a night, doesn’t mean I’m getting down on one knee.”

“I think you’ve done it enough times for that to be proven, Poe.”

His cheeky smile returned, “Glad we’re back on first name terms.”

You shook your head at him, “For the record, if I ever catch you sneaking out of a room in my wing again, I’ll skin you myself.”

“If you catch me you say? Well, I like myself a challenge.” You slap him on the head, before climbing back up the ladder.

“Leave me alone, Poe. I don’t need your love troubles plaguing my every hour.”

“There’s no place for things like love in the middle of a war, greenie. First thing you learn in a place like this.”

If he hadn’t been walking away, he would have heard your heart burst into a thousand tiny pieces. Maybe it was for the best if you didn't love him.

Instead of wallowing in undeserving heartache like an idiot, you forced yourself to forget all about the way Poe made your heart feel. He became just another friend, pushed so far into the friendzone that was no conceivable way out. To his credit, you didn’t hear of another escapade of his again. He probably just got good at hiding them.

That always got difficult when he was sent on week-long missions. Your heart would migrate into your throat and even swallowing became difficult. Your mind would swim with worry, all for him to come back completely fine, his ship always seemed to come home the least scathed. A fact for which your heart was grateful.

"Hey, flyboy," you called, as you walked into the cantina. There were less than 10 people in the whole room - probably due to the ungodly hour of the day.

Poe was sat in the corner, the light of his datapad shining on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was unusually disheveled, which could only mean one thing. He was nervous.

You walked up to him. Evidently, he hadn't heard you from across the room, because when you came up to him and rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and grabbed your hand. You winced at his tight grip as he turned to face you.

Poe released your hand when he saw it was you. He leaned back into your chest, eyes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry," he whispered, gently.

You grabbed the datapad from his hands, and placed it face down on the table, "It's ok. What's going on?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

You absent-mindedly run your hands through his hair as his head remained leaned against your chest. "It's not nothing. Is it a mission? You're leaving again soon?"

He hummed in agreement.

"You're leaving today, aren't you? That's why you're up early."

"Why do you think Snap got you to wake up early? You're not just a sight for sore eyes, you know."

His words made you blush. Never have you been more glad that he isn't staring right at you - it would give your heart’s deepest darkest desires away. 

He left that afternoon. After you completed routine checks for him, he was off on a top-secret adventure. Sometimes, it was easy to hate his rank, because it made it so hard to find out where he was, or what he was doing. But as always, you let him go and, as always, you prayed he'd come home safe. To you. You always pray he comes home safe to you.

Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks. And while it wasn't unheard of for Poe to be gone this long, your heart could barely take him being gone for a day. That's the price of being in love. You'd never thought of yourself as still being in love with Poe until he left on that mission. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still raced when he talked to you. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still ached when he left for missions. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still burst when he smiled at you. But without him there, it's like your heart could not find a reason for beating. 

You continued on with your job, trudging through daily repairs and meals, trying to keep your mind away from Poe. You forced a smile when you talked to Snap - missing Poe hit him just as hard as it hit you. You forced a smile when you taught new recruits - you couldn't afford to have them hate you just because the Captain was missing. You forced a smile when you came down for dinner - there was no use in moping around in the middle of a war. But when you were in the comfort of your own room, you let the smile fall and the tears drip down your face. You cried almost every night for the first week that he was gone, trying to reconcile your newly found feelings and your newly lost friend.

It was a surprise to everyone when Poe crash-landed back on D'Qar with burns and cuts littering his body. You were up at an extremely early hour as working on Snap's ship when he landed, and you were immediately filled with concern. A tight knot wound its way around your throat, as you watched the scene unfold. BB-8 was nowhere to be seen. The ship is smoking dangerously, and parts of it are falling off, but most worrying of all, Poe was struggling to get out of the cockpit. You quickly threw yourself onto the X-Wing, hitting the emergency ejection latch with the spanner in your hand. The cockpit lid flew open and Poe climbed out, coughing heavily and clutching his side.  Snap came running out of the base, and grabbed Poe's arm. You ran up and grabbed the other, and the two of you dragged him towards the med wing. 

Two nurses snapped him up, cleaning his wounds and applying bacta spray where necessary. Snap turned away, mumbling something about an early morning briefing, but you stayed rooted to the spot. You couldn't take your eyes off his broken state, and tears slipped out of your eyes before you could control them. After a beat, you spun around on your heel and sprinted to your room. 

When the door clanged shut, you slumped onto the floor and burst into tears. You couldn't bear to see Poe in pain. You hated yourself for not being strong enough to fight through your tears to be with him. And you hated yourself for still being in love with him, when you promised you would be. When your datapad lit up with tasks for the day, you made the rash decision to call in sick. In the time you had been on the base, you had never called in sick. This job was your lifeline, your passion, and nothing, not even illness, would affect that. At least, that's what you had thought. You spent the majority of the week in that same spot, tears subsiding when you became so dehydrated that your body refused to let you cry.

On the fifth day of your hibernation, you finally left your room, having showered and gotten ready. Few people were on the base, apart from the mechanics and medics, and the injured - which included Poe. Given the lack of a real threat in the vicinity, General Leia had given the day off. You didn’t want to relax. You couldn’t relax.

You snuck over to where Poe’s beat up X-Wing was parked, and the sight of it almost made you tear up. The memories hit you like a brick. Poe barely limping towards the med wing. BB-8 being carried to the droid repair room. Fire extinguishers coating the X-Wing with hopes that it may be able to fly again. You got to work.

You were finally satisfied as the sun set over the vast treescape of D'Qar, covered head to toe in oil and grease. After some gentle coaxing by Paige - the only one aware of your all-consuming feelings for Poe - you agreed to grab something small to eat with her.

What you didn't sign up for was to see a broken and battered Poe sitting at the table, laughing at some stupid joke that Snap had probably made. He looked up as you walked in, almost as if he was expecting you. His eyes met yours, and you felt the tight knot in your throat begin to form again - just as it had the morning Poe crash-landed on the base.

Poe tried to lift his arm up to wave but winced at the action, the stitches keeping his wounds bound together stretching at the extreme action. You pressed your lips into a tight smile, willing the Maker to take your tears away. Paige handed you a bottle of water, before leading you toward the table. She left you standing in front of the table, where you awkwardly shifted your feet.

"Gonna sit down?" Snap asked, mirth dancing behind his eyes, "Or are you planning to put on a show? Wouldn't put it past you to have hidden another talent."

You smiled weakly, sitting down next to Jess and unscrewing the cap on the water bottle you had been given. Jess leaned over and whispered gently, "Feeling ok? Paige came up to ask if you were ok when you didn't show up at drills this morning."

"Yeah, felt a bit under the weather after morning rounds."

"Probably the shitty sleep you've been getting worrying about this guy." Karé said, pointing his knife at Poe.

Poe looked at you, his eyes wide, but you tried to brush off Karé's words, sarcastically replying, "Oh please Karé, the only thing you're worried about is whether or not they have that drink that you like from Sorgan, which is disgusting by the way - I don't know how you can drink it."

Everyone laughs as Karé splutters about how delicious spotchka is, the anxiousness wracking your body easing its reins slightly. Under the table, you feel Poe's foot nudge yours gently. You smile lightly at him, careful not to let him have a good look at your red-rimmed eyes and splotchy face. As much as it shouldn't matter, you don't want him to know how much you care.

"You don't have to pretend you don't care for the captain, kid. You should have seen how she leaped to open the hatch Poe, something from a Naboo holodrama. Or one of those superhero films." Snap laughed, as your face burned red.

Poe raised his eyebrow, "Now that's something I would like to see. Maybe I'll get myself stuck in a cockpit again, just to see you in action." He laughs, but you don't laugh with him. You feel your chest tighten, and the knot in your throat return. Your vision clouds with tears, and you quickly got up, excusing yourself on the notion that your headache has returned, and that you should probably get some rest before drills the next day. You stumbled out of the cantina, breaking into a sprint as soon as you were out of sight. 

Poe’s eyes followed you as you left, worrying tinting his gaze. The group had fallen almost silent at your abrupt exit, looking at where you’d run, before turning back to Poe. Snap slapped the back of his head.

“Why, in the Maker’s name, would you say that?”

“What?” Poe said, rubbing the back of his head. Jess gave him a pointed look, “What did I say?”

“You joked about getting hurt, Poe! Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t just joke about getting hurt, Wex! He joked about almost dying!”

"Oh please, it's not that big of a deal. Everyone knew it was a joke. Right?" No one looks at him. "Right?!"

Jess waves at Paige, whose eyes were trained at the door. She meekly walks over, leaning down to talk to Jess. 

"Is she ok?" Paige asked, her eyes brushing over the group until they landed on Poe, "What did he do?"

Poe's eyes narrowed in confusion. "I'm so confused," he muttered under his breath.

"He made a joke.”

Snap butt in, “About almost dying."

Paige’s eyes widened, "You're not serious."

"Look, I don't know what's up with her today, but something tells me that that was the last thing she needed right now."

Paige turned towards Poe, "If you weren't injured right now, Captain, I would beat you up." 

"Hold up. I don't even know what I did." He said, standing up. "I get that the joke was a little misplaced, but it was a joke. I didn't put myself in this situation willingly."

"We get it, Poe. But you haven't been here. She's literally been destroyed - she's barely sleeping, I barely see her come down to eat, she spends all her time working on different ships, drowning herself in work. Today was the first day in the year she's been here that she's called in sick." Paige said, her eyes flitting between Poe and the door. She was in a half-mind to run after you, to console you. 

Poe beat her to it. He got up, ignoring the protest from his teammates, and headed towards your room. He knocked lightly on your door, hearing the gentle sobbing from your room.

His heart broke. He knocked again. 

“I’m fine Paige, I just need sleep.”

“Nice to know you’d lie to Paige.” Poe said, his voice steady and gentle. You open the door to you room, the door whooshing up to reveal Poe in all his glory, “Would you lie to your Captain?”

“Don’t pull rank with me, Poe.” You joked as he bent to meet your eyes.

He reached out to caress his fingers against your cheek and wipe away the stray tears. You leaned your head into his hands, the callouses on his hands like comfort against your cheek. He touches his forehead to your eyes, his eyes closed as if he couldn’t quite believe you were here. That this was happening. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Poe’s eyes met yours, softly searching for something. Answers, probably.

“Why are you sorry, darling?” The pet name gripped your heart, so familiar and yet so foreign. The tears begin to flow freely again. He soothed you, mindlessly carding his fingers through your hair, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” 

You look into his eyes, and can’t help but to sob harder. Why did you have to fall in love with him?

Your head curled into his chest, seeking the comfort only he could give. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He asked, whispering into your hair. 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said through tears. Poe looked at you.

“You didn’t mean to what, love?” He asked. You repeated it over and over, your tears soaking through his shirt. He lets you cry until your weak, pulling you further into his arms. 

He asks you again. 

“I didn’t mean to love you so much.” You confessed through whispers. It was so quiet that you thought that Poe didn’t catch what you said.

His widened eyes told you otherwise. 

“You…?”

“I love you.” You whispered.

“You-you love me?”

“I love you so much that whenever I see you my heart quickens until it’s uncomfortable.”

“Love -”

“I love you so much that my hands become so sweaty that I can barely keep a hold of my datapad.” You showed him your hands that were covered in a sheen. He gives you a watery laugh, before wiping your hands on his already soaked shirt. 

“I love you so much that when you leave, I can’t bear to survive.” 

“Love-” You interrupt him again.

“There’s no life without you, Poe.” Your voice broke as you dissolved into another bout of tears. 

“Love, please.” Poe sighed, kissing your forehead, “Please, just-”

“I know. It’s a war. I shouldn’t have, but I did and I can’t help it. Please don’t hate me, please-”

Poe grabbed your face, pulling you into him. He grazed his lips over yours, before pulling away way to fast. 

“I could never hate you, love.”

You pull him back towards you, smashing your lips onto his. He pulls you into his lap deepening the kiss further. You run your fingers through his hair, and over where the bandages cover his fresh wounds. Poe winced, and you pulled back. 

“You should rest. And heal up.”

He looked at you with such adoration, that for a moment you thought you’d melt away. “I have the rest of forever to heal up. I want this now.”

“You have me for the rest of forever. I think you should heal up now.” He rested his forehead against yours, sighing and closing his eyes. You kissed his nose gently.

“The rest of forever is too far away.” He whispered.

“You made me wait for this long. I think you could wait for a little longer.”

“Only a little bit, love. Only for you.”

He stood up, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you to your feet. The sudden motion had you dizzy, head pounding due to the dehydration. He caught you gently, lifting you into his arms, before gently depositing you on the bed. He left light kisses on your forehead, and left with the promise of coming back with water and a little food. 

He walked out of the mechanics wing and back towards the cantina, intent on his mission to get a little food and water into you. 

The whole of black squadron watched him walk in. Poe nodded to them lightly, not knowing exactly what they had been expecting. Apparently it was enough for them, as they turned back towards each other. 

He grabbed a small muffin and a bottle of water, before heading back to your room. He walked into see you asleep on the bed, and he couldn’t help but smile. God, she’s beautiful. 

Poe sat down on the bed, rubbing your arm gently. You opened a bleary eye to see Poe crouched next to you, blocking the moonlight streaming in from the window. He pulled off his shirt, and lifted your head up to get you drink some water, before settling down next to you. You rested your head on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Poe moved under you, pulling his necklace from around his neck and placing it around yours. Your hand immediately migrated to the metal ring strung on the end. Poe froze. What if it’s too soon. He relaxed almost immediately, as your fist closes around his rings.

He relaxed, pushing his nose into your hair. You smiled as he whispered something that he probably only said because he thought you were asleep.

“I love you too."

fin.

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[dlscenarios]

Hi, I really like your work!

If you have the time and motivation, can I ask for some headcanons (sfw or nsfw, wichever you prefer) for Poe and a caring/soft reader?

Have a nice day!

MDNI - NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Poe:

SFW

-> Karl IS your child. Please carry him like a baby.

-> Touch Edgar’s face. Caress his cheek. He’ll blush but place his hand over yours just to keep you there.

-> He falls asleep at his desk a lot, so please put a blanket over him if you see him like that. Bonus points if you sweep his hair away from his face.

-> Poe and you have this “thing” where you’d just casually hold each other and get lost in the other’s eyes. It’ll happen out if nowhere.

NSFW

-> Pillow Prince. Such a moaner. VERY loud.

-> His favorite position is cowgirl.

-> Karl HAS to be in another room.

-> His body is super sensitive. It’s so easy to arouse him.

-> His aftercare game isn’t BAD, he just lacks experience. With how sensitive he is, you’d end up pampering him. Poe feels bad about that, so he’ll plan fancy dates to compensate.

[win-writes]

Poe + Dark chocolate 5 pls!

𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 5: “𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺”

༶ pairing; poe x fem!reader

༶ contains; sub!poe, getting caught masturbating, use of good boy, teasing, handjob, spitting, kissing

༶ word count; 1,470

༶ word count; this turned out way longer that i wanted but oof,,, hope you like it sweetheart!! tysm for your request i had fun writing this hehe

Pure torture

One simple sentence. Two words that perfectly describe Poe's current state. Laying on his back in your shared bed, clothes scattered all over the floor, with one hand covering his eyes while the other one is palming his hard cock, Poe can't help the whines and whimpers that escape his drooling mouth, filling the quiet room. He cannot recall how long he's been stuck in this position, unable to reach that release he's been chasing these past few days.

You, his lovely sweetheart, were gone on a business trip. That left your lover no choice, but to pleasure himself all on his own. But how could he? How could he ever reach his high without your soft lips or your tight pussy wrapped around his dick? How could his own tired and worn out hand ever replace your delicate fingers and your gentle palm?

Poe keeps stroking his hard member, with the only thing closest to you being his mental image of you riding him. He keeps crying out your name, soaking the pillow under his head with saliva. He's so lost deep into his nasty thoughts of you, he swears he can hear you calling out to him right now as if you were there.

"Edgar darling, do you perhaps need a helping hand?"

Except you are there.

Poe's head rises from the covers, revealing the flustered state he's in. His long beautiful hair may cover a lot of his features, but not enough to hide the embarrassment panted all over his face. "My.. my love what.. w-what are you doing here?" he stutters while his hands desperately try to hide his naked form from your sight." I didn't know.. you'll be back today.. " he looks down on his hands, not having the courage to look you in the eyes.

"I thought it would be fun to surprise you.." Poe can't pinpoint exactly when did you walk all the way to his side from the door, making him yelp at the feeling of your soft hand touching his wet from drooling chin, bringing him up to face you "And turns out, I was right" you whisper right above his lips.

Poe leans forward, hoping to catch your lips into a kiss he has been waiting for days, but it seems like you have other plans. You back up again, undoing your shirt's buttons painfully slow for Poe's liking, "Not so fast darling" your voice sounds so erotic, but your words make your lover bite his lower lip and frown his eyebrows.

Once you're done focusing on your shirt, your hands move lower, carefully and just as slowly taking off your pants, "Is this what you've been doing while I was away?" You let your pants drop to the floor before climbing up to the bed, until your clothed core is hanging over Poe's now hard rock cock and your lips ghost over his once again "Touching yourself so desperately while thinking of me?" Your lover is now panting below you, patiently waiting for your next move and hoping you'll finally give him what he's been waiting for since the moment you left your house.

"Did you manage to cum without me, my love?"

Poe's hands grip on the sheets, hopelessly trying to contain them from touching you without permission, knowing full well you might punish him for it. And like the good boy he is, he simply answers your question, "N-no.. Not even once.." he attempts to hide his eyes from you again, but you're fast to hold him back into his pillow by pushing your hand against his forehead, finally revealing his whole face, "There's my good boy. Even your body knows you're not allowed to cum without me."

You decide to reward his obedience with a steamy kiss. The moment your lips crushed against his, Poe groaned into your mouth. He kissed you like it meant the world to him. Like it's the last time he's ever gonna taste the sweetness of your lips. But unfortunately for him, you broke your kiss almost as soon as it started, "Now now, why don't you tell me what you want my darling?" you ask him as you sit up on his lap, feeling his dick hitting your lower back.

"I-I.." Poe loses his words at the sound of your question. Just a few minutes ago, he was twitching just at the thought of you on top of him, and now out of nowhere his wish came true. His facial expressions make it obvious to you that your man is overwhelmed by your sudden arrival. You give him your warmest smile as you slowly grind your ass against his twitching cock, "Come on my love, use your words and tell me what you want"

Your lover hates it when you act like this. You have the face and voice of an angel, making him think that you're about to grant all his wishes and he doesn't have to worry about a thing. But at the same time, the words you spit out and the way your body moves, burn away that halo above your head.

But that's exactly what makes him love you even more.

"Please stop teasing me and touch me already"

Poe doesn't fail to notice the smirk of your lips at the sound of his reply, "How could I say no when you ask me so nicely?" You carefully crawl further down on the bed, so that you're directly facing his cock. The young author sinks his teeth into his lip once again at the hot sight in front of him. You give his shaft a playful kitten lick, feeling his manhood throb at the sudden contact. You giggle at your boyfriend's adorable reaction, but you're not quite done messing with him yet.

"Oh? Are you already that sensitive darling?" you softly place his dick in the palm of your hand, gently giving it a stroke, earning another moan from him, "Then I guess just my hand is enough for today, hm?" Poe was about to speak, but only a whine managed to escape his lips the moment he felt your spit hitting his cock. You started palming him at a slow pace, spreading your saliva all over his length, making your man a mewling and sobbing mess. You can already see his tip leaking precum and Poe's cheeks painted red. He feels so incredibly ashamed that he's about to come when you've barely stoked his dick yet, but he can't help himself. He missed you so much, it's only natural he wouldn't last longer.

Just when he was about to ask your permission to cum, he accidentally shot his seed all over your face and hand. You widen your eyes at his early release, "Done already? Without even asking?" Poe tries to catch his breath in order to come down from his high, nervously looking in your eyes "I- I didn't mean to! Please I'll be good next time, i promise!"

Oh, how you loved that look on his face; half-lidded eyes, mouth agape, an overall lewd expression taking over all his pretty features. How could you ever punish such a lovely face? You sit up and wipe your face, collecting his cum in your fingers. You look him in his eyes as you sensually lick your creamy hand "It's alright baby" you tilt closer to his face without breaking eye contact "I'm not gonna punish you today, so don't worry about it"

Your lips connect together yet another time. His hands immediately find their way into your hair, deepening the kiss. His lips are soft and warm, panting slightly into the kiss, allowing your tongue to slip inside his mouth and letting him to taste himself. Poe lets a low mewl escape into your mouth, making your heated cunt clench around nothing.

It doesn't take long for him to run out of breath and break the kiss, "I missed you.. I missed you so much.." he tucks some of your locks behind your ears to take a better look at your angelic face. You smile at him, placing a soft peck on his forehead "I missed you too my love" Poe places his hands on your waist, drawing circles on your bare lower half "This wasn't fair to you.. I was the only one taken care of.." his tone is now completely different and his eyes are dark "I told you it's alright, I don't-" in a swift move, Poe has you pinned down on the mattress. His skilled fingers brush over your drenched panties, making you moan at the sudden contact "Let me do this for you please" he drags your wet undies to the side, making direct contact with your dripping pussy "I promise I'll make you feel good my love"

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⌕ bungo stray dogs - poe.

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[wizardfrog69]

'•.¸♡dating headcannons♡¸.•'

Ranpo x gn!reader x Poe

Fluff

Masterlist

Enjoy!

Starting a relationship with them did give you all a bit of trouble (because the guild and stuff yk) but you've managed to get around it nonetheless.

Ranpo loves to cuddle 24/7 and he's latched onto one of you whenever he can, be it in public or private, he loves to hold either of you in some way.

There are only two people in the world that can even dream of tasting his sweets, and they are the same two people who spoil them with words sweeter than the sweets in his mouth, you and Poe.

Poe is more of a private lover though, instead of constantly giving hugs he would write, write his feelings on to a piece of which would on occasion land in the hands of either you or Ranpo.

Karl is obviously the family pet who gets spoiled with anything imaginable. Poe can be a bit over protective of Karl so all sweets have to stay atleast a meter from Karl and his fur. That doesn't mean ribbons and cute bows need to stay away.

Yes Karl gets dressed up in bows and top hats 24/7.

If you can sew, knit or crochet you can bet you'll be making Karl some cute clothes.

Your favourite date would have to be late walks at night, walking underneath the stars and moon which illuminate the path before you. Or a date to a café, the delicious smell of coffee and the perfect mix of sweet and bitterness flowers from the cakes and coffee.

Shopping with the two can get a but messy, Ranpo fills the cart with sweets and pastries while Poe is trying to tell him to cut back on all those sweets unless he wish to take a visit to the dentist (we don't support scaring kids with doctors, but we can make an exception). Ranpo didn't buy less sweets, he probably put in more just to irritate Poe.

Ranpo and Poe look so adorable when they play argue, you all know it's just for fun.

Also you all visit the library and book store often, for Poe of course, but there's not harm in browsing.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry but that's all I could fathom, the evil blood demons have come to torture me because I didn't want to live a life of endless suffering >:( (I'm on my period :( ) :( :'(

And what's worse is that my social anxiety is too social anxiety for me to go down stairs and get some tea or pain killers.

Have a wonderful day/night and stay hydrated, but bot on energy drinks, if you want caffeine than drink tea or coffee.

-Love, Az

[itsmeoculi]

Poe dating hcs! SMUT AND FLUFF

Pairing(s):Poe x gn!reader

Tw: Smut hcs, nsfw content will be mentioned

Synopsis:None needed! Just dating Poe hcs

Let’s get a move on then!

Floof

-DEFINITELY LEAVES NOTES AROUND THE HOUSE!! He’s a writer for goodness sake, his notes are rlly cute. It’s like him telling you when he’s coming back home, if he’s making any additional stops, and where he mainly is headed for.

-Karl has had to at least sneak 1, if not, 2 thirsty love poems that Poe writes about you, when he’s alone. Ofc Poe is very shy AND WOULD PROBABLY DIE if you saw what he wrote. Karl being a smart as showed you by sneaking the papers. Poe could barely look at you in the eyes (as if they’re even visible) for like 2 weeks. Poor introvert :(

-Definitely a cuddle bug, a quite one tho. He doesn’t really ask for cuddles, he slides into them naturally, yk? like one night y’all are gonna sleep at a late hour, and he nudges your shoulder and sneaks his head under your arm. You guys then end up holding each other after

-LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOON LITTLE SPOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!

-Spoils you, but like unintentionally. Like man is so rich that $2,000 seems like a miracle to you, but to him? That’s a measly nickel, if not a cent to this guy 😦

-He would casually buy you new expensive stuff, like on a daily basis. No not “Here, darling it’s for Christmas.” And he gives you a new car (which this situation is still completely possible) but like you’ll see $20,000 purses on nightstands, DAILY, next to notes he leaves and the note would say “Just a small gift, love you always.” LIKE GODDAMNNNNN.

-you prob tell him at some point not to spend so much money on you, he apologizes (EVEN THOUGH HE DONT NEED TOOOO POOR BBY :((( ) BUT STILL KEEPS BUYING YOU STUFF just less frequently, cause he wants to listen to you. BUT HOW COULD HE NOT SPOIL YOU?

-loves rainy days because he would write stories, and ask for feedback from you, even if ur not a pro writer he just wants to hear your voice rlly (lil simp frfr)

-you babysit Karl when he’s REALLY BUSYYYY he trusts you <33

-writes letters sometimes. You two have phones and stuff, but he sometimes likes the feeling of paper and ink all dedicated to you. So he writes traditional letters instead of texts sometimes (he mainly does this for anniversaries or any special events)

-When y’all are about to have.. spichyyyy time, YOU GUYS HAVE TO HAVE TO HAVE TO make sure that Karl doesn’t walk in. So y’all lock everything and make sure that Karl is in a whole separate FAR AWAY room from where y’all are, cause I have to say it, POE IS A LOUD MOANER

That brings us to smut hcs!

-He’s an automatic sub/bottom

-whimpers a lot, especially if you’re edging him FOR SOME REASON HE LOVES IT THOUGH

-He loves being at your mercy, he wants you to use him.

-Don’t deny that this man would be into wearing collars. HE WILL LITERALLY BUY ONE THAT SAYS “(Name’s)” (yk like you own him) ofc out of the bedroom you feel bad, but he likes being yours so uh.. yeah!

-give this guy a blowjob HE’LL DIEEE, of arousal of course.~~

-I’m scared but this guy has some junk, bc you know that all tall, shy, introverted men in these kinds of shows have BIG THONG-ALONG so he be packin’

-Loves hair tugging, but be gentle, he’s sensitive <33

-being sensitive, he’s also easy to arouse and satisfy.

-he’s a bit of a k!nky btch. Not as k!nky as Dazai tho but that’s a whole different can of worms.

-aftercare game isn’t bad. He pampers you with affection.

APOLOGIES IF THE SMUT SECTION WAS CRINGYY (I’m not used to writing stuff like that but I hope you at least enjoy) 😭

[d0wnb4df0rf1cm3n]

I didn't mean to love you so much.

Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You don't know what you have until it's gone. Or is it?

Word Count: 6.0K

AN: Hello lovely people, sorry the ending to this one's kinda shitty! Kinda got lost while writing it, but I hope y'all enjoy it anyway. All love!

It took 3 days to arrive on D'Qar.

The Naboo N-1 Starfighter that you stole from the junkyard on Bracca was one wrong move away from falling out of the sky. Even with your constant mid-flight repairs, only prayers to the Maker were keeping her together. The BB unit you found kept you posted with constant, and frankly worrying, updates on how the ship was holding. Let's just say the plane was soon to be out of use.

When you entered the atmosphere in D'Qar, the landing gear erupted into flames, eliciting a series of explicit beeps from the BB unit. If not for the life-or-death in front of you, you would have burst into a fit of giggles.

Instead, you just grit your teeth: "Happy beeps, bud."

You and the BB unit left the carnage that used to be a starfighter flaming in the trees, bickering the whole time, and heading towards the Resistance Base. Towards new beginnings. Towards freedom.

Bracca was a junkyard, where scavengers and smugglers looked for parts to sell to the highest bidder. It was dark and dangerous at the best of times, and work was never-ending. It wasn't the kind of place you would want to grow up, but it was better than Kessel. Anything was better than Kessel.

It took a week to get to the Rebel base. Your head throbbed painfully with each passing day, with hardly any food in your system and little water to quench your thirst, the journey to salvation seemed almost unattainable. You had thanked the Maker for rain when it first came, but after 4 days of non-stop rain, you had cursed the skies for it. It only seemed to fall harder.

By day 5, the BB unit was running out of power, its movements slower than before. It was far too heavy for you to carry and without it, you would never reach the Resistance base. There were no sarcastic quips or complaints for its master anymore. No, the two of you traveled in silence, aside from the odd groan from either one of you. Its tiredness mimicked your own. You could only pray that the base would come into view soon. You weren't sure how much longer you would last.

When the planes came into view, you almost cried with joy. With newfound energy, you and the BB unit near-ran the way to the tarmac runway that signaled life on this dratted planet.

And while the BB unit was welcomed with cheers and open arms, you weren't so lucky.

You were marched to the medical bay by two men almost twice your size, flanked on the left and the right so you couldn't run if you tried. Your heartbeat in your throat. Of course, the resistance had to be careful, but surely this was excessive.

After you received treatment for your assortment of cuts and burns, you were delivered to a small room, adorned with only a bed and curtains to block out the light. Before you could say anything, let alone protest, the doors shut, leaving you alone in a small cell deep in the heart of the Resistance base.

As terrifying as the whole situation was, when you laid your head to rest on the bed in the dingy room, sleep came. It beat thorns and nettles on the forest floor of D'Qar. It beat sitting upright for 3 days, trying to avoid meteors and Tie Fighters. It beat restless nights on Bracca, hoping to gather enough for a meal. Sleep came to you better than it ever had before, and you reveled in it.

You woke up to familiar beeping outside the large metal door.

"BB-3?" Your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. The beeping got louder, almost unbearably loud, "Calm down, bud. I don't know how to open the door."

"Step back." A male voice came from behind the door, startling you. You stumbled backward, falling on the floor as the whooshed open. A tall man stood there, and if he were surprised you were on the floor, he didn't show it.

You scrambled to your feet, brushing the dust off your clothes as BB-3 rolled in, circling around you like a vulture would his prey. The man stood there observing you and the droid got reacquainted, before clearing his throat.

"Vice Admiral Holdo would like to speak with you." His tone was authoritative. You didn't want to be on his bad side. He led you toward an office on the opposite side of the building, your legs shaking as you walked. He shot you a pitying glance as BB-3 followed at your heels, before returning his face to its emotionless expression. You hated it.

It must have been early, as only a few people were up, and those who were seemed to want to rather be asleep. But no one batted an eye your way, despite the grime you still felt clinging to your face, and the ripped clothes you were wearing. You wondered if this was normal to them. People coming home grimy, hurt, and disgusting.

Only one man seemed to notice you on your journey.

"Snap!" A voice called out to you. The man in front of you - presumably Snap - broke into a huge grin. "Long time, no see, buddy!" Snap clapped the other man on the back, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

You stood there as the other man regaled the story of whatever mission he'd been on to Snap, and for a moment, you thought you were forgotten.

Until he turned. His eyes seemed to scorch your soul with their searching gaze. It was heavy, but you felt safe under it. Almost as if you knew that he would do nothing to hurt you.

"Heard all about how this one came in yesterday." He stretched out his hand, "Captain Poe Dameron. Pleasure to meet you."

You shook his hand and returned the favour, telling you his name. He tested it on his tongue, repeating a few times. Once he seemed satisfied, Poe turned back to Snap.

"How come you got stuck on babysitting duty?" He asked, mirth dancing in his eyes. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes or butt in - you wanted these people to like you. Sarcasm could be saved for later.

"Kid brought back my droid."

"BB-8 told me the story. Something about running from a resistance fighter, blowing up a depot train," you kick BB-3 gently, "and exploding an N-1. It was impossible. Maybe you should get your droid checked for gossiping?" Snap punched him in the arm, "Hey, it was just a suggestion." Poe grinned widely, "Oh, and the shootout. How could I forget the shootout?"

"It wasn't a shootout." You slapped your hand to your mouth. You hadn't meant to say that out loud. So much for saving the sarcasm for later.

Poe turns to look at you. "Oh?" his grin infuriatingly wide. "That's not what the droid said."

"It wasn't a shootout, we were shot at." Your confidence floods back into you. "And the depot train wasn't us. Wrong place, wrong time. Am I right, bud?" You glare down at the BB-unit.

He mumbles something about ruining a good story before whirring off to stop behind Snap. Stupid BB-unit.

"Guess you're more interesting than I gave you credit for kid." Snap stepped towards you, hand coming to rest on your shoulder. "The name's Temmin, Temmin Wexley. But everyone calls me Snap."

"Pleasure to meet you Snap," you echo Poe's words from earlier.

Your meeting with the Vice Admiral went well. She believed your story, well corroborated by both BB-3 and the bounty on your head placed by a well-meaning neighbour. She cleared you to start training with the resistance, though you surprised both her and Snap when you asked to be a mechanic.

Though when you started working on ships, it was clear to see why. It was almost like there was a secret language that ships spoke that only you seemed to understand. You scoffed at that. Beginner's luck you called it. Still, there was no denying that you loved working on the ships and that you were good at it too.

Months went by and you settled into the routines of the Resistance. You were given a room closer to the other mechanics, who, despite the constant tension of competition, seemed to like you well enough. You often sat with them for meals, although passing up on opportunities to spend more time with them. They seemed content with that. You got used to the early morning wake-up calls when the sun streamed through the window and urgent repairs needed to be made. You learned to enjoy the quiet evenings when everyone else had closed up shop and you could finetune repairs for those who needed it. You finally felt like you had a purpose. It was freeing.

Snap kept you up-to-date on the comings and goings of the First Order - never in much detail of course, but enough to satiate your desire to know more. In return you smuggled him extra jogan fruitcake when it was served while he was away. Sometimes, in thanks for saving your life, you made extra updates and repairs to his X-Wing when he came back from long missions - more often than not to save his those extra hours of tedious work.

Black Squadron had come home after a week long mission the night before. You had worked late into the night the day before, and you were now regretting it. Blue squadron had come into contact with a few Tie Fighters on night patrol, and the damage was hair-pullingly extensive. You were in for a long day. It didn't help that you could barely keep your eyes open, hands glued to a cup of Caf that was doing little for the tiredness clouding your brain. You didn't even notice Snap come storming in.

"WHO WORKED ON MY SHIP LAST NIGHT?" He yelled over all the mechanics. Shit.

You had done some basic repairs for him the evening before last and had spent the better part of last night finishing up repairs and repainting his ship. You knew how pilots were with ship paint. Maker, you were screwed.

After a few moments of silence, you decided it was better to own up than let everyone suffer. "I did, Wexley."

He slowly turned towards you, before grabbing you and pulling you into a bone-crushing hug, lifting your feet off the ground. You were shocked. He was happy - no, elated. The rest of the mechanics, equally as confused as you, turned back to their work, ignoring the scene in front of them.

He still had you gripped tightly when Poe walked in. "Easy tiger, you'll kill the greenie. What did she do to deserve your wrath?"

"My wrath?! No, no, no, Poe. This kid is my new favorite person on base."

"I'll try not to take offense to that," Poe grumbled jokingly, "What did she do to deserve such high praise then?"

"Have you seen my ship? She's beautiful, more beautiful than Jess that one time." He started, about to regale a story, you did not need to know. You elbowed him hard in the ribs.

"My sentiment exactly," Poe said to you, giving you a fist bump before walking over to Snap's X-Wing, closely followed by Snap himself. You trailed behind them, still unsure of what was going on. Poe dragged his finger across the paintwork, "He has a point though. I've never seen Snap's X-Wing look this good." Poe turned towards you, his warm brown eyes sparkling with pride. "Good job, Greenie."

You smiled gently, before turning away. It was high praise from Captain Poe Dameron, flyboy of the resistance.

"Maybe I'll snap her up, you know, give her a real ship to work on?" Poe said, his flirting tone making an odd double entendre that made your face light up in flames.

"Not a chance. Kid, you're my new mechanic. Officially."

"What if I don't want to be?" You countered, your sarcastic tone making both Snap and Poe burst into laughter.

You accepted the role though. There was no world in which you didn't. You enjoyed the perks of being Snap's favored Mechanic - you could sleep in more often, you were privy to more information than the average mechanic. He would tell you if he was to leave the base soon, you were often told just how bad a situation was. Snap trusted you. And if Snap did, so did the others.

'The others' being the other pilots on Black Squadron: Jessika Pava, Karé Kun, L'ulo L'ampar. And of course, Poe Dameron. It was almost like you couldn't escape him. His infectious laugh, his boyish grin, his boisterous personality. His ability to make even the most mundane task into a story for the ages.

No wonder he was so popular.

You began to sit with them in the cantina and you frequently ended up leading the repairs on Black Squadron, no one else being as trusted as you. You opened up to them slowly, telling them about growing up on Kessel and being brought to the Scrapper’s guild on Kessel. You told them the truth about your escape - Poe ended up on the floor laughing, saying “the real story’s so much better, BB-3”. They found out about your impeccable aim after a fun night in the cantina that ended in a tense game of holodarts. They became your family - more of a family you had ever had in your life.

And while, you saw Snap, L’ulo and Karé as your brothers, you could not say the same for Poe. Poe was a flirt, everyone knew that. But as you got closer and closer, it was harder to ignore the way you're heart sped up when he looked at you. How you're palms grew clammy when he smiled in your direction. How his praises and compliments made your knees weak. God you were in love with him.

You knew that half the women on the base had either slept with him or wanted to, and yet not one of them got even a second of his time. None of them except you. Poe would walk you to your room in the evening, and to the cantina in the morning, regaling stories of his adventures before he knew you. He’d bring you caf when you were working late, and sit under the stars with you at the end of a long day. He’d tell you stories of Yavin 4 and his mother. He showed you the ring that hung on the end of his necklace. 

“I want to give it to the one, you know?”

“Don’t get all sentimental on me, Captain.”

He groaned, “Don’t rank me.” You just smiled.

“So, no lucky lady in your life, Dameron?”

“No lucky man in yours, greenie?” 

You scoffed, “If there was ever a chance, they’ve all been scared away by you.”

“Good.”

You laughed it off, but inside your guts twisted at the idea that Poe was happy you were single. Your insides warmed at the idea that he might just feel the same. 

The next morning, you walked out of your room to the sight of Poe sneaking out of the room opposite yours. Half-naked. His eyes widened at the sight of you, and your hand quickly hid your eyes from the view. Your heart dropped. He lied to you. 

Poe sought you out later on in the day. He came up behind you on the landing deck, with a cool glass of jogan juice in hand. You had stripped out of your mechanics jumsuit, the arms tied loosely around your waist. Your tank top was almost a shade darker with the sweat of exertion and ridiculous heat. And yet you declined it, your face barely concealing your childlike annoyance. You knew it was stupid. You and Poe were barely friends, let alone anything that would justify your anger.

“I’m sorry.” Poe huffed, still standing underneath you in the beating sunshine. You were surprised: Poe Dameron never apologises.

“For what?” You said, your back still facing him. He sighed - he didn’t like it when anyone was annoyed at him. Least of all you.

“For this morning.”

“Why does it matter, Poe? You can sleep with who you want to.” You said, anger colouring your voice.

“It matters,” he yells, “because it upset you. Because, for whatever reason, the idea of me sleeping with other people, made you mad at me.”

His obliviousness tugged at your heartstrings, as if to say ‘he doesn’t feel the same’.“I’m not mad that you’re sleeping with other people.”

“Then why are you ignoring me?”

“Because you lied to me, Poe.” You say, dropping down from the ladder, sweat dripping down your back. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You said there was no one special in your life.”

“There isn’t.” You raise a brow, before grabbing the glass of jogan juice from his hand. “Just because we had fun for a night, doesn’t mean I’m getting down on one knee.”

“I think you’ve done it enough times for that to be proven, Poe.”

His cheeky smile returned, “Glad we’re back on first name terms.”

You shook your head at him, “For the record, if I ever catch you sneaking out of a room in my wing again, I’ll skin you myself.”

“If you catch me you say? Well, I like myself a challenge.” You slap him on the head, before climbing back up the ladder.

“Leave me alone, Poe. I don’t need your love troubles plaguing my every hour.”

“There’s no place for things like love in the middle of a war, greenie. First thing you learn in a place like this.”

If he hadn’t been walking away, he would have heard your heart burst into a thousand tiny pieces. Maybe it was for the best if you didn't love him.

Instead of wallowing in undeserving heartache like an idiot, you forced yourself to forget all about the way Poe made your heart feel. He became just another friend, pushed so far into the friendzone that was no conceivable way out. To his credit, you didn’t hear of another escapade of his again. He probably just got good at hiding them.

That always got difficult when he was sent on week-long missions. Your heart would migrate into your throat and even swallowing became difficult. Your mind would swim with worry, all for him to come back completely fine, his ship always seemed to come home the least scathed. A fact for which your heart was grateful.

"Hey, flyboy," you called, as you walked into the cantina. There were less than 10 people in the whole room - probably due to the ungodly hour of the day.

Poe was sat in the corner, the light of his datapad shining on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair. It was unusually disheveled, which could only mean one thing. He was nervous.

You walked up to him. Evidently, he hadn't heard you from across the room, because when you came up to him and rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and grabbed your hand. You winced at his tight grip as he turned to face you.

Poe released your hand when he saw it was you. He leaned back into your chest, eyes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry," he whispered, gently.

You grabbed the datapad from his hands, and placed it face down on the table, "It's ok. What's going on?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it."

You absent-mindedly run your hands through his hair as his head remained leaned against your chest. "It's not nothing. Is it a mission? You're leaving again soon?"

He hummed in agreement.

"You're leaving today, aren't you? That's why you're up early."

"Why do you think Snap got you to wake up early? You're not just a sight for sore eyes, you know."

His words made you blush. Never have you been more glad that he isn't staring right at you - it would give your heart’s deepest darkest desires away. 

He left that afternoon. After you completed routine checks for him, he was off on a top-secret adventure. Sometimes, it was easy to hate his rank, because it made it so hard to find out where he was, or what he was doing. But as always, you let him go and, as always, you prayed he'd come home safe. To you. You always pray he comes home safe to you.

Hours turned to days, days turned to weeks. And while it wasn't unheard of for Poe to be gone this long, your heart could barely take him being gone for a day. That's the price of being in love. You'd never thought of yourself as still being in love with Poe until he left on that mission. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still raced when he talked to you. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still ached when he left for missions. You'd never thought much of the way your heart still burst when he smiled at you. But without him there, it's like your heart could not find a reason for beating. 

You continued on with your job, trudging through daily repairs and meals, trying to keep your mind away from Poe. You forced a smile when you talked to Snap - missing Poe hit him just as hard as it hit you. You forced a smile when you taught new recruits - you couldn't afford to have them hate you just because the Captain was missing. You forced a smile when you came down for dinner - there was no use in moping around in the middle of a war. But when you were in the comfort of your own room, you let the smile fall and the tears drip down your face. You cried almost every night for the first week that he was gone, trying to reconcile your newly found feelings and your newly lost friend.

It was a surprise to everyone when Poe crash-landed back on D'Qar with burns and cuts littering his body. You were up at an extremely early hour as working on Snap's ship when he landed, and you were immediately filled with concern. A tight knot wound its way around your throat, as you watched the scene unfold. BB-8 was nowhere to be seen. The ship is smoking dangerously, and parts of it are falling off, but most worrying of all, Poe was struggling to get out of the cockpit. You quickly threw yourself onto the X-Wing, hitting the emergency ejection latch with the spanner in your hand. The cockpit lid flew open and Poe climbed out, coughing heavily and clutching his side.  Snap came running out of the base, and grabbed Poe's arm. You ran up and grabbed the other, and the two of you dragged him towards the med wing. 

Two nurses snapped him up, cleaning his wounds and applying bacta spray where necessary. Snap turned away, mumbling something about an early morning briefing, but you stayed rooted to the spot. You couldn't take your eyes off his broken state, and tears slipped out of your eyes before you could control them. After a beat, you spun around on your heel and sprinted to your room. 

When the door clanged shut, you slumped onto the floor and burst into tears. You couldn't bear to see Poe in pain. You hated yourself for not being strong enough to fight through your tears to be with him. And you hated yourself for still being in love with him, when you promised you would be. When your datapad lit up with tasks for the day, you made the rash decision to call in sick. In the time you had been on the base, you had never called in sick. This job was your lifeline, your passion, and nothing, not even illness, would affect that. At least, that's what you had thought. You spent the majority of the week in that same spot, tears subsiding when you became so dehydrated that your body refused to let you cry.

On the fifth day of your hibernation, you finally left your room, having showered and gotten ready. Few people were on the base, apart from the mechanics and medics, and the injured - which included Poe. Given the lack of a real threat in the vicinity, General Leia had given the day off. You didn’t want to relax. You couldn’t relax.

You snuck over to where Poe’s beat up X-Wing was parked, and the sight of it almost made you tear up. The memories hit you like a brick. Poe barely limping towards the med wing. BB-8 being carried to the droid repair room. Fire extinguishers coating the X-Wing with hopes that it may be able to fly again. You got to work.

You were finally satisfied as the sun set over the vast treescape of D'Qar, covered head to toe in oil and grease. After some gentle coaxing by Paige - the only one aware of your all-consuming feelings for Poe - you agreed to grab something small to eat with her.

What you didn't sign up for was to see a broken and battered Poe sitting at the table, laughing at some stupid joke that Snap had probably made. He looked up as you walked in, almost as if he was expecting you. His eyes met yours, and you felt the tight knot in your throat begin to form again - just as it had the morning Poe crash-landed on the base.

Poe tried to lift his arm up to wave but winced at the action, the stitches keeping his wounds bound together stretching at the extreme action. You pressed your lips into a tight smile, willing the Maker to take your tears away. Paige handed you a bottle of water, before leading you toward the table. She left you standing in front of the table, where you awkwardly shifted your feet.

"Gonna sit down?" Snap asked, mirth dancing behind his eyes, "Or are you planning to put on a show? Wouldn't put it past you to have hidden another talent."

You smiled weakly, sitting down next to Jess and unscrewing the cap on the water bottle you had been given. Jess leaned over and whispered gently, "Feeling ok? Paige came up to ask if you were ok when you didn't show up at drills this morning."

"Yeah, felt a bit under the weather after morning rounds."

"Probably the shitty sleep you've been getting worrying about this guy." Karé said, pointing his knife at Poe.

Poe looked at you, his eyes wide, but you tried to brush off Karé's words, sarcastically replying, "Oh please Karé, the only thing you're worried about is whether or not they have that drink that you like from Sorgan, which is disgusting by the way - I don't know how you can drink it."

Everyone laughs as Karé splutters about how delicious spotchka is, the anxiousness wracking your body easing its reins slightly. Under the table, you feel Poe's foot nudge yours gently. You smile lightly at him, careful not to let him have a good look at your red-rimmed eyes and splotchy face. As much as it shouldn't matter, you don't want him to know how much you care.

"You don't have to pretend you don't care for the captain, kid. You should have seen how she leaped to open the hatch Poe, something from a Naboo holodrama. Or one of those superhero films." Snap laughed, as your face burned red.

Poe raised his eyebrow, "Now that's something I would like to see. Maybe I'll get myself stuck in a cockpit again, just to see you in action." He laughs, but you don't laugh with him. You feel your chest tighten, and the knot in your throat return. Your vision clouds with tears, and you quickly got up, excusing yourself on the notion that your headache has returned, and that you should probably get some rest before drills the next day. You stumbled out of the cantina, breaking into a sprint as soon as you were out of sight. 

Poe’s eyes followed you as you left, worrying tinting his gaze. The group had fallen almost silent at your abrupt exit, looking at where you’d run, before turning back to Poe. Snap slapped the back of his head.

“Why, in the Maker’s name, would you say that?”

“What?” Poe said, rubbing the back of his head. Jess gave him a pointed look, “What did I say?”

“You joked about getting hurt, Poe! Why would you do that?”

“He didn’t just joke about getting hurt, Wex! He joked about almost dying!”

"Oh please, it's not that big of a deal. Everyone knew it was a joke. Right?" No one looks at him. "Right?!"

Jess waves at Paige, whose eyes were trained at the door. She meekly walks over, leaning down to talk to Jess. 

"Is she ok?" Paige asked, her eyes brushing over the group until they landed on Poe, "What did he do?"

Poe's eyes narrowed in confusion. "I'm so confused," he muttered under his breath.

"He made a joke.”

Snap butt in, “About almost dying."

Paige’s eyes widened, "You're not serious."

"Look, I don't know what's up with her today, but something tells me that that was the last thing she needed right now."

Paige turned towards Poe, "If you weren't injured right now, Captain, I would beat you up." 

"Hold up. I don't even know what I did." He said, standing up. "I get that the joke was a little misplaced, but it was a joke. I didn't put myself in this situation willingly."

"We get it, Poe. But you haven't been here. She's literally been destroyed - she's barely sleeping, I barely see her come down to eat, she spends all her time working on different ships, drowning herself in work. Today was the first day in the year she's been here that she's called in sick." Paige said, her eyes flitting between Poe and the door. She was in a half-mind to run after you, to console you. 

Poe beat her to it. He got up, ignoring the protest from his teammates, and headed towards your room. He knocked lightly on your door, hearing the gentle sobbing from your room.

His heart broke. He knocked again. 

“I’m fine Paige, I just need sleep.”

“Nice to know you’d lie to Paige.” Poe said, his voice steady and gentle. You open the door to you room, the door whooshing up to reveal Poe in all his glory, “Would you lie to your Captain?”

“Don’t pull rank with me, Poe.” You joked as he bent to meet your eyes.

He reached out to caress his fingers against your cheek and wipe away the stray tears. You leaned your head into his hands, the callouses on his hands like comfort against your cheek. He touches his forehead to your eyes, his eyes closed as if he couldn’t quite believe you were here. That this was happening. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. Poe’s eyes met yours, softly searching for something. Answers, probably.

“Why are you sorry, darling?” The pet name gripped your heart, so familiar and yet so foreign. The tears begin to flow freely again. He soothed you, mindlessly carding his fingers through your hair, “Don’t cry, don’t cry.” 

You look into his eyes, and can’t help but to sob harder. Why did you have to fall in love with him?

Your head curled into his chest, seeking the comfort only he could give. “Tell me what’s wrong.” He asked, whispering into your hair. 

“I didn’t mean to.” You said through tears. Poe looked at you.

“You didn’t mean to what, love?” He asked. You repeated it over and over, your tears soaking through his shirt. He lets you cry until your weak, pulling you further into his arms. 

He asks you again. 

“I didn’t mean to love you so much.” You confessed through whispers. It was so quiet that you thought that Poe didn’t catch what you said.

His widened eyes told you otherwise. 

“You…?”

“I love you.” You whispered.

“You-you love me?”

“I love you so much that whenever I see you my heart quickens until it’s uncomfortable.”

“Love -”

“I love you so much that my hands become so sweaty that I can barely keep a hold of my datapad.” You showed him your hands that were covered in a sheen. He gives you a watery laugh, before wiping your hands on his already soaked shirt. 

“I love you so much that when you leave, I can’t bear to survive.” 

“Love-” You interrupt him again.

“There’s no life without you, Poe.” Your voice broke as you dissolved into another bout of tears. 

“Love, please.” Poe sighed, kissing your forehead, “Please, just-”

“I know. It’s a war. I shouldn’t have, but I did and I can’t help it. Please don’t hate me, please-”

Poe grabbed your face, pulling you into him. He grazed his lips over yours, before pulling away way to fast. 

“I could never hate you, love.”

You pull him back towards you, smashing your lips onto his. He pulls you into his lap deepening the kiss further. You run your fingers through his hair, and over where the bandages cover his fresh wounds. Poe winced, and you pulled back. 

“You should rest. And heal up.”

He looked at you with such adoration, that for a moment you thought you’d melt away. “I have the rest of forever to heal up. I want this now.”

“You have me for the rest of forever. I think you should heal up now.” He rested his forehead against yours, sighing and closing his eyes. You kissed his nose gently.

“The rest of forever is too far away.” He whispered.

“You made me wait for this long. I think you could wait for a little longer.”

“Only a little bit, love. Only for you.”

He stood up, holding his hand out to you. You grabbed it, and he pulled you to your feet. The sudden motion had you dizzy, head pounding due to the dehydration. He caught you gently, lifting you into his arms, before gently depositing you on the bed. He left light kisses on your forehead, and left with the promise of coming back with water and a little food. 

He walked out of the mechanics wing and back towards the cantina, intent on his mission to get a little food and water into you. 

The whole of black squadron watched him walk in. Poe nodded to them lightly, not knowing exactly what they had been expecting. Apparently it was enough for them, as they turned back towards each other. 

He grabbed a small muffin and a bottle of water, before heading back to your room. He walked into see you asleep on the bed, and he couldn’t help but smile. God, she’s beautiful. 

Poe sat down on the bed, rubbing your arm gently. You opened a bleary eye to see Poe crouched next to you, blocking the moonlight streaming in from the window. He pulled off his shirt, and lifted your head up to get you drink some water, before settling down next to you. You rested your head on his chest before falling back to sleep.

Poe moved under you, pulling his necklace from around his neck and placing it around yours. Your hand immediately migrated to the metal ring strung on the end. Poe froze. What if it’s too soon. He relaxed almost immediately, as your fist closes around his rings.

He relaxed, pushing his nose into your hair. You smiled as he whispered something that he probably only said because he thought you were asleep.

“I love you too."

[stinkyme]

Hello! This is a Poe fic I mentioned I had in plan, however I wrote it today so I apologize for the wait. :)

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, sex toy usage, overstimulation, oral!fem receiving, oral!Poe receiving, creampie (i guess), hair pulling, Poe might be slightly OOC, i think that's it, if I forgot something, let me know! :)

I hope you will enjoy it and like it, thank you for all love you showed me, it means a lot! <3

I apologize for any mistakes in advance. :)

Once you say yes, I won't stop || Poe x Reader

Your boyfriend always loved spoiling you. From books, flowers, food, nice and cozy dinners, massages, clothes and truly anything you could ask for. He treated you like a royalty and you were always so thankful for everything he did. Poe was known to be anxious little mess, but with you it was different. He would easily get flustered at your compliments and everything you did for him, indeed, but he was always so relaxed and you knew sides of him no one else had benefit of seeing and he was constantly surprising you more and more. Today wasn't any different. He came home and gave you flowers as usual, your favorite ones, in his other hand holding two black bags, medium size. You kissed each other and he handed you one of the bags.

"Just a little something for you, if you don't like it, let me know and I can change it." Poe said a bit flustered.

"Go to our bedroom and let me know when you are ready if you would like to." he continued, obviously blushing a bit, his eyes hidden behind long bangs.

You listened, noticing bag is a bit heavy and went to your bedroom to see what was Poe so flustered about.

You opened the bag, there was a box covered by smaller plastic bag. You took bag and box out, opening box first only to find the most beautiful pair of baby pink heels. In the small bag, there was lingerie, high quality bra with baby pink lining covered in small flower design and silky panties, same color to match heels and bra. You giggled imagining Poe going around and buying such things.

You took your clothes off and stood naked for a bit, checking yourself in the mirror. You put on the bra, it was fitting perfectly, even lifting up your breasts a bit, making you feel more confident. You remembered you had nylon, light brown stockings that were enhacing your legs in best way possible so you decided to put them on, alongside with panties that were resting on your hips elegantly, providing a view of your whole ass. On top of your outfit, you threw on silky robe you had, tying it up around your waist and with putting heels on you were ready to show him. You checked yourself once more in big mirror, admiring yourself because you looked hot and you felt good about yourself.

"I am ready babe, come in." you opened the door to call out for Poe who was still waiting. He got excited hearing your voice call out for him, shamelessly imagining your figure he adored covered in new pieces he bought thinking of you. He came in and closed the doors behind him. You were covered in robe, moving around a bit in seductive manner, playing with the tie around your waist. Poe got slightly nervous, not in a bad way, he just never knew how to react to teasing. He was melting, his brain unable to think of anything.

"Um..so..does it fit..well?" he said stuttering, grabbing the other bag he had in his hand a bit tighter. You came up to him, body painfully close to his body, making him shiver.

"There is only one way to find out now, is it?" you said in low voice, taking away the bag he had to put it down so he had nothing to grab on, making him feel more naked and exposed than you were. You moved away, turned your back to him and started undoing tie, letting the robe slowly fall down your back, exposing your bare ass.

"I think it doesn't cover my ass well, look, it's a bit too exposed, or was that what you were hoping for, darling?" you asked him in teasing voice, making him swallow a bit loudly, getting hard from sight in front of him. You gently brushed fingers over your ass to keep his attention for a second, then turned around to show him how bra was hugging your breasts perfectly.

You gently brushed over your exposed skin with both of your hands, bringing his attention up to your chest and walked towards him slowly. He was frozen.

"I absolutely love it darling, but I think this bra is a bit too tight..maybe I would be better off without it, yes?" you kept pushing him, whispering in his ear.

He swallowed again, you being so close to his body always made him feel nervous. You enjoyed teasing him.

"Care to help me out?" you asked in soft voice, smiling to him, bringing your hand up to move his bangs so you can see his eyes. He was nervous, no doubt about it, but his eyes were lustful.

"I think you look amazing, Y/N..it's like it was made for your body only." he said, not taking his eyes off of you, earning a small giggle from you. He completely forgot about your question, literally dumbfounded by your beauty.

"I love it, truly, you always know how to make me feel good, don't you darling? That's why you will help me take it off, so I can make you feel good, seems like you are in as tight situation as I am." you giggled, eyes on his hardened cock leaving clear outline on his pants. You turned your back to him, moved your hair out of the way and he hesitantly brought his fingers to unhook your bra, thoughts consumed by what you said just second before. He gently moved silky straps down your arms, bra dropping in front of you. He started kissing your exposed back, from edge of your shoulders, to your shoulder blades, down your spine, lowering himself and holding your hips to kiss your bare ass.

You trembled at his passionate kisses, letting a sigh out from enjoyment. He gestured for you to turn around by moving your hips to face him and he was kneeling in front of you, kissing your thighs over thin stockings and looking up to meet your loving and desiring eyes. He was rubbing sides of your thighs, moved his hands down to your ankles, covering you in kisses. He kissed your lower tummy which made you lose balance a bit because you were getting melted at his touch, but on heels it was hard to stay still. He kept moving, licking his way up your exposed chest, holding you with one hand on your lower back, other one resting on your waist. He brought his lips hesitantly to your right nipple, licked once in order to start gently sucking, twirling his tongue around. You gasped out because of his movement, supporting yourself by holding onto his shoulders. He gave your left nipple same treatment and kept kissing his way up your needy neck. Then, he gently bit into your skin, kissing it after and leaving wet traces all over your neck from his skillfull tongue.

You were whimpering, getting wet and needy already.

"You look so divine Y/N. You taste so divine." Poe said, his voice like a poison, pulling away and moving your bodies on the bed. You laid down, he kissed your lips and got up to slowly remove your heels, dropping them on the ground, kissing your ankles once they were removed. With his long, cold fingers he started taking off your stockings as well, in slow motion, giving each of your legs equal attention. He dropped stockings next to the heels and started kissing your inner thighs, moving from left one to right one, leaving equal number of kisses to each, then moved down to your knees, giving them gentle kiss, while holding sides of your thighs. Your fingers twirled in his fluffy, brown locks.

He was indeed known to be shy, easily flustered, however when he was horny, needy and painfully hard like now it was like all confidence came to him.

"Up." he said in quick tone, bringing his hands under your ass. You listened to him and he removed your panties that were already covered in your precum. He dropped them on the floor and came close to your needy cunt, observing it and admiring how wet it was. He gave it a quick kiss before he got up to take his clothes off, his dick painfully hard and thight in his pants. You whimpered, needy for more but admired his pale, soft body, long torso, his broad shoulders, round and sculpted chest, barely visible abs. He was only in his boxers and came back to you, positioning himself between your legs and towering over your body, his lips meeting yours. You were making out, messy and needy, your arms around his neck, meanwhile he moved one of his hands to carress your bare body. You tried to move your hips upward to get some friction on his hardened cock because you were in need of some stimulation. He quickly moved his hand down to push your hips back to matress and pulled away from the kiss, his gaze slipping through messed up bangs, possessive and dominant. He smiled at your neediness and moved himself down, facing your wet, throbbing cunt.

"You were teasing me so much and now you can't handle your own craft being done to you?" he said in low, raspy voice staring at your bare cunt.

"Can I touch you? But be aware, once you say yes, I won't stop." he continued with a grin, looking up at your flushed face.

"Y..yes." you said, hesitant.

"Please..touch me..and don't stop." you continued, desperate.

"You said it yourself, don't cry to me later to stop." he smiled and in quick motion started licking your clit, covering it with his whole mouth, not removing his tongue off of it. His tongue was going in all directions, stimulating you completely. You moaned out, grabbing his hair, desperately pushing yourself deeper in his mouth. He was basically making out with your pussy, making you drip more down your walls at entrance of your pussy. He was moaning out into your pussy, drunk from the taste, sending teasing vibrations that stimulated you even further. You kept moaning and whining out, grabbing his hair harder and harder and he moved his finger at your entrance, pushing it inside. He was pressing and stimulating your sensitive spot inside, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. He inserted another finger, stretching you out, not moving his tongue off of your clit, moaning alongside with you. With his fingers, he kept putting more pressure on your sensitive spot, making you throw your head back on the matress, your grip on his hair getting weaker because you were shaking, closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Ahh, y..yeah, mm, so good." you were whimpering out, which made Poe whimper on your clit, sending more vibrations and stimulating you further. You were insanely close, his fingers not changing the pace and pressure you loved the most and his skillfull tongue kept going in all directions.

"I am..I am going to c..cum..don't stop." you were saying messy, feeling your orgasm approaching.

"I told you I won't, cum for me baby." Poe said quickly before returning on your swollen clit, picking up the same pace as before, his fingers still inside you. He kept going and you finally reached your release, cuming all over his fingers, grabbing his hair rougher in order to ride out the intensity of it, your moans filling up the room. He kept going through your orgasm, slowing down so you can calm down. As you were getting your breath back to normal, he got up and took the bag he came in the room with. He was holding some box and you didn't see what it exactly was. He took out the product and it was a sex toy. The one with clit sucking option and dildo. Your eyes got wide. He came back to bed, spreading your legs more.

"You were so good for me, now be good girl again, okay?" he said as he brought the toy near your pussy and you buckled up because you weren't expecting this.

"I told you, didn't I? Now be a good girl as you said you will be and make me feel good by letting me do this, love." he said as he looked into your surprised face, gently stroking your thigh, toy in his other hand.

I mean, why not? It will be fun.

You nodded at him. He smiled and made a remark how good girl you are and moved toy to your entrance, slowly pushing it in until suck part coated your clit perfectly. You twitched, still sensitive from your previous orgasm and Poe didn't waste anytime, starting the toy at lowest level. Your clit was stimulated and although, it was on lowest level, it was already a lot for you given how sensitive you were. Dildo inside you was pressing your G spot perfectly and you moaned out from sensations. Poe enjoyed watching you like this, shaking, moaning, completely out of it but trying to keep up and not break down. He kept stroking your thigh, providing some comfort to you, only to level up the intensity. Tears were forming inside your eyes, it was too much, you were twitching and moaning, grabbing sheets for some sort of release.

"Too...too much..I can't." you moaned out, your back arching away from matress.

"You can darling, be a good girl for me. I told you, no crying to me if it gets too much, after all you were a tease." he kissed your knee after saying this, smirking and he moved himself near your upper body, lowering his head in order to start sucking on your nipple.

He was rough, it wasn't painful, but it was definitely too much for you to handle. Him sucking your nipple, your G spot being stimulated, your clit sucked on without a break. You were close to crumble down.

"You can handle more, right princess?" Poe said as he moved away his lips from your hard nipple, making toy go one level up, making you moan out loudly, it was too much, way too much. You couldn't even talk at this point, only moan and whine.

Poe then kept sucking your sensitive nipple, his fingers playing with other one, stimulating you more. You could feel heat washing inside your cunt and your orgasm coming. You grabbed Poe's hair with one hand and with another one you pushed your nails inside the bed as your orgasm was approaching.

"In my ear, I want to hear it all." Poe said as he brought his face near your mouth and everything was penting up, toy stimulated you in same pace, you were leaking despite dildo inside you, your nipple sensitive, wet and cold from air, another one still played with by Poe's slim fingers and his voice echoing inside your head. You were ready to explode and in next second you came outdone, your orgasm so intense that your whole body was shaking, your eyes going back in your head, tears going down your face, you were moaning so loud in Poe's ear, it was making him harder and harder, trace of precum left on his boxers. You came down off of your orgasm, toy still stimulating you overly sensitive pussy making you whine and rub your thighs together. Poe moved and stopped the toy, giving you a bit of time to calm down as he came up to kiss you, brushing away tear traces that were left on your face. He backed away from the kiss, softly stroking your flushed cheeks.

"See, you could handle it. Good princess." he kept praising you, but your head was foggy and empty and you felt like you will break apart if you get any more stimulation.

"Hm? Too fucked to talk? Well then.." he got on his knees, pushing his boxers down, giving you view of his long, medium thick, veiny cock. His tip was leaking and he looked down on you, his face was flushed, eyes lustful. He brought his cock near your face, stroking it.

"Open up. I am sure those mouth can be put to another use." he was demanding, you got up, face in line with his dick, opened your mouth for him and messily started twirling your tongue around his tip, collecting all precum and swallowing it. You started slowly moving your head back and forward, rolling your wet tongue around his cock that was pulsating in your mouth. His fingers were in your hair, stroking you as to tell you how good job you are doing. You started going faster, sucking on his cock, stimulating his tip with your wet mouth. He whined out.

"Just like that, ahh, g..good..yeah" he was whimpering out, his fingers still in your lovely hair. You kept going at same pace, Poe was whimpering, getting closer to his own release.

"S..stop, I want to cum inside you." he whimpered out and your mouth leaving his cock alone, giving him soft kiss on the tip. He slowly turned you around, your upper body on the bed, spine arched as your wet entrance was aligned with his desperate cock. He moved his cock around, collecting juices, gently brushed your clit which made you groan lowly and twitch, too sensitive. He enjoyed how sensitive you were and once he collected all of your cum, he pushed his cock inside you in slow speed whining from sensation, to stretch you out well. You moaned, your insides were as sensitive, making you tear up again and burry your head into the pillow.

Poe grabbed your hair, pulling it up.

"Let me hear your pretty voice, darling." he tried to sound collected, but his voice was breaking as he kept pushing in and out, your wet walls getting thight up around him, making him whimper. You were whimpering yourself, he was going insanely slow trying to delay his orgasm and enjoy as long as possible. You clenched around him and he whined out.

"Ahh, you are so good, mhm." he whimpered out as he kept his painfully slow pace, both of you whimpering at friction. You clenched around him once again earning his whine once again. He couldn't do it anymore, he started picking up faster pace, making you arch more and moan out.

"You fuck me so good, oh, please keep going." it made him blush and twitch inside you, he kept whimpering louder and needier as he finally reached his orgasm, filling you up with his cum. He stroked in and out few more times while calming himself down and pulled out, his cum dripping outside of you. You just dropped your body down, exhausted and overwhelmed as he pulled you in soft hug, kissing your lips.

"We need to clean you up, princess. Thank you for being so good for me." Poe said in his normal, loving tone.

"Just a bit more." you said and closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth and comfort his body gave yours.

The End :)

I hope you enjoyed and that I did it justice :") Thank you for reading! :)<3

[mncxbe]

Could you please write a Poe x f!reader x ranpo? Can be all together or separate, can it be either with a insecure reader or just them cuddling together?

This was so cute istg I decided to write both the separate and together ^^ Hope you like it. Sidenote the story I referred to in Poe's part is "The Murders in the Rue Morgue". y'all should read it it's really cool♡

Sun and moon ☽𖤓

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐, 𝑷𝒐𝒆 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ light angst to set the scene

°☆○

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐

It's been a few months since you started going out with the world's greatest detective. You got acquainted with him through Poe, a common friend, and instantly hit it off. And how could you not like him? He was fun to be around, highly intelligent and above all, a good person.

You felt such great pride whenever you saw his smiling face on one of the billboards that adorned the streets of Yokohama; which announced that once again he had helped prevent a bombing, the kidnapping of an important political figure or a heist.

Although he was usually busy with cases until late in the evening, when he came home he was energetic and cheerful. Your boyfriend always inquired about your day and actively listened to what you were telling him, showering you with sweet kisses and hugs whenever you were upset or stressed.

And yet, you failed to see what he saw in you. What could possibly be there to like about a wannabe writer who couldn't even find a part time job at a café? With each week that passed the feeling of doubt was growing stronger and you were becoming increasingly insecure about your relationship.

Of course, your observant boyfriend could tell something was wrong but he couldn't figure out what exactly it was. So one day he simply decided to ask you.

"Hey, Y/N. Can I ask you something?"

You were currently watching a sappy movie with him and lounging on your cushioned couch; his head rested in your lap as you gently ran his fingers through his coffee-coloured hair.

"Yes of course, dear. What is it?" you replied without averting your eyes from the TV.

"I was wondering if there's anything bothering you lately. You seem a bit tense and distracted."

His sudden question took you by surprise and you instinctively squeezed your thighs together.

"No, not at all. I'm good" you lied, but your attemps to conceal the truth were futile. Ranpo could tell that you were hiding something from him.

"Sugar" he spoke again as he straightened himself "Please talk to me. I don't like seeing you like this." There was nothing you could say so you remained quiet, gaze fixated on the glowing screen.

As a response to your avoidance, Ranpo's shoulders slouched "Did I do something to upset you, love? If I did I'm sorry please talk to me."

That was all it took to make you face him. Hurriedly taking his hands in yours, you finally looked him in the eyes. "No, dear. You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"Then why don't you spend as much time with me anymore? I just can't figure out why you're so distant all of a sudden. Do I not make you happy anymore?"

Your heart shattered at the sound of his words. His voice, although calm, was laced with frustration and doubt and you felt your eyes and neck burning.

"Baby no wait don't say that. I love you a lot and you make me very happy." you babbled out, cupping his cheek with a trembling hand.

"Then what is it?"

"I guess I'm a bit insecure" you finally confessed in a cracking voice "I don't understand why you like me so much. You're so amazing and I'm just, well... me."

"Oh sugar. How could you say something like that?" Ranpo's gaze softened as he pulled you into a tight hug. His hands caressed your back as he continued speaking. "You're the most caring and creative person I've ever met. I love your kindness and how supportive you are and I'm so lucky to have you in my life so please, don't say such things about yourself, okay? I love you."

You began sobbing, crystal tears damping the front of his shirt. "I'm sorry, Ranpo." you mumbled as you returned the hug.

"It's alright love. No need to apologize." he chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. He used his index finger to raise your chin, making you meet his gaze as his thumb gently brushed over your tear stained cheeks. "Hush now don't cry. I don't want to see my pretty girl sad."

You choked back your sobs and pulled him into a kiss, which he gladly returned.

"That's more like it" he smiled lightly as he pulled away, gaining a chuckled from you.

"Thanks for reassuring me, dear. I needed it.". You nesteled against him, placing your head atop of his chest as his lithe fingers lazily interlocked with yours.

"Anytime, sugar cube"

𝑷𝒐𝒆

The silvery glow of the moon glazed the room in a soothing, ethereal light. You gazed at the empty spot next to you, delicate fingers ghosting over the cold bedsheets; from the room next door a soft, scratching sound echoed faintly as Poe's fountain pen's nib scribbled the paper.

You were accustomed to your partner's habit of staying up late at night, working on his novels until the break of dawn, but you still longed for his presence.

"Edgar?" you called out in a sleepy voice "Could you come to bed, please?"

"As soon as I finish this page, my love. I have a few more lines."

You mumbled a quick "a'ight" before closing your eyes; no matter how hard you tried to stay awake, your eyelids felt heavy. One of your arms reached to the other side of the bed and grasped Poe's pillow. You snuggled the soft cushion, relishing your partner's scent.

It seemed like an eternity has passed before your boyfriend finally entered the room. Upon laying his eyes on your sleeping form, a smile rose to his lips.

"My love" he hummed, seating himself on the mattress. "Could I have my pillow back?"

His voice half awakened you from your slumber and you flashed him a warm smile.

"Edgar you're here" you said as you snaked an arm around his waist. Poe took the hint and laid down on his side next to you. You quickly discarded the pillow and pressed your whole body to your partner's, head nesteled in the crook of his neck.

"Don't get too comfortable now. I still have to go take a shower." he said in a silvery voice, trying to push you away but you wouldn't buy it.

Your lips brushed over his sweet spot as you left a trail of feathery kisses along his neck "Please don't go. I missed you love"

Poe sighed loudly and wrapped his arms around your waist, earning a smile from you. "You do know how to get what you want, don't you?" he chuckled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

After a couple of minutes he turned to his back and gazed at the ceiling. His face was illuminated by moonlight and the halo of dark curls framing his head made him look like a fallen angel.

"What are you thinking about, love?" you inquired, leaning your head on his chest as your arm lazily wrapped around his torso.

"Just the novel I'm working on. I'm a bit stuck on a part."

"If you want to you can tell me about it. Maybe it helps you organize your ideas better."

"You know what, that could actually help, Y/N"

He started telling you about the protagonists and summed up the novel's plot: it was about a detective who decided to solve a strange case, the gruesome murder of two women in their apartment.

Due to your sleepy state you weren't really paying attention to the narrative; his voice was slowly but surely lulling you to sleep. The steady sound of his heartbeat was the only thing that kept you grounded. But not for too long...

"You still listening, love?" he eventually asked, noticing how you haven't said anything in a while. You gave a small nod, cuddling closer to his side and he immediately knew you were almost asleep.

Poe's heart was literally melting like wax next to a burning flame. He gently caressed your cheek with one hand, tucking a strand of hair behing your ear.

"Goodnight, my darling" he whispered softly as he pulled the blanket over your bodies. "I love you"

𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒆

Ranpo and Poe were "rivals", a term the latter liked to use instead of "partners". It was true that at first there had been some tensions between them, but now they worked together on almost every case.

The only thing they still competed for was the title of best boyfriend. Almost each day you returned home from work one of them had a surprise for you; a handwritten love poem from Poe, a glazed chocolate donut or a bouquet of flowers from Ranpo.

"Hey, Y/N. Aren't I the best boyfriend in the world?" asked Ranpo one afternoon as you were lounging about on the sofa. He was leaning against you, head resting on your chest.

"You're good, Ranpo" you replied playfully, deliberately not indulging him.

"I know I'm good" he pressed "But don't you think I'm the best?"

You chuckled lightly, the tips of your fingers gently caressing his arm. "I love you both equally, Ranpo. I can't compare you".

From the other side of the couch Poe groaned: "Hear that, Mr. detective? She loves me as much as she loves you. I consider this a win."

"I still think she likes me better tho" replied Ranpo as he cuddled closer to your chest.

You gave Poe an understanding smile. The novelist was often the one who backed down during these little arguments hence Ranpo was acting so childish.

With a playful curl of your finger you motioned Edgar to come closer to you and he meekly obeyed, a deep shade of pink tinting his cheeks. He carefully wrapped his arm around your shoulders as not to disturb Ranpo and smiled lightly.

"How about we go to dinner tonight. Just us" he proposed, his voice a mere whisper "My treat"

Before you could reply Ranpo's head snapped towards Poe, a smirk dancing on his lips "This attempt to win Y/N heart is futile. I've already foreseen your plan and ordered food at home. It should arrive in half an hour or so."

The novelist grit his teeth but you could see the glimmer of adoration in his silvery eyes. No matter how many times Ranpo intervened with his plans, he still admired his ability to predict his actions.

You burst into a mirthful laughter at the sight of Poe's expression. "God you look like you saw a ghost, love". You swiftly hooked your arms around your partners' necks and pulled them into a tight hug, causing them to yelp.

"You two are something else, you know?" you giggled as you smooched their cheeks, earning a different reaction from each of them: Ranpo smirked, his gaze lingering on your plump lips while Edgar blushed heavily and covered his face with the back of his hand.

Just as the detective was about to initiate another kiss, the sharp buzz of the intercom caught your attention.

"That must be dinner" you chimed, briskly slipping from their embrace. "Be right back, darlings"

After paying the delivery guy you returned to the living room carrying the two plastic bags. A savoury smell came from the unopened boxes, making your mouth water as you carefully placed them all on the wooden table next to the sofa. Ranpo had ordered bonito sushi and pork gyoza for you, some noodles for Poe and sweet curry and donuts for himself.

You ate dinner in silence before going to bed; as usual, Poe was sleeping on his side facing you, his slender fingers lazily interlocked with yours while Ranpo spooned you. You soon fell into a dreamless sleep as the detective chanted sweet nothings in your ear and caressed your waist. You haven't slept this well in a while.

[just-a-bit-of-a-nerd]

Tell me when to stop

Poe Dameron x reader

Summary: What would Poe do if you used the safe word during sex?

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS!! Smut, p in v sex, dirty talk, praise kink. (If I missed anything please tell me.)

It felt so good.

Poe was sliding in and out of you so fast you could barely feel your bottom half. You two have been at this for hours, you can’t even remember how many orgasm you’ve had. You lost count at 11. And you’ve been going for hours after that.

Poe was fucking you into the mattress over and over. Your legs rapped around his hips, his hands were gripping hard on your thighs. You were sure that there would be red marks from how hard he was holding onto you.

“Oh baby,” Poe panted, “your so tight, so pretty baby girl,” he moaned.

You didn’t have the strength to answer him so you just moaned loudly. He kept slamming into you and he started rubbing his hands up and down your thigh. He then took hold on your leg and pulled it up and over to lay on his chest. 

Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your other leg that was still wrapped around him. It wasn’t anything he did really, your leg probably just cramped trying to adjust to the new position.

It still hurt so you gasped in pain, “code red, code red,” you panted out your safe word that you and Poe agreed on a few years ago. You never really had to use it, this was actually the first time you’ve ever put the words into action. Poe always made you feel good, but he never let you get hurt.

As soon as the words left your mouth Poe lifted off you as fast as he could. Letting go and coming out completely, he stood at the end of the bed.

“Shit baby are you okay?” he asked as soon as he was on his feet. He came to sit beside you on the bed as you stretched your legs out and caught your breath.

“Yea baby I’m fine,” you assured him, “it wasn’t even you, I just had a cramp. I’m okay,” you assured him.

He gave you an unsure look,”I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“No no it’s okay,” you tried to convince him, “it wasn’t your fault.”

“We can stop now if you want to,” he told you as he grabbed your hand.

You looked down at his still hard cock and smirked, “it looks like you could go for a few more rounds,” you said with a sly smile growing on your face.

“Are you sure?” he asked, “we don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I’m sure as long as you want to,” you said as you pulled him close.

“Oh I want to,” he smiled beck. And before you knew it he was back on top of you, kissing every part of you he could reach as he pressed back inside you.

It was gonna be a long night.

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter Thirteen

Alright, chapter thirteen is here. I don't really have a lot to say, except a big thank you to everyone who's still reading, and those messaging me to continue posting. Those messages are really the only reason I'm continuing to post it.

Warnings: the usual angst and trauma. Poe kind of loses it.

Word Count: 2565

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Previous Part

Poe

Watching you run away from him is probably one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do. He wants nothing more than to just hold you close, tell you he’s never leaving you. He wants to make you understand that. But you need space, and he respects you enough to put his selfish wants aside and give you what you need. Even if it hurts worse than the torture. 

He leaves the hangar pretty quickly after that, since Bryce enters and tries to pick up anything that moves. Seriously, that guy is such a slime ball. He avoids the tower, in case you want to go there. Instead, he takes a walk around the compound, before going to Leia’s office. 

Leia has always been a source of inspiration, strength, guidance. He needs that more than ever. He knocks on her door and hears her call for him to enter. The door opens and he steps inside, eyes adjusting to the strange light. Leia is seated in a leather armchair, holopad on her lap. A planet is displayed in the space in front of her, slowly rotating with a section of the ground highlighted in red. 

The planet he went to with you. 

“Commander, sit down.” She gestures to the seat next to her. 

“I hope I’m not catching you at a bad time.” He starts and she shakes her head 

“No, just trying to figure out where that established base was.” She says. “What can I do for you, Poe?” She asks. 

He’s quiet for a moment, watching the column of red rotate. “You think Y/N gave up information.” He says finally. Memories of the pain on your face, the broken look on your face as they dragged you back in, soaking wet, bleeding, half dead, flash through his mind.  

“I just need to be sure. She wasn’t ever trained for that kind of treatment. You two should never have been in that situation.” She closes her eyes. “I don’t want to think the worst, but I wouldn’t blame her if she did. The fact of the matter is, she skipped over all the torture you both went through, merely stating that you were interrogated. I have no account for what they put her through. You only gave me part of it. There was almost a whole week that you two weren’t together.” She looks over at him and his stomach tightens. “Her behavior has been erratic at best since you returned, but she won’t talk about what happened.” 

“Opening up isn’t easy. I’m working on getting her there.” He says. 

“And you? What help are you getting?” She tilts her head. 

“I’m working on that, too.”  

“And do you happen to know anything about the attack on Bryce?” She asks.

Poe is instantly on alert now. “Someone attacked him?” His heart lifts slightly. “This is the first I’m hearing about it.” 

“I thought as much. No one else seems to have seen anything, either.” 

Not surprising, most people on this base aren’t fans of Bryce. They all see how he slacks off, taking the least dangerous aspects for himself. 

“Is there something else you want to talk about?” She asks. 

“I’m not sure. Maybe?” He sighs. 

“Is it about how you feel?” She prompts and he looks over at her, frowning.

“How I feel?” He questions. 

“About Y/N.” She rolls her eyes. “Dameron, I’m not blind. And I can imagine how being in love with her would be conflicting for you currently.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Balance. You need to find balance. It’s been terrible and traumatic for you both, you need some good again. You both have some time off. I have others working on her research from the planet. Find something happy.” Leia says. 

“Do I have permission to leave the planet?” He asks, perking up a little. 

“Within limits. You have to stay within range, no conflicts-don't you dare engage with any type of enemy. If you leave, it’s strictly for relaxation.”

“This is so backwards.” He says, unable to stop the smile pulling at his lips. 

“I mean it. I need you to be good to go. You’re our best pilot, one of our best strategists. Do what you have to.” She says. 

“Thanks, General.”

“Go get some rest. You’ve barely slept.” She shoos him away. 

It’s late by the time he gets back to his quarters and he wonders what you’re up to. Do you know about the attack on Bryce? You’re probably with him, comforting him. 

The thought makes Poe sick. 

He hangs up his jacket, kicks off his boots, pulls off his shirt, unbuttons his pants, and falls onto his bed, not really expecting to sleep at all. He hasn’t in days. Maker, he misses you. 

Against his will, his mind dredges up the moments in that room that he tries so desperately to forget. The moment they dragged you away, he wanted to kill every single one of them with his bare hands. He would have given his soul to get you out of there in that moment. His best friend who’s never been in a fight, already bruised and bloody. And when you came back, bloody and exhausted, he wanted to tear that whole stupid world to the ground. 

He should have grabbed you and ran the second you started feeling something was stalking you. And now you’re struggling worse than he could ever imagine. 

Muffled shouting in the hallway brings his attention back to the present. He pushes himself up and opens his door, stepping out into the already crowded hallway. 

“How fucking dare you? Who the hell do you think you are?” Nya is screaming at someone. Poe peers around the people to get a look at who she’s yelling at. “How dare you attack a senior officer?!” 

Your laugh reaches his ears, but it’s cold, humorless. “Senior officer? What the fuck does Bryce actually do around here besides you?” You snap and the floor falls out from under Poe. “That’s a real fucking laugh. But, you know what? You can have the asshole. He’s not even that good in bed, but clearly you have low standards.” 

Poe starts forward a second before Nya lays hands on you. She shoves you against the wall and you grunt with the impact. Before he can reach you, or even see you, he sees your fist swing and then Nya goes down hard. 

Guess he knows who attacked Bryce. 

“Show’s over, fuckers.” You snap and he pushes through, but you’re gone. Nya is laying on the floor, blood dripping from her nose. 

“That crazy bitch attacked me.” She complains. 

“To be fair, you hit her first.” Snap says from behind Poe. 

“I’m going to Leia.” She warns. 

Poe squats down next to her, his leg aching from the blast wound that still hasn’t healed. “You’ve been sleeping with Bryce this whole time? Even before we were kidnapped and tortured?” He asks quietly. 

“Fuck off, Dameron.” She snarls. 

He stands up and turns to Snap. “Where is he?”

“He was in medical after she beat the shit out of him. But I heard he was released and he had patrol tonight.” Snap answers. 

“Were you there?” Poe asks, nervousness spreading through his system. His hands are shaking, he feels hot all over. He wants to see you, but not until he gets his anger under control. 

“Yeah. I pulled her off him once we heard that Leia was coming. But I think he did something to her. She was bleeding on her stomach when I fixed up her hand.” He says quietly, almost afraid of Poe’s reaction. 

“He what?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t see it, I was almost positive he didn’t do anything, but then she was bleeding.”

Poe spins around, darting into his room and grabbing his boots before taking off for the hangar. He’s going to kill Bryce. He’s going to rid the Resistance of that cancer once and for all. Snap follows close behind, and Poe isn’t sure if he’s going along to help, or to stop him. 

The piece of scum in question is just climbing out of his ship, helmet still on. Poe slows down just long enough for Bryce to take it off as he turns around. Poe is walking faster, ignoring the pain in his leg. This is worth the pain. Bryce’s eye is swollen shut, there’s a cut over his eyebrow, he has a fat lip, and there’s an oddly shaped bruise on the side of his jaw, which is now a little less perfect, and a little more crooked. 

“Oh, come on.” He groans. 

Poe decks him right across his bruised and cut up face, hearing a satisfying crunch. Bryce goes down, but he doesn’t stay down. He fights back, only managing to get in a few good punches. Poe’s dealt with much worse in the last month. 

Bryce shoves Poe off him before Poe grabs him by the front of his jumpsuit, slamming him into a tool box. “You can have her! Fuck! She’s already made it clear she doesn’t want my help.” Bryce snarls, ramming his knee into Poe’s gut. 

The way he talks about you, like you’re an object to be passed around, makes Poe see red. He doesn’t care about his injuries, doesn’t feel pain. He just wants to shut him up, to beat it into his skull that he fucked up the best thing that’s ever going to happen to him. His fingers curl around Bryce’s neck, getting a good grip and he squeezes. He’s no longer controlling his hands, the rage demon inside him is, and Bryce is starting to turn red. 

“Poe.” A voice starts, gripping his wrists. Snap. His friend. “Poe, come on. Let’s go check on Y/N.” He says, trying to get Poe’s fingers off his neck. 

If there was anything that Snap could have said to bring Poe back to himself, that was it. He loosens his grip and Bryce sags to his knees, gasping and coughing. Snap pulls him away and leads him around corners. Poe isn’t paying much attention, not really caring where they’re going. Snap shoves a shirt into his hands somewhere along the way and he numbly pulls it on, his mind lost in what Bryce had said. What help was he offering that you rejected?

He only comes out of it when Snap stops him abruptly. He looks up, blinks to get his bearings, and realizes that they’re outside the sick bay. 

“What are we doing here? I’m fine.” Poe sighs. 

“We’re not here for you, stupid. I told Y/N to go get herself checked out after her fight with Bryce. I doubt she went immediately, which is how Nya probably found her in the hallway, sneaking out. So, go in there, and I swear to Maker, if you don’t tell her you love her-I’ll strangle you myself.” Snap rolls his eyes. 

“Alright, alright.” Poe holds up his hands. “I’m going.” He steps inside, making his way through the beds slowly, trying not to get too close to the flu patients. He doesn’t really want to get sick again. 

He hears your voice, talking to yourself. He twitches the curtain aside just as you're yanking back down your shirt. Everything in him stops at the sight of you, just as it always does. Maker, you’re beautiful. 

“Poe? What are you doing here?” You ask roughly, still holding onto the edge of your shirt. 

“I was coming to check on you, actually.” He manages, stepping closer. “I know you said you didn’t need anyone to, but I heard the fight between you and Nya.”

Your eyes drift upward, an exaggerated eye roll. “I think the whole base heard that.” You sigh. 

He shrugs, stuffing his hands in his pockets just to keep from reaching for you. “She deserved it.” 

You move your legs and he accepts the unspoken invitation to sit down. You reach carefully for his face, turning it slightly. “Who did you get in a fight with?” You ask, fingers brushing over his bruised cheekbone. 

He captures your hand and pulls it to his mouth, kissing the backs of your fingers. “No one important.” He murmurs, inhaling deeply. If you doubt him, you don’t say anything. “Snap said you got hurt earlier?” He asks, trying to ask without giving too much information away.

“Oh.” You pull your hand back and hide it in your lap. “No. I’m fine.” You mumble and he closes his eyes. 

“Y/N, please tell me what’s going on? You know I won’t judge or yell at you. I just want to help.”

“I don’t think you can.” You whisper. 

“Won’t you let me try?” He's desperate. 

The curtain moves behind him and your eyes dart over his shoulder, widening slightly. 

“General.” You go to stand up. 

“You two. My office. Now.” She says shortly before turning and gliding away. Poe glances at you and you look incredibly nervous. He takes your hand with a squeeze and you both follow her to her office. Very much in trouble. He can feel it in the air. 

The door hisses closed behind him and Leia turns, leaning against her desk, holopad in hand. Maybe if he just confesses, he can take most of the focus of her anger off you. 

“General,” he starts but she holds up her hand to stop him. 

“In my hand, I have an incident recording. I’m still trying to decide what to do about it.” She says, crossing her arms over her chest and holopad. 

“General, if I may,” he tries again. 

“No. You may not, Commander. It’s not a question of who did what, anymore. The question is, what do I do about it?” She turns those steely eyes on Y/N and his heart thuds unevenly in his chest.

“It was me, General. I attacked Bryce.” He says quickly, before she can interrupt him again. 

“I know.” Leia says. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.” She taps on her holopad, bringing up the camera projection of the hangar from earlier today. The massive room was full of people, Bryce flirting with some poor mech. The door opens in a flash and you murder-strut inside, grabbing a wrench without even looking at it. Your eyes are solely focused on your boyfriend. The mech runs away as soon as she sees you, Bryce is a little more dense. By the time he turns to look at you, you’re already swinging the heavy wrench, needing two hands for the thing. No one in the hangar moves to stop you, they’re all just watching as you beat the idiot. After a full five minutes, Snap and Beau finally pull you off him. He stays down, lying limp on the ground. 

He looks at you in amazement, realizing you’re silently crying. Tears have spilled down your cheeks, but you’re too nervous to move to wipe them away. 

You clear your throat. “General, I accept whatever punishment you think is best.” You manage weakly, your voice just barely rising above a whisper. 

“Poe, leave us.” Leia says, setting the holopad on her desk. 

“General,” he starts. 

“Now.”

He clenches his jaw, leaving the room, leaving you behind. He waits outside. Leia told him to go somewhere, and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do. 

With you. 

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[understand-that-i-love-you-not]

"A novel? what's it about?"

[Context in where Poe is working on a book, what's it about? well...it's about y- oops, no spoilers] Fluff, predictable plot twist, female reader

"...and that is how I end up getting a bonus from my boss" "Well, good for you Y/n, good for you" You were rambling to Poe about how your day went, as you unwind in a coffee shop with a spectacular view.

"So Poe, what are you up to these days?" "Ah I'm glad you asked! I am currently writing a light novel, although~ it's still in progress because I'm not really adept with...romance" from enthusiastically to hesitant, Poe answered

"Romance? That's very new coming from you...well how is it going?" "Its going... difficultly, I just started last night, and I spent all the time building the...female protagonist's character" He answered, defeatedly

Karl hands over a manuscript to you. In the manuscript, you see the female character's characteristics. "WAIT STOP!" Poe snatched the manuscript from your hands in a panic. "Eh?" "W-what...did you see...Y/n?" "Well I only saw her height, its about the same as mine haha" you described to a nervous Poe "I'm sorry I didn't know you wanted it to be confidential, Karl handed it over to me" You pointed at Karl who was resting under your side of the coffee table. Poe stood silent, analyzing the manuscript on his hand "Is everything alright?"

"Yes Y/n! Its just...I'm thinking of what the future of this novel would be...I don't think I'm ever gonna finish it..."

"Why is that? You shouldn't put a start on it yet then" You explained

"But Y/n...I've already put a start to it...It's hard to back off now..." Poe answered

"Infact, I have a character for the protagonist's partner now"

Poe stood up, offering your hand to stand with him "I suppose it's time...I tell you...to give this story meaning and continuation" You held Poe's hand, but as you stood, he didn't let go of your hand. Karl leaped up to Poe's shoulders.

Whoosh

There was ignition on Poe's hand...no it was his ability, he took you to his said novel in progress It was a dark space, you were in the same position as you were, holding Poe's hand.

"Y/n the female protagonist, is..." He looked through your eyes, as if telling you something without the use of words.

"...me?"

"Yes...I wanted you to be the female protagonist...or more like...I couldn't think of another woman asides you..."

Poe almost melted at the spot explaining to you, his cheeks flushing of red "Oh Poe...but who would be the male lead?"

You asked. He held your hand tighter, an attempt to call his built-up anxiety

"It would...no, it pains me to see you with another man, whether they were of fictional origin or some other...so I had you paired with me..." Poe conffessed

After his words you both were sent back out of the book. "Poe..." "I couldn't write a thing in this novel...cause, I would not want to write anything in this novel without us ever...doing whatever I wrote...here" Poe confessed the second time

"...Poe.." you took a long pause

He was ready for whatever impact was ahead of him, he knew it was a bad idea to say such feelings things Infront of you He should have kept those to himself, he thought, how could a majestic woman like you, love some mystery freak like him who had about 2 friends in total, one being a racoon-

"Poe, you know...you don't need a novel for all that" "What are you implying?" "I like you too Poe."

Poe's shoulder lightened, he was stopping himself from smiling so wide. "Hehe, you should have told me sooner you know" "Oh Y/n you...I..well...you know how hard that was for me" You proceeded to walk closer to Poe "Then, why don't I help you with that novel Poe" "That would be lovely Y/n" He opened his arms in an attempt to hug you but he paused. "Oh, um...may I?" You welcomed his touch, opening your arms Sharing your warmth, Poe's scent is definitely something to relish, depending on his amount of money. You both have a long story to right, now is just the begining. ...

[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

...To marriage

Pairing: Poe Dameron x fem!reader Warning: pure fluff, talk about war, war trials

From kidnapping… - To leave you behind - To Escaping… - To Ending the war… - To marriage

“Ready?” Poe turned to you. You only nodded, too engrossed into your notebook to look up at him. Poe didn’t care, after all you had a book to write. He was only your space taxi. He turned to the console and various buttons. He pushed some buttons and started the engine.

After the war was won you were promoted to Poe’s personal assistant and his speech writer. You got a seat in the senate too. Today was a hearing for captured soldiers and other members of the Order. There was a rumour a lot of senators wanted to vote for immediate execution. You were different, you saw the good in people even though they did you wrong.

“Finished!” Poe looked over to your beaming face. “Can I hear it?” You your blinding light became much brighter. “High council of the new republic. Senators of the united planets. I am standing before you to plead on behalf of the people who did us wrong in this gruesome war, to get a hearing before they get a sentence for the crimes they committed. We will not steep down to their level and execute them without a trial. May they deserve it or not. I suggest we hear their story and discuss case after case with an independent council. Both will decide the fate of those who we deem unworthy of our forgiveness.”

Poe was silent. You could hear the cogs in his brain rattling. “I can’t say anything against it. And-“ You raised your eyebrow. “And I think you might have changed my mind.”

The council meeting vent smoothly. Your plead won with more than 51 percent of the votes in the council. Immediately the process of finding the other council began. Poe sat next to you in the large room. He felt your excitement wash over to him.

He reached out for your hand and grabbed it. A lot of weird looks were thrown in your direction as Poe sprinted out of the room. He ran down the hall and outside to the memorial park where once the impressing jedi temple stood. All the time he pulled you by your wrist. “Poe! Stop! My wrist hurt a little bit.”

Poe let go immediately as he turned to you. He smiled brightly, fishing something from his pockets. He walked into your personal space, not that you minded. “You know, I told you once that if we ever visit this park, it will have a special place for us for the rest of our lives.” You nodded. “I thought long and hard how I would fly with you to Coruscant without any suspicion. After you told me a week ago we had a meeting I was ecstatic. Not for the meeting but for us to visit the park.” He lifted a fist up so it was between you two and opened it to reveal his mother’s ring in his palm.

“I think you know the question I wanted to ask and I am pretty sure I know your answer.” “But what I say no.” “Your eyes wouldn’t sparkle like right now. So, star light. Wanna change your last name?”

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