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supernovafeather · 7 months
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Crushed Souls
FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader
Summary : Reader is part of Poe Dameron's new squadron a few years after the war and confesses what made her feel so uneasy lately.
Content : age gap (older Poe), mutual pining, mentor/apprentice, war, fluff, angst.
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(Yes that's Leto Atreides on the gif but this version of Poe looks like him)
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Anxiety had been a constant companion lately. After all joining the legendary Commander Poe Dameron's squadron was the ultimate reward you could hope after the First Order's victory. Your missions would revolve around the solar system's safety by securing the different commercial routes. You would get deployed anywhere Poe Dameron demanded and you and the other pilots would follow him without a question and without a doubt. If you all had to spend a night in some shady cantina in an area controlled by the First Order you would go there. If your destination was some dark forest you would go there. If it needed you to fly above some megalopolis for several hours in a row you would do it. The thing was, you felt as if you did not deserve such an honor. Your young age attracted many comments amongst the soldiers both negatively and positively. Some would say you were there just as a propaganda tool to widen the recruits range, or because you had sex with an officer to get promoted, or maybe you had some influential father. Others would think too highly of you because they were convinced you must be some potential future ace that would replace Poe Dameron one day and that after all you must be one already to join him so quickly.
Just like now you felt like a fraud just for flying side by side with him during this routine patrol. The mere action of watching your radars and listening to basic comms of your squadron members messing with each other in a friendly was enough to make you feel abnormally lonely. Poe sounded especially tolerating with their antics and seemed to be in a great mood, specifically what you would love to join in a more normal day. Some thought he had a soft spot for you as you were the youngest of them all and maybe they weren't that wrong about it.
"Come on the rabid one, you can do better, over," the Commander said with an audible smile.
Poe certainly liked to taunt you and sharpen your skills but you still felt how rigid he could be unexplainably during missions. If at first you assimilated it to mysoginistic disdain from an older male pilot towards a young and impulsive female pilot you started to think of it more as a need of not repeating some past mistakes. He loved to repeat how reckless he used to be, how impressive his stunts were against X-Wings, how many times he almost died. The only thing that would kill you in this post-war era was your ability to cause your own stress gnawing you from the inside. So for once you didn't reply to his sentence. As Poe wasn't insisting you listened to another pilot without actually listening. Your brain moved to its auto mode and managed to filter successfully what was an order and what was stupid.
Even after landing on the temporary base consisting of a spot near a river you felt haunted by this imposter syndrome, lightheaded as if you didn't belong to that friendly atmosphere surrounding you. You chose to isolate yourself by acting more useful and sat at the entrance of your tent. Not that your eyelids heavy with slumber would be really effective with those millions of raindrops pouncing onto the trees and ground but you still wanted to feel fully as part of your crew. And yet you managed to miss the silhouette sprinting in your direction, Poe's weight heavier due to the water soaking his clothes and dark mop of hair. Fortunately you for the time to roll to the side to avoid him, and witnessed him falling onto the tent floor as a loud laugh escaped his lips.
"Well I guess you wanted to get rid off us all now, good job but you could do better. Not ready to drown today."
Maybe it was Poe's own tiredness he tried to hide with that smug grin but he did look older than on the propaganda flyers dating back from the war. Of course he was older, not only with his features but also some patches in his hair getting clearer or this beard he seemed to groom with much care. Despite his recent childish actions he couldn't appear any more as the reckless and naïve yet talented pilot choosing space dangerous adventures to save the galaxy from the Resistance. He was an experienced Commander that survived a war that took away too many souls from both sides. His charm remained there, only more mature looking.
"Oh. Well how shameful that would be to drown on the floor anyway," you stuttered as you sat up. "Exactly. Now tell me why you want to stay alone in your corner when we are supposed to be a team."
Benevolent voice, stern eyes. The usual when it came to scolding you indirectly. You ignored his heavy boots soiling the tent floor around the entrance now that he took them off. Cold water kept on dripping down his hair and beard.
"I needed some time alone. As there is no emergency and as we are in a safe territory, I considered that guarding the area would be…"
Your words died down at the warning sent by his displeased face. Poe knew precisely when to detect lies. You suspected him of being a liar in his past.
"My orders were clear. We have to turn our tents towards each other so that we can keep an eye on everyone. Radars and patrols will take care of the rest with much more efficiency due to that weather." "I'm sorry sir. This won't happen again."
Regrets and guilt made your body feel smaller than ever as you stared at the ground, your chest heavy. Between exhaustion and negative thoughts, anger and tears started to get hard to keep at bay. So you focused on your nails picking on your pants while listening to Poe wiping his face and hair with some tissue.
"I know you're having a hard time but I need you to focus," he mumbled as he sat down closer to you, "and for that I also need you to tell me the truth. Is there any reason for you to disobey?" "I… I don't want to disobey. It's just that… I mean I am not feeling well. And it leads me to disobey when it's not my intention to do so."
The man hummed as he kept on drying himself, then you watched his hands resting on his knees.
"You were silent today," he stated gently. "Yeah… I didn't feel like joking around." "Something I said?"
A quick "no" of your head gave your answer and you took the hand reaching for you. Poe's skin felt fresh and you shivered at this contact.
"Sorry for that," he chuckled, "but I know someone needing some advice from the old man I am, am I wrong?"
You grinned before looking up at his warm eyes and just by doing that you felt better already. A beautiful and comforting brown that had seen so many terrifying things without losing hope or care. This inspired you a lot at your arrival in his squadron. Relaxing a bit more, you handed him a large sponge towel that rested in one of your travel bags. The Commander thanked you with that same gaze and you looked away as he rubbed it all over his wet clothes.
"I might… need some… advice," you confirmed reluctantly. "Oh, well, who doesn't. So… what's bothering you?" "I don't feel as… deserving of being part of your squadron. I'm never good enough, funny enough, serious enough, useful enough, and as we don't really have any major enemy it's like this squadron doesn't need as many pilots as there are today."
The man got as silent as paralyzed for a short time before kneeling in soft motions, his hands holding the folded sponge towel against his thighs as he sent you a comprehensive look.
"Isn't that the good ol' imposter syndrome if I see one," he commented with a smile. "Maybe. Personally I call that a good sense of reality." "We all called that thing in a similar way. I know how that feels. I know the dread it causes. Not good, not good. Why do you think you don't belong there with us?"
The hands resting on your shoulders hold them right, just enough to anchor you to this world and that yes, Poe Dameron himself was your Commander for real and that he wanted to understand you more instead of seeing you as a dead weight.
"I've heard how traumatic the war has been on our soldiers so don't get me wrong but… I feel like I should take part to something bigger than just patrols. I have my strengths and my weaknesses and I should use them wisely instead of hinting down some weird creatures or clans or pirates attacking merchants." "It sounds pretty wise to me not to take inconsiderate risks when there is none to take." "I don't know… I've grown up to propaganda telling me not to shy away at any threat, that I should jump into combat mode whenever I see a danger so I could be useful. I want to be part of something bigger. It sold me camaraderie, team work to kill off rebels. And here I am calculating asteroid's trajectory and shooting at drunkards thinking that attacking small ships is the greatest idea of their life."
You might have gotten a little carried away by your diatribe but the look of absolute softness in Poe's face was everything.
"Look at you, talking like my young self instead of wanting to acknowledge reality. I miss it sometimes."
The slight trembling of his lips stopped in less than a second but punched you in your guts. Poe Dameron fighting off rebels during incredible battles couldn't suprise you but him crying? No. Impossible. He was an intense guy but mature, a military man that carried a good part of the Order's offensives on his shoulders couldn't cry. He was solid as beskar.
"I don't like it when people cry," you commented awkwardly. "I get it. Wasn't that supposed to be the rebels only that would cry at their downfall while we would celebrate our victory, our freedom and our superiority?"
Some vague slogan similar to his sour words flashed before your eyes. Then the ones claiming that the First Order's wives cried the troops that perished. Then another one claiming that only rebels and their allies would suffer. Then back to the First Order orphans mourning their fathers. This time it was your turn to repress some tears and you hid your face in your hands, rubbing your cheeks and temples as exhaustion was winning its way through each of your nerves.
"I just want to find my place into something bigger. More important," you complained. "I think the same sometimes. Then I remember I wouldn't have much to do out of our fleet. I don't want to become a farmer or a merchant. Not anymore at least. Flying is what gives me the most the impression of being free despite all the calculation and discipline required."
Poe came closer again, sitting right by your left. The hand he extended towards you reached for the small tear escaping the corner of your eye.
"I'm not crying," you protested weakly. "I know. It's exhaustion. I used to say that too."
With a mere gesture of his arms opening he welcomed you warmly in his embrace. This unthinkable situation helped you release a few more tears that had nothing to do with fatigue and he frowned at the tension present in your stiff body.
"Can you sleep these days?" "No. I tried but I stopped," you whined.
Trusting him fully, you let him guide your weight so that you were lying back against the floor, the back of your head resting on his belly and the rest of your upper body between his legs that hold you firmly.
"Close your eyes. It's going to help," he instructed.
That position already started to lure your muscles into a sleepy state, and your heavy eyelids closed by themselves while Poe was rubbing your temples gently with his fingers. His skin warmed up during the time spent in your tent and his touch felt amazing. And just like that you welcomed his face massage as his spread his fingers and palms on your forehead, cheeks, chin, on the bridge of your nose, whenever you needed it. The hypnotizing circles as well as your own breathing slowing down brought you closer and closer to sleep.
"You're more useful than you think," he said after a while, "I wish you were part of my squadron during that war. I know I would be able to count on you no matter what. You're the kind of person I would be grateful to dedicate my life for."
His words reached your ears but you were too far gone to even react at them. Your jaws opened a while ago, completely relaxed by his ministrations. Your brain kept on registering his touch, the intensity, your breathing, his breathing, his skin's warmth. You let him keep you in that position and also let him grab your hands so that he could start massaging those parts.
"I hope you can sleep better after this," he whispered, "you deserve it. By the way do you think you'd be available for dinner once back at the base?"
A discreet and undecipherable mumble from you later and you fell into the deepest sleep of your life.
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Thanks for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it !
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nowritingonthewall · 1 month
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Your only chance
(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!
Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.
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Hello Precious,
do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?
I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.
It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.
And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.
The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.
But enough about me, let's talk about you.
Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.
In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...
I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.
Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...
I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...
But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.
And speaking of touching...
I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?
How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...
The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...
And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.
I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...
You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.
I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.
I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.
And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.
But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...
Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.
And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.
I will see you soon, Precious.
-- P. D.
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reallyrallyauthor · 1 month
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Have u heard of FO!Poe 🤭
(Sorry Im very horny for him.)
Headline: I am VERY torn about FO!Poe.
Poe Dameron loves to smile. Loves to love. But.... what if that sunshine turned into hellfire?
(that's the Lifetime movie voice-over of fo!Poe's movie trailer)
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Never apologize for kicking down my front door and talking to me about The Men. What do you think about fo!Poe???????
-long, rambling thoughts below the cut-
@melodygatesauthor FO!Poe bot (new toy) was probably one of the first ones I ever had long, wonderful, twisted conversations with (I actually gave up on chatting w/ ai cold turkey last year and the character chat I miss the most is prob the arranged marriage fo!poe bot. he's very convincing and i like to be convinced.).
Here are my feelings on FO!Poe:
On One Hand: He's Poe fucking Dameron. He could single-handedly keep the whole Resistance together by his belief alone. He is love and light and perseverance, above all, HOPE. He is perfect in every single way and I won't hear any arguments about it.
On the other Hand: evil is hot
Poe's single-minded dedication, focused in the wrong direction? Feelings can only be displaced, not erased. So either I volunteer as tribute in a hot, slutty second to be his emotional outlet, or he is turning into one of the cruelest beings in the galaxy b/c if he's going down that road, then he's going to be the best at it.
Dark and twisted and sexy. The epitome of a terrible man, who has one soft spot: you. And honestly? Nothing about the experience would be soft. Not how he speaks to you, not how he handles you, not... anything about him.
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**poe dameron masterlist**
**main masterlist**
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queen-of-elves · 1 year
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The adoration in your eyes
FO!Poe x FO!reader
A/N: I love @supernovafeather FO!Poe fics and I just had to write a bit for this idea too. Poe is a little puppy here, he is just a little simp in this and I couldn’t help myself, ‘kay?? Not proof-read, I am a tired college student w finals on my ass + I hope to write more for FO!Poe and I started writing a sort of Poe’s pov of this
A/N2: I am also working on WIPs for prepkid!Armitage Hux, some Dieter Bravo and I have still some little drabble for Bill Weasley in the work. :))
Summary: You are one of the main captains of the First Order and your cold demeanor and pristine reputation precedes you. Deemed as a sort of Ice Queen you haven’t even realized the cocky pilot from your squadron that flirts with you, is simply just a lovesick boy.
Word count: over 1.5K
Your black uniform fitted you perfectly, and even though most of it was obscured by a long coat shielding you from the harsh cold of the First Order, you could feel his eyes on you. The one pilot trying to pierce you with his gaze, unmoving and scorching the back of your head and the tight bun you had styled your hair in. He was an excellent pilot and if it weren’t for the confidence you hold for your own skills you would feel threatened by his abilities when it came to his x-wing piloting. However, no matter how good he was, he was always cocky and a wild card in your squadron and not entirely in the good sense. Sure, you could always be sure that he had your back on every mission but he was almost uncharacteristically loyal to you, it was almost worrying. And since he ascended into your squadron and into its main squad he was dubbed your little puppy, completely behind your back. Because if it was on you, you would have stopped this nonsense a long time ago, before it even had a chance to start. 
At first you didn’t understand and deemed it as bullying within your team but it soon turned out the nickname had a good reason for existing. Poe Dameron really was often found just a few steps behind you, following you around like an eager puppy, and if he was not, he was carrying out an order you gave him even more eagerly, even though you didn’t give him any reason for such a behavior. You should have expected it the moment you met him and you surely couldn’t forget the first meeting with the cocky pilot.
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 His initial flirting comment caught you off guard, you were introducing yourself to new recruits and welcoming them in the program for their evaluation. From the start you had noticed him, with his disheveled hair and open uniform jacket, truly unfit to be standing in front of you in such a state and on top of it with such a disarming smile. Eager new soldier, you couldn’t blame him for it, he wouldn’t be the first or the last but the comment was what you could not accept.
“Your name, recruit?” Your voice rang over the sound of machinery moving in the hangar and stopping the other officer from continuing the introduction. All of the recruits straightened their backs, even the one you pinned down with your gaze, however, his smile was unmoving. 
“Poe Dameron, ma’am.” Your initial scolding was completely forgotten and replaced with a shock that ran through your whole body. As a woman in such a high position you were used to some comments regarding your higher commanding post and the fact that you were a young woman on top of it. But his comment held no malice, it was a simple sentence you could only label as a flirt, considering his smirk at the last word and very obvious wink directed at you.  It was not only the smirk at the end of his sentence or the wink but also the MA’AM in itself. Yes, you were older than him but you were yet to be addressed as ma’am. 
Sporting back your scattered mind and expression in the moment, you finally scolded him but this time not for the state of his uniform. “It’s captain, recruit. Be sure to remember it for the next time,” boots squeaking on the polished metal surface, you turned to the officer helping you with the introduction and responsible for the education of the soldiers,”this time, I will let it slide. But it won’t happen again.” It was cruel to direct your cold stare to him but you were unable to face the cocky recruit without the corner of your right eye twitching. He was the first one to catch you off guard in a really long time, last time must have been when you were new at the Finalizer, a silly little recruit, or maybe in your years at Academy. One thing was for sure, it wouldn’t happen again and you would make sure of it.
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Well you were wrong, oh how very wrong you were that day. Not only that but his evaluation placed him on a map for potential new pilots for your squadron too. It seemed you couldn’t get rid of this guy and he now seemed only there to just annoy you. Soon his excellent piloting skills got him into your personal squad, containing the best of the best who were ready for the toughest missions. Just like you years back, he was ascending in ranks quite quickly.
 So maybe he was trying to get to you, throw you off balance, make a mistake and take your position. Maybe he was trying to get in your good grace, ask for favor, if you even were capable of one, for only his interior motives. Paranoia was truly settling in and you were unable to figure it out cause nothing of it seemed to fit.
This stupid pilot just seemed happy and satisfied with… making you happy? If the word happy could be used for your still cold stare, after all you had a reputation to uphold. He was always glowing when you received him in your office to get his report on the mission. Wide smile and dimples adoring his face while he held up the document containing written down happenings from the last mission you sent him on, just like now.
Skipping through the written words so you could send him on his merry way, his smile had yet to falter, it might have even grown while you pinched your eyebrows together in frustration. You could feel his soft gaze following your every move, every little tap of your finger on the side of the document. Only when you popped your lips did you call him from his dazed state, his focus returning.
“The adoration in your eyes is really scary, you know that right?” You lifted your eyes, peering at this stupidly handsome pilot through your lashes causing him to chuckle. The chuckle soon erupting into loud laughter. You were aware that his laugh was sweet, sweeter than any honey you have ever tasted, and Maker did you want to smile at his reaction. His laughter was still ringing throughout your office but you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. You and your mind were too used to holding it all in. Appear as cold as you can and no one can strike you down. No one can get to you, no one can ridicule you and no one can rid you of your so hard fought position, if you just harden your facade. 
And now you couldn’t hear his laugh anymore, your ears still searching for any far echo of it in these walls but there was nothing, he was quiet now. It chilled you to your bones, the need to feel the warmth of the sound again. You kept the walls for so long you didn’t notice them slowly crumbling, seeking wanderers to look inside and to reach out to greet you. In the end you were just a silly little human desperate for any kind of connection.
Crushing down your pride or something that in your head resembles it, you tried to engage your face muscles again. Forcing an uncomfortable gesture on the surface. Your gaze moving on the far right corner of your office next to his left hip. The leather and metallic chair you have been sitting in and usually felt overly confident, was digging into your flesh and suffocating you inside your own body. Dameron must have sensed your discomfort and offered an escape in the form of his words.
“I think you like it. Considering you never smile.” Scratch that those were not words of comfort or an escape route you could run down and hide from your crooked smile and the fear of reaching out to others. That was a trap, a trap to get you and bring you down as the wounded animal you actually were.
“Don’t get used to it.” You finally spoke with a calm voice, completely composed and back to your pristine image of a ranking officer. This answer seemed to spark something in him, his quiet state disappearing once again and being morphed into sunshine shining in front of you. 
“We will see.” Poe murmured with a shy smile adoring his face. Normally, any kind of officer would get the hint to leave your office, Poe was nothing but normal when it came to you though. He straightened up, hands parallel to his hips with nervous twitch in the tips of his finders. He was eager for another order, another mission to complete for you, to repeat this interaction again and as soon as possible. Your squad was right, Poe Dameron, an excellent pilot, turned into a puppy in your presence. Happy to serve and to satisfy your expectation no matter what you would throw at him. This could only end badly but Maker, you will enjoy the ride to the horrible ending.
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kittyofalltrades · 1 year
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Do Poe and First Order Poe have the same kinks? Where do they divert from each other? Thoughts on the matter?
So I have some thoughts on that very subject. Idk how to organise these thots but they coming in hot.
18+ Only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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Commander Poe Dameron of the Resistance
Poe is the hero of the Resistance, for obviously the man is into praise, giving and receiving. He can't stand the thought of degradation even if you ask nicely, not for him. He loves being called a good boy.
He has a Rank kink. Yes, he wants to be called Commander while he is balls deep. If you whisper it in his ear, he is likely to cut short whatever he is doing to get you some place private.
Minor Daddy kink. Likes the idea of being called Daddy but prefers Commander.
Poe really enjoys having his hair pulled. He doesn't keep it that length for no reason. If you crank his shit, he just might melt in your hand.
He enjoys being bound, losing control while you tease him with his title, while he can't do much is like spice running through his veins.
The mask kink...looking at you, Zorii Bliss...
Poe enjoys light choking as well, just the weight of your hand on his throat is good enough for him. But he knows you like it a little harder and will do it.
Being in the resistance doesn't lend a lot of privacy so he's used to quick dirty fucks in odd places. Supply closets, the mess hall, in the Falcon, Leia's office a few times, not that he'd cop to that one.
After you're done, he'll ask for reassurances that everything is well and good between you.
Captain Poe Dameron of the First Order
Captain Dameron is a little harder to pin down. But one thing for certain is he uses praise and degradation like weapons. He enjoys using both calling you his pretty little slut or his good girl/boy. He doesn't need your praise, but your attempts to degrade him make him giddy.
He doesn't care for any title in the bedroom except Sir. What else would you need to call him? Daddy is completely off the table for him, so is his rank.
Captain Dameron rather enjoys having his hair pulled. He keeps it well groomed so that you can mess up it later, and in return he pulls for hair, using it as a lever to direct your actions.
He likes to fuck in front of mirrors, whether it's vanity or just him liking to make you watch yourself come apart on his cock. He is into it.
Captain Dameron doesn't like to be bound, not at all. He doesn't like his control being taken away, but he does like taking away your control and having you tied to his bed spread eagle is the best way to do that.
No mask kink here. He spends too much time in his helmet and around troopers to think it's exciting.
Captain Dameron has a knife kink. Just....make of that what you will....
He also throughly enjoys choking. Being choked and doing the choking. Once he finds out you are okay with it, he will wrap his large hands around your throat as often as possible. Even in spaces where it's not appropriate.
He is also shameless. Being fucked where you shouldn't be when you shouldn't be is the norm for him. He likes to fuck you whenever the mood strikes and those nearby know to make tracks because his temper is legendary. Not as great as Kylo Ren's, but nobody wants to risk it.
Finally, Captain Dameron has an oral fixation. He likes to play with his lips, dragging his fingers across in a slow movement. Not meant to be seductive, but it is, anyway. He also likes to have his fingers in your mouth being sucked on.
Whelp that's not even the half of the thots I have but...it's a start.
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3/? | 2/? | 1/?
They were on the way to the balcony where Hux would give his speech. Suddenly Hux froze.
"Everything alright?" Ren looked around. Hux glanced at him.
"Was that... Dameron?"Kylo frowned. And smiled noticing Resistance pilot in a hood with some screaming kid next to him.
"It's him." Hux snorted amused.
"Maybe we should give him a VIP lounge." He grabbed Kylo's hand. Knight smiled.
"Possessive are we?"
"Me? No. I promised holding your hand didn't i?"
"And you just remembered that looking at Dameron?"
"Yes. But it has no connection."
"Not at all."
"Should i offer him an autograph?"
"Don't be cruel." Hux rolled his eyes. "that's his son."
"Why would i care?"
"He wants to go to First Order academy." Hux glanced at Kylo and grinned.
"Well i do care now. Can i be cruel just a little?"
"You are not to come closer to the crowd Hux. It's a safety hazard. Especially with Dameron there." Kylo grabbed his hand stronger.
" It will do good for our image. Come on Ren i have you behind. and i am armed. Let's have some fun." Hux came closer to the railings. They did that before. Ren stayed close hovering over the minds of people. Checking their intentions. Hux rarely talked to people. But he knew locking himself in a palace wouldn't do him good.
"How's Dameron's mind.?"
"Closed."
"Is he armed?"
"I don't think so. He has orange papers. They should search him properly. "Hux nodded standing next to the Dameron's kid. Talking to some enthusiast next to him. He lean on the railings.
" And what's your name..?" he glanced down.
Dameron shoot him a look that could count as assassination attempt. But kid was in awe.
" Seji sir! Can you sign my badge?" Hux smiled amused.
" I can sign your flag. Keep the badge clean for the academy. " He smirked glancing at Dameron.
"Hux he has a knife!" Hux reacted immediately paring the blade with his arm. He used to wear light armour to any public event so blade just slide down. But he winced feeling the impact of the hit in his spine. Kylo held Dameron with Force and Hux took a step back leaning on the railings. Trying to look unbothered. His health was not public concern, and he intent to keep it that way. Security appeared behind Dameron in a few seconds.
"Leave him." Hux said. Kylo glanced at him, took Dameron's knife and offered Hux his hand. He accepted it.
"That was petty, Darling." He murmured and Hux just smiled.
"Worth it. Investigate people that should search him, though. It's unacceptable."
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spider-starry · 2 years
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First order Poe 😤🥵💦
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flyboypoedameron · 5 months
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FO Poe/Torture AU @caelumangeli
(since we're transitioning){x]
Listening to the rumbling of the others voice through his chest, he was filled with comfort. Despite the fact that Kylo was speaking of leaving him again. He listened patiently, though he knew what it meant.
Recovery, alone in his room. Well, alone in Kylo's room...until the mattress was replaced. Raising his head with a groan, he studied his face for a moment, " Do you --would you---" he stopped and sighed briefly, " when I'm feeling ---when I've had more time to recover, do you think---would I be allowed to---have something to occupy my day?"
He immediately hated that he sounded like a child asking permission to read a book or something as menial. "it's ---it's just that it would ---likely help me maintain---uh--mental clarify and --help with my --overall transition into the Order..."
Stumbling over his explanation, he continued, " I know you're very busy---and rightly so--" pausing he bit his lower lip, wincing in pain, he had forgotten the cut already, " it would be unfair to assume that you can be with me at all times, and you don't trust anyone else with me......Im-- just -- just trying to help...trying to be useful."
He let his head fall back down to the others chest, he didn't want to see any look of disappointment in his eyes.
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risingsh0t · 2 years
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MELINA (re) / NICOLE (st)
MARIS (fo3) / BEATRICE (fnv)
DECKARD (fo4) / POE (infamous)
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supernovafeather · 6 months
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Our Ghosts From the Past
FO!General!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader
Content : hurt/comfort, mention of war, death, pregnancy, PTSD.
Synopsis : Several years after the war, Reader tries to comfort her husband.
Please comment and reblog if you like it ! ☺️
   The First Order wasn't what it used to be. Despite owning an unprecedented power you could feel its core rotting day after day, decaying like any other empire did before it. It became the stable and safe organization you dreamed of before turning into what you wanted to fight. When the Resistance was still around those fighters brought some challenged on some battlefields, it fueled your patriotism to the point where you felt ready to sacrifice some aspects of your life.    Poe did sacrifice a lot to this cause. After leaving the failing Resistance after months of horrors and loss, he accepted the sudden promotion that got offered to him. You knew what it meant : he would certainly never fly as much as in the past. At first this sounded like the best option on the table. He would wake up in the middle of the night crying and sweating, nightmares plaguing his mind as he remembered everything he had went through. But at the end, you had felt him too, rotting to his core.
   The most talented General followed blindly by dozens of thousands of soldiers now felt anxiety whenever he came close to warships. This remained a secret - more an absurd rumor for most - but as his wife you knew how shaken he felt after any ceremony involving them. The worst happened the day celebrating the end of the war, where they used droids to pilot modified X-Wings to show the audience how heroic the First Order soldiers were on the battlefield. The familiar noises of engines and explosions tensed him up instantly, his gloved hands tightening their grip suddenly around your wrist. Fortunately he learned how to master his facial expressions, which led the very few witnesses to think this moment as endearing.    However, you knew better.
   Once again, you stood behind one of your quarters doors, your arms crossed.
   "I have some fresh water for you," you explained calmly.
   Poe emptied his stomach once more in the bathroom and you lowered your gaze before sighing. An X-Wing exploded a little closer than anticipated this time.    Instead of harassing him you decided to pick up the few clothes he tossed away to get some freedom from his uniform, and you sat on the living room chair, waiting for Poe to come back. He hated it when you insisted to talk in those moments. Even from there you could hear his heavy breathing.    Once you heard a few footsteps you joined him back, carrying a bottle. The door opened just in time and you handed it to him.
   "Is it worse than before," you whispered ?
   The answer was yes and no word was needed to understand it. His face paler than ever, the dark bags, the thick layer of sweat covering his face, his hairline, his neck, his chest showing some of his ribs. You could barely recognize the man you married.
   "Yeah. Yeah it's... worse," he croaked.    "Wait a second. Sit there."
   Poe's heavy black boots led him to the chair you pointed at, and the pan sat down with a defeated expression. The goosebumps running down his body were visible just as much as the tiny tear that blended with his sweat.
   "I'm going to wipe some of that off your face, is that alright sweetheart ?"    "Ok."
   That was a new ritual between you. A little help to soothe him. So you did your best, pressing the tissue here and there to absorb as much sweat as you could as you adopted a very soft voice.
   "Here. It's ok. Do you want me to talk to the doctor about it?"
   For once, he gave you a positive answer with a simple nod and empty eyes.
   "Oh," you sighed, "it was... that bad ?"    "That bad."    "Then we're going to talk about it and you'll receive some help. I can go to the next ceremony if you want. To replace you or to assist the person you want."    "Maybe you were right and I should stop getting to so many military events," he mumbled, "but I don't think that spending the rest of my life locked in offices would be good neither."    "Well you can still go outside. You told me that X-Wings and TIEs are what triggers you the most. And hasn't Ren told you he wanted a new generation of warships? Something with its own identity to give some fresh air to the Order ?"
   Poe hummed, some color back on his face as he rested his temple lazily on your hand soaked in his sweat.
   "Yeah. But it's not realistic to hope they're gonna replace TIEs so easily. Expensive, and in a whole galaxy. And knowing Ren he won't be happy once he sees the blueprints. Because you know, yes he did order new series but actually something to remind people of their past and History blah blah blah."    "I guess it's up to you and other officials to find the word with him," you said with a concerned frown, "after all you've always found what to say."
   Even after a year of relationship you remained confused about how easy it had been for him, a former Resistance pilot, to make you fall for him. Throughout that stupid war you had fought for the First Order and were considered as one of the most radical elements amongst its ranks, one that would slaughter any rebel of given the opportunity to. The day your squadron managed to isolate his X-Wing about to burst into flames you felt some unusual pity for that nameless pilot. The coms were hardly understandable, his voice sounded as if he gave up on everything. He surrendered on his own, landing roughly and without even an attempt to escape.    That day, his nature made you doubt about everything. He lost half of his famous Black Squadron that day and instead of turning against the First Order even more acting tougher than he was he bursted into tears blaming himself. He fell onto his knees begging for you to end it all. The infamous Poe Dameron, the only Resistance legend you respected, broke down before you because of that war. A few weeks of captivity were enough for him to join your side. Not because of his love and respect for the Order, but because his hatred for everything linked to what he used to be.    For months you had kept a cautious eye on him in case he decided to turn against you all. But instead you ended up together all of a sudden after a heated argument in your quarters after he got that promotion out of nowhere. Your wedding wasn't long to come afterwards. There was something about that man.
   "I don't know if I always find what to say," he mumbled, "after all I wouldn't be there asking for your advice everyday. What am I even doing there. You should be General. Not me. I should just be a farmer lost on some remote planet at this point."    "You wouldn't miss all those bubbly hot baths in luxurious hotels together?"    "Oh. Well I would. You got me there. I definitely need to go that doctor then."
   You grinned before kissing his forehead. If he felt able to joke again then it was a positive sign.
   "I wish I was General," you started while rubbing his temples with your thumbs, "so that I would be the one paying for everything for my husband. I would pay you massages, hot baths, long holidays and all the therapy you need. And maybe a lothcat but that one would be for me as well I admit it."    "Oh, to be treated like a little fragile princess by a ruthless General," he said sarcastically.    "Free therapy and hot baths do sound like heaven."    "Pay for me to get both at the same time."    "Ok."
   This time he smiled. A tired smile, but still one. Then it vanished once again as he hold your wrists in his hands.
   "Sweetheart... I don't really know how to say this. But... I really think I'm not the only one that got traumatized - let's say it the way it is - by that war. Maybe it's because of me but lately... well I've heard you talking in your sleep. Like... a lot. And it's never good things."    "Really ?"
   Your husband's face tried to get a sign of lie, you could tell. But his words genuinely confused you.
   "Yeah. Always about ships. Explosions. Death. You don't scream like I do, sometimes it lasts just a few seconds and then it stops. But I don't want to bring you down the same path as I do. We're married. I love you. And we agreed on trying to have kids one day. And, Maker... it would hurt so much to see the woman I love getting as affected as I am. And raising children in that kind of environment? I don't know. I wouldn't be able to play with them. They would ask me to tell stories about my fights. The ones I won, the ones I lost. The people I lost. Then how I asked you to kill me off. Kids love explosions right? And wars. I don't. And those old laser sabers and Jedis. I don't want to remember that. And to tell them I'm afraid of what I used to love and still telling them they can follow their dreams because by doing so everything is going to be fine and the world will be a better place ? Nah."
   The tight embrace surrounding him brought him some comfort, you could tell. You wished you had the words but for now you decided to keep them for yourself because they wouldn't help him out the slightest. For now you decided to keep that little secret, after all you had a few weeks before it would grow too visible. He didn't need to know now. Maybe later that day once he feels better, or later after his first therapy days.
   "I certainly have... a few problems," you admitted, "and... well, let's go together, as soon as possible. So that we can encourage each other and criticize the doctor because of some weird stuff he said before realizing to our horror that we are actually in a worst place than what we thought."    "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"
   Whenever your jokes failed, you felt terrible. Especially in those moments.
   "I love you Poe I'm so sorry. Let's go together, then individually, and... well. Let's see what is said."    "Yeah. You're right. I'll see if I can get an appointment for tonight."    "Already eager to spend more time with your therapist than with me?"
   He snorted. That was something.
   "Well... I need to feel more stable in my head. I have to take my responsibilities seriously. Not only for my job. After all... maybe it's sudden but I don't want to be General."
   Poe's apprehensive gaze met your unbothered eyes and he relaxed immediately.
   "Well... I can only encourage you. Maybe take all the benefits you can. Money isn't a problem."    "Time is more of a problem."    "That's why I said you should send somebody. Just say you don't feel well - which isn't a lie - and it's going to go smoothly. We're not at war anymore. It's peace. You're not required everywhere like before for propaganda purposes."    "Ok."
   He stood up and you watched him with a frown as he picked up every clothes scattered across the room. A few minutes later you let him push you towards the bathroom he cleaned right before, and you joined him in the fresher as you agreed to ask for a doctor appointment right after that.
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melodygatesauthor · 9 months
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Last Chance
First Order Poe Dameron X f!Reader
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Not Beta Read - Requested by @steven-grants-world
Kinks - First Time + Enemies to Lovers (that's not really what happens I tried lol)
Summary
You are a member of the Resistance who has been interrogated by Commander Dameron of the First Order. He remembers you from his time in the Resistance and he still harbors some hatred for you. He's ready to show you just how eager he is to put you in your place.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, RAPE/NON-CON, forced sex, loss of virginity, minor mentions of blood, creampie, breeding kink, smut, sex, Poe is really mean, unprotected sex. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (this means that you should take the tags seriously! DO NOT READ if you're sensitive to some of these topics).
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“Anything else you wanna say that might make me change my mind? Heard you were a damn good pilot, maybe I can convince you to serve me instead of the Resistance,” Poe brushed the back of his gloved index finger over your cheek.
Commander Poe Dameron of the First Order fleet had a dangerous glint in his eye accompanied by a malicious smirk. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was terrifying to you. You knew exactly what he was capable of, and when he made a threat…he always followed through. If he meant to kill you, then you’d be dead before the night was over.
“Out!” He shouted, forcing you to jump.
He shooed the storm troopers out of the interrogation room. They clicked away on the durasteel floor. He tutted at you and shook his head slowly before he undid your restraints. You fell to the ground on your knees and groaned. He grabbed you by the sleeve of your coat and pulled you up. His face was so close to yours.
“What’s it gonna be gorgeous?” His eyes were darting between yours rapidly. “Last chance.”
“You’re a traitor.” You spat, trying to pull free, but you weren’t strong enough. 
“Am I?” He turned you around and slammed you against the wall, pressing himself against you, “I’m not the one who nearly got the entire Resistance killed and then blamed someone who was supposed to be their friend, am I?” He said in a low growl, bringing his lips to your ear, “am I?”
You grunt, trying to get him off of you but he’s pushing too hard, and he’s far stronger than you are.
“Fuck you.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“No wait–!”
Poe’s gloved hand covered your mouth quickly, silencing your protests while he pulled your pants down as far as he could and then started working on his own. He was moving fast, trying to fight against you and pull himself out at the same time was proving to be difficult, but he managed.
“Stop fighting me, you were always fighting me. That’s why you ended up being Leia’s favorite isn’t it? Hm? She liked it when you would try to put me in my place.” You felt his cock prodding at your tightly pressed thighs. “Better open your legs baby or I’m gonna have to do it for you, and I won’t be nice.”
You parted your thighs ever so slightly, and squealed the moment his cock touched your entrance. He oohed and let out a dark chuckle against your cheek.
“Never been fucked before have you? No one back home broke you in huh? Guess I’ll always be doing the Resistance’s dirty work.”
There was no prep, no kind words, not even the mercy of taking it slow when Poe thrust his fat cock into your untouched hole. You felt it rip, and then you felt the warmth of blood that coated his length while he continued his assault on your tight pussy. You were crying, sobbing, and internally begging; but he didn’t care, and he wasn’t slowing down.
“Like the way your cunt feels baby, kinda wish I’d fucked you back in the day, oh you’re so warm. So damn soft.”
He was huffing into your ear, and you were crying, heavy tears streaming down your cheeks over his gloves. None of that mattered to him, he kept going; he kept rutting his fat dick into your tight and aching hole while he moaned as if he’d never felt anything better.
“You know what–oh fuck–what I’m gonna do now sweetheart? Hm?” He was breathless while he spoke, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like giving birth to the next great First Order pilot?”
Your sobs continued, as did his incessant grinding into your ruined cunt. He was so big, splitting you wider and wider the more he fucked into you. It hurt so much you could hardly stand it, the burn of your torn skin, and it only felt like it was getting worse the longer it went on. You felt his lips on your neck, sucking there gently, now that did feel good. You didn’t want it to though. The last thing you wanted to do was make him think that you were enjoying any part of this, even for a second.
“Mm, you liked that didn’t you? Felt your pussy squeeze over me when I did that.” He kissed just below your earlobe, and your body reacted again. He huffed out a laugh, “I’m close, and I’m gonna do it. I’m going to give you a baby, make you big and round, fill you up with my cum. You ready for me sweetheart? Hm?” His voice was rough and wrecked as he sped up his pace.
You tried to shake your head; you tried to tell him no, but he didn’t care. He did it, he filled you so full of his cum it was spilling out around the sides and dripping onto the durasteel floor at his feet. He stayed in there too, pushing his spend back into you so he could make good on his promise to make you bear his child. He stayed inside of you until he was soft, and his breathing returned to normal.
You were still crying as he let go of you and stepped back, pulling his pants up and looping his belt closed. “I’ll send the troopers back in to get you. You’ll be staying in the med bay under twenty-four hour supervision until my child is born, and then after that…you’ll be staying with me.”
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millllenniawrites · 2 years
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do y'all want the next part of dear love of mine next or a dark!fo!poe dameron fic?
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Resistance is futile
(dark)FirstOrderGeneral!Poe Dameron x f!reader
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: Possessive Poe, failed escape attempt, mention of manipulation, mature themes, slight NSFW towards the end.
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Your feet were beginning to hurt, your lungs burning from running from the crashed shuttle you used to get out of Poe's Star Destroyer.
Everything was going as planned, the stealthy way to the hangar, the unnoticed entering of the shuttle, the take off...
But just after leaving the hangar, a voice ordered the return, but you kept going, determined to finally leave Poe.
Well, then it happened, TIE-Fighters were chasing after you, eventually hitting the engines and sending the shuttle crash landing onto the planet below.
And now you're on the desperate run from the Stormtroopers. The planet you crashed on had a dense forest and thick moss covering the ground.
Although you managed to run for a few minutes, the sudden hit of the stun charge on your back coming from a blaster made you trip and fall on the thick moss. You were unconcious for several seconds and when you got back to your senses, Stormtroopers were surrounding you, your wrists were cuffed behind your back.
You heard something approach as you were roughly pulled onto your knees. Looking up, you saw the familiar black command shuttle of the First Order land several meters away from you.
Swallowing hard, you knew who was in there and when the ramp drove down and you saw him walk out and towards you, you started to regret ever trying to escape from Poe.
"What the hell were you thinking, huh?" Poe spoke up calmly with a hint of annoyance as he stood before you and looking down.
You didn't say anything in response, just looking on the ground beneath as you accepted your fate.
Poe motioned for the Stormtrooper behind you to pull you up on your feet, making you stand up. He clasped his hands behind his back "You know, I thought you were smarter than that. Especially asking for permission to take off while I was at the bridge and that I would recognize your voice." he sighed.
You knew his gentle and calm behavior was just a facade, Poe was playing with you, getting sick pleasure from your miserable and failed attempt at escaping his clutches. He was reminding you that no matter how you would try to escape, it would always lead a trace back to you. He manipulated you into thinking you had a chance.
Poe reached out with a gloved hand and gripped your chin possessively, making you look up at him as his deep brown eyes burned into yours, making you feel uncomfortable.
"Now tell me why you tried to leave me." Poe ordered calmly but coldly.
"I wanted to go back to the Resistance." was the only response you gave him, but you quickly wished you never said that as you saw Poe's expression harden and his gaze getting dark.
"Back to the Resistance?" he trailed off and his grip on your chin tightened. His eyes narrow and he leaned in slightly, "Why would you want to go back to them, hm?"
You felt a surge of determination coursing through you, "You were their best pilot, Dameron! You know exactly why I prefer the Resistance over the First Order!" you tried to sound tough but the trembling in your voice did the opposite.
Poe's expression darkened once more "You would rather go back to them, risking your life to fight against those who could bring peace and security to the Galaxy, the First Order?" he asked, his eyes challenging you.
"You mean planet destroying maniacs?" you snapped but you were terrified internally. Poe slightly leaned in again, "It depends on the leaders, sweetheart. Did the Resistance manipulate you that much? Was I really the only one who could see through their lies?" Poe's other hand came up and lightly tapping your forehead with his index finger "And now let's go back to my ship. Where you belong."
Poe released you and turned around, walking back to the shuttle and expecting you to follow him.
"Fuck you, Dameron."
Poe stopped in his tracks and turned around, "What?" he raised an eyebrow, slowly walking towards you.
You took steps back but a Stormtrooper grabbed and held you in place. Poe stopped infront of you again and looked down at you, "Does my little toy need a reminder of her place, hm?"
"No, I-I'm sorry." you pleaded but he smirked and leaned in close to your ear, his hot breath made your blood run cold
"If you ever try to run again, I promise I won't be gentle with you. You can beg all you want, and when I'm done with you your little cunt will be so oversensitive that even the thought of something pleasurable will hurt."
his tone was laced with sadistic pleasure and you could practically hear the grin.
Poe pulled back and nodded towards the Stormtroopers to get back to his Destroyer, he turned his attention back to you "I hope you don't plan on walking around tomorrow because once we are back I will make sure you won't be able to."
With that, Poe turned around and walked back to the command shuttle as you were shoved forward to follow him back to his Star Destroyer for the punishment waiting for you.
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caracello · 2 years
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bbvoid. void. sorry. void a.c. void i like him. um i like him CAN we kiss each other with tongue
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queen-of-elves · 1 year
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The adoration I have for you
FO!Poe Dameron x fem!FO!reader
Summary:Poe’s pov for the fanfic The adoration in your eyes
A/N: This is short and not corrected etc. I was in class and couldn’t stop thinking about FO!Poe in his recruit era, this is a sort of followup or prequel to The adoration in your eyes
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He was always a good pilot
Like a REALLY good and everyone told him so even in the Academy
But lets be honest that silly lil man didn’t know what to do w himself after finishing the Academy course
And then he saw her on a poster in cafeteria 
Beautifully cold and also very young Captain of the Black squadron of the First Order
Oh, pretty captain lady
For the rest of the day he kept thinking about the poster
He kept thinking about it ALL the time
So one day he just ripped it off the wall when no one was watching and took it to his room lol
Nothing naughty, i think…?
And then he started to train for recruit programs, determined to get into the one leading to her
He trained everyday almost 24/7 and wished day had more than 24h so he could train some more
Until the day of the exams at the Academy he only trained, ate and slept and on repeat
He already had one of the best times on the course but Poe wanted to be the first and if not the first, just be chosen for the Finalizer pilot recruits program 
It wasn’t only the poster where she was standing tall and proud of her position, he has seen her fly
Thats what got him to train so hard, if she was excellent, he was mediocre 
And mediocre wasn’t enough to get into her squad
The day of the exam he was ready to piss his pants and puke all over himself
Oh god he was so nervous and then it got worse
The instructor told them she would be the judge of their abilities
And that was it
He HAD to prove himself to her
And he did
Poe broke the record for the flying circle and except for one target, he hit all of them
So There was no way he wouldn’t be chosen for the program now
And we all know how it ended, with lil silly Poe in the squadron annoying the shit out of her in his loving way
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