#fo poe dameron fanfiction

[melodygatesauthor]

Last Chance

First Order Poe Dameron X f!Reader

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).

Word Count: 940

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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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[queen-of-elves]

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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[minigirl87]

Masterlist

Welcome to my master list. It will almost be a year since I started writing fanfiction with help and encouragement from @melodygatesauthor, Mel's stories, and art are amazing.

I'm a bit of a quirky bohemian, witchy 30s something female.

I am currently only writing for the Oscar Isaac fandom, but I am hoping to venture further by the end of this year, so I will keep this updated.

The first movie I saw starring Oscar was Inside Llewyn Davis because I loved the ginger cat (I'm a crazy cat lady, and I sometimes include my furball in my works). Then the short movies Lighting face and Ticky tacky on Venmo. And then I was really hooked when he played Poe Dameron (I love Star Wars. My first crush was Luke Skywalker).

I hope you enjoy reading my stories as I had writing them.

P.s. Please feel free to message me, I'm a bit forgetful, so nothing personal if I don't respond right away.

⚠️🔞 I can not state this enough. Most of my work is NSFW and is 18+. 🔞⚠️

Marc Spector

Peaches and Cream

My Favourite Study Buddy

Happy Anniversary Marc

Steven Grant

I see you, I’ve always seen you with Steven Grant

Lavender & Mint

Ice is the only hard thing (MK bingo)

Jake Lockley

ROSEMARY & TIME

Third times, the charm

Layla el Faouly

Sugar & Spice

Marc, Steven & Jake

It's ok, love, we're here

We love you, and as such, we take care of you

Richard Muñoz

The push broom (Halloween)

I'm always here for you

Llewyn Davis

MoonRiver and Me

Soon

Steven Grant

MINE prt 1

Mine prt 2

Damaged goods & no returns Chp.1

Laird Leto

The Laird & The Lassie Prt 1 Au

FO Poe Dameron

New Toy part one

New Toy part two

FO Poe Dameron

New Toy part three (Coming soon)

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[americancowgirl19]

All the Stars

Summary: He's apart of the resistance and you're a First Order officer but you're both soulmates. Neither of you thought it would work but you wouldn't be soulmates if it wouldn't.

Warnings: angst, torture, fluff, soulmate

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Female Reader

Word Count: 2820

A/n: 'Wording like this means telepathic conversations'... Also it's been a long day and I'm tired so sorry if there's mistakes or if this is shit. Hope you enjoy! Lol

Masterlist

You first heard the voice when you turned 18. It startled you. You thought you were going crazy, especially when the voice started to talk to you.

Then you realized what was happening. Your mother had told you stories about the voice before she had died with your father. You were hearing the voice of your soulmate and he called himself Poe Dameron.

At first it fascinated you but then it annoyed you. Poe Dameron was as entertaining as he is annoying. He's a few years older than you and had conveyed immense relief when he heard your voice. He had thought that you didn't exist.

You haven't met Poe yet but since you started hearing his thoughts you felt a little less alone in the world. Your parents had died a few years prior to 'meeting' Poe and you were given to people you didn't know. People who hardly cared about you. For the first time in years you had someone to actually listen to you.

Despite the fact that the both of you knew you were each other's soulmates you both agreed to put off meeting each other. The two of you were just too different to meet each other right away.

Poe had never outright thought it during your conversations but it was impossible to keep it from you. He could hear all of your thoughts just like you could hear his. You knew he was mixed with some dangerous people doing less than legal things.

You, on the other hand, were an upstanding citizen. Only your parents and the people who had taken you in when they died despised the Republic. Your parents had fought for the Empire and continued to remain loyal even when it fell. They raised you with their beliefs and when the chance arose you were put into training for the First Order.

Because of your upbringing and his chaotic life you both agreed to put off the meeting. AS stated before the two of you were just too different. His loyalties, despite being an illegal spice runner, were closely tied to the Republic.

You were on opposite sides. You were both convinced it would never work.

If it would never work then why did talking to him always bring a smile to his face? Or the presence of his thoughts in the back of your mind constantly remind you that you'd never be alone? Why did you cling to the little pieces you had of him?

For years everything continued as normal. You kept his every thought pushed to the back of your mind. You continued on with life and when the two of you talked you avoided discussing the tensions going on between the Republic and the First Order.

There was one time you were going about to throw everything away and fly across the galaxy to Poe. A spice run had gone back and Poe was hurt badly. You couldn't physically feel his pain but your head pounded as his thoughts forced themself to the front of your mind.

The only thing stopping you was Poe. He remained calm the entire time but you were a mess. You were used to Poe getting hurt but this was different, this was on a much grander scale.

You were also afraid. What if Poe didn't like you when he met you? What if you disappointed him? What if you were just too different that he wouldn't even want to try?

Of course, Poe had heard every questions and tried to comfort you but you avoided having that conversation with him. You told him to focus on himself and to not worry about you.

It was a rough few weeks before things calmed down. Poe got better and everything went back to normal. There were times you wished you ignored Poe and flew out to find him.

If you went with him then you could leave the First Order. You didn't like what you did. There was a part of you that agreed with what the First Order was trying to do but a larger part that disagreed with the way they were going about things. Plus, with Poe's constant voice in your mind you were beginning to think that maybe the Empire and maybe the First Order weren't the way to go.

Poe picked up on your uncertainty. He didn't jump at the chance like you thought he would. Instead he comforted you because he knew how frustrated and scared you were. He tried to be subtle as he tries to convince you to join the Republic but you didn't have the strength to do it.

You didn't have the strength to renounce everything that you were raised to believe. You didn't have the strength to disappoint your dead parents memory. So, you stuck with the First Order and you raised ranks quick.

It wouldn't be until towards the end of the Cold War that you finally meet Poe Dameron.

Over the last few years you and Poe were contacting each other less and less. The both of you had gotten good at pushing the other to the deepest part of the mind. He was with the Resistance and you were a highly ranking officer of the First Order. The both of you knew things that you just couldn't risk the other knowing.

Of course the both of you were just fooling each other. It didn't matter how deep you pushed the other you could still hear the thoughts. Neither of you addressed the flaw in your plan.

You felt silly that you didn't realize that he was on your ship. You had gotten used to ignoring him that you didn't notice he had been captured and taken prisoner.

You were walking and looking at your holopad when you felt his presence. Your head snapped up and your eyes locked with his.

"Poe," You whisper so softly that you don't even hear it. The stormtroopers force Poe to keep walking but neither of you look away from the other until he's too far gone.

When they turn the corner you almost run to follow them but you compose yourself. You follow normally as if that was the direction you were already headed in.

'What are you doing here?' You ask him through your connection.

'Sight seeing. Heard the galaxy looks better from this ship,' Poe jokes but you can tell he's nervous.

'Poe,' You snip.

'I can't tell you,' Poe sighs desperately trying not to think about his mission. 'I was sent to find information and I was picked up,'

'And you just let them take you? The great Poe Dameron gets picked up by a couple of stormies?' You ask him and he scoffs. Flash backs of his capture rush through his mind and through yours. 'Oh,' You think as you realized Kylo Ren had been there. 'Just tell them what they want to know and they won't hurt you,' You desperately plead.

'Can't do that, sweetheart,' He says, gently. 'It's too important,'

A flash of anger hits you but you push it down. You should have known that he wouldn't have given up his mission. He was too honorable and loyal to the resistance.

'Please,' You say quietly. 'I don't want them to hurt you,'

'These boys? Hurt me?' Poe asks. 'Please, this is a vacation for me. Especially since I know you're here,' He flirts.

'Poe, please be serious,' You tell him.

'Don't worry about me, sweet thing, I'll be alright,' He promises as he's taken out of your view again. The stormtroopers put Poe into a room and closed the door.

'I'll get you out of this,' You vow, turning from the room and storming off. Poe had meant to respond but the questioning was already starting. You couldn't help but to wince as his mind leaked some of the pain onto you. 'Just hold on,' You say softly.

Different plans were soaring through your mind but then your head quietened upon seeing a storm trooper. It was FN-2187. One of the troopers you knew on a personal level. A trooper that had doubts on the First Order just like you did.

You couldn't see his eyes but you knew he was looking at you. A clear plan crosses your mind and you take action. You march towards the trooper and pull him away from everyone.

"I know how you can get out of here," You tell him. He looks taken back and you don't wait for his response. "The man they just brought in. He's one of the best pilots in the galaxy. Help me break him out and he'll fly you away,"

"Ok," FN-2187 nods in agreement. He didn't ask why you were doing this or how you were going to pull this off. He was desperate to get away and you were giving him an out.

Suddenly you let out a gasp and your hand presses against the wall. You could feel Kylo Ren forcing his way into Poe's mind. It was the most painful experience you had gone through.

When it was over you didn't bother explaining to FN-2187 what was going on. You just grabbed his elbow and lead him to Poe. You got him into the room where you run in front of Poe.

"Poe? Poe, look at me," You gently grab his face. Your thumbs gently caress his warm skin. "Baby, look at me, please," You whisper as the trooper begins to untether him.

"Y/n?" Poe asks, coming out of his funk. You smile at him. On impulse you pull his head down and kiss his forehead. "What're you doing?" He asks.

"I'm getting you out of here, remember?" You ask, smiling at him. The instant FN-2187 has him released Poe is pulling you into his arms. You hug him back just as fiercely. For the first time in your life you feel complete.

"Uh, we don't have a lot of time," The trooper says awkwardly. Neither of you wanted to pull away but forced yourselves too.

"Come on, he's right," You take the lead while Poe and the trooper walk behind you feigning a prisoner transport. You help them get into the hanger before splitting from them.

"Y/n," Poe whisper shouts. 'Where are you going?' He asks.

'Follow FN-2187, he knows where to go. I'm going to make sure you two can get out of here,' You say, not looking back at him as you head towards the control area.

'I'm not leaving without you,' Poe snaps.

'You have too,' You tell him. 'You have to find the droid, get it back to the resistance and complete your mission,'

'My droid will find it's own way back. I'm not leaving you!... I just found you,' Poe says gently.

'And I'm sure we'll find each other again,' You whisper back to him. 'But you can't stay here and if you have a chance at escaping you need me to stay behind. Now stop struggling and just trust me,'

'If you don't come back to me I'll take down the entire First Order to get to you,' Poe vows bringing a smile and a blush to your lips.

'I'm counting on it,'

Poe's escape was dramatic to say the least. You tried to keep you involvement subtle but you miscalculated one thing.

When Kylo Ren entered Poe's mind he instantly became aware of the connection between the two of you. He instantly knew you were mated with a resistance pilot. When Poe escaped he wasted no time listing you as a traitor to the First Order and you were taken into custody.

While Kylo Ren hunted down the droid and the resistance the First order interrogated you. They knew you had access to Poe's mind thus having access to resistance plans. They knew that you knew where the base was, their plans and what their strategies are.

You never gave them anything. No matter what painful drug they injected you with or what physical torment they forced you to endure. You wouldn't give up the resistance not because of your loyalty to them but because of your unyielding loyalty to Poe.

You would do a lot of things. Some of them are good and some are straight up evil but you would never betray Poe. You'd never do anything to hurt him. You gladly took all the punishment because you knew Poe was safe.

The drugs they had given you didn't cut off the connection between you and Poe but it made your brain so fuzzy that you either didn't talk to him or you couldn't remember any conversations you might have had. You had no way of knowing how much time has passed, all you knew was pain.

During the times they weren't questioning you, you tried to focus on memories you had of Poe. You recalled past conversations. He was the biggest flirt you'd ever met and no matter how long he was in your head he never stopped. You loved the flirting but always pretended to be annoyed when you weren't giving it right back.

Then you would remember your short meeting. You would remember his musky scent and his soft skin. He was so warm to the touch. You remembered his muscular arms and how the galaxy just ceased to exist when you were in them.

Your time with him wasn't enough. You cursed your younger self for ever agreeing to stay away. You should have left home and searched for him the instant his voice entered your mind. You should have soaked up every minute with him but now all you were left were a few short moments without the promise of a future. It's your biggest regret.

You were so focused on the pain and on the certainty that it would never end that you didn't even realize that Poe was concocting a plan to rescue you. He had told Leia what had happened. She couldn't spare many people but allowed him and Finn to attempt a rescue.

The two man team ended up being four with Chewie and Rey helping. It was supposed to be a stealth mission but everything went to hell quickly. In the end, Poe found your room.

"Y/n... Hey, sweetheart, look at me," Poe slides on his knees to kneel beside you. You're laying on a cot. You're pale, sweating and mumbling. "Baby, look at me... Can you hear me?" No matter what Poe said you couldn't give an answer. "It's alright, I've got you now. You're safe," He whispers gathering you into his arms.

"Poe! Come on! We're running out of time!" Finn shouts.

"I've got her," Poe says, quickly leaving the room.

"She alive?" Finn asks.

"She's alive," Poe confirms taking long strides towards the Falcon. "She needs help,"

When you wake up you don't recognize your surroundings. You're in a hospital you quickly gather. Before you could panic someone's grabbing your hand.

"Poe," You whisper. He smiles at you.

"Hey, Trouble," He mutters causing you to grin even wider. "I hope you don't mind me kidnapping you from the First Order. You were taking too long to come to me. I got impatient," He teases.

"Perfect timing," You tell him. "I was just about to defect," Poe looks immensely relieved. He lifts your hand and tenderly kisses your palm. "I didn't tell them anything," You assure him.

"I know you didn't," He whispers, moving from his chair to sit on the bed. You claw at him until he moves again but to lay down beside you.

"I never told them anything," You whisper. He kisses the top of your head. "Even when I first joined and you went into the resistance,"

"I know, I know," He comforts, rubbing your back gently. "I never said anything either... I couldn't betray you like that," He mutters. You lift your head to look into those deep brown eyes.

"Exactly," You say, softly. "But now we're on the same side," You tell him.

"How convenient," He smirks.

"Thank you," You say, lifting your hand to caress his cheek. "For coming to get me,"

"Of course," He mutters, kissing your palm again. "I'll always come for you. I'm never letting you go. I should have found you a long time ago. To hell with the First Order and the Resistance... I should have had you in my arms years ago,"

"Funny," You grin. "I was thinking the same thing," Poe kisses your forehead again but it isn't enough for you. You scoot up a bit and kiss his lips. His hand instant clutches your hip and he pulls you as close to him as he can.

"You're perfect," Poe whispers against your lips.

"You talk too much," You whisper back. He chuckles and reconnects your lips.

'You love me though,' Poe thinks.

'More than all the stars in the galaxy,'

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Poe Dameron / Punishment

Prompts: “Is that my shirt?” + “Of course I care.”

Summary: After returning from his mission, First Order General Poe Dameron is not pleased when he sees you wearing his shirt (FO! Poe x Reader (no Y/N)). 

Word Count: 2,301

Warnings: NSFW, Exhibitionism, smut essentially, dirty talk, some blood, probably other warnings but i don’t remember lmao, 

"Is that my shirt?"  General Dameron's silky voice sends a shiver rolling down your spine — a statement phrased as a question. It's whispered in your ear, arm winding its way around your body as he discreetly leads you out of the cantina. His chest presses against your back, you wonder if he can feel your heart pound against his back. 

His thick fingers dig into your wrist, as you find your way through the double doors, and he leads you around the corner. Eyes avoid your figures, glued to the tables or walls, not daring to incite the General's anger at questioning his actions. Instead, you feel waves of pity wash over you because they knew — they knew you were going to be punished. 

With a flick of his wrist he has you pressed against the wall, his knee pressed against the gap between your thighs, "you didn't answer my question, soldier." He growls, the words vibrating against your chest. 

"It is, General," you say, barely above a whisper, all too aware of the dozen or so officers only around a few feet away. His features are sharper in the dim lighting of the halls this late at night - eyes seemingly dancing with amusement at your admission, theory only proven when you feel the ghost of a chuckle rumble against you. 

You had been hoping he would be here -- it had been far too long since you had seen him last. An operation kept him away far too long, his usually clean shaven face now littered with salt and pepper curls. Far too long since he had you pressed against the fine grain of his desk, lips and teeth sucking and grazing the soft skin of your neck harshly. His fingers between your legs, and his hardness against your thigh. It's why you stole his shirt the night before he left, left crumpled on the floor along with the rest of your clothes. If you couldn't feel the flat of his tongue against your body, you could at least relish the feel of the soft cotton, in the scent that was so undeniably him. You arch into his touch, his eyes darting between your heaving chest and parted lips — yes, it had been far too long, for the both of you. 

"Stealing from your commanding officer cannot stand, sweetheart. You have to be punished," you quietly gasp, as his fingers tug at your uniform, as he leans down to press a kiss to your exposed neck, beard dragging against your sensitive skin. 

"What's the punishment?" Your head spins, as his fingers undo your belt, tugging your pants down to your ankles, his lips swallowing your gasp. 

"Baby, I already told you," you hear the click of his belt buckle, "it cannot stand, so neither can you." 

"But, the cantina—" you breath catches in your throat as he presses a kiss to it's hollow. 

"Let them hear," he purrs, smirking against your skin, "let me make an example of you to those who choose to violate the rules."  

Your clothes feel all too hot, sticking to your skin, but still, you resist as he begins to peel them off, "We can't. Not here. I can't let them see me like this," the thought of your fellow officers seeing you like this, exposed and keening for the General — you squeeze your eyes shut, stomach turning in shame, "Don't you care—" 

"Of course I care," he says, such poison from a sweet and honeyed mouth, stroking the back of his fingers down your cheek. His other hand makes quick work of your clothes, tugging them down to your knees. You shiver, wondering if it cool air of the crisp night or his heady gaze, "I care about getting you off. And I know no matter how much you deny it, you love this," he slips his a finger into your slick heat as if to prove it, hand holding your hips in place, squeezing hard to warn you to keep still, "look at how ready you are for me," another finger fills you, and you barely stop yourself from arching into his touch, "your lips say one thing, but your body is saying another, so what is the truth?" You whine as he withdraws from you, licking your essence from his fingers. 

"Sir," you pant, chest rising and falling, as his fingers draw mindless patterns across your inner thigh, pressing butterfly kisses across your collarbone, as he unbuttons your now creased uniform, exposing your chest, "please," 

"You have to tell me what you want, sweetness," he murmurs darkly, his fingers tilting your head up to force you to meet his shadowy eyes. The usual steely look remains fixed there — a hint of mischief peeking through as a grin pulled at his lips. Now you know just how much he was enjoying this, and just how willing he was to go through with it. And that only serves to make you wetter.

Your lips are a tight line, a second wind of defiance rushing through you, as you turn your head from his steady gaze. You don't need to look at him to know he raises a single eyebrow. Nor do you need to look at him to know the gears in his head are churning — calculating what exactly he needs to do to make you break. Nor do you need to look at him to know that he will probably succeed. 

It happens quickly. 

You hear the cantina doors open, the quiet conversations of two officers within earshot. Suddenly, there are hands grasping at your thigh, three fingers slipping inside your heat at once, palm of his hand rubbing against your clit. He doesn't bother to kiss you this time, letting your mouth fall open, smiling cruelly as it does, only increasing his pace when you fail to produce the noise he seeks. 

You try to bury your face in his shoulder, but he denies you this luxury. His fingers now grip your chin, forcing you to look at him as you fight the urge to ride his fingers, the unabashed reverence in his eyes only making you grow closer to the edge. A sob threatens to leave your throat, as your body shakes under his relentless pace, thick fingers stretching you open. 

"You love this, don't you?" He hisses, as you grab his fingers and stuff them into your mouth to stifle a moan, "you want your fellow officers to know just how good your Commander fucks you, don't you?" He grits his teeth when you suck on his fingers, tongue rolling across the knuckles, "why else would you wear my shirt, hm? You want them to know that I own you. You're mine." 

You finally roll your hips against his touch, riding his fingers in earnest now, squeezing your eyes shut. He pries his fingers from your mouth, "say it." He orders, rubbing at your clit, pulling you over the edge. And you oblige, moaning as you feel his cock rub against your thigh harshly, letting him and anyone else within earshot how your Commander owned you. How he had since you had first seen him. How he had when he first fucked you in his office, hand clamped over your mouth. How he had when he had when he transferred you under his direct command. 

Your walls tighten around his fingers, as he fucks you fast and hard through your orgasm, until you're shaking under his touch. He pulls his fingers from you, and you feel the press of his heavy cock against your folds. 

You pant against his neck, as he allows your arms to coil around him, tugging him impossibly closer. You find his lips in another kiss, his tongue plundering your mouth, before his teeth bore down on your lip harshly. He swallowed your cry, feeling copper drip from your bottom lip, and he grins against your skin, licking the salt of your sweat from your neck. 

"This is a punishment, baby," he says, parting your sensitive folds with his fingers, scissoring harshly against your walls, "or did you forget?" His mouth leans down to swallow one of your peaks, sucking the breath from your lungs with it, as he grinds against your inner thigh. 

He pulls his fingers from you, placing them in your mouth to muffle your cry, as he finally slips into you, "Suck," he orders, as his hips snap up into you, and you taste yourself on his fingers, "see? I always know what's best for you, sweetheart. Look at how beautiful you look, moaning around my fingers right now." 

He ruts into you for emphasis, his other hand grabbing at your hip to lift you higher against the wall, until his fingers slip from your mouth so he could hear the beautiful noises he was pulling from you, instead of feeling them around his fingers, “let them hear how good I make you feel. Let them know just who you belong to.” 

Any embarrassment or shame had slipped from your mind, not forgotten, but instead, the knowledge only added to your pleasure, knowing that come tomorrow, everyone would know that General Dameron had filled you, over and over and over again. You know everyone must hear the whine that leaves your throat when he slows, painfully so, as he stills, fully sheathed inside of you. His burning pants against your neck, leaning back to smile down at you, “Please, General,” 

“Why did you take my shirt, soldier?” your mouth falls open but no words come out, until he thrusts into you suddenly, and you feel him twitch inside you, your pussy aching and full, “answer me.” 

"I missed you," Breathless, he buries his face in your neck, nose inhaling the smell of sex that permeated from your body, "I wanted to think about you, smell you when-" your breath stutters in your chest as his fingers squeeze your thighs, making you arch against him. 

"Were you bad while I was gone, baby?" He smooths your hair down, lips grazing your forehead, "did you forget that I am the only one who can make you feel this way? That I am the only one allowed to make you feel this way? The only one allowed to see you this way?" 

"But the cantina—" he thrusts into you again savagely, setting a brutal pace that made you shake underneath his touch. 

"They can all hear what they can't have, but you're mine, sweetness, and they won't forget it — and neither will you." 

His hand finds the back of your head, fisting them in your tresses and forcing you to look at where you two met, “You wanted this,” he tells you, no longer whispering, “why else would you return to the catina this late at night when you have a mission briefing in the morning, especially in my shirt, sweetheart? Can you explain that to me?” 

All words, all thoughts leave your mind and you can only think about him: his fingernails digging into your hips, his lips sucking harshly at the small of your neck, and his tongue soothing the ache. 

“I didn’t think so,” he adds, finding a new angle, 

"Don't come until I say so," he mutters in your ear, ripping a cry of protest from your throat, "not yet." He slows his thrusts, fingers cupping your chin to force you to look at him, as he draws even closer to you, your hands  "come for me." 

You fall apart at his words, crushing your lips to his, your legs wrapped around his waist. His hips don't stutter, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm. His groan vibrates against your lips as he breaks away to tell you just how fucking tight you are, how good you feel when you come around his cock. 

"General, please," but he refuses to stop, even as you tremble, trapped between the wall and his chest, "stop."

"You have one more in you, sweetheart," his teeth scraping against the side of your neck, his fingers brushing against your clit, making you jump against him, "this is my punishment, and it isn't over until I say it is. I have to make good on my promise, don't I?" He muses, as he tilts your head back against the wall, and you tighten at his words, as he reaches a particular spot with a particularly hard thrust, "fuck." 

You come apart again, fingernails digging into his back, your moans filling his ears, until he follows you in bliss. He fills you, warmth spilling inside you as he groans your name in your ear, and you nearly miss it — how your name sounds on his tongue, quietly moaning in your ear as he marks you as his own. 

He slows his thrusts, sliding you back down on completely useless feet, feeling his cum begin to drip from inside you. He adjusts your panties back into place, flinching as his fingers gather some of the dripping cum and push it back in. You stand there, boneless as he adjusts your uniform as best he can, before fixing himself. 

Your gaze drops to the floor, cheeks burning as the roaring blood in your ears slows and you hear the quiet chatter of the catina return. 

"Come on, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tucking your hair behind your ear, "you're coming with me tonight." 

Was that slightest amount of reverence in his voice? But as you peer up at him, you see his lips curled in a cruel smirk, his teeth baring down on his bottom lip for a moment, as his hand came up again to grasp at the back of your neck, "did you really think your punishment would be over that easily?" 

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Symbiotic

Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

Rated MA for graphic sexual content and use of language

3,550 words

A/N: This was inspired by this gif of Oscar Isaac from Ex Machina is it hot in here or is it just me?. Feedback and requests are always welcomed and appreciated! :)

He had caught your eye the moment he landed in the hangar, jumping out of his busted up x-wing with a grace that was rare from such pilots.

You were about as close to the top of the totem pole as you could be without having the responsibilities of someone at the top. Your title was “Agent”--you were above Phasma but below Hux and you liked having a different life from the rest of the people in the First Order.

Your job was to gather information from around the galaxy and hand it over to Hux, and you did a fantastic job of it.

So, naturally, when the Resistance’s top pilot showed up on the doorstep and there were whispers of him having defected, you were called up immediately. If anyone could get the truth out of him, you could.

You weren’t necessarily expecting him to be the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on, but your work came first. You interrogated him for hours that first day, grilling him ruthlessly and exchanging flirty comments until you were sure that his loyalties were to the First Order.

You learned two things, right off the bat, about Poe Dameron.

One, he was a terrible liar. He couldn’t tell you that he hated General Organa without his lip trembling. She’d been something like a surrogate mother to him, but he’d made a choice that would benefit everyone. A choice to preserve justice.

Two, he was different from the rest of the First Order, just like you. He wasn’t here because he had a taste for blood or because he wanted to get revenge on someone. He wanted order. He wanted to stop watching his loved ones get hurt because there was no one to protect them.

You despised violence, too. That was why you worked in intel.

Naturally, Poe had been taken with you from the very beginning. You weren’t cold and unfeeling like some of the other people around the base, and you were beautiful. He hadn’t expected someone of your caliber to be here, and he was thankful as hell that you’d been assigned to him as his welcome party.

You also found out that he led with his tongue and that he oozed confidence, but those weren’t professional observations.

Affection wasn’t outrightly condemned by the First Order, but there was definitely a nonverbal agreement among its members that romance didn’t really have a place in such an organization. So it was great, really, that you weren’t technically an officer, because it meant you could do almost anything you wanted to with minimal consequences.

Poe barely waited two days to make his move on you.

His second night on base, Poe started banging on the door to your quarters like the whole planet was on fire.

“You’re gonna get yourself in trouble,” you hissed before grabbing ahold of his shirt collar and pulling him inside. You checked up and down the hallway before shutting the door behind him. “Why are you here?”

“Wanted to see you,” he shrugged like it was nothing.

“Why would you want to see me?”

He shrugged again. “You’re the closest thing I have to a friend around here. And I was bored, and I had an idea.”

You smirked teasingly as you brushed your hair behind your ears. “Great. Those are never good for you.”

“Wow, okay,” he gasped, feigning offense. “Harsh. No, I think you’ll like this idea.”

“Well, are you gonna tell me what it is? Or are you gonna leave me in suspense forever?”

“Think of it as a symbiotic relationship,” he explained, unconsciously ruffling his beautiful, dense curls. “I know you’re the best spy around here. I know all of the Resistance’s secrets. You’ll get so many awards for that kind of intel, you won’t know what to do with ‘em all.”

You couldn’t deny that the prospect was appealing. As much as the First Order appreciated the information you drudged up, your well had been running dry recently. Whatever Poe had to give you would definitely be priceless.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why would you give me that kind of information? What’s in it for you?”

His mouth turned up in a smirk, and you almost audibly gulped.

“I get to rail the hottest woman in the galaxy.”

Ten minutes later, you had a hand clapped over his mouth to silence his gorgeous moans as he blew his load on your heaving chest.

You were definitely getting more out of the bargain than he was. Not only did he give you one of the Resistance’s main supply routes in exchange for sucking him off, but you got to suck him off. You’d had your eyes set on him since he first set foot in the hangar. You had been lonely for a while, and you could tell that he had been, too. It was nice to take comfort in someone else, even if it was only for a little while.

The next time he knocked on your door, he offered you the name of a high-level Resistance intel operative. Basically the Resistance’s version of you. He ate you out that time, returning the favor for your previous encounter and also so he could find out what you liked. He’d need that information for the next time you got together.

He put it to good use when he came to give you the intel operative’s last known location.

He finally fucked you that time, on your knees from behind with your back up against his chest. He panted and whimpered against your shoulder as his fingers expertly worked your clit and your tits. You came four times that night in just one hour with Poe, and you felt it every time you moved for the rest of the week.

You tried desperately not to fall for him. You knew it was just sex. It was just a fun way to relieve stress, and it was aiding your career. Still, you couldn’t help developing some sort of fondness for Poe. You found yourself hoping for his familiar knock every night when you were alone in your quarters, and the nights he didn’t come by you would usually end up touching yourself to the thought of him.

But it was just sex. You couldn’t afford for it to be anything more, and he hadn’t given you any indication that he shared your affections.

You didn’t know what came over you, but all you could remember of the previous five minutes, when Poe opened the door to his quarters, was feeling a crippling loneliness in your room by yourself.

He was surprised to see you since you’d never knocked on his door before, but his face lit up instantly.

“Agent (Y/L/N). You’re up late.”

He wasn’t wrong. It was two in the morning.

“So are you.”

He chuckled at that. “Touché. Did you need something?”

God, he sounded like sex. How was that even possible?

“Yeah. You.”

That was the first time he’d ever kissed you. Before then he would trail open-mouthed kisses over your body, but in five times of being together in the most intimate way possible he’d never bridged that gap. Kissing was too intimate. Too dangerous.

He’d always loved danger, and you were as dangerous as it got.

He wanted you to stay that night after he’d fucked you--rough and fast from behind, because he couldn’t let himself get too close yet--but he understood that you couldn’t. You would someday, though. He would make sure of it.

Poe Dameron’s biggest weakness was his heart. It was too big for his own good. Sure, he’d wanted your relationship to be purely physical. It would’ve been easier for both of you, considering who you worked for. But he’d been attached from the very first moment you’d touched him, and not just because you were oddly good at giving head. He wasn’t flattering you when he said he thought you were the hottest woman in the galaxy. He truly believed it, and he was falling for you.

If he was smart, he would’ve called off your little arrangement before it became too much for the pair of you to handle. But he wanted to be selfish for once in his life.

You weren’t fucking him for the intel anymore. More often than not, he didn’t give you anything new, anyway, but you didn’t care. You wanted him, not Resistance secrets. As much as you hated to admit it, you were falling for him. Hard and fast.

He didn’t know why he thought it was a good idea. You were just so fucking good with your mouth, and he was feeling a bit lonlier than usual.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he mumbled with a tenderness in his voice that scared you as you licked his come off of your lips. You smiled to yourself anyway, gently biting the sensitive skin of his thigh before pushing yourself to your feet. 

“I think I love you.”

Fucking shit. Of course he had to make this difficult.

“A horrible decision on your part, really,” you mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw before you adjusted your shirt and tried your hardest not to sprint out of his quarters.

The bastard actually smiled as he watched you flee, though, because he knew what it meant. Maybe you didn’t say it back, but you loved him, too. And the way you ran all but confirmed it.

You tried to avoid him after that, but he was impossible to shake off.

“Why are you scared?” He asked with a wide smile one night after he trapped you in an abandoned hallway.

You knew exactly what the real question he was asking was. Why are you scared of loving me?

“Because I don’t want to stand out in a crowd of unfeeling killers!” You hissed before you could stop yourself.

He let it sink in for a moment, and it hit him a lot harder than it should’ve.

He didn’t know why he was surprised at your wavering loyalty. You’d described how hard you’d fought to remain, technically, out of the First Order’s ranks. Still, he was shocked that you weren’t truly as dedicated as you pretended to be.

“If you don’t trust them, why are you here?”

“Because I don’t have a reason not to be,” you whispered, trying your damnedest to escape him.

He pressed closer still, completely trapping you between his arms as he supported himself against the wall. “We could leave.”

“No, we can’t,” you snapped. Your eyes frantically glanced up and down the hallway. You never knew when someone could be watching or listening--or both.

“Yes, we can,” he insisted quietly. “I still have contacts in the Resistance.”

“I know you do.”

“You do?”

You smiled sourly. “You’re a terrible liar, Poe Dameron. I know you’re not here because of loyalty to the First Order. I knew from the very first time we spoke.”

He gaped at your confession. “You knew I was here on a mission?”

“Of course I knew. How could I not? You stuck out like a sore thumb, Poe, and I dig up secrets for a living. That, and, every time you gave me a base location or a trading route, the rebels were surprisingly prepared for attack. That only happens when there’s a mole on the inside.”

He pushed himself away from the wall as he let your words soak in. He hadn’t meant to give you a window to escape him, but you took the opportunity without a second thought.

He knocked on your door that night. You turned off the lights, locked your door, and pretended you were out.

You wanted his comfort that night, especially since you didn’t know when you would get the chance again. You would be leaving for a mission in the morning--a simple intel exchange at some hotshot senator’s wedding. You weren’t sure how long you would be away, though, and you wanted Poe to wish you luck. He was really, really good at it.

You needed the night to think things over, though.

One thing was for certain: this had become far more than a casual sex-for-information exchange. You were in love with Poe Dameron and--stranger yet--he was in love with you. He was offering you a way out of this.

But you didn’t really want a way out. Law and order were important to you, and they were also important to the First Order.

How bad could the Resistance be, though, when they had someone like Poe Dameron?

It didn’t matter. You had chosen your course in life, and if that meant you had to stop casually fucking Poe, then you would do it. It would break your heart, but you would do it.

He barged into your room the next morning while you were packing.

“Don’t go.”

You sighed deeply, straightening the fabric of your short a-line dress as you set some folded clothes into the bag on your mattress.

“I have to. Important intel drop. If I don’t, they’ll kill me.”

You turned to face him, and you regretted it immediately. He’d skipped the typical gray officer uniform, instead opting for a navy blue sweatshirt that he’d left half-unzipped (with nothing underneath) and a pair of tight athletic pants. You had no doubt that he’d specifically formulated this outfit to turn you on, and it was working. The little amount of his chest you could see was enough to have your thighs squeezed together, and the view of his bulge...

But you had to go. You would be in some deep shit if you didn’t.

“I’m leaving today,” he told you quietly once he’d closed the door behind him. “Come with me. Please.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“Why are you so fucking impossible?” You sighed, exasperated.

He took a step closer, his eyes already dark. Your dress was low-cut, and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at your wonderful cleavage.

“Because I’m in love with you. And you’re in love with me.”

“No I’m not.”

He smirked, and it was the closest you’d ever seen him to actually looking like a First Order officer. “Yes, you are. Say it.”

“Fuck off, Dameron. I don’t have time for this.”

He’d gotten dangerously close, and every instinct in your body told you to push him away. Instead, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I like fucking you, but I’m not in love with you,” you whispered against his neck, and even you didn’t believe yourself.

“Sure, sweetheart. Whatever you say.”

He led with his tongue, just like he always had. It was a little different this time, though. He kissed you with everything he had, like he was trying to convince you to leave with him. He was. You could feel his hands on your thighs, squeezing and kneading until they slid up to your ass, pushing the skirt of your dress up with them.

He let out a groan when his fingers came into contact with the skimpy thong you were wearing.

“Fucking... what's with this, baby?”

You shrugged simply, reluctant to pull away from his kiss. “It’s comfortable.”

You didn’t realize that he was walking you backwards until your back met the wall, separated only by Poe’s hands tightly gripping your ass.

You kissed him desperately, trying as hard as you could to show him what you couldn’t say.

And then his hand slid down between your thighs and his middle finger pushed into your dripping cunt.

“Fuck!” You bit down on his clothed shoulder to silence yourself, knowing that there was a good chance someone walking by had heard your exclamation.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he whispered soothingly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “So fucking wet already. You get off on lying to me, huh? You get off on playing with me?”

You whimpered, unsure of how to respond. Your last intention had been to hurt his feelings. But there was something inherently hot about the idea of him forcing those three words out of your mouth.

His free hand slid around your hip and between your thighs, rubbing frantically at your clit while the other hand kept you close and pushed into you with two fingers, slow and deep.

“Come for me, baby. I want you to come on my fingers and tell me you don’t love me.”

He bit and sucked at your neck, pressing you further into the wall, and the overload of sensation shoved you over the edge with force. You bit his shoulder again--hard, but in a different place so you didn’t hurt him too much--as your legs shook and your juices flowed over his palm.

“I can’t,” you gasped as his fingers continued working you. You couldn’t tell if it was a protest to his continued ministrations on your overly sensitive cunt or a protest of what he’d begged you to say. It was a little bit of both, you supposed.

He kissed you as you came down, and you gasped when he pulled away to lick your orgasm off of his fingers.

“You always taste so good,” he muttered, his free hand wrapping around your waist to guide you over to the bed. You pulled your dress over your head before you gracefully fell onto your back and pushed your bag away. Automatically, you spread your legs to accommodate him.

His dark eyes raked over you appreciatively, a boyish smile spreading over his face. “No bra?”

You smiled coyly. “Dress was too low-cut.”

He growled as he scrambled his clothes off, practically pouncing when you reached to remove your underwear.

“Leave it on. You’re gonna wear that for the rest of the day so you think about me every time you cross your legs.”

You pouted a little bit as he started pressing hot kisses all over your torso. “That’s not fair. I soaked through it.”

He smiled wickedly. “I know, sweetheart. You think it’ll get soaked with my come, too?”

You gasped at the idea of wearing his seed for the rest of the day as you watched him pull his boxers off. You didn’t see where he threw them to--you were too busy taking him in. This was the first time he’d fucked you on your back in all of your months together, so the only time you ever got to appreciate him was when you sucked him off.

And stars did he deserve appreciation. He was so thick that it felt like the first time whenever he pushed into you, with texture and veins that you could feel every time he was deep inside of you. The head was your favorite part, though. It was swollen with arousal and it was turning a deep shade of purple. It was hard not to involuntarily open your mouth when you saw him.

Your wanting hand reached for his cock, but he gently took it away as he crawled on top of you. You expected him to pin your wrists above your head--something he had shown his appreciation for a couple of times before--but instead he intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed a sweet kiss to the back of your hand.

That was it.

“I love you.” You would’ve been surprised by your admission, but you knew it was coming. It had been for a long time.

He smiled triumphantly as he tucked your underwear aside and lined himself up with your entrance. “I know.”

He pushed in fast and the stretch was insane but he paused to let you adjust, kissing you deeply and overwhelming you with the lingering taste of your arousal on his tongue.

“Always so fuckin’ tight,” he murmured as he trailed kisses all over your face. “Made for me, though. Fuckin’ love that pussy of yours.”

You gasped and bit down on his shoulder as he started rocking his hips into yours slowly, squeezing the hand he was still holding.

Usually he was rough and fast, trying to make you come as hard as physically possible. Now, though, he took his time. His thrusts were deep and slow--focused. He loved you, and he proved it to you with every inch of his body.

Somehow--you couldn’t explain it--that made you come easier than his frantic rutting and fast circles on your clit ever had.

He moaned long and loud at the feeling of you clenching around him, picking up his pace just a little bit.

“So close, baby. Can I come inside you, sweetheart?”

You nodded, eyes shut tightly from the pleasurable overload of sensation. “Please.”

He came hard, with a beautiful series of groans that almost tipped you over the edge again, and made sure your thong was put back in place so it could soak up all of his come before he collapsed beside you on the mattress.

You had cuddled maybe once before, but Poe was quick to pull you into his arms so your head rested on his chest. You trailed languid kisses over his skin as he stroked your hair.

“What if you waited until I got back to leave?” You mumbled against his chest.

“What if I picked you up after your intel drop?”

You paused thoughtfully. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he hummed.

THE END

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[writefightandflightclub]

Reconnoiter

What is this? 11 of 14 requests for my last follower celebration.

Summary: First Order!Poe x reader drabble. Prompt was: “Stop looking at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like you wanna fuck me and kill me at the same time.”

Also: Author’s note. Mainly proud of this because I MANAGED TO WRITE SOMETHING UNDER 600 WORDS YOU GUYS!

Warnings: mild sexual themes, mild daddy kink reference, bad language.

Word count: Under 600 words.

GIF: by @distancefilm​

You stiffen in your seat as Commander Dameron slides his tray on to the opposite side of your table. Based on his reputation, you never would have pictured him eating lunch out here in the canteen of the Finalizer. For some reason you imagined him dining alone in his quarters, surrounded by a ceremonious silver dinner set. You’d theorised he would be cold. Solitary. Instead, as you meet his eyes you find a fire behind them; so intense that you look quickly away, as if his continued gaze might reduce you to ash.

You greet him by his title but he doesn’t respond to you, and you flick your eyes back up to find his ardent study of you unrelenting. Nervously, you push your food around your plate as all further etiquette and norms fail you.

“Would you stop looking at me like that.” you scold, not enjoying the flush which creeps over you under his continued scrutiny, as if his gaze is trickling rivers of hot wax on to your skin. Why did you ever imagine him as cold? There is nothing but heat here.

“Like what?” he asks with an amused drawl, ever so casual, bringing his piece of ripe fruit to his lips to take a precise bite, his tongue lapping the sweet juice from his full lips. You resent that he made you look at his mouth, as the heat spreads further through you. Lower.

“Like you wanna fuck me and kill me at the same time.”

Again, he defies your expectations, flashing a broad, devastating smile at you in response. You’re not quite fooled by it. You know devils have broken through gates as pearly as his teeth, and that the Commander has done things well-suited to a circle of hell. Despite this, when he leans in across the table, you are thoroughly disarmed.

“Well. I can promise I don’t want to kill you, sweetheart.”, he assures. The implication that he might want to fuck you is left hanging in the air as his eyes rake agonisingly over you. He leans in a little closer, his manner assured and casual, his eyes pitch-dark as his pupils blow-out to engulf his irises. ““I might be willing to hurt you a little though. If you ask nicely. If you call me ‘Daddy’.”

He pulls back from you, smugly, his eyes still intent on you as you squirm wordlessly in your chair, attempting not to react and become a pooling mess. He takes another bite of his fruit and it’s not lost on you that he leads with his tongue. That the accompanying hum of satisfaction could easily be moaned into your neck. Or your heat. He may as well have taken a bite of all your juiciest secrets and desires, finding them to be moreish. “Tastes sweet.” He informs you. “Got my fingers all sticky. Wanna lick them?”

Yes. Yes you do.

“Commander…” you begin, a feeble plea. For what, you’re not sure.

At that, his demeanour shifts flawlessly. The fire in his eyes ebbs. “Well, this was very interesting.”, he states coolly, gathering the items on his tray before standing, preparing to sweep out.

You shake your head softly in confusion, feeling exposed and still alight like a naked, glowing ember without its heat source.

“I only came over to congratulate you for yesterday’s strategizing, Captain. But it’s real good to know you wanna fuck me.”

The smug look on the Commander’s face helps you finally regain your voice. “What?! I never said that I-“

“-Sweetheart, please.”, he interrupts with a click of his tongue. “It was the way you were looking at me.”

THE END

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[browneyedhimbo]

Like Father Like Daughter

Pairing: FirstOrder!Dad!Poe X daughter!Reader 

Summary: [Y/N] Dameron is easily one of the best TIE pilots the First Order has. But fighting all day long brings back horrible memories; for both her and her father. One mission hits a little too close to home.

Warnings: Fighting, mentions of blood, dead mom, flashbacks, mentions of death, nightmares, explosions, angst with a fluffy ending

Word Count: 5k 

A/N: First Poe fic y’all! This was co-written with the amazing @writingforhoursonend​! This was honestly so much fun and I really hope you all enjoy it! Also, check out her blog, she’s an angel!  《Masterlist 》

Bright orange and blue flames erupt around you as you chase after the X-Wings in front of you. You smirk as you hit yet another one, sending the metal scraps to float over the galaxy.

“Good job, Dameron. One more left,” Kylo’s voice could be heard over comms. 

“Got it,” you chased after the last X-Wing, locking in on it. Bright red blasts light up the dark sky, the aircraft exploding. “That’s how it’s done!” You cheer, cockiness clearly showing. It was no surprise that you got it straight from your father, Captain Poe Dameron. 

“Nice job. Head back to base,” Hux instructs. You roll your eyes, distaste for the man equal to your fathers.

“Kiddo,” Your dad voice echoed in your ears, “We’re picking up multiple heat signatures jumping into the—”

“Shit!” You yell, hearing shots being fired and seeing blasts narrowly miss you. “How many?!” You swerve, barely dodging the beams.

“I’m looking at five. Pull back, we'll send in more TIE’s for back up.” 

“No, I got this!” You start pressing various buttons on the control panel, trying to shift the TIE into an even higher combat level. Looking around, you spot an old, dark abandoned warship. As you keep dodging blasts, you scan the ship and conclude it is in fact, abandoned. An idea pops into your head and you change your course of direction, heading towards the ship.

“[Y/N], I know what you’re thinking. Don’t do it. Just wait for backup,” Poe tries to reason with you, but you’re just as hard-headed as he is.

“I can do it!” you yell, getting closer to the ship.

“Sergeant Dameron, if you think you can get a clear shot, take it.” Kylo states, interrupting your father. That was the only go ahead you needed.

You shift in your seat, ready to take on whatever those resistance scums have left. Maneuvering your TIE fighter to duck under the abandoned ship at the last second, you spin to face the X-Wings that followed. You’re able to get one, blowing it up, and using the explosion as a cover to fly backwards and spin up.

“Come on!” You yell, looking behind you at the other four. Spinning around, you’re able to keep dodging the green blasts. There was an opening on the side of the ship and with quick calculations you decided the fighter would fit. 

“No kid, it’s too tight,” your dad tells you over comms. You groan as you frantically start pressing some buttons, getting ready to go through.

“You gotta trust me on this pops,” you smirk. Looking back again, you make sure the X-Wings are still in pursuit. A small chuckle escapes past your lips as you gun it towards the opening at an alarmingly fast speed. You span as you enter through it, shooting the top of the opening so the debris would fall onto the X-Wings.

“Yeah! Three down, two to go!” You whoop, spinning inside the abandoned ship while making sure not to hit the walls. Laughing as the X-Wings follow you, you three play chase through the ship. There was another opening at the far end with a bridge over. A smirk lands its way onto your lips as you plan for your next move.

You didn’t bother to look back this time to see if they were following, speeding towards the other end of the opening. You lock your canons on the bridge and as soon as you pass under you spin the fighter and shoot it, making it fall on another X-Wing.

“Hell yeah!” You pump your fist, slowing down the TIE and facing it towards the ship. “Wait, that was—”

“Kid, look out!” Your dad cuts you off as blasters start firing at you. 

“Oh shit,” you mumble, grabbing the joystick to dodge them. You speed around the side ship trying to get rid of the last X-Wing, but the damn bastard is good. Looking at the warship again, you notice the destroyed top with pieces of metal sticking up and about. 

Racing to the top, you dodge the blasts being fired at you and maneuver the TIE around the occasional piece of debris. Green blasts hit rusted grey steel, turning it into orange and black smoke. Mumbling curses as you realize the smoke would cloud your vision, you try to look around for a distraction. Another explosion goes off but this time, some of the debris crashes into the side of your fighter. 

“Oh fuck!” You scream as red lights go off accompanied by loud beeping. Frantically pressing some buttons, you’re able to stabilize the TIE for time being and keep going. “Dammit,” you pant, trying to get some air into your now burning lungs. 

Looking back, the X-Wing is still hot on your tail. Grunting, you start blasting an old cannon that was in front of you, causing it to blow up. Using the smoke from the explosion to your advantage, you fly up and spin back, doing a backflip with the fighter which landed you behind it.

“Bye bitch!” You yell as you get a target lock and fire. Speeding your fighter through the explosion, you breathe a long sigh of relief.

“Top job Sergeant, head back to base.” Kylo tells you.

“Don’t plan on goin’ anywhere else, sir,” you chuckle before speeding towards the direction of the Finalizer.

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You jump out of your TIE, body aching as your feet hit the silver metal. Nodding to some stormtroopers that were there to check on your ship, you take off your helmet while detaching the oxygen tubes and squint, eyes trying to adjust to the harsh lighting of the hangar. Casting a look around, you thankfully don’t see your father anywhere. Maybe he wasn’t going to be mad at you this time. 

Starting your way towards the tunnels, you immediately spot your dad exiting out into the hanger. Gulping, you turn around and jog towards the confused stormtroopers, yelling at them to give you your TIE back. You were not going to be yelled at today.

“[Y/N] Dameron!” You hear from behind you in a booming voice. Kriff. Seems like you were. Sighing, you turned around to face your father’s fast-approaching figure, forcing a smile.

“Hey, dad—”

“What was that back there?” He inquires, voice cold and void of emotion.

“Come on pops, I’m tired—”

“Answer me, Sergeant.” You clench your jaw.

“Supreme Leader Ren gave me the go-ahead to get rid of the five X-Wings, and I did so successfully. Case closed, Captain.” You walk past him and start heading towards the tunnels once again, feeling half the hangar’s gaze on you two. He senses it too and follows you into the halls, waiting until he knows nobody can see or hear you two.

“You could’ve died,” he starts in a low voice and you roll your eyes, just wanting to get back to your quarters.

“Sergeant Dameron,” you hear Kylo’s voice from behind you. You turn to face him, forcing a smile.

“Supreme Leader Ren,” you nod in response.

“Good job on getting rid of the X-Wings. You may be more capable than what I previously thought, which is impressive.” You can’t help but grin at his words, knowing your dad was seeing red.

“Thank you, sir.” You gave a curt nod. The last thing you expected was your dad stepping up to Ren.

“She almost died and you’re congratulating her?” You have to bite your lip to keep your jaw from dropping, realizing your dad had lost all sense of control.

“The mission was a success.” Ren cocks an eyebrow, controlling himself.

“She almost died,” he reiterates, motioning to you. “Do you want to get rid of your best pilot?”

“Don’t you dare speak to me in that way, Captain Dameron,” Kylo warns, starting towards him. His hand moving to his lightsaber alarms you and without thinking, you step in between both of them and hold up your hands.

“That’s enough. Everyone’s had a long day. You two can kill each other in the morning, but I want to take my shower first.” You may just be a sergeant, but coupled with your lineage, impressive combat skills, and stubbornness, nobody wanted to mess with you. Even Kylo Ren knew better than to go against you when you were mad. 

Kylo looks from you to your father, giving him a snarky look before turning around and heading off. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and turn to face your dad. Now you were seeing red.

“Are you trying to get yourself kicked off of the Finalizer?” You nearly scream at him, still shocked by his actions.

“Are you trying to die?” He retorts.

“Me? He can kill you without even touching you and everyone knows it!”

“A correctly aimed blast from an X-Wing can kill you and everyone knows it!” He mocks.

“You’re impossible,” you dismiss, heading towards the elevator. He could lecture you all he wanted in the morning, but right now, all you wanted to do was take a long, hot shower and go to bed.

“Don’t you dare ignore me!” He yells at your back.

“I’m not ignoring you!” You call out, shrugging. Pressing the button to summon a turbolift, your ears pick up the sound of his footsteps and you become even more annoyed. Maker, why wouldn’t he just leave you alone? 

The turbolift arrives and you step inside; to your dismay, your dad steps inside as well but doesn’t say a word, standing opposite you. 

“What do you want?” You groan, crossing your arms. You can see the hint of a smirk at his lips. You weren’t the only one who took pleasure in annoying people. Like father, like daughter.

“What I want to know is why you pulled that stunt back there. You knew you could hold them off long enough for backup to arrive.” He presses the button for your floor and the turbolift starts to drop.

“Because I knew I could do it.”

“But you also could’ve died doing it.”

“But I didn’t,” you motion to yourself, trying to point out that you were perfectly fine, exempt from a concussion and the occasional bruise.

“But you could’ve.” You sigh in frustration, taking notice of how long was left until you’d reach your floor. The engineers need to make these things faster. 

“Why is it that you can put your life at risk and I’m not allowed to oppose that, but when I put my life at risk you lose it?” You snap, glaring at him.

“Because you’re a child!” You just chuckle quite hysterically, shaking your head.

“You should’ve thought about that before teaching me how to fly at eight years old!” He stops and you bite your lip, running a hand through your hair.

“Are you saying you only fly because of me?” You shake your head vigorously, irked by the fact that he wouldn’t try to understand you.

“No, I’m saying…” You sigh, unaware of how to put it into words. “You can’t treat me like a kid anymore. That’s what I’m saying.”

“But you’re my daughter.” You give him a sad smile.

“Not on a mission. On a mission I’m Sergeant Dameron. It’s like mom always used to say, right?” You don’t mean for your voice to choke, seeing him freeze up. “Mission before the man.” You eye her black helmet in your hands, tracing over the silver phrase DN-1574 on the side. 

Your code was DN-2187, but you used her helmet after she died. Every time you saw the helmet, it reminded you of your mom. You weren’t sure why you tortured yourself that way. Every single day, it would hit you as hard as it had when you first witnessed it.

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“DN-1574, what’s your status?” Kylo speaks into his comm, eager for any sign of what modifications had been made to the X-Wings. Intel had revealed that there were major upgrades being made to the Resistance’s aircrafts, but nobody knew what those upgrades were.

“Just taking out rebel trash, as usual. No sign of anything new, though.” You purse your lips, already starting to have a bad feeling about this. “I’m already running photos I have against their old blueprints. Does anything seem off about the energy blasts? Are they more powerful? What about their targeting? Are the aircrafts gliding better?” It seems that you were equally as eager as Ren to find out what the Resistance had in store for you all and shoot it down as soon as possible.

“Already checked for all that, darling. Either the intel is wrong or they’re saving the best for last.” Goddamnit, what were they doing?

“Copy.” 

“I count two squadrons of at least sixty each. Could that be it?” Your dad’s voice crackles in your ear. You zoom out on your datapad, checking for foreign heat signatures in the galaxy Eral where they were fighting. “117” pops up on the bottom right side of your screen.

“Dad, they have one hundred and seventeen units out there right now. We have…three hundred nineteen. And no, that can’t be it. Intel said modifications, not an increase in quantity. There’s something that we’re not seeing,” your voice strains. 

You glance back at your datapad, quickly tracking your parents then turning your attention to the cross-checking of blueprints and new photos from the battle. Nothing. You let out a disappointed sigh, stood up, and starting to pace, staring intently at your datapad as if your cold stare could make something pop up.

“Why are you pacing?” Hux’s shrill voice causes you to roll your eyes.

“Why are you questioning me?” You retort, eyes turning to daggers. To your satisfaction, he just sinks lower in his seat and doesn’t say anything. Thirteen year olds weren’t allowed in the control room, but your lineage made you an exception. Needless to say, you were a diamond in the rough even without your last name, but it had given you a nice head start.

“There’s another squadron approaching. Maker, where are they getting all these people?” You scrunch your eyebrows, checking for more foreign heat signatures in the galaxy. Nothing. Glancing back up at the main screen in front of the control room, you find the contents identical to what was on your datapad.

“DN-1364, what are you talking about? We’re not seeing anything.” The confusion is evident in Ren’s voice. You furiously tap on your screen, pulling up the live footage from your dad’s TIE.

“Holy shit.” He was right. X-Wings were practically swarming your units, taking one out every five seconds.

“Why can’t we see them?!” The control room remains silent, nobody daring to answer Kylo. “Does anyone know why or am I sitting in a room full of imbeciles?” You bite your lip, not knowing whether to tell him or not.

“They’ve upgraded their heat shields. So much so that our satellites and ships can’t pick up their signatures. It was just a rumor, but it seems it’s true.” 

“And how exactly do you know this?” You resist the urge to break Hux’s nose, clenching your fists. 

“I have informants; do you not?” You quip, silently hoping he’d bite back so you could have an excuse to punch his lights out.

“DN-1574 to all available units. I have at least seven on me. I repeat, I have at least seven on me. Someone cover me.” Your head snaps from Hux to your datapad, quickly removing the footage from your father’s TIE and putting up your mom’s. Holy— 

“Are there any available units?” You practically scream into your comm, trying to stay calm.

“Control Room, this is FN-8691. I’m leading my fleet towards DN-1574.”

“Copy.” You try to keep your voice steady, but there’s this horrible feeling that you just can’t shake. “Mom, are you doing okay?”

“I’m doing fine, darling. Focus on getting us numbers.” You let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding, increasing the intensity of your tracking devices. What really bothered you now was that the map was of no use; the only thing you guys could go off of was live footage. 

“Honey, I’m on my way. Keep leading them on and I’ll shoot them up from behind.” Your dad advised through the comms. You split the main screen into three parts: the footage from your mom’s TIE, your dad’s TIE, and the leader of the squadron that was going to cover. Your eyes don’t waver from the screen, forcing your brain to process all the videos at once. 

“I see an abandoned ship; I’m heading towards it. I’ll fit, but hopefully the X-Wings won’t.” No. No, no, no, that wouldn’t work. 

“Mom, it’s too tight. You won’t be able to fit. It’ll tear off a wing.” Your eyes were wide as your heart pumped faster, staring at her live footage on the screen.

“Sweetheart, if [Y/N]’s saying it’s too tight, then it’s too tight. She has the satellite images.” Your dad agreed with you. 

“I’ve been doing this longer than both of you have. Watch.” You gasp as she tilts at a ninety degree angle, somehow making it through the opening. “What did I tell you?” You smile, knowing exactly where your cockiness came from.

“Alright, I’m running them off. [Y/N], any progress on the trackers?” Oh crap, the trackers. Reviewing your datapad, you nearly throw it onto the table.

“Nothing. Zip, zero, nada. I’m going to turn the intensity all the way up. Also, FN-8691, DN-1574 is secure. You’re clear to go back to your assigned sector.”

“Copy.” 

You slide the intensity bar all the way up, hoping that you’d get something. Nothing. Again. Groaning in annoyance, you start pacing once again, racking your brain to try to figure out something, anything.

“Little one, don’t pace. It shows weakness.” You give Kylo a curt nod, knowing you can’t say anything to him but wanting to punch him nonetheless. Fuck [Y/N], he can read thoughts. Stop it. Pulling yourself together, you glance back up at the main screen, taking a second to process what you were seeing on your mom’s monitor.

“Mom, there’s a—” you’re cut short by the overwhelming metal screeching in your ear and a third of the main screen going black. “Mom? Mom! Can you hear me?”

“Shit, she just crashed!” Your dad yells, stating the obvious. “Someone get these X-Wings off of me! I’m going to check her status!” The panic in his voice only worries you even more.

“Mom, can you hear me?” You try again, praying that you’d get an answer. Static is all that you receive. You can practically feel the entire room’s gaze on you, waiting for a reaction. You have to go. You have to find her. Reaction they wanted, and reaction they were going to get. 

You throw your datapad on the table, grabbing your helmet and take off towards the exit of the room. Running through the halls towards the nearest turbolift, you try your best to breathe steadily. Don’t pass out. Just keep breathing. She’ll be okay. She always is. Always.

“Come on!” You scream at the lift, repeatedly smashing the button to call it. “Worthless piece of junk!” 

“Her TIE is in flames. I’m getting out.” Oh shit. Shit, shit shit. You run into the lift, almost breaking the button for the hangar. You don’t know how much time passes, but eventually the doors open and you burst into the hangar, fastening your helmet onto your suit and looking around for a TIE. 

“Hey!” You yell at a stormtrooper, who turns around, confused. “Give me that TIE!” Pushing him to the ground when he tries to protest, you jump inside and close the hatch, locking it.

“We have an unauthorized takeoff in Bay 4. I repeat, unauthorized takeoff in Bay 4.” You roll your eyes as you sit down, starting the TIE up. 

“Ren, tell these stormtroopers to stand down!” You scream into your helmet, looking at the fast-approaching white and red suits.

“What is she talking about? Oh maker, is she leaving? Ren, you can’t let her leave!” You can hear the agitation in your dad’s voice. Flipping a switch on the dashboard, you push the speed lever up all the way. Flying out of the hangar at full speed had serious consequences, but you couldn’t care less. The gate closing catches your attention, alarming you.

“I don’t think I can stop her now, Dameron. She’s practically out of the hangar.” 

“Someone tell these kriffing idiots to keep the gate open!” You could feel the TIE vibrating and you grip the joystick, getting ready to speed through however big the opening would be. The TIE shoots forward, causing you to be thrusted against the back of your seat. You were going to make it. It was narrow, but you’d make it through. You had to. The irony of the situation nearly makes you laugh, but you’re too focused on getting out. You were almost there. Fifty meters. Twenty-five. Ten. 

“Fuck yes!” You scream, barely making it out of the opening. 

“Poe?” You can hear your mom’s raspy voice in your helmet and your eyes start to tear up, blurring your view of various bright stars against the pitch black landscape of the galaxy. You were in the battle zone now.

“I’m here, love. I’m here,” his voice cracks and you slam the speed lever once again, but you know this is as fast as the TIE can go. It isn’t fast enough. Speeding past different X-Wings, you don’t even try to shoot any down. The only thing you’re concerned about is getting there in time.

“Where’s [Y/N]?” A sob escapes you and you throw your head against the seat.

“I’m coming, mom. I’m on my way.” Your voice cracks, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. The ship is in your sights and even from how far you are, you can see the red orange flames of the explosion. Oxygen pocket, you think to yourself.

“I’m not going to make it, Poe.” Your heart stops but you keep piloting, pushing the joystick as far forward as it can go without breaking. You were almost there.

“Don’t talk like that. It’s all going to be okay. We’re going to get you to the medical wing and you’re going to be just fine.” Hearing the crack in your dad’s voice makes your heart clench as more tears start cascading down. 

You land about fifty meters away from the explosion, unlocking the hatch and taking a second to get used to the different level of gravity. Where were they? Your eyes catch movement just behind the crash, someone in a black suit. Dad. Sprinting towards your parents, you rip off your helmet once you’re past the crash and skid to a stop next to your mom.

“Hey, she’s here,” you hear your mom say in a faint voice. Her state was desolate. The blood splatters on her face and her scratched up flight suit made you start crying harder. “Don’t cry. It’ll be okay.”

“You’re going to make it out. You’re going to live.” You repeat it like a mantra, as if saying it enough times could make it come true. “Right?” Looking up at your dad, you realize he’s as heartbroken as you are. No. She wasn’t. He pulls her closer, stroking a hand through her hair as his whole body trembles.

“Look after our baby girl, okay?” She looks up at him with tears in her eyes and he breaks, nodding his head as a sob escapes past his lips. 

She turns to you and you grab her hand, not able to say anything. It was all too much for your mind to process. “I love you more than anything else in the world. Don’t forget that.” You nod, letting out a soft whimper.

“I love you too. And I’ll never forget you,” you barely manage to whisper, watching her close her eyes. 

“She’s gone.” You had no idea those words would haunt you for years.

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“You still blame me, don’t you?” Your father’s words shock you out of your thoughts.

“I don’t blame you. I never did.” He arches an eyebrow and you shake your head. “I only ever blamed the Resistance. It’s the Resistance’s fault. Why do you think I didn’t stop flying? Didn’t stop fighting? I want them to pay for what they did to Mom.”

“I know you do, but I can’t lose you too.” The turbolift comes to a stop at your floor, and you give him a sad smile before stepping out.

“You won’t.” He sighs at your words, watching you walk away. 

“One can only hope,” he whispers to himself as he steps out, walking in the opposite direction towards his own quarters. 

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Later that night, Poe kept tossing and turning in bed, his mind buzzing with ‘what ifs’ as he kept playing out the mission you were just on. It was too similar, too close. The entire time you were weaving your way through the abandoned warship, the memories played out like a movie. His heart was hammering in his chest and all he wanted to do was drag you back to the Finalizer and hold you.

Ever since that day, sleep came rarely to him. His mind would play tricks on him as his heart would ache, the big king sized bed swallowing him whole. When he did sleep though, nightmares would plague his dreams. And tonight, he dreamt of the crash. Only this time, when he went to pull the body out of the TIE, it was you. 

Panic set in his chest as he stared down at your lifeless body. Shaking his head he started checking for a pulse, but couldn’t find one. Hot tears started streaming down his face as the lump in his throat grew. 

“No,” he smoothed out your blood soaked hair. His voice cracked as the heat of the flames from the leftover explosion did nothing to calm his trembling body. “Not my little girl.” Loud sobs bounced off of cold rusted metal. 

“Not my baby,” he pressed his forehead to your now cold one. The burning in his chest intensified as well as the ringing in his ears. Hiccups turned into whimpers. He pulled back taking in your state, cuts and bruises littered your face, a face of pure innocence. A gut wrenching sob left him, screams and pleas of hurt and regret filling in the sound of silence. 

Poe bolted up in a cold sweat, looking around the room frantically. He squeezed his eyes shut, hands wracking in his hair, as he curled into himself. Trying to control his breathing, he tugged at the soft curls, needing a sense of grounding. Closing his eyes he was met with the image from his nightmare. Digging the heels of his hands in his eyes, he tried to get rid of it, but it was already burnt into his mind. Cries sounded in the room. His throat hurt, his mind was racing a million miles a minute, and he felt dizzy. He needed to check on you. He needed to know you were okay.

Tossing the covers to the ground, he bolted out his quarters and ran straight to yours. The moment he stood in front of your door he froze. You’ve never seen him in this state; he made sure of that. But he needed to see you in one piece, so before he knew it he was knocking on your door. 

When you opened it, the sight broke your heart. His eyes were puffy and red, tears stained his cheeks, his hair was a complete mess, and what made it worse was the quiver in his lower lip. 

“Dad, what—” He cut you off, engulfing you in a tight hug. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around him, worry bubbling inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he cried into your shoulder. “I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating it, over and over again. You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. 

“Sorry for what, pops?” You tentatively asked. He slowly pulled away, wiping away at his tears as he walked into your room and sat on the edge of your bed. 

“Everything. I couldn’t make it on time to your mom,” he sniffed, “Then I didn’t make it on time to you.” Fresh tears started rolling down his already soaked cheeks, landing on his shirt and dampening the material.

“What do you mean? I’m right here.” He averted his eyes from your gaze, hands wringing together nervously. Your worry grew immensely, never had you thought your dad could get like this. Tears started pooling in your eyes. 

“I uh,” he cleared his throat, “Ever since t-the crash I’ve been… I’ve been having nightmares.” He still didn’t meet your eyes. You sat down next to him, a hand gently rubbing his back, a silent encouragement. 

“It varies from it being about that day to,” he took a sharp inhale, his hands trembling,”...to you. Seeing you out there earlier and these nightmares,” one of his hands reached out to yours, “You’re the only thing I have left.” He said, finally looking at you. 

Nodding slightly, you retract your hand from his back, setting it atop his. You swallow thickly, all your emotions coming up at once.

"That's why I'm such a hardass with you." He sighs. "Kiddo, when I say I can't lose you, I mean it. I don't know what I'd do with myself." He choked up. 

"I'm sorry." Your whisper is just barely audible. Poe's face fills with confusion at your words. "For not listening. For always trying to act like I have something to prove. Being reckless," you mumbled the last part. 

"Yeah, well, like father like daughter, huh?" he gives you a small wink, earning a heartfelt chuckle from you.

"You could say that." He looks at you, scanning your face. A small smile cracking on his lips as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. All he sees is his little girl, his flesh and blood.

"I love you," he says with such strong emotion, bringing you into another hug, cradling you to his chest as he did when you were younger. 

"I love you too dad," you cried, airing out your emotions. And it felt good.

Damerons were known to be tough, cocky, badasses who flew and fought. But to you, your dad was your best friend, your rock, your guide. And you wouldn't trade him for the world.

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[carryonmyswansong]

Mobile Masterlist

These works of fiction contain adult themes and subject matter. Please do not read, reply, or reblog, if you are under the age of 18.

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Characters - Pairings

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale)

Mother’s Day Introductions - Oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski) Stiles visits the cemetery, on Mother’s Day. Derek finds him there, but not where he was expecting. (lots of fluff, I promise!!

Steter (Stiles Stilinski x Peter Hale)

Two Men and a Tree - Series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Peter Hale x Stiles Stilinski) After a falling out with Derek and the rest of the wolves in Beacon Hills, and Peter Saving Stiles from himself, Stiles and Peter take a road trip. They do not intend to come back. Instead they build a Pack in Montana. They are gone for ten long years, before Derek calls Peter, begging for his help.

Characters

Dean Winchester/demon!Dean

A Whiskey With An Umbrella - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) A long day at work brings you to a bar and in the arms of someone unexpected.

Summertime Sadness - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x OFC Autumn) Autumn has a medical crisis, and loses the battle. Chuck needs her back in the game, however. This is her journey. The ending is a happy one.

I Will Never Be The Same - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) Over the course of many years, Dean Winchester walks through the doors to the bar that you own. Changing your life, just a little bit more, each time.

Summer Lovin' - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Plus Size!Reader) She and Dean go on a camping trip, at her urging, to get away for awhile. They are best friends, and have been for a decade. Will a night of bonding change that?

First Time For Everything - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean Winchester x Reader) He first sees her singing about her heartbreak, in some backwoods out of the way karaoke bar. He in turn sings a song to her. Eventually having a whole conversation through music, they start to fall for each other. Will their love survive their greatest secrets?

Skinny Love - series, eventual smut, destiny fic - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Plus Size!Reader) She finds herself at the tail end of an abusive relationship. She confronts her fiance. What follows is the story of how she heals, becomes a hunter, and finds love again.

Jar of Hearts - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Main: Dean/demon!Dean x Reader, Secondary: Crowley x Reader) Dean is gone and she needs resume her life after realizing that Dean is Something Else™. Trying to reach some level of normalcy, her life changes in an instant, once demon!Dean tracks her down and gets his hands on her. She has some decisions she needs to make, after this big event.

A 6th Sense - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Dean x Reader, Sam x Rowena (originally written feb 2018)] She has long suspected that Dean can actually see ghosts and not just that he always seems to have perfect timing. So when an opportunity arises where she can prove it, she decides to have some fun with it. Things don’t go quite to plan though.

Castiel

Heat, and a Flutter of Wings - oneshot, A/B/O AU, Smut - tumblr | AO3 (Castiel x Reader) Her 21st birthday hits. She thought she was a Beta. She never presented until now. The boys are both Omegas and can’t help her. What’s a girl to do?

Main Characters - No Pairings

The One In Which Dean Reads FanFiction - tumblr | AO3 (Dean, Sam - no pairings) Dean reads fanfiction and one of his his favorite authors just posted.

Dear Bobby - oneshot - tumblr | AO3 Dean pens a letter to Bobby, a year after he passes.

Polyamorous Pairings

(May contain Wincest. Those fics will be labeled.)

Bad Moon Rising - series, A/B/O AU, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Dean x Reader, Castiel x Reader, Dean x Castiel, Dean x Reader x Castiel) She has several chronic illnesses and takes a lot of medicine to keep going. Her illnesses are PCOS (PolyCystic Ovarian Syndrome), Fibromyalgia and depression as a result. She may have these illnesses but it makes her a damn good hunter. PCOS affects how she presents. Genetically, she is an Omega. But once the PCOS flairs, it makes her half present as Alpha. She meets the Winchesters and Castiel on a major hunt. The brothers question her ability, but Castiel is awe struck by her ability to keep going. This is the story of how everyone met and how they interact.

Fantasy Island - series, A/B/O AU, eventual Wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean x Castiel x Sam) She dozes off and wakes up to find herself in the backseat of a familiar car. But the universe rules are different. She tries, desperately, to navigate this new world.

Restless - complete series, smut, NO wincest - tumblr | AO3 (Reader x Dean, Reader x Sam) She is a hunter that has Restless Leg Syndrome. She lives with the Winchesters and hunt with them. They finally know about her illness but don’t realize how bad it is until one night she has to share a bed with one of the brothers and her medication fails to stop the tremors in her body. Life, for the her, Sam, and Dean, will change and they look forward to this new adventure.

Actors

Chris Evans

So Good For Me - onshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Chris x Reader) In the early hours of the morning, (Y/n) wakes Chris up, slowly, and teasingly.

Characters

Loki

Good Enough - multi book series (Loki x Plus Size Reader)

Book One: The Time Before - tumblr | AO3 (Y/n) is an Avenger. Her powers are healing and destructive. She doesn’t look like a superhero but she also moves in a way you wouldn’t expect, looking at her. Book one explores her place in the Avenger Tower.

Polyamorous Pairings

Chance Encounters - series, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Plus Size Reader x Bucky x Clint) Running more behind then she’d like, (Y/n) has to use the gym and shower at the tower. A chance encounter changes everything.

Lace and High Heels - complete series, smut - tumblr | AO3 [Loki x Plus Size Reader x OMC (unnamed husband)] Her, and her husband, are invited to New York, to visit with a friend. While in town, their friend invites the couple to an exclusive pajama party, where anything goes. She meets a very interesting man, and naughtiness ensues.

Non-Polyamorous Parings

WinterHawk

Too Much, But Not Enough - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (WinterHawk) It's the middle of a record heatwave in New York, and Clint and Bucky find a way to pass the time on their first day off together in a very long time.

Marvel AU/Crackfic/Darkfic

The Metal Arms Inn - series, eventual smut - tumblr | AO3 (Bucky x Plus Size Reader) [semi hiatus] She, Sam, and Dean happen upon the only Inn in like 100 miles of the area they were hunting in. Needing a place to stop and rest, that isn’t the inside of the car, they brave the dark dirt road, lit with a single lit up sign with the name of the place. She realizes there’s something VERY familiar about the owner and bartender of the place. This is the story of how they all met, and how (y/n) and Bucky heal each other, fall in love, and how the four of them hunt together and save the world.

Multi-Fandom Crossovers

A Birthday Celebration - complete series, smut -  tumblr | AO3 Supernatural, Once Upon A Time, Constantine (2005), BBC’s Sherlock, MCU, X-Men, Criminal Minds (Benny Lafitte x Reader, Remy LeBeau x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader, Benny Lafitte x Remy LeBeau, Benny Lafitte x Dean Winchester) Today is your birthday. Waking from your slumber, you realize that today is not going to be as ordinary as you originally thought it was going to be.

(Orcs, elves, seelie/unseelie/fae, kelpies,mimics, vampires, demons, naga, werewolves, various merfolk, forest spirits, gargoyles, etc etc)

Orcs

Orc Boyfriend Borlin - oneshot, smut - tumblr | AO3 (Borlin x plus size!Reader) She gets lots on her way to a village to sell her wares. She ends up in a different village and meets a man that will change the course of her future.

Characters: 

Poe Dameron

Writing Excerpt - NSFW! smut - tumblr | AO3 (Poe Dameron x Reader) A while back, I was commissioned to write this sex scene for a fic someone wrote. I wanted to share this with you all since it is a thing I wrote. Essentially, FO!Poe deflects, joins the right side, and instantly there’s chemistry between him and the Commander assigned to keep watch over him to ensure that Poe isn't actually a spy and has actually deflected. This is the passionate sex scene that results after a hostile meeting and both grating on each other's nerves. Reader is forced to bunk with him until he can prove his place. I hope you enjoy it! Blatant Princess Bride reference, lol

Headcanons and Imagines

(coming soon)

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[misscrawfords]

Well, I saw The Last Jedi...

HERE BE SPOILERS

(Also - I will be tagging all posts with “spoilers” and “tlj spoilers” for you to avoid. However, from now on this blog is NOT SPOILER FREE and I can’t guarantee that something might not slip past by accident. Proceed at your own risk.

Okay, I’ve just got back and my head is whirling so don’t expect complex analysis.

However, I’ve been chatting with the lovely ladies in the spoiler zone of the Reylo discord chat and that’s helping me clarify my thoughts a lot.

So basic reactions first in no particular order:

- I am now in love with Poe Dameron. I now ship Damerey. I don’t know how this happened. 

- There’s a bit in the soundtrack that is basically the finale of Sibelius’ 2nd Symphony. No1 curr I know but I’m intrigued.

- There was way too much going on in this film. It was like a later HP book - some great things happening individually but overall I just want to kick it because there was too much and it was easy to lose sight of the heart of it and its message because there was YET ANOTHER BATTLE and yet another subplot and character development for a minor character. I’m really frustrated.

- Since when was Hux such an awesome character!? I loved how he was played for laughs but honestly this is absolutely Draco-in-leather-pants. Kylux is literally a Cassandra Clare fanfiction. What is life.

- Several deus ex machina moments that made me go “hmm”. Floaty sky princess? Um, okay. That was unnecessary and a bit weird. Felt like a cringey tribute to Carrie Fisher and then she was knocked out for most of the film. I have problems with that entire narrative arc. To be explored later. Also Force ghost Yoda. Really? 

- WTF was that child doing at the end? I’m so confused. My instant reaction is to be suspicious and annoyed. If that child grows up to have the Force and takes away from Rey then I will be so annoyed. Also, we don’t need more characters. We really, really don’t!

- I was disappointed in Rose and Finn. I just... I just didn’t care. Because, once again, there was too much going on. Their whole storyline felt tacked on. Like, there were elements I really liked. I loved the whole weapons dealing in space concept - it was blatant but really good. We were basically in space Saudi Arabia and I loved that and I loved the code breaker who betrayed them for money. It was a more interesting and morally grey update of the bounty hunter concept and I really loved it. Also it fitted very well with the overarching theme of both sides being flawed and the profit of war and it all being kind of pointless in a way. BUT there was too much of it and I feel like they could have shown that message and done Canto Bight somehow without so much subplot that really distracted from the main heart of the film. I’ll need to think about this further and how I would have preferred it to go. Also at the end, I was really annoyed at Rose for saving Finn. Like, I 100% did NOT want Finn to sacrifice himself - NO SIR - but Rose stopped him potentially saving the whole Resistance by taking out that gun. Like, strategically it was dumb since Finn had committed to doing that. (I’m sorry, I’m such a cool-headed Slytherin, but it’s true!) I don’t know where to go from here for these two characters and I didn’t really buy the romance. Perhaps I would have done if there HADN’T BEEN SO MUCH DAMN STUFF GOING ON.

- It was really funny. Like, I was not expecting the humour. Especially over the First Order. But seriously, the FO run by played-for-laughs Hux and emotionally unstable Kylo is not exactly going to be a slick administration, right? It’s a recipe for disaster! (Sorry, Hermione Granger brain taking over again.)

- SHIRTLESS KYLO FANSERVICE. what even

- Every single “inappropriate use of the Force” fic is now canon.

- I kind of need to do a separate post about my Reylo thoughts and feelings, but suffice to say I am actually very conflicted, as I am about most of the film. Everything that happened made total sense in terms of character development and as a continuation of TFA and I applaud that and yet I feel uneasy. I also felt a lack of romantic/sexual chemistry between them that the film could have built up with music and other techniques, even despite shirtless Kylo and the HANDTOUCHING SCENE OMG WHAT IS LIFE. I’m not saying that there isn’t a basis for something to develop in IX but I was left feeling... I don’t actually know. THERE WAS TOO MUCH GOING ON AROUND THEM. I need to watch it again. I may pick up on things on a second viewing I didn’t see this time.

- SAVE BEN SOLO. Honestly, I have no idea what is going on. The film is massively pushing a redemption arc in its plot and what everyone around Kylo is saying. And every time he has the opportunity to fall in with this, HE DOES THE EXACT OPPOSITE. He’s not the only one being torn apart tbh. I don’t understand what the film wants me to think about this. (This isn’t about me analysing it, it’s about an initial reaction to feeling that I don’t know what the film is doing. It seems to be saying “Redeem Ben Solo! It can happen! That’s where this is going!” at the same time as “Kylo Ren is a monster and is turning into the Big Bad of this trilogy” which I don’t really believe but also I just do not see how he can come back from where he is.) But oh my goodness, his was the performance to watch. And he is still the centre and heart of the trilogy, as he should be as the new Skywalker.

- Speaking of Skywalkers... I loved Luke. He was so incredibly “Luke” and yet different. Is it what I’d expected? From what I’d heard and the marketing, yes. From his character as I previously understood it, I’ll have to watch the OT again. I think it probably works. It’s interesting. And Mark Hamill was absolutely fantastic. I really loved the flashbacks and the explanation of the destruction of the school and how it was a horrible, horrible misunderstanding. Best way out. Really tragic. And I like how the adults are taking responsibility for what happened to Ben. But also, like, the choices he makes now are his own. And they are terrible, terrible choices??? Not just morally terrible but also just, like, terrible. Poorly thought out...

- And yet, to me, the most true thing anyone said at any point was Ben’s speech to Rey when he asked her to join him about needing the whole old order to be swept away and replaced. It just... it really does? I felt such a feeling of relief. Like, the legacy is so strong in these characters. They need to get away from their past and the mistakes of the past and the burdens of the past. And that’s shown with the Resistance story but also with the Jedi story. Kylo’s way of doing this is all wrong, of course, but his ideas and vision is right and true. And I feel like this needs to happen! I don’t know HOW Ben can be pulled back from all the awful decisions he is continually making and the fact that he is squandering every single chance he gets, but I just feel like the only ending that is truly satisfying is Rey and Kylo starting from scratch again with a clean slate.

- Which is why Rey Nobody is so important. Whether Kylo is telling the truth or not about her parentage, she’s not a Skywalker. Or a Solo. Or anyone from the OT. And that is so necessary and important.

-  I have no idea whether to talk about Kylo Ren or Ben Solo.

- Before watching it I kind of wanted Rey and Kylo to leave together on nobody’s side but their own but watching I realised that she would never leave with Kylo. She will only leave with Ben. But he is refusing to be that person so I don’t know if it can happen. But it also has to happen. Because if Kylo dies in an act of redemption (which is what I always thought would be his fate after TFA) then Rey is left alone again and there is no balance. Sure she has her Resistance friends whom she loves and who love her and that is GREAT, I’m not knocking it, but they don’t understand her. They build up the Force bond, they build up the fact that neither is alone because they have each other, they see their future with each other (and even if that is a manipulation of Snoke’s, he is showing them what they want to see so it is still true) - and then Kylo dies and Rey is all alone as the Last Jedi after being alone all her life. And like, yes, found family and all but... it’s just. Why set all of that up? I’m just incredibly conflicted.

- I’m going to spend the next two years trying to understand all of this by writing Poe/Rey/Ben love triangle fic. Because I loved that moment of chemistry between Rey and Poe and I think he is kind of like the hero she wants but she’s got this connection to Ben and she’s got to deal with that but I think a transitional period in which she awakens to romantic/sexual feelings via Poe would be very important to her. Because I think one of the issues I have with seeing Reylo in this movie is that Rey is just so forceful and determined on one thing that she is not thinking in terms of romance or anything like that at all. There’s just nothing coming off her in that sense - until she sees Poe. And I’m conflicted between what the symbolism is in the film and what the characters actually do. Symbolically and mythologically Reylo is the only answer. But the acting and the characters of them as psychologically realised individuals is problematic to me. I don’t know if any of that makes sense, it’s 1.33am now.

- So on the topic of Rey will only go with Ben and not with Kylo, Ben has to save himself. Rey MUSTN’T, for the sake of feminist narratives everywhere, this cannot become a “bad boy saved by the love of a good woman” story, and I don’t think it is because Kylo is rejected every attempt Rey is making to change him. When he does do something “good”, it is of his own volition. The throne room and killing Snoke, for instance, (also, I totally called that as something that could happen, not that I did it here so I can’t prove it - ah well!), he didn’t do because of Rey directly. So he has to work that out for himself but I have no idea how he is going to do it. I mean, sure Rey can be part of this process and even the catalyst, but she can’t do it for it.

- I’m still so confused by the ending. Were Rey and Kylo looking at each other? I’ve seen people say he was kneeling in front of her, but I’m confused because I thought he was in the main part of the base and they were in the Falcon somewhere in the salt mountains? And also I thought Leia was still on the ground and I was convinced she was going to stay behind and see Kylo but then she was on the Falcon and were Kylo and Rey just staring at each other? I’m confused. I think this may have been a meaningful moment but I was just trying to work out where they all were and what was going on.

SO over all. Overall, I enjoyed lots of it but I don’t think it was a great movie. There was simply too much of it and ultimately I think there was a really fascinating and subtle story surrounding Luke, Kylo/Ben, Leia and Rey with juicy goodies like Force Bonds and grey morality and growing up and growing old (for all that Yoda’s appearance made me roll my eyes, I loved the line about the roll of the master being to be outgrown or whatever it was because as a teacher it’s just, yeah... it meant a lot). But this great and interesting and new take on the SW universe was being lost in battle after battle and confusing Resistance politics and overlong subplots that went nowhere (Finn and Rose didn’t even succeed?! What was the POINT) and an attempt to shoehorn in this fascinating story into a generic SW movie about the plucky band of Resistance fighters and the big bad Empire that we’ve seen too many times before.

LET. THE. PAST. DIE. I’m over that plot and I’m just annoyed because it has the makings of a great movie but I’m just left feeling too much was going on and I’m confused about the bits I really wanted to focus on and linger over.

Anyway, going to see it again on Wednesday with school and I am going to really, really focus on Reylo and trying to find the possibilities for romance so that if nothing else I have fodder for fanfic!

#Star Wars #The Last Jedi #spoilers #tlj spoilers #reylo #I lied #these are not a few initial thoughts #this is a living example of tl;dr #sorry #I have lots of thoughts #most of them make NO SENSE

[queen-of-elves]

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

request are open

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

#poe dameron x you #poe dameron x reader au #poe dameron x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars fanfic #oscar isaac x reader #fo!poe dameron x reader #isa writes

[halfwaythereroyalwrites]

Trust in Me (FO!Poe Dameron x F!Reader Part 1)

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Warnings: Cursing. Capture. Bleeding. Age gap but all parties are of legal age.

Word count: 2.8K+ 

A/N: I can’t actually say much until the end, so have fun!

Part 2 + Masterlist

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 Sleep eluded you again. Everyone else had long gone to return to their respective barracks and quarters. Even General Organa had turned in the towel, gently urging you to do the same which you kindly declined. You couldn’t bring yourself to rest after returning back to base. Paper cups littered your cluttered desk — some empty, some half-filled with forgotten caf gone cold. The sharp brightness of the screens and holograms were amplifying the dull throbbing at your temples, further reddening the whites of your eyes. Scribbled plans and maps marked with crimson x’s and scratches lined the edges of your desk. The mess of maps mingled with several pucks featuring holograms of lower-rank associates, but one hologram — rightfully placed in the middle of your desk —  stood out to you. Taunted you. Haunted you. Driven you to the point of fucking insanity.

    First Order General Poe Dameron.

    Since that dreaded meeting, his face had permanently etched itself into your mind. The first thing you think of in the morning. The last thing you fall asleep to at night. The mysterious man had settled in the shadows, carefully avoiding attention, while he ran one of the biggest military forces the galaxy had ever seen. General Organa had entrusted you with the daunting task of tracking the man’s movements…for a good reason. Based on your last interaction with the infamous general, he would serve to be a great asset to The Resistance.

    Lines of letters and cyphers had slowly morphed into an illegible jumble. You squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose, willing the painful throbbing to go away. You leaned back against your chair; loud, satisfying cracks rang throughout the empty center. You continued to do small stretches in your chair to alleviate the stiffness that had settled into your joints. You paused, looking at your disaster of a workspace and listening to the humming of the monitors. Taking a deep breath, you got up from your seat and picked up all the cups that sat on your desk. You tossed the cups into a nearby bin, cleaned up your workspace, and walked out of command center. The air around you grew cooler as you stepped outside, relaxing the tension held in your shoulders. A wave of relief came over your mind when you had stepped into the darkness of the night, the soft light of the base adding to the mellow atmosphere your mind desperately needed. For a moment, you could almost forget there was a galactic war being fought. Or that a certain general has invaded every thought that had crossed your mind since you met.

    Your meeting with General Dameron had been…unorthodox…to say the least. There were several verified reports that a mole was in the First Order. Planning to defect soon after a year or so of secretly delivering information. They had sent names of lower-ranking associates in the First Order. The very associates whose holograms you have currently scattered on your desk. They had also sent locations and times of several battle ships that were successfully taken out by The Resistance fleet. After several thorough verification checks, General Organa personally sent you to meet with them to check their status and gather any additional intel. She gave you three pieces of information: a time, a location, and the phrase, “The sun is rather hot today, don’t you think?”

You flew by yourself to the designated planet and town, deeming it safe enough to be alone. You were told the mole would meet you at the marketplace which was strategically placed right outside the landing bay. “They’ll know who you are,” General Organa instructed. The marketplace was a perfect portrait of vibrant liveliness. Merchants calling out. The buzz of multiple people talking all at once and over each other. The sweet smell of food traveling through the air. Children were running around, playing, laughing — without a care in the galaxy. It was not long after you had stepped into the marketplace when merchants started calling for you to purchase their items.

“You there, young lady! How about a taste of the finest fruits in this system?!”

“Miss, I’ve never seen a beauty such as yourself! Come and do me the honor of trying on jewels that only you would be worthy of wearing!”

“Nuna legs! Get your deep fried nuna legs here!”

 You were absentmindedly perusing the marketplace, doing exactly as you were told. You often scanned the crowd for any signs of suspicious activity, but after an hour or so, you were starting to grow hungry. You made your way to the fruit stand, eyeing a couple particularly ripe jogans. After paying the merchant for one jogan, you heard the distinct sound of modulated voices.

“Everyone, show their identification now!”

Stormtroopers. Their party split up to search civilians, threatening those who could not produce their identification fast enough. One man stood in the middle, shielded by the soldiers that circled around him. You squinted your eyes at the figure clad in gray. He was slowly strolling through, scanning the crowd, seemingly oblivious to the upset his troopers were causing. Your eyes widened in realization at the infamous figure: General Poe Dameron. The man responsible for some of the most strategically successful invasions of the First Order. Although his face was known, very little was actually reported about the man’s history. While those in the First Order were quick to claim glory, General Dameron was infamous for maintaining a wall of silence. There were no reports of his origin. No reports of his time before the First Order. No reports of how he even got involved with them. Nothing. The man was a ghost. Until now.

You attempted to weave your way to the edge of the marketplace, trying to create an escape plan back to your ship. A keen stormtrooper halted you and grabbed you by the arm, demanding identification.

“Hey! Let go of me! Let go of me!” you pushed back against the soldier’s chest, but their grip only tightened. Stormtroopers stood at the ready, blasters pointed at you, ready to strike at their General’s orders. To your surprise, General Dameron ordered his troopers to stand down. With a subtle nod as a command, the stormtrooper cuffed your wrists together behind your back and placed a bag over your head. You were dragged, kicking and screaming, to an undisclosed location where you were kept in a dimly lit room, cuffed to an apparatus that kept your body upright, hands at your side, and ankles firmly against the metal surface. Your wrists were red and raw from struggling against the cuffs. Throat hoarse and parched from your loud pleas for help which everyone in the marketplace willfully ignored. There was only the faint sound of people talking in the distance. No unique distinctions anywhere in the room. Only one way out. Your head knocked back against the metal apparatus. There was no escaping this place.

Two stormtroopers and some captain entered the room, breaking the halfhearted lull your mind had gone into. The captain wasted no time interrogating you. Asking question after question, demanding to know your identity and affiliation.

“Are you Resistance?” You kept your head down, refusing to look these people in the eye. You felt the captain grab your jaw and forcefully tilted your head to meet his eyes. “Look at me when I’m talking to you!” They yelled. You flinched at the spit that had flown out of their mouth from the sheer force of their voice. “Are you Resistance?!” You stayed silent.

Unfortunately, you found out the captain’s temper was quite short. After you met his repeated questions with silence, the captain struck your face. Hard. The slap had surprised you. You had not fully recovered before your face was knocked to the other side, harder and sharper. You felt something wet dripping down your cheek, mingling with the sweat beading on your face. The deep stinging brought tears to the backs of your eyes. You squeezed your eyes, careful not to contort your face too much and worsen the painful throbbing at your cheeks. The sound of the slaps were followed with a tense silence before one of the stormtrooper’s modulated voice broke through.

“Um…Captain…General Dameron gave specific instructions not to hurt her.”

“Shut up!” the captain hissed. “That coward won’t even come down here to do the dirty work himself.” Just then, the doors hissed open to reveal Dameron’s stoic face. He held his hands behind his back. His proud stance reflective of his high military rank. He slowly stepped into the room, the heavy thud of his boots increasing the tension in the air. You openly stared at him with furrowed brows and disdain clear on your face. He briefly took in your appearance, sweat dripping down both sides of your face. Your cheek was split open and dripping blood. Chest heaving up and down from the surprise strikes. General Dameron turned to the captain who stood at attention, avoiding the higher-ranking officials’ gaze.

“You were saying, Captain?” Dameron’s voice was lower than you’d expected. Careful. Calm. Calculated.

“Nothing, General.” the captain replied, still avoiding Dameron’s gaze.

“I believe I gave specific orders for her not to be harmed.” Dameron glanced at the two troopers who remained unmoving against the wall. His expression remained stoic, unchanged, as if this whole situation bored him. His steely gaze made its way back to the captain who stuttered out a response.

“She…uh..sh-she wasn’t complying, Sir…General… I th-thought…”

“That’s enough. Everyone. Out.” The curt command sent the captain and the two soldiers scurrying out. The doors hissed closed, and Dameron looked at your form. You stared at him, jaw clenched, determination evident. His measured steps made their way toward you, the light shining above you illuminating his face, his chiseled features becoming more prominent. You couldn’t help but to look at him in hidden awe. Most military men kept their faces clean of any facial hair, but this man did not. His beard was trimmed yet…bushy. Strands of gray peppered throughout revealed his older age. This coupled with his stern, expressionless demeanor added to the ominous aura he carried with him. The closer he got to you, the more you pressed your body against the hard surface you were cuffed against, trying to create some distance between the two of you. He studied your face, and in return, you did the same with him.

The space between his brows were furrowed. His forehead and temples had faint lines from where they undoubtedly often creased. His high cheekbones being hit by the light cast a shadow on the rest of his face. Although hidden by his beard, the outline of his jaw still stood out. He was…traditionally…handsome, you admitted begrudgingly. Your trance was broken when something softly touched your split-open cheek. Your head instinctively jerked away at the offending intrusion. He comforted you in return.

“Ssshhhh, it’s ok. It’s ok. I won’t hurt you.”

“That’s rich coming from the very reason I’m chained, General Dameron,” you scoffed. He paused at your response.

“So you know who I am?”

“The soldier said your name. Plus, it doesn’t take a genius to know who you are and what you’ve done.” you gritted through clenched teeth, lacing venom into your words. He merely blinked at you before continuing to clean up your cheek.

“Couldn’t have them getting suspicious.” Dameron muttered, dabbing at the blood with a black handkerchief.

“What the hell are you on about?” you growled at him, flexing against your restraints.

“It was too dangerous to meet you alone.” He caressed the side of your face. You yanked your head away from the warmth of his hand. He sighed and pocketed his handkerchief but made no movements to distance himself, staying mere inches away from you. “I’m sorry you were hurt, but this was the only way.”

“Only way to…what?” He can’t be. No, there was absolutely no way he was…

“The sun is rather hot today, don’t you think?” Dameron whispered.

“Bullshit,” you spat.

“Then, clever girl, how did I know where you would be? How did I know you were Resistance?”

“How do I know you’re not lying?” He considered your question. One-by-one, he started listing off names. The names of the lower-rank associates that were given to The Resistance in an effort to prove his validity. He also listed the battleships that had been attacked by The Resistance based on the tips he apparently gave. Despite the accurate information he gave you, you remained doubtful. “I still don’t believe you. I am chained up at Maker-knows-where with a First Order general. You have given me no reason to trust you.”

He sighed. “I can’t leave with you now. There’s still some loose ends that need tying. When I can leave, I will send you a time and a location. This is encrypted. It can’t be tracked.” You felt something placed in your jacket. He took one last look at you. Studying your face. He reached out and tilted your chin with his gloved fingers, locking his warm eyes with yours. “You know, my dear,…it’d be a shame…if the power went out in the next ten minutes. Your cuffs would be released, and you would be able to walk out this door. To your left, there would be an empty hallway that would be temporarily unguarded, giving you the perfect chance to escape. The marketplace is northeast of here.” He leaned in closer.

“It really would be a shame.”

His fingers traced the split skin on your cheek before clasping his hands behind his back. Dameron turned around and marched toward the doors. He paused before the doors opened. “I hope to see you again very soon.” You remained frozen, processing all the information he had given you. Your daze was broken by the room being flooded with darkness. The cuffs clinked open, and you unceremoniously fell to the ground with a thud. You quickly scrambled up, took a deep breath, and decided…you don’t really have much of a choice but to trust what he said. Either you stay here and possibly be tortured or killed or you try and escape during this very opportune time. You cautiously walked through the doors, looking left and right for any sign of the First Order. The hallways were deserted. You scuffled to the left and quickly searched for any door leading outside. After turning various unmarked hallways, you finally found a door that was unfortunately locked. Your blaster was taken from you therefore shooting your way out was not an option. You looked around for anything to break the keypad. On the right ceiling corner, you found a camera pointed in your direction. You stood frozen again, thinking your luck had run out. Then, the door opened, letting you out. You ran out to the marketplace, blending in with the bustle of locals shopping. When you deemed the coast clear, you  headed back to your ship. You flew to a nearby planet to lay low for a day or two to make sure you weren’t being tracked. You can never be too careful, especially when dealing with the First Order. After making sure there was no one on your trail, you returned home to the base on D’Qar.

You reported everything to General Organa: the mole’s identity, his plans on defecting, and his help in your escape. She immediately assigned you to track the General’s whereabouts, making sure The Resistance knew his every move. The task had proved to be daunting, for the man rarely made his presence known until it was too late. This was a smart move on his part. Deeply infuriating for you, but smart for him. This is why you sat here presently, exhausted from following the handsome general’s every move with little to no information. Chilled air and the quiet surroundings were doing wonders for your tightly-wound body. Fatigue was finally settling in. You looked down at your hand. You were clutching what General Dameron had placed into your pocket. A comlink and a scribbled note that read:

“Soon. -P”

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. You got up from your position and was headed to your quarters for much needed sleep when a familiar high beep started coming from your hand. The comlink. First beep. Is he planning to defect now? Second beep. How could you be sure that it was actually him calling? Third beep. What if he could track you with this call? Fourth beep. You took a deep breath before answering the call.

“Hello?”

A familiar smooth voice answered.

“Taris, lower city in two days. I’ll call you with more information when the time comes.” Your breath hitched at the sound of his voice. “I’ll see you soon, clever girl.”

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Part 2 + Masterlist

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Trust in Me (FO!Poe Dameron x F!Reader Part 2)

Pairing: First Order!Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst. Cursing. Brief fighting. Death. Mentions of suicide. Age gap but all parties are of legal age. Mild flirting.

Word count: 4.8k+

Summary: You fly to Taris in preparation for your meeting with First Order General Poe Dameron. 

Part 1 + Masterlist

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“I’d rather go alone, General.”  Your chin lifted at your statement, pushing your shoulders back, and holding General Organa’s gaze.

General Organa sighed at your words, pinching the nose of her bridge. “Look, this could be dangerous. We can’t risk you getting hurt out there again.”

“General, with all due respect, I don’t think it’s wise to risk more than one person just to bring in a mole.”

“This isn’t just a mole, Captain, and you know that.” General Organa walked away from you, gesturing with her fingers for you to follow. You marched beside her obediently, shoulders squared and posture straight.

“General, please,” you pleaded. “I’ll be even more cautious than last time. I’ll bring him in handcuffed, patted-down, blindfolded, whatever it takes. Please, you have to trust me.”

General Organa halted in place, turning to you. She took a deep, exasperated breath before saying, “Promise me. At the first sign of trouble, whether stormtroopers are with him or he even looks at you funny, you get out of there.”

“I promise, General,” you nodded.

“Good. You check in every two days. You leave tonight for recon. As soon as you make contact, you check in directly with me. You know the protocol when taking in defectors. Also, take BB-8 with you.”

Confusion set across your face at her command. “Don’t you think BB-8 would be a little…obvious. Plus, I’d have to fly a tandem.”

“Trust me, Captain. No one on Taris will notice.”

“Yes, General.” You nodded once more and turned to walk away when you felt General Organa’s hand on your shoulder.

“Captain?”

“Yes?”

“Be careful out there,” Leia’s eyes softened at the determined look on your face. “We’d hate to lose you.”

You placed your hand over hers before affirming her, “Thank you. I won’t let you down.”

Leia nodded at your words and let you go. You turned a corner into an empty hallway, glancing left and right. Once you were sure no one was around, you leaned against the wall, letting your body relax and heave with the breaths you were previously holding. An overwhelming feeling that ignited in the middle of your chest was now spreading to the tips of your fingers, making your hands uncontrollably quiver. Eyes squeezed shut, fists balled up, and lips pursed, you took shorter, shakier breaths. In and out. In and out. The image of the handsome First Order general started to manifest itself in your mind as your breaths slowed. You opened your eyes wide, blinking several times to get rid of the small sparkling bits in your sight. This was it. Tracking the general had slowly consumed you, and your encounter with him had played in your mind repeatedly until even your mind had tired of his image.

As soon as you had received General Dameron’s call, you reported immediately to General Organa, who wasted no time in drawing up a plan to bring him in. You were first assigned to be a part of a group consisting of fighters to meet with General Dameron. This isn’t necessary, you had insisted to General Organa. After what happened last time, you feared what would happen if more of you were captured. The First Order grew stronger and stronger everyday, and The Resistance was starting to fall behind. Mistakes. Slip-ups. Weak links. None of them. There was absolutely no margin for error anymore. You walked back to your quarters, grabbed a bag, and started packing clothes for your mission, with no idea how long this will take. The comlink and note weighed heavily in your pocket. He had not called since his first message yesterday, and you were left guessing what the man had in mind. You took out the note with Dameron’s scribbled message to you.

“Soon. -P”

The paper itself had a well-worn crease down the middle. Slight coffee stains and slightly bent edges. The note never left your person — a constant reminder of the task, the person you were assigned. An urgent knocking at the door had you scrambling to hide the note back in your pocket.

“Come in!” you permitted. Your dear friend, Rose Tico, entered the room, her brows scrunched and movements hurried. She shut the door behind her and waited for no greeting before asking,

“You’re going to Taris?! Alone?”

“Hello to you too, Rose.”

“Hi.” She sat on your bed and looked up at you. “Why are you going alone?”

“How’d you even find out about that? This mission is classified,” you countered. You started rifling through your drawers for last minute additions to your sparse luggage, purposefully avoiding Rose’s inquisitive stare. You clicked your utility belt around your hips and placed your blaster in the holster.

“General Organa told me to talk to you before you left. Something about making sure you’re thinking straight.”

“I’m thinking just fine. I need to do this alone. We’re not doing so great right now, and we can’t risk anyone else getting hurt, being caught, or worse,” you reasoned. You remained standing when you finally met Rose’s gaze. As expected, she was shaking her head in disagreement.

“What if this is a trick? What if he’s just trying to figure out how to get to our base, so the First Order can attack us?”

“Rose, there is protocol in place for defectors. You know that. Besides, “ you paused before continuing. “There are…measures…in place if a Resistance member is captured with no way out.”

“That’s why I’m saying you shouldn’t be alone! It doesn’t have to come to that!” Rose exclaimed.

“That’s exactly why I need to be alone! We can’t risk anyone else, and I am willing to do whatever it takes for The Resistance. Even that,” your voice faltered at your last words. Mortality and death were realities that permanently rested in the backs of all Resistance members’ minds. For a strong front, you couldn’t even bring yourself to say the ultimate act of sacrifice to protect The Resistance. Missions, especially like this one, always brought those realities to the front and center of your mind. “I will be fine. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Rose’s inquisitive stare morphed into one of worry. She rose from the bed and wrapped her arms around you, squeezing tightly. “Please be safe,” she whispered. You wrapped your arms around her in return, nodding your head.

“I will.”

Rose pulled away and nodded. She grabbed your bag off your bed and handed it to you. “Come on. I’ll walk you to the runway.” You grabbed a bag of credits off your bedside table and took one last look at your quarters before leaving. Rose and you walked in unison to the runway, with her rattling off the list of improvements and maintenance she had made to the unique tandem X-wing you will be flying while you nodded along, mind traveling to ponder on the whereabouts of a certain First Order general. It wasn’t until BB-8 had appeared in your sight that you were brought back to present reality. BB-8 greeted you with enthusiastic beeps, excited to go on its first mission with you. While the BB unit was not new to The Resistance, it did not have a permanent companion. Rather, it was used between several commanding officers, and this would be the first time it would accompany you.

“Hi, BB-8!” Rose greeted.

“Hey, buddy,” you crouched down to the droid’s level, patting its body before asking, “you ready to go?” BB-8 responded with another series of happy beeps before turning its head and rolling towards your ship. Rose boarded with you and conducted a final check of all equipment and gear, as if she hadn’t already done so a thousand times already. BB-8 was also familiarizing itself with the tandem X-wing, quickly finding the droid socket and calculating coordinates to the Lower City of Taris. You set down your bag in the small area by your feet before stepping down to where Rose waited.

“Please…be safe,” Rose reminded.

“I will. I promise,” you affirmed. Rose and you embraced in farewell for the time being. You climbed into the cockpit and closed it, placing your helmet on and switching on the comlink to check in with your communications officer by stating your rank, name, and destination. The engine whirred to life as you flipped the switches on the dashboard. “Confirming coordinates to Lower City of Taris. Ready to go, BB-8?” BB-8 beeped in response, confirming your destination.

“Runway cleared for takeoff, Captain. You are good to go,” the communications officer announced.

“Captain?” General Organa’s voice buzzed into your ear.

“Yes, General?”

“May the Force be with you.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Inhale — taking all the anxiety and worries to the very center of your chest. Exhale — blowing those anxieties and worries into the air. You taxied onto the runway, and with BB-8’s assurance, took off into the sky and out of D’Qar. You couldn’t really tell how long the trip to Taris actually was. Your mind had wandered off like usual and was broken by BB-8’s announcement of needing to enter the planet’s atmosphere soon. You switched your comlink on to inform the communications officer that you were preparing to enter the planet’s atmosphere. The communications officer confirmed your location and intent before giving you the green light to go.

The clouds around you were darkly colored and thick as you entered the atmosphere. Once you had flown the plane into a low-enough altitude and the clouds cleared away, the sight of the Lower City made your breath hitch. The Lower City was littered with wrecked ships. Old shipping containers were stacked on top of one another as makeshift homes. A thick layer of dark smog settled over the Lower City. Meanwhile, in the distance, tall, sleek, and modern skyscrapers shot through the pollution surrounding them — a stark contrast from the bordering Lower City that was hardly a step above a large junkyard. After circling the Lower City, it was clear there would be nowhere safe to land. You flew over to the Upper City where BB-8 quickly located a landing bay. You landed with no problem and paid the standing fees to the bay’s attendant.

You slung your bag over your shoulder before asking the attendant, “Where can I find lodging around here?”

“It depends on how much you want to spend. The nicer inns are here in the surrounding cities of Upper City. Can’t miss them. There’s at least three every few blocks. If you want to stay somewhere cheap though, you have to go to the Lower City. I wouldn’t stay there if I were you though. Really not safe,” the attendant kept rattling off information about the latest crimes they had heard about in the Lower City. After a minute or two, you had to cut in

“Thanks for all that. How do I get to Lower City from here?” you asked.

“I really wouldn’t recommend that. The swoop gangs around there have been shooting at anybody in the street, and it’s crawling with people who…” the sound of you discreetly placing additional credits into their palm quieted them. “…there’s a crossroads south of here where you’ll find a [Bek] base. There’s elevators there that will take you down to the Lower City.”

“Thank you for all your help, and for your…discretion on my whereabouts” you nodded and walked away, BB-8 rolling right by your side. You headed south to the aforementioned base. Judging from the outside, the base was quite busy with all sorts of creatures and droids roaming about. Everyone walked with a stiffened posture, oblivious to anyone outside of the party they were talking to. BB-8 beeped in a hopeful tone, remarking that maybe this wasn’t as bad as it looked. “Stick close, BB-8,” you warned. The elevators were difficult to locate through all the winding hallways. Moreover, the deeper you went into base, the more your unease grew. Loud chattering grew into buzzing whispers. Avoidance of eye contact turned into open stares and sneers. BB-8 was silently rolling by your side, knowing that its bright orange-and-white exterior acted as a stark beacon compared to those surrounding it. It was as if everyone in the lower half of the base had communicated with each other to wear dark colors before coming here, you mused. You went into an elevator heading into the Lower City, making sure to avoid looking at any of the other occupants.

The doors opened to reveal the unsettling image of the wasteland that was the Lower City. A scorched and faded sign swinging back and forth precariously over your head clarified this was the Tallinn district. The makeshift buildings around you were former shipping containers repurposed to serve as homes and establishments. The pungent air around you was thick with humidity, making the smog that laid low over the city even worse. Breathing the air around you was like trying to breathe underwater, and the polluted air burned your already-tired eyes. There were laughing children running around and weaving through the street. The crowd moved in clusters, mostly concentrated in the middle of the street. It was near impossible not to bump shoulders with anyone when walking.

Clutching your bag close to you, you started to walk down the side of the main street, carefully scanning the crowd and buildings to gain a sense of familiarity. You made sure to keep away from the dark alleys but kept to the side to avoid being swept into the crowd and losing BB-8. Looking around, you quickly realized there was no sure way to distinguish homes versus businesses. They often doubled as both. Cantinas, for example, would have levels above them that served as apartments for the owners and their families. You could tell from the windows carved into the sides of the shipping containers. The lower levels would show patrons drinking, talking and laughing. The upper levels had barred windows with drying clothes hanging from the bars. Creatures would stare out of the windows, observing the busy crowd moving through the street. Vines and fungi grew on the sides of all the shipping containers. The fungi on the ground were stamped out in the areas with heavy traffic, but they still flourished at the bottom edges of where the ground and the shipping containers met.  

BB-8 alarmingly beeped in warning before you felt a hand go over your mouth and an arm go around your neck to pull you into one of the very alleys you were trying to avoid. The adrenaline surged through your body as you forcibly turned your head to the side and brought your leg out, widening your stance, while pushing down on the arm around you.  You placed your leg behind the assailant’s leg that was closest to you and grabbed the backs of their knees. Keeping the center of your gravity low, you pushed your hips outward, taking the assailant down and forcing them onto their back while you kept your foot farthest away planted on the ground and knee bent to break your impact. A loud groan came from your assailant. You dropped a sharp elbow into the assailant’s stomach before scrambling up and pointing your blaster at their curled-up figure. Before you or BB-8 could react, two blue beams of blaster bolts shot out and hit your assailant, killing them.

You and the droid looked ahead to find a figure clad in all black and grey, a black helmet obscuring their face. Their blaster was held in one hand and remained aimed at your assailant, but the gaze of their visor was directly on you.

“We don’t want any trouble,” you announced, placing your hand over the trigger and pointing your blaster straight at their head in defense.

“You did well, clever girl,” the figure’s modulated voice commented. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you slightly lowered your blaster, squinting at the figure. There was only one person in the world who had ever called you that.  

“General Dameron?!” you exclaimed.

“Sssshhhh. Someone might hear you,” General Dameron warned. “There’s no need for all this.” He waved his blaster to indicate you to holster your weapon. He was the one who put his weapon away first, however, and walked around the body and towards you. He pressed a button on the side of his helmet which revealed the eyes that have been emblazoned into your mind for Maker knows how long. His pace toward you was slow and measured. Even lacking a weapon, he had the power to intimidate you with his very presence. As he got closer, you raised your blaster once more to aim at his head, but he merely lowered your blaster with his hand. Your arms automatically gave way to the General’s nonverbal command, and you holstered your weapon before crossing your arms.

“Gotta say I’m impressed,” he commended. “That was a quick takedown.”

“That’s not saying much. It wasn’t hard,” you quipped. He raised his eyebrow at your proud words. “Now talk. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing, clever girl. You’re a day early.”

“So are you. How’d you even find me? There’s a million people on this street.”

“There’s not many on this planet who have a bright orange and white BB unit as a companion, my dear. It wasn’t hard,” he repeated your words back to you in a bordering-on-mocking tone. Damn it, Leia, you thought. BB-8 let out a series of angry beeps and shot out one of his metal extensions, sparks emanating from the tip and threateningly pointed at Dameron. “Cute,” General Dameron quipped.

“You didn’t answer my first question, General.”

“Please, call me Poe, clever girl, but not around here. People can’t know I’m here.”

“What are you doing here so early?” you gritted out through clenched teeth.

“I didn’t say I was arriving in two days. I said to meet me here in two days. I didn’t know you were going to come early.”

“Well why are we here at the Lower City of Taris of all places?”

“You don’t like the place I picked out for us?” Poe feigned hurt at your words, and you rolled your eyes in response. “I had to meet an informant here before I met with your general. Plus, this was the perfect planet for my plans.”

“What plans?” you asked.

General Dameron looked around at the darkening night sky, his expression going from teasing to stoic, the very expression that invaded your thoughts since the day you met. He met your eyes before suggesting, “I think it’s best if we find lodging for the night. The last thing we need is to be caught out after curfew.” BB-8 beeped in suspicion at Poe’s suggestion, offering to shock him, so that the two of you can make a run for it. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Poe warned BB-8.

You took a deep breath and secured your bag to your back. “Lead the way.” Poe pressed the button on the side of his helmet to close his opaque visor over his eyes. BB-8 and you followed Poe deeper into Taris. The once lively crowd in the streets were now growing sparse and dispersing. Windows were being locked shut. Patrons and owners were bringing in chairs and tables back into their respective establishments before going their separate ways. There would be the odd child being dragged by their arm or the back of their shirt by their parent back to their homes. BB-8 was silent when rolling by you, and you couldn’t help but share in the wariness the droid was exhibiting. Poe led you to an unmarked building and gestured for you to go inside first. You thanked him and stepped inside, and the sight had you glancing around in impressed awe. The building, like everything else in Lower City, was made of old shipping containers and spare parts salvaged from shipwrecks. It was bigger than you’d expected. Multiple containers had been welded together to build this surprisingly cozy yet spacious inn. The lobby had creatures of all kinds lounging around, and lively music played from a small radio in the corner. Yellow lights from the ceiling gave off a dim glow at best, enough so that you can see in front of you. Poe walked up to the receptionist desk where a droid was wiping down the desk  Their attention was caught by Poe clearing his throat, and his deep modulated voice saying, “She needs a room.”

The droid creaked as their head turned to Poe and replied, “I must apologize, sir, but we are at full occupancy tonight. I would suggest Mako’s across the street, but…” the sound of loud growling and several blaster shots rang out, interrupting the droid before it continued. “It is past curfew. My suggestion would be for her to stay with you.” Poe only nodded and marched to the bottom of the stairs in the corner. He turned to meet your wide-eyed stare and BB-8’s protesting beeps. You heard him sigh before walking over to you, grabbing your arm and dragging you up the stairs. BB-8’s awkward clunking was right behind you, and you started smacking at Poe’s firm grip on your arm.

“Stop pulling me!” you wrenched your arm away from Poe. “I know how to walk by my self.”

“Sorry.” he gruntled. Poe scanned the card to his room, opening the door for you and BB-8 to enter first. The walls bore no decorations. You could see a tiny bathroom immediately to your left. There was one window in the room, and it was covered by stained blue curtains. There was a lone lamp that provided a flickering yellow light to illuminate the room. A small table and two chairs lay in another corner. In the middle of the room, up against the wall, was one small bed.

“Nope.” You turned the knob, wrenching the door open when Poe appeared in front of you, slamming the door closed with one hand.

“Where do you think you’re going, clever girl?” Poe questioned, leading closer toward you. You tried to shove him away from you, but he barely moved an inch from your impact. Instead, you walked to the opposite corner where the table and chair were and crossed your arms, glaring at him defiantly and creating the badly-needed distance between you two. BB-8 rolled with you and placed itself in the middle of you and Poe, acting as a buffer.

“You must be out of your damn mind if you think we’re sleeping in the same bed, General.”

“Poe, and I was actually going to offer to sleep on the chair. You’re gonna get yourself killed if you tried to walk out of this inn at this hour.” he started to walk towards you, but you stuck your arm out.

“Not another step,” you warned. BB-8 beeped in agreement and stuck out an arm with a small flame burning at the end of it. “I got a lot of questions for you, General.”

“It’s Poe,” he reminded calmly. He took off his helmet to reveal his chiseled features, still so annoyingly attractive even with his hair and beard in disarray. “As much as I want to get to know each other, it’s been a long day. You can use the bathroom first.” You narrowed your eyes at him before clutching your bag and side-stepping your way to the bathroom, keeping your eyes on him the entire time before shutting the door. BB-8 rolled in front of you, keeping the burning flame pointed towards Poe before standing guard. You looked at your disheveled self in the faint reflection of the scratched up metal slab that served as a mirror. You ran the faucet, splashing water on your face repeatedly before realizing the water may have been tinted yellow. The bathroom’s light made it impossible to distinguish whether or not the water was tinted, but the slight odor was enough for you to stop using it. You quickly got dressed into a clean shirt and trousers, grateful for the feeling of fresh linen against your skin compared to the humidity that seemed to stick to your clothes. You took a deep breath before opening the door. BB-8 beeped in greeting and rolled aside. You were greeted by the sight of Poe staring out the window, shirtless, with black linen pants hanging low on his hips. Your sharp intake of breath snapped Poe’s head to you. He smirked at your reaction.

“Perhaps on another occasion, clever girl,” Poe teased. Although seemingly impossible in this sweltering humidity, an embarrassed heat crawled up your neck and fanned in your cheeks. He chuckled at your lack of response. You sat down your bag on the table next to the bed, but you remain standing, watching his movements. He sat down into the chair and propped his feet up on the opposite chair, crossing his hands over his abdomen. You noticed a chain a metal chain with a ring at the end on lying against his bronzed chest. He took a deep breath before closing his eyes, and saying, “I promise I’ll answer all your questions in the morning. For now, we need to sleep. Goodnight.” His head bobbed back against the chair.

“Goodnight,” you returned. You couldn’t help but to stare at Poe. The infamous First Order general was sitting in front of you, shirtless, weapons in front of him, and trying to sleep. Of all the scenarios you have ran through your head when finally collecting him for The Resistance, this was definitely not in the top rankings. You remembered his face to always have worn a stoic expression, never reflective of any feelings he may have. Now, his face was relaxed. The only signs of his usual stoic manner were the wrinkles between his forehead where he regularly furrowed his brows. With his handsome face so relaxed, he appeared years younger. He was…cute, you begrudgingly admitted.

“I can feel you staring,” Poe muttered.

You cheeks flooded with heat yet again, and you suppressed an embarrassed smile threatening to make its way onto your face. You placed your holstered blaster on top of the beside table and moved your bag to the floor. BB-8 rolled by your bedside table and beeped for permission. You patted the BB unit’s head. “Go ahead and power down, buddy.” BB-8 beeped goodnight before powering down in one of the empty corners of the room. You climbed under the covers and flicked off the lone lamp, flooding the room in darkness, only the glow of the collective street lights outside filtered through the curtains. The soft notes of the music playing downstairs along with Poe’s steady breathing were the only sounds in the room. The word “bed” was too generous of a word for what you were currently laying on, you concluded. It might as well have been plywood with feathers on top, and you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. You kept shifting and changing your position. On to your side. On to your back. On to your other side. On to your stomach before making your way full circle and lying on your side. You huffed at the pressure on your hip before grabbing the other pillow. You were going to use the pillow to relieve the pressure on your hips and lower back when you thought of the man sitting in front of you. The man who was currently trying to sleep with his neck bent back, on non-cushioned chairs, and no pillow. You thought for a moment.

“Poe?”

“Yeah?” he answered, his voice clear of any notes of being asleep moments before, confirming your notion that he couldn’t sleep either.

“Catch.” You threw the extra pillow at Poe, who caught it with ease. You hesitated before offering “…you can sleep in the bed, but stay on your side.” He met your offer with silence. You waved off the embarrassment of having asked, reasoning with yourself that you were being nice. Your eyelids were starting to grow heavy. Breaths steadying as sleep prepared to settle into your body. However, you were jolted awake by the screech of the chair sliding against the floor. You were able to count to ten before you felt the bed dip under Poe’s weight as he climbed under the covers, keeping his back to yours. You secretly grinned in delight at his actions. “Goodnight, Poe,” you whispered.

“Goodnight.” Poe mumbled.

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Poe Dameron / Reward

Prompts: “I still do the talking here” + “I know what I want”

Summary: First Order General Poe Dameron had been ignoring you after your rendezvous outside the catina. But then he calls to his office, where it first began, and where it would end. 

Word Count: 3.924

Warnings: NC-17, i think, office sex, dirty talk, thigh riding, oral (m receiving), possibly other warnings i may not remember, 

Punishment (can be read separately) 

"Soldier, I need to speak to you in my office," General Poe Dameron's deep rumble sent shivers down your spine, for more than one reason. The soldiers around you tensed, others relaxed — if another was punished, it meant they were likely to be spared. But didn't they already know they would be spared? Your very presence ensured that, didn't it? It didn't take long for rumors to have spread about you and the General — not by the looks you got the next morning. 

You looked to his slicked back curls, caressing the back of his neck. His uniform was crisp, the collar of his uniform peeked through. But you couldn't find the need to care about others — there was only one gaze you cared about. 

But did he? 

He held your heart in his hands, but you knew nothing of his. It had been weeks since your "punishment." Weeks since he claimed you as his own. His blue-black markings had faded from your body. But even now, you could feel his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs, the taste of his lips on yours, and the drag of his teeth across his neck. But more than that, you craved his words of possession, his body pressed against yours between silky sheets and soft pillows — you wanted to hear your name fall from his lips, not only as a moan, but whispered against the shell of your ear. 

But did he? 

He hadn't looked at you since you had left. Was he ashamed? He knew the consequences of exposing your relationship — perhaps he had thought he was above them. Maybe he had been reprimanded. Or, you suppress a shudder, now he was making you an example. You were only a soldier — easily missed and easily replaceable. He was a general — those were not so easily replaced. 

You swallow the lump in your throat, following behind him with quiet footsteps, still echoing against the floor. The still silence of the winding halls did nothing to soothe your leaping pulse and twisted stomach. But that paled in comparison to your mind. 

What was wrong? The thought spiraled in your mind over and over again — until the words lost all meaning. Usually, his hand would be pressed to your back as he guided you through the halls. Not one would dare to stare or gawk — not if they valued their life. The touch was subtle, but sent a message — you were his, and you were not to be harmed. Or spoken to apparently. Even the few acquaintances you had gathered over the years, carefully cultivated to know they wouldn’t backstab you for praise or a promotion at even the slightest hint of dissatisfaction with your superiors, had disappeared from your sides. 

You couldn’t blame them. You knew what you were going to lose when this began. Your gaze fell to him again. 

How was it that this first began again? 

You had felt him that morning, his presence. He stilled the quiet chatter of the officers, and you knew he had returned. The soldiers slowly lined up in neat rows, yourself on nearly at the very far end of the line, tucked between two soldiers. Your shoulders nearly knocked against theirs as you stepped into place, licking your incredibly dry lips. His boots echoed against the floor, sucking the air from the lungs of each soldier he passed. And his gaze when he met yours, he had stolen your very heart. 

Not in that moment. No. That would be too easy, too simple, too clean. And everything you two was all too complicated and all too messy, even from the start. This was no surgery — there were no precise cuts and quick stitches. No. Instead, his fingers had already cracked your chest open, ripping your still beating heart from between your ribs. And now it was his — and he held it. Just he held your gaze and your very life in his hand. 

It was just supposed to be a simple spot check. Nothing more, nothing less. But it was not. But then again, nothing was simple. 

No, otherwise you wouldn’t have been pulled out of line, trailing behind him, as you did now, to his office. You wouldn’t have noticed the dark glint in his eyes nor the flash of his sharp teeth against his bottom lip. You wouldn’t have leaned into his touch when he showed exactly what was wrong with your uniform — that you were wearing it at all. Instead, you were going to wear his bruises — black and blue against your skin — from the marks sucked on your neck, from his thick fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, from the lip of the desk as he fucked you against it. His lips brushing your ear, hot mouth sucking your earlobe as he told you just how tight and warm you were around his cock. 

No, nothing was ever simple. 

And neither was this. As his head snapped around, tugging you into his office once again with a tight grip around your wrist. You stumble, barely catching yourself as you hear the door seal shut behind you, locked. You open your mouth to speak, but it turns to a small squeak as he strides towards you, eyes lidded as his hand clamps your mouth shut. 

“I need you to listen and to listen carefully,” he breaths, his low voice below a whisper, “I’m going to fuck you now, nice and slow, and I need you to be loud, vocal for me. I have to tell you some things I don’t want anyone to hear — and anyone who tries has to hear us, has to hear you, got it?” 

You stare at him, eyes wide. And he pauses, fingers tilting your chin, and you realize he’s waiting — waiting for your say-so. The thought sends a hot wave of arousal down your body, nodding eagerly. He wastes no time, a fervent hand unbuckling the belt of your jacket and fingers pulling apart the collar of your jacket. He pays no mind to your wrinkled brow or the lips pursed against his palm. 

The corners of his mouth quirk at your lack of a bra, "That's against regulation, isn't it sweetheart?" his voice sends a shiver down your spine, your freshly pressed jacket crumples on the floor of his office, “but then again so is this.” 

The hand against your mouth leaves you, his hands busy unbuttoning your pants, “General,” goosebumps bloom across your skin, as he tugs them down, forcing you to step out of them. He is unwilling to contend with any questions, any inquiries — lips far too busy at the juncture of your shoulder and neck, smirking as your pulse jumps under his attention. Teasing fingers rubbing against your panties, before he rips them from your body, the sound of tearing fabric making you “please—” 

“I needed an excuse, a reason to get you alone,” his breath is heavy in your ear, and he chooses that moment to plunge two fingers inside you. A gasp into a moan — he does not waste time, pumping hard and fast into your slick heat, pulling more moans from your lips. His thick fingers stretch your walls, a third finger slipping in with ease, “Since our little stunt, Hux has been breathing down my neck about professionalism and decorum, and he hasn’t allowed me even a moment, a second.” his hoarse words are barely audible over the squelch of his fingers, “but this was different — he didn’t want me alone with you because he didn’t want me to tell you.” His fingers are splayed across your hip as he pulls you snug against his hips, his hardness pressing into your ass, “The First Order — things are going sideways. It’s over.” 

“It’s over—” He redoubles his efforts, not bothering to stifle your gasp, lips and teeth baring down on your neck and sucking, as his other hand squeezes your breast. Your hips roll against his fingers unabashedly, questions second, and pleasure first. 

His fingers roll over your clit, murmuring in your ear, “Scream my name for me, baby.” And you do, as he pulls you over the edge, fingers unyielding as he drags your orgasm out, thumb rubbing at your clit. You twitch under his touch, using his body to hold yourself up, your fingernails digging into his shoulder, head buried in the nap of his neck. He finally pulls his fingers from your soaked core, dripping onto the silver floors, lifting them to his mouth, licking your essence from his fingers, his deep groan vibrates against your chest, “so fucking sweet.” 

His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, as he carries you over to his desk, sitting in his plush chair, placing you spread across one of his thighs. You moan softly at the friction of the coarse material of his uniform underneath your sensitive core, cheeks burning as you feel yourself soak his pants. You want to move — to get up or get off — only you don’t know which one. So instead you ask: “what do you mean it’s over?” 

His thigh rolls against you, fingers grasping at his shoulders, “I mean it’s over — they’re done for. It’s in the cards.” 

You blink. No. No. It can’t be over. It can’t. You peer at him, his eyes dropped to his lap, and you feel your blood boil, lava flooding your veins, “And what? You brought me here to tell me this and have one good last fuck—” he grabs your face, bringing it to his own.

“I still do the talking here, sweetheart,” his fingers squeeze your jaw, eyes solid black, “I am still your commanding officer, especially you’re fucking spread across my lap, dripping for me. Or is this not for me?” he moves his thigh again, and you hiss, “are you, “did you not come to my office for me to fuck you?” 

“Fuck you,” you whimper as his fingers ghost your spread inner thighs. 

“That’s what I’m going to do, sweetness, after you earn it,” his last words have a hard edge to them, "you want to fuck me? Fuck yourself against my thigh, and that's an order." you grit your teeth, but you cannot stifle the moan that leaves your lips, "now are you going to follow orders?" 

Your breath catches in your chest, gritting your teeth as desperation begins to thrum through your body. You don't care about your anger, you don't care about your confusion — you only care about getting off. 

You ride him, feeling the hard muscle under your burning pussy, as his eyes flitted from where your cunt met his thigh to your breasts. His mouth closes around your nipple, sucking and licking before his teeth graze it. It's too much. 

“We have to leave," his hot breath fans against your chest, broad fingers squeezing your hips, "we don't have a choice."

"We?" His fingers fist in your hair, pulling your head back, his lidded eyes staring down at you. He grins, tracing your jawline gently, before grasping your chin

"Of course," his fingertips tilt your gaze upwards, "you're mine after all."

“I’m not yours—” his thigh rolls against you again, and he forces you to ride him, hard and fast, bringing you closer to the edge, before he stops, “fuck—”

“Didn’t you let everyone know just how much you are very much mine? Or were you lying?” you whimper, trying to move, but his hands grip you, holding you down, “I’m trying to protect you — just because the First Order falls, doesn’t mean we have to.” 

A terse chuckle, “What about our mission?” 

“Mission,” he repeats, leaning back in his chair, “I don’t think I even know what the fuck our mission was in the first place,” his brow furrows, as he tugs you impossibly closer up his thigh, and he swallows your moan with a kiss — the first one he’s given you since you have gotten here —- soft and insistent, before he parts, “I know what I want,” he breathes, “do you?” 

“And what is it you want?” he smiles as he presses another sweet kiss to you, feeling the curl of his lips against yours. 

“You,” and your lips meet again, this time your hand cupping his cheek, your heart squeezing — he wanted you. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting you wholly and fully. He wanted you, the thought repeated in your head, over and over and over again. 

Your teeth bite your kiss ruined lips, “And how do you want me?” You slip from his lap, but you don’t wait for his answer, busy unbuckling his belt. 

“Sweetness, fuck,” he lifts his hips, helping you slide the pants down his waist. You eye the erection tented in his boxers, toying with the waistband, as you smiled up at your very much frustrated General, "get on with it." 

You raise an eyebrow, pulling the waistband down to reveal his hardness, the pre-cum nearly dripping now, "Was that an order, General?" His growl falters as you press a kiss to his weeping head. 

Lips parted, his head resting against the chair, he stares down at you with dark eyes, his fingers fist in your hair, “This is an order.” 

Your mouth opens just as he pushes himself in. You savor the weight of his length in your mouth, how his hips jerk at even the slightest twitch of your tongue, and the guttural groans and soft pants that filled your ears. Your tongue teased up and down his length, tracing the large vein. You taste him — the taste that is so uniquely him that it makes your chest ache. And you indulge yourself with the thought that you were one of few who had tasted him like this, one of the few who had gotten to see him — kiss ruined lips parted, head tossed back to reveal his chiseled neck, and the curls of salt and pepper hair utterly debauched. 

"Your mouth is made for me to fuck it, sweetness," he grunts, pleased eyes glued to your depraved position, “you’re so pretty like this, on your knees for me. I wish I could keep you like this, baby, underneath my desk the next time Hux decides to fucking bother me,” your whimper vibrates against him, and he smiles, “too bad we won’t be here long enough to do that.” 

You hum around him in affirmation, and he likes it — judging from the sigh that parts his lips. And you know he’s close, fingers roughly tugging you closer, forcing you to take more of him in your mouth. Voice low and husky, he asks, “You want me to cum in your mouth, sweetheart?” 

That’s when you suck, long and hard around his length, blood no longer runs through your veins, but lava, as he cums. His seed runs warm down your throat, as he holds your head in place, until he slumps against his chair, his fingers untangling themselves from your hair. You slid his length from your mouth, pressing small kisses to his inner thighs, watching you with lidded eyes. His fingers brush your jaw, lifting your gaze to his with gentle fingers. 

“When are we going to leave?” you ask, ignoring the ache between your thighs, the slickness you were sure was a pool of arousal underneath you. 

He pulls you into his lap again, this time your warmth perched over his cock. You jerk, the empty ache of your sex more prominent with his hardness against your thigh. You’re drenched. And you know he notices. You feel his smirk, when he presses a lazy kiss to the hollow of your throat, “Soon. We don’t have much time. It will have to be tonight.” 

“Tonight?” your pulse jumps — and you don’t know if it's from his fingers brushing your hips, turning you around so it’s like you’re sitting in his lap. He lifts you again, allowing the head of his cock to slip into your silky cunt. You keen against him, trembling above him as you sink onto him completely, insistent fingers still digging into your hips. And you realize why with a strained whine — he wasn’t letting you move. 

“Tonight, after dinner,” he mouths the words against your shoulder, “you’re going to come back to my room, where I’ll make it clear that we aren’t to be disturbed. You wait there for me, and I’ll come back for you, baby.” 

“I don’t want you to go alone—” you squeal as he moves you, pushing himself deeper into your tight warmth, “General, it’s not safe—” 

“Are you questioning my authority, officer?” he purrs, rocking his hips against you, and you yelp. He stills again, lips slowly tracing you, “You oughta be sure about doing that. You know I don’t respond well to insubordination. ” 

“No, General,” you note a small shiver that travels down his body and up yours, “But—” 

“I know you could help me,” he breaths, his hands snaking around to your breasts, pinching and teasing, “I know you’re more capable than Hugs, than Ren, than the entire fucking First Order, but—” 

“But I’m not letting you go alone,” you jerk backwards, rewarded with a quiet groan in your ear, his hands darting “punishment or not.” 

He sighs, burying his face in the nape of your neck, beard scratching against your skin, and you shiver, “There’s no changing your mind, is there?” you feel his lips smile against your skin, before pressing a kiss there, “Well I guess we’ve both pulled off crazier stunts than this.” 

“Have we?” and he begins to fuck you in earnest, hips rutting against yours. It’s too much. His pants in your ear, the dizzying smell of sweat and sex, the blood roaring in your ears, the slick noises as he drives deeper into your dripping sex. You arch into his solid chest, as his fingers find your chin, pulling you into a kiss. He swallows your moans eagerly, before his fingers slid down to your clit. 

You can’t stop yourself from jerking against his touch, fingernails brushing against your sensitive walls,  “I should’ve had you like this, perfect pussy sat upon my cock, soaking it like you are right now.” he forces your gaze downward, “Look at how eager your cunt is swallowing me, it’s like you’re made for me,” He nips at the juncture of your neck, sucking a pretty bruise there, “and it is because you are.” You moan, his fingers circle your clit faster, his hips stutter against you. 

“Say my name,” his other hand wraps around your throat, fingers squeezing. 

“General,” you gasp, breath caught in your throat, and his teeth scrape against your burning skin. 

“No, say my name,” 

“Poe,” it falls from your lips in a whisper into the expanse of his office, as your hands try to grip onto the armrests of the chair, fingernails digging into the plush cushions. He grunts, as you fall apart around him, his name a prayer on your lips, again and again and again. His hand gently turns your face so he can watch you. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining as he squeezes it — as if to reaffirm you are still there, you are still with him. Even in this never-ending war where neither of you no longer have a place in, both of you still have a place, and that’s with each other. 

His hips languidly rock against yours one last time before he spills inside you, your name on his lips. And you hear it echo in your ears. Over and over. And you wish you could see his face, see the flush of his cheeks and the ghost of your name on his lips. You wished you could see it forever — hear him say your name whispered like a prayer in this wholly fucked up galaxy — wished it could be emblazoned across your memory. And you realize for a moment — maybe it can. 

You slump against him in his lap, his softening cock still sheathed in you. But he doesn’t push you away. He doesn’t pull away as he did before. Instead, his arm coils around you, tugging you impossibly closer to him, his face buried in the crook of your neck. You shiver at the scratch of his beard dragging over your skin. 

“Where will we go?” you ask. You knew of no place, but the First Order. Not until him. He rests his chin on your shoulder, a quiet hum vibrating against your skin. 

“I have an idea of where, but it may be some time before we can settle there,” he says against the shell of your ear, “after the First Order falls. We can make...a home.” 

“A home?” he sighs, helping you slide out of him, so you could face him. A quiet groan stuck in his chest, as you sat again, eyes wide and pretty.  

A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, “Of course, because you’re mine,” he presses another kiss to your lips, “it’s only fair — after all, I’m yours.” 

~~~

In the quiet woods of Yavin IV, the whir of a TIE fighter could be heard — years after the war was over. It was as predicted — the First Order did fall. The Resistance took their victory, and took the enemies as prisoners as well. Every high ranking officer of the First Order was apprehended — all except one. First Order Defector General Poe Dameron was a wanted man. Except they couldn’t find him. 

But they might. 

“You have to stop flying that thing around,” you cross your arms, sitting with your back to him in the small cabin you called a home, “or are you trying to alert the entire planet to our presence here?” 

You hear the smirk in his voice, his heavy boots thump against the ground, “Relax, sweetness, no one saw me. I was sure of that. I wasn't the best pilot in the First Order for nothing.” 

You roll your eyes, "Don't think that's something you should be bragging about. Now or ever." You knew what you had done — though neither of you had much of a choice. Taken as children. Forced into service. Brainwashed. But was that enough to wash the blood from your hands? The lives you had taken? The ghosts that still dogged every step you took— 

You didn’t know. 

His arms curl around you, the scratch of his beard against your neck, fingers interlaced with yours easily — a perfect fit, “Well it brought me you, didn’t it?” 

You smile, turning to face him, pressing a kiss to his lips, “It did.” 

He fingers the hem of your shirt, eyes flickering from your face to your chest and back, “Is that my shirt?” 

All you did know is that you had your chance at happiness, he was right in front of you — his curls more salt than pepper now, smile lines etched into his face, and he was made of blood and bone and life — and you were never going to let him go. 

Your fingers grip the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, “Yes, it is,” you press your forehead to his, “and what are you going to do about it?” 

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UPDATE: Trust in Me (Part 3)

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You know you should shut the door in his face. You shouldn’t let his gorgeous, bloodshot brown eyes rake over your body like they do. You shouldn’t let his big, warm, calloused hands reach for you. You shouldn’t let his smooth, wet lips trail so delicately over your skin.

But you do. You let him worship you every time he feels like it—every time he needs to be worshipped.

His world is cold and unforgiving. He hurts and kills and destroys everyday, and he’s become numb to the fact that he hurts. Deep inside, he’s in pain—it’s a dull ache, and the only time it disappears is when he’s with you. He tries not to see you too often, because he’s scared that your sanctuary will fade away. Or, more realistically, that he’ll say or do something stupid, and you won’t let him in anymore.

He has ways of forcing you to be with him, and you know it. But he’d never do that to you. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you, but for better or for worse, he did. He loves you, and it’s dangerous.

It’s been a month since you’ve seen him, and part of you figured he’d finally been captured. Maybe even killed for his war crimes.

But he’s very much alive, standing on your doorstep, hardly any different than the last time you’d seen him. His hair is a little bit shorter now—cropped on the sides and graying slightly at his temples—but his eyes and his tentative smile are still the same. You figure they always will be; in all the years he’s been periodically sneaking off base to see you, they’ve never changed.

“I missed you,” he mutters, voice a little gravelly. You almost offer him a glass of water, but you know he won’t accept it. It’s just a precaution, even though he knows you would never poison him. He knows you love him, too.

“Did you?” You ask, trying not to sound hopeful. Part of you constantly mulls over the fact that he might not be capable of real emotions. Part of you is still convinced that he only endeared you to himself because you’re the only person brave enough to fuck him.

“I did,” he tells you, certain. You believe him, even though you know it could be a lie. “I always do.”

You let yourself melt into his embrace because there’s no alternative—although there’s truthfully nothing else you’d rather do. Your lover is a murderer, but he’s still your lover. Maybe his world is cold and dark and cruel, but when he’s with you, he really does try to be warm. Even if only for a couple hours, he lets you take care of him and show him compassion.

And, in return, he shows you compassion.

And that leads to the only thing you’re sure of when it comes to your enigmatic Poe: you’re the only thing he’s ever cared about, even if his emotions are feigned. You’re the only one he’s even pretended to have affection for. 

And that’s why you continue to let him in. He’s your drug; your bad habit. But Poe isn’t a sore thumb when you chew the nail a little bit too short. Poe is the high that comes before the fall—he’s the satisfaction that comes with chewing the nail, even though you know it’ll hurt later.

And maker do you feel satisfied with him settled between your legs. His tongue is merciful—he doesn’t tease or edge or play. His movements are purposeful and gentle, firm licks to your soaked folds as his fingers waste no time working circles against your clit. He rejoices in your moans and gasps and whimpers because it’s confirmation that, for once, he’s doing something right. Instead of ignoring his good work and berating him for his missteps, you praise and praise and praise him again for his good work, and you forgive the missteps. Every time.

He has no trouble working an orgasm out of you, big hands firmly grasping your shaking thighs as he kisses you through it. He’s known how to tear you apart from the moment he first laid his eyes on you, and he’s never held back. He’s eager to please, and you’ve never wanted him any other way.

As always, you try to repay the favor. Your shaking hands reach for his hard length, and he gently pins your hands above your head. He trails his mouth down the column of your throat, smiling because he’s taking away your ability to be generous: one of the things he fell in love with first.

“Not now. I’m ready for you,” he tells you—you’ve heard these words before—and you vaguely wonder if he’ll ever not use that stupid excuse. Your need to touch him is overwhelming. You want to feel in your hand the veins and ridges that drive you insane every time you feel them in your cunt. But this is the only thing he’s ever denied you, and you don’t have the faintest clue why.

He’s just about to push into you when you wrap yourself around him and flip the both of you over, and he comes so close to panicking but your lips are suddenly trailing over his chest and maker it feels good. He’s never allowed you this position for the same reason he’s never allowed you to touch his cock—it makes him too vulnerable. He’s completely at your mercy now, something he was trained to never let happen.

And, in a sudden moment of clarity that almost feels out of place, he realizes that this is the only way he ever should’ve been allowed to have you. 

You’ve always been the exact antithesis of his training. You’re impulsive and caring and soft, and he’s not supposed to have exposure to any of those things. He’s always fucked you the only way he knows how because it coordinates with his indoctrination to maintain control, and it’s high time he let it go for you.

“If this isn’t okay, you’ll tell me?” Your question is sweet, concerned. There’s no doubt that you saw the momentary flicker of panic in his eyes, and even though it’s gone you’re scared that you’ve crossed a boundary.

He doesn’t answer, and usually that’s a sign of consent with him. This situation is different, though. You’ve never been in a position to do anything to him. You need confirmation that you won’t lose him over this. You can’t stand it when he shows up on your doorstep, but the thought of never seeing him again is unbearable.

“I won’t touch you unless you want me to.” You kiss just below his navel, and he grunts.

It isn’t very often that he’s given choices. He’s used to being told exactly how things are and how they’re going to be. But, yet again, you’re proving yourself to be the exact opposite of the First Order. You’re allowing him to protest—to speak up against the situation. And, even odder still, he finds that he doesn’t want to. He wants your mouth to continue its path south until he’s completely at your mercy.

“Please.” It’s the first time he’s ever asked for anything that isn’t your permission, and it sends a shock straight to your core.

You’re smiling as you wrap your mouth around him, tongue tracing his head and it’s as sweet as such a filthy act can be. Fuck. He loves your pussy, but your mouth is intoxicating. 

His training dictates that he must hide his reactions to changing circumstances, so he throws his head back against your plush pillows and lets out the most beautiful moan you’ve heard in your life.

He’s breathless, already so close to falling apart due to this new sensation. “I’m not gonna last,” he chokes out, and you smile as your hand wraps firmly around the base of his cock.

“That’s okay,” you reassure him, licking away the pool of precum on his tip before taking him all the way into your throat. He groans this time, and these noises of his are unfamiliar to you but they’re so fucking hot. You could build a religion for them. You want to.

You work him sloppily and fast, and the obscene noises of his cock hitting the back of your throat are too much for him. He comes hard—harder than he ever has before—and for a moment the feeling of you swallowing down his seed makes him think he might come again.

You’re his sanctuary. He worships you when he feels alone, because you’re a good person and you’ve earned it, but also because he’s desperate to feel alive. But he’s never felt more alive than when he finally let go and let you worship him.

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