#poe dameron fan fiction

[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Why Don't You Punish Me Then? Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime and this Ask Summary: You and Poe are in denial, but it's clear you're insatiable for one another. Warnings: Bondage, Voyeurism, pet names, public petting, bratty behaviour, switch dynamics, sub/dom dynamics, cucking (with a toy), orgasm denial play, unprotected PiV(but established relationship so some assumed assurances), cable-ties, questionable physics. (Set somewhere in the time Leia is still alive, RIP Space Queen, we love you Carrie <3 ) Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for doing a quick sweep of this for me <3 [AO3] Wordcount: 3.1k

Poe can’t stop touching you under the table during the debriefing. It’s been weeks since you were last in the same room and as impatient as you are to be alone with Poe, he’s kriffing insatiable.

“Stop,” you hiss under your breath as Commander Organa addresses the room. You’re sat at the very back, the lighting around you soft enough that even though you’re practically sat in Poe’s lap, no-one seems to notice – or care.

You two are the worst kept secret in the fleet, but neither of you have the guts to make anything official. It’s hard to place permanent labels on things when you’re in the midst of an intergalactic war.

“Stop what?” He asks as he brushes his lips against your ear, his right hand trailing up the inside of your left thigh as you try not to squirm. Heat pulses through you with every minuscule movement of his fingers as he inches up your thigh.

From the outside, it might look like Poe is whispering something about the mission. The pair of you are known to conspire during meetings, and critique mission briefings, much to command’s ire. But only you are privy to the way your cunt clenches at the wet drag of Poe’s tongue against the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” you hiss, your breath catching in your throat as you feel two thick fingers stroke against the front of your jumpsuit, “Quit it.”

“You need to work on your poker-face,” he taunts you as he rubs firmly up and down against your clothed cunt. You have to stifle a moan at the way the friction makes your toes curl. Heat pools in your core and you stop yourself from bucking your hips to chase the delicious friction.

“You need to stop, seriously,” you snap as you gently prise his hand away from your aching core.

“Or what? Are you going to punish me?” Poe rasps in your ear as he entwines his fingers in yours, guiding your hand to his lap. You bite your lip as you feel his hard cock swelling under your fingers as he holds your hand against the front of his tight pants.

“You deserve it, horny asshole,” you hiss as you notice Leia’s eyes wander over to the pair of you.

“Do you two have something you’d like to share?” She asks, looking pointedly between you.

“No ma’am.”

The pair of you say in unison and Leia rolls her eyes at you before continuing. You can almost hear her telepathically telling you two to get a room.

“See how you make me feel?” Poe continues his verbal assault on your self-control as he slowly grinds his clothed dick against the palm of your hand. His hand is back on your thigh now, but you don’t move your own from his cock. You’re practically salivating at the promise his rock-hard bulge infers.

“I do,” you breathe as you grip him through his pants, “But I don’t think you deserve to be rewarded for this behaviour, Dameron.”

“Why don’t you punish me then?” He growls in your ear as you feel his thick fingers grind against your clothed clit.

“Meet me in my quarters,” you snap as the meeting finishes up and the rest of the mission crew depart. You catch Leia giving you an amused grin as you leave, you swear one of these days she’s going to call you out on your joint bullshit, but not today. She knows you two have some catching up to do.

~*~

Poe crashes his lips against yours the moment your door opens, pinning you to him with his large hands on your hips. You lean into his strong form as you lick into his pliable mouth. He walks you back to the bed and before he can push you down you hook your foot behind his ankle and push him off-balance. You turn him around deftly as you press him down onto your small cot.

“Missed you so much,” he groans as he pulls you flush against him, one hand pawing at your right breast as the other slides the zipper of your jumpsuit down.

“Missed you too, now strip,” you bark as you slide back off his lap, continuing to undress as you watch Poe scramble to pull off his clothes. His eager eyes are on you as he lies bare, his thick cock weeping against his abdomen as he looks up at you.

“So needy,” you admonish him as you continue to slowly peel off your suit. You kick off your boots and stand there in your cotton panties and bra as he fawns up at you, “You’re being punished remember? Up on the pillows like a good boy.”

Poe whines softly at the condescension in your tone but does as he’s told, shuffling back up against the far wall of the cot.

“Good, arms up,” you order as you crawl up the bed to meet him before leaning down to the nightstand, “Remember your safe word?”

“Geonosis,” Poe recites it quickly, tongue darting out over his dry lips as he watches you, his body twitches as he tries to stay still.

“Good,” you coo as you pull out a bundle of cable-ties, “Stay still.”

You straddle Poe’s hips as you pull out the anchor point from the wall above him, something you’d had installed off the books by one of the ship’s mechanics. Nothing like exchanging a good bottle of liquor and a carton of death sticks for discretion on a Resistance fleet ship.

“Please,” Poe whimpers as you let your tits brush against his face as you loop the cable-ties through the anchor and around his wrists, “Can I?” He asks as he looks between your hardened peaks and your face.

“As long as you promise to be good?” You taunt as you lean forwards, brushing your right breast agains his lips. You stifle a moan as you feel him latch onto the stiff nub.

“Promise,” he murmurs against your skin as he suckles gently on your tit. Your head lolls back as he gently nips at the tender flesh, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You grind your hips forward, your wet slit gliding along his length as he groans into your breast.

“Love your tits,” he mewls as you offer him the second one, he takes it greedily into his wet mouth as he strains against his bonds, “So fucking perfect.”

You let out soft moans as he worships your tits, pressing his face between them occasionally as he mouths at your sternum.

“Please, let me fuck you?” He whimpers and a delicious smirk plays across your lips.

“Begging already? Such an eager boy,” you hum as you lower yourself onto Poe’s lap, the sticky, silken press of his cock against your ass cheeks makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“Please,” he whines again, and you rock your ass back against him a little as he bites his lip, his eyes glassy with desire as he pleads.

“No,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips against his, “You’re just going to have to watch.”

Poe’s face drops as he registers your words, pulling on the cable-ties as they dig into his wrists. His jaw tenses as you move backwards off him, making sure to drag his tip through your soaked folds as you do.

“You’re being cruel,” he pouts, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he tries not to show quite how much he’s enjoying this. It’s supposed to be punishment after all.

You pull a flat-bottomed desk chair up to the base of the bed, positioning so that the seat is in perfect eyesight for Poe. You secure the maglocks on the chair legs with a solid thunk against the Durasteel floor. You don’t want to risk toppling over mid-flow.

Once you’re happy the chair is secure, you rummage in one of your closets for a few moments before turning back to see Poe’s eyes trained on you. He’s beautifully desperate as his stumbled jaw ticks to the side, eyes almost bulging out of his head as his feet twitch in anticipation.

You saunter back over to the chair and with a flick of your wrist you slap a large silicone cock onto the chair. You’ve practiced this so well that the suction cup at the base takes first time. The black dildo wobbles precariously and Poe’s dick twitches as you steady it with your hand.

“If I can get myself off before you come, I’ll let you fuck me, however you want,” you explain, your voice low and dripping with challenge as you position your hips over the bulbous head of the black silicone dick, “So hold on tight, flyboy.”

You ease yourself down, groaning as you slowly spear yourself on the thick cock, your cunt is slick and inviting from all the teasing Poe had put you through earlier. You plant your feet on the floor, engaging your core as you start to move.

“Kriff, wish that was me,” Poe whines as you watch his hips buck up, chasing friction where there is none as he pulls on the cable-ties. His eyes are hooded as he watches your cunt take the toy with ease.

“Look at that needy cunt,” he growls, “Taking that fake cock so well,” he continues, and the gravelly rasp of his voice sends a lick of flame down your spine.

“Feels so good,” you sigh as you take the last few inches, the life-like toy rakes through your walls as it stretches you out, “So full,” you mewl as you drop your dominant hand down to your clit, the other hand tweaks each of your nipples in turn.

“Yeah? Feel as good as my cock?” Poe asks as you watch precome bead on his tip and leak down his shaft.

“Different,” you say as you wiggle your hips, making sure the toy is as deep as it can go.

You whine a little as you start to move, dropping one hand to steady yourself on the chair before rising all the way to the tip of the cock before letting yourself slide back down. You toy with your clit in slow, firm circles as you try to keep your eyes open and focused on Poe.

“Oh yeah,” Poe growls as he aimlessly thrusts up into the air as he watches you impale yourself on the toy, “Putting on a show for me, so kriffing hot.”

“You like it?” You pant as you start to rhythmically fuck yourself on the toy, “Like watching me cuck you with a fake cock?”

“I hate it,” Poe whimpers as you watch another pulse of precome leak from his tip, “Want to drag you down on my dick and fuck you dumb until all you can think about is begging for me to fill that sweet little cunt with my come.”

“Poe,” you whine as his vulgar words make you clench hard around the toy, “Think you can last, big boy? Or are you going to come all over your stomach like a pathetic, needy boy?”

You had intended to take it slow, make Poe fail to prove a point, but the more filth he spills from his pretty lips, the more it makes you greedy. You pick up the pace, fucking yourself in earnest on the slick silicone. Your breath comes in short, desperate pants as you feel your thighs burn with exertion.

“Who’s impatient now?” Poe teases as he bites his lip, his eyes fixed on your cunt as it glistens in the low light of your bunk, “Fucking soaked, fucking yourself so hard, you want my dick don’t you baby? Admit it.”

“Nuh-uh, punishing you,” you whimper meekly as your breathing hitches in your chest. The tight coil of pleasure twists in your core as you chase your pleasure with abandon. All you want is to feel Poe inside you, you’re tired of the games.

“Fucking slut, lying to my face,” he growls and you can’t hold on anymore, your cunt flutters around the toy as you spear yourself over and over as you feel your orgasm rip through you, “There she is,” he purrs as you hear the strain in his voice, “Good fucking girl.”

“Hate you,” you whine as you tremble and convulse, leaning back in the chair as your cunt pulses around the toy still buried deep inside you.

“I know baby,” Poe says, strain evident in his voice as he watches your chest rise and fall, slick pooling at the base of the toy and over the chair as you come down from your high, “Let me make you feel better, make it up to you yeah?”

“Might just leave you tied up,” you grumble, but you’re smiling and Poe’s smirk matches your own.

“Deal’s a deal,” Poe tuts at you as he twists the cable-ties in his fists, “Do you need help, princess?”

You hear the snap of the cable-ties and your eyes fly open as you see Poe up on his knees, already rubbing his chafed wrists.

“How did you-?” You splutter as you try and get up onto your feet but Poe lurches forward on the bed, pinning your hips down as he keeps you speared on the toy. You mewl and writhe from overstimulation, his large hands burning against your slick skin as he holds you there.

“Come on, you really need to invest in a good set of binders,” he hums as he nudges your jaw to the side as he takes your lobe in his teeth, “I’ve gotten out of more complex restraints in far more dire scenarios baby.”

“Poe, please,” you whine as he sucks slowly on your lobe, making you whole body tremble, “Need you.”

“I know,” he says with an edge to his tone, “I’ve got you.”

You cry out as he eases you up and off the toy, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You throw your arms around his shoulders as he slots his lips over yours. Poe spins in a slow circle before laying you on your back.

“Meant it earlier,” he mumbles through tender, hungry kisses, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” you pant as he shifts you up onto the pillows, already lining his throbbing tip at your core. One broad hand is steady on your hip, rubbing soothingly over your slick skin as his thighs hold your trembling legs apart.

“Ready for me?” He asks, a gentleness to his tone as he nudges the plane of his nose against your own.

“Always,” you say softly as you feel his tip breach your stretched out hole.

You sigh in unison as Poe enters you in one swift movement, the hand not holding your hip comes to cup your cheek.

“Isn’t that better?” He breathes as he slowly starts to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in. No matter how much the toy had stretched you out, there’s a hot, blissful burn as you adjust to the real deal.

“Kriff, yes,” you cry out as he fucks down hard into you, setting the pace as you writhe under him, “I love it, I love it, I love y-!”

You catch yourself before you let the admission slip but you can see it in the way Poe’s face softens, he heard enough.

“I love you too,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he ruts into you harder than before, the tip of his cock grinding against your g-spot as you feel another orgasm cresting deep inside you.

“Not,” you grunt as a smile burns across your lips, “How I wanted to say that,” you giggle a little with exhilaration as you drop your dominant hand to your clit. The other fists in the curls at the back of Poe’s head.

“No better time,” Poe grins, his cock driving into your cunt with wet, desperate slaps, “Kriffing love you.”

You pull Poe’s head down, slipping your tongue between his lips as you feel the blinding pleasure peak inside you. You groan into his mouth as your release bursts through you, your cunt clamping down hard around Poe’s cock as he snaps his hips one last time before spilling deep inside you.

You lie there, tangled, drenched in one another’s sweat, and panting into each other’s open mouths as you can’t stop smiling. Poe peppers your face with gentle kisses as you feel him slip out of you. Immediately you feel your combined spend leak from you, dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets below.

“Why do we always get my sheets dirty?” You groan as Poe rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbow as he trails his fingertips down your chest, splaying his hand out across your belly as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your temple.

“Because you’re the one with the sex anchor in your quarters,” he grumbles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, you’ve got a point,” you sigh as you look up into his dark eyes as they shine with affection.

“Did you mean it?” He asks softly, brushing his knuckles back up to your breasts, the coarse skin raking across your nipples and making you whine.

“That I love you?” You ask, your voice breathy as you scrape your blunt nails across Poe’s near-permanent five o’clock shadow.

“Yeah,” he breathes as he turns his head to press his lips against your palm.

“I did,” you say, heat prickling under the skin of your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears, “I just didn’t know if we were doing the whole feelings thing.”

“Same,” he admits with a heavy sigh, “But I don’t think I can keep pretending anymore.”

“Yeah,” you yawn as you trace the curve of his plush lips with your fingertips, “We need to talk to command about this,” you say, sobering a little as you feel the harsh tug of reality wrapping around your heart.  

“Tomorrow,” Poe says softly as he leans back down to kiss you softly, “Right now we need to get showered and move to my bed, there’s less come on the sheets in my bunk.”

“Ever the romantic,” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

It takes you another half an hour but eventually you’re tangled together in Poe’s cot, hearts hammering in unison as reality sets in. But for once you’re not running from the truth of who and what you and Poe are.

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[againstacecilia]

Because You Left

Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Rating: This one's for anybody, but the whole blog is 18+ for sure.

Warnings: Lovers to strangers, fighting, angst, swearing, both of them are probably idiots but *shrug*

A/N: Holy wow it's been a minute! I've had this one in the vault for a while but just never did anything with it. There's a happy ending as well, so I can post that if there's interest, but I'm pushing myself to not tie everything up so nicely and let the tough emotions sit so you get ✨angst✨. We also don't need to talk about how I'm working through some things about an old flame with this one soooo hush. Unbeta'd, no use of y/n.

It’s an unusually quiet night on base, lamplight flickering through the hallways and muffled laughter sneaking under doors as people take advantage of the stillness. Your footsteps echo loudly, an intrusion in the calm as you hurry to your post, breathless by the time you arrive.

“Sorry I’m late,” you begin, not looking at your watch partner, “I couldn’t find-”

“Not like you to be late, Captain,” a familiar voice interrupts.

Your stomach flops as you meet Poe’s gaze. “I… I’m sorry, Commander.” Your words falter, the memory of your last encounter momentarily clouding your mind…

“Find somewhere else to sleep tonight,” Poe says quietly at the door, not looking at you, “I’m busy.”

“Of course you are. Seems like you’ve been busy a lot these days. Busy with everything but finding time for me.”

Poe doesn’t say anything as he turns his back to you, pressing the button to close the door to his quarters. The click of the door sliding into place echoes deep in your bones as you’re left alone in the hallway…

That was months ago. You’d immediately requested a service change to a new squadron and done everything in your power to avoid seeing him again. Night shifts and dangerous recon runs, anything to make sure your paths never crossed again. 

“No need to apologize, I won’t tell anyone.” Poe winks at you with a grin. “So, it’s been a while, how have you been?”

Shaking the memory from your mind, you begin preparing for your watch. “Fine. You?”

“I’ve been okay.” He watches you gather your things, eyes trained on your every move.

“Mmm,” you respond non-committedly, shoving a flashlight and spare battery pack for your blaster into your bag before tugging the straps over your shoulders. “Well, I should be off. Being late and all.”

“Actually, we should be off. Your shift buddy called out so I’m his replacement.”

Fantastic. “Commander Dameron on night patrol?”

“Everyone pitches in where they’re needed,” he responds, hoisting his pack. 

Six hours on watch with Poe was the last thing you wanted to do, but he was right. Everyone was expected to, and for the most part did, pitch in where they were needed. If this was how you were expected to help the Resistance then you’d grit your teeth and get through it. 

“Let’s get going then.” You’re out the door and making your way to the watchtower before he can reprimand you for speaking to your superior like that. 

Luckily, the calm seems to be holding and the watchtower is nearly serene in the clear night. Stars twinkle above you in constellations you were still learning and the breeze was a song you never tired of. Lost in the ebb and flow of nature around you, you don’t notice the time pass.

Poe’s voice breaks the silence for the first time in hours. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” you nod, keeping your eyes on the wilderness beyond the base.

“What happened? With us?” 

Heat creeps up the back of your neck and the breeze seems to stop at the question. Like the whole base was waiting on bated breath for your response. “We just… Grew apart. That’s all.”

You hear Poe shift in his seat. “No, I don’t think that’s it. Not entirely.”

“What do you want me to say, Poe?” “I want you to look at me and tell me the truth.”

“I told you the truth.” Your clipped response is bitter on your tongue and you keep your body facing away from him. “We grew apart and the war got in the way of everything else.”

“This isn’t just some distance thing, tell me what happened.”

“I have nothing else to say.”

“You’re still not telling me the truth. I know you, why did you suddenly-”

“Because you left!” The words rip out of you and you finally stand, whirling around to face him. “Because you left me, Poe.”

Indignation blazes across his face. “I never left you, not any longer than a mission required of me!”

“That’s not what I mean!” Both your voices are too loud for the quiet watch, but you don’t care. Emotions flare and dance in your veins, demanding to be released. “You stopped giving a damn and then kicked me out of your room and told me you were busy. You stopped fighting for me. For us. You left one day and never really came back.”

The silence seems to echo as your words fade from the lone tower, open to the night sky. “I’d been trying for weeks at that point, Poe, and you kept pushing me away. So I stopped trying because you obviously didn’t want me around!”

“When have I ever said I don’t want you around?” He’s also standing, stepping into your orbit with his hands extended to his sides.

“You didn’t have to say it.” Stomping away from him to the rail of the tower, you lean against the weathered wood, “It was painfully clear.”

He follows you and grips your shoulders, spinning you to face him. “I’ve been out of my damn mind trying to be a leader in all of this. You know what Leia expects of me, you know what’s at stake-”

“Of course I do!” You shake his hands off you and push him away, “But I thought it would be exactly because of those reasons that you’d give a fuck about me. I thought, for a moment, that I was one of those things you were fighting for.”

“You were! You still are, and you always have been!”

“Just stop.” Your voice is trembling with rage and pain; searing white flames lick through the marrow of your bones. “Whether you meant to or not, you made it very clear where your priorities are and I’ve made my peace with the fact that this,” a sweeping gesture to the sleeping base below, “is your priority. Not me. And I shouldn’t be. I mean, hell, what am I compared to the entire Resistance?”

Needing to put any amount of distance between you, you make your way to the other side of the tower and settle into a chair, facing away from Poe. The noise from the breeze and insects comes back into focus as you curl your legs against your chest. 

After a moment, Poe’s voice reaches you from across the tower, “Do you know why I told you I was busy that night? Why I told you to go sleep somewhere else?”

You don’t respond, hugging your legs tighter as the anger starts to fizzle into sadness.

“I told you to leave because Leia had informed me that we had just lost an entire squadron to an ambush in the Mid-Rim. I had gotten some intel that there was going to be an unprotected shipment of weapons in the area and that group was sent out to get them. It was a trap, and my bad information got them all killed.” Poe stayed away from you through his explanation, his voice drifting by more quietly with each word. “None of them made it home. Because of me.”

The urge to go to him, to wrap him in your arms and comfort him, nearly overwhelms you for a moment before he continues. “I told you to leave because I didn’t want you, of all people, to see me break. I shattered that night, and when the sun rose and I realized that I’d made a huge mistake, you had already transferred and I didn’t see you again for weeks.”

Silent tears fall from your eyes at his admissions; the truths he laid in front of you. “So I let you go,” he whispers, “because it felt like some sort of karmic justice to lose you for what happened to those fighters.”

You find your voice again and say, “I’m sorry about the mission, I didn’t know… But that doesn’t make any of this better. It doesn’t excuse the fact that you didn’t even try.”

“You haven’t let me try.” His quiet voice begins to turn to ice.

“How was I supposed to know you even wanted to? You knew where my quarters were, you have access to all my orders; you could’ve come talk to me at any time and yet you didn’t.”

Heavy footsteps move away toward the edge of the tower. Without turning, you can picture his face in the starlight: his eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed, muscles in his jaw and neck jumping as he clenches his teeth. “You said I didn’t try. That I made it obvious I didn’t want you around. Well, Captain,” he spits your rank into the night, “you made it pretty clear as well that you didn’t want to be near me. Switching squads and dodging me at every turn.”

“You have no right-” you begin, but Poe cuts you off.

“I have every right!” His yell echoes off the gently rolling hills surrounding the base. “I have every damn right when you throw accusations in my face like this. You wanna talk about someone leaving or giving up? How about we talk about how all it took was one bad night for me for you to completely push me away?”

Rage begins simmering in your gut again, bringing you to your feet and back across the tower. “You never gave me any indication that you were dealing with more than the normal amount of stress. I tried everything I could to ease that stress for you; bringing you food when you were drowning in paperwork in your room, letting you fuck me every night even when you couldn’t look me in the eye, ignoring every red flag just to try and prove to you that I was there through it all. And it was never enough.”

“Well, I guess that’s our answer, then.” Poe keeps his gaze locked with yours, eyes gleaming with fury and sadness.

Your heart shatters. “I… I guess it is.”

“I’ll send someone else up here.” Poe lingers for a heartbeat, fists clenched at his side, before turning and heading down the stairs, leaving you alone. 

You stare out over base, watching Poe’s form disappear from view in the night, each step a death knell in your bones. Any future you daydreamed about fades with each passing breath. By the time Poe’s replacement makes it up the tower, the early morning wind has dried your tears and frozen a thick casing of ice around your heart.

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[melodygatesauthor]

Birthday Cake

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - A (very very belated) birthday gift for @campingwiththecharmings

Thank you for being such a good friend to me since the very beginning of my time on this site and for always being so supportive. I hope you like this and know that I love you dearly ❤️

Summary

It's your birthday, and even though the party is over, your boyfriend Poe still has a surprise in store for you.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, soft Poe Dameron, fluff and smut, food (frosting), birthday fic, pwp, established relationship, p in v creampie, bad jokes, Poe being Poe, reader is not coded

Word Count: 1.4k

You knew that Poe was good at surprises, but seeing him when you got out of the shower wearing nothing but some strategically placed frosting on his nipples was far from what you expected. You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. He had that playful smirk on his face that let you know you were in for a fun time. It was good to know that even after the years you’d been together, he always managed to keep things interesting.

“Remember when I told you not to fill up on birthday cake tonight?” He asked as you slowly approached him.

“Yeah…” you stopped right in front of him, “I thought you were insinuating I needed to lose a couple pounds.”

Poe broke out of his suave demeanor into a laugh that he couldn’t contain.

“Baby, you know I always like what I see,” he bit his lip and looked you up and down, “thought you knew me better than that.”

He walked up to you, seeming to make a point of swinging his hips more than necessary. When he got closer, he leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, delicate kiss against your lips. A heavy breath escaped you when you went in for more, adding your tongue to the mixture, needing desperately to taste him.

You felt his hands roaming over your body over the towel. He untucked it from around your breasts and let it drop to the floor before pulling you against his chest. You gasped, pulling back from the kiss and staring at him incredulously.

“Poe I just took a shower,” you said, trying to push him back, “I don’t want to get all–”

He interrupted with his lips over yours again, to which you gave up finally and melted into him, letting yourself give in to the moment. He lifted you by your rear, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down before crawling over you. He was so fucking handsome, dark locks falling into his glimmering eyes while he looked at you like nothing else in the galaxy existed. He dipped down, brushing his nose along yours. You could feel the frosting between your chests, smearing all over your skin.

“Was gonna let you clean me up first but…changed my mind sweetheart.”

He moved his lips to your jaw, moaning hungrily. You arched your body upward into his, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping you. He moved his gentle kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and to your left breast where some of the frosting had transferred from his body to yours. You watched him lap some of the sweet, pink confection off your nipple before closing his mouth on it, flicking his tongue over the peak.

You gasped, reaching one hand up to grab the back of his head while the other gripped the sheets for dear life. You felt Poe’s hand slide over yours, interlocking his fingers with you as he continued his work over your tit. He was messy, slurping and sucking every bit of the frosting on your pebbled skin.

“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you, “now you really are my sweet girl, aren’t you baby?”

You couldn’t answer, you were too wrapped up in the pleasure that his mouth afforded you, but you still nodded and groaned to show your enjoyment. He moved to the other breast, mumbling something into your sternum on the way over about how he couldn’t let that one feel left out. You felt his thumb brush over the side of your hand, and you felt comfort in his embrace.

“P-Poe…” you whined, squeezing his hand tightly.

He kissed his way back up to your lips. His tongue tasted so sweet as he melted his mouth into yours again. It was as though his cock knew right where your hole was when he lined himself up between your legs. You felt the gentle prod of his precum-slick head, testing your hole to make sure you were ready.

“Couldn’t let you spend your birthday without smothering you in some sweet loving could I?” He bit his lip, looking at you amusedly.

Slowly he slid into you, the delicious drag of his cock giving you waves of pleasure immediately as he bottomed out completely. You both expelled a breathy sigh into the room. He brought his hips back until only the tip remained before he thrusted forward even harder this time. You whimpered in response to the ache of his size. You never quite seemed to get used to that stretch.

“Oh that’s right baby, love hearing those sounds coming from your pretty lips,” he moaned into another kiss as he continued his rhythmic pace, “don’t stop, wanna hear you.”

You complied, making sure he knew exactly how you felt with every cry he forced out of your parted lips while pounding deep into your core. He leaned back and swiped some of the frosting off of his chest, sliding two thick, deliciously coated fingers in your mouth.

“Clean that up for me sweet girl, get them nice and clean.”

You sucked on Poe’s fingers while he fucked you, feeling how hard he got inside your cunt as you swirled your tongue around him. He lurched forward on the next forward snap of his hips, grabbing onto your jaw. He kept his fingers in your mouth while he pressed his lips against your ear. A low rumbling groan came from Poe’s chest.

“Fuck, suck those fingers like you’d suck this cock baby,” he said in a breathy rasp.

You closed your lips around his extremities and started bobbing your head back and forth. You loved the salty taste on the pads of his fingers while he fucked them over your tongue. Poe’s moans became deeper, and you felt him rolling his hips in a stronger, more even tempo. He started kissing the space right below your earlobe, stray curls brushing your cheek. You let out a breathy whine, feeling the way his lips sent an electric current over your entire body.

You slid your own fingers along his chest, grabbing some more of the frosting before mimicking his actions, popping them in his mouth and pushing his face up so he would look at you. He smiled around your fingertips, sticking his tongue in between your middle and forefinger. Your moan was muffled around him, feeling him slide his own digits deeper to the back of your throat.

“Fees sho goob,” Poe said in a tone laced with gravel and muffled by your fingers.

You groaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. Poe let his hand leave your mouth and wander past your throat and over your collarbone before clasping onto your breast. You moaned, dropping your hand out of his mouth as well, letting it travel down his chest and swirling the pad of your finger over his nipple in the thin layer of frosting still covering his skin.

He moved faster, choking out a heavy groan as your walls fluttered around his girth in response to the increased pace. His hips started snapping, and he leaned forward, nipping at your neck and then soothing your skin with his tongue. You heard that signature high-pitched whine escape him, letting you know he was close.

“Such a sweet girl, always so good to have you with me, to hear you, to feel you sweetheart,” he continued leaving soft kisses along the soft skin of your neck and throat, breath punching out of his lungs with every forward thrust.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good Poe,” you clenched your teeth and arched your back into him, “so-fucking-good-I—oh!”

“Oh that’s it baby, fuckthat’sitfuck!” He started moving faster, pounding his hips into you until you felt the gush of warmth spill out of him and into your cunt.

You threw your head back, filling the cabin with the moans and whines you knew he loved so much as your cunt crashed down in waves over his cock. He was still going, length pumping hot spurts into your greedy hole, painting your walls white. His voice was low and raspy as he came down from the high, pressing his forehead to yours

“Now, you’re like a sweet little pastry with a cream filling,” he said, laughing too hard at his own joke.

“Not funny,” you gave him a pity chuckle and rolled your eyes, “come on,” you tapped his side, “let’s go get in the shower.”

“Did you enjoy your cake?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tapped his nose, “coulda used more frosting...”

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[starryevermore]

Since you were asking for Star Wars requests: How about our wonderful Poe with an insecure/shy, plus size (curvy) reader?? Please and thank you!

dress ✧ poe dameron

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request: Since you were asking for Star Wars requests:  How about our wonderful Poe with an insecure/shy, plus size (curvy) reader??  Please and thank you! - anon

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

word count: 659

warnings?: mention of insecurities, mention of people being rude because of your weight, pet name (baby), not proofread

“Hey, what’s the matter?” Poe asked. You didn’t have the energy to look at him, focusing on picking at your nails. “Do you not want to go out to dinner? Are you feeling sick?”

You bit down on your lip, then forced out a choked, “No.” You weren’t sure which question you were answering. 

You glanced up at the mirror, watching the reflection of Poe furrowing his brows. He took a step toward you, a hand outstretched. You flinched away. “I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will the tears not to fall. It was stupid, really. It shouldn’t have gotten you so worked up. But after everything…You thought you could at least get a pretty dress without much difficulty. “Nothing at the shops fit.”

With the First Order defeated and the Rebellion rebuilding, there had been a lot of celebrations. You and Poe had skipped out on all of them, focusing your efforts on establishing a more effective, less tyrannical government. But, finally, finally, you and Poe agreed to attend a gala, and you had been so excited. You wanted to get dressed up, wear a pretty dress, do your hair and makeup, and look every bit as gorgeous as you always feel. But, it all came crashing down. Nothing you tried on fit you right, and every time you inquired about getting something custom, the shopkeepers all but outright mocked you, treating you as if you were lesser than, like you couldn’t afford something nice, like you wouldn’t even look good if you could afford something now. 

And, Maker, that made you feel things you hadn’t felt since you were a teenager. All your life growing up, people made fun of you for your weight. They laughed at you, called you names, made you feel like bantha shit. It took so much work for you to shed those insecurities, to learn that you were beautiful inside and out no matter how you looked. And then when you joined the Rebellion, none of that really mattered. As long as you were contributing to the cause, people didn’t care about how you looked. But on Coruscant…It was all different. 

“Well, we could order something custom, right? They can take your measurements—”

“I don’t want them to take my measurements!” you snapped. “I already asked, and the way they balked at me…Maker, you’d think I asked them if I could burn down the shop or something. I don’t…I’m not going to the gala.”

Poe touched your waist, nudging you to turn around. When you did, he reached up, cupped your face in his hands. You opened your eyes, a tear slipping out as you looked at him. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to. But…What those nerf-herders think doesn’t matter. Okay? You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And if they can’t see that…That’s their loss. We can stay home, or I can ask around, find maybe a small business who’ll make you the dress of your dreams, and you can have some well deserved fun.”

You sniffed, nuzzling your face into his hands. “That…doesn’t sound like the worst idea.”

“Alright. We can take the day off tomorrow and look around.” Poe leaned in, kissing the tip of your nose. “Now, do you still wanna go out to dinner? Or would you rather stay in and I whip something up?”

“Well, I do know something about a saying where you’re supposed to kiss the chef,” you teased. 

“Oh, then I’m definitely whipping something up,” Poe said. “Can’t let anyone steal my girl’s kisses.”

You smiled, laughing. “I love you, you know.”

“I love you, too, baby. Now, let’s get dinner cookin’, yeah? Because I heard something about a real sweet dessert.”

You laughed louder as Poe wiggled his eyebrows at you. “Oh, go to the kitchen, you perv.”

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[dameronology]

How about "I'll be back, I promise" with poe??

i am feeling angsty on this fine tuesday evening

Waking up and knowing that things were over weighed heavy on your shoulders.

The room was dark, littered only with the pinks and yellows of the impending sunrise. You normally loved sunset; it signalled the start of the new day. A new hope. There was always this feeling in the air that this day could be better than the last- maybe it would be the day the Resistance would finally win the war, or that Poe would finally ask you to marry him. The feeling of potential was the only thing getting you through the dark times.

Today, though. Not today. Not when it was the day that Poe had to leave for good. There was a bigger Resistance base on the other side of the galaxy that needed him more than ever. That meant leaving this one: leaving you, leaving your relationship, leaving everything. Deciding to end things wasn't easy, but your love was a timebomb as it was. Turbulent and wild, but exciting and exactly what you needed to stay sane during these dark fucking times. Even if you and Poe were up and down all over your place, he was still the most constant thing in your life. You had his back and he had yours. That was all you needed.

Up until now, when he was taking a step back. It felt like you'd gone into a trust fall that never ended - it was just a constant fall, down and down with no one at the bottom to catch you.

"Hey," Poe murmured. His voice was raspy with sleep.

"Hey, Poe," your voice was muffled by his skin; head pressed into his chest, arms wrapped tightly around his waist. You didn't want to let go.

"What's the time?"

You peeled open an eye and glanced at the clock. "Just gone 6AM."

Poe tensed beneath you: you both knew what that meant. Time to wake up. Time for him to leave.

"My ship leaves at eight," he gently reminded you. "I gotta make sure Beebs is ready and-"

"- don't go."

"I have to."

You sat up, pulling the sheets over your chest as you did. Poe moved his arm away, letting them flop to his arm in defeat. You'd begged him to stay a thousand times before. It never worked.

"I love you," he said. "More than anything in the world but...baby, there won't be a world if we don't fight for it."

"Don't be dramatic," you muttered, folding your arms over your chest. "You moving bases isn't going to win the war, Poe. You're not that important."

Poe grinned and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "And this is why you're the light of my life."

"If I'm the light of your life then why are you leaving?"

You both knew the answer to that question. As aforementioned: you were bad enough when you were in the same room. No matter how much you loved each other, it took an army to make things work as it was. Let alone long distance.

Poe pulled you into his lap, calloused hands gently coming to hold your face.

"I just have to do this, okay?" he said. His humourous tone was gone: it was serious now. Inescapably so.

"I just..." your eyes flickered down and you paused for a moment. "I don't wanna lose you, Poe. I know we argue and maybe we need to work on what we have right now but I just love you and I feel like with you I just know...you know?"

He nodded. "I know - I can't define what it is exactly what we both know but...yeah."

"And you can't say I didn't put up a fight to get you to stay."

He pulled you into a tight hug, broad arms pinning you against his chest. You took a deep inhale, trying to breathe in his scent in the least Joe Goldberg way possible. Poe always smelt at least a little of engine oil, but mostly of caff and and the aftershave you'd brought him for his birthday.

"You're it for me," he said. "I'll be back. I promise."

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[gabriyella10]

Come Back...Be Here

Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Word count:767

Warnings: Angst,Cursing,fluff

Summary: You and Poe get into a argument over a upcoming mission he’s going on

“Why do you have to be so fucking difficult why can't you just listen to me for once in your life” You spat out. You and Poe have been arguing for hours about the mission he was being sent on later that day. “It's a suicide mission do you not realize that?” you said trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. “I'm one of the only people that knows their way around that ship what do you not understand y/n?” He spat out. “The last time you were on that ship you nearly died,” you said “But I didn’t I was fine”  he yelled at you “Why do you even care?” he said lowering his tone. You were taken aback “Why do I care?” You said quietly He looked at you waiting for an answer. “You act like we haven’t been friends for years, Poe,” you said 

 looking at the ground, you could still feel Poe looking at you like he was looking for another 

answer 

silence had filled the room until it was broken by the sound of doors sliding open. “Poe it's time to go” you heard a familiar voice say you looked up slightly and saw it was the general you felt your stomach drop knowing that it was too late to convince him to stay. Leia started to walk out of the room Poe followed, You walked out a couple of minutes later walking to where Poes x wing was parked just to see him already sitting in it prepping to take off.

 He tried to avoid eye contact with you knowing that it would make him feel worse than he already did, You watched as his ship took off and left the atmosphere. You slowly walked to your quarters with tears streaming down your face knowing that the last words spoken to your best friend were so hateful you had never seen that part of yourself come out before what had happened to make you lash out like that…

 Once you had gotten to your quarters you sighed and opened the door you fell on your bed and started thinking about the why you spoke to him like that, you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling for hours trying to figure out the answer to the question Poe had asked all those hours before why did you care so much was it because you and Poe were best friends or was it something else, You thought about the answer a little longer when it came to you... “Do I love Poe?” You said sitting up no no you couldn't love Poe he's your best friend that can't be right you felt your heart beat out of your chest there were all those times when you felt your heart skip a beat whenever he came near you. “I love Poe,” You said as you laid back down on your bed before you could think about it any longer you fell asleep.

 The next morning you woke up to finn knocking on your door telling you to wake up and that Poe should be back soon, you jumped out of bed realizing you never had the chance to change last night, and you ran to the hangar after fixing your hair and changing into new clothes you watched as ships left and entered the atmosphere until you saw one that caught your eye the black and orange one you were always delighted to see you ran over to where Poe had parked 

his x-wing you watched as he climbed out of it smiling you ran to him and tackled him in a hug. “Someones excited to see me,” He said smiling, you too soon separated “I’m sorry,” You said with tears in your eyes You could see that he felt bad. “I’m sorry to you, I shouldn't have yelled at you for being worried,” he said wiping tears off of your cheek, “I have to tell you something,” you said now smiling he looked at you waiting for you to tell him what was on your mind. “I really don't know how to say this but uh I think I love you?” Poe stumbled backward you looked at him for an answer waiting for a response. “I love you too,” he said smiling before you could get any words out he kisses you, You soon realized what was happening and kissed back, A couple of seconds went by before you pulled away “That went better than I thought it would have gone” 

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[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

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[mylovelies-docx]

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[foxilayde]

Sansana Part 1/2[Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Drugs, illegal activity, slavery, non-explicit sex, cursing, denial of feelings.

THIS IS PART ONE, PART TWO WILL BE OUT NEXT WEEK!

Summary: You’re a spice runner with your partner in crime Poe Dameron. The Pkye Syndicate has entrusted you with a special mission and Poe is making things interesting...

Word Count: 5k

A/N: This is a gift to my dear friend Alex @blackberries45 it’s her birthday today, so show her some LOVE. The reader character is going to be called ‘Lex’ for obvious reasons.

Spice. Not ryll, not polstine, and certainly not fucking gliterstim. Sansana Spice to be more accurate. Highly prized, highly expensive, and highly illegal. A useful crime world currency. Crime. Ha! The word has no meaning to you in a galaxy where planets are being vaporized and the war doesn’t seem to have a single thing worth fighting for. The so called republic, who would gladly toss you in a cell for the rest of your life for finding a dusting of Sansana on your flight suit, doesn’t do shit about the slavery and sentient beings abuse that’s been taking place on Kessel for the past 500 standard years. Wonder why that could be. Couldn’t be because the planet-vaporizers and generals of the planet defenders alike are hooked on the stuff. Not hooked, like, medically. Well, sometimes that’s the case. But they’re hooked on the money. Every currency has gotta be backed by something, and credit where credits are due… you can find the Fort Knox of the galaxy on the northern hemisphere of Kessell; with the droids and the slaves with their vibropicks and short life expectancies. 

You’ve seen them. The slaves. Droids and mammalians nearly indistinguishable from each other- cloaked in the red dust of the deep mines. Children. Of every species. Probably born into the shit. You can’t care, you can’t afford to, so you turn a blind eye like everyone else in the galaxy, you get your shipment and get the hell out. You fucking hate Kessel and you’re glad to be on the ship leaving the ugly bubbling rock. You’ve heard the southern hemisphere is nicer. Plantations inhabited by the most intolerable people you could imagine. It does turn your stomach to think about it too much, hence the getting the fuck out of dodge, but even if you stopped, even if you quit, it wouldn’t matter. The boring and drilling won’t end on your account and there’d be a new runner to replace you. So it goes. It’s the lifeblood of the galaxy, Sansana. A tidal force. And some folks want to virtue signal and talk down to you just because you’re riding the wave instead of getting dashed on the rocks. Whatever. They can drown if they like, not your problem.

In short, it doesn’t matter what you do. Bakers, gunmen, artists, and thieves. If you’ve got credits in your pocket- then baby you’ve got blood on your hands. So what? You’ve cut out the middle-man. You’re closer to the root, to the seam; you’re a spice runner. Hell, spending most of your life in a tanker ship dodging the Reps is probably a helluva lot safer than building a life on a planet somewhere, waiting for the day Kylo fucking Ren has another tantrum and decides he wants to blow up a planet because his daddy left him or whatever the hell that little fucker’s problem is. 

You’re bitter, bitter about Alderaan and the bitterness has manifested itself in this hard exterior that works well as a shield in your line of work. Don’t get close, don’t get attached. Because one day, quick as light-speed, it could all disappear. So you do your thing, you band with whomever the Pyke Syndicate teams you up with, and you make your runs from Kessel to Correlia to Oba Diah to Nevaro. You send your bloody credits to your family, whatever you don’t spend yourself, and you keep your shell strong. 

That is until you met Poe. 

Poe is the best fucking pilot you’ve ever flown with. Maker, to watch him light-hop, to run and outgun the Reps, it’s like a dance. He’s smooth too, not just his attitude, but for a runner like yourself to see the way his hands have a mind of their own at the control panel, flicking the correct of the 52 switches outside his line of vision while not breaking a sweat despite the fact he’s got three Reps on his tail… maker, it’s something to witness. Familiar with the model of ship or not, he’s got a steady hand at the helm; his competence is like the executive function of the ship itself. He’s incredible.

He doesn’t stress you out like Zorii does, cursing up a storm, barking orders at you. Poe is encouraging, Poe gives high fives, Poe claps you on the shoulder and says shit like “nice work”. And being touched isn’t really your thing. Not in any fucking capacity. Crowds freak you out with the possibility of rubbing shoulders with someone, and not just because you’re wary of pickpockets. There’s a thing about proximity that you can’t handle, alright. So far Poe seems to be the only exception to the rule, his touches don’t make you cringe or flinch. They’re tolerable. You don’t like a lot of people. And that is to say, you don’t like people in great quantities and you don’t usually meet someone you can tolerate. It’s not rocket science to figure out why you find yourself in the middle of hyperspace with relative strangers, bouncing from planet to planet, often not stopping long enough to take a full deep breath of the native air. 

The sterile recycled oxygen on the ship is the smell of home. Crisp and dry like plastic, resiny like fuel, and of course; aromatic like spice. The shit is so pure and potent that no amount of packaging can contain the pungent fragrance of the drug. You don’t even bother to hide it in the gunnels on long trips because if a Rep boards the ship, there’s not going to be any mystery as to what you’re hauling. 

What is a mystery is what the hell Poe Dameron is doing running spice when he so clearly likes people and craves stability. He itches to get on-planet on your off-days, to go to markets and chat with strangers, to try new food, to see live music. He’s warm and kind in a way that no-one in this business is. And he is often convincing enough that you let him drag you by the hand to these frivolous excursions. And every time, every new treat he sticks in your mouth, every live song he twirls your clumsy teetering feet to, you can feel the way he presses on your barriers gently like thumbs on an eggshell, fracturing you beautifully and plucking off one fragment of your exterior at a time. As if there’s something worth seeing in the yolk of you. 

And, well. You fucked him. 

It was unexpected and hot and quick and in the dark, neither of you even fully undressed. 

You— the person who cringes about sitting next to a stranger at a bar, fucked Poe. 

You blame it on the chemicals, the adrenaline. You’d nearly been caught by a Rep, dirty orange-suited fuck had you on the ground, pinned, hands behind your back and you nearly blacked out from panic. Poe was wild, shouting at the Rep detaining you to “get the fuck off of her, don’t touch her!” and headbutting the Rep cuffing him, it was all such a blur, but when you came to, Poe was wild eyed, hands hovering over you, holding back from checking your injuries, frantically asking if you were okay. You couldn’t help it. The fucking cortisol or whatever, the fight or flight— it made you jump into his arms. He tentatively held you and rocked you while you cried into his shirt. Reassuring you that it was all okay. The reps were gone, you were safe and “no one’s gunna lay a finger on you on my watch.” So… you crawled into his bunk that night. Fucking chemicals. In total darkness, kissing him with unsure lips, rocking yourself on his willing hardness to your simultaneous release, and climbing shamefully out of his bunk before you gave into the chance to fall asleep in his wide warm arms. 

You were so fucking nervous the next day he would say something. And he’d be well within his rights too. You essentially used him. It took all your courage to sit next to him— in the co-pilot chair of the ship, hard to look at him, heart racing, guilty at how vulnerable you’d been the night before. Ashamed of how much of him you laid up bare against in the total darkness. You were sure that he wouldn’t ever take you seriously as a fellow runner after that. Not just the fucking, but the needing to be saved by him from the Reps, and the crying into his shirt. 

Poe cleared his throat and started with a tentative, “so about last night—“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You dismissed him with a curt response, busying yourself with the control panel, rechecking the calibrations. From the corner of your eye you could see him nod once and give a simple, “ok.” And he dropped it. He didn’t assume to get too friendly after that, didn’t intrude on your space beyond the usual tiny touches; fingers grazing over cups of caf, a light touch on your shoulder if he needed to get into the supply closet while you’re crouched over the boxes of spare parts, determining your shopping list for the next supply run. 

And it became a bit of a routine. On tough days… and on days that weren’t tough at all- climbing into his bunk in the swirling darkness of hyperspace, grabbing at each other quick and filthy, always leaving before sleep overtook you.

He always asks to taste you. He can’t shut up about it. You don’t even like kissing so much but you do it to keep his mouth busy, so he doesn’t get any ideas. Even kissing doesn’t stop his requests, He begs around your lips and into your mouth while you pump him with your hand, “Please, baby. Let me, let me taste you.” You shake your head even though you know he can’t see it in the perfect black of the hull.

You choose instead to line him up with you and sink down onto him in a now-practiced routine. His hands, so gentle and warm on your bare hips, not pressing you an inch further than you’d allow. 

Being with Poe like this is like the way he dances with you; to live music on Nevaro- so aware of your body, aware of your comfort level. Only ever asking for permission, and only bowing back easily without it.

And maker is he consistent. Fuck. You’ve never cum so hard with anyone else or even by yourself. Which is… pretty incredible because you’d been absolutely convinced, before Poe, that by yourself was the best you’d ever have… he proves you wrong every time. 

“Why do you leave right after? No pressure. Just curious.” He pants after your perfect release, kissing softly below your jaw, knowing that your mind is already out of the bunk. 

You didn’t tell him it’s because if you leave before you fall asleep, you can pretend it’s all a dream. You can wake up and be the person you know yourself to be. And, maker, they way he lets you keep up the ruse in the waking hours, never forcing you talk about it or making dirty jokes or wiggling his eyebrows at you; It’s enough to endear you to him enough to keep coming back, night after pitch dark night, crawling to him like a phantom, taking exactly what you need and leaving without a trace.  

It doesn’t feel real in hyperspace. Cutting through the fabric of space and time like that, leaping from one end of the galaxy to the other… if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound? If you make love to Poe in a place that neither exists in the fabric of space nor time, did it ever really happen?

You don’t tell him that, you pat his stubbly cheek and crawl back into your chilly bunk. Alone. 

He never comes to you, putting the burden of ‘when’ on you always. It’s not exactly a burden though, and every time he feels the dip of the mattress under your knee when you hoist yourself into his bunk he lets out a pleased little “mmmm, baby”. 

There’s no foreplay… sometimes you let him kiss your tits if he needs to get hard. But you’re mostly ready and raring and… it’s not passion, it’s not. Its just a release. It can’t be passion, it’s hardly even real.

He’s a good guy, he’s someone you can trust. And that shit is rare out here in the slug fields, the outer rim, and even rarer in your trade. It’s not typical for teams to last as long as yours has. But you can’t seem to shake him. The Pyke’s are pleased with your consistency- you figure that’s why they keep assigning you together and you’re so grateful Zorii isn’t on this run with you because she is… stressful. The only thing you miss about her is her willingness to be the emissary to Kessel when you land for the spice pickup. Because Poe refuses. You’ve never pressed him, never demanded that he should take his fucking turn to pick up the supply. And it’s not like he’s ever told you that he won’t do it. He is just always seemingly busy with internal repairs every time you land on the fucking torture rock. You don’t call him out on it. Because he doesn’t call you out on your proclivities, your needs. He accepts them and you accept his. If this is his line, if he cant step on Kessel, then you’ll do it for him. It’s a small price to pay for the safe feeling you get with him at the control panel… and the safe feeling you pull from him in hyperspace. 

The droids have finished loading the supply by the time you buckle in next to Poe. A rusted S1-D6 in a burlap cloth, tapping the side of the ship and giving you a broken and rusted thumbs up from the viewing port. Maker this place is fucking depressing. Your lips form a tight line and you nod at the droid.

Poe’s face is grim as he types in the coordinates for-

“Tattooine?”

Poe doesn’t look at you while he fires up the engines and destabilizes the compressor. 

“Yeah. We’re skipping the usual. This batch is going straight to the Daimyo.”

To the Daimyo? Not the Pykes. What the hell? 

“And are we the one’s expected to make the trade?” 

You’re not used to this, you’re used to dropping the shit to the syndicate’s establishments. You’re suppliers, not fucking drug dealers. Maker. You can’t even fucking speak Huttese! 

Poe flips the internal power mode controls to manual and tells you simply, “yes.”

“I’ve never done that before. Made the trade. It’s not my thing.”

Poe sequences the auto-lift and gives you a reassuring smile, “I know. No one’s expecting you to do it. The Pyke’s gave it to me. Just let me do the talking Lex.”

“You speak Huttese?”

“Are you surprised?” He gives you a cocky smile and a wink. Ugh. No. You’e not surprised. He’s good at everything. It’s mildly irritating. Whatever. He’s probably not fluent. 

You confirm the all systems command on your side of the pit and the ship rises easily. Leaving Kessel and all its fucking misery, maker you love to watch that planet get smaller and smaller until it’s a pinprick. Until Poe engages hyperspace and you’re in swirling blue. Neither here nor there. 

“Is this some kind of promotion for you?” You’re suddenly struck by the idea that Poe might be promoted to something more stable. Maybe running a branch of the syndicate of his own. He could do it. He’d be perfect at it. You can see him now, with a team in a Cantina. Regulars, subjects, a unit to protect him… somewhere warm and bright. With all the teeming life a planet has to offer. You’d heard they’ve been looking for a Head on Nevaroo. And you know how much Poe likes their five-blossom bread and the band that plays at Greef’s most nights. Whatever. People come and people go. You get a new partner every few runs. And that’s the way you like it. 

It’s honestly stupid he’s stayed a runner this long. Runner’s get paid flat shit for the most part. The Syndicate expects the runner’s to scrape a little spice off the top, you assume that’s why the pay is so bad. But a dealer… a dealer can set their own cuts. And the better they are at talking, the better cut they can get for themselves. 

“A promotion? Don’t know.” Poe shrugs and unbuckles himself, he heads over to the radio transceiver, sits down on the floor beside it, and begins untangling the mess of wires you can only assume was done by an Anzellan with how tiny and convoluted the knots are. “Would be nice though, wouldn’t it? Be a dealer?” Poe smiles up at you and you don’t know how he’s able to make being a dealer sound like the most optimistic thing in the galaxy. 

You unbuckle yourself and make your way over to the little stack of wires across from Poe, lowering yourself on crossed legs, you take a bundle of blue into your lap and begin to look for a place to begin. Maker, it’s impossible. 

“What’s so great about being a dealer?” You mutter, finding the end of a wire and tugging hard till the threads all bunch up and you sigh in frustration. 

“More money, for one. My dad could really use it.” Poe has mentioned Kes before. How badly the war affected everything in the Dameron household made you feel guilty for being so bitter. Poe lost his mother to the war, and his father has been trying to maintain their family aggregate business on Yavin with dwindling supplies and one bum leg. Poe had been there, helping him and then decided it would be more effective to send him money. Kes didn’t need labor, he needed parts. Parts for irrigation and tilling. And parts in this economy, when every scrap of metal is worth it’s weight in spice… well. There aren’t many entry level positions in the slug fields besides runner and miner. 

“You’d be a good dealer.” You choose another wire to tug and the bundle seems to get more bunched with every pull you make. 

“Careful, Lex. That sounded like a compliment.” He smiles at you and you note the way he untangles. He grabs the whole bundle in both hands and gently pulls from the center, stretching the cloud of string larger and larger, creating open pockets and widening the surface area of the previously balled clump. Loose wires fall out the edges of the mass and he rests it gently in his lap while he feeds the wire through the widened loops. You continue to tug and pull, getting into the tight knots with your fingernails and swearing every time you drop your bundle. 

“Well, where are we going after Tatooine, then?” You ask, still concentrating on the bundle. 

“Oba Diah.” 

You scrunch your eyes closed and shake your head. “How was I kept out of the loop on this?”

“Well, I know how much you love talking to Crodit.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly. Love of your life. I talked to him before we left for Kessel. Orders came from Lom himself.”

“No way.”

“Yeah. They’ve got faith in us, Lex.”

“Faith in you, you mean.”

“Us.” Poe says seriously. “You know how rare it is to find someone as devoted to Keeping It Business as you, Lex?” Poe insists. 

You don’t know how to take the compliment coming from him so you just look back to your bundle and pick at a particularly aggressive loop.

“I think it’s you they’re impressed with. Your— people skills.” 

“We make one hell of a duo. You have to admit.” He taps your shoe with his. Tiny touches. 

You can’t help the smile that burns your cheeks when you try to fight it. He’s right. He’s too generous with his compliments, but he’s right. Its why they team you up. You work well together.

“And neither one of us is scraping spice.”

Poe goes uncharacteristically silent.

“Right?” You question, letting your hands fall into your lap. The only sound is the buzzing of the fluorescents above you and the swirling hum of hyperspace.

Poe gives you a mischievous grin and shrugs his shoulders.

“Poe! You haven’t been scraping have you?” Fuck. That would be an unmitigated disater. God if the Pykes ever find out, you’re going to get more than canned.

“Not yet!”

“What do you mean, not yet?” 

“Little Lex, do you know why we are going straight to the Daimyo?”

“Yeah, you just said- because Crodit-“

“Did you not get a good whiff of the shipment? Get a look at the color?”

“No. Not really” You busy yourself with the wire, unwilling to say you’ve never inspected it AT Kessel before, always waiting for after you boarded. Because you’re a fucking runner. If there’s something dodgy with the product, or there’s not enough, that shit is between Kessel and Lom… but, well fuck, if you had known you’d be dealing you would have taken a closer look. 

“Fuck? Really?” Poe drops his half done bundle, (maker he’s so fast at that) and gets to his feet, slamming his hand to the port door and disappearing suddenly. You don’t have time to get anxious about the state of the product before he’s back and leaning on the far wall of the cockpit with a hand over his chest. 

“Dammit, Lex. You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“What do you mean?” 

“What do I-? Get up.” He snaps his fingers at you and holds out a hand for you to take. You toss your wire bundle to the side, barely a dent in progress, you take his warm hand and he hoists you up, still holding your hand- he leads you to the loading trunk. One of the cases is cracked open and you can smell the fucking thing from the other side of the hull. 

“Shit that is strong!” You remark, the odor overtaking you. It’s a good smell. A great smell. You’re used to the permeation of spice but this smells different. Stronger. Better. And when you get closer you note the redness is unlike any Spice you’d seen before.

“Gorgeous, right?” Poe smiles and nods his head at the cracked case, “Go on, take a look. I know you didn’t do it at Kessel.” 

You roll your eyes. If he’s going to give you shit for Kessel, he can pick up the next shipment himself. 

You kneel down over the trunk and rub your finger instinctively over the deep blood red of the dust. The spice. It looks like extrait or something. Unreal.

“You know what that is?”

You shake your head, mesmerized by the color, the smell, the texture of it as you glide your fingertips over the fine, powdery surface. Regular spice is more of a dull orange and has a note of dust in the scent. But not this. It’s pure, whatever it is.

“Sansana.”

Your eyes widen, “All of it?” You indicate to all of the cases and Poe nods his head with a huge smile.  

“All of it. And we,” he kneels down next to you and shakes your shoulder, “get to keep the dealer’s cut… if we talk it up with the Daimyo.”

Holy shit. A dealer’s cut on Sansana. Your family is going to be set for a while. Kes is going to be set too. Why you’re thinking about a man with a bum leg you’ve never met, who lives on a planet you’ve never been to, you’re not sure. … You might even be able to take a fucking vacation. To where, you don’t know, or really care. 

Finally, that magic mouth of Dameron’s is going to do you some good. If he can get you 60%, maker, you’ll be happy as a clam on Mon Cala. 

“I wanna try it though,” says Poe.

“What?! Try Sansana? Are you nuts?”

“What? When else am I going to get this opportunity? I gotta be able to assure the Daimyo he’s getting a quality product… plus Crodit kind of, well, it’s part of our deal. He said he couldn’t get me the dealer gig without dosing on Sansana. I gotta do it in front of the Daimyo too. As a cultural show of good faith.”

A cultural show of good faith?

“Crodit’s using you as a test-porg?!”

“Lex, it isn’t like that. I’m a big boy, I know what I signed up for.”

“So, let me get this straight… You’re going to the Daimyo, then you’re going to snort up Sansana, and then negotiate a deal? That sounds like a kriffing bad idea if you ask me.”

“No, Lex. WE are going to the Daimyo, I will negotiate, and THEN I will snort up Sansana…. In celebration of making a good deal.”

“I- Okay then. If that’s what Crodit says, if that’s what you say, I’m staying out of it. In fact, this is a much better idea than what I thought you were doing— scraping. Maker, that would have meant both of our heads.”

“I’ve got a proposition for you though, Lex.” 

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, I want you to do it with me.”

“Do what?”

“Sansana.”

“In front of the Daimyo?”

“No, not in front of anybody but me. Back on the ship. In Hyperdrive. Nice and safe on our way to Oba Diah.”

“I’m not just going to do Sansana because you asked me to, Dameron.”

Poe inhales as if he’s about to say something and then pauses and nods. “That’s fair.”

“I’d consider doing it for credits.”

“Straightforward. I like that about you, Lex.” 

You tip your forehead to him. 

“What if we make it interesting? A bet.” He offers.

“I’m listening.”

“If I can get us an 80% dealer cut with the Daimyo… then you have to do Sansana with me.”

80 percent? That’s a no-fucking brainer. You could take a month long break on a fucking deserted island, soaking up sun and surf without a care in the galaxy. All for one hit of the most coveted Spice in the fucking galaxy. Duh. “Deal!”

“Wait wait wait, not so fast, little Lex.” 

You prop your hands on your hips, “Of course there’s a catch.”

“You have to do Sansana with me, and… you have to let me eat you out.”

He’s never talked about it before, never brought it up. Only ever when you’re both naked in the dark with the only thing illuminating you being the swirling blue of space-travel. Never like this though: staring at each other face-on with the fluorescents overhead. He must see the way you gulp.

“We can do it in the dark if you want. I’ll even close the port-shade so there’s no light at all… I just want to taste you.”

You gulp again and stare at his mouth then. Would it really be so bad to… let him…. Lick you? I mean, maker he’s obviously hard up for it, including it on his end of the bargain. Everything about it is win-win-win all around as far as you’re concerned.

Maker, just looking at him is making your kriffing head spin. What are the terms of the bet exactly? If he gets more than 80 percent: you get money, a possible vacation, a dose of sansana, and Poe’s face between your legs; and thats all if HE wins the bet. 

If you win, and he doesn’t get over 80% you get… a regular dealer cut and life as usual, plus soberly babysitting a spiced-out Poe on your way to Oba Diah. God it seems like an easy yes, so why the fuck is it so hard to say it?

Poe, noting your continued silence puts a hand on your shoulder. 

“Lex, you don’t have to. I’m going to try to get us that 80% cut no matter what. I just thought I’d…”

“Spice things up?” You offer with a smile.

Poe laughs. “Yes. So, what’s the verdict?”

You purse your lips and nod. “I’m in.”

“Attagirl!” 

“But only one hit!”

“Hey, I won’t force you! You do as much— or as little as you want.”

Poe scoops a small palmful into a leather pouch and sets it on the shelf next to the cracked case. 

“You sure they won’t notice a scrape?”

“This much?” Poe holds up the pouch with laughter in his eyes. “Honey, a calibrator droid wouldn’t know this much was missing.”

“Just trying not to die, Dameron, that’s all.”

“I respect that, Lex. I really do.”

Poe closes and secures the cracked case and offers his hand to you, helping you up. Both of your palms are dusted in enough red to land you in Rep prison for life and when you rise up on your feet your face is nearly close enough to kiss him. He lets go of your hand, slowly dragging the red grit between your fingers and he turns to step back into the cockpit. His palm leaves a print on the white keypad and the earthy-red tone of the smudge doesn’t match the ship at all. It's glaringly natural among the sterility. You find a spare rag to wipe it clean. Maker what have you signed up for?

END

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Long Drive To Reno - One Shot

Pairing: Runner!Poe Dameron x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

⚠️ 18+!!! MINORS DNI | Words: 7k |  AU of sorts (Dystopian, lawless Earth?I don’t even know, Nevada)

Warnings: Graphic sexual content, heavy language, illegal activities, drug mention, probably typos, warnings are not extensive

Summary: The job is simple: bring in the mouthy Poe Dameron, warm. Turns out, it’s not as simple as you’re used to. 

A/N: I wrote this for myself, as I do many other things. DL;DR, it doesn’t take place in the same galaxy as Star Wars but there are plenty of references. It’s just a good time. 

The goods are under the cut!

You weren't a monster. You wished you were sometimes because it would make your job easier, but you weren't. Though if you were a monster, you supposed you wouldn't need to do this job. You could do whatever you pleased and live carefree if you didn't have the capacity to feel things. 

The whistling man in your back seat made you wish you were a monster. It also made you wish your radio could change channels so you could drown him out with music. That, unfortunately, wasn't the case. 

You cursed the man who hired you for offering you this job. It made sense why Moj would call you, you were the best, and when he told you the figure you'd be getting for something you could do in your sleep, you couldn't turn it down. 

"A hundred for a living, breathing Poe Dameron at my feet by noon Thursday. That's double what he owes me, and I expect to get every cent back from him. He has to be alive, though." Moj told you over the phone. At the time, you were in Bonnie Claire, just finishing up another job you got from one of his buddies.

That's how it always was: if Moj or any other bigwigs needed something done and the cheaper options weren't cutting it, they'd call you. You were always worth every dime to get your man efficiently, expediently, and in the manner requested. 

"My sources say he'll be at The Cantina in Vegas. There's an underground gambling venue there with some big event being hosted. I'll get you an in and send you all the details." He explained further. 

You were sitting in your car, parked outside a burger place, and eating french fries. You calculated that it would take about two hours to get to Vegas if you drive fast, an hour to secure the target, then about six and a half to seven hours to get to Reno. Seemed easy enough, but you had questions. "And what if this guy isn't there?"

"He'll be there. He couldn't turn down the chance to hustle his way into getting a few thousand. What matters is you making sure you get him out of there and to Reno quietly!" Moj's voice boomed into your ear. 

You didn't flinch, as you were used to him randomly raising his voice, and you responded as you always did: silence until he addressed you like an average person. Moj took a deep breath and continued in a normal tone. "Dameron likes whiskey, money, and pretty girls." 

"Now I see why you called me, Moj." You snickered. 

"Well, he'll respond much better to you than to any of my guys. You'll have to dress like you belong at a place like that: expensive, but easy." 

"Not an issue. As always, I'll take half in advance for the gas, supplies, and courtesy." You accepted the job, knowing you'll have it done with time to spare.

"Will wire it to you in an hour. Keep in touch, Y/a." 

Moj did as he said he would and sent you everything he had on the target, location, event, and all the details in between. You studied in your car the night before you were due to appear at The Cantina under the name Nadia Nygaard in a short black cocktail dress. 

You got through security quickly and were met with zero suspicion upon entry: like you were meant to be there. It all came down to finding the target, if the source was correct, and securing him. As if you conjured him up, you spotted him immediately at the bar, drinking a whiskey neat. 

Approaching the target yourself would spell disaster. If Dameron's been able to escape others, you can't tip him off. You choose to sit near him and order the same thing he did to gather his interest without directly showing you're paying attention to him. 

"I don't believe I've ever seen you around here." You hear as you watch the target approach from the corner of your eye. "Poe Dameron," He introduced himself, tipping his glass to you. He was much more handsome than the photo you were provided, but that's not what you came for. It's showtime. You put on your best smile and tip your glass back, 

"Lovely to meet you, Poe. I'm Nadia."

One drink and several nauseating conversations about how big of a deal Dameron was at the event later, and you were sure he was putty in your hands. The man didn't seem as crafty as Moj made him out to be, and that made you wonder if the men before you were just total imbeciles. 

From how he looked at you and his tone, it seemed you had him entirely sold, and he was ready to get you alone. Once he suggested the two of you leave, you took it right away. 

"My car's just outside." You tell him, adding a bit more bounce to your walk. That got Dameron's attention, and he followed closely. Almost a little too close for your comfort, but you just needed to play along a little longer. 

Once the two of you got to your car, he eyed the vehicle strangely. 

"I didn't take you for the type to drive an oldster like this." He piped up. You didn't like when people spoke negatively about your old gray SUV. She served her purpose, and you loved her for that. 

Just a little longer. You thought to yourself before you smiled,

"This is my less conspicuous car. Can't show up in a BMW to a gambling event these days. 'Sure to get broken into." You explained, playing it off perfectly. Dameron nodded and seemed like he was about to speak when you opened the back driver's side door, but then he looked confused. 

"You wanna do this here?" He asked, surprised by the prospect of having sex in such a rickety old thing. You shrugged and brought your body close to his, draping your arms over his shoulders and looking into his brown eyes. 

"Why wait?" You said with a wink. It was enough showmanship to make you gag, but Dameron seemed to have turned on to the idea right then. He started leaning in and placed his hands on your waist, lost, and you might have even considered letting him go for it if you hadn't gotten him right where you wanted him so goddamn easy. 

A quick knee to the groin is all it takes sometimes. It was hard enough for Dameron's face to contort and for his hands to instinctively remove themselves from you and cover the area as if he needed protection after the fact. While his thoughts were in his pants, you grabbed his arms and pinned his chest against your car to cuff his wrists behind his back. 

"What... what're you doing?" He asked weakly. Just then, he noticed the car door you opened didn't have a handle on the inside. He had been made. "Nadia, baby, let's talk about this." 

Getting Dameron in the car was easy because his knees were still wobbly. You didn't tell him your name wasn't Nadia. You didn't say anything at all. You just tossed your heels into the floorboard of the passenger seat, got in front of the wheel, and took off. 

Now he's in your back seat whistling like he's having a fantastic time, making you wish you brought duct tape. 

"Will you knock that shit off?" You say, focusing on him in your rearview mirror. The dark-haired man stopped,

"Why am I here? What did I do, Nadia? If that's even your real name."

"It's not my real name, and you owe someone a lot of money."

"Wow, so they actually sent someone competent this time? Normally their head fetchers don't get this far with me." He said, seeming proud of himself. You stayed quiet, and that seemed to drive him nuts. "Well, maybe more about the nice ass that came with you than competency. Regardless, who sent you?" 

Your eyes beamed at his through the mirror for the comment about your ass. He seemed to understand and sank back a bit into the seat. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean, you got a nice ass, but I should have kept that to myself." He rambled, making you miss the whistling. "I at least deserve to know who sent you!"

You kept that information to yourself for the next five minutes of silence, realizing that he wasn't as crafty as he was an irritant. It was the best five minutes you'd ever felt, just looking at the open road with nothing but Nevada's hellish desert around you. Then Dameron had to pipe up again. 

"I thought we had something special." 

"You wish, princess." You said with a snicker. He seemed confused over the out-of-pocket nickname you used because he was a pretty man, but Dameron didn't let that kind of thing slide. 

"Pet names? Kinky. I prefer something a bit more on the masc side, though, ya know? I dated a girl once who insisted on calling me daddy, and that was weird at first, but-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up." You bit, emphasizing each syllable as you darted your eyes to his in the rearview again. He stopped for a few minutes, letting you take a second to remember what a beautiful sun scene was on the horizon, the sky beginning to look purple like a bruise. 

"Can I sit up front?" Dameron asked, eyes entirely focused on the mirror now like he could try some Jedi mind trick to convince you. You sucked air through your teeth, playing like you really considered it before you answered,

"Nope." 

"Wanna play a road game?" 

"I want the next seven hours to be peaceful." 

"Fuck, you're boring. Should've taken me dead." 

"That wasn't my directive. Moj wants you alive because you stole his spice." 

"I know that, sweetheart." He said, pretending like he wasn't just asking who sent you not even ten minutes before. "Why'd he send you anyway?" 

"Because I'm good at what I do." 

"Apparently so. I never expected a woman, though. That was smart."

"The fact that I'm a woman doesn't matter. I always get my man, so I always get my money." 

"That's what drives you? Same here. What's your success rate?" 

"One hundred percent, and given that you're in my back seat, yours looks a little shakey." 

"Honey, you have no idea what my success rate looks like," Dameron said, followed by a wink. If he wasn't so goddamn annoying, maybe he would be more attractive. You rolled your eyes and focused on the road, trying to get the thought out of your head until he spoke up again. "You're thinkin' about it, huh?" 

"I'm thinkin' you'd like to get shot in the foot." 

"You'd be a lot less crabby if you got laid. When was the last time you came?" He asked with a shit-eating grin. You'd heard enough. 

You smashed your foot into the break peddle and braced yourself for an abrupt stop, listening to Dameron's head smack into the back of your seat roughly. "When was the last time you did?" You snapped, turning your body to look at his puzzled and pained face from the impact. He scrunched his face and shook his head, checking for disfigurement, and spoke again. 

"Alright, I'll shut up!"

 After about an hour of driving, Dameron started bugging you about needing to use the restroom. You tried to deny him for as long as you could, but you concluded that the temperature was dropping rapidly and you needed to get changed out of this dress. 

The next exit you took brought you to a seedy gas station with outdoor single-bathroom entrances. Grabbing your change of clothes, you pulled Dameron out and walked him to the men's room, opening the door and following him to ensure he didn't try to run. 

"I can understand car sex but gas station bathroom?" 

"When hell freezes over." You say with disgust. "I'm gonna change, you're gonna piss and keep your eyes to yourself." 

"That might be difficult." He said, flexing his arms to bring attention to his hands behind him. You rolled your eyes and made him lean on the wall as you unlocked the cuffs. 

"Turn." You told him, and he followed directions. You cuffed his wrists in front of him this time. "There, easy access."

"Is it necessary?" He wondered, raising an eyebrow. He was taunting you by making his eyes appear softer. You shrug,

"Just in case you try anything. Don't worry about it." 

Silence filled the echoey, grody bathroom as he turned his back to you and went to the urinal. You pulled the black dress over your head and put the black sweatshirt you had draped over the sink, eyes darting to Dameron to ensure he kept his eyes on his own business. 

Once your leggings were on, you peered at the man's back and crossed your arms. "You done yet?" You asked. 

"Nope. 'Hard to pee when someone's listening."

"Well, I'll cover my ears. Do your thing." You said, placing an index finger into each ear canal to muffle the sound. It worked as well as it needed to, and once Dameron was zipped back up and turned around, you took his elbow and led him back out to the car. 

 The weather continued to get colder as the car ride dragged on. Dameron was trying to be quiet and find something to do other than look out at the desert for the next five and a half hours but wasn't having much luck.

That was when you noticed a weather report over the one radio station that always faintly played in our car. You turned it up curiously. 

...The Sierra Nevada is preparing for the heaviest snow of the decade, due to hit the North Western and surrounding areas within the next hour or two. Ensure you stay clear of the roads and find a warm place to hold up until this thing passes... 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You mutter ragefully upon hearing the report. You pull your phone out and start scrolling through your contacts to call Moj.

"Your clunker's not gonna make it back to Reno," Dameron said doubtfully. You shook your head just as your finger hovered over the call button. 

"She has to." You said, putting the phone to your ear. It took two rings for Moj to answer.

"Hey, Y/A, You have my package?" 

"Not much of a package at all, but he's alive. You know about this freak storm?"

"First I'm hearing about it." 

"We'll be right in the middle of the shit, maybe later than anticipated for arrival."

"Then I'll have to dock you—occupational hazard." 

"You had me drive out here today, Moj. I can't control the fucking weather. This is more dangerous than I believed now, so if you want him by noon, I'll need some padding on that payment."

"We'll see once you get here. Better find a shortcut and drive fast, Y/A." He said smugly before the line went dark. You angrily tossed your phone into the seat beside you with a groan. 

 You gassed it as fast as your baby would take you, trying desperately to get miles behind you before even thinking about stopping at an exit. Dameron was still sitting idly, watching your concentration in the rearview mirror. Obviously, you didn't want to be in this car longer than you had to be, and if it took speeding to cover ground before the ice coated the roads, you were willing to do it. 

Dameron had predicted that your car wouldn't like being pushed the way you were pushing it, but you trusted her until she started sputtering and slowing down. 

"No, no, no, no." You repeated frantically, easing up on the gas and trying to undo whatever damage you'd done. The car slowed to a stop. "Nonononono." You repeated. Dameron scooted closer to the middle of the back seat and watched as you turned the key in the ignition. "Come on, girl, don't be like this." You pleaded to the vehicle, beseeching her to turn back on. After several unsuccessful key jiggles, you hit the steering wheel and shouted more profanities into the air. 

"I can take a look for you, ya know. I'm a mechanic."

You gasped exasperatingly, "Great! He's a criminal and a mechanic!" You rested your forehead on the wheel and sighed. You peeked at your phone: no bars.

You know this car like the back of your hand, so once you were calmed down, you got out and inspected under the hood. The cold breeze cut through your clothes like a hot knife, and when you realized you had no fucking clue what was going on with the car, you yanked Dameron out to look on the off-chance he was telling the truth. 

He did what he could with cuffed hands but ultimately decided he couldn't figure it out in the conditions, granted it was dark, and the snow had begun, so you both got back into the car. Once inside, you began digging for your blankets, spare coats, and a flashlight. You basically lived in this car on jobs.

With the flashlight aimed at the ceiling, you grabbed one of the blankets and leaned over the center console to drape it over the cuffed man. The shadows from the harsh yellow light in the near pitch-black car brought out all of Dameron's best features when you were looking at him. 

Though Dameron didn't like being cuffed much, something was comforting and intimate about the gesture of you making sure he stayed warm. You could have tossed the blanket back and let him figure it out, but you tucked him in before taking care of yourself. 

"I don't really need these cuffs right now, ya know? If I wanted to be out there in the snow, I would be." He said, bringing up a good point. You kissed your teeth, weighing the odds for a moment before deciding he was right and unlocking him and sitting back in the driver's seat with your blanket. 

The car was quiet as you stayed in the driver's seat, and he sat in the back. The situation was the most unfortunate thing you could think of: being stuck in the middle of nowhere surrounded by snow and ice with the man you're meant to deliver as your only company. You start to feel your teeth chatter as the temperature in the car drops further. 

"We need to work together here, sweetheart. Just come back here, and we'll layer the covers and keep as much heat between us as possible." Dameron suggested. You couldn't believe it was a good idea, but the fact that he wasn't cuffed anymore made you anxious enough. 

"Nope." You said through your bone chill and the plume of fog from your hot breath in the cold air. 

He was clearly growing frustrated with your stubborn attitude from the unbelieving chuckle that escaped him before he spoke up again. "That's your favorite word, huh? We won't make it through the night if we don't share. What good are we if we freeze to death?"

You huffed and climbed into the back seat, having had enough of the shivering and the obnoxious sound of Dameron being right. You draped the blanket you had over the top of his, and he lifted one side over your shoulders. The heat radiating off his body drew you closer without a second thought, and you relished it to your chagrin. 

The two of you sat in silence, shoulder to shoulder, surrounded by fleece for several minutes. There was nothing else to do, but you felt loads warmer than before. 

"So, you wanna make conversation now?" Dameron broke the silence. The idea didn't seem half bad, provided the situation and boredom.  

"Might as well. What about?"

"What do you need Moj's money for? Aside from a new car." 

"Shut up about my car, princess!" You exclaim playfully, making him laugh. His laugh was lovely and just as warm as his body. You brushed off the thought and decided to answer the question. "My nephew's sick... 'Been sick for a long time, and his treatments and medicines are only getting more expensive." You start. Dameron's expression grew softer in the yellow beam, 

"Shit, I'm sorry." He said softly. You shrug, not wanting sympathy for doing what anyone would do. After all, you weren't a monster. 

"My sister, his mom, can't pay for it alone. Not since her shitass husband left because it became too much for him. That's where all my money goes." 

"So, you're actually a good guy? What're you doin' in a business like this?" 

"It pays. I've been telling myself I'll get out, but I haven't gotten that big payday yet. Until now." You admit. Typically, you avoided all discussions of reward with your targets. This was a unique situation, though. You have to play a buddy system with your man for the first time. 

"Am I really worth that much?" Dameron asked, putting you on the spot. The last thing you wanted to do was tell him the exact amount, but you nodded. 

"You have no idea." You answered.

Another chill ran through you, causing you to shiver and consequently causing Dameron to scoot closer, introducing more of his body to yours. Whether it be the situation, the freezing cold, or the fact that the man was good-looking, you felt a dull ache as you lusted for warmth. 

"Looks like I gotta stay alive then. Stay warm. So do you. That boy's life depends on it." He broke the silence again, bringing his arm up over your shoulders and snuggling you into him. You wanted to hit him, tell him he was taking it too far, taking advantage of your need to survive, but the heat was too good to pass up.  

"Suddenly, you're Mr. Morals? You don't give a shit about my nephew." You spat, trying to find something to say to allude that you weren't happy with this situation. 

"I do now. We're gonna make it out of this; you're gonna take me to Moj, and whatever happens, happens." He admitted. It was almost unbelievable, but there was a sense of trust in his tone that hadn't been there since you put those cuffs on him.

To avoid understanding this man much more, you stayed quiet. Dameron, being himself, couldn't keep the silence between you. "You know I only took Moj's spice because he was having me deliver to people who deal to kids, right? I sold it and stupidly gambled away that money. I regret many things, but disappearing on that run isn't one of them." 

Amazingly, the furrow in your brow that was permanently stuck there when looking at Dameron disappeared. Moj didn't tell you any of this, and though you could stay distrusting of Dameron, you believed his tone, body language, and eyes. 

You started to wonder if the heat of his breath would be enough to warm your face. There was no doubt in your mind that the same heat coming from the rest of him was replicated by his lips. The dull ache grew more profound, and you couldn't tell whether this was your ardor for survival anymore or not. 

You shook the thoughts free, knowing nothing good would come of them, and broke the seething eye contact to look out the window to your side at the baron road beside you. "Nobody's coming for us, and it likely won't be until daylight when they can clear these roads." You spoke up, stating the obvious to keep your head out of the gutter. 

"Let's do something fun then. 21 questions?" Dameron spoke up behind your head. You laughed,

"Is this a ploy to get me to answer your question from earlier?" 

"Just a way to pass the time." He replied with a shrug and grin. He would ask again the second he had the chance, and you knew it. 

"8 months ago." You admit, keeping a stone expression. 

Dameron looked confused momentarily, but the lightbulb turned on immediately, and his eyes widened. "Bullshit!" He said, nearly shouting in disbelief.

It was strange to speak aloud, and you barely believed it yourself, but with the workload you've had over the last year, you were positive the last time you orgasmed was that long ago, if not more. "Haven't had action, no time to rub one out, just coasting." You added. 

"No wonder you're so mean! You're all backed up!" He teased. You rolled your eyes, 

"I'm mean because it works." 

"Doesn't seem to be working on me."

The statement nearly nailed you. Dameron was impossible, and somehow his stupidly handsome face, laugh, and smile were all charming you in the stupid back seat of this stupid car. On top of that, it was clear that he wanted you and continued pulling you into him.

It was enough to make you tense your legs together. Every sense of self-control was slowly withering away, but you held on. You told yourself again it was a bad idea and brushed it away in silence. 

"What's your favorite song?" Dameron asked, once again splitting the silence. In your own head, you didn't quite catch the question right away. 

"What?" You questioned, hoping he would elaborate.  

"I don't like quiet, and I wanna get to know you more if we're gonna be stuck here together for a while." He said, not repeating the question. What he had asked caught back up with you like computer lag, and you wanted to laugh at the fact that he would ask something so tame when he could put you on the spot. Hell, you wanted to laugh at the fact that you wanted him to put you on the spot. 

It occurred to you that this whole situation was the dumbest thing you've ever been a part of, and no matter how cold your fingertips felt, you wanted to know what his lips felt like long before you got in this car back in Vegas. You knew you were delaying the inevitable, and the idea of this man making you sweat in this freezing car made you weak in every aspect.

And here he was, still looking at you with big brown eyes, waiting for you to tell him your favorite fucking song? 

"Fucking hell." You groaned, astonished at how you couldn't keep your hands to yourself as you took his face into them, pulling it to yours and kissing him. Dameron was shocked at the sudden change of pace but kissed back gladly. Unsurprisingly, the man was a stellar kisser until he broke it off and backed his lips away from yours, needing to say something.

"What happened to 'when hell freezes over'?" He asked, flashing a smile as triumphant as his tone. 

"Have you looked outside lately?" You gestured to the window with a nod of your head. 

"You know, I make a lot of jokes. If you don't want to do this, I'll shut up about it, sweetheart." He suggested. A consent king, even when referring to you by the nickname you've loathed this entire trip. You brought a hand to the collar of his shirt and gripped it,

"How about shut up, or I'll change my mind?" 

Dameron's eyes darkened in the light of the single flashlight sitting on the dashboard before kissing you again, this time with the ferocity of a man who had been thinking about this all day, palm planted firming on the small of your back. 

The cold air in the car grew warm as fire bloomed between you, and before you knew it, he had scooped you into his lap. His hands moved from your back to your buttocks, lightly kneading them and pushing you into him more. Your thoughts raced about how insane this was, and you remembered that you had never told him your real name, as crucial as that is in a situation where you're straddling someone. 

"My name's Y/N, by the way." You managed to breathe out between heavy pants. You felt Dameron's smile turn up under your hands on his face. 

"Y/N?" He asked, sounding intoxicated and trailing wet, slow smooches down your jaw. "That's a good name. I like that." He whispered, followed by more kisses down your neck, each word vibrating through you powerfully and shooting straight between your leg. "Y/N..." He repeated your name slower this time, feeling each syllable with his mouth and seemingly loving how it rolled off his tongue. 

It had to have been the hottest thing you'd ever heard, circumstances be damned. 

You relaxed your hips into him more, fitting flush to him and grinding as close as possible as your lips met again. He was obviously erect and painfully so. The kissing, grinding, and ass-grabbing stopped suddenly as he brought one hand between you and slipped it under your waistband, into the depths of your underwear, and introduced a finger between your folds.

"Oh, you feel like you've been soaked since we left Vegas, baby." He whispered like it was a secret to keep between the two of you, and his brown eyes trained on yours to gather your expression. Your face flushed more, knowing that was true with all the talk. 

Dameron snuck a finger straight into your pussy, and you let out an airy gasp, surprised by the sensation of it and his wrist moving against your clit as he plunged the digit in and out. The breath was visible like smoke if the sound wasn't enough to prove it.

There was something unexplainably filthy yet enticing about being a sopping wet mess on top of him. You rode his hand needily, eyes forcing themselves closed all the while he stayed on what he could see of your face. Even with the single beam from the flashlight, you were still foxy to him, each breathy moan and the tightening around his now two fingers unmistakable.

"You gonna come all over my hand, baby?" He whispered again with a rasp that coaxed the orgasm out of you like a spell. The friction of your clit against his wrist and the fingers pressing inside you became too much, and your climax tore through you blindingly. 

"Fuck!" You howled as your skin felt hotter than it had since you'd been stuck here, and you bucked your hips as the high receded. 

Once he felt you'd had enough fun with his hand, he pulled it out, and you heard the sound of his zipper and the clink of his belt buckle follow before his hard-on sprang free and rested against you. 

In a fleeting moment, as your arousal built back up, you gripped his length and tended to it with your hand. Dameron's head dipped back, and you couldn't tell if it had more to do with being touched or teased. 

"Not much to say now, Dameron?" You spoke, referring to his insistence on never shutting up when you ask. He picked his head back up,

"Bold of you to say after forgetting proper words while you pitifully rode my hand a minute ago." He growled. You gave his cock one last stroke before you removed your hand and bent into the front seat. "Not that I'm complaining," Dameron added, seeming slightly panicked over the action. 

After digging in your glovebox, you pull out a lone condom you kept there for emergencies and hand it back to him. 

"No way in hell I'm fucking you without protection." You say with a small laugh. Dameron didn't seem offended and unwrapped the rubber without a second thought. 

"You? Fucking me? We'll see." He responded, seeming to issue a challenge. The way you saw it, you had the upper hand as you sat patiently, and once the condom was on, he pulled you right back into his lap. His length eased into you slowly and painfully, deeper still until you were full.

Dameron's eyes watched your face with complete fascination, loving your expression and sounds as you adjusted to him. "That's it, y/n, take the whole thing. God, you feel so nice." He hummed smoothly. You sat momentarily, considering the vengeful sting you felt in your torso before slowly rolling your hips, finding your spot, and getting him exactly where you wanted him. 

As you rocked your hips, he lifted his own in sync with yours and guided you with firm hands on your buttocks, thighs, waist, anything he could get a hold of on your exquisite body. You watched from half-open eyes as the cocky bastard smiled with each moan or whine you made, a complete 180 from your previous attitude toward him. 

While your words reigned true, and you were indeed fucking him, he was not shy about giving it right back, busting his hips up and forward with each motion you made just to etch deeper and deeper into your tight walls. You could have sworn you felt everything as he drove his cock into you. 

The burning sensation in your belly built as you roughly ground into each other, every bit of tension melting away with each throaty grunt. Your fingers were tangled in Dameron's tousled hair, and you tugged ever so slightly each time you would bring your hips up, and he would relentlessly thrust back into you. 

Each muscle in your thighs and belly tensed as you threw your head forward and buried it in his neck, finally losing your composure as you came undone. 

"Yes, baby, f-fuck!" He groaned as he felt you clench and throb around him. You didn't have the strength to keep going, so he held you close to his chest while he finished with a few more kicks of his hips. You continued to lay your head on his shoulder, wholly slack-jawed and empty-brained for a moment. 

"That's a good way to warm up," Dameron said between heavy breaths. Raunchy car sex aside, you were much warmer than before, almost sweating. You pointed out the fog on the windows surrounding you, and he chuckled as he shifted to where you were both resting in the seat.

 Several hours of darkness came and went as you chatted up a storm, and Dameron gagged about being correct: you were suddenly a lot nicer having been laid. 

As the morning began to peek through the sky, you both got as bundled up as you could muster and went back under the car's hood to see what was happening. Dameron seemed to figure it out right away and waved for you to try and start her up, and she did. 

"Hell yes, old girl!" You shouted in celebration. Dameron approached the passenger side and got it, meeting your victorious cheering with high fives before realizing he was in the front seat. 

"Whoops, I got excited." He explained, reaching for the handle to get out again. You stuck your hand out and grabbed his wrist,

"The heater feels better up here, anyway." You said. With that, he settled into the front seat, and you took off carefully down the icy road, confident you'll make it to Reno on time.

About an hour from your destination, you hit an exit and pull into a gas station, nearly empty in the gas tank and empty in your stomach. You also found it hard to go any further with all the questions in your mind now, and once you were in park next to a pump, you rested your head on the wheel. 

"You alright?" Dameron asked, placing a caring hand on your shoulder. You weren't sure if you were alright. You crossed a boundary, and now you weren't sure if you could go through with what you were hired to do. 

"I don't know. I have no idea what I'm doing, Dameron." You groaned, throwing your head back up. "I don't think I can do this now, as pathetic as that probably sounds." 

"It doesn't sound pathetic at all, baby. You need that money. I want you to get that money, help your sister and her boy, get a new car, and get back on the road to where ever you came from and as far away from Moj as possible. You get that?"

You stared at him with glossy eyes, holding on to every inch of your toughness and still feeling it melt away at cotton candy in water. Not necessarily because you suddenly cared about Dameron, but because he did what he thought he had to do. He didn't deserve punishment, even if you needed the money. 

"I can't, goddamnit! I'm not a monster."

"I know you're not, y/n. That's why you gotta do this. Don't go back on the mission." 

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves and nodded before getting out to buy snacks and water and put money on the pump. You kicked yourself for not asking what Dameron wanted, so you grabbed various chips, candies, and jerkies to provide options and a small box of condoms to replace your emergency one. 

As you walked back out to the car with your plastic sack of snacks, you noticed the passenger seat was empty the closer you got. Panic struck you immediately as you thought of your stupidity for not putting the cuffs back on. 

For letting him sit up front with you. 

For fucking him. 

For letting him make you think he gave a damn about you. 

You circled the SUV, thinking maybe Dameron was in the back seat, but he wasn't. You whipped your eyes around the parking lot, down the road, and anywhere you might see him walking. Nothing. 

"Crafty son of a bitch." You mumbled to yourself, feeling like you might cry. 

"What was that?" A voice said from behind you. You pivoted around and were met nearly nose-to-nose with Dameron. Something came over you, and you sprang forward, hugging him tightly. "Woah, I just went to the restroom. Miss me?"

Relief flooded your body from head to toe, and you realized it definitely looked like you missed him. "Shut up. I thought you ran off." You snapped, breaking the embrace. 

"For someone who doesn't want to turn me in, you seemed pretty busted up about losing me." He teased as you went around the car to pump the gas. He realized you weren't amused and got back in the car.

 Dameron started going through the bag of snacks once you were back on the road, seeming unsure of where to start when he came across the box of condoms. 

"Tryna tell me something?" He asked, holding the box up. You peered over from the corner of your eye, trying to not veer from the slick road when you answered,

"To replace my emergency rubber. Those go in the glove box." You inform. Dameron popped the glove box in front of him open and sat them inside but spoke up before closing it.

"You know, there's six in here. I'm sure you won't miss one of 'em, right?" 

His suggestion piqued your interest enough to make you sit upright in your seat, but you looked at the digital clock on your radio and noticed you had two hours before you had to be at Moj's. "We're running out of time, Dameron."

"Reno's maybe an hour out. We're making great time!" He said, defending his point. You wanted to but returned to your silent mode to avoid more trouble. He noticed this and spoke again, "No, you're right. 'Last thing we need is for you to like me any more than you already do. Orgasms will do that to someone." 

You started to feel the familiar ache once more, telling yourself you can't do it again. It'll only make things harder once you get there.

"Shut up and eat your jerky, princess." You demand as you adjust your grip on the steering wheel. You were suddenly so flustered it was uncomfortable. Dameron's eyes are all over your face,

"You're thinking about it. I'm starting to grow on you, y/n. I know it."

He was right, as much as you didn't want to admit it. "Like a fuckin' wart." You say, trying to keep it together, but he notices the blush rise on your cheeks, seeing right through you. 

"Pull over."

 It wasn't a quickie, but it was worth making up for the lost time and extra ground you had to cover by speeding, somehow making it to Moj's 20 minutes early. 

"You know, I'm giving you the option to not go in there with me. I'll just tell Moj I lost you." You said, taking off your seatbelt. Dameron shook his head,

"You get that money, baby. Don't worry about me. I'll figure it out." 

You led him inside and past the guards who stood on either side of the front entrance, flashing nothing but the resting face they recognized you for. Moj was sitting at a table, waiting for you. 

"Y/n! You always, always come through." He exclaimed upon seeing you and Dameron. He waved for one of his cronies to send you your money, and you ensured you got it by checking your phone, eyes widening at the figure. Moj tacked an extra twenty grand over what he already owned you. "For the weather trouble, that was my mistake. You did right by me, so I'll do right by you."

Dameron quickly glimpsed your face, not knowing the figure but knowing it was more than he probably imagined. You nodded to Moj, 

"I'll be going then. I'm out now, so I'm going back home." You Informed. Moj mouthed to the goon who sent you the money to take Dameron to the cellar before he responded to you. 

"Well, if you ever need another job, you know who to call. Fantastic work, as always." 

The goon took Dameron by his arm and started pulling him out of the room as you walked out of the building, feeling a slight ache in your chest. 

Two minutes later and a mere block away, you turned around, muttering profanities to yourself for being too soft. 

You only had to go through the back entrance and past the one crony with Dameron's arm, pistol-whipping the back of the beefcake's head before you grabbed the same arm and yanked Dameron out the door. 

"Are you nuts?" He asked as soon as you got back to the vehicle. You frantically started her up, 

"Yes, but I'm no monster." You told him, hauling ass out of the parking area and back onto the road. Dameron watched with the same fascination he had when you were in his lap for a moment before speaking up,

"Okay, so what's the plan?" 

"I'm going back to Phoenix and dropping some money off with my sister, then getting as far away from the West as fucking possible. I'll drop you off wherever you wanna go after that." You explained, eyeing the road behind you to ensure you weren't followed too closely. You didn't expect an answer for Dameron about where he wanted to go, but he gave you one:

"I've never had anyone stick their neck out for me like that. You're stuck with me now, sweetheart."

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[theywhowriteandknowthings]

Snippet for “Why don’t you punish me then?”

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime 💜

Subby little Poe is such a brat~

Hope to post this in full tonight!

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[againstacecilia]

No More Wasted Time (Rewrite)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female reader (modern!AU)

Word Count: 6.4k

Rating: E for sure. No minors.

Warnings: Childhood-friends-to-lovers, unprotected p-in-v, alcohol usage, break-up, hurt/comfort, heaps of emotion, overall smut warning.

A/N: We've come full circle here, folks! This is a rewrite of the first fic I ever wrote/posted, just wanted to try my hand at elevating my writing now that I've had some more practice. Please let me know what you think through reblogs and/or coming to yell at me in my asks! Here's the link to the NMWT universe masterlist if you wanted to peruse more of these two goofs. 🥰

Thank you for reading, and May the 4th Be With You. 💖

You had known Poe your whole life. For most of it, he’d just been the pesky older brother of your best friend. Your parents had been friends with his since long before you were born and the boys had just come built-in to the family they created.

Honestly, the dynamic had always worked; he teased and pestered his brother and it just sort of rippled over to you. It didn’t matter that you had snuck glances in high school at Poe as he pulled himself out of the pool, learning to admire the shift of muscles in his back or the strength of his arms. The hours you spent with him in their garage keeping him company and occasionally helping him fix his beat-up old car was just a way to pass the time when you had nothing better to do, and nothing to do with how just talking with him made you feel… Awake. Even in your darkest moments, the easy flow of conversation had been a light that opened your eyes and lifted a weight off your shoulders. Even the nights of teasing and poking fun at dive bars that never checked your fake IDs were just friendly. Never anything more.

And then you left. Went off to college and grad school and figured out who you were outside of the boxes of youth. Had experiences and grew and decided that coming home wasn’t such a bad idea. Especially when your boyfriend, Mark, had been so enthusiastic about joining you and starting your lives together.

It felt right to be back home. Six years and what seemed like a different life later, it felt right to be sitting on the back deck with your family, your parents and the Damerons sipping cider in the warm September afternoon.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” your mother starts, her hair blazing in the later afternoon sun, “Poe will be stopping by. Said he wanted to say hi.”

“I’m not surprised,” you roll your eyes with a smile, “he’d never miss an opportunity to be a pain in my ass.”

“He said he misses you.”

You hum a non-committal response, taking another sip of your drink. “You know what, I’m glad he’s coming by. It’ll be good to see him. I don’t think I’ve seen him since Christmas last year.”

The conversation continues around you and you take a moment to close your eyes and breathe in the late summer air. Two years in a colder, northern state made it clear that you never wanted to be without the sun again. Its strong, constant presence at home was a sign to you that being here was right. Being home was right.

As you begin to doze the creak of the screen door signals Poe’s arrival. You sleepily open your eyes and turn to shoot him a grin. “Well finally, Mom said you were coming by. I’ve been waiting for hours.”

He sketches a playful bow, “So sorry to have kept you waiting.” He swiftly makes his way to the parents, dolling out hugs and greetings before settling down in a chair next to his father.

The afternoon progresses, laughter and chit-chat filling the air. Poe pushes as many of your buttons as possible, as usual, but it feels like home. You playfully threaten to kick his ass out, laughing as you stand and make your way toward the door to get another drink from the kitchen.

Just as you open the refrigerator door, your phone buzzes in your pocket. A tipsy giggle falls from your lips as you pull it up and see your boyfriend’s name flashing across the screen.

“Hi baby,” you answer brightly, “everything go okay getting the UHaul?”

Mark is quiet for a moment, static crackling on the line. He finally begins to speak, the minutes blurring together as he feeds you excuse after excuse. Finally, he tells you he isn’t moving home with you. He isn’t coming. You hang up the phone in a daze.

The living room is silent as you stare at nothing for a minute, not fully remembering how you’d gotten to the couch. Shock has locked up your mind and the backlight on your phone fades to black in your still-hovering hand. He isn’t coming…

The feeling of being watched shakes you from your haze but you don’t turn to the form you feel hovering in the doorway to the kitchen. You aren’t sure how long he’d been standing there, but it’s easy to assume he’d heard enough of the conversation to know what’s going on.

“You can come out of there, Poe, you’re a terrible snoop,” you say quietly.

“Who says I was snooping?” You finally turn to shoot him a weak glare. He’s standing against the doorframe, arms clad in his favorite olive green hoodie crossed over his torso. “I heard a raised voice and thought I’d come see what all the commotion was about.”

“Save it, Poe,” you sigh, slumping against the couch, “I’m not in the mood.”

He looks at you with an all-too-knowing gaze. The one downside of knowing Poe as long as you had: he’d known you just as long. “Alright, alright. I know you aren’t mad at me specifically, so I’ll play nice. Wanna talk about it?”

“Not even a little bit.”

“Wanna drink about it?”

You look at the half-empty drink in your hand and give it a shake. “Sure. Go make me another one. I’ll be done with this one when you get back.” He leaves with a nod, disappearing back into the kitchen.

By the time Poe returns with two fresh drinks and, to your surprise, a bottle of whisky, your drink is indeed gone. “Figured I’d bring the whole bottle, assuming I heard that conversation correctly. What was this one’s excuse?” He sits down next to you on the couch.

“He said something along the lines of, 'You just have so much going for you and I’m only going to bring you down.’ I told him I wasn’t in the business of fixing broken men anymore and if he wanted to break up with me then he needed to just come out and say it. Then he got mad at me for quote, 'not giving a shit’, called me a bitch, and told me it was over.” You hold your hand out for the drink, only to have Poe put the open bottle in your palm instead.

“What a stupid kid.”

“Maybe I’m the stupid one,” you scoff as you take a swig, the amber liquid burning its way down your throat and honing your shock into something sharper. “How do I always attract these kinds of guys?”

Poe looks at you for a second, an unfamiliar emotion on his face. You blink and it’s gone, replaced by the cool, nonchalant mask he usually wore. “Like I said, stupid kid. Might be time to set your sights on a man.”

“Oh sure, bring on the men in their suits with a 401k and a car they didn’t haggle off a junk lot. Where could I find them? I’m sure they’d be interested in a girl fresh out of grad school who still doesn’t have a job. A real catch.”

“You’d be surprised at what people see as attractive. Me, for example. I don’t do too badly. But I’m incredibly attractive so that isn’t too surprising,” he says with his trademark smirk.

“Shut the fuck up,” you mutter, half-heartedly throwing a pillow at him. Surprisingly, he does, and you fall into an easy silence, the only sound coming from the quiet news story on the tv.

After a few minutes, your parents and the Damerons come in and begin gathering up their things to go out. “We decided to grab a cab to Mauri’s for dancing, you kids want to join?” Your mom asks, slipping her shoes on in the entryway.

The hometown bar was legendary for Friday night dancing, but the usual draw just doesn’t tug on you. “Nah, Mark just called and told me he isn’t coming. Not really in the mood for dancing.”

“Oh honey,” your mother sighs, “I’m so sorry.” She walks to your side and perches on the arm of the couch. “Do you want us to stay?”

A warm glow momentarily fills your chest at her concern. “No, please go have fun. I’m just gonna hang here and go to bed early.”

Your mom kisses the crown of your head and pulls your gaze to hers. “If you need anything, we’ll come home right away.”

“Don’t worry, I have to work early so I’ll keep her company,” Poe gallantly offers. You subtly send him a grateful glance. He winks back with a grin.

“Okay, if you’re sure…” Your mom begins before your dad gently pulls her away, reminding her that you’re an adult and that you’ll ask for help when you need it.

The taxi pulls up and your parents file out the door, already bubbling about what songs they hope the band plays and what friends are already there waiting for them. The house quiets down again and you sink back into your seat.

Damn, the couch is small, you think to yourself, realizing how slight the distance is between you and Poe. Was he that close the entire time?

Shaking your head, you turn your attention to the windows overlooking a tidy front yard. The sky outside is on its way to twilight and, in the companionable silence, your mind wanders back to the phone call with Mark. There goes a year of my life… What do I do now?

Poe abruptly speaks up, pulling you out of your moping. “Alright, time for a change of scenery. Want to go sit on the back porch? Get a fire in the fire pit going?” he asks, turning to face you. That man never could keep still long enough to even get through a commercial break.

"Sure. I don’t have a jacket, though. Packed all my cold clothes so they’re sitting in storage.” A small pang rings through you as you remember who you packed all your things with. Looks like I won’t be unpacking with Mark after all…

Whether he sees the hurt in your eyes or not, he doesn’t acknowledge it. “You can wear mine, ya baby,” he scoffs, taking off his hoodie in one swoop and handing it to you, “It isn’t that cold yet.”

You ignore the jab and head towards the back of the house.

The night is starting to cool off. Leaves are starting to turn but not fall, summer is starting to yield to autumn. You pick the oversized chair closest to the fire pit and climb into it, curling up and putting on his sweatshirt as you go. He doesn’t say anything as he grabs some wood from the shed and piles it into the fire pit. Sure, steady movements show just how many times he’s done this, strong arms and dexterous hands building up the logs around the smaller kindling. It doesn’t take long before he’s got a crackling fire going, the flames dancing in the twilight glow. He settles into the chair opposite you. Some time passes in silence before you finally say:

“I’m such an idiot.”

Poe holds space for you to figure out the emotions warring inside you. He doesn’t try and fix the problem, just stares into the flames and waits for you to continue. Usually the picture of calm, you can’t help but notice the muscle flicker in his arm as his fingers tense into a fist. Almost like he’s wanting to argue with the words falling from your lips. From the truths that flow as alcohol plies your tongue.

“I should have seen this coming… Who am I kidding? Of course the only guys who are interested in me end up having mommy issues or daddy issues or something and I, ever the rehabilitator, can’t seem to just let them see a fucking therapist. I have to fix them. So, apparently, I deserve this. Just doomed to a life of bouncing from guy to guy until I’ve given them all the second chances they don’t deserve. I’m a fucking mess.”

Your voice breaks on the last word and you at last let the tears come. The dam breaks and you bury your head in your hands as the last of the shock wears off and your mind comprehends what’s happened. Soft steps walk toward you and Poe slides into the oversized chair next to you.

Just as you pull your legs up to tuck into yourself, Poe slides his arms around you. Both strong and steady, he slides one under your knees and braces one behind your shoulders to pull you into his lap. As soon as you’re settled, you release the tight grip on your legs and slip your arms around his shoulders, leaning into his embrace and letting him hold you as you cry. You don’t worry about why you’re suddenly letting yourself be so vulnerable and exposed emotionally with him, you just let him comfort you with soothing strokes down your back. He lets you cry and, eventually, starts humming. It isn’t any song in particular, he just hums and works a beautiful melody that you can feel in your whole body. You’re familiar with the timbre of his voice, rich and warm, helping you through the sobs rather than trying to stop them. Weathering the storm with you. Finally, the tears stop, your breathing evens out, and you both just sit there for a little while.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, pulling your arms from around his shoulders and wiping your eyes, “I guess it all just kind of caught up with me.”

“You don’t have to apologize, we’ve all been there,” he squeezes you in a small hug but doesn’t let you go. “Although, I’ve never seen you like that.”

“We’ve known each other our whole lives and you’ve never seen me cry?”

"No, I’ve never seen you doubt yourself.”

You don’t respond for a moment before asking, “What do you mean?”

“In all the years we’ve known each other, I’ve never seen you stop believing in yourself. You’ve always been this confident, albeit stubborn, person who was actually known to give me a challenge every once in a while.” You look up to see a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Why do you think I never complained when you came over?”

“Uh, because we were kids and didn’t have a choice in the matter?”

“My brother was always having friends over. You’re one of very few I didn’t ask my parents to bar from the house.”

“Sweet talking me right now, Dameron?”

“Just thought you could use some perspective.”

Throughout the entire exchange, you didn’t move and he didn’t let you go. It’s dark now, mellow in the September evening. The crackling of the fire and the wind in the mature trees are the only sounds as you decide to sneak another look up at his face, your breath snatched away by what you see.

He’s staring into the fire; eyes and face unburdened by facade. The flames light up his dark brown eyes, brows slightly furrowed as if in some deep thought. Thick stubble, maybe a couple of days’ worth, peppers his strong jaw, his mouth set in a thin line. A scowl, so unlike the roguish smirk you’ve seen light his face for as long as you can remember. You can’t stop yourself as you reach up to lightly run a finger over those full lips, some emerging part of you demanding to be noticed in this intimate and uncharted territory.

His eyes snap from the fire to yours, just as surprised as you are to find your fingers brushing from his lips up his jaw and down his neck, savoring and memorizing the lines of his face; the flames in his eyes that aren’t entirely just reflections from the fire pit in front of you.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice as rough as the stubble under your fingers. His pulse hammers through the vein in his neck, tempo nearly matching yours as blood thunders through your body. You wonder if he can feel it in the lingering touch of your fingertips.

“I honestly don’t know.” You quickly take your hand away and start to push out of his warm embrace. “I’m so sorry.”

“Wait.” He doesn’t let you get up as he gently adjusts you so he can see you a little better. “I didn’t mean that to sound like stop. Just… please. Stay.”

So you do. Wrapped up in his sweatshirt, in him, the smell of him familiar and somehow entirely new now. After your heartbeat settles a bit you whisper, “Tell me what you’re thinking?”

He continues his silent vigil, staring at the flames and tracing circles along your leg. He’s quiet for long enough that you begin to think he didn’t hear your silent request. As you’re about to ask again, he speaks:

“I’m thinking… I’m thinking that I don’t want to ruin this.”

Your heart drops, waiting for the blow to land. The fear that you’d misread the situation and that the connection you’d felt flickering in the fading light wasn’t reciprocated surges up and you prepare for him to disappear when, suddenly, words are tumbling from him like he’s afraid he won’t be able to get them all out if he doesn’t do it all at once.

“I don’t want to ruin what we have, what we’ve always had. I know I’ve always been a bit of a bully, picking on you the way I’ve always picked on my brother, but underneath it all I’ve always known you had a hold on me. You worked your way into a fundamental part of who I am without even trying. I almost asked you not to leave a couple of years ago, but you were set on going to grad school and I knew I couldn’t get in the way of that dream. And when you brought that Mark guy home for Christmas…”

The memory flashes in your mind. His parents’ snow-covered house, lights flickering merrily in the deep winter night, glowing as you opened the door and greeted everyone. The night had gone well but… Poe had left early that night, muttering something about seeing friends from out of town before slipping out the door. The realization must’ve been clear on your face because he nods and says, “That’s why I bailed that night. Seeing you flushed from the cold walking through the front door, eyes sparkling from all the Christmas cheer, I felt lighter than air. Our eyes met and I could’ve sworn I saw something spark… But then I looked behind you and saw him, saw the way you looked at him throughout the night, and I couldn’t take it. I had to get out. I told myself that night that I would never be anything more to you than what I had always been and to move on.”

The glistening in his eyes breaks your heart, the urge to comfort him enough to bring your hand back up to his face. You cup your hand around his jaw and he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into the contact. Without opening his eyes, he whispers, “I’m sorry. I promised myself I wasn’t ever going to tell you any of this.”

“I’m glad you did, Poe.” Your free hand rests on his chest, savoring the heart beating solidly beneath. “I really am.”

“Please tell me what you’re thinking.”

Now it’s your turn to be quiet for a moment. You pull your hands back to tuck into your chest and lay your head on him once again. After a couple of steadying breaths you say, “Do you remember the last night I was here before I left for school?”

Of course he did. You didn’t think either of you could forget that night. You and your families, along with some other friends, got together for karaoke at your favorite bar as a send-off. People steadily trickled out all night but you, Poe, and a couple of other friends straggled behind until it was suddenly one in the morning. You had spent the night singing with him, song after song, harmonizing and coming up with your own lyrics to songs you both knew by heart.

“I do. That’s when I almost asked you to stay.”

“There was a part of me that wanted you to. I went to the bathroom while Henry was singing some terrible rendition of "Runaway” and, as I was washing my hands, I heard you start “Wonderful Tonight”. The whole world stopped, Poe. I snuck out of the bathroom to watch you sing and I couldn’t breathe… I wrote it off as the night of drinking making me goofy but I swear to God, Poe, I’ve heard you sing that song a million times and never heard it that way before. And then you looked at me. You looked right into me and saw all of me and I couldn’t look away. The memory of it all pops into my head sometimes and I’m still left breathless by it. By you.“

As you stop speaking, you could swear the wind and fire stop making noise too. Nothing exists outside the shaking breaths and thundering heart you can hear, unsure if they’re coming from you or Poe. You can feel it; the freefall you were about to be in. Was it really only an hour ago you were upset about some boy breaking up with you over the phone? Some kid who wasn’t ready for everything you wanted for your future? And here, right now, was a man. An honest-to-God man, willing to keep his needs hidden so you could choose your own path…

You lift your head up and look at his face to gauge his reaction to what you just told him. He looks down at you with starlight and flames in his eyes as he meets yours and then, slowly, as if expecting you to disappear, Poe closes the small distance between you and kisses you.

It’s… Soft. Almost hesitant, a silent invitation without expectation. He’d never put you in a situation where you didn’t have a choice and, even now, even after both of you let down your walls and shared these tender secrets, he’s still giving you a choice. There’s no doubt in your mind as you deepen the kiss, putting all the words you’d been holding back for years into the contact. He lets loose his breath in a sigh and sends trembling hands to tentatively explore your body. The timid touches, feather-light and careful, make you smile as you pull away.

“I want this, Poe,” you promise him, your hands cradling his face, “I want you, and I have for a long time.”

His smile in return sends sparks through your veins and he wastes no time threading his fingers into your hair, sending you crashing back together. His free hand, strong and sure and steady now, freely roams every curve of your body. His mint and cedar smell wraps around you as your own hands grasp at his sweatshirt. Wanting- needing- more, you playfully nip at his bottom lip.

His sharp intake of breath makes you pause, worried you’ve done something wrong, but a laugh rumbles low in his chest. “So that’s how you want to play?” he mumbles into your lips.

A conspirator's grin lights your features, “I don’t have the faintest idea what you mean.” Before he can respond, you turn your attention to his neck, kissing a trail down the side. You nudge the collar of his t-shirt away enough to gently graze your teeth over the soft spot where his neck meets his shoulder, his entire body shivering at the sensation.

“Careful,” he breathes. “Careful, sweet girl, we’ve got ti- oh fuck.”

Interrupting whatever train of thought Poe had started, you shift your body over his and straddle his legs, pinning him to the chair and stopping his words with a searing kiss. After a moment, you pull back to look into his face. His eyes burn with emotion; those beautiful, dark eyes, almost black with desire in the glow of the dying fire. No one has tended to it in a while and it looks like no one will for a while longer…

“Tell me you want me,” you softly request.

“I want you.” His hands tremble with restraint against your hips.

“Again.”

“I want you,” he responds again, the quivering spreading to the rest of his body.

“Then have me, Poe,” you whisper, reaching for the hem of his shirt, “because I want you, too.”

A low growl escapes his lips as the internal leash snaps. His lips find yours again and you part for him easily, his tongue hungrily sweeping through. The lingering taste of whisky tickles your lips and adds to the fire burning in your body. Every touch, every noise and place your body meets his surges with wildfire, the driving demand for more, more, more pounding in time with your heartbeat. He tears away from your lips to find any piece of skin not buried in his hoodie, kisses nearing desperate as your hands explore the planes of his chest. The muscles flex and shift, your nails finding purchase as you grasp the soft fabric of his shirt.

“Poe, please…” You’re not entirely sure what you’re asking for, the pulsing need in every corner of your body taking control of your tongue and nearly begging for more. More of this, more of him. Taking the hem of his shirt in your hands, you begin to tug it up and off of him when he senses the shift and takes over.

In one swift motion, he has you in his arms and stands. His long legs eat up the distance from the deck to the door, then inside to the guest room you’re staying in. Once inside, he lays you reverently on the bed and kneels on the ground next to you.

“Wait,” he pants, forcing himself to take a breath and remove his hands from your body. You whine at the loss, sitting up and grabbing for him. He stops you and asks, “You’re sure? Earlier this afternoon you had a boyfriend and now… I just don’t want you to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”

The sincerity of his words fills your heart to near bursting. Had you really been treated so poorly that this moment of true decency felt like a gift? Taking your own steadying breath, you rise to your knees and pull him up to face you, wrapping your hands around his. You’d told him you wanted him, you had no other words to give him. So, instead, you guide his hands to your lips to kiss them while your gaze stays locked with his and nod.

“Good,” is all Poe says with a heart-breaking smile before gripping your waist and tossing you back onto the bed. Your laugh tangles with his in the air, a shimmering melody and harmony you’ve been practicing your entire life.

The wildfire burning in your veins flares back to life at the gleam in his eyes. He climbs onto the bed over you and hovers there, eyes drinking in your body spread out underneath him. He hikes the hem of his hoodie over the waistband of your pants and traces a finger over the sliver of skin peeking through. Agonizingly slow, he ghosts his hand up, up, up your torso to graze over the fabric of your bra.

“So many layers,” he muses, hand never stopping its movement as he leans down to brush his lips over yours.

You’re beyond words. The promise of him touching you, really touching you, striking you dumb. You can only focus on where his hand is and, if you move just right…

“Come on, baby, tell me what you want,” he whispers, voice skittering over your bones, full of silken promise.

“Touch me,” you manage to whine, too entranced with the way his body feels over yours to be embarrassed at the begging mess you’ve been reduced to.

“Yes, honey, but where?” Stubble scrapes gently along your cheek as Poe dips his mouth to your neck.

You get ahold of yourself enough to grab his hand over your layers, pressing down and responding with a breathy, “Here.”

“That’s a good girl.” Heat flares in you again at the praise. He nips at your ear while pulling his hand out of your shirt and grabbing the hem, taking both the layers and pulling them over your head. His long fingers, lightly calloused from years of work and playing guitar, slip the straps of your bra off of your shoulders and he slides the garment away from your breasts, exposing the heated and tingling skin to the cool air. His eyes spark with awe and lust as he cups both of them with his hands.

Your legs press together seeking any release from the tension building in your core and a small whimper sneaks its way out of you. The movement isn’t lost on Poe and he takes momentary pity on you, pressing a deep, lingering kiss to your lips. “I’m going to enjoy,” he murmurs, “Coaxing every one of those noises out of you.”

“Promises, promises,” you chide, finding a little more of your voice.

“There she is.” Poe’s smile lights the dim room and brings a smile to your face as well.

If your heart didn’t already feel like it was full to bursting, the vulnerability on his face would’ve done it. Your friend was here, the boy you grew up with was now the man making you feel safer and happier than you had in years. The realization helps you bring down that final wall, any hesitation or fear falling away and clearing your mind.

This. This was why none of your relationships had worked in the past. Why there was always that little something that felt like it was missing. You had crawled through deserts of heartache and sorrow to find that the oasis was here, with him, all along.

Flinging every scrap of self-consciousness to the wind, you take his lower lip between your teeth and nip it gently. His appreciative groan urges you on, encouraging you to grab his shirt and yank, pulling it off his lightly muscled torso. His hands make quick work of the clasp to your bra and, within a few heartbeats, the garment falls to the floor. Fumbling hands open his belt and pants. Your body aches with the promises his hands make along your skin.

“Get your… Get your pants off,” you demand between kisses.

He laughs, pure and rich, before quickly acquiescing to your demands. You take his moment of distraction to maneuver out of your own shorts and underwear. When Poe looks back at you, he pauses, eyes taking in every inch of your skin laid bare before him.

The look in his eyes when his gaze finally meets yours is like coming home.

Beyond words, Poe dives back into you with a fervor. It’s an unleashing. He grips the back of your neck with one hand while the other skates down your body and lands on the outside of your thigh, pulling your leg up low around his hips.

The tension in your body has you about to break. Your hand seeks him out, winding between your bodies and wrapping around the proud length of him. His hips surge forward at the contact, silently begging you for more. There’s no hesitation as you languidly pump him up and down, his arms beginning to shake from holding himself above you.

“Sl- Slow down,” he shudders, “You’re driving me wild here.”

You don’t respond, only keeping that gentle, tantalizing pace going, savoring the way his body responds to your touch.

Pulling away from your lips, Poe’s hand surges down to grab your wrist, halting your teasing. “Someone isn’t very good at listening,” he growls.

“Someone is taking his sweet time,” you fire back, mischief lacing your words.

Poe settles onto his knees and your leg falls from where it’s been curled around his body. He brings your hand up above your head, taking its twin and crossing your wrists in one hand, pinning them to the pillow. “You’re going to regret that,” he promises, sending a wave of excitement through you.

His hand releases your wrists and he slowly eases down your body, eyes never leaving yours as he settles between your legs, shoulders settling under the backs of your thighs. His face, sun-kissed and as familiar as your own, framed by your legs, it all makes your breath hitch and heart pound with anticipation.

A wink is the only warning you get before his mouth is on you, kissing and licking and drinking you in like a glass of fine wine. Your hands jerk to the covers next to you, grasping for purchase to keep you from flying out of your skin. His tongue dances through every inch of you.

“Poe…” His name is the only word you can utter, the only prayer you can muster as he offers his own kind of worship. Sparks light your vision as you barrel towards release and your hands weave into his curls, begging him to stay right there…

You get one more breath before the orgasm is tearing through your body. He never breaks away from you, rather, his claiming grip on your thighs keeps you tight to him. He never falters through the waves rolling down your spine that send you shaking.

It could’ve been hours or it could’ve been seconds, but, as the tide recedes and your mind drifts back into the present, Poe rises to his knees and brushes a hand along the side of your face. “You still with me, baby?”

You summon a nod, glazed eyes finding his above you.

“That’s a good girl,” he croons, lifting each of your legs up and over his shoulders once again. He kisses the inside of each knee as he settles your legs.

Like a marble sculpture, chisled by the hands of artists and imagined by the minds of poets, he kneels before you, eyes burning in the soft lamplight of the room. “Tell me you want me,” he asks softly, echoing your demand from before.

“I want you.” You’ve never wanted anyone or anything more.

“Again,” he echoes again, slowly notching himself at your blazing entrance.

“I want you.” Your voice is bright and clear.

“Good,” he responds, and slips easily into you.

Like a puzzle piece gently settled into place, your soul feels just how right it is for you to be here. It isn’t just sharing your body with someone, it’s a homecoming. The way your bodies meld and match is secondary to the echo of contentedness at the realization that your paths have finally led you here.

He starts gently, allowing you time to adjust to the fullness of him. A gentle rise and fall as he rocks into and out of you. His hands grip your thighs while his lips kiss anywhere he can reach, unable to completely hold back. And you don’t want him to. You want to feel every inch of skin and muscle you can. The need burns through you as you reach for the sturdy legs beneath him, just out of your reach.

“Please,” you gasp as he begins to pick up the pace, “I need… I need to…”

“Anything,” he says, letting your legs fall so he can lean into your reach. “Anything, it’s yours.”

You pull him over top of you, not caring as his full weight crashes onto you, and wrap your arms over his shoulders. Scorching kisses brand your collarbone and neck as he wraps around you as well and flips over so your body lies on his. All the gentle touches and movements are lost as he picks up his pace, punishing and overcome with need.

“Yes,” you sigh, burying your face in the crook of his neck and panting against his sweat-slicked skin.

From his lips pour praise, drunk on the feeling of you wrapped around him. Draping loving words around you like silk and lace, he punctuates each word with kisses and bites and doesn’t stop holding you through it all.

The edge of another orgasm looms before you, but you hold back as much as possible, wanting to tumble over the edge with him. You lift your head just enough to look into his eyes, the beginning of laugh lines etched into the skin around them. “Let go, Poe, I’m ready.”

Pressing a kiss to his lips, you rest your forehead against his and shift your hips in time with his. The angle threatens to overwhelm you but you hold on, freeing your hands to slip into his hair. Energy sparks around you and, with one final thrust, Poe tips over the edge and pulls you with him.

Shattering is the only way you can describe the feeling of the waves burning through you, Poe half a breath ahead of you. Panting and shivering from the exertion, you fully collapse on top of him, heartbeats pounding in call and response to each other. You’re fully content to lie like this forever, wrapped in his arms and the smell of him, skin to skin and souls laid bare to one another.

He kisses the top of your head, finally adjusting to roll you over next to him. He looks into your eyes, something unsaid burning just below the surface of his intense gaze.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you say quietly, never looking away from him.

“I’m thinking,” he pauses for a moment, “that I wasted a lot of time not telling you how I felt. And that I don’t want to miss any more time.”

“Then we won’t.” You smile brightly up at him, taking in the excitement and joy on his face. “You’re stuck with me, Dameron.”

He kisses you again, sweet and gentle and unhurried. You kiss him back, trying to put all the words you held yourself back from saying into it. Making up for lost time. He pulls away, looking you up and down, wonder shaping every feature.

“No more wasted time. You and me against the world,” you say softly.

He pulls the covers over both of you and, as he pulls you in close to his chest, he repeats reverently, “No more wasted time.”

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[melodygatesauthor]

On Every Surface

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Blurb 2 for Melody's 2023 Ficversary Celebration

NSFW below the cut - Reader is short and wears glasses

When Poe said he was going to fuck you on every surface in the house when returning from his mission, you didn’t believe him. But there you were, bent over the desk while he bruised your hips on the wooden surface. You grunted with every pass, holding on for dear life, unable to feel your feet touch the ground on account of your short stature.

“P-Poe, too rough!” You gasped, another harsh snap of his hips pushing you into the desk so hard your glasses fell off.

“Shit I’m sorry baby, damn you just…you feel s-so g-good,” Poe’s body shook as his climax approached.

You felt his hand reach up under the back of your shirt, large palm splaying over your spine to keep you steady while his hips stuttered and jerked forward. You felt his cock get harder, and his movements started to slow until all at once he stopped, cock throbbing and spilling white into your needy hole. The feeling of his heat brought your core to the brink of orgasm, forcing you into a crying, drooling, fucked out mess on the desk beneath you.

He pulled out of you, sighing contentedly before stuffing two fingers in your cum soaked cunt, shoving his spend back in.

“Gotta keep all that in there, keep it wet for the next one,” Poe said, fingers continuing to stuff your pussy.

“MmmPoe-I can’t t-take more!”

“Oh come on sweetheart, we still have at least ten more rounds ahead. I know my girl can take it…”

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[starryevermore]

✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you”

With Poe Dameron pls

following orders ��� poe dameron

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request: ✨✨ + “You can be angry at me all you want. I'm doing this to protect you” With Poe Dameron pls  - @tumblin-theworldaway

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

word count: 472

warnings?: light angst, fluff, not proofread

“Why the hell would you do that!?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I was following orders.” His tone was clipped, as he was trying his damned hardest to keep his emotions at bay. He wouldn’t look directly at you, his gaze trained to the space just beyond you. Perhaps if he looked at you, his hardened shell would crack. Perhaps if he looked at you, he would crumble.

“Right. Because you’re so well known for following orders,” you scoffed. “After all, you didn’t get demoted because you disobeyed direct orders. That must have been another pilot I’m thinking of. ‘Cause it surely isn’t you! I actually like that other pilot! The one standing in front of me? I don’t know him, and I don’t really care to know him.”

Poe tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, his eyes falling shut. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what? Tell you how stupid you were being?!” You jabbed your finger at his chest, your voice a near growl. “I can take care of myself. I know that, and I know that you know that. So I don’t understand why you’re doing all this, acting like I’m some damsel in distress, but it better stop today! Understand!?”

You started to walk past him, your shoulder hitting his. Maker, all you wanted to do was crash in your bunk, pretend that this day from hell hadn’t happened. But then you felt warm fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you to a stop. You stood there, staring down the hall, refusing to turn around. You couldn’t look at him. If you looked at him, you would crumble. 

“You can be angry at me all you want. I’m doing this to protect you.” His voice was soft, you almost turned around. But you needed to stand your ground. You would not crack. “I know you can take care yourself. I know that better than anyone. But this…This time was different. I almost lost you, Y/N. And I don’t want to think about what will become of me if I lost you.”

“You’d move on. You’d have to,” you said. “The Resistance would need you to move on.”

“I wouldn’t want to.”

“You can’t say things like that, Poe. You’re going to make me think you care.”

“What if I did?”

“Did what?”

“Care. What if I cared?” Poe circled around you, standing in front of you now. “Because I do. I care more than I could ever describe.”

“…then I would say that we need to talk about this,” you said. “Because I care about you, too. But first…Let’s find something to eat.”

His mouth quirked up to a smile. “It’s a date.”

“Mm, not yet pretty boy,” you said, laughing quietly. “Gotta make you work a little harder for that.”

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[winniethewife]

I know I'll be living in vain (Poe Dameron x reader)

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Angst to fluff, injury, Hospital scene,

Words:664

Poe was looking everywhere for her. The battle had been difficult, he had lost track of her in the fray, and he just kept hoping that she was fine, that everything was okay, that just this one time he wasn’t going to lose someone so important to him, and to loose her before he had a chance to tell her how much she meant to him. In his frantic search he hardly noticed Finn calling his name, it takes the other man grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him to look at him to get Poe’s attention

“She’s in the infirmary.” Finn says with a steady voice as he looks at Poe. Poe feels the color drain from his face.

“No. No. No,no,no.” His mind starts to race, what happened? Will she be okay? How did he let this happen? He has to get there now, Finn knows that and after a soft squeeze he lets him go. Poe starts to sprint through the base with determination. When he made it to the infirmary he was met with his worst nightmare.  She lay in a bed unconscious, her midriff wrapped in bloodied bandages, Poe felt weak in the knees. He moved to her side taking her hand in his. And there he stayed, all night and every day, waiting for her to wake up. After several days at her bedside he was afraid to lose hope.

“Come on stardust, Give me something.” He softly pleaded, kissing her hand as he looked at her with tear stained eyes, and as he watched her eyes fluttered open.

“What is happening to me?” she groans as she starts to feel the pain from her injuries. Poe is so excited that shes awake he crawls into the bed with her, except only about half of him fits with her on the tiny bed, She laughed slightly as she moved slightly to let him have a little more room. Poe cuddled up close to her.

“Thank the maker you’re awake. I was so worried.” Poe muttered into her shoulder as he nuzzled her. She runs her fingers through his hair as She looked on him with adoration.

“Its going to take more than the first order to take me out.” She laughed quietly, she was pleasantly surprised to have him so close and affectionate. She had a feeling he wanted to tell her something, but she wasn’t going to push. They lay close together for a few peaceful moments. Poe looked up at her and realized he couldn’t wait another moment.

“I don't wanna fit wherever, I just want to be here with you, I…I got one thing stuck in my mind. You. You are the only thing on my mind” He looked at her, his eyes wet with tears. “When I got back to base and couldn’t find you…I thought lost the love of my life… I can’t spend another day with you not knowing how I feel about you.”  His confession warmed her heart she, leans in and gently kisses his fore head.

“Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that? How I just wanna keep calling your name? How many times I see you around in all these empty faces?  You mean…everything to me Poe.” As she said this Poe could hardly contain his excitement, forgetting for a moment where they are and what had lead to this moment he moves to have his body hovering over hers, He leans in and kisses her gently, but with every bit of passion he can give. He’s so soft, so real, she can’t help but kiss back, mustering the strength to reach up and hold his face. anything to be closer to him. after a long, beautiful kiss, they pull apart to catch their breath. Poe’s dark gaze taking in every inch of her face.

“I’m going to stay here by you side, all night and every day…Until you come back home… home to me.”

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