#poe dameron imagines

[dameronology]

how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

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[jake-g-lockley]

Can I have prompt 23 and 27 with Poe Dameron, with a side of enemies to lovers please?

Feels Right (Poe Dameron x reader)

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Prompts: "you are, without a doubt, the most annoying person i've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." and "please shut up. i can't stand how appealing your voice is."'

A/N: HALLU! Firstly, thank you for this request nonnie! Sorry it took me so freaking long to complete, had a busy few months :”) 

Warnings: MDNI, smut, a little bit of dub-con, dry humping, dom!Poe, sub!reader, bondage, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, a bit of angst, lots of fluff, swearing, jealousy, possessive Poe. 

Word count: 5.3k

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stand his voice. You wanted him to shut up, your only thought in your head was "Please shut up. I can't stand how appealing your voice is.”  You couldn’t stand the way he looked at everyone, so full of hope. You couldn’t stand the way his curls bounced when he turned his head or the way his eyes sparkled when they came in contact with yours.

It was all too much.

You raised your hand the second he asked whether there were other questions. He narrowed his eyes but like the good receptive leader he was, he nodded at you.

“This is less of a question and more of a request. I’d just like to say that I need people to start keeping the hangar clean and stop parking x-wings wherever you please, only for me to wake up in the morning and dock the ships for you. What are y’all? A bunch of five year olds?” you huffed, your hands on your hips.

You were addressing everyone in the room, but your eyes were steadily trained on the Black Leader, who had a small smirk on his face. He walked around the table and your eyes followed him while you spoke, holding your head high as he approached you. 

“You heard your commander, folks!” he addressed the room with one of his charming smiles.

Leaning in, he whispers. “Although, I can’t say I’ll be the one keeping the promise, darling.”

You stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was too close and you wanted to body slam him onto the floor so that you would not have to hear him for a while.You flinched slightly as he brought his hands together for a clap.

“All right, everyones dismissed.” 

You stood rooted to your spot, glaring at the General as he went to pick up his data pad. 

“Oh fuck you, Dameron.” you mumbled to his back.

“Say it with a little more chest and I’ll be down, Commander.”  he turned his head to you and smirked. 

Those lips.

Those fucking lips. 

The one time you caved into them made you regret every possible living day you’ve had since. The way those lips had carved out the secret between you two made it seem unbreakable. You craved the taste, but you were too stubborn to satisfy the craving and you had a feeling he knew you were holding back, the passing glances and glares holding something a little more than just resentment.

“You, Dameron, are, without a doubt, the most annoying person I've ever crossed paths with. and don't even get me started on the sound of your voice." you snap.

“Hmm, would you like my voice to say something only for your ears, sweet angel?” He replied so smoothly that you almost let yourself smile, but you resisted, clenching your jaw hard. 

You scowled through your heating cheeks and you let out a sharp breath as the door closed behind him. Over the past few years, that voice has been the bane of your existence. Always saying something cocky, vain or insulting. That didn’t help to cure your insatiable need for him though. 

You’d spend your nights dreaming away about the way he would sound, if you ever got the chance to get under him. How would his lips feel against the shell of your ear if he were to keep his promise and whisper all the beautiful things you'd want him to do to you? Would he whimper if you tug those curls just right or would he grunt and growl if you scratched that glorious back of his? These questions kept you awake and ebbed away at your sanity for years. You glanced at the clock and rubbed your cheek, groaning slightly at the way you had let this ordinary man completely ruin your relatively stable mind. 

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You stared with sleep laden eyes at the x-wing that was parked smack in the middle of the hangar. You scowled again at Poe’s mischief and mumbled curses under your breath as you climbed the ladder up into the cockpit. You slid into his seat and took a deep breath as Poe’s scent filled your nostrils. You smile to yourself, tracing the joystick before you with your fingers. 

You don't actually hate him, every single good memory you’ve had has him in it. You do however, enjoy the back and forth the both of you had going on for the past few months due to your sudden promotions. Secretly, you were in love with Poe, his stupid boyish swagger made your heart ache, especially when he used that god awful smile on you.

Slowly, everything was becoming more and more overwhelming, lulling you into sleep. You turned and pressed your nose into the seat, breathing in the soothing scent as your eyes fluttered close.

“Just for a few minutes…” you mumbled, and soon the cockpit of the x-wing was filled with the sounds of your snores.

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Poe was waiting for you at the hanger, watching for any movement from his x-wing. He loved teasing you like this, smiling to himself when he sees you unhappily wadling in your sleep shirt towards his ship. He waited for you to come down, so that he could scare you. He frowned when you took too long, silences ringing in his ear when his ship didn’t start moving. Alarm bells started going off in his head and he rushed to the x-wing and quickly climbed up, only to see you sleeping there.

He stared at you for a while, leaning against his x-wing as you snored softly in his seat, nuzzing your nose into his chair. He didn’t make a mistake, kissing you that one fateful day, pretending to be drunk to maybe earn your favour for the night. He knew he couldn’t have you the second your lips pressed harder against his, igniting something that he could not explain, alongside with the urge to keep you safe. He pushed you away that night, vowing to never turn back to you until he could keep you and his people safe. 

The general sighed and flipped open a dummy switch by the control, a switch that you had never touched before, to reveal your face. He pressed his two fingers to his lips and to the picture of your smiling face, just like he always did before he took flight, followed by the softest kiss on your forehead, something totally unorthodox to him, something that he would talk himself out of if he ever gave his heart a chance to listen to his brain. Poe waited for a while for you to stir but breathed out a sigh of relief when you didn’t. 

He wanted to keep his distance, he really did. But you kept him up all night, the way you gasped into his mouth when the kiss got a little more hungry never really left his mind, rolling over and over like a broken tape recorder. He wanted to hold you in his arms and keep his promise, to keep you alive and beautiful as always. To never see you cower away in pain or suffering ever again. How could he do that when everything went radioactive around him? 

He wanted you so bad, and he was running out of ideas and ways to stay out of your lane. Poe sighed again, reaching out to move away a strand of hair that fell out of place.He leaned back and watched you a little longer until his eyes grew heavy with sleep too. 

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You woke up in your bed, completely confused with your bearings. You had a weird dream, being in Poe’s x-wing, being carried out by him. You tried to go through the dream in order, piecing together whether it was real or not. You finally shook your head, figuring that you probably dreamt it up in your sleep-addled brain.

You sigh and decide to get up and start your day, pulling your datapad to check your schedule. There were going to be new recruits today and you had to greet them and assign them to their positions. It was the easiest of your jobs, your smile genuine as your heart gets lighter now that the galaxy was healing. You quickly got up and got ready, to show your best to the new recruits. 

You stood poised in your uniform waiting for the transport to touch down at the hangar when suddenly you felt a strong presence behind you. You didn’t need to be a master of the force to know that Poe Dameron was standing behind you, his gaze piercing the back of your head making your smile slightly. You raise your chin slightly as the door to the transport drops and a few individuals walk out. One of them leads the bunch, walking slightly faster and taller towards you. A beautiful woman, her hair cropped short and her sleeves torn up, revealing intricate tattoos. You shoot the woman with your best smile and she grins back.

“Ah, you must be the General, people talk about your greatness but never your beauty. I am Keana and this is my team.” the woman kneels in front of you and takes your hand, planting a soft kiss onto the back of it, making your face heat up at the gesture. 

You were quite literally lost for words until you felt someone’s body press against your shoulder. 

“That’s because I am the general.” Poe’s voice rang clear and authoritative, and the woman before you quickly stands up and throws Poe a sheepish smile. 

“Terribly sorry for the mistake, I assumed that this fine lady here is the general due to her uniform.” Her words made you spin around to see Poe in his flight suit, helmet tucked under his arm and you try hard not to laugh.

While Keana rounded her group, you tip your head towards Poe with a small smile on your face. 

“I think she called you ugly, baby.” you whisper and his head turns almost too sharply at your utterance of the nickname. 

Poe Dameron was far from ugly. He was indeed one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever laid your eyes on. His scruffy stubble and flawless boyish curls made him look like an effortless prince. His character and charisma only heightened his attractiveness and he had a smile and glint in his eyes that made him irresistible. Poe rolled his eyes at your statement, a smirk evidently trying not to show on his lips as he tried to hold back his next statement. 

“Come on, no snarky remark?” you say, utterly impressed by his control. 

Poe gave you a pointed look and sauntered off to his x-wing, which was suspiciously parked in the right spot. You stared a little longer at the pilot, your eyes trailing a little lower than your liking and you pout and turn on your heel to join Keana and her little group for their tour. 

You knew the man was up to something but you just could not prove what he was doing, or not doing. 

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By the time the sun had begun to set, you were completely bugged out. Poe teasing you at any point of day had been a daily occurrence since the both of you touched down onto the base. But today he hadn’t said a word directly to you and you were lying if you weren’t slightly worried about it. He also had been tactfully avoiding you all day and you were positive he was when you swear you saw a rush of orange in your peripheral when you finished your tour. 

Fortunately for you, you ran into the best two people that would know where Poe was.

“Finn! Rey! Where’s Dameron?” you panted, running to catch up with them.

“His room, I think. He was weirdly quiet and working on something the last time I saw him.” Finn said and Rey nodded along. 

“Room. Got it. Thanks.” you punctuated before running off to Poe’s room. 

You gathered yourself when you found Poe’s door, combing your fingers through your hair and then straightening out your blouse before keying in the passcode. You walked through the doorway as soon as the door whoshed open, only to find Poe staring blankly at his datapad on his bed. He didn’t even turn to look at you, his eyes carefully trained onto what he was reading. 

“Dameron! Everything okay?” You chirpily asked as you invited yourself to sit at his desk, turning the chair to face him. 

The silence that rang after your question was deafening. You narrowed your eyes at the man before you, trying to figure out why he was giving you the silent treatment. You pursed your lips and clicked your tongue as Poe subtly shifted, still paying you no attention at all. 

Poe hated the way you called him by his last name. He sure as hell didn’t care if he was addressed with it by any other person, but by you? A fiery rage burned in him, fuelled by the way the new recruit flirted with you and the way you had blushed and flushed even with him standing right behind you. He shouldn’t be this angry, not with you, never with you. 

“So the tour went great as usual, Keana is really nice and her team is great, I think that they would do just fine with our people.” You went on, breaking through the silence again as Poe types something into the data pad. 

Poe’s anger was slowly growing and he focused all his might into not losing his temper and doing something that he might regret. He continued to ignore you as if you weren’t sitting there with a beautiful smile on your face that was slowly melting into a frown that he equally enjoyed. He saw your hand move and realised that you were waving at him, trying to force his attention to you. 

You sighed, still not willing to admit defeat. Your brain races through the scenarios in which you could get the General’s attention when suddenly, all the lights go off, making you gasp. You scrambled off the chair and ran to the door, trying to open it but it wouldn’t budge.

“What, never had a power cut in your life, darling?” Poe’s voice dripped like venom over you from the bed, making you slowly turn around to face him.

He was finally looking at you, a glare of pure disdain etched upon his handsome face that was illuminated by the screen of his data pad, flipped your stomach at its intensity. 

Why was he so angry?

His face turns back to the data pad, resuming its previous deadpan expression. You walk over to his bed and sit at the edge, watching quietly as he works, the anger seemingly radiating out of his body and making you feel small. 

You blinked after a while, realising that this man actually had no right to be mad at you. All this time, it had been him annoying the hell out of you. Why should you feel small? You straighten your back and scooched closer, your hand near his. 

You poked him, digging your finger into his side, only for no response. Whatever he was mad about must be making him really angry, because on a normal day, Poe Dameron would be the most sensitive person on base. 

“Daaameron. Dameron, Dameron, Dameron, Dameron.” You jabbed away, but to no avail. 

Inside, Poe was enjoying this. He wanted to see how far you would go to gain his attention. Somehow he knew that you were aware of what he was doing because you suddenly stopped your jabbing, your hand dropping back to your side once again. 

You took a good look at him, wondering if he was worth the risk of losing everything. Your mind was probably leaning towards your riskier side as you eyed the way he sat, his legs and torso forming a seat that you couldn’t resist wanting to sit on. Your intrusive thoughts got the best of you as you quickly climbed into the bed and slid onto his lap. Poe’s eyes widen for a split second and his free hand grasps at your hips as he makes eye contact as he huffs out a breath. Then suddenly, his face goes stoic again. 

He turns to his data pad that was still clutched in his other hand and continues to read, as if unbothered by your presence. Your hands bunch up his shirt and you hold onto him as you grimace. You shifted a little in his lap and felt his grip on your hip tighten slightly, making you smirk. A part of you was nervous, being in such a compromising position with your general, but Poe could have thrown you off his body eons ago if he wanted to. 

Instead he sat as still as possible, only his eyes and chest slightly moving. If Poe was the one who was nervous, he clearly wasn’t showing it. You blatantly checked him out, his pretty boy curls flopping here and there, the curve of his necklace as it rested against his glorious neck, the bobbing of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the slight part of his plump lips that you oh so craved for, all zeroing you to the point of why you were there in the first place. 

You steadied yourself, sliding your hands to either side of his shoulder, feeling the muscles underneath his jacket. Even with you feeling him up, Poe didn’t budge a single inch, his hand now gently resting on the curve of your hip. You eyed Poe’s stubble longingly, your heart thudding inside your chest as you gazed at how perfect the curve of his jaw was. A few of Poe’s fingers lightly squeezed at your hip as if he were daring you to make your next move too. 

You figured “Why not.”

What could you possibly lose now, you were already straddling him.

You grabbed at his jacket and leaned in, pressing a feathery kiss to a spot between his neck and where his jaw started, and to your absolute joy, another soft gasp emitting from his lips. You let go of his jacket and let your chest lay flat against his, sliding your hands around his neck and smiling against his neck before pressing another kiss and feeling a light shudder.

“Give up Dameron.” you murmured. 

Poe’s eyes remained glued to the datapad but you knew he wasn't concentrating anymore with the way he started to breathe, slow and shallow, as if he were focusing on composing himself. You slowly run your fingers through his locks, your nails grazing the nape of his neck, gently coaxing him to relax when suddenly you feel his breath jump.

“Where’s that aggravating voice of yours now, General?” You purred into his ear and felt a growing hardness beneath you, along with your own swirling heat at the pit of your abdomen.

One of your hands make their way back to his face, gently grabbing at his jaw as you push yourself off him again, effectively grinding your hot core into his just to rile the pilot up. Poe’s eyes were half lidded now and his data pad hung loosely in his grip as his hand had drifted down onto his bed, laying limp. You pushed his chin up, forcing him to make eye contact with you.

When those swirling dark brown eyes snapped to yours, you realised how much trouble you were in, just from a single glance. 

“Poe…” you whispered, so softly that you doubted he heard you despite the lack of space between the two of you.

Poe’s free hand snaked up your back and held onto the back of your neck in an instant, pulling you towards him as your lips finally crashed together. The kiss was urgent and Poe wasted no time snaking the hand at your waist around your body to keep you pinned against him, making your mouth drop open, welcoming Poe’s tongue as he pushed himself up to kiss you harder. 

You’ve been wanting this for months and the satisfaction that rushed over you was like no other. You didn’t care about the fact that you couldn’t breathe, you just needed to feel him against you. Poe pulls away with a sharp intake of breath as you grind down hard on his growing erection. His eyes were still on yours, piercing right through your soul.

“You’re starting something that you’re gonna regret, sweetheart.” He whispered as he readjusted the way you were straddling him.

“What are you gonna do? Throw me out of the resistance?” You laughed but it died down instantly when a smirk curled itself onto his kiss-addled lips. 

Poe had kept everything he felt about you pented up for months and now he was fuelled with a passion like no other. He flipped you over and towered over you, watching as your face went flush and your eyes grew wide. 

“Oh you’ll see.” He simply said before leaning down to kiss you again, pressing his entire body against your frame as your hands flew to his hair. 

He knew you having your hands in his hair turns you on as much as it does him, but he tutted against your lips and pulled your hands down from his head anyway. 

“You're really a brat.” he says lowly.

“Poe please…” you begged him with your eyes, not wanting him to stop.

“Brats don't get to touch me.” He gets on his knees and towered over you, unbuckling his belt as you watched on, completely aroused by the way he tugs it. 

He twisted his belt and looped it around the buckle a few times before you knew what he was doing. He slipped the makeshift cuff onto your wrists and secured you to the bed, making you giggle nervously, tugging your wrists and showing you that you were going nowhere. 

“There you go, pretty girl.” he smiled cruelly, tapping your cheek with his fingers and you gasped slightly at his demeanour. 

“What should I do with you?” he asked mockingly as his hands trailed to your shirt, undoing the first few buttons. 

“I’d save the best for last,” he smiled to himself before raising his eyebrows at you and ripping the rest of your shirt. “and I’ll start with my appetiser.” 

Your breathing had quickened and you were following Poe’s every move. His fingers had moved to the waistband of your pants and he watched your eyes widen as he hooked his fingers. 

“Want me to stop?” Poe questioned, slightly amused by your silence.

“No, no, please don’t!” You whine, your hands tugging uselessly at their bonds. 

“As you wish, baby.” he gives you another cheeky smirk before pulling your pants down, along with your underwear, exposing you to the cold air of his room. He was a little further away now and you tried to make your eyes adjust to the dark so that you could see him.

That's when you felt a warm breath against your cunt. You wanted to snap your legs close but strong hands clamped you down and a casual chuckle emitted from your core. A soft kiss in your inner thigh rubbed all the feelings of anxiety away and Poe’s hand began to rub soft circles in the plush of your thigh that made you sink further into his bed. 

“Oh, Poe…” was all you could say as his breath fanned your exposed core again. 

“That’s right, angel, love hearing you beg for me.” Poe said sultry, almost to your cunt rather than to you. 

He pressed a feather light kiss onto your clit and you keened, a soft airy moan filling the room. 

“These moans are mine.” Poe said softly from between your legs.

His hands travelled slightly higher, his big palms and fingers feeling the planes of your skin. 

“This body is mine.” He said again, almost to himself. 

Something clicked inside you and you finally figured out what got you here in the first place. 

“You’re mine.” This time, the words were uttered so softly that you were pretty sure you had lost Poe to his own thoughts. 

Suddenly with your last act of defiance, you found yourself saying: 

“You jealous, pretty boy?”

That's when all hell broke loose and you knew your next few thoughts were going to be incoherent. 

Poe’s tongue lapped up your arousal that had been pooling from grinding on him and his words, making you arch your back and push your pussy into his face. His hands travelled back to your core and held you open, as he started to devour you like a man starved. 

Nothing in the galaxy could have prepared you for the way your general started eating you out. He ate your spend like he earned it, licking and slurping and moaning into your pussy as if it gave him life to so what he was doing. His beautiful nose rubbed into your clit just right and your whimpering only fuelled his fire because he latched his mouth onto your clit and pushed two fingers into you without a question.

You sweared, through your haze ridden mind, that he smirked against you as you started to writhe and gasp for air as his fingers reached the delicious spot that you yearned for. You were shaking for him within a few minutes, hands desperately trying to grab onto something but failing as your orgasm ripped through you like a hailstorm. 

Poe knew you were being too loud but didn’t have the heart or the coherent thought to stop you from screaming his name at the top of your lungs as your clit throbbed between his lips and your cunt clenched tightly around his fingers that were still trying their best to piston in and out of you. 

Poe brought you down with several gentle kitten licks and soft kisses onto your skin as his hand began to knead gently at your flesh. He heard his belt rattling again, followed by a soft whimper that tore at his heart strings, causing him to crawl up your body with soft words leaving his lips. 

“Okay, baby, you’re okay. You did so well.” he said through your gasps and gently untied you from his bed frame.

He brought your wrist to his lips and kissed them gently before rubbing them comfortingly. Your whimpers quietened down and your soft breathes made Poe smile as he brought his face close to yours. 

“Hello.” He says as you pry your eyes open. 

“Hey.” You breathe, taking in his pretty face before leaning up for a kiss. 

Poe caught your lips gracefully, his kisses softer and more calculated. You tasted yourself on him and you realised what you had just done with your general. Poe could probably sense your hesitation when your side of the kiss had a sense of unsurity. 

“Baby?” he asked as he pulled away. 

“Is this right?” You asked, searching his eyes.

“Yes, baby, yes. I want this and it feels right to me. Does it feel right to you?” He says, reassuringly rubbing at your cheek with his thumb. 

You smiled. This was your Poe. 

“Yes, Poe. It feels right.” you giggled slightly as Poe sighed in relief. 

“So you gonna fuck me now?” you raised your eyebrow and let your eyes droop, causing the now accustomed smirk to form on Poe’s face with your words. 

“Didn’t think you’d ask.” Poe answered in his usual confident tone. 

Poe got rid of his pants faster than you could ever imagine. To say that you were slightly intimidated by his size was definitely an understatement. He reached over you to his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, slipping it on and letting his length drop between the both of you. 

You stared incredulously at his cock that was laid out on your stomach. You’d definitely feel him in your guts for days after this. You found yourself trailing a hand down to his cock, wrapping your fingers around him to test his weight. 

Poe moaned dangerously low as you started to stroke his cock, his head thrown back almost immediately. You stroked him a few more times before lining up his tip at your entrance, taking your time as you slowly let him push himself in. 

“Maker, Poe.” You cried as he slowly bottomed out, never feeling this full in your entire life.

“It's okay, baby, I’m here.” Poe’s voice was strained from the way your pussy gripped around him and the both of you knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before you both were pushed past breaking point. 

You nodded and Poe started to move slowly, your synchronised moans and groans echoing around the dark room once again. Poe leaned down and began to slowly suck at your exposed breast that had popped out of their bra in your previous tousle. You arched your back and threaded a hand up his locks, pulling him tightly against you as your other hand generously scratched up his back, making him moan hungrily against your tit. 

“Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned. 

His movements increased with sudden vigour, picking up the pace to match your beautiful moans. The amazing drag of his cock in your wet channel made you want to float and you feel yourself losing yourself to him. Poe’s hand ended up between the two of you and you knew he was close as his fingers started to rub gently at your already abused clit. 

“Come with me Poe, please.” You whispered and he nodded immediately.

“Now.” he breathed and you came with a choked groan as you milked him, pushing him and prolonging his release with each clench of your cunt. 

He pumped himself inside you a few more times before letting his legs give way, collapsing ungracefully on top of you. The both of you spent the next few minutes catching your breath, completely spent from your irresponsible activities.

Poe gets up first, pressing a gentle kiss onto your shoulder before pulling himself out of you with a groan. He pulls off the condom and you hear him tossing it aside and gently lowering himself next to you as you admire the mess you made of him. 

You gently run your knuckle against his cheekbone and watch his eyes flutter close. You shuffle closer and turn around, tucking yourself into his chest and pulling his arms around you, feeling incredibly clingy after that vigorous session. 

“Who knew you had an off button inside you.” Poe spoke up after a while and you swatted at his bicep, causing him to chuckle and cuddle you closer. 

You suddenly felt vulnerable in his arms, turning to face him once more. 

“Poe?” you whisper.

“Hmm?” 

“D-do you like me?” you ask, hugging your arms around your own naked body. 

Silence filled the room and you thought you were done for, that this was all for nothing when suddenly, a loud laugh emitted from Poe, causing you to jump slightly.

“You’re telling me, you slid into my lap and let me fuck you how I wanted to fuck you and you’re now asking if I like you?! Are you dumb?” he cackled through his words and you pouted. 

“I don’t like you, stupid. I love you.” Poe said in one final sentence that made you almost stop functioning. 

“You- I…” you tried to say but Poe cut you off with a kiss, a kiss so gentle almost like he was afraid to break you. 

“I love you too Poe.” You breathed the second his lips gave you the tiniest bit of space. 

“I know.” He smiled at you before giving you one last peck. “Can we go back to cuddling now and talk about everything when the power comes back?” 

“By talk you mean-”

“Do I need to spell it out, commander? Now hush.” he slyly cuts you off and you smile as his arms wrap around you once again, your heart and mind finally settling in the same place. 

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[multific]

Somehow

Poe Dameron x Reader

"Somehow, Palpatine returned." everyone was shocked, people started mumbling amongst themselves.

And you, you started laughing. Everyone looked at you in pure shock.

"Somehow." you repeated Poe as you nearly fell over. "What is even that?! 'Somehow, Palpatine returned.'" You imitated Poe, and now people around you also started to giggle a little. "Then somehow we are going to kill him so he won't come back again, somehow." you said as you laughed, many others joined you.

Poe should have been fuming, but he soon realized that your laughing helped others calm down.

Once your laughing stopped and you returned to your chambers you still couldn't help but giggle from time to time.

You were getting ready to sleep when the door behind you hissed open. BB-8 happily beeped as he entered the room, Poe followed him closely.

"Looks like, somehow you were able to find our room!" you could barely get the sentence out as it is, because of your laughing.

"Very funny."

"How could you say that?!" you were now holding your stomach.

"It's the truth! We don't know what happened! So, SOMEHOW, he is back." and you laughed again. Poe rolled his eyes but soon found himself smiling along with you. "And somehow, I love you even now..." he said and you looked at him.

"Well, there is no mystery in that." you opened your arms, expecting him to come hug you but he didn't move, instead he crossed his arms.

"No hugs for you, you laughed at me in front of everyone." you pouted and turned to BB-8.

"And you know little one, somehow, Mr Dameron went on for months without sex."

"You can't do that!" said Poe uncrossing his arms as he looked at you in disbelief.

"Somehow, I can." you grinned at him as he charged for you, grabbing you as you turned in his arms, giggling as he leaned in to bite your ear.

"When did my Wife start to disrespect me?!"

"When you blew up my favourite ship!"

"And somehow, you still said yes when I asked you to marry me."

"I did. Because somehow, I love you!"

"Enough already." he turned you around in his arms and kissed you.

Once he pulled back, he put his forehead against yours.

"I know this fight is not going to be easy. But I know we can win. And once we do, we can get that house you always wanted." you reached up and ran your fingers through his hair as you spoke.

"Then, finally, we will be able to start our family." he said as you kissed his lips once more.

Oh, just how much you loved this man.

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[chloe-skywalker]

Expecting Twins - Poe Dameron (Part #1)

Poe x Fem!reader Solo

Warnings: none

Word count: 856

Summary: Y/n has been feeling sick lately so Poe and her mother Leia suggest she go to the medbay. Poe has to go on a mission so Leia goes with her. Turns out their expecting. With twins.

Authors Note: Part 2 will include telling Poe

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“Sick again?” Poe asked coming into the bathroom in their shared room, kneeling down next to Y/n. He held her hair back out of her way.

“Yeah.” Y/n groaned, she was sick of being sick.

“I’m sorry.” He grimaced, wishing he could do something to help.

Y/n shook her head, he wasn’t to blame for her being sick. But it was nice that he sympathizes for her. “Not your fault.”

Poe sighed watching her get up and wash her mouth and face. Poe had been worried for awhile now, watching Y/n throw up for weeks. “Y/n/n I really think you should go to the medbay.” 

“It’s just a stomach bug.” Y/n waved him off.

Poe sighed, he’d been trying to get her to go for a while now and she just keeps refusing. “We got a meeting with your mom.”

“Ugh.” Y/n groaned at having to leave the comfort of their room.

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“Poe. Y/n.” Leia greeted the young couple as they entered the command bay. Leia instantly noticed how her daughter didn’t look very well.

Y/n lifted her hand at her mom the best she could do to acknowledge at that moment since she had a sudden dizziness come over her for a second. Poe stopped beside her, resting a hand on her back just in case.

“Hey General.” Poe smiled and greeted his mother in law once they made it up onto the platform.

“Mom.” Y/n nodded trying to smile but she still feels a bit sick.

“Still not feeling well?” Leia raised a brow. Even though she was asking she already knew the answer, she is Y/n’s mother after all.

“No she’s not.” Poe answered before Y/n could speak. Which made the woman in question roll her eyes at their behavior.

“You need to go to the medbay.” Leia stated in her stern mom voice she used to use when Y/n was a child.

“Told you.” Poe smirked in a ‘I told you so way.’

“Well I’m making it an order.” Leia smirked as well. Y/n couldn’t refuse a direct order from her general or mother.

“Fine.” Y/n grumbled, annoyed that her mom and husband were ganging up on her.

“I’ll go with you.” Poe smiled happy that she would finally have to go and get checked out now.

“You can’t. I have a mission for you.” Leia spoke up, it was easy for her to notice the conflict on Poe’s face. “You won’t be gone long, it's a quick mission but you leave before lunch.”

Poe nodded, he hated that he wouldn’t be there but he’d be back as soon as possible. Poe tilted his head down to kiss her forehead. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay, love you.” Y/n smiled at him in understanding. She hates when he has to go but she knows it’s necessary.

“Love you too.” He smiled back before he left to go prepare his X-Wing.

That afternoon Poe took off and Y/n stood there watching him leave. He sent one last wave which Y/n returned before he left.

“Let’s get you to the medbay.” Leia offered her arm to her daughter as they turned to leave the hanger.

Once they got there the mother and daughter were put into a room, and there they sat and waited for the doctor to come in. Which didn’t take long.

“So, what are your symptoms?” The doctor asked.

“Achey, tired, puking all day.” Y/n listed, even though she hadn’t wanted to go she did kinda wanna know if something was wrong.

The doctor nodded with a smile. “I think I know what’s going on but let’s double check, okay. So how long has this been going on?”

Y/n glared at her mom, then her shoes before back at the doctor and she stated biting her lip. “If you ask Poe a month, if I tell you the truth about 2 an half.”

Y/n could feel her mother’s eyes on her but she choose to ignore it.

“Okay. Lean back for me. This is gonna be cold.” The doctor said as she squeezed some gel onto Y/n’s stomach, before moving a handle kind of thing around on top of her tummy.

“Well this is the reason your feeling sick.” The doctor started as she moved the wand thing away and wiped clean Y/n’s stomach. She smiled at Y/n before saying. “Your pregnant.”

“What?” Y/n raised her brows, jaw dropping in shock. Sure her and Poe had sex and sex create’s a baby but they’ve been very careful. The two wanted kids but not during such a dangerous time.

“Your pregnant Mrs.Dameron. And it looks like twins.” The doctor shared the news with the mother and daughter with a smile. The doctor left the room after to give them some time to digest the news.

As Y/n sat there with the news of being pregnant she couldn’t help but joke with herself that Poe was at fault for her being sick.

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[ichorai]

working in the dark ; poe dameron.

pairing ; poe dameron x mechanic!reader

synopsis ; poe should know better than to sneak up on you in the dark.

words ; 1.6k

themes ; fluff, suggestive, mechanic au

warnings / includes ; mild violence/injury, makeout scene that alludes to sex, poe's a sassy love-sick bastard, finn just wants to eat in peace

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Poe could never understand your inexplicable need to torture yourself by working in the dark. It did horrors for your eyes, he’d often tell you, only to be met by your nonchalant shrug and an easy grin. Apparently, you had a hypothesis that the absence of light would somehow conjure up enough motivation for you to finish the upgrades to the black squadron’s X-Wings—though Poe wasn’t entirely sure of the validity of your experiment, he decided to drop by your quarters and say hello.

It took his eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the dimness of the room. Faintly, he could make out your silhouette shuffling to and fro, a wrench bit down between your teeth and manuals crammed under your arms as you frantically worked at the frayed wirings of a broken torpedo launcher.

The first mistake he made was turning up unannounced—he knew how much you liked routine—and how much you hated surprises. 

The second mistake was the fact that he approached you silently, despite the ample time he was given to call out your name.

But, alas, Poe kept his mouth uncharacteristically shut and crept towards you with a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. 

Poe got around half a second of jubilant hilarity upon seeing you jump up nearly twenty feet in the air when he tapped your shoulder—before a fist promptly collided with the side of his face and stars exploded behind his vision.

Kriff, you had a killer left hook. Poe supposed he deserved that.

“Maker!” you whisper-yelled around the wrench between your teeth, briefly pausing to rip it out of your mouth and tossing it back into your toolbox. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Poe. Are you okay? Don’t sneak up on me like that! Did I hurt you? How did you even get in here? Are you bleeding? Maker, I can’t see anything in here!” The words fell past your lips in a panicked jumble, and Poe could only pick up half of what you were saying before your hands were all over his head.

Groaning softly, he pressed his face into your palm, relishing in the way your fingers pleasantly grazed over his stubble. It disappointed him when your touch gently rescinded and you took a small step backwards to squint at him in the darkness.

“I’m turning the lights on. Maker, Poe, I’m really sorry,” you murmured, disappearing from his view for a second before he heard the click of the light switch across the room and everything was doused in a bright, artificial luminescence. You came back into view, eyes wide and teeth worrying into your bottom lip. Now that he could see you better, he spotted the streak of black grease smudged messily over the side of your face, and the unkempt state of your clothes. 

Poe tilted his head, duly ignoring the aching throb around his eye socket where you had decked him. “So, I’m guessing working in the dark doesn’t help you finish things quicker? Shocker.”

Nimbly, your fingers lodged itself beneath his chin, gently rotating his face around to get a good look at him. “I was doing just fine until you showed up, thank you very much.” You glowered slightly in thought, and Poe couldn’t help but find the way your nose wrinkled ever so endearing. “You’re good. I think.”

“Oh, so you were doing fine, huh?” Poe teased, grinning wolfishly, nearly preening when you rolled your eyes and brushed past him. Riling you up was his favorite pastime. “Maybe I’ll look into having your lights permanently taken away—anything for my best mechanic to work in optimum conditions.”

You shot him a nasty stink eye. “You’re not funny, Poe,” you asserted, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“I’m a little funny,” he said as he leaned in closer until his nose was just inches away from yours. This near to you, Poe could smell the faint aroma of your minty spritzer and traces of something else earthy that he just couldn’t seem to get enough of. You reminded him of home, and he missed home so much. 

Not bothering to grace him with a response, your hand came up once more to brush your fingers over his cheekbone. “Promise me you’ll ice this, Poe. I don’t want to see you all bruised up tomorrow. Does it hurt?”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he assured you, grinning slightly, despite the fact that it did hurt—very much so. But you didn’t need to know that. “I just wanted to come say hi. I missed you.”

You ducked your head. “You interrupted my work.”

“Didn’t seem like you were getting much done, baby.”

“Oh, shut it.”

Finally, finally, Poe’s arms snaked out to loop over your waist, dragging you closer until his nose was flush against your hairline. “Make me,” he whispered into your skin, and your fists curled into his tunic, yanking him nearer until his lips sealed over yours. He rumbled deep within his chest when one of your hands left the lapels of his shirt to creep into his raven curls, tugging at the roots just the way he liked it. You were overwhelming every single one of his senses and he was doing absolutely nothing but succumb to your scalding touch. 

He kissed you as if it was both the first and last time he’d be able to do so—holding you so tight you were beginning to wonder if this was his form of getting back at you for punching him.

His lips moved frantically, parting so that his teeth could nip playfully at your own, and you hummed in part-annoyance, part-pleasure, shifting your head upwards so he could kiss down your cheeks and jaw, settling at your neck whilst susurrating a low purr of contentment. There, he bit at your skin with a smile, paying special attention to your pulse point, where he could feel your heart thundering over his tongue.

Eventually, you pulled him back up so he could notch his nose back against yours and steal your air away until you were breathless. It didn’t even register in your head when he started walking you backwards (the toolbox knocked against your ankle painfully), pressing you into the broken X-Wing you were working on—which most certainly wasn’t safe but your mind was hazy and it was very much Poe’s fault. The cool metal against your back made your eyes shoot open with initial shock, but immediately squeezed closed again when he raised his hand to tenderly maneuver your chin to the side so he could kiss you even harder. 

As soon as Poe started sneaking his hand lower to undo your work trousers, your fingers unraveled within his mussed hair and grabbed at his wrist before he could go too far, breaking away from him with a heaving chest and an accusatory glare. 

“I have work to do,” you murmured against him, only a hair's breadth away from losing every bit of your composure. Eyes hooded with want, he nodded his head dazedly but continued his ministrations as if he hadn’t heard you at all. With a chortle, you grabbed at his face to land three quick, consecutive kisses on his lips and proceeded to hurriedly waltz away from him despite his whiny protests. “I have work to do, Poe! And I’m nearly a hundred percent certain you do, too!”

“That can wait,” came his impatient grumble. “It’ll take like—five minutes tops.”

You snorted out loud at that, bending down to pick your wrench back up. “Don’t lie to me. Knowing you, we’d go on and on and on and on—” 

“Wouldn’t that be nice?” He wrapped himself behind you, teasingly biting at your ear. You could hear the smile in his voice.

“It’d be nicer to finish my job without you in the way,” you bit out with a slight edge to your tone, but turned around in his arms nonetheless so you could place a soft kiss on his stubbled jaw. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later tonight. Deal?”

“Anything I want?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Deal!” He grinned brightly, pecking your nose once before relinquishing his hold on you, sauntering away while whistling out something that suspiciously sounded like, “Anything I want, huh?”

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the X-Wing. Poe Dameron was going to be the death of you.

Poe weaved through the hungry throng of people in the cantina, politely nodding hello to his comrades when they waved at him with slight concern etched across their features. He sat down besides Finn with a sigh, reaching over to snatch an apple off his breakfast tray and taking a bite.

“Hey! I was gonna eat that,” Finn grumbled around a mouthful of bread. When he turned to look at his friend, the snappy words faltered on his tongue and he exclaimed, “What the kriff happened to you? Why do you have a black eye?”

Poe paused mid-chew. “What? Oh. Oh, this old thing.” His fingers raised up to trace the tender bruise. He really hadn’t thought about it much—you kept him more than occupied last night. At the thought of you, his eyes darted over to the other end of the cantina, where he saw you sitting on the table with a subtle grin, listening to the other mechanics animatedly chattering. Maker, he was so in love with you it nearly hurt. Well, technically it did hurt. The black eye was physical proof of that. 

Poe slung an arm over Finn’s shoulders after swallowing down the large bite of apple he took. The latter looked at the former as if he’d grown a second head, but Poe kept his heart-shaped gaze trained on you. “I’m in love, man. That’s why.”

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[upsidedownmvnson]

crash landed

A/N: i want to branch out on this blog and write for other fandoms too, so im dipping my toes in my baby poe dameron's pool

summary: you and poe are stranded on an unknown planet after a dicy shootout. and your injuries are getting worse by the minute.

warnings: probably inaccurate star wars stuff, graphic descriptions of injuries (maybe), broken bones,

"poe?" you whispered, shaky voice barely cutting through the loud wind noises rattling the loose metal of a broken starfighter.

he grunts, barely looking away from the twisted metal he's trying to bend back in shape with pure will. it's been hours, and with no working comms, and no working beacon.. it was time to start considering alternate escape routes.

"ugh - if it would just-" he grunts again, pounding his fist once against it, the sound lost beneath the other crashing titanium pieces.

"poe..." you said, again, holding onto your shoulder. it was starting to really hurt, and you could barely move your arm, you were sure it was broken, and with the adrenaline of a crash landing fading, it was really starting to be a problem.

he looked at you, lips tight and tense, none of the usual spark in his eyes. his mouth softens into a light frown when he sees you cradling your injury.

"if we don't leave soon i dont know how far i'll be able to go," you say, raising your voice to be heard over the weather.

"we don't even know where we are!" he shouts back, frustrated and angry.

"i know but..."

"how am i supposed to get you out of this!?"

but he softens even more when your lip quivers, and he knows he's being cold - but look at what he's done. he's hurt you. he's gotten you lost on some outskirt planet with no way out, and no medical supplies. he's just proven about himself what he always feared might be true ... he can't protect you.

"I'm sorry!" he shouts, he looks around, and harshly scratches his thumb on his temple. "you're right! we have to move."

"take the comlink! i'll try to fix it when we get ..." you squint, "somewhere."

he grabs it, although he doesn't believe you can fix it. it doesn't even look like scrap metal anymore. totally crushed during the crash landing. if he had just jumped instead of trying to outmaneuver, this wouldn't have happened. he could have gotten you to safety but he was so sure that they wouldn't see his flip coming, but they did... and managed to target the gun you'd been using at the back of the ship, causing a small explosion and sending you against the side of the ship and then when you weren't answering he...

he lost all control and crashed the ship. he was the best pilot the resistance had, and he crashed with the most precious thing in his life depending on him. he was a failure.

when he climbs back down from the trashed fighter, he puts his hand on the small of your back and guides you forward. you were disappointed when he let you go. usually, he'd find any excuse to keep his hands on you, but now he dropped his touch as soon as you'd started walking with him.

you walked quietly, holding the ripped fabric on the shoulder of your suit closed with your good arm and kept the other as snug to your chest as you could. you felt like you were trying to hold yourself together.

you knew this was your fault. if you had just made the shot... you guys wouldn't be in this mess. and the man you were in love with - and arguably the most important pilot in the resistance - wouldn't be stranded in this nowhere place. and you wouldn't be a limping burden. you try your best to hide it. to walk normally and disguise your wincing.

"i'm sorry," you say finally, unable to stand one more moment of uncomfortable silence. you'd never struggled to talk to poe before, normally you can't get him to shut up. "I should've been able to hit the fuel tank, i knew where it was and i missed the-"

"this wasn't your fault," he cut you off, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "none of this is your fault, it's mine."

you could barely hear him, and you were about you respond when both of you were taken by complete surprise as you yelped, your ankle giving way under you with a sickening crunch. poe heard it over the wind, and caught you before you could completely hit the ground.

you cried, trying to say something about the pain but all that came out were a few strangled syllables.

"hey, hey, hey, it's okay! i've got you!" but he's panicking. he can't support you with your arm in that condition, and he can't get you up because of the leg. he's sick. he can't breathe thinking of what's he caused. he picks you up, cradling you as close to his chest as he can as he frantically looks around for anything, anything.

a cave in the face of a rockside is all he can see, and he escapes to it's safety, at least able to get you out of the wind for a minute while he thinks. he sets you down as gently as he can, his heart shattering with each deep sob you release.

he looks around, as if help will just appear in the cave. and he stands up, watching you curl into yourself.

"poe, i'm so sorry." you sob, not noticing his confused expression as you hide your face in your arm, words coming out choked and pathetic you say, "look at what i've done."

"you can't -" he pauses, "you didn't do anything wrong, this mess is my fault."

he wants to stop and comfort you, but he doesn't have time. he has to save you, he has to save. you. he's freaking out. he's failed you, the mission, leia, all because he assumed he was better than some first order pilot.

"i have to find you some help," he says, crouching down close to you and moving some hair out of your face. the blotchy, red cheeks, and swollen eyes that hold nothing but pain behind them, made an unexpected tear fall from poe's eye, but he catches it on the back of his hand before you can see. "why can't wait these injuries out, okay?" you nod sullenly, unable to force out anymore words. "do you have your blaster? hm? can you look at me?" he asks, and you do. "i'm going to run okay? i'm going to find you some help."

poe runs for an hour, but aside from the weather finally yielding, he finds nothing. he nearly gets lost on his way back, but finds you sitting up against the hard rock wall, blaster disassembled around you, as you fiddle with the small broken comlink.

"you're sitting."

"i'm totally numb," you whisper, and you're both quiet. you both know that's not a good thing. "i don't know if it worked... but i tried to send out a signal. the transmitter looked functional enough, but the mic was broken beyond... I..." you trail off. "i hope they find you."

"us," he corrects harsher than he means to. "they're going to find us."

you smile. "you should go."

"what????"

"you can come back for me later but -"

"-no-"

"-we shouldn't both rot in this-"

"-stop saying this crap, seriously-"

"hellhole, and you're too important to lose and-"

"stop!" he shouts, crouching down to look in your eye, passion and frustration covered his face, "you're too important, don't you get that!? don't you get anything? i can't lose you too." poe's resolve falls faster than it rose, and he's sobbing before you've even really processed what he's said. "i won't survive it. if i lose you. i won't survive."

"poe?"

"i love you, you idiot."

but then you passed out. and poe is screaming your name, tapping gentle slaps on your cheek to wake you, but it's not working. he's worried you hit your head.

"what do i do!?" he's looking around, but there's nothing. he knows there's nothing. "what do i do!?"

but he hears something outside that sounds like yelling. and he doesn't care if its first order, pirates, or whatever, he doesn't care. he'd surrender himself to save you. he's only got a half broke blaster, but he's got the spark he needs to save you.

he hides behind a tree when he sees figures, waiting to ambush the first person and steal their weapon, but when he grabs them, it's finn looking out of breath and terrified.

"poe! maker, we couldn't-"

"come on!" poe shouts, ignoring his friend, letting go of the fistful of shirt he had, and taking off full tilt back to where you were. finn was hot on his trail, silent. while chewie ran not far behind, roaring in worry. no one liked the crazed look in poe's eye, especially when they knew it was bad sign you weren't with him.

when they're back to you, poe first checks your pulse, his own nearly stopping with anxiety. but however shallow, it was there, you were still there.

poe scoops you up, holds you close to his chest for a second, whispering a secret plea for you to stay with him, and let chewie take you in his arms, begging him in broken words to be gentle with you.

and then poe just sobbed as they rushed back to the ship.

you didn't wake up for a full month. poe ran defensive missions, or short trips. but he couldn't stay focused long enough for anything longer.

when he returns from a simple fetch & return for leia, he's greeted by rey and rose waiting in the hanger, chatting excitedly. at first poe is annoyed, as he takes his helmet off and shakes his hair out. how could your friends find a way to stand around and chat and smile... but when they look at him with wide grins, he hesitates to feel hope. they've said nothing but his heart is racing. he thinks it may beat clear out of his chest,

"someone wants to see you," rose singsongs, laughing as poe throws his helmet on the floor and takes off down the hallway, following his usual path straight from the hanger to the medbay.

he stops in the doorway, panting as he takes in the sight of you smiling with finn, who was sitting on the chair closest to you. he gets up when he sees poe, says goodbye, and leaves, patting his friend on the shoulder as he passes.

"you're awake," he says, taking finn's seat, and scooching it even closer to you. he gathers up your hand in both of his, and leans forward to press his forehead against the back of your hand. "please, forgive me."

"forgive you? for what?"

he scoffs, leaning back but maintaining a secure grip on your hands. "well, for nearly killing you, mostly."

"poe, i missed the shot. i had the shot and i missed it, it's my fault."

"no," he says, sternly, in a commanding voice you don't even recognize, and you listen, watching him with kind eyes. he could live in them, melt into them, stay there forever. "you saved us. you made a beacon out of a gun and a broken comlink. you're a genius, you're... you're so..." he grunts in frustration when the words get lost. "i almost lost you..." he whispers, kissing the back of your hand. he leans his forehead back onto your hand, whispering again and again how sorry he was. 

you smiled sadly at him. he looked thin, had bags under his eyes. you doubted he has been sleeping, finn said he'd spent every night by your side, curled up uncomfortably on the metal chair.

"nah," you chuckle, "i always was gunna come back to you."

"and how do you know that, hm?"

you grin, winking, "because i love you, you idiot."

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Husband Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x f!reader

When the Resistance returns to Ajan Kloss to celebrate the defeat of the First Order, Poe Dameron can barely contain the shaking of his hands and the frantic beating of his heart as his eyes desperately scan the horizon for the arrival of your X-wing.

After you touch down, you’re hardly able to begin climbing down from the starfighter before Poe’s hands are at your waist, pulling you tightly into his waiting arms. You can’t tell if the salt on your lips is from your tears or his as he kisses you fiercely, joyously, frantically. 

There had been far too many close calls during that battle. During every battle. Poe runs his hands up and down your sides, kisses your cheeks, breathes in your familiar scent—if only to give himself further proof that you’ve both truly made it out of this alive once and for all.

And with that realization, he can’t wait another moment. Another second. The words bubble up in his chest and fall from his lips with more conviction than anything he’s ever said in his life. “Marry me.”

You take his hand and drag him into the woods, away from the din of the celebrations, and he says it again and again as he pushes you up against a tree. As he drags his lips along the curve of your jaw. As buttons are tugged and clothing becomes scarce. As he holds you tightly while you come apart.

And when you whisper, “Yes, yes, yes,” against his lips, into his curls, along his collarbone, Poe wants nothing more than to call you his wife now. Always. For the rest of his days.

Poe recites his vows to you later that evening after making love to you again under a canopy of stars. And as you fold yourself into him, fingers laced together, legs tangled, the beating of your heart responding to his in kind, you think that you’d gladly fight a thousand more grueling wars and dangerous, never-ending battles as long as you ended up here with him.

The wedding is planned quickly; it’s an intimate, understated affair. It’s perfect. But admittedly, the day is a blur, because all you can remember is the choked sob that leaves Poe’s lips when you approach the altar (and again when he finally removes his mother’s wedding ring from the chain around his neck and slides it onto your finger).

Poe knows his Rebel pilot mother would have loved you, and he's told you just as much time and time again. In the months after your wedding, you eventually come to him with a surprise. Though Poe's personal belongings dwindled down to few during his time with the Resistance, he's always kept a piece of steel that came from Shara Bey's X-wing with him. When part of it accidentally breaks off one day, the solution hits you like a sack of bricks—you have it made into a ring to replace the nondescript one you'd both hurriedly sought out for him in the days before the wedding. (Poe's absolutely beyond words when you give it to him.)

While you and Poe both are too dedicated and entangled in the Resistance to simply up and disappear in the aftermath of the war, when you're not busy helping with the continued efforts to restore the galaxy, your free time is spent building the home the two of you will eventually settle down in on a lush, quiet moon.

Poe goes out of his way to source the most beautiful, exotic plants to fill your garden with.

After the first time that he brings you home flowers and watches fondly as you prune them and carefully place them in a vase on the kitchen table, he makes a habit of doing it all the time.

The Resistance's starfighter squadrons still remain active, which means Poe takes advantage of every chance he gets to yell over the comms with a whoop, "That's my wife!" any time you pull off any sort of flashy maneuver in your X-wing.

Poe needs to excuse himself for a minute the day that he notices you've carefully painted 'DAMERON' in Aurebesh on the side of your flight helmet.

Poe Dameron has always looked at you like you personally hung every single star in the sky just for him, and even the brightest, most brilliant of suns would be hard pressed to rival the light behind his eyes and blistering heat that ignites in his gut every damn time he remembers that you're his.

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worries

pairing: Poe Dameron x pregnant! reader

warnings: unprotected sex, p in v, mentions of canon level violence

word count: 3,000

summary: Poe doesn't return from a supply run on time, sending you down a spiral of worries about your newly forming family.

A/N: I haven't written for Star Wars before but Moon Knight had me in an Oscar Isaac chokehold so I watched Star Wars again and here we are. (I honestly don't know a lot of specific details for Star Wars lore, so apologies)

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Poe climbed out of his X-Wing. He was meant to be home two days ago, but his ship had broken down and he had to fix it. With the ship broken he hadn’t been able to communicate with anyone either. Finn greeted him with a hug as Poe began walking towards the rest of the base. 

“Where have you been? Are you alright?” Finn asked. 

“I’m alright. My ship broke down. Took me a few days to repair it. The communicators broke too, and I don’t know how to fix those,” Poe explained. “You want to go grab a drink?” Poe asked. He wanted to relax after spending the last two days sweating in the gears of his ship. Finn shook his head. 

“You should go home. See y/n,” Finn suggested. 

“I will, but I don’t want to wake her at this time of night. She needs her rest,” Poe said. 

“I’d guess she isn’t asleep,” Finn replied. Poe raised an eyebrow. “She’s been going crazy not knowing where you’ve been. She spent the last two days sitting in the hangar waiting for you. I had to drag her back to your place yesterday to get her to go to sleep,” Finn told Poe. Poe’s heart sank. He hated to make you worry. He knew that it was pointless to tell you not to. He was a pilot fighting in a war. You were bound to worry, but he never wanted to make it harder on you. 

“Is she back in my quarters now?” Poe asked. Finn nodded. 

“Leia’s giving you the day off tomorrow to take care of her,” Finn added. Poe sighed. 

“That bad?” He asked. Finn nodded. 

“I’m sure she’ll tell you how worried she’s been, but we’ve all been worried about her too,” Finn said. Poe smiled at his friend’s kindness. He loved that his friends–his family really–were so fond of you.  

“Thanks, Finn,” Poe replied. He gave his friend one last hug before heading off to his quarters to find you. 

Finn was right. You weren’t asleep. You were curled up in a ball on Poe’s side of the bed, crying quietly as you held tightly onto his favorite sweater, the one you were always stealing from him because it smelled like him. You didn’t hear the main door slide open and you never had the bedroom door closed, so Poe got in without you noticing. Poe sighed softly when he saw you. He was glad to see you, as he always was, but he hated to see you like this, especially when it was his fault. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” Poe called. You sat up at once and nearly broke your neck turning to look at the door. 

“Poe!” You exclaimed. You began scrambling to get out of bed, but Poe was sitting on the edge of the bed next to you already. You threw your arms around him and buried your face in his neck. 

“I’m here, baby,” Poe whispered as you cried into his neck. He had his arms around you and was rubbing your back soothingly. 

“I thought you were dead!” You cried. 

“I know, baby. I know. I’m so sorry. My ship broke down. Nothing happened to me, I promise. I’m okay,” Poe replied. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. Your sobs subsided after a few minutes of Poe whispering apologies and sweet nothings into your hair. You pulled away from his neck finally and Poe was able to get a good look at you. Your face was stained with tears and there were dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep, but Poe still thought you looked beautiful. He kissed you, his lips soft and warm against yours.

“How’s my other girl doing?” Poe asked, reaching down to your stomach. You were just over four months pregnant, and your stomach had just begun to grow more round. Technically you shouldn’t have been living on base anymore but being Commander Dameron’s wife granted you some special treatment from General Organa. Leia knew how much you meant to Poe and she didn’t have the heart to make you leave. Poe loved you and he was her favorite commander. She remembered her life with Ben and Han before things had gone wrong. She wanted that for Poe. 

“She’s okay. She’s been keeping my appetite up,” you said as Poe rubbed your belly gently. He smiled. 

“Our daughter. Already taking care of her mother,” Poe said more to himself than you. You smiled, but Poe could see tears welling in your eyes. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked. 

“Nothing, just missed you,” you lied as you tried to blink away the tears. 

“Sweetheart, I know you,” Poe said. You looked down at your hands. Poe kicked his shoes off and shifted so that he could pull you into his lap. He reached up and pushed some hair from your eyes before running his fingers along your cheek. “Just tell me.” 

“I’m just scared, Poe,” you whispered. “What if you hadn’t come home this time? I don’t think I can take care of her alone.” You put your hand over your stomach. Poe leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Nothing is going to happen to me. I’m out there for her now, not just you. I know she’s going to need a father, and I promise she’ll have one,” Poe told you. 

“Poe, you don’t kn–” you started to protest, to tell him that he didn’t know he’d come back and that war was unpredictable, but Poe kept talking over you. 

“And, even if something does happen, I have arrangements made with Leia, Finn, and Rey already. They’ve promised to take care of the two of you for me if something happens.” 

“You asked the General of the Resistance to help look after your wife and daughter if you died?” You questioned incredulously. You knew Poe and Leia were close, but it seemed like a job that was beneath such an important woman. 

“Actually I just asked Rey. Finn was there when I asked her and he volunteered and then Leia found out and she got mad that I didn’t ask her first,” Poe said. You chuckled. Poe smiled softly, but his eyes were full of concern. 

“I’m always going to be here for you though, baby. I don’t fly the way I used to anymore. I have something more important than any war to come home to now,” Poe said as he ran his thumb along your cheekbone, taking your face in his hand. A small smile spread across your lips. He hadn’t told you that he had changed the way he was flying. You had seen him in action before and you knew he was a risk taker. It pleased you to think that he was trying to be more safe now. 

“I just don’t want to do this without you. And I don’t want her to never meet you. I want her to know you,” you said. A sad smile crossed Poe’s face. He had been perfectly safe the last two days. He had obviously missed you, but it had somehow escaped his mind that you might think he was in trouble. He had only been on a supply run, it hadn’t even crossed his mind that you would have been so distraught. He felt horrible that he hadn’t been there for you and that you had spent so long worrying.

“She’ll know me. And I’ll know her,” Poe assured you. Poe kissed you slowly, taking your jaw in his hand to tip your head back so he could deepen the kiss. He pulled away finally, but kept his forehead pressed to yours. He brushed his nose against yours and then whispered soothingly to you. 

“I’m gonna get in the refresher and then I’ll come back here and you can get some rest. Finn told me Leia’s giving me tomorrow off to spend with you, so we can sleep in,” Poe told you. 

“Did Leia really say that?” You asked. Poe smiled. You never seemed to understand just how much people cared for you. 

“Finn said she was worried about you,” Poe said. “He was too,” Poe said.

“He and Rey were spending a lot of time with me,” you said. “They came and sat with me in the hangar during all of their breaks.” The corner of Poe’s lips just barely tipped upwards. He was grateful for Rey and Finn. They were his family just as much as you were. “The whole base probably thinks I’m crazy,” you added.  

“I’m sure nobody thinks that. You’re my wife,” Poe said. “You’re supposed to worry about me. I just wish I didn’t make you worry quite so much.” You smiled softly at your husband’s sweetness. He was everything you needed, and now that he was back you finally felt at peace. You ran your fingers gently down Poe’s chest. He was still in his flight suit. You reached up and took the zipper in your hand and began pulling it down slowly. 

“Sweetheart,” Poe called. You hummed innocently in question as you leaned forward and began leaving open mouthed kisses to Poe’s neck. “We shouldn’t,” Poe said, though he couldn’t have sounded less convincing. 

“Please, Poe,” you whined against his neck. “I need to feel you close,” you told him. Poe sighed. He wanted you to rest, but he’d never been able to say no to you, and he could hear in your voice that you needed this, needed him.

“Straight to bed when we’re done,” Poe said. You didn’t respond as he pulled the flight suit off his torso. He ripped off the t-shirt he had beneath it before moving his arms to the hem of the shirt you were wearing–one of his, he noticed–and pulled it over your head. He threw you to the center of the bed and grabbed the waistband of your leggings, pulling them down with your underwear, leaving you completely bare. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at you like he’d never seen you before. 

“I’m always amazed by how beautiful you are, princess. You’re the most beautiful woman in the galaxy,” Poe murmured in admiration.

“Bet you say that to all the girls you’ve saved,” you joked. Poe smirked remembering the way you two had first met. You were being choked by a Storm Trooper when he plowed his ship into the dirt in front of you, jumped out of the cockpit and tackled the Storm Trooper in question. He had seen you around the base before. It was the early days of the Resistance and there weren’t many people on the base that Poe didn’t speak to, but he’d always been too nervous to talk to you. He was flying low in his X-Wing during the battle when he saw you being choked by the Storm Trooper. He abandoned his intended route to crash his ship into the ground next to you and save you. It had taken him weeks to repair all the damage on his beloved X-Wing, but it had all been worth it because while he was lying in the medbay begging for the doctors to give him permission to leave, you walked in to thank him for saving you and offered to make him dinner as a thank you when he had recovered. The rest, as they say, is history. 

“Only the ones that saved me too,” Poe replied. You grinned. 

“Come here,” you called, reaching your hands out. Poe undid his belt and pushed the pants of the flight suit down with his boxer briefs. He climbed up onto the bed, stopping above your cunt. He began to lean his mouth down to you, but you grabbed at him, trying to pull him up towards you. Poe looked up at you in question. “Not tonight, please. I just want to feel you,” you begged. Poe nodded and moved further up your body till he could press his lips against yours. He kissed you hungrily. He may not have been worried about your safety, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss you. You felt his cock lying against your stomach, the weight of it against your body making you even more desperate. Poe didn’t seem to be in any rush despite his insistence that you should be sleeping. 

“Poe, please,” you whined. Poe chuckled against your skin as he left a small mark on your collar bone. 

“Always so needy,” Poe commented. Nevertheless he leaned away from you and moved to line himself up with your entrance. He ran the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, gathering your wetness before he slowly pushed into you, letting you feel every inch. You moaned as he filled you. You needed this. Needed to feel him so close that there was nothing between you. Needed to feel that he was still yours. Poe stopped moving once he’d gotten himself all the way in. He could feel your walls clenching around him, like they were trying to draw him in deeper and keep him from ever leaving again. You wiggled your hips up against his after a moment and he took it as a sign to start moving. His thrusts were slow and deep. He pulled out almost all the way each time before slowly pushing back into you. You threw your head back in pleasure as Poe hit your cervix. 

“You’re so fucking big, Poe. Make me feel so full,” you moaned. Poe leaned down and wrapped his lips around one of your nipples, sucking gently. You let out a loud moan immediately. Every part of you had been overly sensitive since you’d gotten pregnant, and Poe barely had to work anymore to have you screaming. Poe smirked with his lips around you. He bit down against your nipple lightly before easing the pain with a few licks. He leaned down and gave the same treatment to your other nipple before pulling away and pushing his lips against yours again. You threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled at his curls. Poe moaned in response. He grabbed one of your legs and pulled it up, you aided his actions, hooking it over his hip. The new angle drew loud moans from both of you. 

“That feel good, baby?” Poe asked, though he knew the answer. You nodded eagerly. 

“Don’t stop,” you gasped. Poe didn’t. He kept fucking you, switching up his rhythm so that he would draw you close to the edge before slowing down and prolonging your enjoyment. It was ecstasy. The pleasure was indescribable and you couldn’t get enough. 

“Poe, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered, digging your heel into Poe’s ass while he fucked you. 

“I know, baby, me too,” Poe grunted as he sped up his movements. You were a mess of moans and cries at that point. “Where do you want me to come, baby?” Poe asked. He liked to ask you. It didn’t really matter where you chose, he always found it sexy, but it turned him on when you told him where you wanted him. 

“Inside me, Poe. Want you to fill me up,” you mewled. Poe groaned at your words. He thrust into you harder, earning a gasp from you as his skin slapped against yours. 

“Gonna fill you up just like I did when I gave you our baby,” Poe groaned. He reached down with his right hand and found your clit with his thumb. He began rubbing quick circles against the swollen bud. You cried out in pleasure and hooked your other leg over Poe’s hip, pulling his body against yours and digging your nails into his shoulder blades. 

You both came at once. You screamed Poe’s name as he groaned yours. Poe’s seed poured into you as you clenched down onto him, pulling in every ounce of his cum. The pleasure ran through your bodies like a stampede. It was overwhelming and powerful and then suddenly it was over and the two of you were lying tangled together in your bed as you each took deep breaths. 

Eventually you rose from the mattress, the two of you using the refresher together before sliding back into your bed. You curled into Poe’s body at once. You refused to let him out of your sight the next day, so it was a good thing that Leia had offered him the day off. As the two of you were lying in bed that night Poe was gently running his fingers through your damp hair, undoing every tangle with delicate care. You were laying against his chest, your head tucked into his neck. One of your hands rested over his heart and Poe had reached his free hand up to tangle his fingers with yours. 

“What do you want to name her?” Poe asked suddenly. It had been quiet for a while, but Poe was always able to tell when you were awake. 

“I thought we could name her after your mom,” you replied without missing a beat, though your voice was tired and your eyes stayed closed. Poe smiled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head. 

“Mom would’ve loved that,” Poe replied. You hummed softly. 

“If the next one’s a boy I think we should name him after Finn,” you mumbled. Poe’s heart leapt. ‘The next one’ he thought. He knew you were exhausted and that you barely knew what you were saying, but nevertheless the idea of you already planning another child with him made him feel so lucky. You were his wife. You were giving him a daughter and you wanted to give him a son. Before he could let himself get too excited he raised your hand to his lips and kissed the back of your hand. 

“I love you, baby. Sleep well,” he murmured into your hair. You were already half asleep, but despite your exhaustion, you replied, almost as if your body couldn’t hear Poe telling you he loved you unless you whispered back: 

“I love you too.”

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Prompts -  "I can't believe you didn't wish me a Happy Father's Day" "We don't have a kid?"

The mission had been long but they had come through it and been victorious, they had taken some First Order members down and gotten the information they needed. Everyone on the base was in high spirits, a welcome change from the dread of what was to come and a cause for celebration. 

Poe and you sat pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, in a booth with your friends surrounding you. There were too many empty glasses on the table for any of you to count in your drunken state but more kept being brought over. Everyone refused to dwell on the future, tonight was a win and you all were determined to enjoy this feeling for as long as you could.

You turned your head to look over towards Poe who was playfully arguing with BB-8 about something you couldn’t quite follow, you weren’t fluent at speaking droid and depended on Poe whenever BB-8 spoke but you were getting better. Still, seeing the smile spread across Poe’s face had you smiling over at him, warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the alcohol and everything to do with the man in front of you.

It wasn’t easy, some days things got too much. Some days fighting the First Order was frustrating and long and everything seemed hopeless. There were days when one of you would let the frustration overwhelm you and you took it out on the other, starting fights or shutting them out. You were always there though to help the other work through it, to be the shoulder to cry on when the emotions finally exploded, to hold the other close after a long, unproductive day, to bring a cup of caf and sit by each other’s side silently until the one who was scared about everything was ready to talk.

It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t perfect but it was real and it was everything you could hope for. Poe was amazing, you never wanted for anything when you were with him. Your heart ached sometimes with how much love you felt for him. 

One day this would be over, there would be no more fighting against the First Order, then it would be perfect. There wouldn’t be any worries about Poe leaving and not coming back, about him being hurt or killed. You hated when he left, loved how passionate he was to the cause and ached to have him back in your arms.

Looking at him now, his whole face lit up as BB-8 chirped something you couldn’t make out you were glad he had made the first move all those months ago, glad he was so confident and outgoing that he had no problem walking up to you one day after you’d finished maintenance on BB-8 and asked you on a date. You didn’t hesitate to say yes, you knew you’d liked him from the moment you’d met him however long ago when he was injured badly enough that he couldn’t do the maintenance needed on his X-wing and you had offered to help, being the one to do the maintenance of his ship ever since.

“Hey!” Poe exclaimed suddenly, causing you to snap out of your thoughts and give him your full attention, watching as he turned to face you with a confused look. “Why haven’t you wished me a Happy Father’s Day?” 

A huff of laughter left you as you looked back at him with confusion spreading across your own features, eyes glancing to the table that held even more empty glasses and wondered just how much he had had to drink tonight.

“What,” You began, pausing to laugh which only caused his eyes to widen even more and you had never been able to resist that look, “What are you talking about? We don’t have a kid?” 

The words were slightly slurred, of course they were after how many drinks you yourself had had, but Poe’s eyes still narrowed at them, sitting up straighter in the booth and giving you the most offended look he could muster, looking at you like he could hardly recognise you which only made you laugh some more.

“Are you kidding?” He exclaimed and you were confused for only a few seconds longer before he gestured wildly over to BB-8 who was stood by his feet and chirping away happily, beeps you couldn’t understand as he spun in a circle. 

It took a second before Poe’s meaning registered but you couldn’t help but laugh loudly once they did, leaning against Poe’s shoulder as he tried his best to maintain his offended look but when it came to you he was a weak man and a smile spread across his face at the sound of your laughter.

It really was the best sound in the whole galaxy.

It was a few minutes before you managed to contain yourself, your laughter subsiding though a few giggles escaped and you pushed away from Poe’s shoulder to grin over at him, lifting one hand to cup his cheek before bringing your lips together.

The kiss was messy, no coordination on either side but it didn’t matter, the two of you were more than happy to get lost in it, forgetting about your friends who surrounded you as you bumped noses and forehead.

“Happy Father’s Day.” You mumbled against his lips once the two of you pulled away, “You’re the best dad a droid could ever ask for.” 

Poe couldn’t stop the smile that spread across his face as he brought a hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone as he drew you into another kiss. This one was slightly more coordinated but softer and slower and Poe drew you closer to him, only pulling away when BB-8 beeped at him and bumped into his leg.

“Thanks buddy.” Poe grinned down at the droid, pulling away from you slightly to pat BB-8 before turning back towards you, his grin softening into a smile as he saw how your face lit up, even under the bad lighting off the bar. 

He couldn’t resist cupping your cheek again and pulling you into him, your lips soft against his own as he took his time tracing his tongue across your bottom lip waiting for you to grant him access and tried to convey just how much love he felt for you in a single kiss.

Finally the two of you pulled away, breathless and smiling, neither of you noticing the way the people around you grinned over at the pair of you, completely lost in your own little world. 

“You really are a good dad you know, one day you’ll be an amazing dad to a little baby Dameron.” You told him as you entwined you fingers with his, looking down and watching your thumb trace his knuckles and completely missing the way his eyes softened, his whole body softened really, as he stared at you with hope shining in his eyes, thinking that nothing could be better than raising a little baby Dameron with you.

“Little baby Dameron, huh?” He said softly, watching you look up to meet his gaze and let his other hand come up to brush a piece of hair that had fallen into your face aside. “I hope they have your eyes.” 

At his words he watched your smile brighten as you leaned into his touch before turning your head to kiss his knuckles. Poe couldn’t wait to start the next chapter of his life with you, desperate for the fight against the First Order to be done and won so that he could give you the life you deserved.

“I hope they have your smile.” You told him just as softly as he had spoken, your free hand coming up to trace his lower lip.

Poe would do anything he had to to make sure the Resistance won, to end this war as fast as possible so that he could be by your side as he watched you hold a baby that was the perfect mix of the two of you. A baby that had your eyes, his smile, your nose and his hair, maybe Poe’s love of flying mixed with your love of tinkering. 

All Poe knew was that he was ready for that, you were ready for that, and it was up to him to make a future where the two of you could raise your own kid together possible.

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[where-dreamers-go]

Imagine: Checking on Poe before you had to leave for a mission.

~~~

You had a duty to the Resistance, but you couldn't brush off your promise to your best friend. Especially when that best friend was Poe Dameron. Fancy flyer of the Resistance.

Okay, so that wasn't the name anyone else referred to him as, but alas...

"Hey, sleepy pilot," you whispered upon entering his sleeping area.

A short, muffled murmur came from a curled up form.

"I'm leaving."

Poe and his head of dark curls bounced off of the pillow.

"Soon." You clarified. "Just wanted to see you first as promised."

Stretching, he sat up in bed. Threads of light highlighting his features.

"Now?" He asked, still groggy from sleep.

"Yeah." You patted your bag hanging by your side.

"You never told me where you were going." His voice appeared more stern. Awake.

"Not too far. I promise."

His eyes scanned you. "That's not an answer."

"I know, but--"

"What if you need me?"

You sighed. Looking at him softly, you said, "Then I have no doubt you'll know where I am. Three days the most."

"Three days?"

"That's my cue."

"Hold--" Poe pushed aside his blanket as you quickly waved.

"Gotta go."

"Like Hel--"

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[graveyardlifeguard]

I'm baaaaack

I've changed my name and I'm back in the game babyy!! With some other changes coming soon

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[dameronology]

star wars boys and having to share a bed with you? 🙌

i feel like some fluff is needed after all the angst lately icl (this is like in a pre-established relationship scenario <3)

includes din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

the mandalorian/din djarin

sharing a bed with din is like being in the safest place in the world. he absolutely has to be the one to be closest to the door and more often than not, he'll wrap his entire body around yours both out of affection and protection. if he's comfy enough to share a bed with you, it sort of feels axiomatic that he's comfy enough to sleep with the armour off too, but in the earlier stages of your relationship you might have to deal with it being on all the time. after a while, though, it'll be shed before he gets into bed. din is an incredibly warm person so it's always pretty toasty too, even without him acting like a human blanket. his favourite way to sleep is with his back pressed to yours, arms looped around your front and legs tangled together.

poe dameron

poe is a cuddler. there's no two ways of going about it and it's not exclusive to you either - actually, there's a reason that most his colleagues want two beds on a stakeout, as opposed to being dragged into dameron's arms against their will at nighttime. obviously, you mind a lot less than them - it's something you come to struggle sleeping without, actually - but just expect for him to always be holding you. even if you move to the other side of bed and jut your limbs out, the man is still gonna find a way to pull you back into his arms. his favourite way to sleep is facing you, head buried underneath your chin, one arm underneath you and the other over you.

finn

finn spent most of his life sleeping in tiny military cots in the first order, so when you first share a bed it's like sleeping next to a corpse that simply will not move. so, in the early stages of your relationship you sort of have to work yourself around him but the more he gets used to it, the more receptive he is to being touchy at night. he's generally quite light with his touches - usually just a hand on your hip or his head on your shoulder - but when one of you has been away for a while or life is a little tense, he definitely becomes clingier.

han solo

han solo manspreads at night. he hanspreads. you could have a kingsize bed and he could take up 99% of it. it makes sharing a bed with him difficult at first but the closer you become, the closer he likes to be at you tonight. after that, the problem is not so much sleeping around han as it is avoiding han at night, because you normally wake up to find that his entire torso is on top of you, or he's managed to slip underneath you is now your mattress.

luke skywalker

luke is susceptible to nightmares after the fall of the empire, and sleeping close to you is what helps soothe him. it's something he can't avoid if you're apart but if you're sleeping together, he has to be close to you in someway; maybe just a hand holding yours or even your legs touching, anything for him to know that you're there. you can normally tell when his nightmares are worse, or when he's feeling low, because he'll sleep closer to you and hold you a little tighter.

obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan is the heaviest sleeper you will ever meet, so the position that you go to sleep in has to be one that you're okay to stay in til he wakes up. he's self-aware so he's quite light with his touches at night - more often than not, he just sleeps beside you with a hand resting on the side of your leg, hip, or arm - but there have been times when he's wrenched you closer to him in his sleep. good luck if you need a wee.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Did You Mean It? (Poe Dameron x reader)

Masterlist | Playlist

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.3 k

A/N: Short lil thing I wrote spontaneously out of a lil thought, Poe my beloved <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Your eyes are trained intensely onto the monitor before you, your hands pressing down on the earmuffs of your coms. His face was illuminated by a big blast as a victorious smile bloomed. A joyous laugh rang through your ears, turning your stomach into an unstable rollercoaster.

“YOU SAW THAT Y/N?!” he yelled. “YOU OWE ME DRINKS!”

Commander Poe Dameron never failed to make your heart skip its way straight to oblivion. From the first second you met him, his aura drew you to him and his character made you stay. Every single day with him was like a new adventure and you wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Your admiration for him turned into love before you could stop yourself from falling into the abyss that was your feelings. You repressed everything, worried that if you had let anything slip out it would ruin you. He is your commander, your squadron leader, your best friend. You are his flight lieutenant, a pilot to him, a soldier of the rebellion.

The pain of wanting to maintain everything to be strictly professional and platonic was absolutely unbearable. People would shoot you with knowing looks when Poe would casually wrap his arm around your shoulder, bring you a plate of food or even joke with you. You reciprocated everything, casually of course, until people stopped batting their eyes at the both of you.

Internally, you couldn’t get enough of him. His laughter was your drug, his smile your light, his warm embrace your oxygen. You needed him to thrive, to stay alive. You tried going on dates with random people you knew, you tried meditating the feelings away and you even tried avoiding him but in the end, you would always still want to run your hands in his stupid crown of curls.

You switch to a private channel and roll your eyes at the pretty commander. “Maker, I’m never gonna hear the end of this aren’t I?”

“This is why you never make bets with the best, my girl.” he retorted cheekily.

My girl.

Ignoring the blatant thudding in your chest from his casual cuteness, you replied, “Ugh, could the next bet be something that I’m good at for a change? Let’s bet on the fact that you’ll clean your room if you lose, Commander Stinky.”

The Mess of Poe Dameron’s Quarters was a tale known amongst many at base. It all started when BB-8 blew a fuse and Poe had insisted he would fix him all on his own. It only took three explosions and two fires for him to finally let you come over and fix the poor droid.

“Deal. Mainly because we all know I’m good at everything. Get your cleaning supplies ready Y/N, you’ll need to clean my X-Wing too!”

“HEY! THE X-WING WASN’T PART OF THE DEAL!” you yell into the coms.

“Fine. Just the room. Then maybe you’ll start visiting me there more often?” Poe wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at the camera.

Your face burned at the thought but you brushed it off as quickly as the speed that the statement left Poe’s mouth.

“Maturity is unfortunately not your strongest suit, Commander.” you said grimly.

“So I have been told. Landing in a bit, see you then for the debrief?” he winked, flashing you his beautiful smile.

“Copy that, see you at base. Love you.” you say hazily, smiling at him.

You froze as your mind blanked out and your dopey smile dropped. Your brain replayed what you said over and over again like a broken record and you sank far into your seat.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Your brain literally couldn’t believe how badly your tongue betrayed you. Your hands started to shake and you felt cold sweat beading on your forehead. Your breath started coming and going in short puffs as you tried to gather your bearings.

Scrambling back up, you pull the mic close to your face.

“Commander?” you say shakily.

No answer.

“P-poe?” you whisper.

Poe had already shut his coms off and you heard cheers erupting as you presumed his arrival at base.

He might not have heard you right?

You straightened your uniform and slowly made your way to the main meeting room where Poe Dameron marched in from the other side, in all his piloting glory. You froze again in shock as you caught the emotionless expression he wore. You averted your eyes from him as he took his place beside you.

You could only hear the blood roaring thunderously in your ears as Poe headed the debrief. You wanted nothing more than to run to your room and hide under your covers. Once you saw people moving around, you realized that everyone has been dismissed. You were going to attempt to make a beeline for the exit once everyone was gone but a strong hand powerfully gripped your wrist and pulled you back.

You found yourself crashing right back into Poe. His free hand steadied you and adjusted you so that you were standing in the middle of his two feet.

“Didn’t say I was done with you.” he whispered. “What did you say right before I cut off coms, Y/N?”

You were shaking, your mind raced to the worst of conclusions and you realized that today might be the day you lose your friendship with Poe Dameron.

The hand at your snaked up your arm and cupped your jaw, tipping your face so that you were facing him. His eyes softened as he gazed into yours, your heart melting at the sight of the lovely brown orbs.

“What did you say?” He repeated, a little louder this time and your heart skipped a beat.

“Commander, it was a slip of the tongue, just an accident.” you pleaded, trying not to let your heavy breathing get the best of you.

“Did you mean it?”

“What?”

“I said, did you mean what you said over coms?”

Fuck it.

Yet again, your tongue betrayed your brain as fast as lightning, terrorizing your mind.

“Yea.” you whisper.

“Oh Maker…” Poe sighed.

He leaned into you and pressed his forehead to yours, your eyes fluttering close as you felt yourself slowly going into cardiac arrest.

“Say it again. Say what you said over coms again. Please?” He whispered.

“I love you.” you whisper back, in a trance.

“Again.” Poe said, let out a shaky breath.

“I love you.” you swayed with him as he caressed your cheek.

“One last time. Please.” he was the one pleading now, his voice desperate as he pulled away to look at you.

“I love you. I love you. I love-”

Poe cuts you off with a breathtaking kiss. If he wasn’t holding on to you, you would be best friends with the floor. You melt into his touch, binding yourself with him as your thoughts struggle to comprehend what was happening. He kissed you like you were water and he was a man lost on Tatooine.

“I. Love. You. Too.” he breathed out the second his lips left yours.

Your face erupted into a symphony of emotions and you wrapped your arms around Poe’s neck, hugging him close.

“I could sit here and give you a billion reasons why I do but I’d bore you to death. What do you think happened to poor BB?” Poe sheepishly said into your shoulder.

“WAIT! BB fused that chip because you were talking about ME?” you gasped, appalled.

“Yea.”

“You’re a menace, Dameron.”

“I’m your menace.” He said pulling back to look at you again.

Nothing mattered then. Your Poe was now yours and you had everything you wanted. Except-

“This isn’t a coup for me to clean your room right?” you checked.

“Huh, should've thought of that.” Poe says thoughtfully, earning himself a punch. “Okay! You win this round, I’ll get the cleaning supplies.”

“That’s more like it, Dameron.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tagging: @ahookedheroespureheart @mintpurplemnm @delightful-kiwi @p0edameronswife @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @cherryesskisses @einno-arko

Reblogs are appreciated <3 love you all so so much *muah*

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[mrs-lockley]

Star Wars Masterlist

Poe Dameron

Oneshots

(Medic!Fem!Reader), Like Real People Do (GN!Reader, Kitty!BB8, Modern AU), Daylight

Series (Discontinued)

(Asian!Fem!Reader, Mulan AU), True to Your Heart

Last Updated: 2/19/2024

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[chloe-skywalker]

Injuries - Poe Dameron

Poe x reader

Warnings: none (angsty?)

Word count: 1,755

Summary: Can Poe forgive Y/n for something that happened on her last mission? Or will they break up for good?

A/N's : May The Force/4th Be With You

Masterlist

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“I’m sorry! Please Poe!” Y/n yelled out tripping after him. She didn’t mean to upset him Y/n just thought why worry him? “Forgive me.”

Poe turned towards her with an angry look in his eyes. “Why should I?”

Y/n let out a sigh before trying to plead with her beloved pilot. “Poe, you have to understand-”

“No! I don’t and I don’t want to hear any excuses you have to say.” Poe stated, shaking his head. He didn’t want to hear any excuses or reasons why she did what she did. He let out a sigh. “This.” he pointed between them. “Whatever we had. It’s done!”

Poe turned on his heels and left her standing in the middle of the mostly empty hanger. Y/n was on the verge of tears watching him leave. Had it really been that big of a deal? She just didn’t want to worry him but now she might have lost the best thing in her life.

“Y/n” Finn said having watched the whole thing with Rey.

Y/n/n” Rey called out at the same time as her and Finn headed over to the Y/h/c-ed girl. Both cautious and worried about her as they approached.

“Wha- no. I-I’m fine. I just need some air.” Y/n spoke wiping tears from her cheeks before she turned and walked between the two, heading outside. Needing to be alone for a bit.

Finn and Rey watched her go wishing they could take away her pain. Finn turned to Rey hoping she could tell him why their friends that were massively in love just had, well that happen. “What just happened?”

Rey turned her focus on Finn to answer her friend. “Remember that mission she was sent on?”

“Yeah.” he nodded

“Well, she got hurt really bad and didn’t report it. She kept with the mission. Apparently it was a life threatening injury.” Rey explained.

“Oh” Finn raised his brows in shock.

“Yeah, that's not the half of it.” Rey nodded also having been in shock at the news. “She didn’t say anything when she got back to base either. Eventually Y/n just passed out from all the blood loss. Scared the life out of Poe.”

“Ok. I get why he’s mad, but. Y/n was just trying to finish the mission. It was so important that no one knew what the mission was about or for but Y/n and Leia.” Finn said trying to understand why Poe would break up with the girl he loved more than flying. “But why’s he taking it out on her?”

Rey shook her head ‘no’ and shoulders. She didn’t have a clue either. “I don’t know but ever since he’s been distant and Y/n has been tearing herself apart. She feel so bad.”

Finn sighed looking off in both directions to where their friends ha disappeared. “You can tell on her face how bad she feels for not saying anything to him.”

^ ^ ^

“Poe, man. Your off lately. Have been for weeks now.” Finn pointed out sitting across from the shaggy haired man.

“I know.” Poe mumbled under his breath rubbing his eyes. He knew he hadn’t been at his best for awhile. Not since he broke up with Y/n. He always slept better beside her and she made his life brighter.

“What's wrong man?” Finn asked with a concerned tone and face. He felt for his friend, even though he had a good idea what was wrong but had Poe figured it out yet?

“I miss her, Finn.” Poe let out a heavy breath before lifting his gaze to Finn’s. “Look… I know I’m the one who ended it, what me and her had. But she scared the bantha crap out of me with that stunt she pulled.”

Finn sighed knowing his next words weren’t helpful. “You broke her heart.”

“What?” Poe’s eyes widened at that statement. He broke her?

“You broke her heart. Poe, I really don’t think she meant to cause herself to be injured or to worry you like she did.” Finn explained looking at Poe with sad eyes. “I think you need to talk to her.”

Poe nodded taking a gulp of his drink. “I will.”

^ ^ ^

“y/n/n, you got to leave your room at some point.” Rey said knocking on her bedroom door. The door opened and Y/n let Rey in before she turned back to as far as Rey could tell, packing.

“I will. Just let me have one more day to wallow in self pity and sadness.” Y/n casted Rey a tight smile before returning to her task at hand. Y/n hadn’t left her room much since the whole hanger incident with Poe. She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone. Well, she at least talked to R2. But that was it. It hurt to much to do much of anything. Her heart shattered that day and she has been trying to pick up at least the tiniest of pieces.

“One more day?” Rey asked a she stepped further into the room, completely puzzled by Y/n’s words.

“Yeah. I leave tomorrow for a mission.” Y/n stated not even turning to look at her friend.

“What?” Rey couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After all the emotional hurt the Y/h/c-ed girl just went through she’s now gonna go on a mission?

“I’m leaving for another mission tomorrow morning. Well, afternoon, but I want to try and leave early.” Y/n shrugged as she continued to pack her bag.

“What about-” Rey was hoping her and Finn had enough time to fix things between Y/n and Poe before either or any of the, had to leave again.

“Don’t say ‘what about Poe’.” Y/n said cutting off Rey before she could even finish the sentence. She let out a sigh before taking a deep breath and continued. “He broke my heart. I don’t need to worry how he feels if I leave.”

“But Y/n, Leia sends you on dangerous missions. What if you don’t get to come back? You don’t want to leave anything unsaid.” Rey tried pointing out. Everyone knew what had happened between the couple but the one’s closest to them knew they needed to talk. Make up, even.

Y/n bit her lip biting back tears. “I have a lot I would like to say to him. But he’s made it clear that I’m out of his life, mind, his everything. So I’m not gonna try. Cause that would be putting myself through unnecessary heartbreak.”

Y/n carried on packing and Rey turned and left her to it. She needed to find Finn so they could plan their next move. They had to get Poe to talk to her, and fast.

^ ^ ^

“Poe!” Finn yelled out running through the hallway with Rey.

“Poe!” Rey also yelled as they got his attention, Poe turning to face the two.

“What?” Poe asked now facing the two who seemed very out of breath.

“y/n’s leaving.” Finn stated catching his breath but there was still urgency in his voice.

“What?!” That got Poe’s attention instantly. What did they mean exactly by ‘leaving’?

“She’s heading out to go on a mission.” Rey explained further to the new panicked pilot. At least if this was his reaction maybe he could fix things.

“When?” Poe asked the two as he started to move around them ready to go find his girl.

Finn and Rey shared a glance. “Well, she’s not suppose to leave till noon but-”

“She’s already almost done with loading up her ship. She wants to leave early.” Rey cut in.

“Is she in the hanger?” Poe rushed out as he and BB started to fast walk backwards down the hall, ready to take off once a location was confirmed.

Rey nodded. “She should be. Go!”

“Go!” Finn shouted as well.

Poe sprinted down the hallways with BB-8 on his heels. Once they reached the hanger Poe headed for the spot where Y/n normally landed her ship. Upon getting closer Poe decided to call out for her. “Y/n!”

“Poe?” Y/n turned around confused as she was halfway up the ramp of her ship. Some people turned at the grown mans yelling but seeing as it was Poe and spectacles were his specialty, they all got back to what they were originally doing. “What are you doing here?”

Poe finally reached her, standing in front of where she had come down the ramp. He was out of breath but the look in his eyes, Y/n knew nothing would stop him. “I heard you were leaving for a mission.”

“Poe-” she shook her head but he cut her off. Poe needed to tell her.

“No, no please just let me explain.” Poe grabbed her hand hoping if he was it would prevent her from leaving before he could get the words out.

“I’m sorry I was so harsh on you.” Poe gave her a guilty sad smile and sent a squeeze to her hand. “I let my emotions get in the way, and that’s my fault. Please, forgive me.”

He really hoped he could get her to forgive him. They had been through so much together and he might’ve ruined it all. He was just scared of losing her. Poe knew her Jedi mind along with her being a Organa-Solo-Skywalker blood meant that she was more stubborn than anyone else in the galaxy. An truth is he would’ve done the same thing to finish the mission. He wasn’t being fair.

Y/n sent him a small smile and reached for his other hand. “Poe I understand you being worried, scared, maybe a little upset. But I can’t go through that again. Your reaction was, well to put it nicely? A lot. I can’t do it again- not if I give us another chance.”

Poe nodded in understanding. “I promise, I’ll be better. That I’ll do better to not react so harshly.”

“An I promise if I get hurt I’ll tell you right away.” Y/n smiled nodding along with him. She was glad to have her Poe back. Then she smiled mischievously at him and Poe furrowed his eyebrows confused. “You wanna come with me?”

“Huh?”

Y/n laughed at the look on his face before swaying their hands at their sides. “Leia did say I could pick and bring a partner if I wanted.” she smirked, both knowing they weren’t gonna pass this up.

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[ichorai]

golden age ; poe dameron.

track five of DEAR SCIENCE.

pairing ; poe dameron x mechanic!reader

synopsis ; the war was over, and poe’s looking at you like you’d hung up all the stars in the sky.

words ; 0.7k

themes ; fluff, slight angst, mechanic au

warnings / includes ; emotional kisses, one mention of war/death, bb-8 is a sweetheart :( reader can understand binary, poe pulls out the dreaded m word

main masterlist.

There were people everywhere. You could hardly move because of all the milling bodies cheering in delight, screaming the names of their loved ones in their tearful reunions. The warm air of Ajan Kloss paired with the packed throng of celebrators you were weaving through made your skin flush with heat and sweat prickle at your hairline. 

A knot nestled uncomfortably within the pits of your stomach. 

The war was won, but where was your Poe?

Finally, your gaze fell over the banged-up X-Wing near the center of the homecoming, and you sprinted your way over, muttering hurried apologies to the people you accidentally bumped into in the midst of your haste.

Just as you got close enough to get a glimpse inside the fighter jet, your gaze was inevitably directed downwards when you nearly tripped over a familiar globulus mech-droid, his eager beeps telling you just how much he missed you.

“Oh, BB, sweetheart, I missed you so much!” you exclaimed, kneeling down to smooth your palm down his orange-and-white panels with a smile so wide your cheeks ached. “Where’s your dad?”

BB-8 let out a quick string of beeps and boops and just somehow, your grin grew impossibly wider. “Poe misses me, huh? Wouldn’t stop talking about me? That sounds like him, alright.”

“You gossiping with my droid about me? I’ve never felt more betrayed.”

That voice. You nearly melted on the spot. Maker, you’ve missed that cocky, sharp tongue of his. Slowly, you rose back up to your feet and pivoted around, heart thundering painfully against your ribcage. 

And there he was. 

His windswept raven-hued locks fell just perfectly over his brows, skin tanned and graced with the slightest shadow of a stubble. His lips were parted, calling out your name in such a desperately broken voice that you nearly shattered on the spot. His eyes, dark and passionate and roaming down your body in a frantic search for any injuries—you were sure your own began welling with unshed tears at the very sight. And when his gaze met yours, he began running to you. 

It was near poetic, the way Poe immediately curled an arm over your waist, yanking you towards his chest with raw urgency. He feverishly melded his lips over yours, saturated in such vigor that it wrenched a startled gasp from your lungs as his free hand cradled the back of your head ever so tenderly. He tasted like smoke and sweat and mint and something utterly just him—no amount of Poe would ever be enough for you. It took you another second to realize that he was crying, the wetness of his tears wholly forgotten over your skin when you pressed yourself harder against him. 

Finally breaking apart, you were panting for breath, forehead notched affectionately over his. 

“Baby,” he rasped, the hand that was on the back of your head coming forth to cup your jaw tenderly. The man of your dreams was looking at you as if you’d hung all the stars in the sky, and you were nearly certain you were mirroring his exact expression. “Maker, I… I love you so much. I love you so much you have no idea.”

You leaned forward so your nose brushed against his, lips only a hairsbreadth apart. “Oh, I think I have some idea, Dameron. I thought you were dead, you crazy bastard.”

“Couldn’t leave you hanging, could I? Besides, what’s a best mechanic without a best pilot?” He chuckled brusquely before stealing another kiss, clutching onto you so tight that you wondered if he thought you’d disappear if he let go.

Once you broke away, you shook your head with a fond scoff. “You’re so full of yourself.” Turning your head slightly so Poe could pepper kisses over your temple and the apples of your flushed cheeks, you beamed happily when BB-8 began running jubilant little circles around the two of you, chirping binary so quickly that it sounded like near gibberish. You don’t think you’ve ever been happier in your life.

“Kriff, I’m going to marry you one day,” the dark-haired pilot susurrated, taking your hand softly to press over his chest, where his late mother’s ring dangled on a chain around his neck. “And you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

“Sounds like a nightmare,” you whispered, the loud crowd around you completely forgotten. “Sign me up, Commander.”

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