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I REBLOGGED THIS YESTERDAY AND LIKE 2 HOURS LATER THE WALLET I HAD LOST 6 HOURS AWAY FROM HOME THAT HAD MY DEBIT CARD AND LIKE 80 DOLLARS IN CASH WAS DELIVERED TO MY HOUSE WITH NO RETURN ADDRESS I CANT HELP BUT THINK IT WAS JACKIE CHAN WHO SENT IT GOD BLESS YOU JACKIE CHAN
You know what, tumblr? Fuck this post and fuck you.
Last time I reblogged this just because Jackie Chan and a couple days later I got a bonus at work. Now this shit shows up on my dash again and logically I know if I reblog it probably nothing will happen BUT WHAT IF I DON’T REBLOG IT AND THE UNIVERSE IS ALL “YO I WAS GOING TO THROW SOME MONEY AT YOU BUT YOU DIDN’T REBLOG THE MONEY CHAN SO NAH”
So here I am, shitting up your dashes with the Money Chan again. Sorry not sorry, I’m about to have to fit a car insurance payment into my budget.
mostly i just reblog this one because look at his happy face, but also what the hell basically everyone i know could use some financial windfalls right now so WHY NOT.
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Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: violence, panic, swearing probably.
Chapter 4
Chapter Five
Leaves whip across your face, scratching the bruised skin of your cheek.
Dirt shifts under your feet.
Your fingers slip on Poe’s shirt and you struggle to regain your grasp.
Panting echoes in your ear, mirroring your erratic, pounding heartbeat.
Roots seem to stretch out of the ground, determined to trip you.
You can’t see more than a foot in front of you.
You stumble, crashing to your knees.
Poe’s grunt is muted, soft, as he lands next to you. Your entire torso feels like it’s on fire.
You want to stay down, to just give up.
But you can’t.
Not yet.
The river is ahead of you. You can hear it.
You start again, ignoring the burning in your muscles.
The trip back is impossible. Too long. Too far. Your urgency makes you clumsy. Your injuries make you weak.
Blaster fire snaps and crackles over your head and you yelp, ducking out of reflex. Poe shoots over your shoulder and you hear the grunt as one of your pursuers goes down.
You have to outsmart them, lose them before they can follow you to your ship. Everything will have been for nothing if that happens.
It takes more time than you can afford, but finally you can board. You guide Poe to the built in sofa and run to the cockpit, getting ready for take off.
Your hands are shaking.
You can’t breathe.
Your vision is doubling.
It’s blurry.
You smash the buttons, definitely not being careful. The engine rumbles after too long of being dormant. You push the throttle to full blast, not caring if you burned down the entire forest.
Fuck this planet.
You plot a random course, jumping to hyperspace the second you can. You run back to Poe, grabbing the cart of medical supplies. You don’t care about your own wounds, only focused on him.
“They probably,” he starts and you nod, jabbing him with a bacta shot.
“I know. I’m taking precautions.” You mutter, avoiding his face. You can’t look at him. Not now. Not after everything.
“Hey, do you think,” he starts and you clench your jaw together as you wrap his bleeding leg as best you can. “Do you think Leia is sobbing uncontrollably right now because she misses me so much?” He asks, hissing quietly.
“Yes.” You reply, tying it tight.
“It’s worse than I feared.” He continues and you push yourself up, heading back for the cockpit, not waiting to hear what’s worse.
You take your natural seat, the co-pilot’s chair and take the wheel. Your hands are scraped and bloody from falling, among who knows what else. The secret stitches all over your body pull uncomfortably, you’ve probably ripped them open. They were crude to begin with.
You can’t just sit here. You have to look for tracking beacons. You force yourself to stand and head back through the cabin, avoiding Poe, even though you can feel his dark eyes on you.
You don’t blame him for hating you. He’s in this mess because of you.
You search the entire ship, maintaining your isolation until you drop out of hyperspace. There’s no tracker inside. There’s a decent chance that the ship was never found in the first place. But you have to be sure.
You head back to the cabin and guide the ship to an asteroid, landing on the dark side. You don’t notice the bloody hand prints you’ve left everywhere, mind too wild and overwhelmed with panic.
“Y/N.” Poe starts and you ignore him, grabbing the oxygen mask and lowering the ramp. It’s cold outside the ship, cold enough to turn your fingers blue.
Good. Maybe they’ll freeze and fall off, and then you can’t hurt anyone else.
You climb all over the outside of the ship, checking in absolutely every little space that could hide something like that, but there’s nothing.
Still…
Hesitation eats at you.
You take a minute outside, hiding like a fucking coward, before going back in and starting the engines once more.
“Find anything?” Poe asks from behind you. You jump, smacking your hand on the hyper speed lever as you try to turn.
“Damn it.” You curse quietly, holding your throbbing hand to your midsection. “Go lay down. I’ve got this.” You tell him, turning back around, trying to get your heart to calm the hell down.
“Y/N,” he starts, but you can’t take the look in his eyes, the ones filled with regret.
“Go. I didn’t find anything.” You say shortly and he eases himself into the pilot’s chair-his seat.
He looks over the console, reading all the flashing lights as easily as a second language. “But you’re still light speed skipping?” He frowns, turning to look at you.
You don’t try to make him understand. How can you? Your last gut instinct turned out so bad, he can’t possibly trust you again.
“Safety precaution.” You mumble, flipping some more switches.
He studies you for a minute, the silence dragging on and you want to scream at him to stop, to go away. But you don’t. And the silence drags on.
“Alright.” He says finally. “But you’ll need my help.” He finishes and you squeeze your eyes shut before nodding. You start the flight sequence, your broken heart doing little twists in your chest. You don’t know if this is going to work, or if there’s even a need for it. But you’ve committed now, you have to follow through.
The ship lifts and you hover before punching it to hyperspace. Radar is still clear as you course correct around crazy land masses. Spires of solid rock shoot straight into the sky as you maneuver. Poe’s grip is tight on the wheel, he’s nervous. He doesn’t trust you.
And just as well.
But the realization still hurts. Your best friend has lost all faith in you.
You flip the next switch, lining up the next location and Poe initiates, sending you back into the seat with a painful grunt. He glances at you, but you won’t show weakness, not when he was nothing but strong for you. You can hide this.
Water reflects a brilliantly lit sky, two suns reflect off a glittering lake, almost blinding you as you rocket towards the tree line in the distance. Radar is still clear.
Again, another planet where you’re steering for your life, praying to the Maker that you don’t crash.
Another, and then just one more.
Poe is silent through the whole thing. Realizing you were wrong, you were never being followed, you cheeks heat with shame as you plot the course for home.
“Go clean your hands, I’ve got it from here.” He says finally.
Carefully, painfully, you peel your hands off. The skin, sticky with blood and cuts adheres to the wheel, pinching and pulling as you lift them. Fresh blood rushes to the surface and you hurry from the cockpit to the refresher.
You turn on the water and scrub your hands, removing more skin than you’re cleaning, doing just as much harm as good. Your reflection taunts you in the mirror, staring at you, blaming you. Wildly, you fling it open, exposing the cabinet behind with all of Poe’s things; medicine, shaving supplies. The tightness grows in your throat and you drop your gaze, scrubbing harder, as if that could make everything go away.
Your nose burns and your eyes blur and you sniffle. Maker, you’re fucking crying while Poe is in there, flying the entire ship by himself while he’s injured and you’re in here, crying like a little fucking girl because you feel guilty.
The ship drops out of hyperspace and you crash back into the wall, head smacking the corner of the shower stall. Pain flares down your neck as you struggle to regain your balance.
Poe’s voice comes on the speaker. “Sorry about that. Had to drop out early. Making our descent now.” He tells you.
“Do…” you cut off, your voice rough, and so fucking weak. “D-do you need help?” You manage and the silence drags on.
“No.” Comes the short reply.
You want to wail, to cry. To tell him how fucking sorry you are! You’re sorry for the kiss, and for getting him caught— but he won’t wanna hear your pathetic excuses and bumbling.
You slide to the floor, knees pressed tight against your chest as you try to breathe, try to steady yourself. The tight space helps, and acts as a compression unit. But it’s not enough. Not after everything you’ve done.
You can feel when the ship makes landfall and panic rises in your chest, sheer, blinding panic. The engines cut off and you hope Poe walks right off the ship to get looked at. Your ribs ache with the effort of holding everything in, of being silent.
And then a short knock on the door jolts you. “We’re here, Y/N. We’re home. Open the door.” He says, there’s something strange in his voice and for a moment your heart stutters in your chest. How sure are you that what you brought with you is actually your Poe? Does the First Order have capabilities on this level?
“You go ahead. I’ll b-be out in a minute.” You call and he sighs.
“Open the door.” He repeats.
“Poe, I-... I just need a minute. Please? Go get yourself taken care of.” You plead.
“You have to get looked at, too.” He reminds you.
“I know. I will.” You promise. Just not anywhere he can see you. There’s an uncomfortable moment of silence before you hear him turn and limp away.
You can hear him speaking at the bottom of the ramp, but then there’s a commotion and he’s shouting. Your name is mixed in and you scramble back from the door, already trapped, nowhere to go. Poe’s shouting gets louder, more frantic and tears finally escape as you shove yourself into the shower, twisting to hide. Clearly, this isn’t the resistance you left, the First Order got here before you, tricked Poe into landing. Now they’re going to finish what they started.
The door to the stall is pushed back, revealing a face you thought you recognized, but maybe your mind is playing tricks on you again. Blood loss is making you disoriented.
“Hey, Y/N, glad you’re back.” They say with a smile that seems to warp into something wicked. “Got something for ya, gonna make you feel real good.” He says, already reaching for you.
“No! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch m—“ you thrust your arm out to fend him off, but he jabs a huge needle into the crook of your elbow and you cry out as it pinches. “No,” you croak, already feeling weaker. Your knees no longer support you and you slump, falling right into their open arms.
“Get a table.” He barks over your head and you try to struggle. “Sh, sh, sh. It’s okay. You’re home now.” He promises, scooping you up and setting you gently on a flat surface. Foggy memories try to claw through the sedative, trying to warn you.
You try to roll off the table, you need to escape, you need to make sure Poe is safe. This is all your fault.
“Whoa, whoa. Easy, Y/N.” He says, catching your wrists and securing them to the table. You try to scream, looking around frantically. Faces are blurry, dissolving as the sedative claims you. You can hear Poe shouting your name as he tries to reach you. People are holding him back, stopping him from taking your hand.
“Give her another dose, she’s fighting it.” The man above you says. The last thing you see before everything goes dark is Poe, fighting to get to you.
***
The hike to their base is long. It takes about half a day for them to march you back there. Made worse by the fact that your arms are bound so tightly behind your back that you’re losing feeling.
Poe keeps looking at you to make sure you’re okay, but other than that, he won’t talk to you. You want to tell him you’re sorry for getting him caught, for kissing him and distracting him. And the way he won’t talk to you, the way he keeps cutting off your sentences tells you that he blames you, too.
The troopers are content to watch you trip and fall, laughing as they drag you to your feet again. Sometimes they’ll even purposely trip you just to watch you struggle.
One time in particular, if you had just fallen where their boot caught your ankle, you would have been fine. But you try to right yourself, stumbling forward awkwardly for a few steps before falling and bouncing your head off a rock. Your name manages to hiss through Poe’s clenched jaw, but other than that, nothing. You’re hauled unceremoniously to your feet and shoved forward, but you can feel blood trickling down your face.
They finally lead you into their base, sore and bruised, dragging you through the sterile halls until shoving you both into a room.
It’s a dark room, red lights dotting the walls sporadically. In the middle, two upright restraining tables facing each other.
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Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: language, violence, angst. This is where it gets rough.
Chapter 3
Chapter Four
You sit up violently with a scream, clutching at your chest, but it’s not really your chest you’re worried about. You scramble for your friend, but he’s not at the edge of the cave, it’s still dark outside. You’ve probably been asleep for an hour, no more than two.
“Poe!” You call frantically. “Dameron!”
He skids back into the entrance, back into your blessed view, buckle undone on his trousers. “Hey, I’m right here. What happened?” He asks, reaching for your arms.
Your hands press shakily against his chest, desperate to feel his solid heartbeat. “I—“ you stutter.
It was just a dream.
“You’re freezing.” He comments, rubbing your arms to get you warm.
“Wh-what were you doing outside?” You ask, teeth starting to chatter as the shivering hits you.
“Taking a leak. I was just outside.” He leads you back over to the fire and drapes his jacket around your shoulders. “Here, sit in front of the fire, sweetheart. Let’s get you warm.” He builds the fire back up, and while the heat of it dances across your skin, it never goes any deeper.
He starts to stand up but you grab his wrist pleadingly. “Don’t leave me?” You whisper. He seems taken aback by the sheer desperation in your voice, so he nods and settles behind you.
“Close your eyes. I’m right here.” He says softly and you pull his arm around you, needing him close. He presses his forehead to the back of yours and you can feel his breath on your neck. You can feel your hands trembling as you clutch at his and he holds you tighter.
“Do you think,” he starts, lifting his head to speak softly into your ear. You start at the noise and turn to listen better. “Do you think Leia is sobbing uncontrollably right now because of how much she misses me?” He asks quietly and your lips pull up at the corners against your will.
“I’m sure she’s managing somehow. It’s difficult, but I think she can hold on.” You reply, shifting to lay your head back down.
“I hope so. I’d hate to be the reason she suffers so.” He says dramatically and you snort loudly before you can stop yourself. “Bless you.” He adds, his voice dripping with a grin.
“You definitely cause her to suffer.” You mutter and he squeezes your side, exactly where you hate. You squeal and squirm, trying to get away, but he grabs you and presses you flush against him.
“You’re so mean to me.” He sighs, dropping his head against your shoulder, but his nonsense worked, you feel a little better as he holds you so you can sleep.
***
Poe Dameron is…. confusing. And soft. Big giant Ewok. Ever since you woke up this morning, he’s been gentle. Cracking jokes to get you to smile, walking next to you instead of in front of you, taking your hand more often.
About mid morning, you stop for a break. Your legs don’t feel any better and you almost wish you had taken Poe up on his offer to massage them. You ease down onto a log and he hands you some food from his pack.
You close your eyes against the light, sweat trickling down the back of your neck. No matter how many times you wipe it away, more takes its place. You can see Poe in your mind’s eye, leaning against the trunk of the tree across from you, legs crossed at the ankles. You can hear him chewing on the snack he noisily unwrapped.
You can hear a strange noise, almost like a whooshing, or a whistling as something big moves through the air. You try to open your eyes to look around, but your lids won’t cooperate. You feel something swing past your ear, rustling your hair into your face. A big spiked log heading straight for Poe. You scream his name, trying to move to get to him. The spiked log flattens against the tree and you see his legs go slack. You scream, the sound ripping from your throat in anguish as you struggle against whatever is holding you in place.
“Y/N! Y/N!!” Poe’s voice reaches you. He’s shaking you roughly as you fight against his hands. It takes you a minute to realize he’s the one holding you, and another to pry your eyes open and look at him. He’s blurry, confusingly so, until you realize you’re crying. “Hey, you’re okay. I’m right here.” He says, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m right here.” The tears spill over and he brushes them away with his thumbs, searching your face. “You fell asleep on me.” He says, half a smile on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes.
“I don’t like it here.” You whisper, throat sore from the scream. “I don’t like it.” You shake your head, dropping it against his chest. His big hand cradles the back of your head, stroking your hair softly.
“I know. Just a couple more days and then we’ll go tell Leia that this planet won’t work.” He promises.
“Except it’s almost perfect.” You groan.
“Not if it’s doing this to you. Hey, look at me.” He says gently, guiding your head back. “Wanna leave? We’ll go back right now.”
You want to. You want to take him up on it so badly. Your hands twitch towards his, but you force them to stay still. “No. We have a mission to complete.” You mumble and he sighs.
“Alright. Just say the word, sweetheart, and we’re gone.” He assures you and you nod.
***
“Know what I would kill for right now?” He huffs, lifting you over a log.
“A more capable partner?” You mutter dully.
“Ice cream. Cold, sweet, melty, chocolate, beebleberry, denta bean.” He hums, wiping his face. “Mmm. Denta bean.” He licks his lips and your eyes are suddenly drawn to them. He’s hot. His face is flushed from sweating and so much hiking. He needs to take a break.
“Hey, hey. Poe.” You grab his arm and he spins into you abruptly. “Sit. You need water.” You tell him, pushing him down onto the ground. He pulls you into his lap with him and you can’t stop the smile that cracks through.
“Are you okay?” He asks, tucking hair behind your ear as you fumble for his canteen.
“I’m fine. I promise I won’t fall asleep this time.” You say.
“You can sleep on me any time.” He huffs. You pick up his canteen and frown.
“Drink.” You insist, holding the skein to his soft lips.
He parts them, allowing the cool liquid to flow in. His dark eyes never leave you as he drinks. After a few seconds, he captures your wrist and lowers it.
“We either need to find a safe water source, or head back to the ship.” You say after a minute. “We’re almost out of water.”
“You’re the boss.” He cracks a smile, adjusting his head against the rough bark.
“Technically, you’re the commander on this mission.” You remind him.
“Oh yeah? Well, technically, you’re smarter.” He admits shamelessly and you roll your eyes.
“Ever have fried ice cream from Corellia?” You ask, shifting to sit back next to him.
“No. Is it delicious? It sounds pointless. Wouldn’t it melt?”
“Nope. They do this thing to it that super freezes it so it only gets a little soft in its crispy shell.” The taste of it, salty and sweet ghosts across your tongue and you clamp down on the sound wanting to escape. “After this is over, we’ll go and I’ll buy you some.” You promise.
“It’s a date.” He says, dropping his hand onto your thigh in the absolute most friendly way possible, but your stomach still flip-flops in your midsection.
“You know, this is the dumbest mission ever. We’ve been sent to a planet that’s never been explored and we’re wandering around aimlessly trying to map it in just a couple days.” You groan.
“Know what I think?” He says, turning his handsome face to look at you.
“That Leia must have been desperate to get you out of her perfect hair? I just don’t see why she had to drag me down with you.” You sigh and he drops his head forward, chuckling.
“You’re so funny.” He says and then lunges, capturing you around your waist and rolling you both into the ground as you shriek. You cling to his shoulders as you land on your back, his hands cradling your head to protect it from the hard ground.
“Jerk.” You huff. Then you blink, seeming to realize just how close his face is to yours. His soft brown eyes are searching yours, his charming smile slowly fading.
Bryce’s smiling face flashes in your mind’s eye and you twist your face away with a groan. He blinks in confusion.
“You weigh a ton.” You protest and a soft chuckle skates across your cheek.
“All muscle, sweetheart.”
“Sure. If muscle here means bantha burgers.” You tease, but it’s fake. Regret settles low in your belly and you’re absolutely not sure if it’s regret at not kissing Poe, or letting it go so far. Unfortunately, Poe Dameron is literally the easiest person in the galaxy to be around.
“Maker, you’re mean when you’re—“ he cuts off and pushes himself off you.
“When I’m what?” You prompt.
“...camping.” He says finally and you know that’s not even close to what he was gonna say.
“We should keep moving. Find some water.” You mumble, pushing yourself up and gathering your things.
“Yeah. ‘Course.” He joins you once more, but this time in silence.
***
His shoulders are tense. Pulled almost all the way up to his ears. His shirt catches at his spine, bunching at the gap at his neck and sticking to the rest of him. He hasn’t spoken in over an hour and you’re terrified that he’s mad at you.
You follow dutifully behind him now, no longer next to him as you were this morning. A dozen times, you’ve opened your mouth to call his name. But then you shrink back, hiding in your own cowardice.
The image of that knife plunging into his chest slams into you full force and you squeak, mouth opening, his name on your lips before you can catch it this time.
“Sh, you hear that?” He asks, holding up his hand to stop you in your tracks.
Bubbling, the sound of a river flowing swiftly. Water. He turns to glance at you before his hand latches tightly onto yours and then he’s pulling. He drags you along, hardly able to keep up. You round the base of a tree and there it is, crystal clear, blue, fast enough to be safe. You quickly mark it on your holopad, noting the direction it’s flowing in. Poe steps forward, but you pull him back, fear twisting you.
“Let me test it first.” You say quietly, avoiding his eyes. You dig into your bag and pull out your kit, dipping it into the water at the bank’s edge. You fill a small vial and dump the tester chemicals into it. You swirl it around as they change colors and you hold it up for him.
“Is blue good?” He asks warily.
“Blue is good.” You confirm and he drops his bag, giving a loud, echoing whoop that disturbs a butterfly resting nearby. He scoops you up in his arms, pulling your bag off and swinging you around as he walks you into the freezingwater.
You shriek, holding onto him as it stings your legs. “Poe!” You protest and he laughs, sinking down to his waist, and Maker, it’s even fucking colder.
“Fuck, it feels so good.” He moans loudly, sinking in up to his shoulders. After the initial shock, you do have to admit that the cool water is lowering your body temperature considerably. You duck under the surface, holding your breath and getting your sweaty hair wet.
You come back to the surface to see him watching you. “Better than ice cream?” You ask and he tips his head back, laughing jubilantly.
“A million times better.” He agrees.
“We should refill.” You say, thinking again. You head for the shore, grabbing both of your canteens and holding them under the water. They fill to the very brim and you screw the lids back on, enjoying the heavy feel of them once again.
“Are you done?” He asks from directly behind you and you jump.
“How do you move so quietly in fucking water?” You ask, turning to face him.
“Special skill.” He says shortly, a toss away answer.
“Poe,” you start. You want to apologize for this morning, the abrupt shut out.
“Sh.” He says, applying just a little pressure to your shoulders until you sink to your knees, shivering in the frigid water. He moves behind you, tipping your head back gently until your neck is stretched as far as it’ll go.
“I’m sorry,” you start again.
“Sh.” He hushes you again, his big hands fill with water and he lets it flood your hair. The cool water instantly dispels the heat in your scalp and it feels so good. Your eyes flutter shut as he keeps doing it. He guides you to lean forward slightly as he pulls your hair out of the way. More scoops of water splash over your burning neck, sending chills down your spine.
You stare at your rippling reflection in the water, Poe behind you, taking care of you. Always fucking taking care of you.
Oh.
Oh.
Maker, you’re blind.
You blink the tears away, choosing to pretend that it’s the river water. You grab his hand awkwardly from behind you to stop him and you stand up, turning to face him.
Your best friend, probably the only person you’ve ever cared about more than yourself.
“Poe,” you breathe, your fingers curling into the front of his soaked shirt.
Why fight it?
“Y/N?”
You tug, just hard enough to let him know what you want. He moves forward, closing the distance and then your lips are on his. They’re soft, and currently immobile under yours as the shock settles in. But that’s okay. Your hands slide up to hold his face, curling around his ears. You shift, lips moving against his, and he snaps out of it, opening his mouth for you. His hands blaze a trail down to your waist as he pulls you closer, pressing you against his chest. You lick into his mouth as he moans, fingers twisting into your shirt. He kisses you harder, more urgently than you’ve ever been kissed by anyonebefore. Your fingers card through his hair, holding him as close as you can. Your heart is slamming against your ribs at the taste of him.
“Well, what do we have here? Two resistance rats.” A voice says and you jump apart, your heart coming to a dead stop in your chest.
Three StormTroopers stand on either side of the bank, blasters aimed directly at you. Poe reaches for his own blaster, but a laser pointer trained right over your heart stops him.
“Try it. Please. I’m begging you. I haven’t been so bored in ages. A little target practice would be great.” One of them snarks.
“You could probably use it, too.” Poe says before he can stop himself.
“Out.” Another one orders, waving his gun and gesturing.
Poe hesitates. He wants to fight, it’s what he does. There’s only three of them, after all. But then, you’re there, in harm’s way. You think back to your comment this morning about him getting a more capable partner. You’ve never wished for anything harder.
One of the troopers pulls the hammer back, leveling the blaster at you. Poe looks at you, gritting his teeth together before trudging to the edge of the water. You follow, hating that he’s giving up because of you, because you’re so weak. You hate that you got him caught, because you distracted him with a kiss.
And then guilt floods you as your hands are handcuffed behind your back roughly. The kiss. You wonder if it even matters now, you probably won’t make it home to tell Bryce the truth anyway.
But that doesn’t stop the guilt from filling you. You wish you had taken Poe up on his offer to leave this morning. Now you’ve gotten him caught. They nudge you in the direction of the river, downstream and Poe glances over his shoulder at you, his usually warm eyes cold.
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Word Count: 3155
Warnings: Violence, language, Poe being cute.
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
The cliffs are further than you originally thought. Your legs are cramping, throbbing. Poe lets you rest as long as he can but it’s still crucial to reach the elusive cliffs before dark.
He helps you over massive logs, crooked roots, down sharp hills. His hands are firm on your waist as he lifts you over fallen branches, they’re steady in yours as he helps you clamber over the gnarled roots.
He never once complains, never once tells you to get over it, never once makes you feel weak or useless. Every once in a while, he’ll glance over his shoulder at you, his pretty eyes lingering on your face for a second before smiling. You can feel his eyes on you as you stoop to gather the vegetation samples. He’s never intrusive, only giving his help when you request it.
“I’ve thought of another reason the bugs are so big.” You huff, hauling yourself over another massive branch.
“Tell me.” He wipes his forehead.
“The trees are so big, they’re pumping so much O2 into the air that the bugs can get big enough to take as much as they need in.”
“Come again?”
“Bugs have big tubes that intake oxygen through their skin to their organs, bypassing the need for lungs. In the places we’ve populated, the oxygen level is way down compared to this place. They’d die before the air ever gets to their organs.”
“How do you fit so much in that brain of yours?” He chuckles and you roll your eyes, clinging to his shoulders as he lifts you over another root.
Finally-finally, the base of the cliffs come into view and you let out a sigh of relief. The light is already getting dimmer, so you’re just barely in time. Then you take a second to look up at the sheer wall of rocks in front of you. It shoots straight up, higher than you can even see at this range. The edge disappears into the clouds and you know there’s no way you can climb to the top. You’ll have to find a way around.
But maybe, if there’s a natural cave system, the mechs can make a decent base inside.
You follow Poe along the wall, resisting the urge to drop your arms. Now that the end of your day is in sight, your shoulders feel tighter than ever after holding your holopad in front of you all day.
Up ahead. You can see the shadow darker than the rest surrounding it. Poe seems to already have spotted it, turning towards it. His head swivels around to glance at the forest behind you.
“How’s that gut, kid?” He tosses over his shoulder at you and you want to make a snide remark about being the same age. But you don’t.
“Hard to tell. Relieved at finding the cave. But.” You leave it hanging.
“But.” He agrees, turning towards the entrance of the cave. He digs into his bag, pulling out a torch. You take it from him, falling into step next to him.
“Poe,” you start, shining the light towards the back of the cave.
“We’ll just go back about two hundred feet, just to make sure it’s empty. Then we’ll camp at the entrance.” He promises, looking over at you. You nod and follow him back. The sharp pebbles littering the cave floor jab into the bottom of your feet, but complaining about it won’t do much good now.
Two hundred feet back and it’s clear, no bones, no signs of a nest. Good to camp in. Poe shoulders his long gun and turns towards you, taking your hand and leading you back to the mouth of the cave.
“I’ll go get some firewood, start setting up camp.” He says, squeezing your hand once before leaving the cave once more.
You glance nervously towards the darkness behind you, before starting to pull materials out of your bag. You manage to scrape out an even space for two sleeping bags and a campfire in the middle. You get the meal rations out just as he starts to come back with his muscular arms full of wood.
“Looks good.” He comments, dumping the hardwood off to the side. While he sets up the fire, your eyes are searching the trees across from the cave, the splintered shards of rock creating a beach almost, a boundary from the thick grass.
You can still hear the creaking and groaning from the trees. At some points, with the right echo, it’s almost as if they’re alive. The trees sound as though they’re moving, waking up as the last of the light disappears. The constant groans during the day were just them shifting in their sleep, now they’re ready to move.
Did they sense the presence of two tiny beings crawling around them? Are they coming for you now? Or are you too minuscule in comparison and therefore not worth the hassle?
“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?” Poe asks, looking up from the crackling fire.
“What if the trees are alive?” You ask worriedly and he laughs, pushing himself to come over and stand behind you.
“Okay, you’re way too tense. The trees aren’t alive. The wind is picking up out there, I think the temperature is about to drop. It’s natural for wood to expand and contract as it shifts. And if they are alive? Well, they’re too fucking tall to get us in here. I didn’t cut any trees to get this wood, just picked up what was scattered around.” He promises, those big, warm hands settling on your shoulders. You tense at the sudden touch, but it’s Poe-he's not going to hurt you. He would never hurt you.
“I might be a little uptight.” You admit sheepishly.
“It’s all the lack of orgasming.” He teases.
You open your mouth to fire back, but then his thumbs press deliciously into the flesh of your back and shoulders, and you’re cut off with a strangled moan. He squeezes, and then drags his thumbs up towards your hairline, your head dropping forward onto your chest and electric arcs race along your spine. He alternates his thumbs, pushing in and stroking upward on either side of your spinal column. Heat spirals through you as he slowly, methodically works all the tight muscles out of your back and shoulders. All the stress from worrying, all the aches from carrying the heavy pack and your holopad all day.
“Poe-“ you groan and he chuckles, guiding you forward to lay face down on your sleeping bag.
“Relax. We’ll eat in a minute.” He says softly, his breath ghosting across the back of your neck. His hands are strong, manipulating your flesh to get all the knots out along your back. He uses his knuckles to work out the taut muscles between your shoulder blades, easing the tension out of the bands of overworked, under appreciated tissue. He drags his fingertips up into your scalp and the stretch of it is heavenly. He squeezes the tightly wound muscles at the base of your neck and it sends tingles all the way down your spine as your breath comes out in a woosh.
Your eyes drift closed, drowning in the feel of it. He slowly works his way down the outside on your arms, getting all the sore muscles and you have to roll your face into your blanket to stifle the noise. To his immense credit, he doesn’t say anything to make you feel bad or embarrassed. He just keeps working until you’re a boneless mess in front of him. His hands grip your open ones down by your hips as he pauses.
“I’d offer to massage your legs, but even I know that’s too far.” He says teasingly and it’s probably a good call. But then he mumbles something under his breath, a little too quiet for you to hear properly, but it almost sounds like “I know my own limits.”
You start to push yourself up, but he stops you. “I never said I was done. Your feet must be killing you if mine are any indication.”
“You’re not wrong.” You mumble, laying back down. You shift and roll over onto your back, feeling your spine release the last bit of tension and it cracks as you exhale fully.
He eases your boots off and you flex your toes, trying to prepare for the inevitable tickling as soon as he touches you. He grips your ankle, all firm touches as he sits and pulls your foot onto his knee.
He glances at your face, which holds some kind of look of distress. “Don’t worry, I remember. I’m not looking to get kicked in the mouth again.” He grins, easing your apprehension once more.
“Why are you so good at this?” You sigh, resting your head back.
“At massages? I’ve had lots of practice.” He says casually.
You snort, having no doubt. “I meant all of it, dummy. Being isolated like this, you’re not afraid, you’re not losing your mi-iiind.” You gasp as he digs his first knuckle into the heel of your foot.
“You’re not losing your mind.” He laughs, dragging it up through your arch, adding more pressure so it won’t tickle. “And I’m okay with it because of you.” He adds. “You said that the bugs are big because they don’t have to be fast for survival. So, honestly, we’re probably the most dangerous things here.”
“So, why am I all jittery?” You ask, toes flexing as he presses his thumbs into your arch. Maker, it feels good.
“I don’t know. Maybe you don’t trust me to have your back?” He says, and you know it’s a joke. He would never believe that, so you roll your eyes.
“You are such a jerk. I take it back. You’re the absolute worst.” You huff and he grins.
“You tell me, Y/N. What’s making you so on edge? Why are you so nervous? Don’t sugar coat or rationalize.” He prompts.
You think for a long minute. “The trees creaking? It’s always behind us. Never once has it come from in front of you. It’s always behind me. Sometimes, I felt like something was coming up behind us, not a butterfly or anything. But I’d turn around and there was nothing there, nothing I could see, anyway. And when we would stop for water, or because of my weak ass legs, I would feel eyes on me. Something was watching us, it felt wrong and dangerous. Predatory. Even though we might be the only sentient beings on this planet, I don’t think we’re the most dangerous. It doesn’t feel that way.” You shake your head.
He’s quiet for a long time, working out the arches of your foot. “Alright. We’ll stick together. No going off on your own to take a leak, or get some pretty flowers. If you go, I go. Understand? If you’re that freaked out, or sensing something that strongly, we stay together.” He says, meeting your eyes.
“Deal.” You agree. He finishes with your feet and you push yourself up, gesturing for him to lay down.
“What?” He asks.
“Your turn. Fair is fair, and you know I’m good at it.” You remind him and he chuckles, laying down for you. You straddle the back of his thighs as he lays face down on your sleeping bag and you start with the thickly corded muscles in his back. You work slowly, being just as methodical as he was. By the time you get to the base of his scalp with his thick, luscious dark hair, his breathing has evened out and it’s shallow. If he’s not already asleep, he will be soon. You work out the tension in his hands, spreading the tight muscles with the pads of your thumbs. He makes a soft noise and you smile down at him, brushing his soft hair out of his eyes.
You shift down to his feet, easing his shoes off, working the heels and arches until his soft snores reach you. You chuckle to yourself and lean over him, pressing a kiss to his big shoulder as you take his rifle and go to sit by the door of the cave for the first watch.
He sleeps for a while, the massage clearly helps. You eat your food while you watch the night bugs float by. They’re huge, but thankfully don’t seem interested in you. About halfway through the night, Poe jerks awake with a start, looking around.
“Over here.” You call, pushing yourself up.
“I can’t believe you let me sleep.” He mumbles, wiping his eyes before pulling you into a hug. You rest your head on his chest for a moment, listening to his heart, strong and steady, as he’s always been.
“Well, it would hardly be fair for me to lull you to sleep and then wake you up to take the first watch.” You grin. “Besides, you needed sleep.”
He pulls back and cups your face gently. “You okay?” He asks. That’s what you love about Poe, he’s never been shy. If he wants to touch you, he will. Holding hands, hugs, pushing your arm, guiding you through a crowd. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t particularly care for your boyfriend, or maybe that’s just who he is as a person. But you like the honesty of it. He’s never changed a part of himself to suit anyone else.
“Yeah. I didn’t shoot any bugs by accident.” You shrug and he grins.
“That’s my girl, keeping it together one thread at a time.” He teases and you laugh, dropping your head forward.
“Go get something to eat. I’m gonna go use the little girl’s tree and then get some sleep myself.” You yawn, handing him the gun back.
“Did you forget what I said already?” He rolls his eyes. “If you go, I go.” He nudges you towards the entrance. “Go pee. And then I can get food.”
“It's right there.” You complain.
“What if I’m over there, stuffing my face, and you’re over here with your pants down, and some bat the size of a bantha carries you off into the night? How am I supposed to make it back to the ship?”
“So, you’re admitting you’re useless without me?” You tease and he searches your eyes for a minute before straightening and walking past you, shoulders brushing softly.
“Yes.” He adds and you pump your fists in triumph, turning to follow him. He leads you to the nearest tree, and waits on the side facing the cave while you walk into the dark shadows. Admittedly, you’re much less brave now. It’s so dark, neither of the planet’s two moons are visible behind the cloud cover. The only light is from Poe’s flashlight.
You quickly unbuckle your pants and lean back against the tree, nerves rattled. Your bladder freezes, refusing to relax.
“What’s the hold up?” He asks.
“You’re listening.” You mutter, trying to coax it out by repeatedly tensing and relaxing your muscles.
“Seriously? Now you have stage fright? It’s not like I haven’t heard you go before.” He reminds you and you cover your face with a groan. Shit, he’s right. Just fucking do it.
“Can you just… like… five steps, that’s all I’m asking.” You please and he grumbles but stomps loud enough for you to hear him walk away. It takes another second, but finally, you go. Peeing against a tree is hard work when you have a vagina.
You take care of your business and buckle up, walking back around the tree to find Poe exactly where you left him, having not walked away at all. “Dirty, rotten trickster.” You mutter and he slings his arm around your shoulders.
“It worked, didn’t it?”
“I’m not answering you. Good night.” You huff and turn to leave him at the entrance, before you pause and turn back. You quickly kiss his cheek and mumble a quick “eat something,” before walking away completely. The kiss was unprompted, and probably not very professional, but he very easily could have made you feel crazy earlier and didn’t.
You settle down on your sleeping bag in front of the fire, a chill sweeping through you. It’s not cold outside, but it could just be from being still for so long.
After a minute, you can hear him rustling through his bag and then the fire gets warmer in front of you. You smile and drift into unconsciousness.
In your dream, Poe is talking to you. You can’t quite hear what he’s saying, his words are muffled, and every once in a while, the crackling from the fire drowns him out. But his words are soft and gentle. His eyes are looking at your sleeping form, warm and melted chocolate in the light of the flames.
You move, ghost like, towards the opening, drawn to something outside. But the outside isn’t the same. There aren’t any trees as tall as the buildings on Coruscant. There’s white walls, smooth black floors; cold-sterile. A door hisses open to your right and you’re sucked through like a vacuum. This room is all black, red lights dot the walls sporadically and there are two uncomfortable looking contraptions in the middle, tables with metal straps, but upright and facing each other.
The floor drops out from under you and there are two men fighting with lightsabers, one a wicked looking double edged red blade, the other an elegant, cool blue. The one with the red saber, his face is horrifying, red and black streaks down his face and dangerous horns protruding from his bald head. The other man is young, short reddish hair, cream colored robes. They’re fighting for their lives around a massive return tunnel in the center of the floor.
A big gust of wind blows you down the tunnel and you cry out, rolling to a stop in the middle of the trees. You don’t know where you are, all the giant landscape looks the same. Your heart is pounding wildly as you turn around. Something is definitely alive, definitely evil.
As you turn, you spot your best friend, your partner, your commander. He’s fighting someone. You can’t see who, they’re just a dark shape-an outline. “Poe!” You cry out, trying to move through the dense foliage to get to him, to help him!
The shadowy figure pulls a knife out of thin air and plunges it into Poe’s chest, dead center. His warm brown eyes flick over to you as you scream, the earth trembling with your anger. The shadowy figure pulls the knife slowly from his chest and then stabs it up through his jaw, into his soft palate, piercing his brain. You scream, feeling your entire being shake apart at the molecular level, dispersing into the wind as Poe slumps to the ground, unmoving.
This is my submission for @prettyboyskywalker's #Big Tropey Challenge. This is a social media AU for Poe Dameron because I absolutely love this man.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Warnings: mentions of one-night stands, jerks, and a strange crossover with Doctor Who characters. Listen, there just aren't enough Star Wars people to go around, ok?
My lovely mood board is made for me by the amazing and wonderful @tinymalscoffee
thank u for the tag babe @animageus and i’m tagging @extremelyblackandwhite @st4rlady @world-of-aus @not-another-fangirl and anyone else who wants to join!
Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes x Poe Dameron x Ben Solo
Word Count: 2.2k
Warnings: I don't think there's a ton. No cheating, just a gross amount of fluff. I don't even think there's much swearing.
A/N: This was written for @everythingisoverrated My lovely Liv needed some fluff and couldn't decide who she wanted to read for. I hope you enjoy it.
Bucky Barnes is still getting used to his surroundings. Waking up in the 21st century had been strange enough. But being launched into a completely different galaxy? That’ll really deep fry someone’s noodle.
The thing that helps the most? You.
You found him in that alley on Coruscant, taking him back to your apartment. You’ve been nothing but kind to him, treating him like an actual person, not questioning his metal arm, never treating him differently. When, months later, he told you his past, what happened to him, you didn’t run away screaming, you hugged him tightly, promising that all of that was behind him. He didn’t have to be the Winter Soldier anymore. Of all the things that you could have told him, that was the one thing that made him break down and sob like a baby.
You healed him. The cracks aren’t gone, will never be invisible, you’ve simply filled them in with something better, stronger.
It takes him a stupid amount of time to realize that you’re more than just a friend to him. You occupy his soul, bringing a blinding light into the darkness. The shadows of winter are gone, replaced with summer and warmth and sunshine, buttery yellow that just hits the best ways.
Months. That’s how long he suppresses his feelings for you, content to just be around you. Then, one night, you’re curled up against his side, laughing at a show he still doesn’t quite understand, but he’s happy to watch it with you. You look up at him, your eyes so pretty, so soft. He could get lost in them forever if you’d let him. And sometimes, like now, he thinks you just might.
“You’re staring.” He whispers, never mind the fact that so is he.
You smile softly, lifting a hand to brush his long hair back. “Just admiring.” You reply, thumb brushing gently over his cheekbone.
“Are you getting sentimental on me?” He teases and you grin, pushing yourself up. It’s nothing new for you to tell him how pretty he is, or all the little things you love about him.
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” You swing your leg over his lap, straddling him and his heart knocks loudly against his sternum. “Bucky?” You whisper, cupping his face and letting your fingers braid through his hair.
“Uh- uh-huh?” He flounders like a damn fish.
“Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You ask and he nods like an idiot.
“Yeah. I mean… if you want to.” He corrects himself, feeling like a 16-year-old kid again, totally inexperienced and stupid.
You tilt your head, pressing your soft lips against his, gentle at first, testing to see how he reacts. When he opens his mouth for you, you deepen the kiss, inching closer. You drop your shoulders, holding his face right where you want him. His big arms encircle you, rubbing up your back and holding you against him. Your tongue licks into his mouth and a groan bubbles up before he can stop himself.
You pull away slowly, smiling to yourself. “Hi.” You mumble and he grins, truly happy for the first time in a long time.
“Hi.”
***
Things go perfectly for months. Bucky gets a job working mechanics on a big spaceship-no, wait. Here, they’re called starships. It takes him a little bit to get the hang of it, but he’s good with his hands.
He meets you at home every day, together you make dinner and talk about all kinds of nonsense. He’s never bored with you.
But then one day, you’re late. His stomach twists uncomfortably. Did something happen to you? He paces in front of the couch, biting into his lower lip as he worries.
He doesn’t relax until he hears your keys jangle outside the front door. An hour late. He rushes to it, opening it with a whoosh, relief only lasting for a split second. You’re supporting a body against your side, arm pulled taut across your shoulders.
“Help.” You say, looking at the unconscious man next to you.
Bucky grabs his other arm, supporting most of his weight as he guides him to the couch. “What happened?” He asks, checking for a pulse. The man’s face is bloody, cuts and scrapes everywhere.
“He just fell out of the sky in front of me. Probably fell out of a speeder, but, I started to call for an ambulance and he said no. I couldn’t just leave him to d-die, Bucky.” You hiccup and Bucky turns to you. “I remember you said you trained with medics somewhere, on your home planet?”
“Baby, I don’t think it’s the same thing.” He frowns. You turn away, trying to hide the fresh tears. Something sinks heavily in his stomach. “Do you know him?” He asks.
You shake your head. “No. I’ve never seen him before. One second there was nothing, and then I tripped over him.” You mumble.
“Okay. I’ll do what I can. Get the kit from the fresher.” He says, pointing you away. You scramble and he starts checking the man over. His dark, curly hair is matted with blood, but everything looks superficial.
His eyes flutter open and he gasps, trying to sit up. “Whoa, easy, pal,” Bucky says, holding his shoulder to keep him down. “You’re okay.”
“The girl?” He groans.
“She’s here. What’s your name?”
“Poe. Poe Dameron.” He slumps back, eyes fluttering closed.
You rush back in, case in your trembling hands. “Found it.” You kneel next to Bucky, handing him the case. Poe turns his head to you,
“Thank you.” He mumbles. You touch his shoulder gently and he relaxes.
Bucky dresses his cuts, cleaning them and making sure they aren’t any deeper. Poe doesn’t protest, so Bucky assumes he passed out again. You haven’t said a word, but Bucky can still feel the tension rolling off you.
“He looks good, doesn’t seem to be anything broken. You did good, doll.” He brushes your hair back, smiling at you. You fling your arms around his neck, holding tight.
“I love you.” You whisper and Bucky can’t help but smile.
“I love you, too, sweetheart. Come on. You need something to eat.” He says, pulling you up and guiding you to the kitchen. “Have a seat.”
You sink into the chair and he starts pulling out things for a simple sandwich. “I’m sorry I scared you.” You say finally and he smiles at you over his shoulder.
“I can get over it now. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He says, setting the plate in front of you. You offer him half and bite into it, eyes closing happily.
“How do you make sandwiches taste so good?” You ask. He chuckles.
“It’s the magic.” He says. He glances at the couch, his mind still focused on you. He needs your laugh. “Is it just me, or is he a bit pretty?” He asks and you crack, laughing quietly.
“Hadn’t noticed.”
“Really? How could you not?” Bucky teases. He pulls you into his chest as he leans against the counter.
“Bucky Barnes. You’re such a tease.” You laugh.
Bucky can see the moment Poe pushes himself up, looking around. He doesn’t say anything, just lets him get oriented.
He makes his way slowly into the kitchen, looking around. “Hi.” He says awkwardly and you look over at him.
“Hi.” You smile.
***
Poe fits in nicely with Bucky’s new little family. He’s funny, sarcastic, devoted. You seem to bring that out in people.
Bucky never thought he’d be interested in sharing the love of his life, but he loves Poe just as much as he loves you. It’s a comfortable balance.
You work with each other well, falling into an easy routine that masks the passion you feel for each other.
His life is complete. He has you, he has Poe, a roof over his head, a family. There’s no one shooting at him, the nightmares have finally stopped. How can things get any better?
***
One year later.
“Poe should be home soon.” You comment, feet resting in Bucky’s lap as you scroll through your holopad.
“Yes. And when he comes home, we’ll start dinner.” Bucky teases.
“But I’m hungry now.” You complain.
“Naturally. One of these days, we’re gonna have to show you the power of waiting.” He sighs. You toss your holopad on the table, pulling yourself into his lap. His big hands settle on your thighs as you look down at him.
“I waited my whole life for you. And then I waited for Poe. Do I really have to wait longer?” You pout and Bucky sighs loudly. He runs a hand through his newly cut hair.
“Ten minutes.” He bargains.
You groan, sinking backward. He laughs exasperatedly, holding you tighter as you stretch down his legs. “That’s forever.”
“It is not. He won’t be much longer.” He promises, hoping he’s right.
“Are you trying to starve me?” You whine.
Jesus, he loves you. “Maybe I just want you ravenous.” He teases, squeezing your thighs.
You squeal, lurching upright and grabbing at his wrists to try and stop him from tickling you. “Bucky!”
“Sh, wait. Listen.” He pauses and you can hear Poe out in the hallway. He’s talking to someone.
“Hi.” He says and Bucky can hear that stupid charming smile.
“Hi.” A deeper voice responds.
“Poe Dameron.” He introduces and you share a look with Bucky.
“Ben Solo.” The voice replies and Bucky stands up, lifting you with him and he carries you to the door, letting you slide down before he opens it.
“There you are. We’re wasting away to nothing in here.” Bucky complains and you snort.
“And you think I’m dramatic?” You say coolly and his jaw drops.
“Guys, this is our new neighbor. Ben Solo.” Poe says, his eyes scanning your faces before looking back at the tall man. His dark fluffy hair hangs down to his shoulders, his eyes alert and intelligent. All broad shoulders and thick thighs.
“Bucky Barnes. This is Y/N.” He says, holding out his hand to shake. Ben shakes it firmly, smiling down at you.
“Wanna join us for dinner?” You ask softly.
“I’d love to.” Ben agrees.
Okay. So, Bucky can make a little more space.
***
The fresh smell of paint is finally starting to fade. The windows have been opened to let the fumes out and the decorations replaced. Ben’s apartment has been enveloped by the trio’s, now a quartet.
Surely, Bucky has to be running out of space in his heart.
He walks from the large new kitchen to the door of the master bedroom, pivoting on his heel and walking back.
“She’s allowed to be late.” Poe reminds him, stretched out on the couch.
“I don’t like it,” Bucky grumbles. Ben, sitting in the armchair and working off his holopad, nods.
“It’s not like her.” He agrees.
“Stop getting all worked up. She just had a long day, that’s all. She probably stopped at that cart for her drink. The line is always long at this time of day.” Poe reasons.
Bucky groans and leans over the back of the couch, dropping his head onto Poe’s stomach. His long fingers thread through Bucky’s hair, playing with the strands.
The door hisses open and Bucky jerks his head up, watching you walk in. Your shoulders are tense, nearly rising to your ears. You kick off your shoes, holding up a bag of take-out containers.
“Brought home dinner.” You say softly. Bucky makes his way to you, taking the bag out of your trembling hands.
“Hi.” He cups your face, searching your expression. Something’s wrong.
“Hi.” Your voice breaks, chin trembles.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He sighs, wrapping you in his big arms.
“I didn’t g-get it.” You mumble into his chest.
“Want me to go beat them up?” Poe offers, laying his own hand on your back. You nod, twisting your head to look at him. “You got it, Princess.” He smiles softly.
“Bunch of idiots,” Ben mutters, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissing your shoulder. “Tell me they didn’t give the promotion to Brenda.” He rolls his eyes and you stay quiet. “Oh come on!”
You give a watery chuckle.
“Brenda? She’s the fucking worst. I say you quit. See how good Brenda is at her job when you’re not doing it for her.” Ben huffs.
“What do you want to do, doll?” Bucky asks.
“Can we eat in bed? I just wanna be with you all.” You sniffle.
“Of course, sweetheart.” Poe agrees. “Go get comfy.” He kisses your forehead and you disentangle from Bucky and Ben. They take the food into the kitchen to plate it while you go into the brand new bedroom.
They bring the plates and drinks into the bedroom and you’re in the middle of the massive bed, in your pajamas, knees tucked up to your chest. Bucky climbs in on your left, Poe on your right, and Ben next to him. Everyone adjusted and comfortable, Bucky hands you the remote.
“Pick something to watch, doll.” He says, resting his forehead against your shoulder. Ben is playing with your hair, his arm draped around Poe’s shoulders. Poe has your hand in his, rubbing small circles on the back of it.
You turn on the tv, settling back to be comfortable, surrounded by the people you love most.
Warnings: Public sex, unprotected sex, Oral (male/female receiving) anal play (slight), praise kink, swearing, using knives inappropriately. If I missed anything, let me know.
Thank you to @tinymalscoffee and @countryrockmama for proofreading this mess for me. Title is from the Click Five song, but it has nothing to do with the lyrics.
The common room is cold. Space is always cold. So, why is he sweating? Rey is looking at him with a knowing smirk as he tries to subtly wipe his forehead. There’s an unusual amount of downtime right now as they move between bases. Finn has his legs propped up on Rey’s lap, napping like a cat. That man can nap anywhere.
But mostly, Poe is focused on Y/N, sitting on the chair opposite from him. A mirror is propped in front of you, makeup scattered on the table around the base of the mirror. A long, wicked-looking, silver knife is pressed along the corner of your eye as you draw on your eyeliner into a sharp wing.
You’re fucking dangerous. Knives are your favorite toys, you have no less than twelve on you at all times. One of these days, Poe just knows that he’s going to piss you off, and one of those knives will embed themselves somewhere on his person.
He is both wildly terrified, and insanely horny.
To make matters worse, you haven’t said a fucking word since you sat down an hour ago to start doing your makeup. There’s no logical reason for you to do it. There’s no place special for you to go, but here you are, tormenting him.
Rey knows that he’s crazy about you, and also terrified. She thinks it’s hilarious. She also finds it immensely funny that he can barely string two words together when you’re around.
You pick up the false lashes in your special box of torture and carefully apply them, batting your eyes to get the full effect. You don’t need them, you don’t need any of it. You’re beautiful on your own, and most of the time you don’t wear it. Only when you and Rey sneak out to the cantina on margarita night. What makes it even more confusing to him, is that you’re wearing a sports bra and sweatpants. You look like you’re going to work out. Except for the carefully applied makeup.
Out comes the red lipstick and he nearly fucking groans. You paint your lips with the smooth, fiery red color, pressing them together and then puckering them in the mirror.
You’re going to kriffing kill him. You fluff your hair, tipping some of it into your face, covering part of your eye and your lids lower. It’s seductive, the way your eyes flick to him over the mirror. His eyes drop in embarrassment at being caught staring, only they fall to your collarbone. There isn’t any safer, your dog tag chain sparkles in the sterile light of the room, bright and clean in a way he has never seen before. It drapes over the curve of it, cascading down your chest to hide under your sports bra. The straps of the dark fabric make a little gap against your skin and he can just imagine sliding his fingers under them, pulling them off your shoulder to expose your chest.
Fuck.
You lean back, sliding the mirror out of his way. “Well?” You ask, as though he should already have commented.
“I... what?” He asks stupidly.
“What do you think? How do I look?” You ask slowly.
“I, yeah, good. Sure.” He rambles. Yet again, words fail him. He wants to say that you look gorgeous, stunning, devastating. He wants to tell you that he loves you and the image of those perfectly painted lips wrapped around his cock is driving him crazy.
You smile, it’s a wicked thing, twisting your mouth up on the ends. “Just good?” You ask, lowering your lashes slightly.
“Huuuh. Uh-huh. Like it. Good job.” Ugh, good job? You fucking idiot.
You lift your hand, opening those sultry fucking lips and pushing your finger inside all the way to the first knuckle, never taking your eyes off him. You close your lips around the digit, pulling it back out. A ring of red lines the base of your finger and that’s it, he’s done.
He pushes himself up and leaves the common room as quickly as he can. He needs some air, so he heads for the secondary flight deck. It should be mostly empty and there’s a dark corner where he can mostly hide until his raging hard-on disappears.
He finds the corner, only having to wave to a handful of people who don’t bother to ask what he’s doing there. He takes a deep breath, facing the wall and hiding his face.
Nails drag along his shoulders and he jumps, turning to see you. His pulse skyrockets. “Y-Y/N,” he stammers, his skin burning where your hands push against his chest. Your nails are long and wicked sharp, just like your eyeliner, scraping against his shirt and you back him into the wall.
“I love the way you say my name.” You sigh, starting to unbutton his shirt. And he simply does not have the brain capacity to even think about stopping you. It doesn’t register for him that there are mechs just a dozen feet away, going about their business while you set him on fire. You pull his shirt free of his trousers, nails raking over his shoulders as you push it off him.
He has to be dreaming. There’s no way you’re really here, in the hangar, with your hands all over him like this.
“Poe?” You start, fingers trailing down his chest to his nipples. He stares at you, your voice like honey, soft and sweet as it coats over him. “You think I’m pretty?” You ask.
Maker, do you really have to ask? Every day you have dozens of rebels, strangers on the street, women, aliens, non-sentient beings lining up to try to be with you. Shit, even Rey has tried-maybe succeeded-he can’t get a straight answer out of you.
He nods, still not knowing how to word.
“You want to kiss me?” You ask and his eyes fall to your bright red lips. He nods again. “Tell me, Poe. Tell me you want to kiss me.” You plead.
“Please?” He moans, voice cracking and shaking. “Please can I?”
“Not what I said.” You pout. Your nails drag over his nipples and the pleasure is unreal.
“I w-want to kiss you.” He says and you smile, pulling his head down to yours. You kiss him softly, lips moving gently against his. His eyes flutter closed as he opens his mouth for you, a moan pulling from his throat. You squeeze at the back of his neck, licking into his mouth with your hot tongue. You drag your tongue against his, coaxing it into your mouth. Your hips grind against his as you suck on his tongue, holding him tight. He moves his hands to hold onto your waist and you pull back, blinking heavily.
“Can I have more?” You ask breathlessly. He nods again. “Tell me I can have anything I want, Poe.” You plead.
“It’s yours.” He moans. You sound so wrecked, how can he say no?
You kiss down his jaw, dragging your hot tongue down his chest, stopping to tease his nipples. Fuck! He’s so fucking hard. Someone walks by no more than fifteen feet away, not seeming to even see you. You drag your teeth across the sensitive pebbles and he shivers. You continue to move down his body, your mouth never leaving his skin.
And then you’re kneeling in front of him.
You look up at him, perfect makeup except for the smudged lipstick and he’s never been so fucking hard. You quickly unbuckle his pants, pulling them down to his knees. His aching cock springs out, tapping you on the cheek and you moan softly.
“You’ve been holding out on me, Dameron.” You pout, wrapping your hand around it. Your fingers barely touch, but it’s blistering. Shit, he’s not gonna last. Why are you doing this to him??
You open that perfect fucking mouth and let the head of his swollen cock rest against your tongue. It’s hot and wet. He stares down at you, eyes wide with shock, lust, fear. Your eyes flick up to him, wide, framed by your perfect makeup, and his cock twitches on your tongue. You hum in approval, curling the tip of your tongue against the rigid underside of the crown.
Fuck! That feels amazing as you tease it just like that. He’s terrified to move, you might disappear. You lean back on your heels, crossing your arms in front of you and he realizes much too slowly that you’re taking off your sports bra. You drop it to the ground next to you and let him get a good look at your perfect breasts.
Fuck, he’s imagined, dreamt about it, what they look like under your tight shirts, what they feel like filling his hands, what they taste like as he sucks on them and marks them with his tongue and teeth. But never did he imagine you would be doing this to him.
You cup them, dragging your nails around your hardening nipples with a quiet moan as you pull on them. His cock twitches at the sight of you being so rough with yourself. You push up onto your knees, grasping his aching cock and rubbing the tip on your nipples, tapping them and smearing them with his precum weeping out of the tip.
Fuckfuckfuck!
He glances out towards the floor of the hangar, seeing people not paying any attention to you. Fuck, this is so fucking hot. He looks back down at you as you resume the first position, tongue out on the bottom of his cock. It’s so debasing, having you kneel in front of him like this. One would think he had all the power here, as he towers over you and you just blink up at him, but honestly-you control him. You could probably peg him into this wall until he was a crying, cumming mess, and then he’d thank you and ask for more.
In fact…
You take his hands, trembling at his sides, and guide them to either side of your head. Your tongue trails up and down the tip, lapping up his leaking cock. His fingers thread through your soft, silky hair, but he doesn’t force himself down your throat, which seems to surprise you.
“Poe Dameron. You are a fucking treat.” You moan, looking up at him.
“I, you, okay.” He breathes and you grin.
“Gonna treat you so good, baby.” You promise, opening your mouth wide and wrapping them tightly around the head of his cock. You immediately start sucking, teasing him with your tongue as it swirls around the tip and his brain goes right out the tip of his cock with it.
He’s dumb, watching you suck him. Those lips looking better than he could have ever dreamed of, as you stare up at him. You brace your hands against his thighs as you slowly, torturously, push your mouth further down his thick shaft. Your tongue is licking and stroking every inch that you can get to, superheating his senses. Your lips stretch around him, he can feel you puffing through your nose as he reaches the back of your throat.
If he were capable of coherent thought, he might be inclined to think this is where you’ll stop and pull back, before you choke yourself and ruin that pretty makeup. There’s still a few inches of his shaft left outside your sinful mouth, that has to be too much for you to take. But no. He’s just a dumb bitch as you take a deep breath, hold his gaze and push the rest into your mouth. The tip of his cock slides down your throat, probing the silky heat of it and it pulses on your tongue. Your throat tightens around him, gagging as you stare up at him. Your eyes start to water as your throat squeezes him tightly over and over. Your tongue never stops moving on his shaft, massaging everything you can reach.
He’s panting, moaning softly as you have your way with him in the not-so-private recesses of the hangar. After a minute, you slowly pull your mouth back, dragging him out to the tip where you suck harder than ever. Your tongue is everywhere, licking at the tip, teasing the top, underneath. Your eyeliner smudges slightly and he wonders if you did all that for this very moment.
You push back down slowly, taking him back into the depths of your heated mouth. Your throat convulses around him as you hold him there, buried down your throat and he’s never felt anything so amazing. He’s been with girls, he’s no virgin, but you’re something else entirely.
You cup your tits again, pinching and pulling on your nipples as you suck his cock. You pull back, slurping obscenely as you suck all the way to the tip again. Your red lips pucker around the head and he groans, throbbing on your tongue.
You slide your mouth down, still sucking as you move down the underside of his shaft. The length of him rests against your face as you suck all the way down to the root, tongue teasing in circles. He can feel you at his sac, your breath washes over the incredibly sensitive skin there and you lick slowly. He moans, feeling your wet, hot tongue lavish his nuts. One of your hands grips his shaft, pumping agonizingly slow, thumb rubbing at the tip before sliding back down. Your grip is to die for, just the right amount of pressure to keep him on edge.
You suck one of his balls into your mouth, licking and teasing it, worshipping it as you moan quietly. You never look away from him and he can’t tear his eyes away from what you’re doing to him.
You suck harder, fist cork-screwing up and down his rock-hard shaft. You angle your face up, tongue darting out behind his sac as you tease the sensitive skin there. His moans are getting more and more frequent as you torment him slowly. The pleasure is already higher than he’s ever been, you’re taking him apart one atom at a time.
“Y-Y/N,” he gasps and you moan, sucking harder. He won’t last much longer.
You take his length back into your mouth, starting to bob your head a little faster. You cup his balls, massaging and pulling gently and he’s gonna burst. Oh fuck, he’s gonna cum hard! Your makeup is running now, his cock jabs the back of your throat. His length is slick with your spit as you deep throat him over and over. His legs are trembling, his fingers twisted in your hair.
He pants, cock tightening, balls trying to pull out of your expert hand. You lean back, mouth open, lipstick smeared, tongue out and you pump his shaft hard and fast. The thought of seeing his cum on your skin, of you wanting his cum on your skin, triggers him. He grunts, muscles flexing as his cum sprays over your face, your tits, your neck. The pearly ropes of thick cum stick to you as you drain him. Your hand milks his cock and then you wrap your lips around the head, sucking for more. The over-sensitive skin throbs at your hot touch and he gives up a few more jets. You lean back, opening your mouth to let him see it coating your tongue before you swallow it with a sinful moan.
You scoop some off your face, licking your fingers clean as you devour it. You rub the ones on your tits into your nipples and fuck if he isn’t getting hard again. You stand up and smile at him, covered in his cum, your makeup a mess.
Fuck, he’s in love. He pulls you close and kisses you deeply, tasting himself on your tongue. You rake your fingers through his hair, licking into his desperate mouth.
“I’m not done with you, yet, Poe Dameron.” You whisper, biting his lip. “Gonna walk back to your quarters with your cum all over me so everyone knows.” You pull your sports bra back on, adjusting your breasts so they’re half falling out at the top. His cum glitters in the dim light and you moan.
You step out of the shadows and march through the hangar, with no shame as you show off your pearl necklace. Poe sinks back against the wall, breathing hard. What the fuck just happened?
That was the best blowjob he’s ever fucking had. Unsteadily, he pulls his shirt back on, getting half the buttons wrong, but he can’t bring himself to care. He half runs back to his quarters, almost believing you won’t actually be there, that you were just fucking with him.
But there you are, spread out on his bed, naked and beautiful. Maker, he’s fucking hard again. You stand up, walking slowly towards him and he can’t take his eyes off you. You prowl around him, locking his door, and then your hands are on him.
You wrap your arms around him from behind, digging into his chest as you hug him, your breathing ragged. He can feel your breasts press against his back as you cling to him, starting to unbutton his shirt again.
“Poe?” You whisper softly. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you? I’ve waited and waited for you to make a move. But you never seem interested.” You pout, sliding your warm hands under the fabric of his shirt and gripping his pecs.
That’s what you thought? That he didn’t want you? He shakes his head.
“Was I wrong?” You hum. He can feel you bite the collar of his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders.
“Of c-course I wanted you.” He manages. Is that a sentence? Did he skip words in his nervousness? “You’re devastating and gorgeous, and dangerous. How could I not want you? But you terrify me.” He admits as his shirt falls from his arms to the floor.
“I do?” You ask curiously, lips pressed against his bare shoulder.
“Of course, you do. And why would you want me?”
You practically purr against his back as your fingers drop to his pants buckle. “Why wouldn’t I want you?” You slowly unbuckle him again, dipping your hands inside to stroke his cock. “I want you over and over, in your bed, in the sickbay, in the hangar, in your ship, in my ship, in the commissary, in the fresher. I want you anywhere you’ll have me. I want to do everything to you.” You moan, feeling him grow hard in your pretty little hand.
“I w-want that.” He moans desperately.
“Walk forward, baby. To the edge of your bed.” You say softly, tugging on his cock just right. He grunts, moving forward, breathing hard as you pump him. “Stop.” You order when he gets close.
“Can I taste you?” He asks pathetically. He wants to feel you explode on his tongue, knowing he’s the reason you’re cumming.
“You want that?” You ask, pushing his pants down to his ankles. He steps out of them and nods.
“More than anything.” He says firmly.
“Alright. Do what I tell you to right now and then you can taste me.” You promise and he’s fucking thrilled.
“Okay.”
“Bend over. Hands on the mattress.” You say softly, lips trailing down his spine. He does as you instruct, acutely aware of how close you are behind him. “Spread your legs.” You say and push down gently on his back so his ass is pushed out all for you. A little thrill of excitement floods him as you grip his ass cheeks, spreading them wide. You nip at his cheeks before licking slowly around his puckered hole. His cock throbs as the pleasure starts simmering in his belly. You lick and tease, moaning softly as you taste him again. You bury your face, starting to suck and lick at the same time before wrapping your fingers around his shaft. He moans loudly, letting you know how good you’re making him feel.
You focus there for a long time, pumping his cock and licking his asshole, and just when he thinks he’s about to cum again, you pull away.
“You still want to taste me?” You ask and he nods, his mouth watering. “Okay.” You lay down on the bed and spread your legs for him.
Maker, he can’t believe this is actually happening. He kneels at the edge of the bed, feeling up your bare thighs, loving the way they fill his hands. He lowers his mouth to your slit, guiding your legs over his shoulders. You seem happy to let him take control for the time being, and he doesn’t want to let you down.
He licks slowly up your dripping slit to your clit, the sweet taste of you sitting on his tongue. He swirls his tongue around the little button, teasing it slowly. You let out the softest little mewling noise and he keeps doing it, teasing you until you grip his hands, hips writhing, begging silently for more.
He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and licking and flicking and swirling it in circles and you gasp loudly, lifting your hips into his mouth.
“Yes! Oh fuck. Poe, yes!” You whine. He moans softly, stroking his tongue down the underside of your clit, before back up and around. You lace your fingers with his, squeezing every time he hits the right spots. Your thighs are trembling on either side of his head, your breathing is short and ragged as he draws every ounce of pleasure he can get for you. He wants to make this good, so maybe you’ll let him do it again. Your noises turn him on even more, knowing they’re all for him.
You moan loudly, lifting your hips like an offering to him, and he knows you’re close. “Baby, oh Poe! Fuck! Fu-“
He sucks hard, flicking your clit fast and in circles, and your body convulses, shaking in his grasp as you cum, mouth falling open, too lost in how good he’s made you feel to even make a sound. His cock throbs at the sight of your undoing. So beautiful, absolutely devastating as you come apart under him. He doesn’t stop sucking, wanting to give you more.
You drag his hand to your breast and he cups it delightfully, capturing your nipple between his fingers and squeezing. Your sharp gasp lets him know it’s right and he keeps up the pressure as he feasts on your delicious pussy.
“Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe!” You chant his name like a prayer as he brings you close to another orgasm, your fingers twisting in his hair as you hold his face right where you need him most. Your cunt is flooding with your juices as he pushes you higher and he can’t believe how lucky he is to be able to worship you like this.
You cry out, back arching as you cum again, powerfully, your fingers nearly breaking his in your grip to hold onto anything to keep you grounded.
Maker, he could do this to you all day.
But of course, you have other ideas. You pull on his hair and he reluctantly lets go of your clit. He licks down to your entrance, swiping his tongue through the weeping juices. He moans loudly at how good you taste, going back for more.
“Poe Dameron, y-you’re a fucking treat.” You sigh, tugging on his hand and spreading your thighs to release him.
His brain releases the words before he can even consider them. “Seems like I’m getting the treat.” He says and you laugh, scooting back on the bed with some difficulty.
“Always knew you were a funny guy.” You murmur, pulling him down to kiss you. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, tasting yourself as you lick through him. His cock bumps against your belly as you writhe under him. He ruts on instinct and you moan, reaching down to grasp his shaft.
“I really wanna be on top first.” You mumble. “But you ate me boneless.”
“I’m happy to do it again.” He offers.
“Later. After I’ve had your cock inside me. I’m so desperate for it.” You say and his heart does a weird rhythm in his chest.
“Okay.” Is all he can manage. He lays down on top of you, getting your legs around his hips and your lips turn into a pout just before he wraps his arms around you and rolls over.
“What are you doing?” You ask, clinging to him.
“You said you wanted to be on top first? Or did I dream that?”
You kiss him deeply.
“I can do all the work if you need me to.” He says and you grin, pushing yourself up. Stretched over him, naked, stunning, reaching for his cock, he’s in heaven. You’re beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment forever. His hands trail up your body, cupping your tits as you grasp his cock, rubbing the tip over your slit.
“You might not all fit. You’re so big.” You moan, rocking your hips down. His mind goes blank as your hot heat envelopes the crown, squeezing it and wrapping it in velvety perfection. His mouth falls open as you wiggle your hips down further, and he thinks he just might combust. Your center is so blistering hot, so wet, so tight. He holds onto your hips, feeling you rotate them to work him in further. It drags and pulls on the head of it in the most perfect way, he can’t pull his eyes away. There’s nothing else in this universe, just you and him, trying to break the laws of physics, sharing the same space.
He slides in another inch and you moan loudly. “Unh! P-Poe!” You gasp. He slides his hand over to cover your lower belly, thumb finding your clit. He strokes it slowly, getting you wetter to fit more of him inside your core. You hold onto his wrist like a lifeline, sinking lower onto him. He rubs slowly, feeling your walls contract and release over his length. Your eyes lower to his, blown wide with desire. Your lips are parted, wet with your saliva, breathing heavily.
“Please?” You whisper, voice breaking. “Please? Stretch me, Poe. I want all of you inside me.” You moan.
Fuck, he’s yours to command.
He holds onto your hips with both hands, mesmerized by the way you start to play with your clit to keep up the stimulation. Your inner silky walls are fluttering like crazy around him and he wants to feel it everywhere. He pushes his hips up slowly so that he doesn’t hurt you. Your mouth falls open as he pushes deeper, stretching your walls around his cock.
“Fuck.” He curses quietly, you roll your hips and it drags with blinding pleasure. He gets another inch inside you before he feels your natural end, your cervix nestled right up against the throbbing head of his cock. He nearly cums right there. There’s still about an inch or two outside, but he doesn’t care. The way you’re gripping him right now is better than anything he’s ever felt before.
He lifts his knees to support you and you lean forward, bracing your hands on either side of his head. Your eyes are glassy, blissed out. You roll your hips, dragging along his sensitive shaft as you lean over him, breathing shallowly.
“You’re so big. I can feel you.” You moan, placing your hand over your belly. “Poe! Oh fuck. You feel so good inside me.” You whine.
“So good. You feel like heaven.” He breathes, brushing your hair back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He stares up at you, drinking you in.
“I need y-you to do the work.” You mumble and he grins.
“Okay.” He guides you down to him, feeling your breasts against his bare chest and his cock throbs inside you. You wrap your arms around his biceps, holding on as you bury your face in his neck.
He shifts your knees up higher around his waist and wraps his arms around your back, holding you tight against him. “You’re so soft, everywhere.” He moans.
“Poe,” you moan, licking against his ear. He pulls out a little and rocks back in, a shallow thrust, getting a feel for how you react to him moving. You clench around him, begging for more. Your slick is coating his balls, you’re so wet and all for him. He pulls out further, before thrusting back in harder and you whine.
“Yes, harder, fuck me harder, Poe. I wanna feel it all.” You plead. He starts up a steady pace, alternating with deep and shallow thrusts, craving every single way you react to him. Your cunt is gripping him so tight he can barely pull out, and each drag sets him on fire. He grips your ass, feeling it fill his palms as he thrusts into you, burying his length over and over.
He moans your name. “Gotta roll you over.” He mumbles and you nod, clinging to him. He rolls you over, thrusting in deep as he does, feeling your core suck at the head of his cock. You wrap your legs around his hips and he starts thrusting faster, harder, deeper. His cock disappears into your perfect pussy over and over, your inner walls stroking his shaft.
Your nails dig into his back as you whimper and moan for him, begging him for more. The pain of your scratches is beautiful, a lovely offset to the insane pleasure you’re also giving him. He can feel you tightening around his length, walls begging to flutter. You search out his mouth with your own and he drinks up your noises, kissing you deeply.
“G-gonna cum, Poe. Gonna cum on your bi-big cock.” You gasp.
“Let g-go. Show me what a good girl you are.” He moans, slamming in deeper, harder, faster.
You tighten more, bucking up into him with a sinful moan. Who knew you liked being praised? He’ll have to keep that in mind, as soon as he can find his again, that is.
Your entire body trembles as you orgasm, clamping down on his cock as you cry out his name. Fuck. Your mouth falls open, breathing hard against his lips, an open mouth kiss. He licks at your tongue, your lips, inside your mouth, feeling you pant and whine for him. He throbs inside you, fucking you through your intense climax, but he’s not ready to be done yet, doesn’t ever want this to end. He slows down, nearly pulling out of you.
“What’s the matter?” You ask, looking down to where he’s connected to you.
“Catching my breath.” He kisses you again, he could kiss you forever and still never be bored.
“Am I not-“ you trail off, face twisting into concern.
He kisses up your jaw, licking just under your ear, and is rewarded with a shiver. “Sh. You’re perfect. I’ve never felt anything like you.” He sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, feeling you tighten again on his cock. He sucks and bites and licks, leaving his mark on you, letting the rest of the base know he’s yours.
You moan, digging your fingers into his hair. “I want you to cum inside me. It’s safe.” You whisper and his cock jumps. “Do you want me in a new position?” You ask, almost shyly. It’s so different from every other time you’ve spoken to him that his brain short circuits at the almost innocent look on your messy face.
“What? Okay, we, yeah, can.” He nods dumbly. A dumb bitch baby.
“How do you want me?” You ask, fingers trailing up and down his biceps.
“Every way.” He mutters on instinct and you grin.
“Okay. After this, we can go to Leia’s office and you can fuck me on her desk.” You tease.
“Yes, please.” He moans. The thought of taking you, claiming you somewhere so inappropriate, somewhere so forbidden is so tantalizing-he wants it.
“My naughty boy. You’d do anything I’d tell you, wouldn’t you? Let me do anything I wanted to you.” You brush his curly hair back. He nods mutely. You wreck him. You own him. “Can I pick the position?” You ask, tracing your thumb over his bottom lip before pushing it into his mouth. He sucks, swirling his tongue around it while nodding. “Fuck, Poe. How am I’m ever gonna stop fucking you long enough to win this war?”
He has no answer, just pulls your thumb deeper into his mouth, sucking all the way to the knuckle. You moan, pulling it out. You push against his chest and he rises up, slipping out of your heated core. His cock complains, bobbing in the cool air of his room. You sit up, coming eye level with his weeping cock.
“Poe, baby,” you whisper, opening your mouth and taking his shaft completely down your throat. You suck hard, swirling your tongue around and over it as you pull off agonizingly slow.
He hisses, trying to breathe.
“I taste so good on you.” You sigh, rolling over onto your hands and knees. Your perfect ass is in the air and you adjust, spreading your knees wider to lower your hips. You lay down, face in his pillow as you reach back and spread your glistening pussy for him.
Shit. Fuck.
You arch your back further, wiggling your ass. “Baby?”
“Gimme a second. I’m trying not to cum.” He grunts and you smile apologetically. He can see your pussy flexing for him and he groans, lining his cockhead up with your entrance. He holds onto your hips, trying to hold back, he’s so fucking close, you ruin him. He’s hovering at the opening, gritting his teeth. You moan loudly, pushing your hips back and taking him completely inside you, all the way to the root.
He grunts, fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. Your body is shaking, quivering in his hands and he realizes you’ve had a mini orgasm from forcing him all the way in.
“Oh fuck, Poe! Oh, maker!!” You gasp, rolling your hips wildly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyes!”
“Fuck.” He moans, feeling you fuck yourself on his cock. You drag along his shaft, gripping him so tightly that he doesn’t stand a chance against you. “St-stop.” He pleads. He needs a minute to adjust. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. “Y/N!” He grunts, but quickly realizes that you can’t stop.
Fuck it.
He grabs your hips harder and pulls out, quickly slamming back into you. He sets up a wicked pace, pounding you deep and fast with every thrust. You roll your hips with every drag, inner walls sucking at him, begging him to stay deep inside you. He spreads his legs wider and leans down over you, crushing you into his mattress as he pounds your beautiful, perfect cunt. Your name slips from his lips like a prayer, begging you to give him all you have. He has you caged, you can’t move-all you can do is take it. He reaches down between your dripping, messy thighs and easily finds your clit. He swipes his fingers over it in tight circles in time with his thrusts.
You keen loudly, reaching for his head. He bites your earlobe, feeling you contract around his cock.
“Good girl. Let go, baby. Let go for me.” He mumbles, fucking you faster. You tremble, convulsing under him. Your legs go rigid and he follows you down to the mattress, still burying his length over and over as he strums your clit. He’s not letting you come down from this one, gonna keep you up there in the clouds with him. Your moans get louder until you’re practically screaming. “That’s it, let the whole base know who’s fucking you so good right now.” He grunts.
“Cum! Cum inside me! Oh maker, Poe! I need it. Fill me up!” You beg as he torments your clit endlessly. He bites into your shoulder, enough to leave a mark but not to break the skin. Your body is putty in his hands as he fucks you into his mattress. He doesn’t stop fingering your button and you’re getting tighter and tighter and tighter around him. “Poe! Oh fuck!!! Yes! Yes! Harder! Baby fuck me harder!” You plead, trying to pull one leg up towards your chest. He holds it higher for you and slides in just a little bit deeper.
“Gonna cum.” He grunts, feeling you spasm around his aching cock. He can’t put it off any longer. You feel too good.
“Do it!” You cry out, rolling your hips as best you can. He pins you down, rooting his throbbing cock inside you, reaching the deepest part of you as he unloads, spraying thick streams of cum, painting the walls of your womb white. You sob as you cum again, squeezing the life out of his cock as he empties inside you, walls rolling as you milk him, still begging for more. He gives a few more thrusts, still addicted to the way your body clings to him before laying down on top of you, hard cock still inside you.
He wraps his arms under you, holding you to him. “You okay?” He asks softly.
“Perfect. Fuck, Poe. If I had known you were gonna fuck me like that, I would have cornered you years ago.” You mumble and he grins.
“Wish you would have.” He replies.
“Short nap. Then the next round.” You yawn. “Seriously not gonna be able to stop.”
“I’m okay with that. And anything else you wanna do.” He agrees and that wicked smirk he’s come to fall in love with reappears.
“Good boy.” You praise and his cock throbs inside you.
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of lackluster sex, paranoia, Poe being adorable. Probably swearing.
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
You slowly blink your eyes open in the darkness of the room. Bryce’s big arm is snaked tightly around you, self satisfied snores reverberate softly in your ear. Your entire lower half aches as you stretch and try to sit up. Bryce holds you tighter, pressing his chest into your bare back. His hand snakes up between your breasts as he clings to you.
Carefully, slowly, you roll him over, easing his hand off your skin. You place it back on his chest and slide off the bed, gathering up your clothes. You quickly get dressed and head for the hangar to meet Poe.
You’re feeling off this morning. You wish the commissary is open for some caf, you wish you had been able to sleep in; you wish Bryce had… well. Nothing you can do about that now.
Your go-bag previously stored in the ship, you head there now, trying not to wince with every step.
“Hey, partner.” Poe greets, smiling wide. His smile falters when he sees your empty hands. “You didn’t bring me a caf?”
You groan, walking towards the on-ramp. “I didn’t even bring me a caf. Don’t start.” You mutter.
“Well, lucky for you, I have a friend in the commissary staff.” He says, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and stopping you in the entryway.
“If you have something to say, just say it.” You complain, closing your eyes. He’s way too happy this morning, being awake before the birds are.
“Boy, you’re a grump this morning.” He teases, covering your eyes with one of his big warm soft hands.
“Poe.” You whine.
“Hold out your hand, gorgeous.” He says ever so softly in your ear, his breath on the outer shell making you shiver, making you wish last night had been more satisfying.
Shakily, you hold out your hand, palm up. He leans in close around you, broad chest pressing into your arm and, Maker, he’s so warm. He sets something circular and heavy in your palm and waits.
“Open those pretty eyes.” He prompts. You do and there’s a big cup of coffee balancing perfectly in your hand.
You smile slightly to yourself, grateful to your friend, and you try to shake yourself out of this slump. “Thanks, Dameron.” You step further into the ship, changing your grasp on the cup. “How’s your head?” You ask.
“Just fine. I didn’t end up drinking last night.” He studies you as you head for your bunk. “Okay, what’s the matter with you?” He asks, following after you.
“Nothing. Just tired.” You dig your bag out and rifle through for your favorite sweatshirt. Space is cold and you naturally have a lower body temperature.
“Didn’t you see your loverboy last night? Shouldn’t you be in a better mood?” He teases and you feel your shoulders tense against your will.
“I’m fine, Poe.” You toss over your shoulder, pulling the thick fabric on.
“Oh, did Mr. Prick not live up to the hype?” He continues as you head for the cockpit.
You want to tell him to let it go, that it’s none of his business if you didn’t… but there’s no way to say anything without giving everything away.
“That’s exactly it.” He surmises easily and you do your best to hide your quickly flushing face. “Yikes. If only there was someone who warned you that he wouldn’t be worth your time.” Poe ponders and you roll your eyes.
“If you’re done poking fun at my anticlimactic sex life, maybe we could get going? It’s gonna be a long week together.” You prompt, sliding automatically into the co-pilot’s seat and leaving the pilot’s seat open for Poe.
“I have so many questions.” He sighs.
“If you value keeping your tongue in your mouth, you won’t ask them.” You warn and he groans. “We need to do flight checks.” You half rise out of your seat before he catches your arm.
“Nya already did them.” He says and you roll your eyes.
“Right. Like I’m trusting my life to her.” You scoff and head out of the little room to check on everything yourself.
Nya is probably the worst person on this Resistance base. Maybe even in all the galaxies. She’s rude, condescending, petty, moralless, and you have a sneaking suspicion she’s not really here for the cause. She hates you, and you hate her. No way in all seven hells are you trusting your life in her hands.
You shimmy down the engine hatch, checking all the gauges, valves, pumps, and anything else that she might have tampered with. You’re excruciatingly thorough. Just as you’re about to finish, Poe’s exasperated sigh reaches you.
“Done yet?” He calls and you roll your eyes, taking just a little longer to properly annoy him. “Y/N, do you trust me?” He asks and you sigh.
“Probably against my better judgment.” You admit.
“I was with Nya when she did them. My name is on the list.” He says and you head back over to the opening and extend your hand.
“You promise you didn’t let her ample… personality… distract you?” You ask as he easily hauls you back up to him.
“Promise.” He holds out his index finger and you press yours to it.
“Okay. I feel better.” You nod and he chuckles, draping a muscular arm around your shoulders.
“Good, now let’s get going. Oh, and if you need to… take care of business,” he pauses to wiggle his eyebrows at you, “I won’t judge.”
You smack him in the chest, hard. “Fuck off, Dameron.” You slide back into your seat and start the engaging sequences. He laughs quietly, rubbing his chest where you hit him.
***
“Landing gear.” You say you assume pointlessly. Poe Dameron doesn’t need you to remind him to extend the landing gear, and yet here you are.
He doesn’t respond, doesn’t look at you, he hasn’t even blinked for the last five minutes.
“Poe. Landing gear.” You repeat, a little louder. Still nothing. You grumble and start to lift out of your seat to reach across him and flip it. Naturally, that’s when he starts to move.
“I’ve got it.” He huffs, lifting your arm out of his face and toggling the switch.
“Clearly.” You roll your eyes. “Lost you there for a second.” You hint and he glances at you, his skilled hands flying over the console now without thought.
“Sorry. Daydreaming, I guess.” He rolls his head, easing some tension out of his neck.
“About being anywhere else?” You tease.
“Absolutely. I can’t stand being here with you. Don’t know how you stand being around yourself.” He huffs, glancing out the window, trying to ease the ship down without knocking into too many branches.
“Unlike you, Dameron. I don’t have a choice.” You reply.
The unanswered question of his daydream is dropped as he lowers the ramp and stands up. “Come on, partner.” He says, grabbing his bag and draping it across his chest.
You follow, grabbing your holopad, and double-checking for the third time that you have everything you need. Following Poe, you slip easily into work mode. He closes the ramp after you and waits while you pull up your coordinates on the planet.
It’s densely covered in trees as tall as the clouds, so big around the base that fifteen men could stand holding arms outstretched and probably not be all the way around. Thick foliage covers the ground, threatening to trip you even if you’re careful of where you step. Bright flowers are scattered in the green light cast down from above. Massive branches are over your head, big and sturdy enough for both you and Poe to lie down on. Gnarled, twisting roots rise up from the ground, sprawling across the floor. Roots from one tree can end up ten or fifteen feet away, and they seem to follow you, creaking and creeping up behind you.
The air is muggy, damp with condensation from the water being evaporated under the tree canopy. After just a couple minutes, you feel like you’re drinking the air rather than breathing it.
Focusing, you pull up the map construction on your holopad and hold it up, scanning the area surrounding your ship. You glance at Poe, already seeing little droplets of sweat gathering at the edges of his dark curls. He’s looking around, head on a swivel, hands gripping his rifle, as you work.
“Alright. Pick a direction.” You nod, letting him know you’re ready to begin.
“Left.” He says, stepping in front of you to cross your path.
“Hey, I know it doesn’t need saying again, but we know nothing about this place. Try not to touch too much, and for Maker’s sake, don’t lick anything.” You roll your eyes and that charmingly cheeky grin is back.
“I make no promises, gorgeous. You know I love to lick things.” He smirks and you just wanna smack him again. You could have done without the innuendo.
You follow him to the left, which is actually east, scanning and recording. Every so often, you stop to pick a flower for a sample. It goes into a sealable bag to examine back at the base. If you’re going to live here, you need to know as much about the local plant life, what’s poisonous, what’s okay to eat or smell.
You wipe your hand across your forehead, already feeling your shirt sticking uncomfortably to your shoulders. Poe doesn’t complain, so you don’t, either.
A creaking behind you makes you halt and half turn. It’s been about an hour since you left the safety of your ship, and so far, only giant bugs to report.
“What is it?” He asks, turning to look at you.
“I just thought I heard something.” You shake your head, brushing off your own paranoia. “Probably just one of the branches settling.”
“They’re massive, aren’t they?” He peers up at them. “Try not to get crushed by one.” He jokes, but it’s half-hearted. The good mood from takeoff is quickly wearing off.
He turns back around to keep moving forward, but you catch him just in time. “Poe!” You wrap your hand around the front of his shoulder, pulling him back against your chest before he can walk right into a butterfly the size of an eagle.
“Thanks.” He lets out a breath, squeezing your fingers reassuringly.
“Ever hear the story of how Makimbo walked into the flight path of a moth and it got stuck in his ear for three days until the medics could get it out?” You start and Poe stops again, slowly turning to face you, beautiful brown eyes wide in disbelief.
“You’re shitting me.” He says finally and you laugh, feeling better now that you’ve shaken off some of the silence.
“Nope. Walked right out the door from the dorms as a moth was flying to the light and flew right into his ear canal. Swears to this day he can still hear flapping in there.”
“Unbelievable. Only Mak could do something like that.” He shakes his head, turning back around.
“Can we take a break? I think we should have some water.” You say, your legs throbbing. They were already sore from your time with Bryce, but hiking through this impossible forest is killing you.
“Yeah, of course.” He says, coming back up to join you. “Feeling okay?” He asks, watching your eyes as you ease down onto one of those gnarled roots. It’s almost at chair height.
“Yeah. I probably should have just gone out with you to the bar.” You sigh, unscrewing your canteen.
“Probably would have had a better time.” He agrees, and you’re nodding before you can even think to stop yourself.
“At least my legs wouldn’t hurt this much.” You admit and he groans.
“Please tell me he’s not a ‘lay back and let you do all the work’ type.” He rubs his face with a handkerchief.
“There’s nothing wrong with a girl being on top.” You huff.
“No, yeah, of course. One of my favorite positions.” He holds out his hand to stop you. “But not for the whole time. And especially not if she doesn’t finish.” He says vehemently. “Always knew he was a selfish prick.”
The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Something isn’t right. “Poe?” You start quietly. Your voice is barely above a whisper.
“Sorry, I know you don’t like when I complain about him.” He waves and you’re trying so hard not to panic. You feel eyes on you, dangerous and intentional.
“Poe.” You say with a little more urgency. He finally looks at you, confused. “There’s something behind me. I can feel it.” You say, barely moving your mouth.
His eyes scan diligently over your shoulders. They search every inch of the exposed woods behind you until he shakes his head. “There’s nothing, sweetheart. Just leaves.” He says, sounding very sure. “Come sit by me.” He says, scooting over and patting the spot next to him.
You quickly cross to him and he wraps his arm around you, despite the uncomfortable heat. “I feel stupid, but I swear I felt something watching me.” You sigh, leaning against him.
“Maybe an animal.” He says, not dismissing your feelings at all. You’re grateful that he doesn’t tell you it’s nothing, but offers a possible solution. “If the bugs here are giant, can you imagine the predators?” He shudders, but you tilt your head.
“Actually, if the bugs are so big, there shouldn’t be any predators.” You frown, your anxious stomach settling a little bit. “Because size is equivalent to speed, the bigger they are, the slower they are. So, if the bugs can’t outrun the predator, they die off.” You press your lips together, feeling like you’re rambling.
He turns to look at you, appreciation in his eyes. “You’re pretty smart, you know that?” He says and you grin.
“I do. It’s about time that someone else sees it.” You reply and he laughs.
“Alright, noodle legs. You ready to keep going? We should try to find somewhere to camp soon. The days on this planet aren’t exceptionally long.” He says, and you nod, putting your water away.
“You’re right, let’s get going.” You stand up, picking up your holopad once more. Poe shoulders his rifle, head turning every which way as he leads you through the trees.
“Tell you what.” He starts after an immeasurable amount of silence.
“What’s that?” You croak, your voice sticking in your throat after not being used for a while.
“If we do settle this planet, we’re gonna need some serious air conditioning. My curls are not holding up in this heat.” He says, purposely messing up his dripping locks.
You laugh, flinching away from the flying moisture. “Agreed. But if there are no predators, as we’ve theorized, it could be pretty perfect.”
He turns to glance back at you, his forehead wrinkling in concern. “How are you feeling?” He asks again.
“I’m fine, why?”
He takes you by the arms, his big hands burning into your skin as he guides you to sit down. “You’re really flushed.” He comments, holding his bare wrist to your forehead. “And very warm.”
“It’s a million degrees out here. Of course, I’m warm, Poe.” You look up at him, appreciating his concern.
“Am I flushed?” He frowns.
“Who can tell? You’re perfectly tan all year round. How do you do that, by the way?”
He cups your face gently and tilts it up to him to see better. “I do this thing called going outside.” He says, gently pulling your lower eyelids down.
“See anything?” You ask, only half teasing.
“Nope, no soul in there.” He replies, letting go of you all together and suddenly you miss his hands on your face. They were warm and comforting and you felt safe.
This forest is messing with your head.
Another creak behind you has you up and moving around Poe. He catches your arm, making you slow down.
“Sweetheart, we should eat. It’s been all day. I didn’t realize how much time was passing.” He says.
You shift from foot to foot nervously, looking behind him. Your eyes scan the foliage, looking for any sign of movement. You don’t want to stop, too wound up to eat, but you know he’s right.
“I’ll keep you safe.” He promises. You acquiesce and let him guide you down to the ground and back against the base of a tree.
“I don’t know why I’m being such a weirdo.” You sigh, digging into your pack for your rations.
“Maybe you’re sensing something I’m not.” He shrugs, sitting across from you. From down here the ferns and other ground plants tower over you, creating its own little world. “Maybe it’s the idea of being somewhere new, unfamiliar. Maybe it’s the thought of being the only two people on an entire planet, so certain noises you would hear from other people, you shouldn’t be hearing. There are a million reasons. But don’t brush them off. You have a good gut instinct, Y/N. Use it. It might save us later.” He reaches over and squeezes your knee soothingly.
“Thanks.” You say, feeling a little better. You eat slowly, looking around, but mostly watching Poe. His dark hair is disheveled, curling into his heavy-lidded eyes. You’re grateful to Leia for pairing you with him. She could have picked anyone, and she picked the one person you get along with best. It’s easy to get along with Poe Dameron. Easy as breathing. Even when he’s being difficult, pushing people away after everything he’s seen, he has never once tried to push you away.
“You’re staring at me.” He comments and you drop your gaze instantly.
“Sorry.” You mutter, rubbing your forehead. “Just thinking.”
“About what I look like naked? Don’t feel bad, everyone on base has wondered.” He grins and you laugh.
“Sure. We’ll go with that.” You nod, pushing the rest of your food back into your bag. Your stomach is too tense to really eat anything.
He knocks his knee against yours. “Tell me.” He prompts.
“Just thinking about how we’re friends.” You shrug and he waits patiently for you to continue. “You… you don’t always… make things easy for other people. You argue with Mak, or Hana, or Setti. You sometimes seem to enjoy pushing them away because you do it so often.” You stumble over your words, not wanting to really screw things up. “But you’ve never done that to me.” You avoid his gaze for as long as you can stand it before finally looking up at him.
He’s smiling. “You’re funny.” He says eventually. “I did try doing that to you. At the very beginning. And sometimes it’s easier to have people be mad at me; to take all of it in and feel that instead of… other less pleasant things. And yeah, they get pissed at me, call me a jerk, or whatever name they like. They storm off and hate me for a while. And it feels good.” He nods, clearing his throat and looking around, away from you. “But not you. Never you. I’d pick a fight with you and you would stand your ground, fight me back until I was the one storming off. Then you’d show up at my dorm, or in the woods, or wherever I happened to be hiding, give me a cup of hot chocolate. You absolutely floored me that first time, telling me I could fight you all day long and you’d be there every time, not letting me lose myself.” He inhales sharply, disguising a sniffle. “I think you knew before I did. You just see through me, constantly.”
You're quiet for a long time, thinking over his words. He never says it out loud, never admits that he could use help. Never gives his nightmare a name. But you feel it, weighing on his soul; and yours. “Poe.” You start and he looks up at you expectantly. “I only said those things because you had my favorite book in your bag and I wanted it back.” You say quietly and he laughs loudly, grabbing your arm and pulling you into his lap, hugging you tight.
“Can’t push you away, no matter how hard I tried. You’re too stubborn.” He sighs, rocking you from side to side as you let your forehead rest in the crook of his neck. “Sometimes, I wonder if the bullshit I say will do it. Like the sex talk, or the time I told you I masturbate five times a day just to see what you’d say.” He chuckles, his breath skittering down the back of your neck. “You didn’t miss a beat, just said ‘I believe you. You look like the type’ and moved on.” He grins.
“I just thought you were a really open person.” You admit, pushing back from his chest, seeing his eyes shine with laughter. “We should keep going, you weirdo. There are some cliffs up ahead, I think. We can probably find a cave to sleep in for the night.”
“Agreed.” He pushes you to your feet, and you pull him up right after you. His hand lingers in yours for a long second before he takes it back to adjust his rifle position.
Warnings: Poe being charming. It’s just a baby chapter. Only a couple swear words, mild for me lol.
A/N: this is my new story. It’s angst ridden. I was in a mood. If you like my works, please reblog, leave a comment. My works are not to be posted anywhere else without my consent.
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Princess General Leia Organa.
Legendary badass.
Ruthless military tactician.
Leader of not one, but two rebellions.
Beacon of light and hope for millions across the galaxy.
Powerful Jedi warrior.
And she’s just given you a mission. It’s not your first, or your second. Shit, it’s not even your fiftieth. But every time she gives you a mission, hands it to you directly, your stomach tingles and you have to fight the stupid, idiotic smile that threatens your face. So what if you have the biggest lady crush on your boss? You’re a Maker-damn professional. Act like it.
Luckily, you can feel your leader next to you, feeling just as thrilled.
I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
Seperate post bc the original was getting too long.
Tagged by: @enbysiriusblack and @dyingbutdontworrycuzimswag so it looks like I get to answer two questions!
Question 1: if you could have anything named after you (like a star or a huge company or something) what would you choose??
Definitely a planet, mainly because I named myself after Jack Harkness so it would be very fitting for a planet in outer space to be named after me/him.
Question 2: You can go back through time and universes or whatever to stop something from happening in a fictional world, what do you stop?
I know y’all are expecting something HP, but actually I think I would go back in time to stop Rose Tyler from falling into the parallel universe so that she can travel with the Doctor for longer, and maybe even forever, because she’s my favourite companion. But Martha and Donna can come too because I love them as well.
Question for my mutuals: Which fictional character would you want to parent from birth until adulthood? basically which character would you want as your child? (and hopefully the question makes sense and doesn’t sound weird).
Tagged by: @darkherolovercroissant thanks for the tag, angel🥰 love your answer btw❤ Also, taking off reblogs cuz it was too long, sorry😔
Question: what is the most important lesson you’ve learnt during your life?
Answer: That’s kind of a tough one. But I think I’m going with ‘don’t waste time!’ Life goes by so damn quick, forreal forreal. If you want to do something but you’re afraid of what people will think, fuck it. Just do it. Don’t let time pass you by cuz trust me, you’ll regret it big time!
My question: Would you marry the person on your lock screen/home screen? (yes this is me just trying to see your lock screens lol)
Tagging: @chloecatina421 @ronalduswanson @buckysm3talarm @buckys-babe17 @countryrockmama and anyone who wants to keep this going. You don’t have to keep this going if I did tag you btw.
