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Just finished ‘the son’ AND woah woah woah! I couldn’t put it down! I loved every second of it! And the fact it’s a male reader was just the cherry on top! I can’t wait for more!! My heart could beat out of my chest. Thank you so much for posting it

Omg thank you so much this is so sweet 😭 That series got barely any engagement so I thought it was terrible but reading this made it all worth it 🥰 Book two has been evading me but I am slowly but surely getting it plotted out. Hopefully soon I can get to writing it!! Again, thank you so much for reading and I’m so glad that you enjoyed!!!

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The Son: Chapter 26

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Final chapter you guys!! I just want to thank everyone who came along for the ride the entire way and let you guys know how much I love your support and interest in my writings! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of death, no others.

Word Count: 1,776

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“To think I can finally see you with my own eyes,” a voice woke you from whatever slumber you were in.

You opened your eyes to see a pitch black landscape before you, and turned to look in the direction the voice came from. As you did, your eyes widened in horror.

“It’s been so long, my son,” your mother... no... a monster was before you.

What you once knew as your mother, was a terrifyingly large half miasma, half woman made creature. Her face was distorted, eyes sunken deep and black, her mouth agape and far too slacked for a normal human.

“H-how is t-this possible,” you were nearly trembling.

Your mother... was chaos incarnate. 

While you might have drank from the font of power, and your sister had bathed in the pool of knowledge... your mother had done both. 

The infighting between you and your sister, and the power your father needed to control the two of you were too much for your mortal mother. She wasn’t immortal like the rest of you and she feared that she would have been left behind by your family, and because of this, she drank from the font of power and bathed in the pool of knowledge. It sent her already unstable mind to break completely, as no being in existence could possibly take such power and retain their mind. She became much... much worse than you ever were, and in her love for you, your sister, and father, completely lost her sense of morality.

“It’s very possible, my son. In fact, it’s all been made possible because of me,” she smiled at you, but it only seemed deranged. 

You and your sister had enlisted the help of the Killik race millenia ago to trap your mother but after enough time, while you and your sister were trapped in the Pyramid, she had broken free. However, your entire family did feel when she had died. You didn’t know how, but she had been thrown into the Lake of Apparitions at the end of the galaxy. It was a place that existed outside of reality, and if anything were to ever fall in, they would be completely wiped from existence. Her standing in front of you was impossible.

“What do you mean because of you?” your curiosity managed to curb your fear for the moment.

“My love, how else do you think you got here? Who do you think influenced your darkness to flare up and get you out of that pesky Pyramid?” she had what was intended to be a graceful smile on her face the entire time, while casually mentioning she was the reason that you had murdered your family.

Your eyes widened in anger, “It was because of... because of you I couldn’t control myself?”

She tsked and waved her arm, “It was the only way to get you out of there. I couldn’t have my precious baby be stuck there forever could I?”

“You’ve lost your mind,” your chest felt empty, despair overcoming you.

“Lost it? Oh honey, do I have to explain it all to you? I needed to get you out of there, but it still didn’t mean that you were ready.” She swirled around and moved to the side and came closer to you, “You still had much more room to grow, you needed to live a life! So I made sure to create the perfect playground for my boy. I made you think you had to seal yourself away when actually, I was simply setting everything into place.”

The color drained from your face and you dropped to your knees. Everything you had gone through. Everything, was all a part of her plan.

“I couldn’t have you rushing into anything and doing something rash so I still protected you though! I came to you as that little green person! I so wanted it to be me so you could see me baby, but I knew you weren’t ready yet. I made sure that you stayed out of harm's way as long as you could!” she was laying out her entire plan to you, like she was sharing an accomplishment with a friend, as if she was completely unaware every word was breaking you further. 

You thought back to when Yoda came to you in your room... you never even thought of it at the moment but... 

“Your voice... you were there, weren’t you? When I found my crystals, you were the one who guided me,” you responded, looking around and trying to spot the source of the voice.

“Crystals? Ah yes, but not why I am here, that is,” he responded.

He sounded like he didn’t remember the conversation you had when he helped you find your crystals... of course, she took his form and lied. The entire time when you thought you had to stay out of things because you would have ruined the nexus event, it was all a bluff.

“I had to get crude just slightly and mess with your senses so you didn’t realize some things too soon, I’m sorry baby,” her hand came up to cup your face and you stared at the ground, lifeless.

That was why you had trouble with your wayfinding and your ability to peer into the future, it wasn’t Palpatine blocking you, but your mother.

You were suddenly struck remembering your conversation that was cut short with Luke.

“Four of those people being the ones that actually lived there, three of which are dead, one of which isn’t here and the other of which is me,” he continued. “And I know you’re not the one other than me so that means if you truly are from this place you couldn’t possibly know about, you’re one of the ones who lived there.”

He knew about your mother, and you never knew that his mentioning of the fourth person on Mortis, would eventually lead to them coming back. You never even thought about it at the time, but when he mentioned three of them being dead... of course he was including you. You were non-existent to the galaxy after the deaths of your father and sister so it was only natural you were assumed dead as well. He knew that your mother was alive... despite being thrown into the Lake of Apparitions. You regretted not continuing your conversation with him even more.

“Wh... why would you do all of this? Why would you hurt and kill so many people?” you whispered, voice cracking.

Her eyebrows furrowed, at least from what you could make out from her face, “Isn’t it obvious? So you can become my successor! Because I love you? Don’t you see I did it all for you? Can’t you show some love for your mother?”

Her pleading almost sounded realistic to you and you felt sick to your stomach, she was further gone than you could have ever imagined. The newfound disgust and anger that rose within you wiped the previous defeated look on your face and you rose, slapping her hand away.

“I never asked you to do any of that. I never asked you to kill or hurt other people? Have you completely lost your mind? If anything, you’re my enemy, Abeloth!” you shouted.

While she chilled you to the bone, there was no way in hell you would ever be with her. 

A petrifying look overtook her face that made your heart race, “That last ship I put there to give you a little test... it seems I should have done more.” Her once soft demeanor towards you, which was hardly soft in the first place, suddenly spiked into animosity, “To think that you would be so ungrateful after everything that I’ve done for you. You want an enemy? I’ll show you an enemy!” Her form suddenly boomed and became much larger and menacing, towering over you, “Prepare yourself. I wanted to leave this galaxy to you, but it seems I must destroy it, along with you and myself!”

The darkness closed in around you and overwhelmed you-

You shot up out of bed with a gasp, looking around the room frantically. 

“Woah woah, hey, it’s ok!” a voice came from next to you.

You looked over to see Poe, looking slightly disheveled trying to calm you down with his hands up defensively.

“What happened?” you asked immediately.

You took a look around the room, soft sunlight waning in through the windowsill, the room clear white and brown colors. The last thing you remembered was fighting against the beam then... Abeloth, your mother.

“It’s been a few days, you’ve been unconscious,” Poe’s worried eyes came through to you. “When you fell... Y/N my fucking heart, I thought I lost you there.”

Guilt racked through you and you reached forward, half hugging him from your bent position and his seated one by your bedside, “I’m sorry I worried you.”

He hugged you back so tightly, it made you realize that your entire body was sore and you slightly winced, leaving him to loosen up a bit, “Sorry, I just. Damn, I’m glad you’re awake.”

“So am I,” you groaned into him. “How did I even survive that fall?”

He pulled away just slightly and brushed a hair out of your face, really getting a good look at you, “No one was close enough to even think about breaking your fall... you hit the ground, Y/N.”

You gasped, “Was every bone in my body broken? How am I this ok after a few days?”

He shook his head, “Y/N you were... well other than some bruises, completely unharmed. Whatever protected you from those shots earlier must have stuck around long enough to cushion you. I’ve been thanking whatever that was right up until now.”

“We won?” your final pressing question was put forward. 

A smile started breaking out through his face, “We did. We won. And you’ve got no idea what’s been going on. Since everyone saw what you did, Y/N...”

Though as his face began to light up, yours darkened even further, your conversation in your dream coming back to you. Poe’s face immediately became one of concern and as you dropped your gaze down, he reached his hand forward to cup your chin and tilt it upwards.

“Hey, what’s going on?” his concern highlighting his words.

After a second, you mustered the courage to bring your gaze back to him, “We might have won that battle... but the real war is coming.” For the first time since knowing you, Poe had seen true fear in your eyes, “And the galaxy will be destroyed.”

END BOOK 1

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The Son: Chapter 25

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: WE’VE FINALLY REACHED THE FIGHT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR!!! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Other than the usual of minor character death and violence, none.

Word Count: 7,084

Italics are your thoughts

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Poe groaned, “I know we have to but... do we have to?”

You smiled, a bit sad yourself as you wished you could relish the moment longer, “The galaxy doesn’t wait, unfortunately.”

He sighed, turning his head and nuzzling into your neck, placing a few warm and slow kisses, sending the smallest of twinges through you, “Poe, you better stop.”

The huffs of air you felt against your neck let you know he was trying to stifle a laugh as he placed one last kiss, “Fine, fine.” He moved to get up off you and you moaned as he did, instantly missing the feeling of his warmth and weight around you, “Don’t move.”

You stayed there as he went into the bathroom and emerged with a washcloth not long after, moving over to delicately wipe off the evidence of your encounter. After he was all finished cleaning you up, including your hole as much as he could with the cum leaking out, he gave you an affectionate kiss on the lips. 

“If we die today, I can say I died happy,” Poe admitted, buckling his pants as he pulled them back up.

You scoffed, “We’re not dying today.”

You were putting your shirt back on and after the fabric passed over your eyes and onto your chest, you glanced to see Poe giving you a complicated look. It was one of sadness, disappointment, acceptance, and many others all at the same time, much like the expression on your own. You didn’t want to spoil the moment over pessimistic talk, but you also wanted to get out all the words you needed to say to each other in case you wouldn’t be able to. However, wouldn’t doing exactly that also spell out your doom? The both of you were trudging blindly and desperately trying to hold on to the remnants of hope you shared. Sharing a small encouraging conversation with your eyes, he nodded with a tight lipped smile and returned to dressing. Before long, the two of you were dressed as you were before and you excused yourself to the bathroom, completely cleaning yourself of anything remaining before rejoining Poe. 

“Alright, let’s do this,” you said as you exited the bathroom, Poe dressed and waiting for you by the door.

He smiled and turned to open the door, pressing the button and taking a step forward to walk outside. As you came up a step behind him to leave, the two of you noticed Maz approaching from the side.

“Maz,” Poe started.

She gave the two of you a solemn smile, the small woman approaching with a small box in her hands, “Poe, Y/N. I must speak with Y/N if that’s alright.”

You were slightly confused, as you had never really interacted with the woman before. You knew one of the first major missions you went on with the Resistance when everything first started was staged at her watering hole, but never really interacted with her personally.

Sharing a short look with Poe, he nodded before replying, “That’s alright, I wanted to get something done anyways. I’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

He reached over and gave you a peck on the cheek before walking away, leaving you and Maz alone in the hallway. 

You didn’t want to have the conversation in the room as the smell of sex was probably still rampant and decided to get in front of it, “Shall we walk?”

She nodded, taking initiative and walking forward, leaving you to follow after. After the first few seconds of silence, you pondered breaking the silence yourself before she did.

“I know we haven’t spoken directly before,” she stopped walking and turned to you. “But Leia entrusted something to me, something she wished for you to have.” She offered the box she was holding to you and you accepted, taking it into your hands before she continued, “Hmmm.”

Your curiosity for the contents within the box was momentarily lapsed as you noticed her begin to study you. The spectacle over her face, extremely large and making her nearly raisen-shriveled eyes seem huge falling over her left eye. She was only about four feet tall and quite small, an orange skin color showcasing her unique race. However, as small as her figure might have been, she had an aura around her that implied she either was more, or knew more than she gave off. 

“Is something... wrong?” you hesitantly asked.

“You’re quite the interesting one, now that I have you in front of me,” she quipped. 

She put a hand on the box and pressed down, making you slightly arch down to her level as she then moved her other hand and took a hold of your face to get even closer to you.

“Oh! That-” you began as you tried to understand what was happening.

“Oh... OH I see,” she gazed deep into your eyes, also turning your head side to side and inspecting you thoroughly.

“I’m sorry, what’s happening right now?” you were completely lost.

She seemed to finally be satisfied, letting go and leaning back, “To think... I’ll return to command.”

She offered zero explanation as to what she had done, what conclusion she had somehow reached, or why she had done any of it as she walked away contently. You were stuck in place as you tried to comprehend the moments that just transpired but ultimately failed.

“I hope I didn’t do something wrong,” you muttered before turning your attention back to the box in your hands. 

You nearly opened it before looking around the empty hallway, deciding to walk a bit further to come to a door that led out into the jungle. The small area it led to was rather bare bones, only a few workers scattered across. You sat down on a small mound near the door and placed the box on your lap, moving to remove the cover. As you did, you gasped, the contents in the box were... your robes; the very same robes you wore when you were the Son. Sitting atop the folded clothing though, was an enclosed letter with your name written across. Picking it up out of the box, you unfolded it to read.

“Y/N, 

If you’re reading this, it means I’m no longer around. From the first day you walked in, I knew, that there was going to be real hope for the Resistance. Your past weighs heavy on you, but I know I can rest easy knowing that I can leave what remains in your hands. Take care of Rey for me. Her challenges are only just beginning. I suspected you never came to understand but Rey, is a Palpatine.”

You gasped at the newfound information, how could you not have known? Though deep down you almost felt a sense of validation. You had personally seen Rey’s interactions with the dark side, at least what you thought was all of them, and her ease of connection was something that always unnerved you. It was there all along and you could never see it, it seemed impossible yet, you knew that most likely, Palpatine could have been involved as he had been blocking you in other ways since you had returned. You went back to reading the note.

“Even now, I still have yet to completely wrap my head around this nexus event, but I know that I’ve been feeling something in the Force for a while now. It started with you, but it’s been growing, in what shape or form I have no idea, but something is coming. I hope it’s a good omen for the battles I know you and Rey will win.

I hope you’ll accept your robes. I know they’re a reminder of your past, but I think even you have finally come to realize that you can’t run from it, not anymore. May the Force be with you.”

You sighed as you finished reading the note, fresh tears threatening to form in your eyes. Leia truly was one of the kindest people you had met in the galaxy. You refolded the note and tucked it back into the box, grabbing your robes and pulling it up to look at them. Giving them a once over, they were clean and in good condition, and while they didn’t have the dark emanation they once gave you, they still made you slightly nervous. The black and red colors made you recall your days back at the Pyramid, killing your already somber mood. Though as you looked upon them, you no longer felt the hatred you once did, not at the robes, nor provoked by them. Thinking to yourself, you placed the robes back into the box and got up, walking back over to your room intending to change into them. 

You had a strange feeling you wanted to indulge in so as you undressed yourself to get changed, you grabbed your robes with nervousness before cautiously putting them on. They fit just as perfectly as they did before and looking at yourself in the mirror, you struggled to settle on an opinion. However, as you were doing so, you felt strange energy twirling through your robes, slowly beginning to change their hue and color. The phenomena reminded you much of when you had finished your sabers and you watched as various strands of your robes began to lighten up. The strands on your left shoulder and legs began to glow and cleanse themselves, purifying into a bright white. They completely contrasted the dark on your right side, and you found the dynamic interesting as your left saber was your dark one. 

After your clothing had finished modifying itself, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror, actually managing a smile as you really liked the new look. It incorporated your past but also showed what you wanted to be, who you were. You almost giggled a bit as the thought, thankfully these cover the marks on my neck, went through your mind. Deciding you had spent enough time already and needed to get back to command, you left your room and headed over. 

On your walk over, you thought over what was to come. You still didn’t know where Exegol was, where the fleet of planet killing weapons were, where Rey was or what kind of defense or attack you could possibly mount against the Final Order. Whatever Rey was up to, you hoped it was something that would help. Coming back up to command, Rose, Connix, and Beaumont were still at stations trying to gather what intel they could. Poe wasn’t there and you decided to sit at one of the stations and try to see if there were any developments. Not long after though, Poe and Finn approached.

“I’ve got some news for you guys,” Poe started.

You got up from your seat to greet them as the rest turned to their direction.

He looked towards Finn before returning his eyes towards all of you, “I’ve decided to make Finn my co-General. We’ll both be leading the Resistance from now.”

Rose had a proud look on her face while Connix shared a small smile, Beaumont simply nodding in acknowledgement. You also gave Finn a small congratulatory smile, locking eyes with Poe and giving him a wink to let him know he made the right decision. He was struggling to take on all the responsibility on his own and while you didn’t want to be in a leadership position, Finn was the perfect choice. 

“Congratulations, General,” Rose directed towards Finn.

He gave her a determined look and nod in return and the two of them proceeded to walk over towards you. The small droid that you had found on Ochi’s ship accompanied them as it rolled up alongside Finn.

“We’ve got more news,” Poe said to you as he came up in front of you.

You shifted on your foot, “What is it?”

Finn looked down at the droid, “His name is D.O, and he was going to Exegol with Ochi of Bestoon.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and you looked down at the droid, “Exegol? Why?”

Poe continued, “To bring the little girl he was looking for on Jakku to Palpatine.”

You put the pieces together in your head and finally understood. After Leia told you Rey was a Palpatine, she must have recognized the ship because he had gone to Jakku for her. He must have taken her parents and they gave their lives to keep her hidden, safe. 

“He was looking for his granddaughter... all this time,” you paced. “But why keep that hidden? Kylo has been pursuing her for his own reasons, yet... the Emperor wants her too.” You gasped, “But he wanted her dead?”

“Ochi was to bring her to the Emperor alive,” Finn added.

“Wait, did you say granddaughter?” Poe questioned.

“If D.O was going with him to Exegol, does he have any information about it?” you asked.

“We were just about to figure that out. He said he’s been to the planet before,” Finn explained as he went to grab a cable. He returned and plugged it into the back of D.O’s head and into one of the consoles, the screen lighting up with a scan of the planet’s surface, “All the information you need for an airstrike on Exegol.”

Poe studied the screen, “Yeah, except how to get there. Are you seeing these atmo readings?”

“It’s a mess out there,” Finn mumbled. “Magnetic crossfields,” he began.

Rose had come up behind your group to peer at the screen as well and continued his observations, “Gravity wells, solar winds.”

“How does a fleet even take off from there?” Poe pondered.

“Maybe their ships are outfitted with some kind of technology, or there’s something we’re missing,” you wondered.

“Terribly sorry,” C3PO interrupted your brainstorming. “I’m afraid Artoo’s memory bank must be crossed with his logic receptors. He says he is receiving a transmission from... Master Luke.”

“How is that possible?” Rose shot back.

“Artoo, let’s hook you up,” you stated, watching the droid roll over.

Artoo plugged into the terminal and began to transmit the message he was supposedly receiving, as more and more people began to surround the command center.

“That’s an old craft ID,” Poe noticed as Artoo’s data filled the screen. “That’s Luke Skywalker’s x-wing.”

“It’s transmitting course marker signals on its way to the unknown regions,” 3PO added to Poe’s observation.

You felt it, it wasn’t Luke but... Rey, she was going to Exegol. How she managed to get another wayfinder you had no idea, but your spirits were beginning to get lifted. Rey hadn’t abandoned the Resistance afterall. 

“It’s Rey,” Finn came to the same conclusion as you, and you looked at him curiously, wondering whether he was hoping it was or truly felt it as you had. “She’s going to Exegol. She’s showing us,” he stepped away from the monitor to address everyone. “She’s showing us how to get there.”

Poe looked between you and Finn, placing a hand on your shoulder, “Then we go together.”

Without a moment's notice, everyone ran off in different directions, the entire Resistance now finally mobilizing to mount your attack against the biggest threat the galaxy had seen. Even though your Resistance numbers were a dwindling few, the buzz that filled the base was one you had rarely seen before as everyone vehemently prepared for what was to come. As you no longer had your own ship, you were given an x-wing to pilot instead. You were to take Ruie with you as this ship had an astromech slot but you felt bad you couldn’t bring the rest of your droids. Then again, you were also glad you weren’t bringing them straight into harm's way all the same.

You felt like you should have been afraid but instead, you felt... almost comfortable. Things were falling into place and for the first time you actually felt like you were aware of what was going on. Rey was on her way to face off with Palpatine, and while for some reason you felt a weirdness when it came to Kylo, you knew that this final faceoff, whether it came right after the nexus event of Kylo and Rey fighting, or being the nexus event itself, you were finally going to release your power. Though, you couldn’t throw the idea out of your mind that it still wouldn’t be enough. You didn’t know how many ships they had and as your forces were already small, you did fear no matter how powerful you knew you were, it still wouldn’t be enough. Holding onto hope instead, you steeled your resolve as you approached the spot everyone was to meet before eventually getting into the ships and heading out. Huddling below one of the bigger ships, you came up to the center near where Poe and Finn were preparing their final speech.

“As long as those star destroyers are on Exegol, we can hit them,” Finn began the speech.

“Hit them how?” Beaumont questioned.

The specs of the destroyers were given to you after they had attacked Kijimi, one thing that came out of that horribleness that aided you.

“They can’t activate their shields until they leave the atmosphere,” Rose answered Beaumont.

“Which isn’t easy on Exegol,” Poe continued. “Ships that size need help taking off. Nav can’t tell which way’s up out there. 

“So, how do the ships take off?” one of the Resistance members asked.

“They use a signal from a navigation tower, like this one,” Poe pushed a button in his hand and a holographic was then displayed, showing a large antenna-like structure.

“Except they won’t. Air team’s gonna find the tower, ground team’s gonna blast it,” Finn explained.

“Ground team?” another worker inquired.

“I have an idea for that,” Finn reared his head to address him momentarily.

“Once the tower’s down, the fleet will be stuck in atmo for just minutes, with no shields, and no way out,” Poe revealed the intent of the plan.

“We think hitting the cannons might ignite the main reactors,” Rose spoke on behalf of the engineers.

Lando Calrissian, who had finally joined back up with the Resistance, had finally made his presence known, “That’s our chance.”

“Are you finally fighting, Y/N?” another in the crowd said.

Eyes congregated towards you as they awaited your response. You passed air through your nose as your lips set, looking out at the crowd.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” your eyes passed over the various workers, “this battle isn’t something that’s going to be easily won.” Your eyes met Poe’s and his gaze gave you strength, “I’ll be giving this battle everything that I’ve got.” Some noises of relief passed through the crowd but you were quick to continue, “But each and every one of us need to go beyond our limits for this. We cannot afford to falter in front of this enemy.”

“Then we need to pull some Holdo maneuvers. Do some real damage,” Beaumont offered.

“Come on, that move is one in a million,” Finn was quick to retort. “Fighters and freighters can take out their cannons if there are enough of us.”

One of the other members exclaimed in a foreign language, “There aren’t enough of us!”

“He’s right, we’d be no more than bugs to them,” another worker chimed in, one of Connix’s.

You didn’t want to agree with them but they weren’t wrong, there weren’t enough of you for what was most likely to come. However, you also knew that this was the last time the Resistance would meet before going off to the most perilous battle you had ever known. Morale was a need right now.

“That’s where Lando and Chewie come in. They’ll take the Falcon to the core systems. Send out a call for help for anyone listening,” Finn spoke.

“We’ve got friends out there. They’ll come if they know there’s hope,” Poe promised. 

Their words, unfortunately, did not seem to win over the crowd, doubtful muttering rippling throughout.

“They will,” Poe solidified. “First Order wins by making us think we’re alone. We’re not alone. Good people will fight if we lead them.”

“Leia never gave up. And neither will we. We’re gonna show them we’re not afraid,” Finn took on a more hopeful and determined tone.

“What our mothers and fathers fought for, we will not let die. Not today. Today, we make our last stand. For the galaxy. For Leia. For everyone we’ve lost,” Poe reminded the crowd. 

“They’ve taken enough of us. Now we take the war to them,” Finn finished the speech with the promise of the Resistance finally fighting back with everything that it had.

The final words of their Generals managed to kick them all into gear, as everyone went straight back to preparing to leave and getting into their ships. All ships had received the markers along Rey’s course and were prepared to make the trip to the unknowns. It was time to take the fight to the Emperor.

As you approached your x-wing, next to Poe’s, he came up beside you, “Not much of a flight suit.”

You chuckled and looked down at your robes before returning to him, “I know, but, I need these for this fight.”

He smiled at you and came closer, pulling you in close and wrapping you in a hug, “They look great.”

You sighed and melted slightly into the hug, embracing him all the same, “We’re going to make it through this.”

His grip tightened slightly on you, “We will. I plan on living a long, long life with you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

The two of you separated slightly to come face to face as your hand came up to his face, “So do I. Let’s go kick some ass.”

He gave you a wicked grin and leaned in for a kiss, which you accepted and returned with love. Pulling away, you gave each other a solid nod before going to your separate aircraft. Ruie rolled up to you and you sighed with a smile, leaning down to greet him.

“Hey buddy,” you patted his golden head. “How are you feeling?”

He chimed and beeped a few times, letting you know he was a bit nervous but ready to fight with his master. 

Your smile grew at his words, “I’m lucky to have you by my side.”

He chirped excitedly and you chuckled, getting into your cockpit as he situated himself in the astromech spot behind you.

Soon enough, all Resistance aircraft took to the skies and were off in hyperspace towards the deep unknowns. The ride was quick and easy enough, right up until you needed to exit hyperspace to hit the correct markers. As you exited, bright red and orange colors filled your front window, strange shapes and forms streaming across your vision. Your navigation console would have been zero help in whatever electromagnetic nightmare you were riding through but Rey’s markers thankfully eased your anxiety.

“I know it’s a rough ride, but stay locked on Rey’s course,” Poe at the front of the fleet said over the comms.

Traveling through it just a bit further, you were finally clear to hit the last hyperspace jump before ultimately arriving at your destination. As you did though, your heart dropped to your feet.

The barren wasteland that was the surface of the planet, adorned with thunderstorms everywhere, was filled with star destroyers nearly as far as the eye could see.

“Look at that fleet,” Poe muttered in awe.

They didn’t give you even a second as ion cannons began firing at your ships and forced you to scramble.

“Welcome to Exegol!” Poe yelled, explosions rocking your ears.

There were dozens upon dozens of ships firing on you and evading all of their shots were becoming increasingly difficult as the seconds passed. Lightning struck on your left and right as you tried to evade both the lasers and the deadly natural disasters. 

“On your left, Wexley!” a pilot spoke.

You glanced over to see Wexley nearly slam into another one of the Resistance ships while he was trying to avoid shots. 

“Get down to their elevation! They can’t fire on us without hitting each other,” Poe advised. “Don’t give up! Help is coming.”

You nosedived downwards as the other Resistance fighters did, trying to get down as soon as possible and make your job easier. 

“There it is, Poe I see it,” Finn said over the comms. “I’ve got a visual on the tower.”

You had finally reached the same elevation as the star destroyers and began to ride along their underbellies, their large cannons finally coming into view. Those are what destroyed Kijimi. Though, your relief from their ships firing on you was squashed by the fleet of TIE fighters now being deployed at you.

“Incoming TIEs!” Wexley called out.

“I see them! Use the ships as cover if you have to!” you yelled back into the comms.

“I got you Finn,” Poe called out as he zoned in on TIE’s firing at Finn’s transport.

Through your dodging, you hadn’t managed to get a hit on the cannons yet, but you made your way over towards Finn’s transport as well and provided cover fire. Taking out two of the TIE’s, you whizzed past one of the large ships and managed to catch in the corner of your eye the tower Finn had mentioned. However, the moment your eyes landed on it, you noticed it begin to power down!

“They're turning off the navigation tower!” you mentioned.

“What?” Finn shouted.

“Those ships need that signal, it’s gotta be coming from somewhere,” Wexley ascertained.

“They figured out what we’re doing, call off the ground invasion,” Poe commanded.

“The nav signal’s coming from that command ship. That’s our drop zone,” Finn countered.

One of the ships were raised slightly higher than the others and had an active radio tower, and you felt the same thing that Finn did. Perhaps Finn is more than he seems too... 

“You want to launch a ground invasion on a star destroyer?” one of the pilots exclaimed.

“I don’t want to, but we can’t take out that ship’s nav system from the air. Give us cover. We gotta keep that fleet there till help arrives.”

“You heard the General. All wings, cover that lander,” Poe solidified the plan.

Piloting into formation, you along with Poe and the various other wing fighters from the Resistance formed a defensive position around Finn’s dropship. Flying straight onto the surface of the star destroyer, the transport landed and opened its doors, Orbarks rushing out with fighters riding on top of them. They were four legged horse-like creatures that wouldn’t be able to get jammed by any kind of technology, it was perfect. Rose, Jannah, Beaumont, BB-8, and a force of the Resistance was led by Finn on the surface of the destroyer as they pushed forward. Troop carriers from the Final Order also landed and they began to have a small turf war thousand of feet in the air. You shot down TIE after TIE trying to cover them with the rest of the fighters, knowing that if they had a way out, you would never have the chance to destroy their cannons. 

The engines of the star destroyers began to fire and Poe verbalized your thoughts, “Those thrusters are hot. How are we doing?”

“We’re gonna blow our way in, and take out that nav tower,” Finn responded.

Various explosions rocked the surface of the ship as Jannah tossed grenades to cover Finn and BB-8. You couldn’t see clearly what was going on but you focused on your task of covering them all the same. After a few more moments, another, bigger explosion rocked the surface and rippled up the nav tower in a series of explosions.

“There it goes!” Finn shouted as the nav tower began to sag and lose power.

“Nice one, Finn!” Poe congratulated. “Nav signal’s down, but not for long.”

The fighters you had on the ship began to funnel back towards the transports to escape.

“Still no Falcon or backup,” Wexley commented.

R-2 on Poe’s ship chimed and Poe sighed, “I don’t know Artoo. Maybe nobody else is coming.”

“What do we do, General?” was asked over the comms.

“We gotta hit em ourselves,” Poe resolved.

“What can we do against these things?”

“Just stay alive!” was the best Poe could manage as your ships began to focus attacking the cannons.

Worry filled you, even though the nav tower was offline, would you even be able to finish the job with what you had left? Your eyes traveled below you, to where you could feel Rey and Palpatine facing off. There were hundreds of Sith loyalists down there with her and your fear spiked. Will Rey be- Your thoughts were cut off as you suddenly felt him... Ben Solo. Not Kylo Ren any longer, but Ben. You could feel that he had finally returned to the light and sensed that he was getting closer and closer to Rey. Your eyes went back to looking at your surroundings, the large and menacing ships surrounding you in all directions, TIE’s chasing down your brethren. It was time.

“Poe, it’s time for me to do what I can,” you stated, piloting your ship directly down to the planet's surface. 

As you broke away from the main fight, and now the cannons which they were worried about protecting, the TIE’s didn’t even bother chasing you, breaking off and returning to chasing others. 

“Y/N... I’m not sure what can be done at this point,” Poe’s defeated tone came through just slightly.

You came to land on the surface of the planet and popped upon the visor of your cockpit, “Everyone is giving everything they have. Even their lives... I have to be prepared to do the same.”

“What do you me-” you couldn’t hear Poe as you jumped out of your cockpit.

Ruie beeped worriedly at you, “I have to try.”

You came to sit on the floor, the gray dust staining your legs as you assumed a meditative stance. Your eyes came to a close and you began to focus. The sounds of ships exploding and lasers flying through the air getting further and further away as you went into the depths of your mind. For months, you had been keeping it locked in, confining your power to a smallness that wouldn’t affect the galaxy. 

Enough. You had enough. 

The power within you began to rise, as you allowed your former powers to finally be brought to the surface. You couldn’t afford to hold anything back, and you were ready to unleash everything you had within you, it was time for you to finally show up in this war. 

The dust around you began to shake violently, the particles beginning to take on a new weight and float into the air. Your body naturally began to rise along with the particles, every cell in your body brimming with the newfound energy beginning to fill them. 

You had never felt like this before. 

Power, rippled off of you in waves. The force felt solid around you, an emanation from your form. Unbeknownst to you, your body had continued to float, rising higher and higher as you seemed to have your own gravitational pull. You had risen to the level of the star destroyers, and were still rising higher into the atmosphere. Your power only grew more and more, it felt like it was almost too much to bear as more and more energy rushed into you. 

“General!” one of the workers on a star destroyer yelled.

“What is it?” Enric Pryde, the General of their forces shouted back.

“What... what is that?” they pointed straight out of the window!

The General rushed forward and peered out the window to see... you in a crossed position, floating higher and higher just in front of their ship.

He gasped and fear filled him, “Fire! Fire on him now!”

All of the weapons from the capital ship suddenly stopped firing at the ships around it and all veered their aim over towards the object in front of them.

“What the hell?” Poe exasperatedly questioned. “What are they-”

His eyes followed the new target of their weapons and his eyes widened, “Y/N!”

They fired.

Dozens of cannons all centralized on your body began to fire. Though, as they did, their lasers failed to hit their target. Every single laser that came close to you, were all reflected in other directions. Your body continued to float, unaffected by the barrage of lasers intended to reduce you to ashes. 

“That’s impossible,” Pryde shook in his uniform.

You could feel Finn on the surface of the star destroyer, intending to be left behind to destroy the resetting navigation tower. Rey and Ben were fighting together against Palpatine, but they were losing. You could feel the life drain out of them both as Palpatine stole their life force. 

“There’s too many of them!” Snap was being tailed by multiple TIE’s.

You felt his life force be snuffed out as well.

More and more of your fighters were being destroyed, “Alpha 3 is down!”

“What do we do? They’re behi-ah!” 

Your heart ached, and a tear fell down your face as you felt the loss of life around you. However, you went even deeper, pulling out everything that you possibly had. 

Thunder began anew... no... it was no thunder, but lightning. Lightning shot up from the surface of the planet and exploded thousands of feet in the air. Branches of lightning pulsed outwards in every direction, popping and sizzling around the small bubble that had formed around you. Rey... You barely felt her at all and you knew the lightning was because of Palpatine. It took out every single Resistance ship in the air, frying their systems and sending them into disarray, leaving only the Final Order aircraft to remain unharmed. 

“Be with me,” Rey’s voice came through like a whisper in your ears.

She held on for life on the ground, drained of her energy as she attempted to connect with the Jedi who came before her.

“Rey... fight,” you willed to her. “We are not alone. We have those who came before us. We have those who fought the same as we must fight.”

“Rise.”

“Rise.”

“We stand behind you.”

The voices of the former Jedi began to fill your ears as they connected with you and Rey. 

“Stand!”

Your eyes opened. Blinding white shone through your right eye, an inescapable darkness flowing through your left. The lightning died down around you finally, and the booms of the light behind you illuminated your figure as you overlooked the hundreds of star destroyers. 

“Systems are back online!” Poe shouted as the plummeting ships finally gained their bearings and began to fly back into the fight. 

You raised your arms to the sides, a loud thunderclap striking behind you, a heavy gust of wind barreling outwards that shook even the ships in the air. The glowing from your eyes began to emanate further, your entire body now radiating like a star in the night.

“You guys need a hand-” Lando Calrissian’s voice had come over the communications line as thousands of ships began to come out of hyperspace behind you.

Your eyes narrowed and you began to amass the power you were unleashing into your arms.

“By the grace of the maker...” 

Poe’s hand came to protect his eyes from the blinding light that you were giving.

Rearing your hand back, force energy began swirling around you further, and shadows began to fill your sides. Slowly, on your left and right sides respectively, previous Sith and Jedi masters began to materialize. You could feel their knowledge, their wisdom flowing through you, and electricity began to crackle off of your body. The clouds in the sky began to flurry around you and focus into your palm behind you. 

“This is what he feared...” Pryde dropped to his knees on his bridge.

With a mighty yell from the depths of your chest, using all the strength you had, you slammed your palm forward. The electricity that your body generated shot through the center of your palm like a spear before it split, arcing wide and far, reaching every last capital ship. The gale of the winds pushed forward as well, acting as a solid press to place the force of planets on top of them. The electricity overcame every ship much like Palpatine's blast did but conversely, ripping through all of the Final Order star destroyers without mercy. Their systems and engines were fried and on top of that, the gravitational force of your push was so heavy, it sent ships weighing hundreds of thousands of pounds to plummet and crash down to the ground. 

The pilots in their ships were all struck in awe. Not only the band of Resistance fighters you had left, but the thousands of ships that had just exited hyperspace to witness what had just occurred. Though you sprung to action, knowing that Finn and Jannah were still on the command ship trying to take out the tower. You soared through the sky, rushing straight down to catch the two of them with the Force. Just as you did so, the Falcon and Poe’s x-wing came up alongside you floating in the air.

“Need some solid ground?” Lando smirked as Chewie opened the hatch of the ship. 

A very perplexed and slightly terrified Finn and Jannah floated back into the ship with your help and you began to float over yourself.

“Did we just win?” Poe said over the comms.

Cheers and applause erupted into the line as everyone began to celebrate the biggest victory the galaxy had seen. 

The bright emanation was dying off of you more and more and you chuckled, “I think we did.”

You could also feel that Rey had won her battle as well, defeating Palpatine. I knew she could do it. Though, you couldn’t feel Ben anymore and heaved a sad sigh, he had finally gotten back to where he belonged just for him to be lost. 

The sounds of explosions rocked the world as dozens of the ships slammed against the ground and cracked apart. You looked on in wonder, genuinely surprised that you were able to pull it off. Though, just as you finally breathed your own sigh of relief and were about to enter the Falcon yourself, you felt something.

Your eyes drew over to where the ground was beginning to shake and rumble. A dark energy swirling just along the surface of the planet, seemingly trying to break free. The rocks began to split and open, and your worst fear was confirmed. A single star destroyer emerged from the ground.

An evil and ragged voice spoke from the bridge, a man whose face was covered by a mask, “Fire!”

If that ship fired and hit the surface of the planet, it wouldn’t matter how fast a ship might be, there was no way they would be able to get out of the blast zone... they were going to give up their ship and their lives just to kill all of you? 

“There’s not enough time to stop them from firing! All ships, evacuate, now!” Poe screamed.

You knew no one would make it out in time and so instead, you grunted and pushed forward, flying straight at the ship.

“Y/N! What are you doing? Get out of there!” Poe yelled, his fear lacing every word. 

You flew as fast as you possibly could, seeing the underbelly cannon begin to turn and take on a red hue as it prepared to fire. You flew straight into the front of the cannon, and closed your eyes.

“What is he doing? It’s suicide!” Rose cried out.

“Sai kosh’a nuyak vithar. Tul’shai sai qanase, nor’shrae nu sharji nuyak veritas. Kad jae kul’the zorkis, sa drazen… Shynai’Kura Viri’sithal,” you chanted before opening your eyes once more. (I am unbroken. Nothing may pierce my armor nor glide close to my allies. Once the truth is revealed, none shall bypass... Shield of the Unyielding Warrior.)

The cannon fired.

You reached your hand forward and intercepted, manifesting a force shield in front of you. The red beam’s weight was heavy, too heavy. You strained as your entire body threatened to break underneath the force of the blast. The beam that was intended for the planet’s surface just below you, was now being forced back by you. Your arm sizzled with the heat from it, and you felt your strength draining further and further. 

The ships that were flying helplessly in the sky could do nothing but simply watch as their fates were held in this moment. 

You were beginning to get pushed back, and you began to yell, trying to build your power back up. If you failed, everything up until now meant nothing. Everyone would die and you would lose anyways. 

“I am with you,” you heard a voice to your left. 

You turned to see the faint outline of your sister also holding her hand out, helping you fight back against the deadly force. Tears threatened to burst forth and you felt a presence to your right, gazing over to see now your father by your side.

“Let’s show them what happens when they try to hurt our family!” your father bellowed.

You smiled, turning back towards the beam of light in front of you and solidified your determination. Pushing back as hard as you could, you were actually beginning to push forward. Slowly and surely, you were beginning to overwhelm the beam!

“You can do this, Y/N. You can do this,” Poe whispered into his cockpit.

“Ahhhhh!” with the last of your strength, you surged forward and pulsed out a last push of your energy. 

It completely overcame the beam and reversed the direction of the flow, sending it flying straight back into the ship and destroying it completely!

Once again, cheers and yells filled the ears of everyone who could hear. The threat to the galaxy was finally over.

Though as you finally defeated your enemy, you didn’t have a drop of energy left in you and your body sagged. Hundreds of feet up in the air... you began to plummet.

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One-on-One

Pairing: Professor Henry Cavill x Student Male Reader

Genre: Fluffy Smut, MDNI

Kinks/Warnings/Notes: AMAB Reader; Calling the reader a slut, a whore; Calling the reader a good boy, praise; Slapping and spanking; Age gap; Professor x Student

Length: 5.1k words, Fic

Synopsis: You're one of the lucky few to have ever experienced one of Professor Cavill's lectures. And you are the lucky, singular person to have ever experienced his heart-racing one-on-one session.

A/N: oml hiiii! If you're reading this, then thank you very much! this is my first time writing something over a thousand words (of my own volition) in probably 3 years at least! It's also my first time writing serious smut GAHAHAHAH I would appreciate feedback (totally optional), but most of all, hope you enjoy :D

Credits: @/aquazero for the divider and @/starboye for helping me with formatting and tagging!! ^-^

I picked this one just for you! I hope it’s sweet and juicy…

You’ve always liked your Ancient Mythologies Studies class. It was an easy A, one that came packaged with an interesting topic to boot. Who doesn’t want to hear of the religions and myths of civilizations from thousands and thousands of years ago?

The answer is most people. It was one of the smallest classes–even with a size cap of twenty, it had barely filled out ten slots. It seemed most people simply didn’t take interest in the subject. That meant that most people were poor, unfortunate people, because they didn’t have the pleasure of knowing Professor Cavill. 

Professor Cavill had worked at the university teaching their Ancient Mythologies Studies class for the past several years. He was a graduate of this school and, after having established himself as a prominent archaeologist, he opted to take time and teach a course for two sessions weekly. In his words he, “Wanted to help inspire any young people with a passion for learning about those that came before us.” 

You had found those words so, so interesting. But it was more so about the man saying them. 

Professor Cavill–Henry–was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-forties. He was kind and considerate to each member of his class, treating them with a warmth and manner you’d read about in an overly unrealistic romance novel. And yet, he was very much real. You had class with him every Monday morning and Friday night. 

Classes which you would sit in, bouncing your leg and hiding a raging boner as you watched the man fiddle with and adjust his tie. 

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“Y/N, are you sure you’d rather not attend the festivities?” 

Ah, just your luck, wasn’t it? Your college had been holding a concert for a handful of its alumni to celebrate their band’s first national tour. The university had decided that, due to the band falling under the alternative genre, they would allow classes to continue should any students or staff be disinterested. 

It just so happened that, as much as you weren’t opposed to them, you also weren’t heavily inclined to actually attend their show. You had figured that at least one of your ten classmates would feel the same. 

Apparently not.

Hence, you now sat alone in a small lecture room, the chairs beside you empty as you stared at your beloved professor, Professor Cavill. 

“Ah, no, professor. Were you looking to attend?” 

“Myself? My personal taste doesn’t align with their music. As much as I love Clive-” 

Clive was the lead singer and, as you recall, one of Professor Cavill’s former students. 

“-we’ll be meeting for a congratulations dinner tomorrow evening. We’ve already discussed.”

He smiled, dimples forming, as he flipped open his files for the night’s lecture. 

Then he had to reach for his stupid tie. 

“Would you mind if I loosened my tie? I’ve been feeling warm as of earlier this evening.” 

His large, somewhat hairy hand was already holding the knot one either side. He did it often; you had come to suspect it was an unconscious habit at times. He would tug at his tie, calling attention to his strong chest or those bulging biceps…

Damn his stupid tie. Today, it was his blue tie, one you knew to be one of his favourites. He wore it at least thrice a month, most often during Friday sessions.

Every time he would touch it, toy with it, it sent shivers down your spine and blood straight to your cock. You almost weren’t sure if you hated or loved that he was almost never without one.

“Ah, not at all, Sir. Go ahead.” 

“Thank you, Y/N.”

God, your name sounded so good out of his mouth. He drew the syllables out, gave it this weight that you hadn’t heard your name spoken with before. You could get addicted to the way he had said it just now. You were tempted to find an excuse to have him say it again. 

That opportunity came as, for the first time, he pushed past absentminded tugs at his tie and now pulled the knot away from his chest. For the first time, you saw his neck without the tie drawing attention. It almost sounded manic to say but… the sight began to draw you in. 

And then he overshot it. The tie came off, knot still done, but it was completely removed now. He stared down at the cloth before using his free hand to undo it, leaving it nice and straight in his hand. 

“Do you mind if I forgo it?”

Eye contact. He made eye contact with those god damn near hypnotising eyes. They really were unique; the man had something called segmental heterochromia. He had mentioned it once before. It meant that his left iris, though mostly blue like his right, had a patch of brown in its upper half. 

It felt mystifying, like a siren whose song you couldn’t ignore. He continued to look at you, and without him breaking eye contact, you were hopelessly unable to do so yourself. Instead, you simply muttered a weak response. 

“Go ahead, Sir.”

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Class seemed to fly by. Your hand wrote on its own as your legs bounced, mind and senses completely and utterly hinged on the man’s every word and movement. Though he entranced you each time you sat in on his lectures, tonight was different. You had always blamed his tie. It’s the tie. The playing with the tie, his stature with it, that’s what you blamed for your constant erections. 

But it was difficult to deny it when, as the man orated with his tie discarded, you found your cock throbbing more eagerly than you can remember it having ever done before.

Sweat rolled down your forehead from the heat you were feeling. You cursed yourself, begging that the man would somehow not notice the warmth that afflicted you. But, as you let yourself look at him again, really look at him, you were both relieved and mortified to find that he was under the same circumstances. 

“Is the air conditioning broken?”

His words were breathless as he fanned himself with his papers. He was tugging at his collar now, further exposing his neck, now slick with sweat. It seemed to be bothering him more than it was you, somehow. 

“I-I think so.”

You could barely manage to let the words out. Your breathing had gotten unsteady, mind and body unable to focus as the man groaned from the discomfort. Seemingly without realising, his hand undid the two topmost buttons of his shirt. It exposed his chest–a strong chest covered in wild, dark black hair that you had been completely oblivious to the glorious existence of.

“Y/N? Are you alright? Is something-”

Of course now he notices your stares. It couldn’t have been when it was something that was easily explained away, like you were staring at him due to intent listening. No, it had to be when your gaze, which he followed, led down to his exposed chest. His exposed chest which had, mortifyingly, caused a wet spot to form in your pants. 

“Ah, my apologies. Let me redo my button-” 

“No! I mean-”

Your words came out too eager. Your brain was screaming at your mouth not to speak, to not make an utter fool of yourself. But your mouth chose to go rogue, instead opting to speak like a horned-up teen begging his boyfriend to keep making out with him. 

“Y-you don’t have to. I don’t mind.” 

An eyebrow was cocked in your direction. 

“Is that so, Y/N?” 

Your silence was used to scream, rather than actually think of anything remotely close to damage control. 

“Y-yes Sir. I don’t mind if you keep your buttons undone.”

“If that’s the case, then…” 

Was this… reality? Surely it could be. It was impossible. 

You were sitting there, cock leaking with precum like you were a virgin watching your first porno, as your handsome professor began to undo buttons, one after another. He was exposing himself further and further with each passing second, each button exposing a new section of chiselled, hairy, sweat-covered skin.

His breaths were deep and heavy, sighs and groans of relief sending more and more sensations to your cock. Every vibration of his vocal chords seemed to be felt in full force by your erection, not helping your situation in any way whatsoever. 

Then the man had the gall to take his shirt off, folding it neatly and placing it aside. 

His body truly was magnificent. Plush, thick muscles were a constant, whether you looked at his chest, his abs, his shoulders, or any of his muscles. They radiated strength, covered in that same black hair as on his chest and equally slick with sweat. His body glistened under the dim light of the lights hanging above, almost like a gladiator fresh from battle. 

How the hell were you supposed to react? What the hell were you supposed to do? 

“Y/N, it’s hot, isn’t it? Would you mind if I further… undressed?”

How the hell were you supposed to say no to that? 

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It was almost pathetic how easily the man got you to fish your cock out of your strained pants. Little more than an offhanded request, actually. 

Now you sat, pants and underwear around your ankles, your own shirt unbuttoned, as you feverishly pumped your erect dick. Your hand glided up and down due to the slickness of your overflowing precum, breathing unstable and desperate. But you were helpless, the possibility of you stopping a distant memory.

Professor Cavill was now nearly nude. He had discarded his elegant brown leather shoes and well-tailored pants, also in a neat pile on his desk. It left him, his statuesque form, completely exposed to you and your horny, unabashedly feral mind. It was a wonder you hadn’t cum yet. 

“Keep pumping for me, Y/N. Be a good boy and keep going.” 

Fuck, you couldn’t stop. Not when he said your name in a gruff, demanding voice. Not when he called you the sweetest pet names. Not when he stared at you, panting and eager, with a hunger that a predator has for its prey. 

Most especially when his cock strained against dark, black fabric, as he rubbed along his clothed shaft as he took in the sight of your desperate form. 

“Prof-” 

“Henry. Call me Henry, Y/N.” 

Shit, you could feel your cum about to well up and burst. 

“Henry!” 

He gave you a curt nod of approval. Your stomach pulsed with excitement. 

“P-please, fuck me-!” 

You looked at him, eyes wide and begging, and desperately awaited a reply. With mercy, he gave you one. 

“Alright, Y/N. I’ll fuck you.” 

You let out a pathetic, strangled mewl as your cum sprayed up and onto your sweaty torso. 

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Henry–gah, you got to call him Henry–had a cock that you couldn’t fully process was actually human. It was too perfect. It was thick, nearly as thick as your wrist though thankfully just short. It was lengthy, having had to be nine or ten inches at full mast. His balls were heavy, full of cum that he was eager to let out, and the base of his shaft was buried in a wild, thick, furry bush. 

It was so close to you. It throbbed in front of you as you sat in your chair, the proximity allowing you to see the thick, pulsing vein that ran from base to near the tip. It let you watch as that fat, mushroom tip leaked a viscous, sticky precum. It lets you inhale that delicious, heady musk, intoxicating your mind and sending it reeling. 

It was almost too much to process. Almost.

You were far, far too eager to begin sucking on the fat shaft. Who could blame you? People would pay good money to get a taste of a cock this perfect. 

Fuck, the taste! A salty, somehow indescribably masculine taste, that flooded and overwhelmed your mind. It felt like you were at risk of addiction. Nothing had ever or would ever taste this damn divine. The copious amounts of thick, even saltier, precum being pumped into your throat was an excellent, equally addictive addition.

Even though it hurt and strained your jaw to stretch that wide and accommodate its length, the activity felt simply euphoric. If Henry would let you, you’d opt to do nothing more and nothing less than worship his cock, day and night. 

“That’s a good, good boy, Y/N. Lube up my cock.”

You always were one to follow Henry’s instructions. Always one to listen, to be a good, obedient puppy. Maybe that’s why you were his favourite. 

And, as he uttered praise and guided your head with a large hand’s firm grip, you certainly weren’t going to start disobeying now. With a hum of acknowledgement, you dutifully continued your task.

Once satisfied, Henry grunted and lightly tapped the back of your head. 

“That’s good, baby. That’s enough. Come, get off my cock now.” 

Part of you wanted to resist. How were you supposed to tear yourself away from his dick? It sounded impossible. But, you were eager for his praise, to hear him call you a good boy again. So, with one last deep dive down, your nose pressed into his hairy bush and your lips to the base of his shaft, you reluctantly pulled your face away and off of his delicious dick. 

“Good fucking boy. You’re a very, very good boy, Y/N.” 

Your cock throbbed with lust-filled need as you nodded with pure excitement. 

“You deserve a reward. Lay on my desk, Y/N, and let me take care of your now.” 

This was somehow the easiest instruction of the night to follow. You found yourself, now nude with your clothes having been folded just like Henry’s, laying on your back on his wooden desk. The surface felt cold and hard, but the feeling of a sturdy base comforted you. You knew that you’d need it. 

As you took deep, steady breaths. The first of the night, actually. Your mind was trained on one thing, one concern rather. 

How would you take his monstrous cock? 

The answer would come soon. Without warning, your legs were lifted by two strong hands. You looked down, seeing as Henry in all his glory set your ankles on his broad shoulders. He began pressing light kisses to your skin, beard tickling your skin, as he maintained unwavering eye contact. It caused you to let out a soft laugh, which he opted to respond to. 

“Your voice is beautiful, Y/N. Save it for me, okay?” 

You felt it then. His fat, throbbing, steaming hot cock was set beside yours, pressed between your dick and your thigh. He was slowly and subtly moving his hips back and forth, groaning at the sensational friction.

“You’ll let me hear you sing tonight, yeah? Let me hear your wonderful voice, Y/N.” 

His words were sweet like honey. It was almost enough to distract you from the prodding of his thick fingers against your tight hole. But, as you felt them push past your tight ring of muscle, your voice came out like the gates had been torn down, a moan resounding through the room. 

“There you go. Good boy… moan for me. Let me hear each and every one, okay?” 

You stared at him, eyes half-lidded, and nodded with an eager need to please.

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“Deep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths for me now…”

How could someone so sweet cause so much pain? Henry was hunched over, his large, comforting hands on either side of your head as he hovered his face no more than four inches from yours. His heavy breaths fanned against your cheeks as he kept a steady, solid eye contact between you two. It was wondrous how much fire brewed within you from such a mundane act. 

“Are you ready? I’m going to insert the tip, alright?” 

He looked at you with such care and concern that it almost shocked you. He was a big, hulking man with a terrifyingly huge cock, but as it has come to be shown, a larger heart. It was so damn cheesy, wasn’t it? 

But that didn’t matter as you nodded once again, body unable to take the anticipation, the waiting, for him to shove his fat cock inside. 

…Except maybe it had to. His cockhead slipped inside with ease, but that wasn’t to say it wasn’t fucking painful. You let out a strangled half-moan half-scream, and within seconds, those large hands were patting the side of your head.

“Y/N? Is it too much? I’ll stop, okay? Should I pull out?”

Henry was kissing your forehead, your cheeks, the sides of your lips. He muttered small praises and comforts, every other kiss targeting a tear that had fallen from the pain. He kept true to his word; his hips remained still, his cock not pushing a millimetre further inside. It was from that moment of calm that, as you adjusted to the burning stretch, you were able to speak. 

“D-don’t. Just- give me a second to-“ 

You huffed out, desperate for air. 

“-adjust!” 

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tasted, somehow, better than his cock. It wasn’t quite something you could place, to be frank. It was a savoury taste, one with hints of candies you couldn’t identify and a tea whose flavour you couldn’t imagine. But it was entirely and wholly the delicious thing you’ve ever or will ever have. 

That was worth getting addicted to. And if Henry would let you, you’d chase that taste every single moment you can. Something told you that yeah, he would. 

“You’re doing so, so good for me, Y/N. So good, you feel so good…” 

Henry’s voice was low and comforting, just as much, if not more than his calming touches. He spoke in whispers between each kiss, and it led you to slowly, but surely, adjust to the pain. Before you had even realised, all you felt was the desire for him to push even further. 

“H-Henry, you can move now… please…” 

“Are you sure, Y/N?” 

Hearing your name roll off his tongue, so casual by this point, only cemented your enthusiasm. You nodded slowly and weakly, smiling the best you could. 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful… Hold on to me, and tell me if I need to stop, okay?” 

Your cock nearly bounced at the praise. You eked out another nod as your hands came up to rest on his shoulders, leading him to return your smile with one of his own. And fuck, it was gorgeous. 

He kept his movement slow. It was torturous, but you could appreciate the time and the caution he took. His face watched yours, now scanning for any sign of pain or discomfort. At every wince or scrunch, he would stop, waiting for a nod or smile as your sign of readiness. 

“You feel excellent, Y/N. Being with you… I could get obsessed with this feeling, you know?” 

He leaned down to kiss you yet again. He kissed you, giving you yet another helping of that impossibly lovely taste: his taste. 

And then… then he brushed against your prostate, his cock like a mallet smashing into a button. Even slow, it sent a shock up your spine and a resulting heat through your nerves. Your loud, vulgar moans were taken with great joy and adoration from Henry, his smile only growing fonder. 

“You sound so good, Y/N. Let it out for me…” 

Perhaps you took it a tad too far as your cock, with the pressure to your prostate, burst with another spray of hot, sticky cum that painted both tour and Henry’s stomachs. Such a reaction was met with a warm laughter. 

“Not what I meant, but I’m not complaining. It’s good to know you feel good, baby.” 

He leaned in for yet another kiss and, in the hypnotising exchange, you just barely processed a large, encapsulating hand taking hold of your cock. Henry began to spread your cum across your own shaft, using it to pump your still-sensitive cock towards unbearable pleasure. 

“I’m gonna keep making you feel good, okay?” 

Sweat had beaded all over your skin now, streams running down your body as Henry’s own dripped down and onto your frame. He was pushing just a bit faster now—you almost couldn’t take the wait any longer. That once painful stretch had evolved into pleasure. It had evolved from a burning heat contained to your ass and spread into this resounding, unending warmth washing through you. In the process, it had devolved you into a writhing, moaning mess.

His cock was large, that was certainly clear. It was the kind of large that made your stomach bulge, the kind that you knew you wouldn’t ever be able to take with ease no matter how many times it had fucked you. And shit, you hoped that it would fuck you so, so many more times. 

But your composure only broke down further when his cock seemed to reach so impossibly deep inside, spreading your insides apart like it was trying to break you. Moan after moan fell out as your back arched involuntarily, only accentuating the bulge in your stomach. 

“Baby? Y/N?” 

You hadn’t even realised it, but Henry had stopped pushing himself deeper. Now, as he buried into what felt like the core of you and sent waves of electrifying heat with even the slightest twitch of his dick, his hips were flush against yours. He had bottomed out. 

“Henry…” 

Words other than the man’s name didn’t seem to be able to form. He, however, had so much to say. 

“Fuck, you’re amazing, Y/N. You’re taking me so damn well…” 

The hand not on your cock let go of your face and glided down your body, tracing lines down your shaking body, and stopped just over the bulging portion of your stomach. He brushed it gently, causing yet another crackle of electricity to wrack through you.

“Can… can I start to move?” 

Oh, you could’ve broken your neck with how fast you agreed.

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“Shit, shit! You feel so damn good, Y/N.” 

Henry’s calm demeanour had taken a backseat. It was still there, in careful touches to your face and sweet caresses of your body. You could still hear it in every little praise he threw out, and every loving glance he gave your half-lidded eyes. 

His hips, though, had practically lost any form of restraint. 

He withdrew and pushed back in with speed and force, hips slamming with a harsh and sharp slap. Your ass felt sore by this point, but it was a warm, comfortable soreness when paired with the sheer, blinding pleasure of Henry’s cock. 

By the gods, the pleasure was insane. It was driving you mad, your vision going white. His cock, no matter how many times it was thrust into you, remained impossibly large and impossibly deep-reaching. It felt as though it only went deeper and deeper with each push, a result of your fractured state. 

But how could one stay sane when their body was being overwhelmed with such unimaginable pleasure. 

As drool began to spill and your eyes rolled back, Henry was quick to grab you by the chin and lock you into yet another kiss. Unlike the times before, though it carried the same sweetness, it was now heavy with a hunger, a need. He hungered for you, and he needed to fucking ruin you. 

And Henry’s a man who accomplishes his goals, isn’t he? He began thrusting into your harder, harsher than he had before. He thrust over and over and over again, his movements without a single missed beat or second of hesitation. 

His kisses remained constant too. His thick, strong tongue had shoved its way past your pretty lips and began to gnash against your tongue. It was a strange but nonetheless mind numbingly good feeling to have him invade your body even further. 

By now, his grip had transferred to and firmed on your hips. He kept you nice and planted in place on that damn sturdy desk of his, even as each thrust threatened its integrity. His pace was relentless, the wood starting to creak with his forcefulness. 

He drew back, saliva still stringing your mouth and his. 

“Y-you feel good, Y/N?” 

Who knew this man could stutter? But fuck, he made it sound hot. He sounded so lost in the pleasure, and even then, so firm in his every word. 

“Y-yes!” 

He gave a crooked smile at your words. 

“Good! Do you like the way I taste, Y/N? The way my spit tastes?” 

How vulgar was that? And how vulgar was it that, the second you tried to respond with a very clear yes, he decided to drop a fat glob of hot spit onto your cheek? He brought his thumb up to rub it into your skin and, hell, you were about to thank him for it. 

You couldn’t as he cut you off with yet another breathtaking kiss. You were left panting and unable to speak at all when he pulled away.

“You’re a whore, you know? A beautiful, obedient, whore.” 

His words carried no malice, only a heavy lust that he was just barely stopping from pushing him towards ruining your body completely. 

“But you’re my whore, alright? Don’t you ever fucking forget.” 

He slapped your cheek. It wasn’t one of anger, moreso just trying to snap you into focus. He wanted an answer and, as his best and favourite student, he knew he would get a reply out of you. 

“I-I’m your whore, sir!” 

It was a miracle you could speak, really. It was especially miraculous because the second he heard that, with one resounding slam of his hips into yours, you felt it. 

“Fuck, Y/N!”

In the moment, as you arched your back and let your mouth flow with moans at the highest possible volume, Henry’s cock pumped gush after gush of burning hot, viscous, cum. 

It felt like molten steel, an impossible extreme of everything that semen was meant to be. And as such, it brought the pleasure you felt from having your stomach pumped full of it to a high that you could never reach with any drug imaginable. 

And through it, his hips hadn’t chosen to stop. Every thrust was now being punctuated with a new load of cum filling your already full belly, each one followed then with another slap to your ass or lust-driven proclamation of love. 

“God, I love your tight fucking ass-”

You were screaming as you came at the height of the moment’s intensity.

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You weren’t sure when the night ended, exactly. It seemed that the man had fucked you for hours on end, until he had emptied his fat balls’ storage of cum and filled your belly with it. He had fucked you till your cock hurt, and each climax produced a dry orgasm due to empty tanks. 

He had fucked you till you were left unable to think of anything but his cock and the taste of his sweet, delicious lips.  

And now, he was buried deep inside you still, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck as you desperately gasped for air. 

“Did I go too hard? Are you hurt, Y/N?” 

Your body was, in fact, aching. It was this numb, almost muffled pain that was eclipsed—or perhaps even part of—this euphoric pleasure that continued to grasp you. Things no longer felt real, at this point, but a dream you’d rather not wake from. 

But things were very much reality, and that included a high-off-sex and full-of-affection Henry. 

“I apologise for the slaps, they were rather forceful…” 

You managed out a shake of the head to signal a no. The laugh that he gave, boisterous yet quiet, made your heart pound again. 

“I see. I suppose we’ll need ample time to explore what we both enjoy, hm?” 

The idea of more time with Henry, more time doing this, was certainly exciting. He didn’t need more than your dumb little smile, one you couldn’t wipe off your face even if you wanted or tried to, to tell you thought. 

“I can see you like the prospect, hm?” 

Another chuckle and another kiss. What bliss this was. 

“I’m going to pull out now, so that we can both get cleaned up, okay? Just breathe for me, Y/N, just like earlier.” 

You tried to follow, you really did. But as your hole was quickly left empty, gaping and clenching around nothing, you couldn’t help but whine unintelligible mutterings. Henry responded with even more pecks to your lips and caresses to your soft, delicate skin. 

Henry was certainly a gentleman. He had taken some tissues from the box he reserved for students with colds and used then to to clean the outer portion of your sloppy hole. His hands, as large as they were, moved soft and delicate, careful not to press against any overly sensitive parts. 

He had taken to cleaning himself—drying his cock, much to your dismay, with more paper towels. He had noticed your sadness and, with an admittedly smug smirk, said he’d allow you to suck his cock clean next time. It was still strange, even after the night you had had with him, to hear such lewd language uttered from the refined man’s mouth.

By the time he had dressed himself, your breathing had steadied. Your backside was still sore and leaking, but he had promised to help with that back at his apartment. 

Wait.

His apartment? 

“Ah, would you rather not? I can clean you up in the facilities here and-” 

“No, no! I’d-”

You coughed. All the sweat, mixed with what was now cool night air, had left your body just a tad sick. Well, that and the exhaustion from having taken on such an impossible task and cock. 

“-love to. I’d love to go home with you, Henry.” 

He smiled like he hadn’t heard anything quite as lovely before. You smiled back in return. 

He was the eager to tug on your boxers and wrap you in his suit jacket as a means of decency. He lifted you up bridal-style and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The man was strong and, with the ease that was carrying you, he even held your folded clothing in the hand supporting your butt. 

You even found the strength to be humorous in the moment, letting out a joking, “Ooh, strong guy, huh?” 

He graced you yet again with one of those pure, unadulterated laughs.

“I’m glad to have had this one on one session with you, Y/N. Certainly was productive, wasn’t it?”

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The Son: Chapter 24

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: I screamed while writing this, then again while getting ready to write this author note because… THE SMUT IS FINALLY HERE!!! I am so sorry this took ages, school has been kicking my ass and this smut was testing me, but I hope that it’s good enough to make up for lost time! While I knew this was gonna be a slowburn series, I did not expect it to take this long even though yeah they've been together for a few chapters by now... but oh well?? Also, this chapter was beta’d by the lovely @h1gh-funct1on1ng-soc1opath !! So huge shoutout and thank you to them! Check out their amazing works as well for more male reader and beyond! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, SMUT, NSFW (18+), Kissing, Rimming, Fingering, Unprotected Sex, Breeding, Dirty Talk, End of the world sex? lol, Choking, Biting, Overstimulation, Masturbation/Mutual, Rough Sex AND Soft Sex?, Praise???, Slight Possessiveness?

Word Count: 6,782

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“What?” you could see Poe’s heart drop.

Your connection to the force was finally rectified and you felt it clear as day; Leia was gone, “I don’t understand...”

You wondered if the Resistance had been attacked or something along those lines until the connection became clearer to you. It wasn’t as if you could see or hear anything, necessarily, but the information was given to you intuitively. She had given her life in hopes to save her son. 

“Where’s Rey?” 

Poe didn’t respond for a few moments, still swallowing what he thought he heard you say before coughing it up, “She... she went after the wayfinder but Kylo came. They fought but we couldn’t see clearly. We don’t know what happened to Kylo but we saw Rey take off in his ship.”

Maybe Leia transferred her life energy to Kylo after Rey struck him down? Impossible, force healing requires direct touch, let alone the incredible distance she was away. She must have projected herself outwards to try to connect with him, knowing that he most likely... didn’t have much time before he truly fell to the dark side. And where did Rey go? She wouldn’t just abandon us… I have to trust she knows what she’s doing, we have enough to worry about right now.

“Poe, I’m sorry.” You walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, “General Leia is gone. She gave the last of her strength to reach Kylo one last time.”

He kept his eyes locked on yours while you spoke, trying to see if there was any hint of uncertainty in your gaze while he fell into his shock. He finally broke your gaze and looked to the floor while his hand came up to rest on yours, releasing a huff of breath which he was most likely holding while you spoke. 

“How are we supposed to do this without her?” he whispered. “And now we’ve probably lost the wayfinder, Rey is AWOL...”

“Hey, we’ll do whatever we can, ok?” Your other hand came up to his cheek to bring his eyes back to you, “We’ll go back to base, regroup, come up with something. We have to.”

His eyes were filled with vulnerability as they met yours, “Y/N, I...”

You knew his feelings exactly, the fear that you would lose this war and ultimately, each other, “I know. Let’s not go there just yet. Catch me up on everything else.”

He nodded while he blinked a few times, sniffling, “We fixed the ship enough to take back off and we’re heading back to the Resistance.”

“What about Jannah and the rest of them?” you questioned.

“Turns out, all former Finns, they defected as well. Left them behind but with our number, I think we can count on their help,” Poe explained.

You hummed while nodding before you talked for a short while longer, knowing that you had to go break the news to Chewie as well. It was painful, Leia was one of Chewie’s oldest friends, and one of the only remaining ones after Han and Luke had died. The cries he let out were the most gut wrenching you had heard in any species, and you were there for him with Poe along with Finn after telling him as well.

It was a difficult ride back through hyperspace for all of you, memories of your time with Leia coming back to you nostalgically. Though, not long after everyone became aware, the ship had exited hyperspace and was back on Ajan Kloss.

After landing the ship, your group all came out defeatedly. Your endeavor only resulted in nothing, and the Resistance that you were coming back to didn’t have your incredible General to welcome you either. Lieutenant Connix was there to greet your team with a solemn expression on her face as well. She was leadership in the Resistance almost as long as Leia was involved, making her one of Leia’s closest confidants in the Resistance. They must have been very close.  

“There’s terrible news,” she informed.

“We know,” Poe sighed. “The Resistance has lost its best leader.”

She pursed her lips slightly and sighed, “It’s not just Leia. Come with me.”

You and Poe shared a concerned look before taking off after her, Chewie going off somewhere else as he was still processing his grief and Finn heading elsewhere. Following Connix, you eventually reached central command, a bunch of stations set up outside near the cave entrance in the jungle. Waiting for you there were Rose and Beaumont, another high ranking Resistance member in intelligence. 

He was the one who spoke as you arrived, “Kijimi has been destroyed.”

You gasped and Poe took a step forward hurriedly, “Kijimi? How?”

“A blast from a star destroyer,” Connix explained. “A ship from the new Sith fleet. Out of the unknowns.”

Poe turned and sighed, his eyes closing defeatedly while Beaumont circled, “The Emperor sent a ship from Exegol. Does that mean every ship in the fleet...”

“Has planet killing weapons,” Poe finished his line of thought. “Of course they do. All of them, this is how he finishes it.”

Even now that you’ve re-established your connection with your dark nature, you felt more confident though. Even if you were to unleash your full power at what you knew was the incoming nexus event, would even that be enough to win the war?

“To believe he was capable of something of this scope,” you thought out loud, thinking back to how you feared the worst out of him after his actions years ago.

One of the monitors began to chime and Rose leaned over to check on it, “Listen.”

Everyone quieted down and walked closer to the monitor as it was playing an audio message. 

“It’s on every frequency,” Rose mentioned as she flipped through the channels.

While everyone listened intently, Beaumont began to translate, “The Resistance is dead. The Sith flame will burn. All worlds surrender or die. The Final Order begins.”

“Leia made you acting General,” Rose aimed her words at Poe.

You looked at him, seeing the visible strain on his face from such losses and what was to come. Things were becoming dire, and you didn’t know what you could do to stop it.

“What now?” Rose asked.

The makeshift meeting had adjourned with Poe not being able to answer the question. He stood there for a few moments trying to think of something before he let out a grunt and said to keep working. As he walked away, he made sure to turn his face towards you and make eye contact, signaling that he wanted you to follow.

You looked around the room to Beaumont, Connix, and Rose before giving them a sympathetic look and leaving to follow Poe. His pace wasn’t exactly slow as he seemingly wanted to get out of there quickly, leaving you to already try and catch up to him after leaving.

Before long, though, you had come up to him and walked beside him, turning your head to look at him. He turned his head to meet your eyes and you were shocked to see them filled with vulnerability. Without being able to get a really good look at it, he turned his head back to focus on walking. It seemed like he was about to cry to you and your heart sank in your chest. 

You hadn’t noticed it but he was walking in the direction to his room and before long, he opened the door and went inside without a word, leaving you to follow and close the door behind him, “Baby, please talk to me.”

He turned back to face you once you had closed the door and you were met with the same glazed eyes, “I don’t know what to do.” He sighed and raised his hands up to his face, covering them with his fingers and muffling his speech, “I can’t lead all of us. This is probably suicide no matter what, anyways.”

You came forward to take a hold of his hands and remove them softly from his face, forcing him to look at you, “Hey, take a breath.” A tear escaped from his eye and your heart cracked in your chest, “Oh, Poe. Leia wouldn’t have entrusted you to lead if she didn’t believe that you could do it.”

He sniffled, breaking his gaze before returning it to yours with a different look, “I don’t want to lose you. We don’t have enough people or manpower to win this war, I don’t want to lose you.” 

He whispered his final words as his voice threatened to break, his eyes shutting closed, fresh tears escaping from his lashes. 

Your eyes wet with your own tears, your heart reflecting his thoughts in the feelings it gave you, “I know, I know.” You placed your forehead on his, “We’ll make it through this. Together.”

The two of you held pressure against one another, the closeness chipping away at the sadness eating at you both. The room was silent and you couldn’t focus on anything but the feeling of Poe’s hands in your own, your breaths mingling against one another, the emotional hurricane that the two of you were in the eye of .

Your eyes opened shortly after his and while you separated a few millimeters, the two of you maintained your closeness. No words were exchanged between you, only the train ride of intensity your eyes were burning into each other with.

A glance down at your lips had a nerve spike up your back and prompted you to do the same, looking down at Poe’s soft lips. You weren’t sure if you had inched closer or if he did but your lips connected like magnets, fitting together as if you had been kissing already. 

The rush of emotions, along with the tears, had made your body more sensitive, and his lips felt divine in that moment. Every brush of them, the suction of them, the slight feel of his stubble at the edges of your lips, it was a delight that had you desperate for more.

Your lips parted for the first time and you let out a gasp, the breath you were holding nearly bursting from your lungs. Poe had done much of the same, his warm breath cascading over your neck and sending goosebumps down your chest. He took the opportunity to snake his hands out of yours and pull them around your body, holding you close. In this exchange, your hands came up to cup his face, your thumb wiping a tear that had fallen.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Poe Dameron,” you returned with just as much love.

Both of you leaned back for more as the next kiss seemed more hungry than the last; Poe’s once soft and loving kiss turning into a deep and passionate one. It made your cock jump in your jeans and heat to rush through you. Moaning into the kiss, he took the opportunity to snake his tongue in and get a taste of you. While you had been completely inexperienced before, you had kissed Poe many times by now and had gotten pretty used to it. Sex, however... the two of you had not tried yet. His hands tightened around you and you felt a moan rise from deep in his chest.

“I need you,” Poe just barely made out the words before diving right back in for another kiss.

The overwhelming passion that burned through the two of you was something neither of you had felt before. Never had the two of you needed another person so badly, had craved everything that they had to offer so much, needed them more than the air that you had breathed.

He turned the two of you around and the back of your legs hit the edge of the bed, Poe easing you down onto the bed while you crawled up to get comfortable. Poe followed you the entire way before reaching down and grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it over his head, tossing it to the side. His gorgeous bronze body stood over you now, your eyes appreciating the hair traveling down his happy trail. 

“Eyes up here,” Poe managed a smirk, reaching his hands down to pull your shirt up under you as well.

You blushed slightly and allowed him to help you out of your shirt, plopping back down on the bed with Poe’s arms now resting on the sides of your head. His face was just above yours and he smiled lovingly down at you, one of his hands coming to comb through your hair and push it back before plunging down and kissing you again. Your hands came up to his sides and began to stroke at the skin, affectionately trying to hold him close.

Knowing that this might be the first and... last time that the two of you could be like this, it made the moment all the more special. The two of you knew exactly what you were at risk of losing and it made all of your inhibitions fade away. 

“I know we haven’t-” Poe began.

“I want to do it,” you stopped him, knowing what he was talking about.

He smiled back at you, “Are you sure?”

“I am. I want... I want you inside me,” you blushed, never speaking so lewdly before.

Poe’s eyes widened at your bold words, never knowing you were capable of it. His cock raged hard in his pants and he was shocked by how effective it was to him, “Anything for you.”

Poe had wanted this for months, and so had you, but Poe knew you weren’t quite ready. It  wasn’t exactly easy having a moment to yourselves ever, constantly either on mission or doing something separately. 

Poe couldn’t help but kiss you again, moaning into it as the promise of what was to come excited him. While you did feel a bit nervous about your first time, you were actually thankful that your recent mission had you not eating for a while. Though the main reason was because you were with Poe, because you could trust him with everything that you had.

Your slightly shaky hands reached down to start unbuckling his belt and you managed it thankfully easily, before unbuttoning his pants and unzipping. By then, Poe had broken the kiss and moved his hands down after getting off of you to pull his pants down, getting them to the bottom before realizing he had to unlace his boots. You noticed yours were still on as well and you moved to unlace and toss them to the side along with your socks and pants around the same time Poe had removed his. Now, Poe was back on top of you with only his tight underwear on, his ridiculous bulge clearly seen to the eye. 

Your eyes widened slightly and Poe noticed it, “It’s ok. I’m not gonna hurt you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips before moving to pepper kisses along your neck, “I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”

You leaned your head to the side as your eyes drooped closed, a satisfied breath escaping your throat at his actions, your cock bobbing in your own underwear. 

As his head was aimed downwards to kiss your neck, he noticed your cock jerk in your underwear, “Looks like I’m the one who should be nervous for next time.”

You blushed and let out a small laugh, “I like the sound of next time.”

He returned his gaze to you at that, the love in his eyes shining heavier than before. Bending back down to kiss you, he pressed his hips down and rubbed the two of your cocks together through the fabrics. The friction felt delicious and you moaned into the kiss, Poe’s tongue exploring your mouth. Pre-cum leaked from your cock, throbbing and hard since basically the first kiss, leaving a wet pool on your underwear. 

Poe broke from the kiss and reached over to the table next to the bed, popping open a shelf and grabbing something from inside. He placed it down next to you and you looked over to see that it was lube. While you were looking over, Poe had grabbed at your underwear and pulled it down in one smooth motion before you had time to even react. You turned back and he had a smirk on his face before he grabbed your thighs and pushed forward. It forced your back to curl up and your upper half to press a bit into the bed, somewhat holding you in place. 

You gasped and Poe had a full grin on his face now, the slightest twinge of hunger behind his teeth, “This is a cockpit I plan on commandeering.”

You blushed at the ridiculousness of his words but couldn’t even open your mouth to get your response out before he plunged his tongue into you. Your back arched and your eyes squeezed shut, it was an incredible feeling. The prodding of his tongue into your hole, the gripping of his hands on your thighs to keep you in place while he dug into you. It was all new to you and while it was slightly off-putting for a brief moment, it immediately turned into pleasure. 

“Poe,” you weakly moaned, your abdomen seizing randomly as the pleasure coursed through you.

His eyes were initially focused on the same thing his tongue was, devouring your ass, until he heard your sweet moan grace his ears. He had made you moan in many different ways before but this was different; you sounded truly vulnerable and his cock involuntarily jumped. The moment he looked up to meet your eyes, he struggled to keep a moan from escaping his chest at seeing your flushed and weak state. His tongue swirled and licked stripes across the inside of your cheeks, slipping as deep into your hole as he could get, pulling more strained whines to flow through your throat.

He would alternate every once in a while and blow on your hole, making you hiss with the cool sensation before he dove right back in. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought he grew out his stubble for this purpose exactly. As he tongued you, his chin and cheeks brushed against the back of your balls and the inside of your thighs.

He even went as far as driving a stripe up your hole with his chin, the short hairs sending your sensitive hole into a frenzy before returning with his tongue and soothing the sharp sensation. Your hands were clutching the sheets around you with a death grip, trying your hardest to try and relax your muscles down there for him.

“You look perfect, so absolutely perfect,” he managed a mutter before plunging back in for another taste.

You moaned loudly at his newfound passionate intrusion and one of your hands flung up to grip in between your legs at his hair, holding on for dear life. Poe moaned into you as the slight sting on his scalp made his cock jolt in his underwear, basically soaked completely through with the amount of pre-cum he was leaking.

The both of you were pleasantly astonished, you because you had never felt pleasure like this before, and Poe because, even with women, he had never been so lost in his senses like he was right now with you. If it weren’t for the perfect specimen in front of him, Poe would have been lost in thought of how he never tried it with men before. But he knew the answer to that without even having to think about it, it was because it was you. 

“Poe, please,” you wished you could manage more than the repetition of ‘please’ along with his name but you were completely lost to his advances on you.

He growled against you, his own impatience further driven by your own. One of his hands that he was using to hold your thighs rushed down to his underwear, which he haphazardly shoved down his legs in one push. Because your leg was no longer supported, it dropped down. As Poe straightened his back to press up against you, it came to naturally wrap around his hip while the other remained in his grip.

Poe looked down at you, legs spread for him, hole puckering and wet, face flushed with pleasure and body heaving with your breaths and wished he could burn the image into his memory. But his boy was waiting for him, and he wouldn’t make him wait any longer than necessary, as he was just as impatient. 

“Grab that bottle, sweetheart,” Poe’s raspy voice asked of you.

His voice was deeper than usual and you could feel the rasp in his chest against your leg, sending a shiver throughout your body. His eyes, while soft and caring, had a deep, unsatiated need behind them. You felt as if he was barely able to hold himself back and it made your body thrum with excitement.

Reaching over to the bottle that was near your head, you timidly offered it to him while looking down at your chest, feeling a slight wave of embarrassment. Poe had caught on and smiled slightly. Idiot, he thought to himself before he softly dropped the other leg he was holding to the side and guided it around his hips to lock with your other leg. 

He grabbed the bottle with one hand and dipped forward with his body, using his other hand to grab at your chin. He peppered a few kisses along your jawline before his lips came just before yours and he looked into your eyes, “Look at me.” You pulled your gaze up at him and blushed once more, his eyes so close it took up most of your vision before his lips faintly pulled into another smile, “I love you.”

“I love you to-” you immediately went to respond, but were silenced by Poe’s lips surging forward to claim yours. 

Moaning into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck, your ankles locking around his back to press him as close to you as you could. Your tongues brushed and swept against each other as the suction in your lips pulled more and more noises to come from you and Poe. Because he had reached forward, his now bare cock was pressing up against your hole as he grinded against you.

Poe tightly gripped the bottle that he held, pressed against the bed to help hold his weight while his aching cock begged to push into the tightness in front of it. The other hand, once on your chin, now slightly applied pressure against your neck.

Poe broke the kiss by applying a bit more pressure with his fingers, forcing your neck to slightly crane up and give him access. He dug his face in, his stubble brushing against your sensitive skin while his lips and tongue left marks as deep as he could.

“I’m yours, completely,” he muttered before biting down on your carotid.

You yelped slightly into a moan from the sudden action, unable to even form a reply as Poe held you so tightly, so possessive yet gentle, while his ministrations on your neck had you nearly passing out.

“And you’re mine, right? I wanna hear you say it, Y/N,” his words seemed as if they were intended to come across dominating but, instead, came out more desperate than anything.

You finally managed the strength to respond, “I’m yours, Poe. All yours.”

He let out a deep moan, a satiated one, before you felt his cock physically pulse against you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. Without stopping his onslaught on your throat, Poe snaked his arm out from your throat and moved his other arm over, expertly popping open the lube bottle with one hand while squeezing it into the other. You hadn’t even noticed all of this with your eyes shut in pleasure, Poe’s lips unrelenting and traveling across every plane and crook of your neck.

After he felt enough lube pressed onto his finger, Poe reached his arm down towards your hole, backing his hips up just slightly and leaving your lower section colder than you liked. However, that cold was suddenly replaced by a new coldness against your aching heat, making you yelp out. Poe smirked against your neck.

The cold quickly transitioned to warmth as he began massaging the lube around the area of your hole, using a finger to rub circles directly on it, sending an animalistic feeling crawling up your stomach. Before long, his finger inched past the ring of your muscles, softly massaging the flesh inside. Once again, the intrusion felt extremely foreign but pleasurable all the same, your back arching into Poe in response.

He smirked against your throat once more, nipping at the skin before taking your lips in another kiss. As he did, he inserted a second finger, silencing your yelp with his own mouth. His warmth was welcomed as you let the kiss distract you from the probing of his fingers. 

“You’re doing so good,” Poe muttered into your lips. His fingers curled upwards a few inches inside of you, “It won’t be long now.”

You moaned loudly, your muscles clenching reflexively as Poe took your lower lip into his teeth, biting down just slightly before he licked a warm flat stripe across the side of your lips and cheek. His two fingers were initially testing the waters with you, but they began to explore on their own accord, scissoring you and stretching you out as they wished. 

“Enough, please just f-fuck me,” you whimpered out, any sense of shame from your words or actions in this bedroom no longer a concern.

Poe flexed his fingers once more inside you, as if testing something, before he responded, “Ok baby, I won’t keep you waiting any longer.”

Your hands broke from his neck as he straightened back up, grabbing his cock with one hand while the other hand brought the lube bottle closer. His weight and warmth no longer covering you sent a shiver down your body and you eagerly waited for him, your legs still wrapped loosely around him. He squeezed more liquid out of the bottle directly onto the shaft of his cock and began to use his other hand to stroke slowly, spreading the lube across his length.

While doing so, your eyes became mesmerized by the sounds and sight in front of you, his large and calloused hands slowly stroking his huge cock plainly for you to see. Poe noticed the impatient and hungry look on your face and couldn’t help the smirk that graced his face while he looked down at you. His cock in his hands while he looked down at the person he loved the most, spread out and waiting for him; it made him harder than he had ever felt before. 

“I’m coming, sweetheart,” he cooed as he began to shift his weight forward again.

The bottle was tossed to the side of the bed, one of his arms coming up near your head to hold his weight in a fist while the other held his cock, aiming it in the direction it needed to be. At first, Poe couldn’t help but brush his cock up and down at your entrance, teasing and prodding the hole. Feeling his hard rod against you, teasing you, drove you insane, as all you wanted was it inside of you. 

“Sorry,” he bent down to place a firm kiss on your forehead with a slight chuckle. “I just want to savor every moment of this.”

A lazy smile graced your face before you intended to respond, opening your mouth but nothing coming out, instead a rush of breath. He had pushed past the ring of your entrance and held his head inside. It was much... much wider than his fingers, and they were wide already. 

Immediately, your body tensed up, and your hole tightened on him like a vice grip, your arms flinging right back round his neck and gripping. He growled and fought the urge to push forward in that moment. Instead, now that he was seated in you enough, he chose  to bring his other hand up to the other side of your head, allowing him to lean further down and reach you. You were a whimpering mess, unable to form words as the full feeling inside of you made your thoughts blank out.

“Shhhhh,” he placed a soft kiss on your nose. “It’s just us,” he comforted.

He didn’t move a centimeter, as much as his hips were screaming at him to do so as he let you acclimate to him. Your eyes were squeezed shut, fingers digging into Poe’s neck and shoulders as you tried to calm your body down. He laid butterfly kisses along your face the entire time, the little sensations gradually helping you relax around him. 

Eventually, your hole relaxed around him enough for movement and he pecked you on the lips, “Are you ready for me to move, sweetheart?”

Panting, you nodded, a strand of hair falling onto your forehead and sticking to the sweat, “Please, Poe.”

He kept his face against yours, not breaking his eye contact with you as his hips began to apply more forward pressure. The two of you panted heavily, Poe with the strain of holding back in your perfect warmth and you from the incredible fullness you were feeling. Gradually, he pushed deeper and deeper inside of you, and it wasn’t long before you felt like you couldn’t take any more.

“Poe,” you gasped as you felt him dangerously deep. “It’s too much.”

He shook his head and looked deep into your eyes, “My N/N can handle anything. We’re almost there, baby, you can take it.”

His words seduced your mind into believing him, or perhaps your mind already did in the first place, and simply needed some convincing. Feeling like he was nearly inside of your stomach, you had finally felt the familiar brush of his pubic hair against your thighs. You would have let out a sigh of relief if it hadn’t been for the spot he seemed to unlock deep inside of you with his last portion. The moan that came from your chest was as loud and deep as it was sudden, ripping from your throat with such force it shocked even you.

Poe grunted out a deep and long breath as he finally felt seated inside of you fully, completely connected with you in the deepest way possible. Shivers rampaged through your body and nearly made you begin to convulse, emanating outward from deep in your stomach and anus into the rest of your body. 

“P-P-Po-e,” your words stuttered like you were in the shivering cold, your entire body on fire with sensitivity.

“Does my cock reach that special spot, baby?” he muttered into your ear, voice low and almost threatening.

Knowing you were incapable of words, you nodded your head with fervor.

He chuckled darkly, “I’m taking advantage of that, just so you know.”

His hips retracted and slammed forward, his cock nearly escaping your hole before plunging back in. 

You screamed out and Poe brought one of his hands that was holding up his weight to come around your throat much like before, “Let me hear you, baby.”

He didn’t stop there, but instead began to keep a pace, fucking into you roughly like you had been going for hours already. If Poe’s plan was to take advantage of your overstimulation, he had succeeded. Let alone you were still reeling from the sensation you felt when he bottomed out in you as you never felt it before, you were forced to confront that sensation every half second as it was aggressively abused by Poe.

Your eyes began to lose focus and roll to the back of your head, your throat constricted with your muscles tightening and barely able to pull any breath. His hand wasn’t keeping your airflow out at all, pressing in expert spots that applied pressure stimulation without clogging up your throat. 

“No no, you’re not going anywhere,” Poe’s hand left your throat and moved to the back of your head, holding it firmly and tilting it back to face him. “I wanna see my work.”

Your cock, which you weren’t even able to fathom to think about, was bobbing fiercely, pre-cum leaking from your slit onto your stomach in waves. Whatever he was hitting was a button that ejected more pre-cum from you, every slam of his cock, balls deep, sending another slight rush of pre-cum forward.

Stars were dancing slightly in your vision but you managed to pull your gaze into Poe’s, his hand keeping your head steady helping for the most part. His eyes were the darkest you had ever seen them, pupils blown wide as he drank you in like water in a desert. He kept up his bruising pace all the same though, the sound of his hips slapping against you filthily filling the room.

You tried to get words out, but every time, they only came out as broken gasps, your jaw basically stuck in an O position. Poe was loving every second of it; the fact that he could break you apart like this so easily, and the look on your face... he nearly came on the spot. Though, he gave himself a break, and you as well, finally slowing his pace and only pulling out halfway before slowly edging his way back in.

You gasped, your lungs finally working like he had flicked the on switch. Poe gave you a chance to regain your breaths mingled with the moans from his slow and methodical movements, once again licking and sucking on your neck, one of his favorite spots he had come to find out. 

“I hope that wasn’t too much,” he softly kissed your skin, apologizing with his tenderness.

You shook your head without even thinking about it, “N... no it... it was so good.”

Poe had glanced down and you could feel the rumble of his chest, your eyebrow furrowing in confusion, “Whats-”

You looked down to see what he was looking at as he had looked back up at you, a goofy smile on his face. Looking at your stomach, there was a clear white liquid all over you, and not the transparent kind from pre-cum. You had orgasmed solely from his fucking just then, and you couldn’t even tell from how lost in your pleasure you were. 

“At least I’m doing my job right,” Poe quirked, tilting his chin up to kiss you.

You sighed contently into the kiss before it turned into a slight moan, his cock brushing up on your walls delicately. You only had a single orgasm yet your entire body was buzzing, your legs twitching ever so slightly. Let alone you were already emotional from what was going on, your stimulation had tears building up in your eyes, just barely holding back from falling onto your cheeks. 

“I love you so much, I can’t even explain it,” Poe admitted against your lips, accentuating the curve of his hips while he pumped into you.

“I love you, Poe. I love you so much,” you responded in tandem.

Your bodies had a cover of sweat, some of it falling from Poe’s hair onto your chest and neck. The room was hot, ignited by the passion between you, reflecting the fire you felt in your stomach. His hips began to pick up speed slowly, every thrust becoming harder, hungrier as your walls enclosed him in. The spot deep inside that he abused moments ago now felt more sensitive than before, hisses passing through your teeth from the stimulation.

Poe reached his left arm down to your cock, his right hand strained in the pillow next to you before he took it into his hands and began to stroke. Your hand reflexively tried to leave his neck and move his hand away as the feeling was simply too much, but Poe expected it. 

His hand left your cock only momentarily to grip your wrist and bring it back around his neck before returning his hand to your cock, “Keep your hands there.”

You whined, digging your fingers into his shoulder bruisingly, “Poe, it’s too much.”

He dipped again and claimed your lips, silencing you as his hand picked up speed, now nearly matching the speed of his thrusts. He curved his fingers expertly around your head each time his hand rose, and it was so sensitive it nearly hurt. You had already leaked an abysmal amount of pre-cum on top of cumming already, and you felt you had nothing left to give; but Poe was adamant in his efforts to prove that wrong. 

“I want to feel your cock pulse when you cum because of me,” Poe gritted against your lips, his words only sending you further down the depths of pleasure. 

You could feel Poe’s cock pulse within you, the veins of his cock pulsing and brushing against the ridges of your hole, his moans and growls growing louder as he approached his own climax. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby, can I?” he wanted nothing more than to breed your hole, to completely make you his, but he needed to make sure you wanted it too.

You nodded your head desperately, “Please, Poe. I want it inside me.”

Your own need for him to load you was the thing that sent Poe completely over the edge. With a loud moan, he rutted his hips as hard and deep as he possibly could and began to pump his seed. The sheer look of pleasure on Poe’s face along with feeling his warm cum filling you up sent you over the edge as well, your cock straining at full mass as it unloaded.

Your vision nearly went black from the force of your orgasm, let alone Poe’s cock slammed against your prostate, his cum pumping into you coated it completely, leaving a fuzzy feeling to emanate throughout your body. Your cock sputtered a good amount, the first sputter rising as far as your upper chest before the rest needily pumped over Poe’s fingers and onto your stomach.

Poe’s orgasm lasted far longer than yours, you could feel his cock jerking and pulsing in you for so long, more and more warm cum being released from his balls. Your eyes were stuck watching Poe’s frozen expression, his pleasure so heavy and consuming that his brain had trouble keeping up. His eyes were unfocused as all he could sense in that moment was his incredible orgasm, along with the feeling of your warm tightness around him.

After what felt like a minute or two, his cock finally stopped jumping and Poe gasped sharply, intaking heavy breaths as the muscles in his upper back and arms nearly gave out. You encouraged him, allowing his body to fall on top of yours, your cum now mingling between your warm and spent bodies. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck as his hips stayed pressed up against yours. Your legs remained wrapped around his hips loosely, his cum locked deep inside of you. His weight on top of you felt heavenly in that moment, and you reveled in the feeling of his strong and muscular frame encompassing you.

“I don’t think... anything in life will ever get close to that,” Poe managed out while trying to catch his breath. 

You smiled widely and warmly, your entire body relaxed and completely blissed out, “Only thing I can think of is doing it again.”

Poe’s cock twitched inside of you, the cock that was beginning to soften proving its resilience. 

You moaned deeply, completely overstimulated before Poe chuckled slightly, “Sorry, but that was your fault. Got me thinking.”

You chuckled weakly before heaving a satisfied sigh, closing your eyes and relaxing into the bed. One of your hands came up to start brushing at his hair and playing with the locks absentmindedly, Poe humming in contention. The moment the two of you shared was the most intimate and precious so far, and the both of you wanted to sit in it forever. However, you and Poe knew that there were pressing concerns, and they weren’t going to wait for you. 

“So, ready to save the galaxy or die trying?”

Next Chapter

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Ten people I’d like to get to know better ᯓᡣ𐭩

tagged by @winchestergirl2 & restarting the thread bc the other one was loooong 😆 thanks for the tag babe 💕

last song: drag me down by one direction

favorite color: light pink or light yellow or sage green

last book: currently reading twisted games and obsessed with Rhys Larsen

last movie: devil wears prada

last tv show: castle

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or savory depending on the day!!

relationship status: married

last thing I googled: “that 70s show cast” (laura prepon was in my last castle episode I had to make sure it was her lmao)

current obsession: reentering my 1d era 😔✊🏼 but also rhys larsen

looking forward to: the holidays!!

tagging @makeadealwithdean @wayward-dreamer @superfanficnatural @emoryhemsworth and whoever else wants to join!!

[superfanficnatural]

Thanks so much for tagging me babes! My gosh it's been so freaking long since I've done something like this so this is kinda exciting LMAO

last song: funnily enough Koroba by Tiwa Savage (I was shaking ass last night before I fell asleep ok)

favorite color: green (not because of Dean Winchesters eyes AT ALL)

last book: does fanfiction count? 😭 I'm in the middle of reading both the first book in the darkest minds series as well as a book called don't believe everything you think. I genuinely cannot remember the last book I finished that wasn't alternatively related to school, don't make fun of me 🥲

last movie: this has just made me realize I have not seen a movie in weeks because I have been doing nothing but binging I think 8 or 9 shows at the same time I'm throwing out uhhh speak no evil (girl clean up isle MY PANTS I got up and my seat at the movie theater was SOAKED... James McAvoy the man that you are 😩)

last tv show: strictly speaking the vampire diaries as I am doing a rewatch but I also am currently in the middle of rewatching the 100 at the same time

sweet/spicy/savory: savory and sweet are geniune equals for me because I need savory for my meal and I need sweet for after. I have the most insane sweet tooth after every meal I genuinely go feral for something sweet I think I have a vitamin deficiency or something who knows but I also do like spicy

relationship status: Honestly I sat and stared at this and my annoyance grew I hate that this question is on here 😭 IM SINGLE PER THE NORM

last thing I googled: "how long would a full watch of the matrix take" because I have recently come to find out my bestie hasn't seen the movies so I am preparing to culturally educate them

current obsession: apparently I'm a man of culture because this assumes a person can only have one obsession at a time but I have several hundred I fear, and that is only counting the men 😔 but for now I shall say Star Wars for my recent fic because I have created nearly enough content for two extra books after of completely original content that I'm super excited for... just need to actually get to the writing of it...

looking forward to: can I cheat and say... the writing to the above statement... ok no to give another answer that's also in the realm of tumblr something I'm currently looking forward to is the emergence of new writers who write for male readers and beyond. I also wish there to be more gender neutral, along with trans representation among others of course but to selfishly say what I'd like it would definitely be centered around male readers. I also don't mind if they are written from the perspective of someone outside of the male identity as long as they are accurate in their writings (which, I guess if y'all see this pls come to me I will happily help with any info if it means I get more fics lol). Ok sorry about that lowkey rant? Was kinda on my mind lol.

Again thank you so much for tagging me in this @hintsofhoney !! Love you babes! And I since I don't know everyone who has been tagged in the previous ones so far sorry if I repeat you but throwing out a few names here! @flamencodiva @magssteenkamp @sams-sass @jensengirl83 also anyone else who sees this and would like to join in! I'd love to get to know my followers/mutuals/new people that come across this!

[sweetenerobert]

toy story

8.1k | action figure!joel miller x male reader

summary: contemplating throwing out your favorite toy, he comes to life and makes your last night before you leave for college memorable

warnings: MDNI 18+, agalmatophilia, strong language, slight possessive joel, childhood friends to lovers (if you squint) no mention of age besides reader leaving for college, l-word drops, pet names (mostly doll and baby), spanking, dirty talking joel, no description of reader, but joel lifts you (1), oral (m!giving/m!receiving) rimming, spit as lube, unprotected p in a, creampie,

inspired by this post , also huge thanks to @strang3lov3 new tattoo for this fucking idea, i love you so much and thank you for letting me rant to you about this idea that been in my drafts for FUCKING MONTHS

thanks to @minispidey for beta, love you <333

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Moonlight piercing through the cotton curtains of your childhood bedroom, dust dancing through the luminescent shards from your window. Two boxes stacked on each other in the corner of your room, your closet’s life ripped away from the clothes once hung in the small confined space. 

Wiping the sweat that littered your forehead as you huffed a breath, you lay down on the small circular rug that riddled the floor, staring at the ceiling light. You were getting ready to leave for college, and packing up your life seemed more stressful than lifting weights off your shoulders. 

Constant choices about what to throw away or bring with you kept swimming in your brain, and overthinking two simple decisions kept making your head spin, mostly ending with you sitting silently thinking about your answer. This wasn’t one of those situations; you had just finished packing and felt like you deserved a break.

Alone in your childhood home while your parents had picked up late shifts and your siblings were out, the silence was deafening, but you preferred the quiet. It gave you time to process everything. Seeing the stars tapped onto your ceiling made you smirk as you glanced around your bare room.

Eyes catching an object underneath the bed, you turned your body to understand the object better. It was your old lumberjack action figure when you were a kid; it must’ve fallen off the shelf over your window. You don’t remember if it came with a name or you made it up, but you called him Joel. 

That name stuck with you until now, even when you were a kid, when you introduced Joel to your friends as they commented on it. Being a “weird name,” you didn’t care; you loved the name. 

Attempting to grab him from the bed, you realize that it would be easier to grab Joel from your bed. You were quickly climbing up on your bed and scrambling to the side, quickly sliding your hand down the crack of the wall and your bed. Tips of your fingers grazing the fake axe on the back of the action figure, biting your lip as your nail pulls the toy closer towards the wall, retracting your head a few feet up as you see it closer to the wall.

The action figure is in your grasp, sliding your knuckles up on the cold wall while your palm touches the cotton sheets wrapped around your mattress. The toy is now in your hand, and you notice how it’s looked the same after all the years. A couple of tiny patches of color are missing from his plastic hair, and his face and plastic beard stay the same. Joel’s clothes are dusty, balls of lint cover his pants and shirt, and his boots are dustier than anything. You quickly blow a puff of air, trying to clean him off the best you can.

“Hey, Joel. How ya been?’ 

Did I use to talk to this thing? Man, I was a weird kid. 

Joel was your therapist before you even knew what therapy was — telling him about how you finally could spell Wednesday without misspelling it, How you passed each spelling/vocabulary test, and how the boys at school were bullying you. Joel always listened to you; he was your toy, and he didn’t care as long as he was there to protect you – metaphorically.

Loving Joel was easy—he was your first crush—but trying to explain that to a toy was difficult. Bringing Joel with you to live in your college dorm seemed like a hard decision. Glancing at the tiny trash can next to your bed, you glance back at Joel and discard him in the trash bin. 

Wiping your hands on your pants, you looked at the bags and boxes that had cluttered the corner of your room and huffed a breath in annoyance as you decided it would be wise to have your life packed away downstairs.

It didn’t take you long to realize how much you hated your fucking stairs. You were leaning on the top of the stairs – on the handrail, catching your breath. Your bedroom was in your field of view; you would’ve crawled into your room if your knees hadn’t creaked with each movement. 

One of the main things you wouldn’t miss about your house would be the stairs that killed you slowly with each trip up and down the wooden stairwell. 

Slowly getting up from the floor, your feet trudged towards your bedroom door. You were pushing the gateway of your bedroom, earning a creak from its hinges. Your eyes glanced down towards the dark chocolate wood floor with each step into your room. “Finally, I’m ready to lay down in my –” You started to pick your head up, glancing at the figure sitting on your night, playing with a pink eraser he must’ve found in the trash bin.

“– bed.”

"Doll, what's up with you throwin' me away?"

W-what? That one question kept flying around in your head. Not, who is this? Not, what is happening? Just a simple question: What kept spinning around your head?

In the back of your mind, you knew who it was sitting in front of you. It wasn’t a dream, not your imagination; it was real life. Your action figure — your lumberjack, Joel in the flesh? 

He looked real, too real. His hair's curls looked fluffy, and his skin's wrinkles looked defined. His clothes looked like he’d gotten them from a store, with wrinkles littering his shirt and jeans and his boots rubbing against the wood. Your childhood toy was in front of you, alive and in the flesh.

“Too stunned to speak, doll?” 

Shaking your head from the thoughts swimming around you, you look at the male before you. “What?”

“Got my answer. Can’t believe I rendered my doll speechless.”

Joel’s build shocked you as he stood up from his position; his shoulders were broad, his biceps bulging from his flannel – you knew he rolled his sleeves up. Vein’s threatening to burst from his arms and hands. Your former action figure who walked in front of you felt menacing, like his aura made you cower in fear, but instead of fear, it was astonishment. That something you wished for years ago finally came true.

“How is this possible? How are you real?” You quivered. 

“The better question better be, “Why would I throw out such a precious toy?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon, doll, y’think I’m stupid or somethin’; I knew y’threw me out. Half m’foot was in the trash can when I started growing.” 

The answer was plain and simple: you didn’t want to bring him with you to college or leave him to give to someone else, so you thought just about getting rid of him would be. Clearly, Joel’s surprise appearance made things more complicated than they should. “I didn’t throw you out,” You quickly spat out. “You fell in there by accident.”

Joel’s tall figure stood tall in front of you, his once plastic hand – now turned flesh and genuine, his thumb slowly tracing your bottom lip. Your body was shuddering against his touch. “Y’know your body betrays you, sweetheart.”

“Just be honest; it doesn't hurt me, jus’ your pride.”

“J-Joel, listen —”

“Ah, now you know I exist; you were treating me like some hallucination,” Joel announced, backing up, sticking his thumb in the waistband of his jeans. 

“You’re aware that this could very well be a hallucination,” You shrugged.

“Slap yourself, then.” 

“Huh?” 

“Slap. Yourself. In. The face. Then.” Joel enunciated. 

“N-No! I’m not going to do that!” You exclaimed. 

“Okay, fine, then. You’ll never know if this is a hallucination then.” 

Groaning, you quickly connected your palm against your cheek, the skin on your palm and face stink earning a wince that you suck from your teeth.”Happy, now?”

“Blessed. I’m pretty sure you have many questions, which aren’t important, because we need to figger out why you threw me out?”

“I told you, I didn’t–”

“Doll, I’m not stupid. I saw you put me in there, now don’t bullshit me.”

The skin on your palm and cheek had been itchy to the point you wanted to scratch your palm and face simultaneously, resulting in you rubbing your knuckles on your face. But you didn’t even want to answer Joel—your childhood toy. Hurting your friend's feelings was something you never wanted to do; imagine how Joel would feel knowing the boy who had played with him since he was a kid didn’t want to take him to college with him.

But it was something that you had to say, something that you would dread telling anyone you love.

Deciding to rip the band-aid faster than slow, you take a breath, look at Joel’s once painted-on brown eyes, and see a soul behind his real-like eyes. “I didn’t want to take you to college with me, and giving you away seemed way too hard even to think about. So I threw you away.”

Joel looked shocked by your confession. He thought he was ready to hear what you had to say, but Joel wasn’t; he was more perplexed than anything. Moving from where he stood before you, he stumbles on the mattress and sits down to collect his thoughts. Joel’s head hangs as you sit down next to him. It was reminiscent of when you were younger and would watch movies in your living room, having Joel sit next to you while you imagined him laughing or getting mad at a character like you were.

For once, the silence in the room was deafening, and you didn’t like it; you didn’t know what Joel would say, which terrified you.

“Joel? Are you okay?”

Joel nodded. “Yeah,” He snuffled. “Was just thinkin’ bout somethin’.”

“What was it?’

“Joel, when I’m older, I’m taking you everywhere with me, no matter what. You're going to be with me during college, and even when I get the big boy job like my daddy does, you’ll always be there.”

The action figure you played with your whole childhood quoted what you told him in those peak years of being a kid and had nothing to worry about.

“I said that, I'm guessing?”

Joel nods. “You were always a happy kid, no matter what happened, always smiling.” You chuckle at Joel’s statement. It made a smile appear as you remembered that he was always there with you. But, you had to face the fact that you weren't a kid anymore; those promises you made to a toy — a mere plaything- weren't something you thought about as a hormonal teenager. 

Shaking your head, you snap your head at Joel. “Joel, I was a kid back then. I didn't know that growing up would be so different than what I thought.”

“I- I can't be that same kid again. I wish I could trust me, I wish I could, but I can't.”

“It’s a shame,” Joel starts. “I would’ve loved t’see you grow up.”

“I mean, you technically did, right?”

Joel chuckles, “Yeah. Yeah, I did.” 

The cicadas appeared to disrupt the silence in the room when you didn't know what to say to Joel. You hated breaking your best friend’s heart, but being honest was something Joel wanted other than being lied to. “Do you want a hug?” 

“I would love that,” Joel’s southern drawl appeared as you wrapped your arms around Joel, and his arms wrapped you around in a bear hug. 

Hugging Joel felt weird but right – a seemingly impossible wish you fulfilled. You begged to be able to hug Joel, have him hold you in his arms, and melt together, being safe in each other’s arms. “M’gonna miss ya when you’re gone,” Joel grumbles against your head. As you hugged Joel, questions began to swim in your mind as you squeezed his waist; it felt like you were hugging an actual human. The way his body resisted against the tight hold on him, his body felt warm against yours. 

“Okay, wait a second,” you announce, releasing yourself from Joel’s grip and standing before him.

“What’s wrong?” Joel asks, resting one hand on his knee and his forearm on the other knee. You watch at the skin around his wrist, and the watch starts to bend as if he were human.

Questions were floating in your head; you didn’t know where to start, but you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to speak. “How did this happen? How are you walking like this?” 

“I’ve always done it, just done it when everyone isn’t home.”

Perplexity rode your face as Joel’s answer made you think about more questions you wanted to spit out. “So, you’ve always been able to walk around and be so human-like?”

“Yeppers.”

“So, you heard everything?”

Joel nods.

“Everything?” 

“If you’re referring to the times I’ve heard and seen you jerk off and get fucked in here, then yes, everything,” Joel mocked. 

Heat rose to your face. Joel had seen everything, the most vulnerable parts of your body. Things that you wouldn’t admit to if your family asked about it.  “Even when–” 

“Not when you were a kid, I’gave you your privacy. Scout’s honor.”

“But, you’re not a scout but a lumberjack.” 

Joel shrugs. “You’re point?”

“My point is–” You exhale a breath as a hand slides down your face. “If ya wonderin’ of anythin’ sex-related–” Joel interjected.

One question swam around your mind in that topic Joel mentioned. “Can you fuck?” You question, crossing your arms. Joel’s chuckle sent chills picking at your “tough-guy” demeanor. That nervous feeling rose, making you worried about his answer. “If I tell you the truth, will you mind?”

Reflexically shaking your head, you waited for Joel’s answer. “Yes, doll. I can.” Without thinking, you asked Joel. “How?” Joel answered by pointing at you. “You’ve done some pretty interesting things, doll.” 

Moving your head as you eye roll at the “man” before you. “I’m scared to ask, but–”

“You’re interested if I had fucked anythin’?” 

“Honestly? Yeah.” You don’t know how to feel about Joel’s confession. On the one hand, you were intrigued by what Joel had done; on the other hand, it made you feel like you were stepping into a zone you weren’t comfortable with entering. “Wow, my old toy, fucking other toys? I’m guessing.” 

Joel chuckles. “Y’know your sister’s Barbie doll? Fucked her, Ken watched.”

A grimace appeared on your face as Joel's sudden statement made you feel like the cold rushed in from your bedroom. “Wow,” you started. “Wait, Barbie and Ken can become real, like you?” Joel nodded at your answer.

“Huh, well. You learn something new every day.” 

“Blame yourself, doll. I learned everything from you.”

Confusion rode your face, trying to act innocent like you had no reason behind Joel’s actions. “What do you mean?” You shrug.

Joel stands up, his hands draped by the stitched pockets of his jeans, his boots slowly connecting with the hardwood floors, causing you to walk backward at your leisurely pace. You and Joel were working in tandem—with each step he took, you took a step back. You felt slightly intimidated. In the back of your head, you never thought you would feel unnerved by a toy—a toy you never would’ve expected to come to life. 

That rush of cold flew through your back when you connected with the side of your closet, bringing your hands to the wall; that cold sensation connected with your hand. Joel’s looming figure had been present before you, his hand outstretched beside your head. Joel slowly moves his head toward your head; you feel his warm breath against you, causing your spine to chill — mentally blaming the wall. 

“C’mon, doll. You know exactly what I mean.” Joel’s voice made your breath hitch as you felt his mustache tickle against your neck. “I know what you want, your likes, know what you like to be called,” You feel Joel’s realistic fingers on your chin as he picks your head up to look into his eyes; you watch as he backs up from your ear. 

His soft but calloused hand was on your chin, slowly dragging his hand against the fabric of your shirt as you watched the wrinkles in your shirt flatten under the path his hand was sliding down your torso. You watched as the wrinkles disappeared, only to reaper after Joel’s hand moved from its position. Joel’s hand was slow but not too slow, like a snail’s pace, slow to the point where you felt each goosebump underneath his hand — under your shirt.

Joel’s hand had stopped on your waist, while his other hand was above your head as he leaned closer to your eyes. Bracing for the impact of Joel’s lips on yours, you close your eyes. 

The feeling of plump, soft lips against yours sent shivers traveling down your spine as you felt the grip on your waist was getting tighter — rougher. Your hands travel from the wall into Joel’s soft curls. You wanted Joel in the moment; you craved him — yearned for him. Memories of you dreaming of kissing Joel had finally come true; you didn't expect the kiss to feel so passionate, an end-of-the-world kiss — one that stopped the world from spinning.

The feeling of silk had flown through your fingers as you contorted your hands with Joel’s hair. Joel’s hands slid from your waist onto your ass — squeezing lightly, you gasped against his lips. 

Your heart skipping a beat seemed impossible, but Joel’s kisses begged to differ. Your hands slipped from Joel’s hair onto his face, and you felt his defined jawline and patchy beard; you felt soft but coarse underneath your palms, which was something you couldn’t imagine. Reminiscent of when your fingertips would travel against the painted beard, always wondering what it looked/felt like, at this moment, you can. 

Joel’s big hands leave an imprint on your ass; slowly, his hands start sliding down toward your inner thigh, bending his back closer to you so the connection of your lips doesn't break. “Jump,” Joel grumbles against your lips. You push your feet off the ground as Joel’s strength lifts you, chuckling against his lips, wrapping your legs around Joel’s waist; you feel his hands under your thighs, gripping into you with passion; you think his nails may leave crescent moons into your skin. 

Cold drywall leaves your back as Joel slowly turns you both around so your bed can face your back. With each step, your and Joel’s noses keep bumping into each other as your faces keep moving side to side from your passionate kiss. Joel’s mouth leaves yours as his lips trail down your jawline, lightly sucking. Your hands return to Joel's hair as his lips end on your neck.  

Lips on your neck, sucking, biting, Joel marking you with his lips, your moans kept escaping your lips as your fingers flowed through Joel’s hair like water. “Y’like that, baby?” Joel growled. You hiss through your teeth before answering. “Fuck, yes. I love it, Joel.”

Quickly turning his body, Joel sits on the edge of your bed. Your knees indent your mattress as you feel sitting down. His lips return to yours as Joel wraps his arms against the midsection of your back, melting your bodies together. Your hands make their way from Joel’s head onto his broad shoulders. Thinking the flannel was warming his skin, you wanted to get rid of it. 

Backing slightly away, you slip your hands down his hardened chest; you start to fumble with the first button. Quickly unbuttoning the first one, you were on your way to the next one; Joel took notice of your hands and broke the kiss to look at what you were doing. “What are ya doing, doll?”

“Trying to get this flannel off you,” You grumble, popping the second button off. 

“Lemme help.” 

Joel moves his arms from your waist onto his flannel, smiling at you as you watch him pop the buttons out the loops. You watch as your childhood crush takes off his flannel and throws it over your shoulder, chest hair littering his chest. You slowly bring your hand onto his chest—above where his heart should be — but you don't feel a bump vibrate against your hand. You remember that Joel isn't human, which somewhat shatters your heart. 

Joel notices your saddened eyes; he places his hand over yours and looks deep into your eyes, his brown eyes piercing into your soul. “J’so ya know, I may not have a heart, but my love f’you is more important than anything else in this goddamn world. You're one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

“I don't want to live in a world where I don't see your smile every day; it's a reminder t’myself that no matter what, my love for you is the most real thing for me.”

You smirk at Joel’s confession, quickly smashing your lips against his. The tears brimming your tear ducts, trickling down from your eyes, wiping your eyes as you back up and look at Joel. “You are such a softie, you know that?”

“Only for you, sweetheart.” Joel quickly pushed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your midsection and moving your arms around his neck. 

Feeling Joel’s smile against your lips, you're quickly surprised when you feel Joel stand up and, in one motion, spin you both around so your back is on your mattress. You can’t help but smile gleefully as he backs up from you — sliding your shirt up and planting kisses trailing from your chest to your navel. His thick fingers grab the waistband of your pants as he slides them down. “Lift your hips, doll.” You do as Joel commands; he slides your pants off your thighs and throws them in the corner where your hamper used to reside, leaving your underwear on, your cock hard and covered by your underwear. 

“Look a’that, y’hard f’me already, doll?” You chuckle at Joel; you gasp as you feel his lips press the tip of your hard-covered cock. With each kiss brought against the tip and the shaft of your cock, it feels like heaven to you, bringing you absolute bliss against your skin. You get your foot against Joel’s shoulder as your other one hangs off the edge of the bed, arching your back in pleasure as Joel’s mouth moves down your thigh. 

Joel looks up at you and smiles as he kisses your leg. Noticing the wet spot appears on your underwear. Pre-cum slowly escaping the slit of your cock. “Let’s get these underwear off you.” You didn't need Joel to tell you to lift your hips reflectively. You lifted your pelvis, and he slid the underwear off you. Your hard throbbing cock slaps against your navel, a line of pre-cum connects with your stomach. “God, you’re s’fuckin’ perfect, baby.” 

Standing up from his position, he softly presses his lips against yours, bringing his hand into the bend of your knee, his other hand holding the side of your face. Joel’s tongue licked your bottom lip, awaiting your mouth to open. Slightly parting your lips, Joel slips his tongue into your mouth, causing you to smile at Joel’s eagerness. 

“How do you feel?” Joel questions against your lips.

“Fan-fuckin-tastic.” You answer, bearing your teeth. “How about I make you feel even fuckin’ better.” Joel’s question came out as a statement, causing you to question his meaning. Without warning, Joel backs up from your face and laps his tongue on the shaft of your cock, making a moan escape from your mouth, sliding his tongue slowly up the head of your cock, moans escaping your mouth. “F-fuck, Joel,” You breathe. 

“Y’like that, baby?” 

You breathe out an answer as Joel starts playing the slit of your cock with his tongue. “Yes.” 

“Makin’ sure that you deserve somethin’. You’re too precious to be mistreated.”

Joel must've heard all the times you would complain to your best friend about how one guy seemed great but lacked something when it came to sex. Joel was showing what you’ve been craving for a guy to reciprocate when you pleasured them, but he wasn't expecting anything back; he was just glad to pleasure his boy first. 

Wrapping his mouth slowly around the tip of your cock, Joel slowly goes down the shaft of your length, causing you to moan and white knuckle your sheets as you throw your head back — arching your back and snapping your eyes shut in pleasure. 

His pace was slow but patient. Joel wanted to make you feel something you rarely experienced — over the moon. Wrapping his hands around the shaft of your cock, his fingers would let go for a moment before wrapping.

Dragging your fingers into Joel’s curls, you slowly push his head down, hoping he could speed up. “Fuck, Joel. Can you go faster, please?”

“I can do ya one better, doll.”

As Joel’s mouth felt warm around your cock, he started to go faster as you gasped in pleasure; you felt Joel’s hand slide from your thigh as he slowly began to tease your hole. The skin of your taint felt sensitive with each stroke of Joel’s finger teasing you; each swipe, each light prodding made your body shiver in anticipation. Your cock has never been in overdrive as much as this — Joel was slowly rising you towards your peak. Your cock twitches in Joel’s mouth showing the throbbing pain that was threatening to shoot out. 

Slowly and agonizing, Joel slides his mouth off your cock, swallowing his spit; Joel wipes the reminder off his lips with the back of his hand, glances at you, and chuckles as Joel strokes your cock. “Y’close, doll?”

“Yes,” You whimper. “So fuckin’ close. It hurts so much. Can I cum yet, Joel?”

A chuckle left his throat, a sly smirk appearing on his face as he stared at you. Joel stops pumping your cock — landing on your stomach, precum leaking from the slit. “Not yet, doll. We haven't had our fun yet.”

Lifting your legs, Joel slides his head down deeper in between your thighs. He laps his tongue against your aching hole; a shaky moan escapes your lips as you hold your legs up so Joel can get better access to your hole. His hands are planted on your inner thighs as he keeps his tongue against your taint. 

Joel’s tongue felt like magic against you, showing you things you’ve never felt before — things you’ve only imagined happening. His tongue sliding up and down, in and out of your hole, made you want to cum by how much Joel was treating you. 

His plump lips planting kisses against your taint made your toes curl — the bones could pop out, your nails digging into the skin of your thighs, your moans escaping from you with each movement of Joel’s lips and tongue was giving you pleasure. 

That sensation of something feeling pushed inside you came rushing in as you let go of one of your thighs, gripped the sheets below you, and threatened to rip them up. You look down at Joel, looking up at you with a smirk on his face; you notice what is being pushed inside you; Joel’s thick middle finger has taken a turn to please you. 

“Y’like that, don’t you, baby?”

“Mhmm,” You whimper, throwing your head back, closing your eyes, and biting your lip. 

“I told ya, I know what you like, basically what you’ve been yearnin’ for.” 

“But, you gotta let me know if it’s too much for you, baby. I can't read minds yet.”

“It’s it too much?” Joel questioned.

You shake your head to deny Joel’s question. “It’s just right, it’s so fuckin’ right,” You grit your teeth. 

Sliding another finger in, Joel’s pace had gone faster. You knew Joel was trying to test your limit; you never knew your limit; you were glad to try to figure it out with someone you trusted. 

“Look at that; your hole wraps around m’fingers; it keeps sucking me in no matter how hard I try to pull out.”

Sudden movements from your hips as you kept raising your hips and bringing them back down. Gritting your teeth, tiny whimpers left through your teeth. Pleasure flowed through your entire body — a new goal you never knew you could reach.

Joel would never admit this, but him being the reason whimpers were leaving your mouth, you squirming because of his fingers and mouth, he was fucking over the moon to be the first person ever to make you feel this way. 

“J-Joel?” You breathed.

“Yeah, doll?”

“Can I please suck your cock?” 

Joel was conflicted by your question; all he wanted to do was make you feel good, he wasn’t expecting anything in return, but he wanted to know what that perfect mouth of yours felt around his cock. 

Slipping his fingers outside your hole, aching for more, Joel smirks at you and opens his mouth to speak. “Yes, you can, doll.” As you sit up, you notice the length that resided in his jeans; your eyes almost pop from their sockets from what you have just seen. You’d never seen anything that big in porn, yes, but never in real life. 

Noticing your astonishment, Joel looked at his jeans and then back up at you. “Is this size good enough, sweetheart?” You nod your head. Sliding your back against the mattress, you slid so your knees hit the wood below you. Watching the eagerness flood Joel’s eyes made you feel that excitement swimming in your stomach. The button of his jeans popped above you, and hearing the zipper going down, you watched as Joel’s cock popped out from its restraints.

Joel’s throbbing cock bounced in front of you, precum leaking from the slit of Joel’s cock. In your eyes, Joel’s cock looked more realistic than plastic. You wouldn’t lie; you were a curious kid; you had removed Joel’s clothes before and only noticed a blob on where his dick was now. The veins traveled up the shaft of his cock, stopping at the mushroom tip of his cock. The happy trail from Joel’s tummy showed up his pubic hair that rested above the shaft of his cock. Your mouth went dry in anticipation. It was the first you had seen a dick this big and thick before and so close to your face. 

“You alright, doll?”

Shooting your eyes up at Joel, you can tell a bit of worry on his face. “Yeah, I-I’m fine. Just never seen a dick this big before,” You admitted. Bending down so his face is in front of you, softly placing his hand against your cheek in reassurance. “We can take it slow if you want to.” You nodded at Joel’s words as he planted his lips against your forehead and stood straight. Dragging Joel’s jeans down as your knuckles brushed up against the hair on Joel’s thighs, gravity stopping Joel’s jeans when they stop at his ankles, your hand wraps the shaft of his cock. You slowly wrap your lips around the tip of Joel’s cock, and you hear him exhale in pleasure. 

Slowly pushing your head down the shaft of Joel’s cock, lips wrapped tight, you feel the veins trace the skin of your lips as the head of Joel’s cock press into the back of your throat. A groan of pleasure escapes Joel’s lips as you back your head up. You push your head forward and back leisurely, and you can tell the pace makes Joel go crazy. His member in your mouth kept throbbing against the roof of your mouth. Suddenly, your pace went a little faster; you looked up and noticed Joel’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his hands were in tight fists, his knuckles threatening to pop out from his hand. The taste of salt fell upon your tongue as you backed your head up from Joel’s cock. A line of spit mixed with precum connecting from your mouth to the tip of Joel’s cock was made apparent, eventually dropping onto the ground below you as you wrapped your hand around Joel’s cock and started pumping his shaft.

The moans escaping Joel’s lips were music to your ears as your moans were to Joel. “Fuck, baby. Y’so good at that. Those boys are so fuckin’ stupid.” His southern drawl causes summersaults in your stomach. Sliding your mouth back onto Joel’s cock, a deep moan escapes his lips as your lips were at a quick pace, your hands planted on Joel’s thighs, the hair on his thighs pressed up against your hand as the tip of Joel’s cock kept hitting the back of your throat.

Moans, grunts, whines, and whimpers were all escaping from Joel’s lips, his hands holding onto your head as his hips humped into your head, his cock pressing deeper – causing you to gag a couple of times. Your nose kept poking into where Joel’s pubic hair rested; the scent was intoxicating, causing your cock to leak with precum below you. 

Suddenly, Joel held your head – your throat grasping around his cock, causing you to gag more. Slobber escaping your mouth as with each inhale through your nose – resting on Joel’s hairy patch made it impossible to exhale without gagging. Your palms were getting sweaty against Joel’s meaty thighs, the hair on his legs feeling nonexistent against your slippery hands.

His hands slide your head back, and lines of spit connect from his cock to your top and bottom lips. Deep inhales and exhales leave your body as you watch Joel slightly shudder. His cock glistened in your spit, throbbing. Sweat littered Joel’s hairy chest and forehead; you swallowed the spit in the back of your throat from your excessive breathing. Your forehead felt heavy with sweat as you looked up at Joel; he slid his hand up his forehead, pushing the curls that had stuck to his forehead. “Fuck, sorry, baby. Y’mouth is so fuckin’ addictin’.” 

“Don’t think I’m finished with you yet, Joel,” You spoke, disregarding his apology. Quickly eager to show Joel what you meant, you pick up his cock and slide your tongue on the underside of Joel’s shaft. Lapping your tongue against his veins, you could hear Joel praise you from above. “So fuckin’ perfect, who wouldn’t want to treat you right?”

Bringing your tongue slowly down to make Joel squirm, you feel his body Joel a little bit as you are still holding his cock in your hand; you place your mouth around his ball sack and lightly suck on one of them. “OH, FUCK!” Joel groaned. Joel’s body felt like jelly – incapable of holding himself up; Joel hadn’t felt this level of pleasure before, from anything he’s ever fucked before. “You like that, baby?” You asked. “Yes,” Joel gritted his teeth. “God, I love it s’much.” Backing your mouth up, you stroke Joel’s cock and watch Joel hold his head back and moans escaping his lips. Bending down, Joel places his hands between the fold of your armpits and picks you up from your knees. 

Planting his lips against yours, the kiss you shared between the two of you felt hungry, Lips mashing against each other, teeth clashing against each other. Joel’s arms holding you tightly against his torso. Joel was fucking starving for you as his lips were latching against your cheeks, jawline, against the skin of your neck. That feeling of Joel’s teeth against your neck made you know Joel was marking you as his. Your nails drag against Joel’s soft curls as you enjoy Joel’s mouth, bringing his head up back against your lips. Sweat from Joel’s chest was seeping through your shirt. You wanted to take it off to feel Joel’s skin against yours. Backing your head away from Joel’s, his head following suit as he watches you attempt to take your shirt off.

Holding the hem of your shirt, Joel helps you slide your shirt off your head, wrapping your arms around Joel’s neck, him wrapping his arms against your lower back. The warmth of each other’s bodies radiated against each other. Your cocks rubbed against each other; the warmth you both shared was hot enough to blow the roof off your bedroom. This experience felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from. 

Backing his head away from your lips, you notice a look of dominance in Joel’s eyes, which darken as he opens his mouth to speak. “Get on that bed, so I can fuck you the way you, a good boy like you should be fucked.”

“But, what if I’ve been a bad boy?” You tease. 

Leaning his head toward your ear. “Then I’ll have to punish you.”

“Get on that fuckin’ bed,” Joel commanded. You listened to Joel, letting your arms go from around his neck, your knees bent on the bed, as you pushed yourself to land your head where your pillow rested, your back collided with the soft cloud-like material. You watched Joel climb on the bed, stopping as he was positioned right between your legs. “Put your leg on my shoulder.”

Compiling to what Joel commanded, your ankle rested on Joel’s broad shoulder. A line of spit leaves Joel’s mouth and connects to the tip of his cock, rubbing the spit to lube up his cock. Slowly leaning over you, one next to your head, fingers spread apart. Joel moves his hand from the tip to his shaft as he starts to tease you – making you shudder in anticipation. 

Moving his cock to poke your hole makes you yearn for him every slight push into you. Hisses escaped your gritted teeth as you craved to feel good. “Joel, can you please fuck me?”

“Nuh uh, bad boys don’t get to beg,” Joel grinned.

Joel had let go of his length and placed his other hand next to the other side of your head. His hips were grinding into you, making you gasp and make your spine chill. Joel’s cock kept rubbing up against your sensitive tip, making you physically shudder and making your cock feel like it was about to burst. “I can tell how much you love this. M’cock grinding up against yours before I get you pregnant.” Your breath hitched as Joel’s voice made you want him more – you’ve never wanted anyone this bad before. 

“Joel, please. I need you.”

“How bad do you need me, sweetheart?” Joel growled into your ear. 

“So fuckin’ much, it's unbearable.”

“Well then, are you going to be my good boy?’

Nodding your head, you shut your eyes and licked your lips in anticipation. You notice that your ankle comes off Joel’s shoulder and collides with the mattress. You feel his lips press against yours briefly as you open your eyes and see Joel’s brown orbs looking into yours before he opens his mouth to speak. “Well, I can’t keep my good boy waitin’.” Looking in between your bodies, Joel adjusts his cock; you feel it press into you for a split second. He looks back up to you, “You ready, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, I am,” You answer. 

Joel slowly pushes in, and you feel the tip agonizingly stretch you out. Your moans rattle the walls next to you both. “Does it hurt, baby?” You shake your head, denying Joel’s question. His shaft is halfway in before he pulls out fast. You gasp before breathing heavily. “Damn, baby. Y’so fuckin’ tight,” Joel commented. Once again, Joel slides his cock into you, making your moans more intense than before. Halfway in, Joel rocks his hips back and forth slowly into you. Your eyes snapped shut intensely, straining your eyelids. The pain was starting to feel good, too good.

“Is this okay, baby?”

Opening your eyes, you notice the concern in Joel’s eyes. He looked so sweet, caring, and compassionate; you’ve always seen him like that growing up. “Yes, Joel. It’s okay,” You smile. Leaning down to kiss you, Joel’s hips still rocking into your hole, moans exiting your mouth and entering Joel’s. Feeling Joel slowly stretch you out felt indescribable; it felt good, but you did want Joel to go faster. “Joel,” You moan against Joel’s mouth. “Yes, baby?” 

Joel backs up to hear you properly. Before you could get a word out to Joel, one push further in, and you feel the base of Joel’s cock clap into you, which echoes throughout the room. Joel realizes what this means; a sly grin appears on Joel’s lips. “Hold that thought, doll,” Joel commanded.

His pace was faster and rougher. Claps rang throughout the room with each thrust, like an audience applauding at the end of a play. Your hands gripped the sheets or ran your hand down Joel’s back while Joel had his hand on the headboard. It felt like Joel had read your mind at that moment, knowing that you wanted more and that he would give it to you. “I can tell y’wanted this before you even said it, baby. Could hear ya screamin’ at me to fuck you harder.’

“Y’wanted this, didn’t ya?” Joel grunted. 

“God, yes, Joel. I’ve wanted something like this for so long, begging for it. This feels fucking amazing.”

“I’can say the same about this boy pussy of yours, grippin’ onto me so tight, it doesn’t want to let go, and I don’t think I want it to.” You bring your hands up to Joel’s back and dig your nails into his sleek skin; an exhale leaves Joel’s mouth as the pain settles in, but it subsides. 

“Mark me, baby. Make me yours.” 

Your nails drag down Joel’s back until you reach the small of Joel’s back. Joel bows his head, grabs your chin, and smashes his lips against yours, but his thrusts stop. You don’t feel anything warm inside you, so you know he didn’t cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Joel lifts you for a second so you can get up from the sheets below you. Noticing Joel starts to lay himself down, you quickly move your hands on the mattress to keep yourself from crashing into Joel. You still feel Joel’s cock inside you as his hips start to lift up and down. 

That time when you complained about only being in one position with a guy, Joel did hear you and was giving you something you wanted. 

“Sorry for the sudden stop, wanted to fuck you more.”

Backing your head up, you watched as Joel bore his teeth and started to fuck you senselessly. Wrapping his arms tight around your lower back. Your nails dug into the soft material under your sweaty palms; you could feel the fibers begin to tear a bit. “You like this, don’t ya, baby? Being fucked like the sluts I’ve seen you watch on your phone.”

“Craving to be them, wanting someone to fuck you till you can’t feel your legs no more, huh?”

“Yes.” You whined. 

“Wantin’ someone as strong and big as those guys you watch to be able to fill your sweet, tight, boy pussy with hot cum.”

Nodding your head. “Mhmm.”

“Well, I’m here. I’m gonna satisfy your needs, your aches, your cravings for you to be filled with cum. If anyone else tries. I’ll gladly show them who can treat you better and fuck you in front of them, understood, baby.”

“Mhmm.” 

Joel’s hand connects with your ass, a hard smack against it; a cry leaves your mouth. “I need a fuckin’ yes, boy.”

“Yes, Joel, yes.” You whined.

You felt something move from inside you. You see, Joel looks to wear your cock, but he’s looking in between you both. “You feel my cock twitchin’ inside you, doll? You want me to cum inside you?”  “Yes,” You quickly answer and nod. “You’re leakin’ all over my stomach, baby; you wanna cum too?” 

You whimper out an answer. “Then, I better give my boy what he wants.”

Joel slides his cock out of you and lays you on your stomach as he comes up from behind you and slowly teases you. You feel his cock glide between the bends of your ass cheeks, feelings his balls press into them. “Damn, your ass is achin’ f’me right now. I will give you what you deserve, boy.” 

That feeling of being stretched out came back as you rested your forehead on the bed. Joel’s hands dug into your skin; each push of his length made your moans push out of you more. It was like your body was in heat — Joel’s heat. He was an animal in heat when it came to you. Nodding your head, you felt Joel’s hand on your throat and his lips against your ear — his mustache tickling it. “I’m so –thrust–  close to – cummin’ inside this tight ass of yours, baby. Do you want my cum to swim inside you?”

“Yes, Joel. I fuckin’ do.” 

“Then let me give you what you deserve.” Backing his head up, Joel dug into your skin like he was kneading dough; his thrusts were rough, almost splitting you in half. You could feel his cock throb inside you as you felt your shaft pulsating. You knew you were about to cum. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you, baby. I don’t wanna stop after I cum in you.” “Joel, I’m so close. Keep going.”

“Fuck,” Joel growled. “I love it when you beg like that.”

His pace was going faster, and it felt the tip of your cock felt like it was going to explode with your cum. “Fuck, Joel. I’m gonna cum.” 

“Fuck, baby. Me too.’

“Here it comes,” Joel gritted his teeth. 

With one final push, you feel your cum shoot out onto the sheets below you, and you also feel Joel’s cum swim inside you. Light breaths are escaping both of you as you feel Joel slide his cock out of you; a squelching sound is heard as Joel’s cock finally dislodges from your hole. A sigh of relief exits Joel’s mouth as he connects his back to the bed. Turning your neck, you see Joel — soft cock against his stomach as you see his chest dip and rise from the breaths he’s taking.

Picking yourself up from your position, you lay down next to Joel, your head resting on his sweaty, hairy chest. Joel’s arm wraps around you as he pulls you closer to him. 

“So, was that everything you’ve ever wanted?” Joel questioned. 

Nodding your head against his chest. “Yeah, and better than what I could imagine.”

Joel chuckles at your statement, and you join him. Once the laughter dies down, a realization hits him like a bag of bricks. “Y’know, for a moment, I forgot that you’re running off to college without me. Followin’ those dreams and gettin’ your degree.”

“Joel,” You start.

“Havin’ a life, a career, findin’ someone who will love you as much as I do.”

“Joel,” You repeat. 

“Havin’ kids of your own, playin’ with their own action figures or dolls, and I’ll be at the bottom of some —”

“JOEL.” 

Joel jumped at your sudden outburst; he was looking at you instead of the ceiling. He saw you staring at him; he felt frightened but safe simultaneously. You suddenly straddle his lap, his hands on your waist, molding his hands onto you. “You’re coming with me to college.” 

“W-what?” Joel smiled. “When did you come to that decision?” 

“When you gave the most beautiful profession of love when I was on your lap, it made me realize something.” Joel awaited your realization, but he couldn’t lie; you sitting naked on his lap like that, faces inches away from each other, he was starting to get horny again. “I know you can never be real, but that’s okay; it sucks that we won’t grow old together, but you’ll always be there for me, and if I do meet someone, you’ll always be the first person I’ve ever loved, Joel.”

A smile appeared on Joel’s face; you couldn’t tell if sweat or a tear was falling from Joel’s eye when he quickly rolled you on your back and was inches away from you. His smell was intoxicating; the sweat mixed with lust made your cock twitch like crazy. “You’re such a softie, y’know that?” Joel quoted. 

“Only for you, sweetheart,” You quoted. 

“Now, how do you feel about one more round?” Joel questioned. 

“Well, everyone will be out for a while.”

“Should I take my time?”

“Joel, fuckin’ show me a good time.” 

“Okay, my good boy, lemme show you a good time,” Joel states, kissing your lips. Feeling the love from Joel’s kisses, you realize you didn’t need anyone to love you as much as Joel did, and you were fine with that. You didn’t care that he wasn’t real; he felt he was real to you, and that’s all you need.

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Oh!… my bussy! It’s… hyperventilating!

Um… this was so much hotter than it needed to be 😭😭😭 please excuse me while I take a freezing shower my GOD

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Sir, Yes Sir

Summary:

It is said that the human anus can stretch seven inches before taking damage, and a raccoon can squeeze through holes as small as four inches; therefore, one could take two raccoons up one’s ass. What does this have to do with taking three dicks up your ass? Well, everything, considering said dicks could be categorized in the super department. 

Pairings:

Steve Rogers x Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Tags:

Smut | Foursome | Daddy Kink | Degradation Kink | Twink Reader

Words: 1526

Author's Note:

Another request by another who wishes to remain anonymous, it was a bit tricky, because of positions and it took me a while to figure that shit out 💀

It is said that the human anus can stretch seven inches before taking damage, and a raccoon can squeeze through holes as small as four inches; therefore, one could take two raccoons up one’s ass. What does this have to do with taking three dicks up your ass? Well, everything, considering said dicks could be categorized in the super department. 

You laugh to yourself at the thought as Bucky runs the oil down your body, your arms are outstretched in front of you, and his hands massage the oil around your torso. After the first time, it’s a lesson well learned.

Sam stands behind you as well; his hands are more focused on your ass, his chin on your shoulder, while Steve stands in front and massages your dick, pecking you every now and then. Your head’s slightly tilted back, and Bucky places his head on the other side of your neck, placing kisses on the skin there. Sam follows his lead and does the same, and you close your eyes, you hmm, shoulders scrunching up at the touch. Your legs aren’t buckling, but it’s getting harder to remain standing when the movements rack such sensations. 

A hand slides between your ass, delicately pulling one cheek away as a finger slides in, your leg goes up a bit, and Steve takes it in hand and lifts it slightly; a separate hand joins in behind, and the leg still standing shakes. Steve chuckles, and you balance yourself as best as you can. You hold Steve’s face, he tilts his head, slotting his lips against yours, your head gets directed away from his to Sam’s, his smile is ever present, and you grin alongside him. You move one of your hands to his face; Steve kisses the palm of the other and loops it behind his neck. His leg slots between your legs and his beard skirts over your skin as he kisses his way down your body; he kneels, then holds your cock up. Your eyes dart down, and he glances up at you, pumping it slowly; you gasp when more fingers are added. Head tilting away but then brought back, “I wasn’t done,” Sam mutters.

The fingers just seem to multiply, and your gasps give way to Sam’s tongue; Bucky’s metal fingers are cold, a contrast to Sam’s. The metal drags your insides and leaves faint scratching-like sensations, your back arches, and you hiss when he curls them and whimper when they twist; Steve manages to draw out precum, and you rut against his hands. He doesn’t go further after you do. Instead, he stands, and when you and Sam part for air, Steve holds your chin in his hands, admiring the swell of your lips. The room descends as you’re laid on your back; the floor doesn’t seem to meet with your skin as you slide away; it’s minor, almost unnoticeable, but Bucky, the bastard, points it out. He pushes your legs up as if to take a gander at your ass, but instead of that, you’re whisked away by his slight push. He laughs to himself, and Sam pushes you back, then Steve, and soon it’s a free for all.

“I’m glad you’re finding amusement from my suffering,” you say, and the three of them double down in laughter. You don’t say it with any anger behind it; your legs uncurl, and you lie on the floor, arm over your head laughing, a little lost in it; you almost don’t notice when their laughter dies down. Something smacks your arm, and you move it from your face to find a dick in your face and Bucky’s smug little grin. You’re pulled up by your arm and find yourself with a faceful of dicks. Your eyes widen, “He looks excited,” Sam comments.

“He’ll be crying soon enough,” Steve remarks. He smacks your face with his dick; you open your mouth and take it in, your hands coming up to service the other two. It takes some adjustments to get a good pace with all three dicks - hands are carding through your hair, and any delay in speed earns you a harsh tug - Steve’s precum lines your mouth when his dick moves out. They talk among themselves as you move to the next one; your tongue swirls around Sam's dick; when you catch a glimpse of them again, it’s to them groping each other. But you don’t pay mind to that; if you don’t lubricate enough, it’s going to be rough going in - not that you’re complaining. 

“What’s the smile for sweetheart?” Bucky asks, “Hope you’re not thinking we’ll go easy on you.”

You move back and swallow, “No, daddy.”

Sam pats your head, and you return to your work; you switch between them, and the precum goes down and is replaced by cum; your face is tilted up, thumbs parting your lips to garner at their handiwork. “Swallow.” It’s a command, not a question. You open your mouth after to prove you’ve done so, then you’re hoisted up and moved to the bed. Bucky lies back, and you’re shoved into his waiting crotch. You hold onto his thighs as you bob your head, a hand smacks down on your ass, and your lower half is hauled up onto your knees. There’s another smack, and you whimper around Bucky’s dick. Another smack lands on your ass. And another. And another. And another. And another. Until it’s a symphony of your cries accompanied by their cruel laughter.

Your legs feel like jelly; when they droop, there’s a sharp sting on your thighs; when you don’t correct your posture, you receive more until you pluck up the strength to do so. Bucky keeps a hand on your head, saliva pools around his dick as you choke on it. When you take too long for Bucky’s liking to readjust back to your pace, he takes it upon himself to do so, hands gripping your head as he uses your mouth to his heart’s content. Your skin stings where the hands land, “Aaw, does that hurt, sweetheart?” Bucky smugly sneers.

You hmm, around him, his second orgasm comes as you’re drawing back to respond, it trailers down your face, and you swallow what little got into your mouth. Bucky wipes the rest away with his tongue, “Say aah….”

You open your mouth, and he passes it in, tongue dancing with yours; his dick goes in easy, but he doesn’t move. He lies back, bringing him with you, two sets of hands part your ass further, there’s not that much room, but it doesn’t stop them. You gasp when you feel the prodding, squirming in place brings Bucky’s arms around you and hands on your back, pushing you back down. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart, ya scared?” Sam asks, leaning close; his nose grazes your neck. 

“Oh, doll…” it’s Steve’s faux sweet voice; there’s a tilt of condescension, “but you asked for it, didn’t you?” You nod, “Use your words, honey.”

“Yes, sir,” you reply.

You’re twisted around on Bucky’s dick, moaning as it happens, then you’re looking up to Steve and Sam; they sling your legs over their shoulders, “So why are you crying?” 

It’s the closest thing to a heads-up; they push forward, the tips go in together, and they have to adjust. You groan, head turning to the side and eyes closed, but Bucky forces your chin back, “Keep those eyes open,” he orders, “you know we like to see those tears.” 

When they push further, it’s not simultaneous, whereas Sam is patient, Steve is quick, Bucky hasn’t moved, and busies himself with jacking you off, holding your hips down as he does so. You whine when they settle in, panting, you’re full, more than full at this point, there’s static in your mind, and Sam laughs. “Haven’t even started, and the slut’s already brain dead.”

You huff, arms gripping the sheets. When they move, it’s far more coordinated; you’re not sure who starts; they slide in and out, holding your legs as they do so, moving you as they move. It hurts; they move relentlessly, skin slaps skin, and your moans echo in the room. Your nipples are twisted, bitten, and pulled, Bucky’s hand jacks you off, and the metal chafes at your skin. Your skin is on fire, your senses buzz, and when you try to open your eyes, they fall shut from the pleasure. Someone orgasms, you don’t know who, but that doesn’t stop them. They carry on, and the cum acts as a lubricant, your hole feels looser now, and with that, they move faster. The tears of pleasure are licked away and bring on more laughter.

Your orgasm comes, and you pass out, the sensations sending your body over the edge and leaving you a living fleshlight. When you come to, you’re tucked into Sam, Steve’s behind you, and Bucky lies on top, “Sorry, we went overboard,” Steve says, kissing your ear.

“No, I liked it,” you tell them. When you shift your legs, there’s a sharp pain, and you can feel the pronounced hand prints all over your body. “I liked it a lot.”

End Note:

You may now sanitize my soul in thy holiest of water, Stay Hydrated.

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YEOOOOOOOO THIS WAS HOT ??? Oh my god…

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The Son: Chapter 23

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Ahhhhhh I’m getting so excited as we’re getting closer and closer to the finale!! I really hope the story has been interesting for you guys so far. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, some slight others probably

Word Count: 5,998

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“What? How?” Poe asked, the news of Chewie being alive reigniting him.

“He’s alive! He must’ve been on a different transport,” Rey exclaimed, her hopeful eyes turning back towards you.

“We gotta go get him,” Finn rushed.

“Your friend’s on that sky trash?” Zorii asked Poe.

“I guess he is!”

“Might I introduce myself!” C3PO suddenly turned back on and sat up in the chair. “I am C3PO, human-cyborg relations. And you are?”

Poe pointed at the droid while looking at you all, “Ok, that’s gonna be a problem.”

“Hello. I Babu Frik,” the small creature behind the droid spoke.

“Why, hello!” 3PO excitedly replied.

“Introductions later, let’s move,” you called out, everyone beginning to grab their things and prepare to leave. 

With a confused 3PO, your group managed to leave the building you were all in and began running back in the direction of the ship. 

“Threepio, move your metal ass. We’re almost there,” Poe yelled over the falling snow in the night.

As everyone ran along the side of one of the buildings, the droid responded, “How dare you! We’ve only just met!”

As you moved forward, Zorii stopped Poe, “Poe. Might get you on the capital ship. Go help your friend.”

She had raised up the medallion she showed earlier and Poe returned her look with surprise, “Zorii, I don’t think I can take this.”

She has a good heart.

“I don’t care what you think,” she grabbed his hand and placed the medallion in his palm.

“Thank you, Zorii,” you thanked.

“We have to go. Now,” Rey spoke from ahead with Finn next to her as a TIE fighter had landed nearby.

“Good luck,” Zorii said to you and Poe.

With a look of determination and a nod, you split from Zorii and came up to Finn and Rey to continue traveling. After a short while struggling to get past the extremely high security and through the town, you arrived at the ship and rushed to take off, aiming towards the destroyer, towards Chewie. As the ship began to fly towards Ren’s larger one, Poe popped open a compartment on the console and placed the medallion in the spot that had opened. After doing so, the main monitor came up with information, including access and transfer codes. 

“Medallion’s good,” Poe confirmed. “Clear for entrance into hangar 12.”

“Hang on, Chewie. We’re coming,” Rey whispered hopefully out the front window. 

“Whoever this Chewie person is, this is madness!” C3PO chirped from behind.

The ship entered one of the hangers of the destroyer and landed, your group preparing yourselves and weaponry to infiltrate the ship and save Chewie. As the cargo ramp lowered, a pair of guards came up to greet you, standard protocol. Unfortunately for them, they were about to meet you.

“Credentials and manifes-” one of the troopers words were cut short as they were both hit in the chest by direct laser bolts, flying back in smoke.

Shots began to fly out towards your ship from a few directions while you, Rey, Finn, Poe, and BB-8 pushed out to establish a front. You ignited your blades, intending to block and deflect laser bolts back but found the way you held your lightsaber to be slightly strange. Waving your saber as you blocked, you nearly missed a few, your forms also feeling like they were off. Your connection to the force was still in shambles, and every time you tried to connect once again your head would begin to pound or literal pain would course through you. Eventually, you deactivated your sabers and opted to grab one of the fallen blasters on the ground to begin firing back. You didn’t prefer to use blasters but you were still trained in them as it was a basic weapon. Luckily, the hangar wasn’t too occupied as your crew made short work of the troopers, the room going silent as the last one fell. 

“You three, stay there!” Rey called back at the droids now all waiting at the edge of the cargo ramp.

“Happily!” the golden droid responded.

“Hold on to these for me,” you tossed your sabers at him, knowing it would be kept in the ship until you were ready to use them again.

“Which way?” Poe directed at Finn, the former stormtrooper with the most knowledge on the layout possible.

“Uh, no idea. Follow me,” he began to move towards one of the main doors as your group followed.

After getting deeper into the ship and into one of the hallways, your group began to hear a group of troopers begin to walk into your direction. Deciding against fighting the entire ship and everyone on it, your group hid alongside the metallic cavities on the walls, allowing the group of soldiers to walk past unnoticed. Finn took the lead as the remaining three of you stayed silent and vigilant, weapons pointed down the multiple hallways leading in different directions. 

You had just followed Finn past a central point into another hallway when two troopers jumped out in front of you with their weapons raised, “Drop your weapons!”

Rey stepped forward quickly and waved her hand, “It’s ok that we’re here.”

She was using the Jedi mind trick on them to make them more susceptible to suggestion, their weapons lowering as they shook their heads slightly. 

“It’s ok that you’re here.”

“It’s good,” the two troopers mimic’d. 

“You’re relieved that we’re here,” Rey took it a step further.

“Thank goodness you’re here,” their weapons had been completely sagged by their sides now.

“Does she do that to us?” Poe whispered.

“No, but who’s to say I haven’t?” you feigned mischievousness. 

Poe’s eyes turned to yours with fear.

“We’re looking for a prisoner and his belongings.”

The troopers explained in detail how to get to where Chewie was and where his things were being held before Rey instructed them to return to their posts. Rushing through the ship with a renewed sense of energy, knowing where Chewie was, you reached an area close to him.

“The cameras,” Rey called out.

As you pushed through, you began to shoot out the cameras on the corners of the wall, knowing that when they eventually do find you, taking out their eyes would benefit you.

“Chewie’s just through here,” Finn came up to a panel next to a sealed door.

After tinkering with it slightly, the door opened and you rushed in, weapons pointed at every possible location a trooper could be waiting at. After realizing there was no trooper to be found, you turned around to see Rey walking off.

“Rey, come on,” Finn called back.

“The dagger is on this ship, we need it,” she muttered back, not turning around.

Poe walked up to her, “Why?”

“A feeling. I’ll meet you back at the hangar,” she was beginning to turn to rush off.

“Rey, if you run into Kylo, I’m not in a position to help you right now,” you worriedly explained.

“I’ll be fine, get Chewie out,” she said with what felt like certainty.

With a sigh, you begrudgingly let her go, cursing your current inability. 

“Rey, you can’t just-” Finn began.

Poe grabbed his arm to stop him, meeting his eyes with seriousness, “Chewie.”

Finn nodded back and the three of you moved down the newly opened hallway towards Chewie.

“Wait till Leia hears about this,” you muttered as you moved along.

“I don’t even wanna think about that right now,” Poe replied back.

Eventually, you came up to the door the troopers said Chewie was in and as you came closer, it flew open, the three of you rushing past to see Chewie with his hands bound in the back of the room. Sighs of relief filled everyone's ears at the reunification of a friend thought gone.

Chewie vocalized as you rushed forward to release his hands, leading Poe to grab him by the shoulders, “Of course we came for you, Chewie.”

“We don’t leave anyone behind,” you smiled as you managed to get the cuffs off of him.

He growled again and Finn explained, “Yeah, Rey’s here. She’s gonna get the dagger.”

After helping Chewbacca to his feet, your now group of four rushed back the way that you came, Finn once again taking the lead, “The ship’s this way. Follow me.”

Turning a corner, “Over here!” 

A stormtrooper just up ahead where you were heading called out and began to fire at you, Finn firing right back as he backed up and proceeded to shoot out the door console, “Wrong way!”

The rest of you ducked behind cover as the rest of the troopers ahead were firing down at you, the door soon shutting closed.

Turning around and heading behind you instead, Poe took the lead, “There’s not really a right way, is there?”

Unfortunately for you, the next corner intersection behind you that Poe had just came up to was also beginning to get riddled with laser blasts. Poe had slammed his back up against the corner just behind the frame of the hallway as you came up to the opposite side, meeting eyes. With a shared look to exchange intentions, he nodded and the two of you popped out, beginning to fire in the two directions the hallway split into, covering both directions. There were about two troopers on your side you managed to take out quickly. The first shot you hit was a lucky reflex before you followed up and shot the other, Finn popping out on Poe’s side to assist him with the troopers there, your group clearing out the way. You turned and followed down the direction Poe was aiming at, now towards the back of the group as Finn and Poe rushed down as soon as they cleared it. As Poe ran down the hallway, he bent down and grabbed one of the fallen troopers’ blasters, sliding it across the waxed floor towards Chewie who picked it up and turned around, shooting another pair of troopers who had come up behind your group. The entire ship seemed to be on high alert for your group now as you barely made it down the stretch of the hallway before you ran into more troopers waiting for you and blasting at your group. With haste and vigor, your group pressed on, running through and shooting back at the troopers. The hallway was luckily quite wide so your group through a series of evadeful motions managed to avoid the enemy fire and carve a path through the winding hallways back towards your ship.

“We close?” Poe asked after curving through another dead end. 

“Straight ahead,” Finn answered.

Though just as you passed through, the next door led to a much more open room, Poe running in first and getting struck by a laser bolt!

“Poe!” you nearly screamed.

With worry and anger, you rushed into the room and noticed the trooper who shot him in the corner, your weapon raising to meet his armor and your finger squeezing the trigger. 

After doing so, you tossed your weapon to the side and fell down to check on Poe, “Are you ok?”

You turned him over to see him holding his left arm tightly, blood seeping through his shirt. A nervous spike ran through you at seeing him hurt but you were thankful it was mostly a flesh wound.

He raised his head as the sound of boots echoed through the room, “Nope.”

You also raised your head to be met with a squadron of troopers, on every side closing in with their weapons hot, “You there! Hands up! Drop your weapons now!”

“Drop them!”

“Drop them now!”

The troopers surrounded you and with a defeated sigh, Finn and Chewie dropped their blasters. 

“Hey fellas,” Poe rasped from the floor.

“Shut up, scum,” a trooper responded, prompting a small laugh from Chewie.

You were all brought to your feet and had your hands bound, the troopers taking your weapons off of you. Once that was done, they began to escort you through the ship until you eventually came across their General.

“Allegiant General, the scavenger is not with them,” one of the troopers who escorted you explained.

The man was in a full black colored suit that had its lapels extended on one side to pull over and rest on the other half. He had fully grayed out hair cut shortly and skin that was beginning to sag. It seemed he was with the First Order for a long time.

“Take them away, exterminate them. Especially him,” he gave a look towards you which made your eyebrow crease. 

You assumed he held extra hatred towards you as a “Jedi” which is why he did so but felt a personal touch in his tone, looking over to meet eyes with Poe. You didn’t have your sabers on you which you were really beginning to regret neither access to the force thanks to whatever you were hit with. Is this where I die? Where I lose Poe? I never thought it would be so soon... 

The same troopers who cuffed you dragged you back through the ship once they received their orders and lined you all up in a room, facing the wall while they lined up behind you with their weapons.

You looked over at Poe, “I love you.”

He returned your gaze with loving eyes, “I love you too.”

The troopers' weapons raised and you heard their power cells come online, “Actually. I’d like to do this myself.”

With the small amount of time bought back, Poe turned to Finn, “What were you gonna tell Rey before?”

“You still on that?” Finn gritted out, still facing the wall.

Poe’s head completely snapped towards him at that, “Oh, I’m sorry, is this a bad time?”

“He obviously was going to tell her he loved her,” you rolled your eyes with a sigh, preparing for the firing squad behind you.

“That he what?” Poe exclaimed.

“Why would- that’s not,” Finn was flustered. “This isn’t the time.”

“Well, later doesn’t really seem like an option, now does it?” Poe returned. “If you’re gonna get something off your chest, maybe now’s not the worst time to-”

He was cut short by the sounds of blaster fire and all of you tightly shut your eyes in anticipation of what was to come. Though after a few short moments, you slowly opened your eyes to find yourself completely unharmed. 

Turning around hesitantly, you were faced with one of the higher ranking soldiers that had spoken before about ‘doing it himself’ holding a blaster, the other three storm troopers blasted on the floor.

“I’m the spy,” the ginger haired man announced.

“What?” Poe shouted in surprise.

“You?” Finn shouted, equally surprised.

“We don’t have much time,” he replied.

“I knew it,” Poe pointed at him, hands still bound together.

“No, you did not,” Finn finished.

You were about to ask who in the galaxy he was before you finally recognized him. You had never seen him in person before but you knew that Poe had run into him before, General Hugs... or was it Hux? You couldn’t quite put it together until you saw his hair, also cut short and finely done up, though raring ginger. 

You followed Hux after he uncuffed you all and gave you back your weapons as he led you back through the hallways where you eventually ran into BB-8, C3PO, and the new small droid coming up from the other end of the hallway. 

3PO was completely fitted with Chewie’s belt, crossbow, bag, and Rey’s staff, “Ah yes, there they are!”

“BB-8! Come on!” Poe called out as Hux came up to a door where your groups met, pressing a button on the console to open the door.

“I’ll shut down the impeders. You’ve got seconds,” Hux explained as Chewie walked out onto the railing.

“There she is,” Poe muttered, looking out below from the window pane of the hallway. “She’s a survivor.”

You peaked out and looked below to see the one and only, Millennium Falcon sitting in the hangar. 

You were just getting past Hux as he stopped Finn, “Wait, wait. Blast me in the arm. Quick.”

“What?”

“Or they’ll know.”

After understanding, Finn raised his pistol up and leveled with his arm... before dropping it and shooting him in the leg instead. Hux yelped in pain as his leg recoiled and he fell to the ground.

“Why are you helping us?” Finn questioned, coming forward to stand over him.

“I don’t care if you win,” Hux’s face contorted in pain and hatred. “I need Kylo Ren to lose.”

You decided that you’d heard enough and pushed forward, everyone eventually getting into the ship and helping get it started. 

As you were in the copilot seat, you called back to the droids behind you, “Where’s Rey?”

BB-8 beeped back to say she was back at Ochi’s ship where she had given them Chewie’s things, also mentioning that Kylo’s ship had arrived in the very same hangar. 

A rush of anxiety ran through your gut as you flicked another switch, the engine coming online, “We need to get there, fast.”

Moving efficiently with Poe’s expert help, the ship took off rather quickly and blasted out of the hangar, the city underneath the destroyer coming back into view. Though, you weren’t free quite yet, steering the ship back in a loop to come back around and aimed straight towards the hangar you had initially infiltrated in. Coming up to it, you saw Rey just on the edge of the barrier, Kylo a few paces in front of her with a squadron of troopers behind him. 

As the ship came into view, the troopers immediately began to fire at you and Poe reared you around to have the engine face the hangar, “Hold it steady!”

He flipped a switch that activated one of the supplemental engines, doing it so close to the hangar that the sudden rush of power sent a strong air current inwards to blow all of the troopers away.

“Finn, move fast!” he called out to Finn whose job it was to lower the cargo ramp and get Rey on.

Your hands strained on the steering of the ship to keep it in place as the engines roared to blast away. The cargo ramp opened parallel to the hanger so it was up to Rey to leap and reach the ramp. As the engines blew energy just past her, she turned and ran, leaping at the very edge to link hands with Finn, him pulling her inwards as she grabbed at the sides to support herself. After Finn and Rey were inside and began to close the cargo ramp, you knew it was safe to leave so you allowed the throttle that Poe had built up to be loose, sending your ship off into the atmosphere and ultimately into hyperspace; Poe had inputted the coordinates to Endor..

“I don’t know why they’re not following us, but I don’t trust it,” Poe commented.

While the ship had been started and already taken off for a while, only after reaching hyperspace were you really able to check on all of the systems, “Landing gear is out.”

“Landing gears busted? How busted?” 

“Busted, we’re not landing easy,” you informed.

“Damn it. Well, knowing this ship, we’ll be fine,” Poe hopefully spoke.

You raised an eyebrow and looked at him while you were tinkering with the console, “‘Fine’ isn’t the word I’d use for our current or most likely future state.”

He gave a tight lipped smile with a sigh through his nose at that, knowing exactly what you meant before reaching over and placing one of his hands over your own, “Hey, I’m glad we didn’t die back there.”

You stopped what you were doing and rested your other hand atop his, squeezing lightly, “Me too. I haven’t had you to myself nearly long enough.”

His teeth peeked past his lips at that, a smile forming, “Neither have I. And I plan on being crazy about you forever.”

Your smile was now fully formed as well, “Be careful what you wish for. I know what forever feels like.” You quickly realized and corrected yourself, “Well actually, I suppose I don’t any longer.”

“Whether it’s 40 years or 4 thousand, you’re who I’m spending my life with, end of story,” Poe asserted with confidence.

A raging blush came onto your cheeks, which Poe noticed, and proceeded to smile even harder, “You know what you’re doing.”

He chuckled and actually got up from his seat slightly to reach over to you and place a soft and warm kiss over your lips, “You’re even cuter when you’re flustered.”

You returned the kiss even through the burning you felt in your cheeks and when he pulled away, saw the same shit eating grin on his face, “You love that you can do this to me, don’t you?”

“More than I’ll admit,” he winked at you.

You shook your head with a smile before mimicking his actions, getting up slightly to get closer to his seat instead, “Not even the Force can compete with the connection that I have with you.”

“Stronger than even that, eh?” he tried to be playful.

You silenced him with a kiss which he let out a small moan into, “The way that I feel when I’m around you, the person I become. It’s who I always want to be. Nothing in this galaxy can compare to how extraordinary you are.”

It was Poe’s turn for a blush as he broke eye contact with you slightly and cleared his throat. His short stubble made it hard to tell but you could make out slightly pinkish tinted cheeks. 

“Seems I’m not the only one,” you chuckled with a self satisfied smile, sitting back in your chair.

“I don’t get flustered,” Poe tried to cover it up. “But,” he met your eyes once again, “for you, I can’t help it.”

The two of you shared the loving moment for a short while longer before ultimately reaching your destination. Finn, Rey, and Chewie were around the ship fixing up as many systems as they could while you and Poe piloted and eventually, you were met with a barren planet. After breaking the atmosphere, you and Poe tried as best as you could to land even though you were coming down fast with no landing gear. As expected, you crash landed against the ground but luckily managed to keep the ship from breaking apart at the seams. After the ship had settled in its crashed position, the team left to begin walking up the hill just ahead of the ship. Coming to the top, you were met with noises of waves crashing against the shore. There was a large ocean just in front of you with the remains of a previous death star sunken in. The waves were strong and high, leaving a treacherous terrain to remain.

“What... what is that?” the small droid asked.

“It’s the Death Star. A bad place from an old war,” Rey explained.

“It’s gonna take us years to find what we’re looking for,” Poe admitted, looking over the gigantic structure laying in waste. 

“Oh, dear,” 3PO uttered.

Rey had a bag in her hands which held the dagger that she had brought along. Reaching inside, she pulled it out and began to inspect it. As she was doing so, she managed to find a small part sticking out of the hilt, pulling on it to reveal a longer measure-like part. It curved inward toward the blade to create a half moon and had small cavities carved into it. After noticing the shape, she held it up in front of her while aiming it towards the sunken Death Star. You, Finn, and Poe lined up behind her to see what she was trying to do as she moved the blade along the horizon, trying to find a clue as to what it meant. As if the blade was a piece to a puzzle, eventually the strange curvature of the blade itself along with the new part Rey revealed managed to fit perfectly in tandem with the crashed parts of the ship a bit off to the right. The sharp edge of the measure-like stick pointed straight towards the inner portion of one of the pieces that managed to float and your group realized that there would be your wayfinder. 

“The wayfinders there,” Rey affirmed just as the sounds of creatures came up behind you.

“Head’s up,” Poe turned to greet whatever was coming at you.

You turned to see horse-like creatures being ridden by humans, a band of them. They came up to your group as your blasters were raised and stopped in front of you, non-threatening. 

“Rough landing,” the one in the front offered, a young black woman with beautiful curly hair.

“I’ve seen worse,” Poe returned, still aiming his gun at her.

“I’ve seen better,” she one upped him. “Are you Resistance?”

“That depends,” Poe began.

“We picked up a transmission from someone named Babu Frik,” the leader of their group spoke.

“Babu Frik? Oh, he’s one of my oldest friends!” C3PO chimed.

“He said you’d come. He said you were the last hope.”

“We have to get to that wreck,” Rey revealed. “There’s something inside there we need.”

“I can take you there by water.”

“Have you seen the water?” Finn motioned over to the crashing waves.

“Not now. Too dangerous. We can go first light tomorrow,” she offered.

“We can’t wait that long, we don’t have the time,” Rey stressed.

“Or the choice,” Poe finished.

“We have to make due with what we have. Besides, we need to repair the ship, we’re going nowhere without it,” you explained.

Poe turned back towards the group in front of you, “Do you have any spare parts?”

“Some. I’m Jannah,” the leader identified herself.

“I’m Poe, this is Y/N,” he motioned to you as he walked forward towards them, you coming along with him.

Their group gave you a few of the creatures to ride back to the ship with them, making the trip easier as they immediately got to work on repairing the ship. Luckily, they had a few members running parts from wherever their depo was that had to do with a lot of the things you had to repair. Perhaps they were knowledgeable on engineering. Though you had pulled Poe aside just as you had gotten to the ship.

“What’s wrong?” he looked at you with concern.

You sighed, “I feel like the nexus event is fast approaching, and I don’t even have my access to the force. I need to meditate. I need to get to the source of why I can’t use my power or I fear the worst.”

He huffed air through his nose, “Palpatine attacks soon. I understand. We’ll get the ship ready. You get yourself ready.”

You nodded with determination and set off into the ship towards one of the empty rooms. Soon enough, you were sitting on the floor, palms on your lap in one of the empty living spaces. The lights weren’t on but it wasn’t an issue for you as it helped you focus. Kylo had been hunting you down relentlessly, it seemed he was looking for a final showdown. On top of that, Palpatine and the Final Order will launch their attack in mere hours, hundreds of ships loaded with weaponry that could destroy thousands of planets in the galaxy. If you were to be prepared for all of that, and to finally unleash your power should it be demanded, you would need to fix your immediate problem. Assuming the most comfortable position possible, you inhaled a deep breath through your nostrils, nice and slow to really feel the air pass through each part of your body. After doing so, you breathed out through your mouth, letting the air cooly pass through and leave your body. Repeating this action over and over, you allowed your mind to fall back into the void. Leaving yourself open to the galaxy and to your inner feelings, you waited to identify what was wrong with you. Through all of this, your left saber, black as night, began to shake. The liquid anger you felt inside began to bubble to the surface, snapping clear away from your belt and coming to hover in front of you. Your eyes were still closed but you could feel its presence as you knit your brows together in strain. The emotions that washed over you sent your cells into a frenzy, beginning to levitate you off of the ground while your body shook side to side. Your shoulders and legs jolted periodically with the strength of the animosity. Your once dark vision was now painted with red, blood stains on your fingers, the tint of red from a Sith saber swinging across your vision. A surge of pain ran through you and you yelled out, all of the breath in your body being pushed out and your vision to go white. 

“You murderer. Don’t forget what you are,” a dark and evil voice penetrated your mind.

You opened your eyes to be in a dark landscape, nothing as far as the eye could see.

“How dare you beget your nature, how dare you use the LIGHT!” the same voice was significantly louder.

“Who are you?” you yelled back out into the fog. “What do you want from me?”

“To think mortality and human feelings could have possibly driven me so low,” the voice came from just behind you and you turned to see... yourself.

It was you as the son.

“My anger killed our father,” he took a step forward. “My anger killed our sister.” His frame began to grow in size and tower over you, “My anger is the entire reason for your BEING!” 

He slammed his fist down and straight into you, crushing your body into the floor and breaking the ground underneath. You fell further into the abyss and slammed against a floor much similar to the one you were on before. 

“I am more than my anger,” you coughed as you tried to get up. “I am more than you.”

He was in front of you now, back to your exact size with an evil contorted look on his face, “Do you truly believe that? After the millenia we spent together, you are now something more?”

“That’s right,” you bit back.

He smirked, “Is that why you and Poe nearly died back there? Why Rey had to pick up your slack on Kijimi? Why you’ve basically been useless the entire war?”

His words struck at you and you felt your anger rise, “That’s because of-”

“-of the device you were struck with, yes yes,” he finished your words for you. “But the device was rather simple, only a small twinge to the mind to disrupt force energy. Something like that would barely affect a Sith, nor a trained Jedi, at most last a few hours. Yet, you are still incapable. I wonder...”

You gritted your teeth as you knew his words rang true, not accepting the reality of the situation until now, “It’s because of you. You’ve ruined my entire life, and you keep getting in the way.”

He laughed, throwing his head back before returning his gaze to you with fervor, “Yes, I have. You must really hate me... Too bad you’re too weak to do anything about it.”

He thrusted out his hand and shot electricity from his fingertips, overcoming your body with electricity and sending you flying back. 

Poe’s POV

“Y/N! Rey’s gone after the wayfinder alone-” I started to say as I walked up to the room I saw Y/N go in.

Though as I opened the door, I was cut short by his floating figure, one of his sabers in front of him while electricity was firing off of his body! I flung backwards as quickly as I had opened the door and peered back inside to see Y/N’s face filled with pain, his body emitting some sort of dark light.

“She needs your help,” I grunted, not knowing if he could hear me or not. “Kylo is here.”

Your POV

You yelled in the pain from the shock and after hitting the ground, rushed to get back up. Just as you were entering a fighting position, you recalled his words. ‘You must really hate me.’ They rang so familiar in your head that you would never miss it. It was a classic line you had used to rile someone’s emotions when you were the son. 

“I’m not repeating this cycle,” you announced. “I refuse to acknowledge that hatred is the only thing that can defeat hatred.”

“The aspirations of weaker men,” the son snarled. “We had true power when you embraced me. Ever since father died, you’ve relied on his power. We don’t need it... we only need ourselves.”

You smiled at that, “You couldn’t possibly be further from the truth.”

“Your mind has truly degraded,” he dissed.

“The whole point of being alive, of having any kind of power, is for connection,” you explained. “A galaxy without connection is a world beget of life. Even the power you wield is a form of connection.”

“Silence!” he barked. 

He rushed at you and punched you in the chest, sending you back a few feet before sending a rush of dark force energy you had to dodge.

“I won’t be lectured by a weakling.”

You relaxed your body and drew in a deep breath, making eye contact with him, “I’m afraid the only weakling here is you. By severing your connections you might have gotten stronger. But by embracing the ones I have... I have grown beyond.”

He growled and let out a battle cry, rushing towards you with the intent to kill. You met his attack by dodging his fist and reaching out to grip him by the neck. You squeezed with much more strength than he anticipated as his body tensed up and he gasped for breath. 

“You see, it’s not that I have never wanted you,” you held your grip firm as you spoke. “It’s that I refuse to let you control me.”

You brought him down to his knees while his hands were wrapped around yours, trying to get your fingers off of his throat.

“I pin you down not with hatred, or with cruel intention. But with the willingness to accept you, as you accept me.”

His eyes widened at that and he looked at you which led you to release the grip you held on his throat. He sunk to the ground and held a hand up to his throat as he tried to catch his breath. While doing so, he looked confused while he contemplated your words.

“Accept me?” he whispered incredulously. “What makes you think I want that in the slightest?”

“Because we’re connected too. Your frustration and your anger, don’t forget who they came from.” He gasped and you continued, “I need you if I am to survive. But I cannot let you run wild. Why not work together?”

He looked down towards the floor as he took in your words, “I...” He raised his gaze back to you, “I accept your terms.”

Suddenly, your eyes flew open and the dark light emanating from you retracted back, lightning no longer running rampant through the room. You floated back down and stood tall, reaching forward and grabbing your saber, clipping it back to your belt with a small smile. 

“Y/N! You’re back!” Poe had ran into the hallway to see you in the room.

“Yeah, what’s-”

“Kylo found us. Rey fought him and took off with his ship. Everyone’s back but-”

“Leia,” you whispered. Tears welled up in your eyes as you sensed it. “She’s gone.”

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The Son: Chapter 22

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Just a note in case people got confused the end of the last chapter and the beginning of this chapter, there are flashback scenes we are getting! The context is not being explained somewhat on purpose, though if you have seen Star Wars then you perhaps know the context already. Don't worry! More will be explained soon. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,569

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

After running Ahsoka through with your blade, you turned to your father, “The Jedi have brought me the dagger, and you have brought yourself. Now father, you will die.” 

With your arms, you raised the dagger above your head, intending to plunge it down into your father. As you swung downwards, your sister had thrown herself in front of your father and the blade chose her as its target.

Looking down at your hands before looking back at your sister's body in your fathers arms, you let out a menacing and hurt cry, thunder booming around the area, “Why?”

Your eyes flung open as you lashed out, your arm coming over to shield your eyes but instead sending a flurry of electricity out from your fingers. The lights in the room flickered and smoke began to rise from an electrical outlet that was shorted. 

“Y/N! It’s ok!” Poe came up to you before you could realize what was going on. 

Sweat covered your body and you frantically looked around the room as you gasped heavy breaths. 

“I’m here, you’re safe,” Poe attempted to calm you.

He held you by the shoulders and after keeping focus with his eyes for a while you managed to calm down.

“I’m s-sorry,” you managed to utter.

Finn and Rey had now entered the room, the two of them taking notice of the slight electrical problem.

“Are you ok?” Rey asked, coming up closer to you.

You nodded your head with a sigh, “Yeah I’m just-” You were interrupted by a pain in your head, reaching your arm up to the spot and rubbing it slightly, “My head is killing me.”

“We don’t know what they hit you with, it was the knights of Ren, but your body’s vitals seem perfectly fine,” Finn explained.

“Whatever it is, it's psychological,” you responded. “I’ve been having... visions,” you winced with another rush of pain.

“What kinds of visions?” Finn questioned.

You looked at Poe for a moment in vulnerability, “Of me, when I was still the Son.”

The three of them didn’t respond for a moment as each of them considered what your words most likely meant. 

“I just hope you don’t pass out on me again,” Poe sighed. “You gave us a scare back there.”

By now, Poe had learned a good amount of your previous history and appreciation ran through you when he decided to move the conversation forward. Revisiting the pictures you were just shown by explaining it once more wouldn’t have been easy.

“Where are we? What’s going on?” you tried to catch yourself up. They all shared a solemn look, “What?”

“Chewie,” Finn began. “Chewie’s gone.”

“What?” you asked breathlessly, still disoriented.

“Kylo...” Poe attempted to explain.

“I destroyed the transport he was in,” Rey finalized, trying to maintain eye contact with you but you could see the pain in her eyes.

“Kylo egged her on, it’s not your fault,” Finn tried to appeal to Rey.

“We’ve only got 8 hours left before Palpatine attacks. So, what are we gonna do?” Poe questioned.

“What can we do, we gotta go back to base,” Finn admitted.

Rey’s eyes fell to the floor as they spoke and even through your pained mind, you worried about her. From what you could remember, Rey and Kylo were in a tug of war through the force with the transport before everything went black. How did she destroy it? Was her pull so strong that she ripped it in half? Chewie... 

Poe got up from his position next to you and stood to face Finn, “We don’t have time to go back. We are not giving up. If we do that, Chewie died for nothing.”

“Poe, Chewie had the dagger!” Finn bit back.

“Well then we gotta find another way,” Poe continued, his drive still intact.

“Well there isn’t, that was the only clue to the wayfinder thing and it’s gone,” Finn had seemingly lost his hope in this endeavor.

“So true. The inscription lives only in my memory now,” C3PO made himself known in the corner of the room facing the wall. 

Everyone turned to the droid as Poe spoke, “Hold on. The inscription that was on the dagger is in your memory?”

The droid turned to face you all, “Yes, Master Poe. But the translation from a forbidden language cannot be retrieved.”

“We should have brought A-3,” you sighed, a hand up to your forehead.

“That is short of a complete redacted memory bypass,” the droid finished his explanation.

“A complete what?” Finn tried to understand.

“It’s a terribly dangerous and sinful act performed on unwitting droids by dregs and criminals,” 3PO used his arms to accentuate his points as he turned back towards the wall.

“Let’s do that!” Finn’s motivation was suddenly revitalized.

3PO hard turned back towards your group to give Finn a major frontal eye when Poe spoke, “I know a black market droidsmith.”

“Black market droidsmith?” 3PO exclaimed.

“But he’s on Kijimi,” Poe threw his head back.

“What’s wrong with Kijimi?” Finn asked.

“I had a little... bad luck on Kijimi,” Poe begrudgingly admitted.

Finn’s head turned as he gave him a questionable side eye, even Rey looking up from the ground to gaze at him suspiciously.

“But if this mission fails, it’s all been for nothing,” he threw his hands slightly. “All we’ve done, all this time.”

Finn stepped forward, “We’re all in this. Until the end.”

You hesitantly stood from the ground with a groan as you stood next to them as well, leaning a hand on Poe’s shoulder for support as Finn extended his hand out toward Rey, “For Chewie.”

She took his hand and came next to your group, “For Chewie.”

Finn also reached out his other hand to Poe which made Poe roll his eyes slightly, “Hands?”

“Hands,” Finn affirmed.

Poe took his hand and you kept yours on his shoulder when he spoke as well, “For Chewie.”

C3PO took this opportunity to come closer and grab your free hand with passion, moving his robotic body excitedly as he looked around the group.

Poe was already finished with the theatrics by the time 3PO joined in and with a slight squeeze and raise of Finn’s hand before dropping it and walking away, he left you all with a final word, “Kijimi!”

Poe began piloting the ship with Finn in the cockpit and you sat next to Rey on a cargo container in the room just behind. She seemed worse than you as her once confident frame sat timidly. 

“Are you ok?” you began.

She didn’t even look at you, her eyes remaining on the floor as she responded, “There’s so much at stake.”

“My son.”

A sharp pain struck your head and you winced, your vision going blurry slightly.

Rey looked at you now, “Are you?”

You held your eyes closed for a moment as you breathed through the pain, reopening them, “Yeah, still recovering. What’s plagued your mind?”

She shook her head nearly imperceptibly, “I’ve had a vision.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “What did you see?”

“The throne of the Sith,” she whispered.

Your nerves spiked as well, knowing it could be anyone who ended up there... maybe even you at this point, “And?”

“I,” she breathed. “Kylo was there. And I was next to him.”

You weren’t exactly surprised, their dyad was something you knew could pull to either side. Though you were now worried, your faith in Rey turning Kylo instead faltered, “Is this because of what happened to Chewie?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours, giving away her surprise.

“There’s something inside me, something... dark. I don’t know if seeing Ochi’s ship brought it out but...” she struggled to finish her words.

You thought back and remembered Rey’s words before your speeders had been destroyed, that she had recognized Ochi’s ship, “How did you recognize the ship?”

Her eyes broke from yours back to the ground, “I don’t know.”

“Rey,” you placed a hand on her shoulder. “There is a darkness in us all. At times, it will be tempted, but it does not mean it is who you are.”

Your conversation was cut short by another droid rolling up beside BB-8, “H-hello.”

“Hello,” Rey tried reaching down to the droid.

It was a small cone shape attached to a singular wheel that rolled him back and forth.

He backed up quickly to avoid her touch, “No... no thank you.”

BB-8 beeped to tell you he found him on the ship.

“Looks like someone treated him badly,” Rey empathized. “It’s all right. You’re with us now.”

“We’re here,” Poe called from the cockpit.

Afterwards, everyone prepared their things and grabbed a few cloaks that were in one of the closets, thank the maker for Sith’s always wearing robes right...? It was a snowing planet that you walked out into from the cargo ramp, landing just on the outskirts of town. The large city in front of you was under complete First Order control and it seemed harsh. The buildings all had rags stuck to the sides or graffiti adorning the walls, blasted scorch marks occasionally. It was nighttime and you had an easy time getting into the city as all the troopers were seemingly conducting building investigations. Search parties were everywhere, knocking on doors and commanding to be let in and allowed to search the premises. The natives were running around trying to either get home or somewhere safer as your group moved stealthily through the streets. Your group had gotten to a corner where they hadn’t begun their searches yet and Poe went on to scout ahead, being the only one to know the terrain. 

After a short while, he returned to your group, “They’re everywhere.”

You all turned forward to look at a First Order group that had broken into a home, “Please, leave her alone! She didn’t do anything!”

“All right, I know what we should do,” Poe began.

“So do I, we should leave,” 3PO finished.

“Clam it, threepio,” Poe barked. “Follow me.”

He took off in another direction than where he came from and your group followed him. You moved along a few streets before your backs went up against a wall and Poe was at the front on the corner, “All right,. Let’s head down this way.”

“Heard you were spotted at Monk’s gate,” a voice came from the very corner Poe was standing at.

His hands came up to raise in surrender and you, Finn, and Rey stepped out to see what was happening. A woman clad in purple armor had a pistol raised to Poe’s head and fear ran through you. 

“Thought, ‘He’s not stupid enough to come back here,’” the mysterious woman spoke.

“Ah, you’d be surprised,” Poe mused.

“Who’s this?” 

“What’s going on?”

Questions were thrown back from you and the others and Poe was quick to respond, “Guys, this is Zorii. Zorii, this is Y/N, Rey, and Finn.”

“I could pull this trigger right now,” Zorii threatened.

“No you won’t,” you threatened.

“I’ve seen you do worse,” Poe added.

“For a lot less.”

“Can we just uh,” he took off his robe slowly and turned to face her, “talk about this?”

“I wanna see your brains in the snow,” she sneered.

“So you’re still mad? Zorii, we could really use your help,” Poe pleaded. “We gotta crack this droid's head open and fast.”

Still mad about what? Maker I’m getting answers out of this man whether he likes it or not.

“Pardon me!” 3PO exclaimed.

“We’re trying to find Babu Frik.”

“Babu? Babu only works for the crew. That’s not you anymore,” Zorii’s voice was laced with disdain.

“What crew?” you asked.

“Oh, funny he never mentioned it. Your friend's old job was running spice.”

“You were a spice runner?” Finn quipped.

“You were a stormtrooper?” Poe fired at Finn.

“Were you a spice runner?” Rey was next.

“Were you a scavenger?” Poe once again fired back.

“You used to run spice?” you were the last to ask.

“You used to be immortal?” Poe once again, fired back. “We could do this all night.”

“You don’t have all night,” Zorii began to circle your team. “You know, I’m still digging out of the hole you put me in when you left to join the Resistance.” A few other men with blasters pointed at you came closer as well, “You.” She aimed her words at Rey, “You’re the one they’re looking for. Bounty for her just might cover us.” She looked to the four men who had surrounded you now, “Djak’kankah!”

“Don’t djak’kankah!” Poe yelled.

Rey used her staff to knock the gun out of Zorii’s hand, also slamming the guy next to her and off of his feet. You turned to try and use the force and push the man standing behind your group, but when you tried to establish your connection, pain ran through your head and made you falter. Rey was quick to turn and hit the man you were aiming at before she smacked the last one on Zorii’s left in the face and out cold. Zorii had now recovered on the floor and took out another pistol. 

Rey now ignited her saber down towards Zorii as she raised her arm to aim her gun back, “We could really use your help. Please.”

“Y/N, are you ok?” Poe came to your side.

You winced, “I couldn’t- I’ll be fine.”

“Not that you care,” the both of them were panting as Zorii responded. “But I think you’re okay.”

“I care,” Rey deactivated her blade and put it away, reaching a hand out to help her up.

Poe helped you come back up to a standing position as the pain began to subside, “My connection with the force is disrupted, most likely because of what I was hit with.”

“That doesn’t sit right with me,” Poe worried.

She took her hand and rose up, the rest of the men coming back around and being told to stand down, “Come with us. I’ll take you to Babu.”

Finn looked at Rey with pride as she walked past to begin following their group, you coming along with Poe. His previous connections were helping you right now when you needed it but at the same time, these exact connections he kept from you on purpose, and you wondered if he would have ever told you if you didn’t have to go to Kijimi.

“Walkers, stay closeby,” Zorii instructed after checking around a corner.

“Poe Dameron, spice runner. Runner of spice,” Finn teased Poe.

“Alright,” Poe wasn’t amused.

“Get your spice!” Finn called out.

“Come on, 3PO!” Rey called out, the droid stuck at the tail end of the group.

After going through a series of back alleyways and staircases, you finally arrived at what seemed like a nightclub. 

As you walked through the tight and crowded space, filled with species of all kinds, Zorii called to the group, “Babu’s in the back.”

Once your group finally arrived in the back, a very tiny creature who you were introduced to as Babu Frik began to prepare the golden droid to extract his memory once filled in by Zorii.

After the back of 3PO’s head was cracked open and dozens of wires were connected to a circuit in the room, the droid spoke, “I haven’t the faintest idea why I agreed to this. I must be malfunctioning. I must be malfunctioning...”

“Babu Frik?” Rey came to kneel slightly to level her face with Babu on the table. “Can you help us with this?”

Babu muttered back in an alien language even you couldn’t quite understand and Rey got back up, “Zorii? Is this gonna work?”

Zorii began to converse with Babu in the language and pointed towards 3PO eventually, “He says he’s found something in your droid's forbidden memory bank. Words, translated from Sith?”

“That’s it.”

“Yeah, that’s what we need,” Rey and Finn responded.

Zorii’s head turned to Poe who was standing on the steps peeking out of the small crack to scout, “Who are you hanging out with that speaks Sith?”

You closed your mouth just as you were about to speak and decided to remain silent.

Poe came down from the steps, “Can you make him...” He cut past Zorii and got closer to Babu, “Babu, can you make him translate it?”

Zorii translated for him and after conversing once more, explained, “Yes. But it will cause a complete-”

“A complete memory wipe,” C3PO finished her sentence.

“Wait wait wait, we make him translate it, he won’t remember... anything?” Poe questioned.

“Droid, memory go blank,” Babu demonstrated her knowledge of the common language as well.

“Oh!” 3PO exclaimed.

“Blank blank,” Babu muttered.

“There must be some other way!” the droid pleaded.

“Doesn’t Artoo back up your memory?” Finn reminded.

“Oh, please. R-2’s storage units are famously unreliable,” 3PO sassed.

“You know the odds better than any of us. Do we have a choice?” Rey gave the droid an opportunity to think.

He went silent as he recoiled slightly, his face drooping lower in thought as he stood and took a few steps forward, “If this mission fails... it was all for nothing. All we’ve done... all this time.”

He turned back to face all of you standing to watch him and looked between each of you before Poe spoke up, “What are you doing there, Threepio?” 

“Taking one last look, sir... at my friends.”

Tears filled your eyes at your companions words when the new small droid spoke, “Sad.”

A bright light shone through the crack in the window behind you all and Babu Frik muttered, “Uh-oh.”

“Night raids are gonna start soon,” Zorii warned. “I’ll keep lookout.”

“I’m coming with you,” Poe offered. 

She scoffed, “You still don’t trust me, huh?”

He’s going off alone with the girl who wanted to kill him earlier? But I know there’s more to the two of them than they’ve shown me. I’m not missing this even if I die.

“Did you ever trust me?”

“Nope.”

“That means I’m coming along too,” you stepped forward.

“No, in your condition anything could happen and you could get caught out there,” Poe attempted to stop you.

“I’ll be perfectly fine, for all you know you might need me out there,” you fought back.

“I don’t want you out there-”

“You his father or something?” Zorii chimed in. “You good at stealth?” 

She aimed her question at you and you replied in kind, “They won’t even hear me.”

“Great, then let’s go,” she cut the conversation and moved up the stairs to exit the room.

You pushed past a flustered Poe to leave with her, Poe slowly coming up behind you. The three of you pushed out from the wall of the building you were occupying to squeeze through a small alleyway across the street. From there, Zorii led you to a ladder that reached up halfway up the building, from there, you climbed sections of the building that were protruding from the walls in order to reach the roof. Ultimately reaching it after some difficulty, the three of you posted up on a rather high spot to overlook half the city.

Reaching a crouched position, you weren’t able to keep it in any longer, “So, how do you know Poe?”

You could almost hear Poe gulp as Zorii eagerly responded, “He really didn’t say a thing did he?”

“That he was a spice runner? I had no idea,” you looked at Poe expectantly, burning a hole through the back of his head.

“Yeah, before he joined the Resistance he used to run with our crew, here before the First Order increased its control to... this,” she spoke as she looked over a few burning buildings and heard the screams of the townspeople.

“It’s not exactly a selling point in my life,” Poe managed to respond. 

“And how long were you two a thing?” you asked, not cutting any corners.

Poe coughed as he choked on his saliva and Zorii laughed, “Oh we were never a thing. As if I’d ever be with this idiot.”

“We were a thing, briefly. But briefly for a reason,” Poe explained, giving you apologetic eyes for keeping all of this from you.

“Yeah we found out quickly that I can’t stand him,” Zorii offered. 

“Interesting,” you muttered. “So did your crew find him or did Poe find you?”

“Unfortunately, the latter, he stole one of our shipments just to bring it back as an offering to get in,” Zorii reminisced. 

You couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from your lips, “In what universe is that a good idea?”

“It seemed like one at the time! And hey, it worked!” Poe was quick to defend himself.

“We nearly shot him dead right there but I liked his spirit, as insane as it was,” Zorii admitted. “So we let him in, and he did ok I suppose. Right up until he went and ditched us in the middle of a job.”

“I’m sorry, ok? I just, I needed something to fight for, and I found it in the Resistance,” Poe apologized.

Zorii shook her head, deciding to drop the argument there.

“And I found... much more than I thought I would,” he now locked eyes with you as he spoke. “I found everything to fight for. My everything.”

Zorii turned her head back to see what he was looking at, you. Though you were unable to speak, struck silent by the passion in his words.

“Zorii, this is my boyfriend, Y/N,” Poe reintroduced you to his previous flame.

A blush spread across your face which you desperately tried to hide as you muttered, “Why did you put me on the spot...”

He chuckled before the three of you were cut short by a small explosion across the town, screams soon following, “How long’s it been like this?”

“First Order took most of the kids a long time ago,” Zorii explained. “Can’t stand the cries anymore. I’ve saved up enough to get out. I’m going to the Colonies.”

The Colonies was the name given to the part of the galaxy near the core worlds, where it was much more advanced and had supple opportunities. 

“How? All those hyperlanes are blocked,” Poe questioned. She reached down to take something out, a small circular piece of technology and held it up, showing it to Poe for him to put it together, “That’s a First Order Captain’s medallion. I’ve never seen a real one.”

“Free passage through any blockade,” Zorii added. “Landing privileges, any vessel.” She pressed a button on the side of her mask, opening the visor area so you could see her eyes, “I was thinking of asking you to come. Though, I don’t think I can contend with him.”

You felt slightly awkward as you didn’t quite understand how to carry yourself in the conversation, would you be complimented by her? Maybe hesitant to Poe’s reaction to asking him to go with her? 

“I...” you had started but Poe spoke first.

“I can’t walk out on this war, and I won’t walk out on Y/N. It’s a long story, but I’m not just fighting for this war, I’m fighting for him,” he spoke with determination, still offering a slightly apologetic expression to Zorii for turning her down.

You sighed, a small smile forming against your will as you reached a hand over to cup his cheek lovingly, stroking the skin with your thumb momentarily. His hand came to rest over yours as he held it in place, both of you appreciating the small gesture.

“I think I’m about to lug myself off this building if this keeps up,” Zorii spoke with mock disgust.

You chuckled slightly and pulled your hand back as Poe turned back to Zorii, “But this war...” He looked back out across the city you were surveying, “We sent out a call for help at the battle of Crait. Nobody came. Everyone’s so afraid. They’ve given up.”

The battle of Crait was when you, Rey, and Chewie had come in much too late and had to help evacuate the small number of people who remained. While you didn’t think much of it at the time, it was true that your forces were overwhelmed and if you hadn’t arrived, the Resistance might have been snuffed out then are there. The thought sent a chill down your spine as that would have meant you lost Poe without even being there, without ever telling him how much you loved him. Poe’s words felt devoid of hope which also struck at your heartstrings.

“No, I don’t believe you believe that,” Zorii fought back. “They win by making you think you’re alone. Remember?” Poe nodded his head back at her and she continued, “There’s more of us.”

Her words even managed to fill you up with hope as well. Your small band of Resistance was already hanging on by a thread, along with Rey’s vision and your ailment, you were beginning to truly think that hope might have been lost.

“I can see why you liked her,” you commented.

Zorii let out a small laugh, “We should head back.”

The three of you moved from the rooftop back down and towards the building the rest of your team was in quickly and quietly. Unfortunately for you, you heard talks from the troops, to then look up and see a large destroyer come out of hyperspace, making your feet rush faster than before back to the team.

After busting through the door, “There’s an incoming destroyer.”

Poe followed Zorii, “We gotta go now, did we get it Babu?”

“Yup!” Babu’s small frame let itself known behind C3PO who was most likely powered off and leaning back in a chair. Babu went into his head with a sparking tool once again, “Droid is ready!”

3PO was suddenly powered back on and rose from the chair, his eyes turning a red color, “The Emperor's wayfinder is in the imperial vault. At delta 3-6, transient 9-3-6, bearing 3-2 on a moon in the Endor system. From the southern shore. Only this blade tells.” His head whirred to the side, “Only this blade tells.”

He powered back down right afterwards and fell back into the chair, Babu giving an excited ‘woohoo’ at the job being done.

“The Endor system. Where the last war ended?” Finn added.

As soon as Finn had finished, the room began to shake and vibrate as the ground rumbled, signifying the approach of the deadly destroyer over the city. At this, Rey began moving towards the front door, presumably to go and check what was happening.

“Ren’s destroyer,” she called out back to you in the room after opening the door and taking a step outside. 

“He’s here?” Poe called back.

She went silent for a moment as if she realized something before she muttered with shock, “Chewie?”

“What about him?” Finn asked carefully.

You began to walk forward, coming up the steps behind her to look at the gigantic destroyer, hovering over the city as the white snow fell around you. You focused your eyes up to the destroyer and tried to feel through the force but all you got was the beginnings of a large headache, leading you to cancel your attempts.

“He’s on Ren’s ship. He’s alive,” Rey uttered incredulously. 

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The Son: Chapter 21

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Sorry this chapter took so long to get to you guys! A lot goes on so I hope that makes up for lost time. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: A certain scene from the clone wars series is mentioned here in italics, yes it is straight from the script I did not add anything myself but it does mention drugging.

Word Count: 5,412

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“He knows we’re here? How?” Poe asked.

It took all of a second of looking at her to understand they most likely connected once more. Grabbing Poe’s hand and beginning to move, “The how doesn’t matter, we need to get out of here, now.”

You mentally beat yourself up slightly as you allowed yourself to lose focus and not understand that Kylo had connected with Rey again but knew it wasn’t the time. The group began to pick up the pace and run as fast as you could through the crowd, aiming towards where you had landed the ship.

As your team was running, “Freeze! Hold it right there.”

A stormtrooper with his gun held up towards you spoke, “I’ve located the Resistance fugitives. All units, report-”

He was suddenly cut short with an arrow through his eye, your group flinching as the arrow flew past. 

Turning to look behind, there was a humanoid figure wearing a helmet, a crossbow in his hands, “Follow me.”

Your group shared a small look before begrudgingly following the person who turned and began walking. There was a pill shaped land trawler with decorations hung up on all sides, the person making towards an opening in the side.

“Hurry,” they stepped up to another door inside that led to the front where the driver was, “Leia sent me a transmission.” They slid open an eyehole and spoke a foreign language temporarily with a creature beyond the door, seemingly operating the vehicle.

“How’d you find us?” Finn asked, regaining his breath.

They took off their helmet and revealed themselves to be… Lando Calrissian! You only recognized him through Leia’s memories but knew he was someone that you could trust.

“Wookies stand out in a crowd,” he smirked.

Chewbacca immediately let out a few noises and pushed forward to wrap him in a hug, reuniting with an old friend.

Lando laughed, “It’s good to see you too buddy!”

“This is General Lando Calrissian,” 3PO chimed in.

“We know who he is, 3PO,” Rey responded, turning toward the golden droid with a knowing look.

“It is an honor, General,” Finn said with admiration.

“General Calrissian, we’re looking for Exegol,” Poe got to business as you didn’t have much time before the First Order most likely swarmed the place.

He took a look at each of you before replying, “Of course you are.” He raised his arm to show his wrist, clicking a button on the device there to display a hologram of the Sith wayfinder, “Only two were made.”

“A Sith wayfinder,” Rey exclaimed. “Luke Skywalker came here to find one.”

He chuckled, “I know. I was with him. Luke and I were tailing an old Jedi hunter.” He clicked a button once more and displayed a pale looking fish-like man, “Ochi of Bestoon. He was carrying a clue that could lead to a wayfinder. We followed his ship halfway across the galaxy here. When we got to his ship, it was abandoned. No clue. No wayfinder.”

Rey’s eyebrow dropped in thought, “Is Ochi’s ship still here?”

“It’s out in the desert, where he left it.”

“We need to get to that ship, search it again,” Rey spoke with vigor.

Her trepidation worried you slightly but you understood her anxiety all the same.

After she had spoken, the sounds of transports began to fill your ears through the crowd, leading you and Calrissian to peek out the window of the machine you were in. To your annoyance, there were multiple TIE’s and troop transports flying overhead.

“I got a bad feeling about this,” Lando admitted. Turning to your team once more, “Ochi’s ship is out past Lurch Canyon, go.”

“Thank you, General,” you spoke, offering him a grateful smile as your team began to move out.

“You too, Chewie,” Lando responded to Chewbacca’s roar for him to keep safe.

“Leia needs pilots, General,” Rey turned at the door to face Lando one last time.

“My flying days are long gone. But do me a favor, give Leia my love,” he smiled.

“You should give it to her yourself. Thank you,” Rey finalized before she jumped out of the vehicle, you following after.

Your group began running the moment your feet hit the ground, curving around a stone structure for cover Poe shouted, “There! Those speeders.”

There were two speeders parked just on the outside of the crowd that your group veered over towards. When you arrived, Poe wasted no time getting on his back and underneath the speeder.

“We don’t have the ignition keys, we need to keep moving,” you commented, looking around to scout.

You barely got the words out before the speeder suddenly revved up and turned on, Poe popping out from under it and opening a side panel on the other one to snip some wires.

“How do you know how to do that?” Finn asked, an expectant look on his face.

You turned to face the speeder and approached as well, “Yeah, Poe, how do you know how to do that?”

Hotwiring was a skill Poe never told you he had and as far as you knew, was a skill he wouldn’t have just picked up in the Resistance.

“No need to worry, I made it!” C3PO finally approached as his frame didn’t allow him to have much mobility.

A group of the natives began shouting and moving in your direction and you realized you were most likely stealing their speeders. 

“We gotta go,” Poe cut both of your questions short and moved to get on the speeder.

With a sigh, you got on the speeder as well, making sure to remember to ask Poe about it later. You were on one of the speeders with Rey, Chewie, and BB-8 while Poe and Finn took up the other with 3PO. You rushed off into the desert, aiming towards Ochi’s ship that wasn’t quite in sight yet. To your dismay, within moments, lasers began flying past you and you turned to see troopers on the chase. Without wasting any time, Rey turned and began firing back with her pistol as Chewie began to shoot as well. Igniting your sabers, you focused on defense as throwing one of them at this speed and with such rough terrain would prove tremendously difficult. There were two speeders trailing you with two troopers on each one, soon to be only a singular trooper as the speeders suddenly tipped forward and launched the troopers on the back. They began flying as the jetpacks on their backs activated and you were soon being attacked on two fronts. 

“Oh! They fly now!” 3PO shouted.

“They fly now?” Finn also shouted, adding to the surprise.

“They fly now,” Poe affirmed, turning back to focus on driving.

Rey began evasive maneuvers as you now had to dodge from two different directions in a rather open area, your footing nearly coming loose as you attempted to deflect the laser bolts. 

“We can’t keep this up forever!” you yelled over the sounds of the chase.

As if the trooper could hear you and wanted to hammer the point home, one of the flying ones sent out missiles from his gun, flying overhead and landing just in front of your speeder to try and avoid your sabers and destroy your transport. Luckily for your group, while dodging you came across tall mountain structures that Finn and Poe were able to funnel through. Unfortunately, your speeder was separated from Poe’s but at the least they weren’t in open coverage any longer. 

Still trying to avoid the missiles from above and the blasts from the speeder behind you, BB-8 began chirping loudly, something about a gas canister.

“Not now, BB-8!” Rey managed to respond over her steering.

Managing a look from the corner of your eye as you deflected, BB-8 began to poke at the gas canister that was sitting in the back of the speeder. After a few attempts at prodding at it, it suddenly ignited and flew into the air, exploding into a yellow powder bomb that acted as a smokescreen. It wasn’t long before the trooper followed you out of the smoke but with his sight impeded so heavily, he ended up driving straight into a small rock that acted as a ramp, sending him up into the air.

With a yell, Rey hit the handbrake on the speeder and drifted you to the side, using her other arm to aim at the speeder that was now directly above you and fire underneath it at its engine. After a few laser bolts, the speeder exploded, a few parts being flung in your direction that you blocked with the force after throwing your arms up in defense. 

“Never underestimate a droid!” Rey said with a smile as she resumed steering.

The other transport was still presumably following Poe’s speeder as you had no sight of it, though now both of the flying troopers were on your tail. Thankfully, Chewie managed to get a shot off on one of them, his jetpack malfunctioning and sending him slamming against the ground. Now, a ship was finally visible, resting just atop a small stone structure in the middle of an open desert, other mid-sized mountain ranges scattered along the horizon. 

“Ochi’s ship! I’ve seen that ship before,” Rey called out.

“Rey! You get all of them?” Finn called out, making you look to your left to see them now riding alongside you.

“There’s still one-” you were in the middle of replying before the trooper once again sent missiles from his weapon.

Both missiles hit their targets as your group got launched by the explosion, both speeders destroyed and landing on a strange black colored pool of what seemed like rocks. After landing, you tried to get back up but found it to be slightly difficult as you heard the trooper flying overhead. He was about to make another pass but your group recovered, managing to aim and fire back even on your backs and knees. A few bolts whirred past you which you avoided before the collective blasting of your friends eventually hit the trooper. His jetpack also malfunctioned and sent him into a flurry, ending up with him crashing into a mountainside with a small explosion following. The shockwave made you among the others flinch backwards slightly and that’s when you felt yourself begin to sink.

“What the hell is this?” Poe scurried as he began to sink as well. 

“Sinking fields! Try to grab something!” Rey explained.

There were parts of the speeders scattered around but unfortunately for you, you had already placed your weight on your hands to pull yourself out before Rey explained where you were. Your hands were immobilized as the more you tried to pull them out, the more the rest of your body sank. 

“Poe!” you yelled, true fear striking you as his body was soon to be consumed before your eyes.

“Y/N-” his words were cut short as his head sank underneath.

Things were moving much too quickly and before you even had a chance to focus and use the force, you were also soon taken by the sinking sands. 

“BB-8!” you heard faintly over the muffled effect of the sand as you sank.

Father... sister... I’m sor-

Your final death woes were cut short as you heard cracking underneath you and before you knew it, you had a searing pain in your backside. 

“Ow,” you moaned, opening your eyes to see a small cave before you.

You had landed straight on your behind and before long you saw BB-8’s head pop out from another crack that had formed, his small metallic body slamming against the floor.

Just behind where he landed, you also noticed Poe strewn out across the ground, gaining his bearings as well, “Y/N?”

You got up and rushed to his side, helping him get up and bringing him into a hug immediately, “Maker, I thought I watched you die in front of me.”

You could feel his body sag with a sigh as he held you in return, “Me too, I’m glad you’re safe.”

Separating from each other, the both of you looked around, “Rey! Finn!”

“You didn’t say my name, sirs but I am alright,” C3PO made himself known behind you as he walked forward.

You seemed to be in a small cave system with many cavities carved throughout like small roads. You wondered if it was a natural cave or... something worse.

Crackling from above came from a few feet ahead of you and Poe rushed forward to anticipate another one of your companions falling through. Eventually, they broke through and Rey stumbled down into Poe’s arms, Poe helping her softly to the ground as she gained her bearings.

“You alright?” Poe asked.

“Yeah, where’s Finn?” she asked as well.

“Where’s Chewie?” you asked, standing next to them.

As you spoke, a loud crack came from behind you and Chewie’s large figure dropped down as well.

“That answers that,” you said simply.

“I’m good,” Finn made himself known, walking through one of the cavities carved out into the small clearing where you were congregated.

“Ah. Master Finn,” C3PO greeted him.

“What is this place?” Poe questioned.

“This isn’t the afterlife, is it? Are droids allowed here?” 3PO pondered.

Finn came up and put a hand on Rey and Finn’s shoulders, looking towards you, “I thought we were goners.”

“We might still be,” 3PO commented in the back.

“Which way out?” Finn continued.

Rey took her lightsaber out and ignited it for light, Poe glancing at it from the corner of his eye before he begrudgingly turned on his flashlight, producing much... less light than Rey.

You turned from the group and began to head down one of the passageways, “Let’s go.”

Rey turned first to follow, “We have to hurry.” Rey addressed Finn as she walked, “So what was it?”

“What?”

“What you were gonna tell me,” she responded.

You continued walking and took notice of the strange shape the walls had. They were smooth yet had small continuous ripples throughout. It reminded you of when a rock fell into a pond and the waves emanated outwards. 

“When?” Finn asked.

“When you were sinking in the sand, you said, ‘I never told you...’” Rey tried to spark his memory.

“I’ll tell you later,” you heard him reply.

“You mean when Poe and Y/N’s not here?” Poe sassily approached them.

“Yeah, mhmm,” Finn affirmed.

“We’re gonna die in sand burrows and we’re all keeping secrets?” Poe pressed as he walked past them and towards you.

Deciding the light from behind you wasn’t enough after needing to strain your eyes enough, you ignited your white saber as well for lighting, “Is this really the time?”

“I’ll tell you as soon as you tell us about all that shifty stuff you do,” Finn pressed back.

“Actually, this might be exactly the time,” you admitted, still walking forward but wanting to hear Poe’s response.

The small passageway you were walking through once again opened up into a smaller room with a few other passageways leading in different directions when Poe spoke, “I do not wanna know what made these tunnels.”

His avoidance of explanation twice now began to gnaw at the back of your mind. Why is Poe intentionally keeping things from me? Is there a past he doesn’t want me to know about? Even after I told him everything about mine... 

“Judging by the circumference of the tunnel walls,” 3PO began to explain.

“I said I do not wanna know. Not,” Poe turned back to look at the droid and drive the point forward.

Your group trekked for a short while longer, the order of which led changing with 3PO somehow in the front. Poe was shortly behind him with BB-8 in front of him, his flashlight hitting a corner and illuminating something different than the sand walls. 

“Woah, what is that?” Poe directed toward 3PO, still not close enough to make it out while the golden droid was standing in front of it.

Finn was just behind Poe and after coming a bit closer, “Is that a speeder?”

“An old one,” Rey came up from the back of the group.

“Perhaps we will find the driver,” 3PO pondered.

BB-8 booped and beeped and Poe responded, “Yep, BB-8, I think dead too.”

You really wondered if he didn’t know how to speak droid or not because that was exactly what the small ball had said.

C3PO was inspecting the front of the speeder when he spoke, “Oh my. A hex charm.”

“A what?” Poe turned back from inspecting a tunnel.

“A common emblem of Sith loyalists,” he explained.

You came closer as well to inspect it and your brows came to knit together, “Why is it that I don’t recognize this?”

“Sith,” Rey muttered.

“This was Ochi’s?” Finn surmised.

“Luke sensed it, Ochi never left this place,” Rey walked around the vehicle.

“Why can’t I...” you muttered to yourself. 

Your fingers grazed over the emblem, holding your lightsaber as close as you could to ensure you could capture it in the light. Yet... nothing came to you. How was it that a Sith emblem was lost to you? You feared you weren’t quite as attuned to your dark nature as you once thought you were, and knew it meant nothing but bad news.

“And he ended up down here,” Finn continued off of Rey.

“He was headed for his ship,” Poe began to understand. “Same thing happened to us, happened to him.”

“So how did Ochi get out?” Finn wondered.

You noticed them begin to move down one of the passages and shook off your thoughts, moving to follow them as well.

“He didn’t,” Rey finished, stopping in her tracks.

The rest of you caught up and noticed a skeleton in the room in front of you.

“No he didn’t,” Finn put his hands on his hips.

“Bones, I don’t like bones,” Poe strained.

“Bones? Never a good sign,” C3PO managed to sound as dreaded as possible which didn't help at all.

BB-8 chirped and Rey, taking off her staff, said, “Yeah, I see it.”

She walked forward towards the corner that BB-8 rolled towards and reached for something that BB-8 blew some sand off of. As she removed it, your eyes landed on a unique designed dagger.

As Rey held it, she muttered, “Horrible things... have happened with this.”

You felt out for the dagger and felt the same pain and suffering Rey had, though not as concentrated as she did whilst holding it.

“There’s writing on it,” Poe noticed.

“Perhaps I can translate,” 3PO offered.

The golden droid held it up to his eyes after Rey handed it to him, “Oh! The location of the wayfinder has been inscribed upon this dagger. It’s the clue that Master Luke was looking for.

“And?”

“Where’s the wayfinder?” Poe finished Finn’s question.

“I am afraid I cannot tell you,” 3PO lowered his arm and turned back towards you all.

“What?” you said, two seconds from grabbing the dagger and doing it yourself.

“20.3 fazillion languages, you can’t read that?” Poe accused.

“Oh, I have read it sir. I know exactly where the wayfinder is,” 3PO responded pridefully. “Unfortunately, it is written in the runic language of the Sith.”

“So what?” Rey fired.

“My programming forbids me from translating it,” he bit back.

“So, you’re telling us the one time we need you to talk, you can’t?” Poe looked at the droid with disappointment.

“Irony, sir,” 3PO responded, looking between the group before he walked over to the side.

“Give it here, I’ll do it, maker,” you muttered. 

“I am mechanically incapable of translating from Sith,” the droid appeased.

As he spoke, a small rumbling began to penetrate the ground and a large figure began to rise behind him. 

“I believe the rule was passed by the Senate of the Old Republic,” his explanation continued. Finn and Poe raised their guns while you and Rey raised your sabers in his direction which made him turn and scream as the large creature behind him opened its large mouth and screeched, “Serpent! Serpent! Serpent!” 

He rushed behind your group as you stood your ground and looked upon the large worm-like creature. It had six eyes, two large ones on each side of its face with two smaller ones joining them. It only had about fourteen teeth but they were large and menacing. While it snarled at you a few times, it hadn’t made a move to attack you at all, prompting you and Rey to put down Finn and Poe’s guns. You put a hand on Rey’s shoulder and she looked over to you, receiving a nod. You wanted her to try to connect with the creature, and you knew that she could do it. If it was truly violent, it would have already attacked your group several times over by then. She handed her saber to the side as she made eye contact with the serpent, Finn taking it out of her hands. 

“Rey,” Finn whispered.

The light from their flashlights and your sabers managed to pick up more than just the head of the creature. Its entire body was wrapped around the room in front of you, its long shafted body coiling around. Rey approached it and it snarled but still ultimately did nothing, allowing her to step over its body.

“Y/N,” Poe stressed, aiming his gun at the creature again.

“Don’t,” you whispered.

“Shh,” Finn shushed the group.

Rey was right in the middle of it now, the serpent's body circled around her multiple times with its head right above her and hissing.

“I’m gonna blast it,” Poe stated.

“Don’t blast it,” you and Finn said simultaneously.

Rey lowered herself to the ground and reached a soft and steady hand towards its body. The moment her hand came to touch its skin, it roared which made her stop in her tracks. She didn’t remove her hand however and it still did not attack her.

She closed her eyes and began to focus and that’s when you noticed. The serpent was hurt, scratched in some manner and was bleeding. Focusing her force energy, she managed to actually transfer some of it from her body into the serpent, effectively healing the damage the creature had taken. Poe slowly lowered his gun as he took notice of her actions as well. Before long, the bleeding was completely gone and the wound looked as if it were never there. The serpent blinked slowly and groaned in a contented tone before turning its head and beginning to slide through a separate tunnel. Rey removed her hand as if it were shocked statically and held her wrist while rubbing it slightly. Eventually, its entire body was gone and with it, a passageway crumbling open with light pouring inward. 

BB-8 was the first to roll forward and beeped at Rey, “I just transferred a bit of life. Force energy from me to him. You would have done the same.”

The last part she responded to the droid after he beeped back at her questionably. 

You came up to her while she was still in her kneeled position and helped her up with a hand on her shoulder, “When did you learn to do that?”

“I’m... not sure. I just, felt it,” she tried to explain.

You gave her a slight smile, wondering just how powerful she might be. Force heal was not an easy force technique, and it certainly wasn’t one anyone could do on a whim. Chewie picked up the dagger from where 3PO dropped it and brought it up to you, offering it carefully. You took the knife from his hands and looked over it, seeing the inscriptions along the blade. Though when you tried to read it, you came up blank.

“3PO are you sure this is Sith?” you questioned, turning it over in your hands.

“Of course, Master Y/N! That is the runic language of the Sith,” the robot replied.

“Then why can’t I read it?” you asked aloud, fervently focusing on it yet still not understanding the symbols.

“Wait, I thought you knew Sith?” Poe came up to you, shining his flashlight on the blade as well.

“I knew it better than I knew common, yet,” you sighed, “I can’t seem to understand a single symbol.”

First you weren’t able to recognize the Sith loyalist emblem, and now you had lost your ability to understand Sith. These developments were turning for the worst as you wondered what else you were suddenly incapable of. It didn’t make any sense. You knew Sith because of your former position but even then, you used the language for thousands of years. Even if somehow that power was lost to you, the language would have had to stick anyway right? Your thoughts were brought back to how your wayfinding ability was muddled and your future visions were no longer coming to you. If Snoke wasn’t the one blocking me, perhaps it’s been Palpatine all this time. Who knows what kind of power he has amassed over centuries.

“That’s weird, right?” Finn offered, standing at the now open passageway with light.

You continued to look at the dagger as if you would suddenly begin to recognize the language to no avail when Poe placed a hand on your shoulder, “We need to get out of here, sweetheart. We’ll figure this out later, together.”

You finally ripped your eyes from the blade and handed it back to Chewie who placed it in his bag, “Yeah, let’s go.”

Your group exited the underground to the surface to see Ochi’s ship not far from your position. This time as you walked, you made sure to avoid any and all of the small pools of sinking sands. Luckily they were colored a darker gray so it was easy to discern it from the normal sand. 

As your group got closer and began to scale the rock structure the ship was on, C3PO spoke up, “We cannot possibly fly in that old wreck.”

“We gotta keep moving. Find someone who can translate that dagger, like a helpful droid,” Poe pressed.

“Our ship is most definitely impounded or completely surrounded so this is our only way off this planet,” you added.

Hurt panged through you momentarily at your own incapability to read the language inscribed on the dagger. Your already precarious situation wouldn’t have been much more complicated if you could have just read what was written.

“Yeah they’ll throw us in the Pits of Griq,” Finn threatened.

“Yeah,” Poe chuckled. “And use you as a target droid.”

“You both make, excellent points. At times,” the golden droid admitted.

Finn was helping Poe get a leg up to keep climbing the rock when Rey turned off and walked towards the edge. You noticed it and slowly edged towards her, noticing her focusing on something in the distance.

Finn came up behind you, “What is it?”

Rey turned and handed her staff to Finn, “I’ll be right behind you.” She gave him her bag as well, “It’s ok.”

“Poe,” you called up to him a bit higher, telling him more with your eyes.

He looked back down with his hands on his hips and sighed, “Yeah, we’ll get the ship ready.”

With a nod, you clapped Finn’s shoulder and set back down the rock with Rey. You walked just a step behind her as the two of you began to walk slowly into the open desert. You weren’t quite far from the rock, but had put enough distance to hear the ships engines begin to fire up behind you. You walked with Rey a bit further then she came to a stop. You could feel him by now too, hear the roar of his ship's engine, it was Ren.

“Are you ready? I won’t be helping until I absolutely have to,” you attempted to strengthen her.

She turned to you and nodded once sharply before turning back towards the direction Kylo was flying towards you. You put the force energy into your hands and feet and pushed off as you ran toward the mountainside, launching yourself up sizeable high before sticking your lightsaber into the side of the cliff and hanging. For now, you would overlook their battle. It was entirely possible the nexus event was upon you here and now, but you couldn’t risk it if it wasn’t. Your mission was far greater than the risk of losing this current war, it was missing out on yet another millennium before being able to awaken, not the intention of your father and sister. 

Kylo leveled his TIE fighter at the same height as Rey, flying just along the surface of the sand. She ignited her saber in response and turned around! Facing the other direction, she had her back turned towards him and it seemed to enrage him further. His TIE picked up speed and was now beaming towards her quickly, and just as he was beginning to get closer, she began to run. 

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She leaped just as Ren’s ship was about to run her through, with a yell, twisting her body and thrusting her saber through one of the wings, severing it from the ship. She landed back on the ground as Kylo’s ship began to wobble, unsteady with only one side pushing forward. The other wing separated and broke off, leaving only the center cockpit to remain as it crashed and scraped against the ground for hundreds of feet. As soon as it came to a crashing halt, the hull suddenly exploded!

“Rey! Rey!” Finn came shouting towards Rey.

You deactivated your blade and fell back down the mountainside, using the force to push with your hands and soften your fall. 

“They got Chewie! They got him!” he yelled just as a First Order transport ship took off behind him.

As you were running towards them, Rey reached out with the force and held the transport in place. Its engines were scrambling to take off yet she held it just the same and attempted to drag it back in. As you arrived finally, the three of you took notice of a Kylo Ren walking towards you from the direction his ship had just exploded in, completely unscathed. He began to reach out with the force as well and pull the ship out of Rey’s control. Deciding enough was enough, you reached your arm up to help Rey when you were struck concussed by a foreign object to your head.

“Y/N!” Finn yelled.

Fear struck through Rey as well, muddling the strength in her pull.

Before you knew it, you were on the ground with a stinging pain in the side of your head. Finn had come up to you and yanked whatever was there out and you could finally pull a breath into your lungs-

“Leaving so soon?” you mused, holding Ahsoka in a headlock in the back of their ship. You turned her back around to face you as you choked her, “Not without this you won’t.”

The drop hatch opened in front of you and Anakin stared in horror as you dropped her through it and dived through yourself, “Ahsoka!”

You metamorphosed into your large bat form and held her by your legs bringing her back to your citadel.

...

“You are alone now,” you walked slowly around a drugged Ahsoka in your small goblin form. “If you are to survive, you must forget your master.”

You pulled her by the hand as she brought her free one up to her head, “I don’t think I-”

Grabbing her further by the arm, you bit her forearm, injecting a dark poison. 

“Y/N! Y/N!” you were suddenly pulled back into reality on Ochi’s ship.

You grunted as a painful pulse went through your head, “What did they do to me?”

The ship was rocking slightly and you could just barely hear over the ringing in your ears the sounds of lasers firing. 

“Y/N! Baby, you better be ok, imma get us out of here,” Poe yelled over his shoulder while piloting the ship.

Finn was in front of you, “They hit you with some kind of electric bullet. I couldn’t tell what it was since we were in a-”

Another lapse of pain hurt so badly it knocked you right out.

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The Son: Chapter 20

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the long wait on this you guys, I just haven't been able to get to writing really but chapter 20 is finally here! Some funny moments for you guys in here, also some troubling information!! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Some fluff

Word Count: 4,650

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

You were trying to put out a fire right next to the cockpit as Poe called out over the comms, “Resistance base, it’s the Falcon, we’re back but we’re in bad shape. We need repairs as soon as we land, we’re leaking just about everything and-” he was interrupted by a small explosion on the outside of the ship. “We’re on fire inside and out.”

You sighed and finished putting out the fire, tossing the extinguisher to the side, “Let’s just get to solid ground.”

Poe piloted the ship down and landed, your group walking out of the ramp and onto the planet's surface.

“Whole thing’s on fire, all of it,” Poe waved back at workers storming the Falcon.

You didn’t even bother turning your head to look at the damage you knew was there and walked forward, seeing Rey just ahead of your path.

“Hey, there’s a spy?” she asked as you approached.

You nodded as you approached, “Apparently so, haven’t had a chance to look at the data just yet.”

“Really could have used your help out there,” Poe spoke as he approached, directed at Rey.

“How’d it go?” she questioned.

He placed his hands on his hips, “Really bad actually, really bad.”

“Han’s ship...” she trailed off, taking in the damage in front of her.

Poe looked down at BB-8 who you had leaned down to check on, “What’d you do to the droid?”

One of his parts was missing from his small circular body and he looked slightly banged up.

Rey looked down at the droid, the Falcon, then back to Poe, “What’d you do to the Falcon?”

“The Falcon’s in a lot better shape than he is!” he accused.

“BB-8’s not on fire,” Rey retorted.

“What’s left of him isn’t on fire,” Poe was quick to keep up.

“Tell me what happened,” Rey demanded.

“You tell me first,” Poe fought back.

“You know what you are?” Rey sarcastically smiled.

“What?” 

“Stubborn? Difficult?” you muttered out loud, looking off to the side.

“Exactly, you’re difficult,” Rey finished. “Really difficult, you’re a difficult man.”

“Shouldn’t you be defending me?” Poe turned to you before turning back to Rey. “You...”

“Rey,” Finn approached.

Rey broke off from Poe, who knelt down to check on BB-8 while she and Finn caught up.

“Oh buddy, what did she do to you,” he fawned over the poor droid.

Chewie growled loudly from the side, announcing that the lightspeed skipping was a terrible idea.

“Wait, you lightspeed skipped?” Rey asked, shocked, turning back from Finn to walk towards the two of you.

Poe responded without turning back from BB-8, “Yeah, well it got us back here didn’t it?”

“Just barely,” you admitted shyly.

“Poe, the compressors down,” she stated matter of factly, her tone implying she knew he knew that.

“Oh, I know, I was there,” he back talked.

“Every time,” Finn threw his hands up as he joined your group.

“You can’t lightspeed skip the Falcon!”

He shot up now, “Actually, it turns out you can.”

“Alright, guys we just landed,” Finn tried to defuse them.

Poe began walking away and the rest of you followed, Rey pressing further, “What happened?”

“Bad news happened,” he said over his shoulder.

“So no spy?”

“No, spy.”

You could feel both of their annoyance and closed your eyes with a sigh, following silently.

“Did we make contact with a spy or not?” she threw her hands in the air in annoyance.

“There’s a mole in the First Order and they sent us a message,” Finn explained.

BB-8 chirped and you raised an eyebrow, “The tree fell on you?”

Poe turned to you with an ‘excuse me’ face and turned to Rey, “You dropped a tree on him?”

“You blew both sub-alternators?” she replied with equal fervor. 

“Well you know what, if you’re so worried about the systems blowing then maybe you should be out there with us!”

All of you wanted Rey out there with you but it seemed you were the only person who understood why she wasn’t. It was still much too early for her in her journey and she more than needed the last few months for training, not running around on missions. Though her absence weighed heavy on everyone, she was an integral member of the team and her not being around, especially after losing Han, was a strike to the Falcon’s power. Finn and Chewie were also filled in mostly on your situation and were aware of the incoming nexus event, Poe simply expressing the panic you all felt at the looming times to come and the key players involved.

“You know I wanna be out there with you,” Rey pleaded back.

“Yeah but you’re not! You’re here training, when Y/N could be doing that with you on the ship. We need you, out there, not here,” Poe offered before walking away.

You gave Rey an apologetic smile before you followed along with Poe, coming up to his side, “Hey, you know that it would be impossible for me to train her while we’re actively out on missions right?”

He looked to you and back in front of him before sighing as he walked, “I know, that was unfair of me. I just... things have been getting more and more dangerous and I’m just worried that something bad is gonna happen. We need everyone we can get, especially another Jedi.”

You nodded solemnly, knowing he wasn’t reducing her to her contribution, but still realizing in times of war, much like your current time, you needed everything you could possibly get, “I know. With Snoke dead and Kylo and the First Order still at large, I’ve been feeling uneasy as well. I’m usually much better at wayfinding and seeing through the force but... ever since I’ve awakened I’ve been blocked. At first I thought it was Snoke, but with him dead it must be something else.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” Poe admitted. 

You sighed, “Neither do I. Go ahead and get the message from Leia, I’ll meet you at what I’m assuming will be a debrief soon?”

Poe nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder momentarily before the two of you split, going in separate directions. Instead of going to find the message, you doubled back to try and find Rey and get a progress update from her. After going back to where you last saw her, she was no longer there but thankfully you had just caught her outline walking a bit off to the side.

“Rey,” you called out as you tried to catch up to her.

She stopped walking and turned back to face you, “Hey.”

You had finally caught up and began to walk beside her, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine, what do you think the message is?” she asked, her impatience glaring.

“I think, we’ll find that out once they read it,” you responded simply. “I wanted to see how your training was going. What is Leia having you do now?”

She didn’t respond for a second as she didn’t get the response she had hoped but ultimately kept the conversation, “It’s... fine. She’s having me try to connect with the masters who came before me.”

“Fine? What’s been going on, Rey?” you asked, once again pausing the walk to look at her, feeling there was a lot going on underneath the surface.

She begrudgingly stopped as well to face you with a sigh, looking off to the side before returning to your gaze, “We haven’t heard anything in months. Poe was right, I need to be out there. Not here trying to have previous Jedi ‘be with me.’”

“Rey, I understand your frustration but you cannot allow it to fill you with impatience,” you pleaded. “Allowing those feelings to overcome you is the first step to defeat, to imbalance.”

“I know,” she said, though she seemed to be responding more to her thoughts than she was to you.

You placed a hand on her shoulder, “I was overcome with nothing but the dark for so long, and now I still struggle to co-exist with that part of me. Believe me when I say I know how it feels to not be in complete control over yourself or your emotions.” You removed your hand softly, “But as long as we don’t give up, and train ourselves, we can save the galaxy.”

The two of you continued talking for a short while longer, though for all you might have talked, you felt Rey was still holding something back from you. Knowing that pressing her about it wouldn’t yield any results, you chose to drop your concerns for the moment. 

Eventually, there was a call for an important meeting, the very same you anticipated earlier to discuss the information that was received. As you arrived, the small portion of what was left of the Resistance was huddled around an open area outside near the x-wings. You noticed Poe and went to stand near him as he beckoned you over with his eyes, noticing you approaching as well. You didn’t have to wait long before everyone had arrived and Poe spoke up.

“We’ve decoded the intel from the First Order spy, and it confirms the worst.” He sighed as he crossed his arms, “Somehow, Palpatine returned.”

The whole crowd gasped as the shocking news came to light, including you. 

You had never met Palpatine... but you knew who he was. When you were in the pyramid, you were able to see glimpses into the galaxy, especially focused around the dark side. From them, you were vaguely familiar with Sheev Palpatine, the man who destroyed the Republic. 

“Wait, do we believe this?” Rose was the first to respond from the shellshocked group.

“It cannot be, the Emperor is dead!” one of the Man Calamari said.

“Dark science, cloning. Secrets only the Sith knew,” another inferred.

You spoke up, “It’s more than possible, it’s probable. It looks like Kylo has found a new master. There are dark rituals that speak of immortality, something Palpatine would have been capable of.”

With the First Order completely aware of you, along with the Resistance becoming a dwindling few, Leia and you had broken the news to everyone. At first, you wanted no one to know of you in order to avoid distrust, and while everyone was a bit shocked, it wasn’t in the way you anticipated. No one expressed a single concern, each and every one of them seeing the way you fought for the Resistance. After spending so much time with them, it seemed you had built a bond of trust you had never considered. Because of that, you felt comfortable enough to share the information. Though, you felt your trepidation rise in your gut, not expecting such a force to be thrown at you... matters just got severely worse.

“He’s been planning his revenge,” Poe built off of you. “His followers have been building something for years. The largest fleet the galaxy has ever known. He calls it the Final Order. In 16 hours, attacks on all free worlds begin.”

The entire camp listened on, their faces being wracked with the frightful news.

“The Emperor and his fleet have been hiding in the unknown regions. On a world called Exegol.”

R2 rocked side to side with alarming chirps, 3PO placing a hand on him and speaking on his behalf, “Exegol does not appear on any star chart. But legend describes it as the hidden world of the Sith.”

Rey had turned and ran off, concerning you slightly as the group continued.

“There were always whispers of his hunger to cheat death,” Beaumont mentioned, the same officer who spoke before you about the cloning.

“So, Palpatine’s been out there all this time. Pulling the strings,” Poe surmised.

Another rush in your gut, the thought that he had had decades to make his plans. He had taken down an established galactic power from the inside, what else did he have in his head?

“Always, in the shadows. From the very beginning,” Leia finally spoke, directing her words in response to Poe.

“If we want to stop him, we must find him,” Maz pointed out, the small yet very old and wise woman spoke. “Must find Exegol.”

“General,” Rey announced, everyone turning to her as she reappeared. “Can I speak with you?”

Leia waved the group off and everyone scattered, Rey beckoning you over with a nod of her head. She held one of the books she took from the island Luke was on as she walked, you and Leia following.

“I know how to get to Exegol,” she stated as she sat down in a corner of the cavity carved into the mountainside.

“Tell me,” Leia responded.

“Luke searched for it for a long time. He nearly found it,” she explained. “But he said to get there, you need one of these,” she flipped through the pages on the book to come to a picture of a triangular prism. “A Sith wayfinder. They’re compasses that lead the way to Exegol.”

“You’ve been studying these books along with your training it seems,” you said as you studied the page.

“To stop what we all know is coming,” she locked eyes with both of you. “I need to finish what Luke started. Find Exegol. Find the Emperor.”

“No,” Leia promptly responded.

“I don’t want to go without your blessing but I will, I will,” Rey pressed.

You placed a hand on Rey’s shoulder and faced Leia with her, “I’ll go with her.”

“It’s what you would do,” Rey appealed to her.

She shared a ‘I don’t think this is a good idea’ look with the two of you for a while before she finally caved, giving you a nod to approve your mission.

You and Rey shared a look before you nodded and turned to go to the Falcon. For a while, the two of you assisted in the repairs in order to get the ship operational for your trip. You didn’t bother going to get Poe as you knew he would learn about the mission one way or another, and proceed to prepare to leave with you. 

As you predicted, after finishing up with the repairs, Rey was removing the fuel nozzle as Poe walked up, “So, you guys got her up and running huh?”

Rey responded to him as you checked over a monitor, assessing the systems of the ship, “You were right before. I’m gonna pick up Luke’s search for Exegol. I’m gonna start where his trail went cold. The Forbidden Desert of Pasaana.”

“Yeah I know, we’re going with you,” he placed a hand on her elbow before walking past, coming up behind you. “Hey sweetheart, you didn’t come get me.”

You smiled as you felt his arms come up to hug you from behind, pressing the tablet a few more times to finish up, “I knew you’d come, I had to fix things up here.”

“Mmhm,” he muttered, placing a slightly arousing kiss on your neck that sent flutters down your spine. “You know I’d follow you anywhere.”

You sighed, eyes drooping closed momentarily before you caught yourself, “Poe... if you don’t stop right now.”

He chuckled as he swayed your hips to the side slightly and slowly, “Am I being a bad boy?”

You rolled your eyes as the rest of the group had already been walking in towards the Falcon and he was making you want to pull him back to your room, “Very.” You turned in his arms as you finished up and looked at him, leaning back against the console, “Though I think you want to be one.”

His cheeky grin confirmed your thoughts and he responded as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “No better time than the present. We’re going off, to probably die again.”

You chuckled and leaned in for a slow and soft kiss, pulling away before long, “Then I guess we’ll just have to live then.”

You slipped out from his hold and walked to the ramp of the ship, leaving a wanting Poe to follow you behind shortly. Finn had gone off to ask Rose to come with your group so he arrived shortly after, Rose seemingly not with him. He had thought of inviting her for her knowledge of ships and systems, though you knew that was only part of the reason. There was something forming between the two of them you felt.

“General’s asked her to study the specs of destroyers,” Finn explained as he came into the Falcon.

You were finishing up preparations in the Falcon while everyone went off to gather last minute provisions and to say their possible goodbyes. Rey had gone off somewhere and Poe had left to go grab her, both of them returning to the Falcon before long as you were to set out as soon as possible. C-3PO was accompanying you along with BB-8 as a translator droid for any planets you might come across. You wanted A-3 to come, especially since he hadn’t seen much action, but accepted 3PO all the same. 

Rey spoke as she came in with Poe, “Leia is outside.”

You got up as you had finished everything you needed and walked out to see her once more before you departed, Rey coming along as well.

“I don’t like sending my best fighters off right now,” Leia began as you walked up to her. “But this might be our only shot.”

Rey pressed her lips together with disappointed eyes towards the general, “There’s so much I want to tell you.”

“Tell me when you get back,” Leia returned softly with a smile.

Leia held out Luke’s saber to her and Rey looked down to notice, only watching for a few moments before she reached her hands out and grabbed it. Pulling Leia in for a hug immediately after, the two of them embraced shortly. You had been out on missions with Poe, Finn, and Chewie so often that you hadn’t gotten to see their relationship truly form. It was like watching the embrace of a mother and her daughter.

“Rey, never be afraid of who you are,” Leia whispered in her ear as they hugged. 

At that, Rey had opened her eyes, tears falling from her lashes and stared into the distance. Your brows furrowed in response and you were suddenly reminded of the feeling you got from Rey earlier, that she was battling with something from within that she hadn’t revealed to you. After they broke apart, they gave each other another look with a smile and Rey walked back towards the Falcon. You were left alone with Leia and as you turned to look at her, you found her already intently looking into your eyes.

“She’s not the only one who needs to hear that.”

You blinked, coming to understand her meaning and sighed, “I think I’m still trying to figure out who I am in the first place.”

“You forget, I saw into your memories just as you did mine,” she said nonchalantly.

You staggered, “What?”

“I know a thing or two about the force as well, Y/N. I saw you... your sister and your father. I saw the love they had for you, even in your darkest times,” Leia explained. “Because they saw who you truly were underneath all of the dark, just as I see you.”

You felt a pang in your heart, and asked with vulnerability, “And what do you see?”

She sighed with a knowing smile, “Goodness. Not just darkness, not just the light, but a true heart.”

Tears began to form in your eyes, “I don’t know if I can control my darkness.”

“I have faith that you will,” she left you with that as her final remark to think about as she guided you to the ship.

You entered and turned back as you pressed the button to close the ramp, Leia’s determined face influencing your own right up until the last of the sunlight crept through the cracks of the seal. As you walked towards the cockpit, you came to see 3PO in the main area standing and approached.

“Hello, 3PO.”

His metallic body reared to face you as the color in his eyes flickered, “Ah, Commander Y/N!”

You had almost forgotten that was the rank Leia assigned to you since you never wanted anyone to call you that in the first place. Of course 3PO would be the one to introduce the formality.

“I’m glad to have you on this mission, it’s unfortunate that we haven’t been able to spend much time together,” you expressed genuinely, even though most of your interactions with him led to... someone getting ticked off.

“I wholeheartedly agree! I am honored to be joining you on this quest through space and what will most certainly end in our horrific deaths!” his words shifted morbidly which made your brow crease slightly.

“Right...” you took that as your cue to cut past him and into the cockpit where the others were.

Before long, your ship had traveled through hyperspace and you came to face a large desert planet. After landing the ship in a clear area not far from where there was bustling activity, the group set out across the desert to come up to a small hill to overlook the activity you saw earlier.

“You sure this is it?” Poe asked.

“These are the exact coordinates that Master Luke left behind,” 3PO was quick to respond.

You were slightly confused as well since you had expected some kind of Sith structure of some sort but instead came to found what looked like a party.

“What is this?” Poe asked.

Your group looked out to hundreds of people out with music playing, colored smoke going into the air along with long fabrics and decorated papers.

“The Aki-Aki Festival of the Ancestors. This celebration occurs only once every 42 years,” the golden robot informed.

You took a step forward to come to the edge of the hill, looking out in wonder at the sight before you. You couldn’t see but Poe was holding a hand up to his eyes, sighing. 

“This is beautiful,” you whispered, a smile gracing your face as you saw all the little life forms smiling and laughing.

You weren’t sure what species they were as you had never seen them but from what you could tell, they were short humanoid creatures with squid-like facial features and a deep grayish coloration on their skin. There were beaded jewelry stands among other arts and crafts that were decorated in a way you also hadn’t seen, most likely indigenous to their culture.

“Well that’s lucky,” Finn responded to 3PO.

“Lucky indeed,” he returned. “This Festival is known for both its colorful kites, and its delectable sweets.”

His over explanation began to sour your moment and you turned to see everyone else had turned too to look at 3PO with tired faces. You turned too late to notice Poe’s once annoyed face becoming soft and hearty seeing your initial reaction to the sight in front of you.

Seeing all of you turn to face his direction, 3PO snapped his vision to each and every one of you, then obliviously turned around to check if there was something behind him.

“Alright, let’s split up and cover some ground, see what we can find and meet back up,” Poe spoke to the group.

He began walking towards the festival and placed a hand on the small of your back to guide you with him, making it known that the two of you would be going off together. Warmth passed through you not just from his hand but from his actions as you tried to quell the smile threatening to form on your lips. As you entered the crowd, you were surrounded by orange, yellow, and green robes around dancing locals. They were all mostly in sync so you assumed the dance must have been a dancing tribal celebration. Your group had maintained a small distance from each other in case anything went wrong as you walked through the crowd. 

Though, you entered together and just before you split, Rey commented with similar wonder to yours, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Finn cut past her as he moved through the crowd, “I’ve never seen so few wayfinders.”

“There’s always random First Order patrols in crowds like these. So, keep your heads down,” Poe also mentioned.

Chewie, following your group from the back end, ducked his head slightly in response as he towered over most everything else. Once you had fully submerged into the crowd, your group finally split, 3PO going with Rey, Finn going with Chewie, and you with Poe and BB-8.

“Let’s see what the locals know,” Poe suggested over the music as you walked through.

You tried to stay on mission but found it hard, instead fighting to keep your excitement contained. You had never been to nor seen an event like this and the joyous smiles of those around you uplifted you. You almost walked up to a local to ask for some information but then saw a smaller person come up to them and be lifted in their arms. The smiles and laughter that graced your ears both brought a smile on your own face, yet a sad feeling to course through you. 

“Sweetheart, you doing ok?” Poe asked, keeping half his attention on the crowd for First Order patrols while the other half wanted to know what you were feeling.

You continued to walk with him, “I just... I feel like everytime I see something happy I have a reason to be sad. This festival is amazing, though it only reminds me of what I’ve lost.”

You regretted your words as you didn’t want to make the mission about you or make Poe worry but fortunately for you, he took it in stride, “I know, I wish I had the magic words to help.” He paused for a moment before he reached to the side and grabbed something one of the villagers were offering, “But I can offer this.”

He had a beaded, beautifully decorated necklace that he held over your head and placed around your neck. A half smile formed on your face involuntarily as you looked down to appreciate the art now around your neck as you brought your hand up softly to touch it. Your heart swelled in your chest as you looked back at Poe, the smile now fully formed, a tear escaping the corner of your eye. He gave you a loving and sympathetic smile as he reached out to wipe the tear softly, grabbing your hand afterwards to pull you along the crowd. Now, you definitely were having trouble focusing on the mission, the weight around your neck now being the source of your beating heart. I truly love this man. 

You had spent about another fifteen minutes in the crowd, Poe wasn’t able to understand their language at all so he didn’t get much and while you could to a degree, most of them simply expressed their joys for the festival, unknowing as to what you were looking for. You, Poe, and BB-8 had exited the crowd slightly off to the side where there were a few speeders, looking around to try and beckon over everyone else. Before long, Chewie’s tall stature led him and Finn over.

“You guys find anything?” Finn asked as he approached.

You shook your head, “Nothing.”

Chewie growled and Finn replied, “Same here.” He looked around for a second, “Rey?”

Poe responded, “Haven’t seen her yet.”

“We have to go back to the Falcon, now,” Rey made herself known to your group as she rushed over.

Everyone’s guards were immediately raised and Poe was the first to speak, “Why?”

“It’s Ren.”

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The Son: Chapter 19

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: We get some scenes of what happens between the 8th and 9th movies (that I am creating) in this chapter before going back in! As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Fluff, action. 

Word Count: 4,379

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

It was one of the cooler nights on base as you walked out into the moonlit jungle. For the first time in a while both you and Poe had a night off from missions. You were planning on spending it meditating and resting as much as you could but Poe had asked you to come out to a clearing in the jungle to meet. As always, you could never say no to him and were excited to see what he had called you out for. As you ducked your head over hanging jungle plants and carefully footed through the vines above ground, you eventually reached the clearing. 

You were met with Poe laying atop a blanket on the ground with a small basket and a few beers, “Hey handsome, took you long enough.”

He had a lazy smile on his face which sent a flurry in your stomach, “What’s all this?”

He got up and walked over towards you, grabbing you by the hand with a smile and leading you over, “This is called a ‘date.’”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, despite the blush on your face, “I know what a date is.”

He chuckled as he pulled you down onto the blanket to sit with him, “Then that means you know we need food.”

He uncovered the basket to show various foods inside, bread holding together different colors and ingredients, “These look amazing!”

“They’re sandwiches, not common on most worlds but it’s a traditional thing for humans to bring on picnic dates,” he explained, not demeaningly, but lovingly.

“Picnic... that’s a cute name,” you smiled. Reaching into the basket, you grabbed one of them and took a bite, the flavors completely unknown to you but absolutely delicious, “Oh maker, this is the best thing I’ve ever had.”

Poe chuckled, the urge to kiss you barely being held back, “You’ve eaten basically nothing but ration packs as far as I’ve seen so I thought this might be nice.”

You had seen many foods through Leia’s memories but you neither could taste them nor really paid attention as the trip through her memories wasn’t exactly culinary in nature. You smiled and looked into his eyes, bewildered at how much thought he put in and care he had for you. You couldn’t help yourself but push forward and smash your lips against his. He nearly toppled over and chuckled into the kiss but returned it with just as much fervor. Unfortunately for you, you tipped over and lost your balance into the kiss and basically fell onto him. His hands held your shoulders up thankfully as his quick reflexes caught you. 

“Easy there bantha, you’ll get the food all over you,” Poe mused as you separated from the kiss.

You reestablished your balance in your seated position with a blush, knowing that bantha’s were large but gentle creatures native to Tatooine, “Sorry, couldn’t help myself.”

The recognition in his eyes shone through at the phrase you repeated back from him when you had your first kiss, “Yeah... I can relate.” The two of you shared a comfortable moment of silence as you smiled at each other before Poe spoke up again, “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask ever since Sullust, but what was that... thing you did there?”

You got comfortable as you sat and responded, “You mean when I powered the lift?”

He nodded along, taking a sandwich and biting into one as well.

“Well,” you started. “It’s a bit tricky to describe. Force lightning is a Sith ability that allows one to harness and output an electrical charge, but it’s meant to be destructive. I haven’t been able to use it again since then though.”

He spoke as he had finished up chewing, wiping at the corner of his mouth, “I know it sparked the wall, but why didn’t it short out the door too?”

You reached your hand up into the air in front of you to look at your fingers, “There was a variation developed by a Jedi Master, one that I learned about in my meditations. He called it Electric Judgement. It was a light side application of the force lightning that removed the lethal aspect of the electricity.”

“But how is it that you can use a dark side ability... with the light?” Poe asked, confused.

“Most Jedi nor Sith realize this as they never get far enough into their force journeys, but most dark or light side abilities are the same, just with different methods,” you struggled to explain properly. “Do you remember when Kylo forced his way into your head?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed, “Unfortunately.”

You pressed your lips together sympathetically and reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but Kylo used the dark side to probe into your mind and rip the information out. The Jedi have a similar trick just not as invasive, where we simply ask a person or animal to do or say something with the influence of the force and they will do or say it.”

“Have you ever done that to me? Would I even know that you did that to me?” Poe questioned, a partial smile on his face.

“You know I would never,” you chuckled. “It only works on those with weaker minds, which means you’ll be safe.”

Poe offered a flirty smile in return, “That language you spoke, what was it? I’d never heard it before.”

You remembered the phrase you uttered, maintain control, maintain balance. As you are one, you are all, “I don’t know the name of the language, just that it was one I learned from my father. There were Jedi texts on the planet Luke was on that had the language written on it. I couldn’t make it out really as I never learned how to read or write it, though, I could feel the symbols on the pages were the same.”

“A lost language huh,” he pursed his bottom lip with a slight nod. “Anything else about you I should know that’s completely random and totally awesome?”

He gave you his dashing smile again and you reached out with your hand to cup his cheek, feeling the new beard there, “I like this.”

He laughed a bit, taking his hand over yours to keep it there, “That so? Thought I’d keep it.”

You leaned over, this time balancing, to place a soft peck on the other cheek before pulling away completely, “I have no problem with that. But yeah, the only difference really between the abilities from either the light or dark is the intention the user places behind the force. It might sound simple, but only a few Jedi or Sith over the course of eons have managed to actually create new variations based off of the other side, or even be able to perform the ability in the first place depending on the difficulty.”

“Based on what you’ve told me though, aren’t you one of the most powerful force users in the galaxy?” Poe remarked.

You chuckled slightly with a shake of your head, “You know, the more I say or hear it, the more the phrase ‘most powerful’ sounds ridiculous to me.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Why?”

“Well, for one, for this all powerful person I am, I haven’t exactly been doing anything deserving of the title,” you confessed. “Plus, I don’t want to be regarded as this all powerful being, who does?”

Poe raised an eyebrow, “Um, everyone?”

You laughed, “It might sound nice on the surface, but I see the way people look at me. Whether it’s admiration and respect, or uncertainty, they all keep a distance, or try to buy into my good graces. I just want to be normal, to have friends and live my life... for my family. And I remember what it was like to be an all powerful being... that isn’t who I want to be.”

Poe’s features softened, “Hey, you are perfect. So what about those other people? You’ve got me, and a whole lot of others. And you have proven to every single person here that you are capable, dependable, and strong. They look at you in admiration and respect because you’ve protected and helped them.”

You smiled gratefully, “Thank you, Poe... I will never understand how I managed to get so lucky.”

Poe moved the basket and scooted closer to you, pulling you into his side as you leaned against one another, “I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

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“You cannot allow external stimulation to distract you,” you walked around Rey in her meditation stance. “Anyone could meditate if it were easy,” you poked your foot slightly into her side and felt her annoyance rise.

You hid the smile on your face as you circled her, “If you want any hope of becoming a Jedi, you have to be able to fight against your easiest impulses, your darkest thoughts.”

The sun’s heat came bearing down on the two of you as the day was one of the hottest you had experienced on Ajan Kloss. You were to leave on a mission tomorrow but instead of spending the day resting, you chose to take over training Rey from Leia. 

You poked out your leg against her knee, this time a bit harder and shook her body. 

She pushed a heavy sigh through her nose and curled her lip and you could sense she was just barely holding back saying something.

“Oh, is there something you’d like to say? The person who isn’t focusing on meditating right now?” you pushed at her leg again with the same pressure.

She snapped and she opened her eyes, swiping at your leg with her arm. You easily dodged, expecting her to lash out and took a step back with a smile.

She rolled her eyes and got up, “Why can’t we do saber practice?”

You inhaled and leaned your head back, exhaling and maintaining eye contact with her, “Do you remember when Kylo froze you in place?”

She played with her lip for a moment before begrudgingly responding, “Yes.”

“And did he use a saber in order to subdue you? Did a saber get you out of that predicament?” you pressed.

“No,” she huffed, her frustration coming out.

“A saber isn’t the only thing a Jedi must train in. You must master your mind, your emotions, and the force. Those things will enhance your abilities with the blade.”

You could see her working it in her mind and she nodded as she understood what you meant, “Alright.”

She returned to her seated position on the ground and began to meditate once more. You allowed her a moment of respite before you once more, nudged her with your foot. She was unyielding this time, her calm demeanor being maintained inside and out. Your smile returned, though this time out of pride. You continued for about two hours of her practicing her meditation before you felt she had done enough.

“That’s enough, let’s try something else.”

She opened her eyes and raised from her position, awaiting your next movements.

“This is going to be a two part training, this way, both of us will get some practice in,” you walked a bit to the left where there was a small spot to sit in the shrub. “I want you to reach out with the force and feel what I am feeling, as you do so, I’ll use the same ability Kylo used on you on an animal. Do you understand?”

She came up and sat beside you, “You’re able to use that? Isn’t that a dark side ability?”

You nodded, “Indeed, it is. I used to be able to perform it with ease, and while I believe I still have the capacity to, I haven’t actually tried to yet. I assume this will be much more difficult for me than it is for you.”

“Will you be ok?” Rey asked, knowing not to question the route of ‘I used to be able to.’

“That’s your job,” you offered a slight smile. “Thanks to my father’s power, I am able to cleanse dark force energy when I channel, though it only assists me. I have to be able to actively employ it if I truly hope to use the dark side without anger or animosity. I will most likely be overcome with possible glimpses into past usages of the ability, and a rise in negative emotions. This is to help you practice your connection with the force and help you read others with it.”

“I’m ready,” she nodded.

You took a deep breath and turned to look into the jungle in front of you, trying to find some sort of small creature. To your luck, a gliding tree frog had just flown down from a tree to drink from a small puddle on the ground. Not letting the moment slip by, you outreached your arm and focused your force energy. Narrowing your eyes, you zero’d in on the frog and attempted to overcome its mind with your force. Suddenly, a flash of a scene in a desert planet came into your mind, a laser bolt frozen in midair with civilians lined up to be executed. Panic and sorrow ran through you and pierced your focus.

“I... I feel pain, and death,” Rey gasped behind you, feeling into your internal state.

You grunted, trying to push through the images and calm your elicited emotions. Grounding yourself, you pictured it in your mind to aid your efforts, imagining your force energy overtaking the frog but not suffocating it, simply invading its senses and forcing its mind to linger and slack. The methodology behind force slow was using the force to slow the function of the brain and thus create a slow-motion like effect on the target. It seemed like the frog had slowed for just a moment before it croaked out a deep and slow noise, just as you felt the ego and satisfaction crawl into your mind.

“I f- I feel domination, the urge to control,” she pointed out breathlessly.

That same feeling quickly turned to fear as your connection broke, the frog shaking its head furiously before jumping away. You gasped and broke the intense gaze you held as you attempted to collect yourself. 

“Are you alright?” she almost placed a hand on your shoulder but hesitated.

You nodded your head, “Yeah just... that was harder than I expected. But you did a wonderful job. You felt exactly what I did with great accuracy.” She smiled, and you returned with the same, “We’re done for today. Let’s get some rest.”

The two of you returned to base, but the entire way back you contemplated on how you were still struggling to accept the dark part of yourself and to tame it. You couldn’t ignore it, and you couldn’t control it until you took it in. You felt you didn’t have much time which placed yet another solid weight onto your shoulders.

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You were standing next to the holotable in the Falcon with your hands on your hips watching the game between Chewie, Finn, and Poe. Poe leaned in, “Are you ever gonna go?”

Finn spoke as Chewie eyed them and the table, “He can’t beat us every time.”

“Apparently he does,” Poe was quick to retort.

“How does he do it?” Finn pressed.

“This guy right here, it’s ‘cause he cheats.”

You chuckled as you watched them banter.

Chewie vocalized and Poe smiled, “I’m kidding. You’re 250 years old, of course you’re better than us.”

“Oh come on, take your turn. You’re taking forever. That’s cheating. That’s why we think you’re cheating,” Finn complained as Poe talked.

A beeping noise came in overhead and you walked over to the cockpit, Chewie getting up from the game to follow with a growl.

“Don’t worry!”

“We’re not gonna turn it off,” the boys replied in tandem.

You didn’t hear the rest as you walked off but Poe and Finn seemingly followed as you heard Poe raise his voice over the alarm, “Klaud, I hope you fixed that surge.”

Klaud was a trodatome, a large slug like creature that came on board recently to help with repairs, as the Falcon always needed repairs. As you arrived in the cockpit, the ship had exited hyperspace and you allowed Poe to get past you into the pilot seat, a hand on the small of your back as he passed you. The Resistance received word of highly sensitive and important information so you had traveled to a distant planet where an ally of the Resistance, Boolio was. Poe put on his headset as he began to pilot the ship down to the surface and the rest of the group scattered across the ship to prepare.

“Alright guys, T minus five,” Poe informed over the intercom shortly after.

Chewie was his co-pilot in the cockpit while you and Finn were managing the information transfer. You got to the inner hatch and pushed the button on the wall to open it as Poe got you into position.

“Come on Artoo!” Finn rushed with R2 behind him towards you.

The planet’s civilization was essentially technology carved onto abysmally large crystalline ice structures and the building fitted into the ice above the ship’s hatch opened.

You were met with Boolio and Finn called out to him, “Boolio, good to see you. You got something for us?”

“From a new ally! A spy in the First Order!” he yelled back.

“A spy? How is that possible?” you asked.

“I don’t know!” he threw a long cable down. “Transfer the message! Get it to Leia, hurry!”

He dropped a thick long cable down and you grabbed it, offering it to Finn who took it and began walking towards R2, intending to plug it into him. 

The cable stretched until Finn approached R2, “This could be big, Artoo.”

“Y/N, we’re about to be cooked!” Poe shouted over the intercom.

Finn walked over towards the hallway and shouted at the corridor frame, “We’re almost there!”

There was a light indicator right next to where the cable had plugged into R2 and the LEDs were finally all lit up, indicating the message had been received, just as Finn turned back and ripped out the cord.

He brought it back to the hatch and you called back, “We got it!”

“What can we do to thank you?” Finn shouted as Boolio pulled the cable back up to completion.

“Win the war!” he demanded, the hatch closing immediately afterwards and the Falcon taking off, Poe attempting to avoid the incoming heavy fire.

You were in an underground civilization, flying through the chasm between manmade sheltering and crystal ice walls. You and Finn rushed to the ladderwell and went to your respective gunner spots, Finn on the rear with you on the top gunner. There were a lot of TIE fighters pursuing you... and there were a lot. 

“Y/N- Finn aren’t you supposed to be getting rid of those things?” Poe began to say your name before he quickly swapped to Finn.

You furrowed your eyebrows, despite the precarious situation, “Excuse me? Don’t think I didn’t hear you try to say my name instead?”

Chewie was growling over the intercom as well.

“I’m trying to!” Finn responded.

The ship shook as it took a large blast from two of the lasers that had struck the same spot on the ship.

Finn shot once as it happened and nicked one in the wing, smashing into the side wall and destroying it, “Got one!”

“How many are left?”

“Too many.”

“One less,” you called out, striking one dead center and taking out the pilot, the core imploding.

Poe and Chewie were piloting through built bridges and ventilation in the already cramped space while simultaneously dodging the lasers from the countless ships, making your aim almost impossible to hit as well. The dodging and weaving were intense but they were managing to keep you guys alive so you steeled yourself as you and Finn were your only countermeasures.

“Guys, we can boulder these TIE’s!” Poe called out.

You reared your camera to see the bridge up ahead, held up on the sides by smaller beams.

“I was just thinking that,” Finn replied.

Poe flipped the Falcon and swirled to avoid lasers and place your guns in position to fire, you and Finn following up by blasting out the support beams just as you flew by. The bridge fell just after your ship brushed by and took out a few of the TIE’s by smacking right into them. Poe inverted the Falcon and began piloting upwards into a smaller tunnel that led upwards, trying to avoid the TIE’s and get to open space to escape.

“Get us back to base!” Finn hollered.

Before you could say anything, the ship entered hyperspace! You shot up out of your seat and rushed back down the ladder to get to the cockpit, Finn doing the same. As you entered the cockpit, you left hyperspace! 

“Poe? What are you doing?” you bellowed. 

Your team had exited hyperspace much in the same way you had when you infiltrated Starkiller base, meters away from immediate and possible death. The planet’s surface that you were riding on was littered with seventy degree angled sharp peaked mountains. Much to your dismay, the radar indicated the TIE fighters jumped into hyperspace and followed you somehow, chasing behind you as they attempted to avoid the mountains. Luckily enough, a few of them were destroyed because of the extreme terrain.

“Poe!” Finn screamed.

“I know I know!” Poe shouted, looping around one of the mountains to get a clear shot into space.

Once the ship was clear enough, he threw down the hyperspace throttle once more, throwing your group into the milky blue abyss. 

“What are you doing?” Finn questioned.

You analyzed all of the switches and buttons he was activating, pulling certain power from one system to another at different intervals to maximize output to the... hyperspace engine!

“He’s lightspeed... skipping?” you half answered half asked.

“Lightspeed skipping, that’s right!” Poe confirmed, not looking over his shoulder.

“How do you know how to do that?” Finn retorted incredulously. 

“I’m wondering the same thing,” you muttered, knowing a trick like that isn’t easy nor even close to classic training, you only coming to the conclusion because it was shown to you.

He pulled you back out of hyperspace as his response and you were met with more peak-like structures of death. Though this time they weren’t mountains, but buildings and houses. Three TIE’s remained on your tail... two, another crashed. The main console sparked and Chewie turned to Poe with a very concerned yet angry roar. 

“Yeah well, Rey’s not her-” he turned to you behind him. “Y/N, you’re my co-pilot, switch with Chewie.”

You opened your mouth to say something but blanked and Chewie with a small growl got up and pushed you down into the seat.

“Y/N, you know what’s happening here, you can fix it, I know you can,” Poe said coolly, once again sending the Falcon into hyperspace.

“Uh,” you gasped out, trying to get your bearings as you looked around at the sparking systems.

The hyperspace navigation console was going haywire with sparks flying. With the constant strain of multiple unfinished hyperspace jumps it was possible the hyperdrive motivator was overheating, making the navigation console unable to properly calculate re-entry coordinates. You looked to your right and kicked a small component by your leg, reaching down to grab the spray of coolant Klaud had stashed. You began spraying it all over the nav console and the rest of the board, trying to at least cool the command controls. The ship exited hyperspace again and you were met with what seemed like some gas area or planet, a green color everywhere.

“Chewie, I need the multi-tool,” you called over your shoulder as you were spraying.

Once you had finished, Chewie came back in with the tool and you popped the panel open, reaching down and beginning to clip the wires that routed secondary emergency power, instead re-routing them to the navigation console to give it more power. Once you did, the screen stopped glitching and began to stabilize.

“Yes!” Poe cheered as the console beeped.

Your head came back up and you were met with a worm-like creature so large, its mouth opened up and was about to easily swallow your ship and the two TIE’s that were still on the chase!

“Last jump! Maybe forever,” Poe said with determination, staring out the window and straight into the worm's mouth.

Klaud’s scream behind you let you know he was in the room behind you.

“Hold on!” throwing down the switch for the final hyperspace jump to get the ship back to Ajan Kloss, the ship just barely zoomed past the lips of the worm into the safety of space.

The scanners just barely picked up the TIE’s signatures being erased as you jumped and you sighed in relief to know no one could have been chasing you any longer. 

Poe turned to you and grabbed your face, pulling you in and giving you a firm kiss on the lips, “You were amazing, I knew you could do it.”

You fought the blush that rose at your cheeks as Chewie threw a hand up and walked back into the main area, Finn rolling his eyes and following, “That was way too reckless.”

He smiled as he panted with the passing adrenaline, “You know me.”

You rolled your eyes with a small laugh, simply relieved that you guys had survived.

“Sorry if I was intense there, I forgot I had a ship engineer right behind me,” Poe conceded.

You waved him off, “Don’t worry about it, you got me going and I did it. Though I wouldn’t call myself an engineer exactly, I cheat.”

“Well, Chewie didn’t know so don’t blame him for asking for Rey either,” Poe offered on his behalf, still ever the savior.

You smiled and grabbed his hand with a squeeze, “It’s ok, we all got out alive, that’s what matters.”

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Week Late - The Son

Hello! I just wanted to let you guys know I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to post chapters 19 and 20 this week for the son. I assumed I would be able to outright finish it before I would hit the time two posts a week would catch up to me LMAO but I guess I was very very wrong. I JUST finished writing chapter 19 but I will be posting it this upcoming Wednesday as I hope this will give me time to hopefully write and finish chapter 20 as well before Friday so I can resume posting schedule at least of that week. Moving past that? Lawd we'll see...

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