Imagine asking Han Solo for relationship advice about Poe…
“You okay there kid?” Han Solo asked. Taking a sharp breath, you realised that the man was waiting for the metal coil in your hand. “Sorry, I was- never mind.” You apologised and handed the item over.
Han examined the metal and, once he deemed it worth, passed it over to Chewbacca.
“I’m not one for small talk but if you need a listening ear, I’m here. It’s never a good thing to bottle up those thoughts.” Han advised.
You picked up another piece of metallic coil and stared at it to check for imperfections. Eyes were scanning each groove but your mind began to wander away again.
With a small sigh, you turned to the Captain of the Millennium Falcon. “Poe wants to wait until the war is over before we get married.”
The coil in Han’s hand slipped, hitting the floor and rolling towards his best friend. “I don’t think I’m the right person you should be having this conversation with.” He said nervously.
You turned and stared at the man. “You’re a husband. That’s the only requirement.”
“Leia- my wife is still mad with me-”
“General, please.” You whispered, eyes pleading for any kind of help.
Chewbacca made a soft growl which had Han rolling his eyes and nodding at the point that was made. With a heavy sigh, he stepped over and took a seat next to you.
“Fine but the next time this topic bothers you, I’d suggest anyone else but me.” He said and looked out at the rebels rushing about. “I’ve seen how he treats you and there’s no doubt that he loves you... but your Flyboy is scared. He knows the weight of war and dangers that it poses. He’s worried about the turbulent environment. He fears a possibility of not making it back from a mission one day. And worst of all, he’s terrified that something could happen to you once that ring is on your finger.” Han explained.
Chewbacca growled his agreement. You took in his words and sat with them for a moment before speaking again. “Fear is a challenge to fight. How did you overcome yours?”
Han reached over and took a coil that was sitting beside your wrist. “I didn’t.” He passed the coil to his co-pilot. “But I quickly discovered that I had to face a few of them or risk losing the love of my life.”
You hummed. While you were grateful for the insight, it didn’t quite give you the clarity of how to tackle the situation with Poe.
“Give him an ultimatum.” A third, more gentle voice offered. You turned and saw General Leia approach. Chewbacca greeted her with a warm hug before she continued forward. “Be firm but let Poe know what’s at stake if he waits too long.”
Han sighed and set down the metal in his hand. “That’s pretty rough.”
Leia smiled at her husband. “It worked on you, didn’t it?” She reminded before turning to you. “Ruffle him up a little. You have my permission.”
Perhaps coming to Han for advice was the right call after all.
✧Summary: Headcanons about Poe and Karl because they’re precious.
Platonic + Romantic + Sexual + Karl
.𖤣 .𖥧 𖡼. ⚘.° :Platonic
✿ Poe’s main interest in life is to write. More specifically, write a mystery novel even the great detective Ranpo can’t crack to get his sweet, long-awaited revenge.
✿ He spends hours, long, grueling hours, slumped over his desk with adorable raccoon freind curled up on his lap, writing none stop. His feathered pen flutters through the air as its ink soaked tip etches Poe’s ideas into words. It’s almost beautiful.
✿ His sleep deprived eyes struggling to stay open, hyper focused on the air taking shape in front of him
✿ Just like a sculptor, he chisels away at the manila paper with the hopes of soon creating a magnificent statue to stand the test of time.
✿ That uplifting dream helps keep his head high and his pen working overtime
✿ But even a talented writer like him often has his off days. Days where he feels his river of rushing inspiration run dry; days where the negation of his health finally finds the opportunity to pounce.
✿ Usually when he finds himself stuck at the bottom of an ocean of despair, he hesitatingly leaves his room and takes a stroll around his mansion.
✿(btw I headcanon, I’m pretty sure it’s cannon but idk, he lives in a secluded mansion on the outside of town with a view of the ocean by his window and a lush garden of roses in his front yard. He usually doesn’t take very good care of it cuz he spends most of his time writing but sometimes he likes to stop by and admire the new buds)
✿(I also headcannon he has tons of shelves and climbing equipment set up up the wall and on the ceiling of his study so if Karl gets bored he can scamper up there and have some play time)
✿He takes note of anything that catches his eye; whether that be intricate designs of the wooden trim on the walls, the feeling of smooth tiles under his shoes, the sounds of leaves rustling against the windows, the faint scent of mahogany and spruce hanging in the air from the numerous candles he likes to light.
✿ Although these senses may sound boring, all it takes is a small spark of intrigue to set of an explosion of fireworks in his mind that leave him rushing back to his chamber to jot it all down, Karl scampering after him excitedly.
✿ But on days he doesn’t even have the will to get out of bed, it leaves Karl with the duty of getting him back on his feet.
✿ He’ll give him tons of fluffy cuddles and licks on the cheek, deliver him snacks leftover from Ranpo’s last visit, and eventually yank him out of bed by the sleeve of his pajama shirt when it’s time to get some sun.
✿ He’s perfectly content with this lifestyle and finds comfort in his solitude. Big crowds of loud, unfamiliar people make him uncomfortable and afraid. All he really needs is his writing, Karl, and Ranpo.
✿ There’s just one thing. The more he ventures outside of his sanctum, the more he begins to long for something.
✿ It’s a solemn feeling; Like the sad cry of a lost wolf pup, endlessly marching through a thick and dark forest, calling out for any signs of its pack. He can practically feel the cold biting at his torn paw pads and the thicket’s thorns scratching at his back.
✿ No matter how many sweet nuzzles Karl gives him, the feeling still persists.
✿ That was until he finally ran into you. In that moment where his eyes gazed into yours, his breathing stopped. The heavy, painful feeling of loneliness suddenly falters, like the metal cuffs weighing from his wrists and ankles unlock.
✿ Even though he has the conversation skills of both a theater kid and a wet rag, he does his best to keep up.
✿ His long, dark locks covering his eyes don’t do much to shield the slight red glow of embarrassment from his cheeks
✿ When he gets nervous, he likes to glide his fingers loosely through Karl’s dense fur. He makes sure to give him a nice brushing when it gets too tangled so it’s usually in pretty good condition. The quiet action helps steady his nerves, and Karl’s almost too willing to get some extra attention.
✿ After meeting you, he begins to leave the house more often.
✿ He loves to rant to you about the next chapter of his novel and how the newest twist will finally prove itself too difficult for Ranpo to deduce. He’ll go into detail, explaining each and every complexity, red herring, and hidden meaning of his writing which will probably go straight over your head. Following everything up with a villainous cackle.
✿ After noticing your lost expression, he apologies enthusiastically and laughs it off.
✿ When Ranpo learns of the new friend Poe made, he will invite both of you out with him to a local arcade. Even though he acts all cheerful and aloof as he urges you to play games with him, he secretly hides the fact he’s just using this as an excuse to scope you out.
✿ He can’t have some unworthy person try to come along and steal his close friend away from him, no matter how childish that sounds. He also just wants the best for Poe.
✿ If you pass his vibe check, you’re now added to the list of people Ranpo actually enjoys spending time with (good for you)
✿ Now that you’re officially a certified friend of Poe, you’ll have to take on some of the responsibilities Karl once did when Poe gets stuck in a stupor of blank pages.
✿ Make sure to get him some groceries (using his card ofc with his consent) and kind words.
✿ Sometimes all it takes to displace the dark, thunderous worries in his mind is a pat on the shoulder and a few words along the lines of “I’m proud of you.”
✿ He’ll look back at you with such a sickeningly sweet smile as tears gush from his shining, dark eyes.
✿ Expect a neatly folded envelope with a ruby red seal and a few jet black raven feathers decorated under it on your doorstep. In it contains a handwritten thank you letter from Poe. (He’s so extra I love him)
✿ But can you blame him? He’s just so glad to have another friend he can count on! <3
° .; ʚ❤︎ɞ ‘｡˚ :Romantic
➷ Having Poe as a boyfriend has to be one of the most exquisitely beautiful yet taxing experiences in the world of dating
➷ He’s a major hopeless romantic and would always find him mind drifting off to thoughts of you while trying to work on his novel.
➷ When he eventually realizes he got off draft he’s already covered the whole page in praises, poems, and hearts. He grumbles to himself for making such an embarrassing mistake and tears out the page.
➷ Right when he was about to crumble it, he stops himself and instead tucks it neatly into his desk, never to see the light of day again.
➷ He turns to a new page and takes a deep breath to calm his mind. Yet, his pen remains stationary. His eyebrows knit together as he tries desperately to push away the surplus thoughts of you and his love for you out of his mind.
➷ “Why can’t I just focus on what’s in front of me…?” He groans in defeat as he flops against his desk. Karl brushes his fluffy tail over his back, nudging his ear with his nose.
➷ “I’m fine, Karl. Just a bit distracted, it seems,” he mumbles, covering his growing blush with his arms.
➷ Is he really reduced to a complete flustered mess, just by the mere thoughts of you? He whimpers at the idea.
➷ Just give him some time to wallow in self pity and he’ll finally pull himself together.
➷ He decides to vent out his feelings into stacks upon stacks of love letters, poems, and sketches, all embodying his undying love for the beauty known as you.
➷ Now that his mind is free of clutter, he can begin work on his novel once more. But, out of the corner of his eye, he doesn’t quite catch the faint blur of gray fur that swipes one of the poems and speeds off to an unknown location.
➷ After around two hours, Poe wipes his brow and stands up from his desk, finally ready to take a needed break for some food and rest. When he reaches to his shoulder to pet Karl, the spot he usually rests while cuddling around Poe’s neck, he finds it worryingly empty.
➷ The adrenaline spike of a mother’s primal instincts shoots directly into his veins like a drug as he jumps up from his chair and scrambles all over the house in search of his beloved friend.
➷ Sooner or later he finds Karl curled up by the fireplace with nearly folded piece of paper in his mouth. Poe gently takes it from him and gasps as he reads it. It… it was a poem… with your name on it? Did Karl steal one of his love poems?!
➷ Without fully reading over the poem, he hurries back to his study and shoves it into his desk, along with the rest of the incriminating material of his love.
➷ “Not a soul shall hear of this, especially not t-them…” He murmurs to himself before preparing a cup of tea to calm down his racing heart.
➷ After a large quantity of time goes by and he warms up to being more open with his love, he’ll make it his duty to write one poem for you each day and have Karl deliver it to you. He could be swamped in work, suffering from a fever, or caught up in a fiasco with the guild and he would still find the time to jot down a few words for your eyes and heart only.
➷ Plus, he makes sure to give each letter a stamp of approval from Karl by dipping his paw pad in some animal safe ink.
➷ No matter how much time he spends with you it’s just not enough for his poor enthralled heart.
➷ Often, he’d find himself lying awake a night, thoughts and dreams of you echoing and spinning through his mind like a carousel.
➷ Just a light touch on the hand can turn his poor cheeks bright red. The picture of his blushing, flustered face barely concealed by his unkempt dark hair is enough to make anyone want to tease the life out of this man
➷ On days he’s not as busy and a little more confident than usual, he’ll take you out somewhere nice. And when I say nice, I mean NICEEE.
➷ We all know this guy is loaded and he’s 100% willing to spend every dime of it on you.
➷ Thousands of servings of food, luxury clothing brands, sparkling jewelry, spa trips every day, fuck it, even a private jet if you really wanted. Just remember to not be too demanding because he can get pretty reckless with money.
➷ One time you told him how much you loved bunnies and the next time you went into your living room it was completely full of bunny merch of all kinds. Plushies, blankets, clothes, I could go on for days.
➷ All and all, his love language is most definitely giving gifts or words of affirmations.
.༺ཐི♡ཋྀ༻. :Sexual
ღ This guy is such a bottom in the kindest way I can put it. Everything about you sends currents of love streaming through his body, setting it ablaze. He’s completely at the mercy of this feeling, at the mercy of you.
ღ The only time he won’t be a bottom is when he’s going through a spout of confidence from either one upping Ranpo somehow or syncing himself up. But even then you won’t get anything more than a service dom.
ღ Let’s start of with his bottom side.
ღ He’s always pining for you, daydreaming about how lovely you are to him and how angelic you look. But his thoughts don’t always stay pure and fluffy.
ღ On days he’s especially pent up from working long days and nights on his writing, he can often find himself sucked into the honey trap of more… explicit fantasies of you.
ღ Sometimes it’s him tied up with you looming over him, sometimes you’re stroking him under the table during a guild meeting, sometimes you’re giving him head under his desk when he’s supposed to be finishing his novel, and sometimes you’re littering his pink tilted skin in hickies and lipstick stains.
ღ He whines in annoyance at the prominent bulge in his pants he now has to take care of.
ღ But maybe, if you’d be fine with it, you could make some of his fantasies come true…?
ღ He let’s put a yelp as he feels your hands slide up his thighs and your smirking face appear between them.
ღ his workaholic brain tries to resist the temptation in front of him in favor of working just a little bit more but… as soon as his fly is down and your intoxicatingly warm tongue laps against his head, he’s once again completely at your mercy.
ღ Even though he may have needy fantasies about you, I don’t see him having a very high libedo. You can expect to have sex maybe every week or so, adjusting around your needs instead of his.
ღ This brings me to discuss his service Dom side.
ღ When he’s in his confident mindset, you can find your back pressed against his mattress and his hands interlocked with his own as his lips trace against your jaw.
ღ You didn’t hear it from me, but his dirty talk is leagues ahead of most people in BSD.
ღ “What an alluring temptress I have below me, if I wasn’t the gentleman I am I would have taken you against every surface of my mansion until we’re both breathless and shaking~”
ღ “I can’t wait to bathe every inch and curve of your body in so much love and pleasure to the point your crying my name so loud even the angels in heaven will get jealous~”
ღ “Just like that, my beautiful goddess, I- Hahh I’m devoted to you and you only. I’ll pray and worship you every… se-second, hour, day of my life, I promise- Promise promise promise I’ll serve you! I’ll please you, I’ll make you feel an unending amount of ecstasy I swear to you!”
ღ “My angel, my love, my life, my everything, let your burning love out!! Nghhh~ Let it burst from your cunt, drip onto the mattress. I’ll clean it up later, I swear! J-just relax and cum for me, I-I Aghh!!! I just can’t hold on much longer! Please cum please cum please- Aghh!!~ I-I gonna cummmmm!!~”
ღ I totally see him as a virgin until he meets you. Either you’ll have to teach him or you’ll try to educate himself.
ღ How will he do that? Well, let’s just say there’s a certain shelf of his room no one, not even Karl, is allowed near. After exploring the world of more… erotic writing, that’s when he started to have fantasies about you.
ღ If you have a corruption kink, you better get to him before his private writing collection does~
ღ It’s pretty easy to make him lose his mind if I’m being honest.
ღ it can be done by giving him a sudden, deep kiss on the lips, a hug from behind where your hands wander further than his stomach, maybe even having him catch you in nothing but a bra and panties.
ღ Now that’s a great way to stay in his mind for hours~
ღ One of his guilty pleasures is marks. Hickies are his favorite because the pain that comes with scratches and bruises takes him out of his romantic mood. On days where he’s out and about with his dearest friend Ranpo and he catches the faint glimpse of a reddish bruise under the pearly white collar of his button up. Dread seeps into every corner of his body like a rock sinking to the bottom of a pond as a sinister smirk stretches across Ranpo’s face.
ღ “My my my, did someone have some fun last night?~ I never took you for the-“ Ranpo’s smirk widens as a hand quickly covers his mouth.
ღ “D-Don’t… allow me to keep at least some of my dignity…” Poe stammers out, using his other hand to cover his incriminating blush.
ღ But he could be caught in the act a million times before he ever even for a second regretted the nights of sinful passion you two spend together. Reaching a new level of nirvana with you proudly riding the life out of him makes him the happiest, most lucky man in all of the world. Even if you tease him, deny him, even degrade him, he’ll still love you more than anything.
ღ “Look at how desperate you are, cumming back to back like this is the best pussy you’ve ever gotten. Is it good? Do I make you feel good, my love?~” You coo to him, stroking his heated cheek.
ღ The lovesick expression on his face, drool dripping down his chin, a cherry red blush, his clumped locks sticking to the sweat of his forehead, it all says more than even a million, trillion love poems could ever hope of communicating.
ʕ(◕ᴥ◕)ʔ Karl
꩜ He absolutely ADORES both you and Poe
꩜ I'd like to think the story of how Poe met Karl is a long and detailed one, but I’ll try to keep it short
꩜ One day after being rejected by the 27th publisher, Poe began his sad walk home.
꩜ He knows he shouldn’t give up home and that soon enough someone would be interested in his stories, but the crushing despair of not being good enough ate away at him.
꩜ he keeps his head low and to the ground, to ashamed of himself to meet anyone’s eye. That was until he noticed the hard concrete sidewalk had now turned into a loamy, grassy mix.
꩜ When he looked back up, he found himself lost in a dark forest of looming trees, pointed thickets, and changing owls.
꩜ All around him was a never ending void, disturbed by only the chirping of small animals and the rustling of bushes.
꩜ He was completely lost.
꩜ After checking his phone to of course find it has no signal and the path he had just taken was now covered in thick bushes his blood went cold.
꩜ Was this his destiny? To get rejected from every publisher in his city and die alone and hungry in the forest at night?
꩜ He sank to the ground and hugged his knees to his chest.
꩜ Tears he has been fighting back for hours finally spilled down his cheeks, swamping the first floor in dirty, murky mud.
꩜ That was until he felt a strange tickling sensation against his back. His head whipped around to find an unexpected acquaintance.
꩜ It was a small, furry raccoon with large, black eyes. It cocked its head like Poe was a weirdly rock and chittered softly.
꩜ Poe backed away slightly. He knows the animals of the forest were never ones to be messed with, including a baby raccoon. Whenever there’s a baby, an angry mom is always nearby and ready to pounce.
꩜ But instead, the raccoon squeaked again and turned his back to him, shaking his tail side to side. Was it… trying to tell him something?
꩜ Suddenly, it began to march away, it’s tail swinging behind him. Did it want Poe to follow it?
꩜ Without any over ideas, the two began to make their way through the forest, weaving between thorny brambles and suspicious ivy. After only a few minutes the glowing lights of the city finally illuminated from the clearing of the forest.
꩜ “Little raccoon, you saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” Poe knealt down on the ground and gave the kind creature a sincere bow.
꩜ The raccoon chittered back at him and stood on its hind legs, reaching up to Poe. The writer’s poor heart is pierced with an arrow of affection for his new furry friend, scooping him up into his arms and carrying him back to civilization.
꩜ Karl was born into a little of cute, healthy raccoons, owned by an unknown russian author.
꩜ But one day after playing with his siblings, he suddenly found himself picked up by the author and sold off to a family looking for an unusual house pet.
꩜ After a series of events, Karl escaped and scurried off into the forest.
꩜ He may finally have freedom, but since he’s still so young, he doesn’t know how to find food or protect himself.
꩜ Just as he was about to curl up in a pile of leaves and sleep, he heard unusual sounds coming from deep in the forest.
꩜ That’s when he found Poe.
꩜ Back in present time, he spends all his time either resting on Poe’s shoulders, curled up by the fireplace, or nestled on your lap.
꩜ His favorite treats are nuts like cashews, acorns, and peanuts. He also likes blueberries, sunflower seeds, and grapes.
꩜ (don’t give him cotton candy he will cry and Poe will scold you)
꩜ Poe won’t let you feed Karl too many snacks in fear he might get even more chunky, but if Karl gives him some big, sad eyes and whimpers, Poe will eventually cave.
꩜ He loves to chase laser pointers and you may or may not have used that to lead him on a wild chase all over Poe’s study. (It was of course Ranpo’s idea)
꩜ You too giggle to yourself like little gremlins as Poe races around the room chasing Karl like a madman.
꩜ Poe makes him wear little boots when it rains and he hates them so much, always tries to pull em off so he can splash around in the mud.
꩜ Surprisingly love baths and will purr the entire time like the attention loving stinker he is.
꩜ Has been caught digging in Poe’s and your trash on occasion. When caught he stands on his hind legs and freezes, slowly backing away with an apple core in his mouth.
꩜ Cuz Poe’s so wealthy he often buys him tons of dog and cat toys, testing each out to find what he likes most.
꩜ Karl loves feathery cat toys to swat at, squeaker dog toys to chew on, and remote control mouses to chase. But his favorite toy has to be Poe’s long jacket and anything shiny or jingling on your outfit.
꩜ Always vies for pets and cuddles, hence why he’s always snoozing away on Poe’s shoulders or lap. He’s like a little baby you both raise together and he couldn’t have better parents <3
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(After taking a few days to recover from writers block I’ve FINALLY been able to finish this. Phewww!~ The schedule I’ve been experimenting with is still being worked on but I might be able to post it soon along with another question. Cya all then!~ <3)
Hi, I saw your new event, can I ask for something with Poe and 🌶1 and Fem/afab reader, with a fluffy ending?
I'm fine with anything, just please no degradation.
If you don't feel like writing this one, that's okay too
Have a nice day!
Prompt+K!nk; 10: “Quit teasing me, darling..” / 12: “You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..” [+] 1: Praising k!nk. *
Summary; You put on the most beautiful dress imaginable, and it’s not even for Poe? In that case, he can’t let you leave now, can he? <3
Warnings; switch!Poe, switch!fem!Reader, praising k!nk, Poe is on top but Reader is in charge, body worship kink? (Reader recieving), soft/passionate love making, dirty talk (maybe), typos, rushed, slight grinding, teasing (Poe recieving), Reader calls Poe ‘Edgar’, petnames, etc.
Format; Fic! (It’s either long or short)
Notes (from me); FIRST TIME WRITING FOR POE AHH!!! Honestly, i don’t think I’ll catch his character well, but i have enough motivation to try!! ENJOY POOKIE <33
“I’m leaving, Edgar, see you later!”, you shouted, thinking he’ll respond.
As Poe came to say goodbye, he saw the magnificent dress you put on. He just stood there speechless.
“Earth to Poe? I have to leave soon.”, you said, snapping Edgar out of his thoughts.
“Oh, sorry. But, my love, where are you going again?”, Poe asked, you looked at the time before answering.
“Out, and I’m gonna be late too.”, you answered sarcastically.
“Why not spend time with me? I’m free to do anything, dear.”, “You have Karl as company, go eat with him or something.”
“What if..i really desire you, darling?”, Poe shyly asked, leaving you in kinda surprise.
You smirked, seeing this as a great opportunity to tease him a little.
“Oh? Tell me, Edgar, how much do you desire me?”, Poe’s cheeks turned into a light tainted pink, as he’s placing his hands around your waist.
“I-i need you, dear, we haven’t done anything for so long..i just wanna feel your warmth again.”, now, he convinced you to stay.
“You look so pretty in this dress..please, let me rip it off of you, angel..i’m begging you.”, he was so cute when he was needy, right? So why not help him get rid of it..
You kissed him, starting from the front doorstep to the bedroom, now the both of you were desperate for eachother. Gasping for air as you parted from the kiss.
Poe was already panting and hard, you sat him down onto the bed, looking at him seductively.
“You wanna see me undress, darling? Come on, tell me.”, Edgar looked at you desperately, nodding a ‘yes’ at you.
You unzip your dress, as it opened, cool air hit your skin. You continue to take it of slowly, to tease him again. Now your dress was sliding down your knees, landing on the floor, it was revealed, his favorite black laced lingerie.
“I wanted to surprise you after i came back, but you got impatient..so i might aswell give you your surprise now, hm?”, your voice was so sly and smooth, making him even needier.
Taking a seat at Poe’s lap, you kissed him on the collarbone, making him whimper quietly.
“P-please, quit teasing me, darling..”, he whispered.
“Awe, do you need me that much, baby? If you do, then tell me. I wanna hear you, Edgar.”
“I need you s’much, angel, please..ah..”, you started grinding on him slowly, your hips moving ever so smoothly, making him loose his mind already.
Poe kept on whimpering, it was truly a heavenly melody. (honestly same)
He was so hard already, he started leaking precum, while still being in clothes. As for you, you started getting wetter by each grind.
You stopped, Edgar whined at the loss of contact.
You got off him and removed your panties, Poe just stared at you, like he was hypnotized by your beautiful scent. Which one though?
“Why just stare? C’mon, take off your clothes, darling. Don’t you want my warmth?”, you didn’t need to tell him twice!
Finally, all the clothes were on the floor, Poe was on top of you.
He was thrusting into you in a soft pace, breathy moans left his mouth, your arms hung around his neck again.
You let some moans leave too, but not to forget, the praise Edgar loves.
“Yes, k-keep thrusting, such a good boy..oh god..!”
“F-fuck, i love you so much, you’re doing so g-good, darling..”
“Ah! T-that’s the spot, Edgar, don’t stop..”
Not to mention, Poe also rewarded those praises with his (body) worship.
“You look s-so pretty like t-this, angel..”
“ngh!..you’re so p-perfect, can’t stop now..”
“Your body..it’s t-truly beautiful l-like this..”
All of this, made the both of you reach your orgasms faster.
With all the loving sentences, the soft but passionate thrusts, you both eventually got to your high.
Poe collapsed beside you, panting heavily. You smiled at him, getting up after to get some things to clean you both up.
After all of this, it was already 9pm, almost too late. Finally you hugged your boyfriend to sleep.
The next day, you woke up to the bed empty, you asked yourself where he went.
Walking to the kitchen, hungry for some breakfast, you saw Edgar with Karl trying to feed him.
“Come on, Karl, you need to eat..”, he tried to get Karl to eat.
“Morning, Poe, doesn’t Karl want to eat anything?”, you questioned, Poe looked at you with a troubled face, which made you giggle at his pout.
“He doesn’t! I tried but he doesn’t want to..can you maybe try?”, giving himself tired nod, you sat down to give it a shot.
“Karl, you have to eat, small one. Come on, please, for me-”, Karl started to eat before you even ended your sentence, meanwhile Edgar was taken aback.
“I was trying for more than ten minutes and you just ask him nicely for him just to start eating?! That’s no fair, Karl!”, this just made your morning way better than it already was.
I TRIED IN THE END, I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT, POOKIE‼️🥳
BSD Edgar allan Poe and to many novels prompt plz?
prompt: bsd! Edgar Allan Poe + too many novels (x fem!reader)
sans’ corner: self indulgent? just over the top? I don’t know. I really don’t. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy!
“Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Utterly wrong!” you hear the man sitting at the desk muttering to himself.
Poe just can’t get it right, and you see him tossing away sheet after sheet, paper piling up around the trash basket, that stays empty because Poe’s spacial awareness is terrible, and his aim is even worse. A little laugh escapes your lips, and Poe lifts him head like a hawk, all too distracted to continue doing what he has been attempting to for the past hours: writing. There are dozens of ideas scattered around him, millions of ideas still swarming in his head and yet, the man fidgets with his long fingers because he just cannot concentrate on writing anything specific, anything good or anything that satisfies him. And isn’t that the curse of writers? Wanting all too much, their hands not keeping up with their minds, wasting paper which will be ultimately thrown in the bin, feeling euphoric after the novel of their life takes shape in their mind and the paper sheet in front of their hands and eyes stays empty.
“I just..can’t get it right. No matter how I start, it just does not fit!” Poe throws a fit, and scatters the papers on his desk just a little bit more, as if the disorder outside might somehow compare to the one reigning in his mind.
“Nothing works and I..” Poe continues. But his venting is not going to cure the writer symptoms, not even a little bit, so you decide to take things into your hands and finally step towards him, at which Poe’s visible eye goes wide and his cheeks redden involuntarily. You find his shyness very cute, and you stumble across the room until you are right in front of him, and then sit boldly right in between the chaos of his desk, spreading your legs so that if he wants he could fit right in between them. But Poe just stops and stares at you with his wide expressive eyes.
You find astounding the amount of concentration he puts in anything he does, and this is nothing: you know Poe is capable of losing himself in his novels, his words, his own head if he was given the opportunity. But when he becomes so unsettled, what he needs is someone to steady him and then to push him over the edge: of madness, of creativity, of life. So you do the only thing you know for sure will display everything going on through your mind right in this second, and which might be also the one to let Poe free of the nervousness and impatience: you take possession of his lips. His mouth feels fresh, like mint and a faint glint of strawberry, and his lips are plush, warm and ready to press on yours. You kiss him so he can forget whatever it is that is going on with the one hundred too many novels he is trying to get out of his head. You press harder and harder on his lips, and he retaliates the effort, tongues dancing and caressing each other. A hand ends up in his hair, fluffy and just so perfect for yanking a little bit. But slowly the position you are both in start to get uncomfortable and the air is starting to lack in both of your lungs. Separating your lips is a harder task that foresighted, but when fresh air hits your lungs again and Poe is dazed enough not to notice what you are doing, you let one of your hands travel down his white shirt, right above his crotch.
It takes only a whisper, “Then let me your nothing,” and then Poe throws his head back, and as anticipated, lets you handle the chaos into nothingness and transform his despair into pleasure.
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Okayyyy I saw your requests are open and I was wondering if you could write for Poe? Maybe reader has a dream about having a family and she looks up as sees Poe who is her husband in the dream. She wakes up happy (because duh it’s Poe) but also sad because she feels like it might not happen. The she goes out to work and notices Poe is a little more touchy than usually with her (idk I think poes love language is touch) and at the end of the day reader asks and he confesses to her? Thank you!
a dream is a wish your heart makes | poe dameron
pairing: poe x reader
word count: 1,8k
summary: where y/n dreams about poe, only to realize it will never come true
a/n: this is my first ever star wars request, thank you so much for sending it in!! ahh you can't imagine how excited i am, i really hope you like it <3
universe: star wars
“Mommy, Mommy! You need to wake up!”, you hear a small, tender voice screaming excitedly and shortly afterwards you feel how the mattress of your bed sinks down a little under the weight of your son. Drowsy and still incredibly tired, you open your eyes slightly, the bright sunlight that shines through the large windows dazzling you. The mattress sinks again when your son is accompanied by his little sister.
“Breakfast is ready!”, she giggles, and they both start jumping around on the bed while you still struggle to wake up. Stretching and yawning tiredly, you grab your two children all of a sudden and pull them into a loving and tight hug, which makes them laugh out loud. Only then do you notice how a pleasurable scent flows through the air, surrounding you.
“I will be right behind you”, you smile at your two darlings and attack them with a load of kisses before they can wriggle themselves out of your arms before disappearing through the bedroom door in the hallway. You listen and hear how they sprint down the stairs, which is followed by another fit of laughter.
Slowly, you sit up and look around, your gaze landing on the empty other half of the large bed. Still not fully awake, you frown in confusion before you lift up the warm duvet and sit on the edge of the bed. Another yawn escapes your mouth, much longer than the first, before you finally get up, throw on a dressing gown and follow your lovely children downstairs. With every step that you slide down the stairs, the delightful scent become more intense, and your mouth almost starts watering already.
However, as soon as you step over the doorstep into the light-flooded kitchen, your hold your breath. For a brief moment you feel like you are in an untruthful dream, because in front of you stands none other than Poe Dameron himself, leader of the Black Squadron, best pilot in the entire galaxy, with his – or rather your – children in his arms who cling to him lovingly. Shocked and stunned at the same time, you watch the scene in front of you and how tenderly he treats them, how he makes them giggle while he casually stands there at the stove, preparing breakfast.
Finally, your eyes meet, and you feel how your heart stops beating for a short moment before a big smile forms on his lips, reminding you to inhale deeply. Still unable to say a word, your children run up to you and hug your legs, just like they did with their father only seconds before. He comes up to you as well, very close, and gives you a gentle kiss as a greeting.
“Slept well?”, he asks with a mischievous grin and brushes one strand of your hair, which has come loose from your messy hairstyle due to your tossing and turning around while sleeping, behind your ear. Poe looks at you with so much love and affection in his eyes that you forget to breathe again before this peaceful moment is suddenly interrupted by multiple loud bangs.
“Y/N!”, you hear someone calling your name in the distance, probably at the front door, but you do not get to question it, because the unpleasant noise persists, getting louder from second to second. “Wake up!”
You need a moment to find your way back to reality. Outside you hear loud footsteps and many voices until the bang sounds again and you realize that it was Finn all along, pounding his fist against your door in order to wake you up.
Completely sleepy, you stumble out of bed and run over to the door, which opens with the push of a button, sliding to the side to reveal Finn. With half-open eyes and sleep dazed appearance, you must look anything but stunning right now, but you do not care since you would never forgive Finn for tearing you out of this wonderful dream.
A weird feeling suddenly strikes you as you realize, with huge disappointment, that in fact everything was just a dream and not reality at all. The leader of the Black Squadron and the best pilot in the galaxy, Poe Dameron, is by no means your husband. And those children, your children, do not exist either.
While you listen to Finn absently while being lost in your own thoughts, you do not understand one word of what he is saying and only find your way back to the present when he is suddenly no longer standing in front of you. Your heart beats faster in your chest, making you breathe in deeply. However, you do not know whether it is jumping like that because it is still stuck in your desired reality or because it actually hurts to know that it is not true and probably never will be.
If only one day this dream could become reality, you would give anything for it.
Your gaze switches to the time and you are quick to hurry back into your rom and get ready for the day. Even if you have been rudely torn away from your happy dreamworld, you still have a job to do. The Resistance needs you nonetheless and you cannot allow yourself to pay more attention to something as ridiculous as a dream than your work.
Quickly, you run through the corridors, slipping on your jacket while running until you finally reach the huge hangar, in which numerous members of the Resistance have already gathered, tinkering around with their spaceships. Here and there they talk to each other, tell each other about the latest news from the galaxy far far away, because after all there is a brutal war going on. A war that you try to forget about all too often in your dreams.
Your gaze wanders over the various ships and vehicles until it gets stuck on one specific black and orange X-Wing, not detaching itself from it after sighting it. Amazed you find that you neither see Poe nor his best friend BB-8 anywhere around. Usually at this time of the day he is always busy, lying under his beloved X-Wing and messing with it.
Just as you are about to turn around, you flinch when two strong arms wrap around your waist out of nowhere and you are tightly pressed to a warm body. You sigh in relief when you hear his voice very close to your ear, with incredible goose bumps spreading over your whole body.
“How often do I have to tell you not to sneak up on me from behind like that, Dameron!”, you rebuke him and cause him to chuckle before you feel how he relieves the pressure and gives you the opportunity to turn and face him. There he stands, just as handsome as in your dreams, the same mischievous grin playing around his lips, his dark locks tousled. Instead of your children, however, BB-8 is now rolling at his feet, making happy beeping sounds after seeing you.
“I assume you had a good night?”, Poe laughs and, just like in your dream, brushes a strand of hair off your face and behind your ear affectionately. Even this small gesture already turns you into a blushing mess and your heart beats a lot faster than before. To hide this, you playfully swat his hand away, his subsequent shocked expression satisfying you.
“Should you not be working on new tactics?”
“Should you not help me?”, he counters with raised eyebrows, his arms crossed over his chest. Again, he leaves you speechless, but this time in the real world, and before you even have the slightest chance to respond, he already put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you close to him, messing up your hair as you go, causing you to yell at him.
“Dameron!”
You spend the whole day together, whether you stand by when he actually repairs his X-Wing or when you come up with next tactics, you do not leave each other’s side all day. Not that it is any different on any other day; one can always find you two glued to each other.
But especially today you notice that Poe searches for your touch or gets closer to you at every opportunity he gets. A closeness that feels closer than it should be for a “mere friendship” – as you always like to call it. Maybe it is your dream and the incredibly strong desire to make it come true that makes your next words slip off your tongue so easily.
“Why are you always so touchy around me?”
Apparently, this sudden question caught Poe off guard because he abruptly pauses in his movement and slowly turns around to you, ignoring the data he should be entering into his holopad. You cannot identify the emotion decorating his face and you quickly avert your gaze when he stands there just staring at you, his mouth open.
“I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable, Y/N”, he finally breaks the silence, a kind of insecurity in his voice that you have never heard from him before. Startled by his statement, you look at him again.
“N-No! That is not it, that is not what I meant-“
“I should have asked you for your consent, I am such an idiot. No, listen to me”, he says after you were about to interrupt him again. “It is just like this.. Ikindalikeyoualot.”
“What?”, you ask, puzzled, He mumbles the last few words so quickly that you could barely make them out, but something about his tensed stature tells you that he is fighting against an inner conflict.
“I like you.. like a lot”, he suddenly confesses and now you are the one who stands there speechless, eyes wide open. In an instant it feels like you are in your dream again, but with the huge difference that this no longer is a dream, but actually reality. With quick steps Poe crosses the distance between you two after have managed to produce a quiet ‘me too’, takes your face in his big, somewhat rough hands and kisses you lovingly and longingly.
There are so many emotions in the kiss that you need a moment before you return it. However, as you do, all tension in both of you is released immediately and you fully enjoy the moment.
As soon as he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes and whispering a soft ‘I love you’.
You feel like you are lifted to cloud nine and suddenly the realization of your dream does not seem so far away anymore. After all, the Poe Dameron is kissing you right now, making all of your dreams finally come true.
A/N: Yayyy Writer Wednesday! As always, the picture prompt is by @autumnleaves1991-blog who is amazing and you should check out her blog! THIS IS AN 18+ POST, please procede with caution. Also, I'm not sure if the blue square in the middle of the picture is a pool but in this writing piece it is a pool.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Fem. Reader
Word count: 1.3K
Warnings: language, slight smut, fluffy smut.
My inbox is always open if you want to request a headcanon or blurb!
The moment the distress signal was received Poe was already running down the docking bay with you by his side. Leia’s dream team, as some may call you - including Leia -, was on the run again, hoping on X-Wings at light speed to get to whoever needs help as fast as possible.
Following the coordinates, you reach a planet surrounded by green. Plants clinged to the sides of the buildings and sprouted out of windows, and tall trees and branches covered most of the roofs of the houses you could see from your ship. “This place looks abandoned, Poe. Are you sure the coordinates are right?” You ask through the commlink.
“Positive.” He says back, but despite the answer you can picture him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion; there was not a single soul on the planet. “It came from the building we are circling over, let’s land and take a look.”
You land next to Poe, who quickly jumps out of the X-Wing so he can cover you as you do. He has walked into many traps in his lifetime, and the quiet atmosphere that surrounded him had the looks of one. He is walking a couple steps ahead of you as you enter the building, his hand resting on top of the blaster on his hip, ready to take it out at the first threat.
“Do you think we are too late?” Your voice rings through his ears again in a cautious whisper.
“Maybe,” He replies, his eyes roaming around the corridors, trying to get ahead of whatever might jump in your way. “It can’t be an abandoned place. Something had to send the signal, those things are not just sent by mistake.”
You part ways when the corridor you are walking through turns into two, each of you covering one side of the building to hurry your search. Mosaics forming patterns on the floors and walls make your sight go all over the place. There’s light coming through broken windows, reflecting rainbows on the walls as you walk by.
In another life, you think, you would have been able to enjoy the beauty of the place with your husband instead of having to hide in the shadows of it to not get caught.
“I’m starting to think you sent that message just to get alone time with me in this planet, Commander Dameron.” You joke, and the laugh that comes through your commlink makes you smile.
“That would be extremely unprofessional, Captain Dameron.” He replies. Your heart flutters at the sound of him calling you by your now shared last name.
“Well, I know you can be quite the romantic,” You start. “But I also know you are pretty bad at surprises.”
“If I wanted alone time with you, I would have just- Holy Sith! Y/N, come here!” The urgency in his voice makes you run back to the spot where you parted ways, going down the corridor he explored as fast as you could.
“Poe?” You call for him, your blaster in your hand as you turn a corner that leads you to a courtyard.
Large archways that once filled the place with light are now covered with climbing plants that reached to the balconies on the top floor, a pool in the center that reflects the few rays of sunlight that get to cross the trees that function as the roof of the place. You see Poe leaning against a window frame as you turn a corner, taking a moment to admire his features as you walk towards him.
Your arms wrap around him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder as he reaches around your shoulders with his arm. “I’m guessing there’s no danger?” You ask
“There was a broken branch that landed on a computer, it probably sent the signal.” His voice was oddly calm as he answered, and his eyes were focused on the water that sat before him.
“I was right then.” You say, holding him closer to you. “I knew this place was abandoned the second we entered the atmosphere.”
He turns to you with a smile plastered across his face. There are a few, rare moments of calm between the chaos, just like this one, and those are the ones that always make you remember the reason why you keep fighting.
“You know what I realized?” He asks, turning around to face you, his hands now hugging your waist and yours rest on his chest. The expectant look on your face makes him continue. “We never got a honeymoon.”
You smile fondly at him, and seeing his eyes scanning your face you already get an idea of what may be going through his mind. Your hands reach up to the zipper of his flight suit and start to pull it down. He wiggles his arms off it and connects his lips to yours as he starts un-zipping your orange suit. His hands are not anxious or in a hurry as he slides down the top of your suit, they just want to feel your skin.
You take your time removing each other’s clothes, feeling the goosebumps that you cause each other, until you are both in nothing but your underwear. “I remember you mentioned that you wanted the honeymoon to be in a calm and quiet place,” Poe’s hands grab yours as he leads you to the pool that sat in the middle of the courtyard, walking backwards as to not break eye contact. “Until we have time for an actual honeymoon, I think we got the calm and quiet covered.”
Cold water starts to cover your body, making you both shiver and laugh as you enter the pool. Poe’s body quickly engulfs you, wrapping his arms around your waist while yours hug him around the neck. His lips take yours in a deep kiss that makes you both moan and smile into it as he guides you towards a far corner of the pool. Your back hits a wall, and with the lightness that the water provides you, you wrap your legs around Poe’s waist.
As minutes go by kisses get deeper, hungrier, more anxious. The impending war that waits you back at base lingers at the back of your heads, when all you want is to forget it and let Poe invade every single one of your senses.
You feel him hard against your belly, his fingers toy with the hem of your underwear and after a few seconds he is right at your entrance, filling you inside as he moans against your lips. Soft whimpers echo through the courtyard as your hips rock against his, your arms clasped around his neck and your foreheads pressed against each other.
One of his hands is holding to the shore of the pool and the other one guides your waist. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you in a pool.” His voice is hoarse as he talks right to your ear.
The familiar, warm sensation starts to form at the pit of your stomach as his tongue grazes your lower lip, begging to taste your kiss as he feels you clenching around him. “Poe.” You whimper when his thrusts are suddenly deeper, making you lose control of your senses while his voice encourages you to come.
Poe’s release comes at the same times as yours, his hands holding your waist as you do, sending stars all the way up to your closed eyes as your head throws back to rest against the edge of the pool.
“What do you think would happen if we stay here?” You ask as you come down of your high, feeling his lips leaving soft kisses around your neck, “Just for a couple of days. Do you think the First Order could just… stop? For a while?”
“Leia would come herself to get us out of this pool.” Both of you laugh at the joke before forgetting the rest of the galaxy with another mind-numbing kiss.
Summary: Poe returns to base after a very risky and long battle against the First Order. In the time he’d been gone, and his life flashing before his eyes, he wants to show you how badly he missed you, and how much you mean to him.
Warnings: Filthy, descriptive, SMUT (fingering, m/f oral giving and receiving, daddy kink, choking, vaginal sex) starts with some adorable fluffiness from my fav little resistance pilot 🥺 mentions of death and blood...but yeah mostly smut.
A/n: I’m unapologetically horny for Poe. I’ve been dying to write content for this man, I love him so much. If anyone has any Poe/sequel specific blog recommendations, lmk!
Word count: 4k
Request from @princessxkenobi. You’re the best✨💕 hope you enjoy! Btw, I took your request and RAN with it lmao
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Your stomach tumbled aggressively in your abdomen. Every pilot that joined Poe on their dangerous mission, almost three weeks ago, was currently exiting their x-wings...except Poe. The Falcon lowered from the sky, landing roughly on the grass. Exiting the ship was Finn and Rey, but still no Poe. The love of your life, your soul mate, your other half...was he gone?
You swallowed hard, forcing back the sorrow lump in your throat that crept up with the realization of what could have happened. A sickness formed in your stomach when your eyes scan the field of landing ships, still not identifying his distinguishable transport.
“No..” you whispered your cry. A cold, stray tear fell over your cheek bone. Your vision went blurry and your mind became a looped, dizzy mess in the wake of your distress.-
Before you fell apart completely, something interrupted you.
“There’s my baby girl” A voice broke the empty air behind you. Your gasp was caught in your throat and you found it hard to breathe for the milliseconds between your pain and your relief. Your body swung around swiftly for your eyes to meet Poe’s loving gaze. His bag slid from his shoulder to meet the ground. He hustled toward you, arms spread open to welcome you into his embrace.
“Poe...” You mumbled softly. That was the only word that your trembling lips could develop in your moment of shock. You reminded yourself to breath. 30 seconds prior to this engagement, you assumed that you’d lost the love of your life to the relentless violence of the First Order. But he was here, he was holding you, he was alive.
“God, I'm so happy to see you, y/n” His head rested atop yours and his arms provided shelter around your body.
“I thought you were gone, Poe” you looked up at him, tears still pooled in your eyelids. Your voice broke as his name rolled off your tongue. That same lump in your throat returned, or maybe it never left.
“Shhh” He calmed you, his hand caressed your head to comfort your distress. “It’s okay”.
The active twinkling stars in the night sky illuminated his features for you to admire. You scan every inch of his face, taking it in as if you’d never see him again. As you scanned upward, you suddenly noticed the dark red liquid dried to his forehead. Your stomach sank.
“What happened?” You direct your attention to his injury. “Are you okay?”. You pulled a rag from his abandoned bag, and quickly tried to clean it from his skin.
“Oh...yeah, I’m okay, y/n. It doesn’t hurt. Just got blasted and hit my head on the side metal of my x-wing. It was a...a close call...but I got out of there in time.” His voice was like honey to your ears in the midst of your worries. Poe picked up your hands that had fallen from gripping his body. Gentle kisses graced your knuckles. “To come back to you, baby”
“I missed you so much, Poe. I didn’t see you land and immediately assumed the worst” you admitted to him, still holding back your tears that were slowly subsiding.
“I didn’t mean to worry you, I’m sorry” he assured.
“I’d be a mess if you hadn’t come back” You admitted.
“That’ll never happen, y/n” He assured you, with no real ability to promise this, but it was comforting to you in the moment.
He kissed your forehead and offered a warm smile, resulting in a grin forming at your lips as well. It quickly turned upside down at the sight of a tear trailing down Poe’s face came into view.
“Poe what’s wrong?” You asked so worrisome.
He instantly looked distressed from your inquiry like he was barely holding it together prior to your concern.
“It was really hard out there. Seeing you just-” his broken voice interrupted his thoughts “it made me remember how lucky I am to have you in my life. It could be over in an instant. But I have you” he pushed through his shakiness. Your thumb meets his cheek to wipe away his sorrow.
You pushed your body up against him, and planted a kiss onto his unexpecting lips. It was deep and passionate and definitely what he needed to feel. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down into your face.
There were others wandering around you, unloading gear, welcoming the pilots back home, rejoicing in the success, but you knew that the intimacy of your kiss would go unnoticed by anyone else. You felt alone with Poe, like no one else existed in the whole galaxy.
He encouraged the kiss further, rotating his lips around yours slowly. The moan that crept from his mouth indicated a desire for more. The relief of being reunited sparked a hunger in you as well. You wanted him.
You both gathered your composure after a few minutes of consoling each other, just thankful to be safe, and together.
“I need to be alone with you” he said, sounding as if he would go insane if he wasn’t able to have you soon.
“Let me show you how much I really missed you” he whispered into your ear. You shoot him an are you sure? look considering the abundance of company around you. Surely there’d be no privacy for a while, and you’d have to be very quiet in his small quarters. “I need you” he practically begged. You happily nodded in agreement.
“C’mon” he smirked and took your hand, leading you away from the commotion of the base and to the partial privacy of his room. There were people that he stopped and spoke with on the way there. You were so eager for alone time, it was torture every time your journey was interrupted.
You both finally arrived. He closed the door behind you. The familiarity of the harsh fluorescent lighting and the tight enclosure of the room was oddly comforting, but surely not romantic.
“Well that won’t set the mood, will it?” He chuckled, referring to the uneasy lighting above. He pulled a lighter from his pocket, and lit a small candle on the table next to the cot. The lights shut off, revealing a sudden romantic environment, softly lit by a single flame.
A small, black curl laid lonely on his forehead, which you slowly moved away from his face. You stood there together, in the middle of the room, absorbing each other’s presence. Your anticipation rose for what was about to happen. You missed his bare body against yours. You needed him now.
He subtly licked his lips while studying the curve of your bottom lip. Once you both understood that you were alone, he practically pounced onto you with a burning hunger in his gaze. Poe’s kisses were heavy and intimate. Every movement of his mouth was rhythmic. His hands gripped your face, as if to pull you even closer to him, which was completely impossible.
“Fuck I missed you baby” he breathed in between the bursts of fusion of your mouths.
“Me too” you managed to say before his lips were on yours again.
He walked backwards slowly and pulled you with him. He sat down onto the cot and guided your legs to straddle him at his waist. Poe maneuvered the cloth of your coat down your shoulders and slid it down to the floor, leaving you in a thin cropped tank top and your shorts. His calloused hands drew goosebumps where they touched when they travelled over your arms. His kisses transported to the skin on your neck, cascading down to the collarbone. You leaned into him, absorbing the delicacy of his admiration.
You moaned quietly which grabbed his attention almost immediately. He looked up at you, the same starving look of desire in his eyes with a cocky smirk plastered onto his face.
“What was that about you showing me how much you missed me?” you purred into his ear, teasing him, and placing your lips at his neck now. Your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt. The motions you made at his skin earned a small groan from his lips. This subtle sound alone formed a heat between your legs.
His grip, already around your waist, tightened as your question rang his ears. Poe knew that sex with you was always paradise, but taking it slow always resulted in a level of intimacy he’s only ever felt with you. He needed to take his time with you, but at this moment it was so hard for him to do so with how badly he missed you.
You removed his shirt, revealing the broadness of his chest, presented to you so closely. You cannot help but stare intently at his features. Your fingertips traced the outline of his chiseled abdomen. The necklace he always wore, that you’d never seen him without, remained around his neck. You loved the way it looked on him, and wouldn’t dare take it off.
Poe swiftly removed your top that clung so tightly to your body. He is met with the sight of your breasts that were unrestrained under your clothes.
“Oh baby girl I missed these” he cooed and cupped your exposed tits in his hands. His brows furrowed in a look is desperation before his lips wrapped around your stiffened nipples. You moan at the contact, you can feel yourself become even wetter by the second.
You rolled your hips forward, and when you did, you felt the bulge that was begging to be let free from his pants. He moaned instantly when you brushed your core against him.
Poe made a quick decision to stand up, lifting you by your ass, and turned to place you firmly on the cot. Your head was rested on his pillow while he positioned his body above yours. The curl that previously sat on his forehead now dangled above your face, which made you chuckle, but also, he looked so hot like that. The chain of his necklace hung down from his skin, too, something he knew was a huge turn on for you. You liked for him to fuck you while it swung in your face. When he noticed you stare at it, he giggled.
“I know you like that, don’t you?” He smirked. You nodded your head, offering no words, eager for him to proceed.
“Poe” you breath, simultaneously grasping at his belt.
“Be patient, baby” he commanded before attacking your lips again. His tongue forced its way between your lips and explored your mouth freely. Moaning into his mouth only made him kiss you harder. The feeling of his hips rested between your thighs through the layers of both your pants was agonizing. Your knees and thighs tried to push themselves together. He felt this around his hips and pulled his lips from you instantly.
Leaning back onto his knees, he unbuttoned your shorts and slowly slid them and your panties down your thighs. After throwing them onto the floor, he sat there and took a long, sensual look at your naked body, licking his lips at what he saw. At this angle you could clearly see how restricted his cock was for you to observe the long outline.
“Fuck. I missed this view so much princess” he groaned while lowering his body back onto the cot, his face moving in between your thighs. His face was inches from where you were aching for him. “Do your best to be quiet, baby” he lightly laughed through his nose and smiled at you sweetly.
“I don't know if I can but I’ll try” you joked.
And with that, his tongue curled onto your clit, taking you into his mouth. Your body twitched at the sudden sensation you’d been robbed of for weeks. The second he tasted you, a low, gruff moan leapt from his throat. His tongue swirled over your sensitive clit, rhythmically and consistently drawing figures with the tip.
“Fuck, you are so wet already” he took a break to look up at you. Not breaking eye contact, he leaned up to push two fingers into your mouth.
“Suck on them” he demanded. You obeyed and sucked on his coarse fingers. He watched with pleasure as you moistened them in your mouth. He then removed them and replaced his glistened fingers at your entrance. Without hesitation, he pushed them inside of your wet warmth.
“Oh fuck” you sharply moaned. His tongue returned to your clit while he pumped his fingers inside of you. He moaned too, turned on by your pleasurable sounds, sending vibrations across your sensitivity.
Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers locked in his waves of black strands. He curled his two fingers, adding to your pleasure. Already, you feel your climax approaching.
“Poe, I’m close” you announced. He instantly pulled his mouth and fingers from your pussy, causing agony for you. He suddenly crawled up to you, hovering over you. His fingers replaced themselves at your core, but it was his flattened fingers pressed against your clit this time. He began to rub firmly back and forth, responding to how you bucked your hips at his touch, picking back up where you left off.
“I want you to look at me when you cum, baby girl” he growled, face so close to yours, intently staring at your expression while you displayed how good he made you feel.
You felt the tightness bundle between your thighs while his hand set a constant pace that perfectly stimulated your clit. You could feel how intense it was going to be before you even reached your orgasm.
“S-shit” you stuttered, focused on your climax.
“That’s it, yeah” he encouraged you.
It washed over you like an ocean wave. Radiating from the center of your euphoria and spreading across your body. Your attempt to be quiet was weak, your moans and whimpering filled the air of his small room. Neither of you cared anymore who was on the other side. Poe’s eyes never left you while you threw your head back in pleasure. Your legs quivered in his touch as he did not let up once during your orgasm. You think he may have rubbed you faster once you hit your peak, causing a more intense high for you.
A very long ride came down slowly. You tried to catch your breath during the time that Poe slowed his motions and removed it from you.
“God, you look so fucking hot cumming for me, y/n” he cooed in your ear, still hovering above you. His tone grew kinkier by the second.
You giggled, unable to form coherent thoughts, let alone any words. Poe pushed himself back into his knees.
While staring deep into your eyes, looking at you with an primal expression that indicated how badly he was about to destroy you, he slowly unbuckled his belt, never breaking eye contact with you. You melted at how fucking hot he looks before his clothes are even completely removed.
His pants meet the ground, his underwear going with it. Seeing his fully erect cock pulled a whimper from your throat. He blushed and pushed a smile from his face.
“On your knees” he commanded, standing next to his cot. He usually wasn’t this demanding during sex, but something seemed a lot more dominant in him tonight. You loved it, so of course you obeyed.
“Yes, sir” you purred at him and got on your knees in front of him.
“Listen to me, baby girl” he started, grabbing the back of your head and tilting it up at him. “Suck daddy’s cock like a good little girl”.
The words leaving his mouth caught you off guard, sent shivers down your spine, and made your clit throb more than it was following your orgasm all at the same time. You’d never heard him talk like that before, nor had he ever mentioned a kink for this. You surely had no objection to going along with it.
You smirked at him, wrapping your fist around his shaft and placing the tip at your extended tongue. You teased him lightly.
“C’mon baby. No teasing” He smirked. You look up at him with baby doll eyes before proceeding.
Giving you no time to cease your teasing, he very suddenly forces his cock to the back of your throat. You gag initially, but adjust quickly to your mouth being completely filled by his length.
“Mmmm” He groaned as he held your mouth steady wrapped around him.
Deep, hungry moans crawled out of his mouth when you began to bob your head back and forth onto his dick. You used your technique that you know drove him crazy, and tried a new motion with your tongue.
“Oh, fuck. Yeah, good girl” He reacted instantly, meeting your innocent eyes again. You loved hearing him praise you and encourage you with his moaning.
You add your hands to the bottom section of his length while you continued to swirl your mouth around the top of him.
“So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby”
You move faster now, paying close attention to the tip, knowing that was his most sensitive spot. His breath hitched, and you could tell he was eager to have himself buried somewhere else inside you.
“But y’know...I think you’d look prettier with my cock in that tight little pussy...you think you can handle that?” He growled at a level of a whisper, his words made you melt. He abruptly removed himself from your mouth and lifted you from the ground and onto the cot.
“Yes, daddy” you purred back at him. Poe’s eyes subtly lit up, he was so glad you were into this, too. He returned you to your position from earlier, comfortably flat on your back, knees up. He loved to start in missionary because he wanted to gaze into your eyes when he first fills you.
He hovered back on top of you, positioning his his hips between thighs, one arm was placed firm in the mattress beside your head, the other trailed up your thigh, soaking in the feeling of your soft skin. Wasting no additional time, the tip of his cock parts your slit and he pushes himself into you.
A sharp, prolonged gasp escaped you as he buried himself completely inside of you, his hips as close to your body as possible.
“God damn, baby girl” his voice turned soft when he truly felt how wet you were for him. He brought motion to his hips and looked down into your eyes. His necklace hung directly above you, swinging with every thrust he took. You watched it, loving the way it looked around his skin. His expression held a look of lust and angst simultaneously, which made your heart beat faster. He dared not to break eye contact with you. Watching your eyes roll back from the pleasure of being fucked by him drove him crazy. And despite the roughness of the passion you were sharing as a result of your time apart, you were still his baby girl and wanted to be as intimate as possible.
“Yes, Poe” you whimpered. A scowl appeared on his face.
“Who? You know my name” he growled at you, pounding your pussy harder with aggression.
“Daddy” you moan, louder.
“Good girl” his voice was so gruff. Suddenly, his hand was wrapped around your throat, applying pressure. You struggle to breath in the most erotic way. Your gasping transformed to whines. Poe loved to watch you wear his fist as a necklace while he fucked you.
“How am I supposed to last, when you look so fucking gorgeous being filled with my cock?” He whispered, lips brushed against your ear, chills erupted down your body. His grip on your neck was released.
“I love you” you mumbled, allowing a grin to develop on your face. You said it out of no where, but you needed him to hear it. Poe’s seductive stare instantly transformed to a smile, as if he was breaking character from the rough exterior he presented.
“I love you, too, y/n” he breathed before kissing you so delicately and slowing his hips. “Now, turn around” he returned to commanding your actions. You get on your hands and knees, backing yourself up to him, craving to be fucked from behind.
No warning was given before he slammed his dick into you again. You cried out, not expecting how good it would feel. At this angle, he reached your sweetest spot with every thrust. You found it impossible to muffle your sounds. He watched as your ass jiggled against him every time your skin touched. His calloused hand motioned circles against your ass cheek, prepping it for what he would do next. He pulled back and brought the flattened palm to meet your skin, slapping it firmly. When you moaned out in response, he did it several more times, and enjoyed every strike against your ass.
“Forget being quiet, I want everyone to hear you getting fucked, got it?” Poe growled. You didn’t hesitate, and released all your expression of ecstasy into the small room, knowing your voice was escaping the walls. His voice joined yours as well, which was music your ears.
He curled his hips into you harder and faster now, his fingertips scratched down the length of your back. When you leaned your head back into it, Poe grabbed the bulk of your hair, using it as a handle while pulling your head back with it.
“Oh, god” you cried as the pleasure became unbearable.
“You like being daddy’s good little slut? Huh?” he grew louder. You melted yet again at him speaking to you like this.
“I do, I love it”
“You wanna cum again, baby girl?”
“p-please” you begged.
“Uh-uh, please, what?”
“Please, daddy, make me cum”
“Well, since you asked so politely” he cooed, bringing his hand around you to rub your clit while he continued to fuck you. Being filled and having your most sensitive area stimulated simultaneously was overwhelming. You could already feel your second orgasm forming in the pit of your belly.
“Fuck, Poe, I’m so close” you desperately whined.
“I’ll let that one slide for now” he scolded for addressing him incorrectly.
You felt your orgasm unravel, spilling over your body and spreading inside you. Your body trembled, unable to handle the overstimulation you experienced. It was longer than before, keeping you in a state of euphoria for what felt like hours.
“Yessss, princess, cum on my cock” he praised.
Riding out the end of your glorious high, you became suddenly aware of how loud you were, but you still didn’t care.
“I’m gonna cum too” his breath grew shaky. “When I pull out, I want you to turn around” Poe instructed. You turned to shake your head in agreement.
And with that, he removed himself, his moans growing choppy. You turned over onto your back as requested and positioned your mouth under his length and extended your tongue.
“Oh fuck” Poe stroked himself over you, crying out deeply in euphoria as he hit his climax. He released his hot cum all over your face, some making it onto your mouth. What was left on your cheeks, you gathered with your thumb, bringing it to your mouth and swallowing it while Poe watched.
He collapsed next to you on the small cot that was barely big enough to fit both of you.
“That was...” you began, struggling to properly describe your satisfaction.
“Incredible” he completed your sentence.
“Yeah” you agreed, a giggle trailing your words. “So that’s how much you missed me, huh?” you teased. Poe pulled you into his arms, your head rested on his chest as it rose and fall with his breathing.
As you tried to catch your breath, you were both jolted by an alarming banging at the door.
Shit.
“Can you guys, uh, maybe keep it down in there?” Finn’s voice travelled through the wall. You looked at Poe, absolutely mortified.
“Yeah, bud, we’ll do our best. Hope you enjoyed the show” Poe yelled, dying of laughter at the situation. But you? Not so much. You’d never look Finn in the eyes again.
