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+ All prompts should focus on TFA characters. You can't post OT or PT-only prompts.
+ One prompt per comment please.
+ You can request both kink and non-kink content
+ Crossovers, characters from the other media are allowed, but must relate to the 2015 movie in some way.
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Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-20 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
I'm seriously thirsty for some Poe Dameron x Female Reader fics! Especially if they have smut where they screw in his xwing's cockpit. Thanks!

Re: Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-20 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
the thirst is v real

[FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-23 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
my thirst was also real so I had to write it, hope you enjoy! :) x-posted to AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5506616

***

Victories had been hard to come by for the Resistance lately, so when word spread that the Starkiller base had been destroyed by Poe Dameron and the Black Squadron, the celebrations at the base began almost immediately. Secret stockpiles of booze and sweets and snacks were liberated from their hiding places, emotions brimmed to the top as clandestine crushes were confessed, and even the highest-ranking officers seemed content to put down their tools and maps for once. There was still much more work to be done, but it could wait until after tonight.

She couldn’t possibly miss Poe as he entered the hangar where the festivities had centered—Poe could scarcely be described as meek on a day when he hadn’t just destroyed the First Order’s most powerful weapon, but tonight he was positively (and deservedly) dynamic. Cheers erupted as he walked inside, perhaps the loudest of all coming from him. She lost sight of him amidst the sea of congratulatory high-fives, hugs, kisses, pinches, and squeezes, and instead turned her attention back to her fellow mechanics, sipping on something bubbly and sweet that warmed her insides.

What she didn’t notice, until her friends grew silent staring at what she thought was empty space beside her, was that several minutes later, Poe Dameron, the pilot, the war hero, had somehow snuck next to her, free of his posse.

“Hello,” he smiled, big brown eyes beaming and focused, alarmingly, directly on her.

He made quick work of the conversation, every accidental touch from his rough fingers igniting her skin with overwhelming sensation. When he leaned in and whispered, “Come watch the sunset with me”—she didn’t care that it was nearly midnight and already dark, or that he’d surely used that line on dozens (hundreds? thousands?) of other men and women. This was going to be a story she could tell her grandkids. She was going to fuck Poe Dameron.

He led her out of the hangar by the hand, an unexpectedly tender gesture she didn’t require but appreciated nonetheless. The air was cold, and she hoped he had something more elaborate planned, or at least warmer, than a quickie against the wall. She resigned herself to that less-than-romantic notion as he led her towards the open airfield, scattered with vehicles—but her heartbeat quickened as she realized he was making his way towards one particular starfighter.

It was, unmistakably, Poe’s X-Wing, as the words “The Best Pilot in the Resistance” were emblazoned on its side. She’d serviced his vehicles many times before—Poe may have been a great pilot, but he also had a habit of returning starfighters in barely functioning condition. He climbed the ladder towards the cockpit, his round ass providing ample motivation for her to follow him. He paused at the top and looked down to her, winking, before disappearing smoothly into the cockpit. She scurried up the rest of the ladder, and took one last gulp of cool night air before slipping inside.

She hadn’t really had any doubts about his intentions, but she had to confront them almost immediately now—X-wings boasted an innovative design for fighting ability, speed and agility, but they were not meant to hold two people in the cockpit in a non-sexual manner. With nowhere else to go (and really, nowhere else she’d rather be), she ended up straddled on his lap, facing him and those big brown eyes once again.

Poe pulled her close to him with one hand at the small of her back and she wrapped her arms around his neck, as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. He kissed her hungrily, passionately, desperately, and she could already feel his pressure growing as she ground her hips into his. Her heart was beating hard, and she felt like her entire being was vibrating. Wait, there was vibrating, but it wasn’t her—was Poe trembling? Surely, with his reputation, he couldn’t possibly be nervous…

She opened her eyes and realized Poe’s eyes were open too, looking just over her shoulder out the cockpit window. As she followed his gaze, she was startled to realize they were several thousand feet off the ground. Somehow, while making out with her, he’d taken off—one-handed—so smoothly that she hadn’t even noticed. To be fair, she was somewhat distracted, but… yeah. He was good.

“Sorry,” he said. “Thought we could use a little more privacy.” Poe punched a few buttons on the control panel and the X-wing seemed to hover, then he returned his full attention, and both his hands, to her. He ran his hands under her dress and up her thighs, grabbing her at the waist with his strong hands and pulling her back to him once again. He pulled the dress over her head, and she moaned softly as he nuzzled her breasts.

Suddenly very aware of her own nakedness and wanting to even the score, she sat back and yanked Poe’s jacket off over his shoulders and pulled off his shirt. She indulged a moment of fantasy as she ran her fingers over his tight stomach—Poe seemed to start to laugh at her awestruck face, but she quickly recovered, pushing him back into the chair as she kissed him again. Her hands went to work undoing his belt buckle, and she slipped a hand into his pants and wrapped it around his hard cock. She pulled his pants down a bit to free his erection, but as she met his gaze again she noticed he was staring down. She leaned back, worried she’d done something wrong.

“How much do you like these?” he asked instead, snapping the elastic of her regulation underwear against her thigh.

“I hate them,” she answered a bit too quickly, and Poe chuckled again.

“My kind of girl,” he said, and ripped them handily, flinging them aside.

She felt his hands cup her ass, lifting and guiding her onto his cock. She moaned again as he filled her—yet another piece of the Dameron legend that didn’t need exaggeration. He continued to skillfully guide her up and down, alternating angle and speed, until she took over, grabbing a handle for leverage and slamming into him hard. That seemed to work for Poe, as she saw his eyes close and mouth drop open. He moved one hand so his thumb could circle her clit with expert precision, and she began to feel the sensation of fireworks spreading throughout her body, down to her toes.

She came first, and as her inner muscles tightened against his cock, it pushed him over the edge as well. He came with a shudder, holding her tight against him until both their bodies relaxed. They sat there, panting, for a few moments, before Poe broke the silence.

“I think you should turn around,” he said.

She wasn’t quite sure she was ready for more so soon, but damned if she wasn’t going to try. She turned around as gracefully as possible in the conditions, again sitting on his lap, but now facing the cockpit window. She gasped when she saw it—a brilliant, beautiful, flaming orange sunset in the sky ahead of them. The X-wing hadn’t been hovering at all, but traveling smoothly towards the horizon to catch the setting sun. Poe wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her on the neck.

“Now,” he asked, “would you like to see the sunrise?”

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-24 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
OP here, holy shit thank you so much. This is perfect.

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-29 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
(slow clapping) That is pure shameless wish fulfillment executed perfectly.

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-30 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
(author) OMG BEST COMMENT EVER please put this on my tombstone

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
THIS IS WHAT FANTASIES ARE MADE OF!!!

[FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-25 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
(I hope you're ok with more than one fill for this, because the world needs more Poe / Reader fics I agree.)

Coming Home

Every time he flies, she feels it in her chest—a tightness, like a band around her lungs, until he’s back on the ground, back with her.

It’s ridiculous, and she knows it; it’s not as if he’s the only pilot in the Resistance, not the only one to fly daring missions, alone in hostile territory. There are numerous wives, husbands, partners who feel just as she does.

It doesn’t make it any easier.

When the news comes that Poe has been captured, she feels the tightness in her chest compress, squeezing in and in until she almost can’t breathe. All eyes are on her, she knows; if he can be strong, then she can be strong. She doesn’t wilt, doesn’t acknowledge the pain until she’s back in her quarters, behind closed doors.

Only then, does she allow the tears to fall.

It feels like an eternity goes by, no news, no report. She aches to know where he was sent, but of course that’s classified, and she has no right to ask it. If she were to know, that would make her a liability, compromise the entire mission. She can remember how much they had planned, the late hours Poe had spent in conference with the General, with the Admirals. Never in a thousand years would she want to undo that vital work. But…

Ah, there’s the truth of it, though. Given the chance—if the universe were anything but what it was—she would go to him, find him. Her Force ability is limited at best, but she knows she would be able to find him across any distance. She believes in him, and tells herself that if he had been killed, she would know. But the pain of his absence hollows her out, day by day, until she feels like she’s a walking shell.

He’s still alive. She knows it must be so. He told her he would return, and she trusts him.

Then one day, there he is. Standing in the doorway of their quarters, his dark eyes fixed on her. There’s a new scar on the side of his forehead, and his cheeks look faintly gaunt, but he’s alive, and he’s here, and there’s nothing more beautiful in the whole galaxy.

She runs to him, embraces him, faintly hysterical but no less fierce. Now that she has him she’s never letting go.

“It’s all right, it’s all right,” Poe murmurs into her hair, his arms wrapped around her. “Shh, it’s all right…”

But she can only sob into his shirt, clutching his clothing in her hands. He’s the one who’s been wounded, she knows. Why should he comfort her? Suddenly she feels selfish, and tries to pull back, looking up into his face, searching for—

She doesn’t know what. All around them, the Force pulses and swirls faintly, out of reach as it always is to her, but warm and soft and right.

Poe’s brow furrows as he looks down at her. “What is it?”

She shakes her head. Now’s not the time. He smiles, and draws her back in, threading his fingers up through her hair as she bends into him. He’s not a tall man, not striking or physically imposing, but next to her he’s always felt like solid oak, a shelter from the storm. She knows that Poe draws every eye in the room when he walks in, and knows that the respect he’s earned didn’t come easily. And she knows that for all his charisma, there’s no one else who ever sees this side of him.

It’s been too long. She pulls at his shirt, tugging up to expose his waistline, feeling her body come alive from the first touch of skin to skin. Her hands trail along his waist, over to the front of him, rolling muscle under warm skin. Alive, unharmed, and real. Suddenly all of the emotions she’s been suppressing, keeping under wraps, come to the surface. Poe bends down, capturing her mouth with his own, and it’s like a dam has broken.

Hands scramble, tugging at clothing, tossing it aside. She feels him cup her breasts with his hands, rubbing across her nipples with calloused thumbs, and she groans.

“I need you…” Her hands go to his waist, working desperately at the closure of his trousers. “I need you, Poe, please—“

“I’m here,” He answers, voice roughened with need. “I’ve got you.”

She needs this, needs him to feel alive once more. Like air or water, like sunlight, like rain. He moves over her, stepping out of his boots and trousers and leaving them on the floor as they fall to the bed.

His hair falls over his brow, curling, wild, as he laves his tongue over her breasts, nipping the tender skin, making her writhe. She can tell he wants to go lower, wants to pleasure her, but she pulls him up, desperately. Poe scrapes his teeth over her collarbone, biting, then soothing the juncture of her neck and shoulder with his tongue.

It’s too much, almost overwhelming, feeling him everywhere, skin on skin. He smells of dust and oil, leather and metal and musk. She spreads her legs wider for him, urging him up and in, urging him to move, already, her heel at the back of his thigh.

Poe laughs, husky and soft, against her ear. She can feel him, one hand between her legs, finding her slick and eager and desperate, one hand flat on the bed as he moves above her.

It feels like it’s been so long since they’ve been together. Ages, centuries—the waiting and worry makes it worse. When he spreads her slick around she has to bite her lip to keep from begging for him. He needs this, needs to make sure she’s ready.

Then he shifts, a flush high on his cheeks, mouth soft and open. She doesn’t close her eyes as he enters her, just breathes, body shaking. Wincing as he stretches her, she watches the worry and desire play across his face.

“Is… tell me, are you—?“ Poe’s voice is raw, wrecked; his arms shake as he holds himself above her. He’s patient, so patient.

She can only nod, grasping at his arms, needy and craving him, all of him. And so he moves. Slowly at first, and then with growing urgency. He fills her perfectly, giving and taking, grinding down against her with each deep stroke until she’s shaking and whimpering. It’s good, so good. Out of nowhere the climax hits her. Rolling across her like a wave, all-consuming.

And then, just as she feels the coil of pleasure start to tighten again, he shifts them both, turning, bringing her atop him.

Now he’s deep within her, so deep. Hands broad on her hips, working her on his cock. His eyes never leave her face; it’s like he’s waiting for something, waiting for her. As she rocks against him she cries out, fluttering deep, milking him with her body.

It’s only then that his eyes close, reverent, overwhelmed by sensation. She falls atop him, feeling the scrape of his chest hair against her breasts, and surrenders. Poe grips her hips, planting his feet on the bed for leverage, and gives in to instinct. He’s like some wild creature, fucking up into her, something primal and sacred and glorious. And she welcomes it, body holding steady at the peak of her climax as he stills and finds his release within her. Sweat-slicked and sated, he holds her close as the aftershocks ripple through his body.

“I love you…” He pants.

She smiles against his skin, feeling her pulse rush in her ears as she comes down. Sore and spent, but overwhelmed by emotion, there’s no sense of urgency, no reason to let him slip out of her body just yet. His hands move to her back, dancing over her skin. When she clenches around him, just experimentally, his body arcs up, and he makes a noise that she knows she’s going to remember the next time he has to go.

After some time, she rolls to the side. He gets up from the bed, pressing a kiss to her temple as he goes to find a wet rag to clean them with. She spreads her legs, watches as he swipes the damp cloth between them, runs her fingers through his hair as he does so. The curls of his hair are wild now, exactly the way she likes them to be.

“How soon do you have to go?” She asks, when he’s set the cloth in the bin for cleaning and come back to cradle her in his arms.

“Orders haven’t been issued yet.”

“But they will be.” It isn’t a question.

His only answer is a gentle kiss on her neck.

When his hands wrap around her, pulling her in against the warm line of his body, she feels his hands come to rest on her waist. Now’s not the time to tell him, she thinks. But soon. Soon, he’ll be able to feel and know for himself. As she hears his breathing deepen and slow, she closes her eyes, and dreams of a dark-haired son.

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2015-12-29 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
OP here, thank you for this! Both of these are amazing and hot damn i love them :D

Re: [FILL] Poe x Female Reader Smut

(Anonymous) 2016-03-04 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)
OH GODDESSES!!!

I AM SO HERE FOR THIS!!!