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the-witheredroses · 5 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Thanks for reading!

Lmk if you want me to add more of his characters or do a different set of characters (like Genshin men for ex.)

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odetodilfs · 9 months

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him.

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams.

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you.

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic.

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted.

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist.

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you.

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please.

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches.

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you.

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it.

Poe Dameron

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking.

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you.

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private.

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

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st4rymoon · 7 months

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☆𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶☆

🕸️ 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 🕸️

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏 | 18+ | 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 | 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Bestfriend Poe Dameron x Fem Reader

Warnings: smut, semi-angst, unprotected sex, p in v, teasing, pet names, mentions of injury (not detailed), soft dom poe, brat tamer poe, overstimulation

Poe was trying his best, he really was. But with you between his legs, bandaging his small cut on his lower abdomen he got on your recent mission was hard. You were cursing at him for being so reckless but it just went in one ear and out the other as you steadied yourself on his lap.

Both your hands on this thighs as you stood back up “Poe? Poe for fuck sake are you even listening?” You sighed. “Huh? U- uh yeah. Yeah I am”

“Repeat what I just said to you then.” Poe sighed in defeat “fine I wasn’t listening, I’m sorry what were you saying?” He huffed. “Don’t be so damn stupid next time, wait for backup” you pointed a finger at him as you threw him his shirt.

You were furious. He could’ve really hurt himself, he was lucky all he got was a scratch. The thought of loosing your best friend was something you tried to push back to the back of your mind but when his radio went silent, your stomach dropped.

Poe watched you walk off and rummage through your bag, his eyes scanning you up and down “as my best friend shouldn’t you be nice to me right now? I almost died right? Don’t ignore me” he pouted. Gosh Poe could be a pain in the ass.

“Drink” you rolled your eyes as you threw a water at him. Poe just sat on your bed, trying not to laugh as he chugged down the water. There was tension, neither you knew why but the thickness in the air couldn’t be ignored.

You sat besides Poe, letting out a loud sigh as you threw yourself onto the bed. “I’m so damn tired” you groaned. Poes eyes moved to your legs, a hum leaving him as his eyes moved up to yours. “You really scared me today Poe, I thought something horrible happened” you whispered.

Poe chuckled at your change in tone “I know I did” he hums as he crawls up next to you and laid between your thighs. Your head shoots up in surprise as he groans into your thigh, making himself comfortable as he hugs onto your waist.

“I’m tired too ya know?” Poe mumbles as your cheeks burn red. You can feel yourself get wetter as Poes lips brush your inner thigh “sleep then” you whisper in hopes to hide the shake in your voice.

“Why’re you all red? Look at your cheeks” Poe teases. He looks up from your thighs with a smile on his face “am I making you that nervous?”

You roll your eyes and push his head away “ruined a sweet moment” you scoff, now to your side and avoiding his face. “Aww don’t be like that love, I’m just teasing” he coos.

Poe was such a sweet talker at times. He knew how to rile you up and make you want to jump on him within seconds. He makes his way next to you, now on your bed completely and sitting to your right.

Your face is directly across from his lower stomach, deciding to tease him, you scoot over and lay your head on his thigh. Hugging his waist and rubbing your cheek onto his lap.

You could hear Poe's breath hitch and look up, his face was blushed red “Aww your all red, am I making you that nervous?” You mock. To your surprise, instead of saying no, he runs his hand up your lower neck.

His fingers Inter lock into your hair, massaging your head as he hummed “yeah you are, with you this close to my lap it’s hard not to” Poe cooed. He watched your eyes close in pleasure as he lightly yanked at your hair.

His hand trailed up your jaw and pulled you softly up to his lips “you look so damn pretty like this” he whispered. You closed your eyes as his warm breath hit your neck, your body seemed to know what it was doing as it instinctively sat itself up onto his lap.

Poe chuckled as you straddled him, his hands now moving down to your hips. “Poe…” you let you a soft whimper as you felt his cock bulging through his jeans.

“Yeah sweetheart? You want something, use your words” he coos. “We shouldn’t be doing this” you whisper, your body still moving on its own as you grind onto his lap “why not? Can’t best friends show each other how much they care for one another?” He mocked.

You let out an eye roll as you pushed him back slightly, now looking him in the eyes. “If you really wanna stop love, we can” Poe nodded as he started to pull you off his lap.

“No please” you pleaded, your hands clinging onto his shoulders “I just mean, what if things change between us? What if we aren’t best friends after this?”

“Trust me, only way you can get ride of me is if you tell me to leave. I’m not going anywhere” Poe smiles while he rubs soft circles onto your hips.

You crashed down onto his lips the second he finished his sentence, his hands were all over your body as your hands tangled into his hair. Both of you were moaning into each others mouths, the need for each other showing loud and clear as your bodies were burning hot.

Your hands slid under his shirt, being careful to skim past his bandage as you yanked his shirt off. Yours followed soon after as Poes patience began to slip.

His fingers worked at your jeans, his finger tips curling onto the waistband of your pants and yanking them down your legs. Poe flipped you onto your back so you could be out on full display for him.

His eyes moved down your body and between your legs. You could hear a moan come from him as he noticed the wet spot on your panties, he loved knowing you got this wet for him, this worked up all for him.

You yanked him onto you as you worked at his jeans, your eagerness showing as you looked up at him “take them off” you whined. Poe chuckles, his lips latching onto your neck as he kicked off his worn out jeans.

You could hear Poe groan, the mood shifting as he sat back onto his heels “I have had news…” your eyes widened at his tone “I don’t have a condom doll, I’m so-“

“I don’t care I don’t need it, wouldn’t want it even if you had one.”

Poe almost salivated at the sound of your voice, you wanted him to cum in you? God you’d be the death of him.

All he did was nod as he yanked you panties off. There were few words exchanged but neither of you cared. Both of you felt like you’d die if you didn’t get to fuck each other, all you wanted was him in you and all he needed was to be inside you. He got himself harder at the thought of how good you’d feel, he can see your puffy folds dripping with slick as he spread your legs wider.

“You’re going to be the death of me you know that” he whined as he yanked his boxers off. Your eyes widened as his cock sprung out, his length hitting his stomach as it bounced back. After all those times of teasing him for having a small dick, you know why it never bothered him. He didn’t have that issue.

Poe hummed in accomplishment as he watches your eyes taking him in, his hands wrapping around your thighs and throwing them around his waist.

He pulled a pillow from behind you and placed it under your lower back, giving you the perfect comfort and still fully exposed to him. “Poe” you whined as you clawed at his chest, your nails digging into his hips as you grew impatient.

“Say please” he pouted. “Please poe please, need you inside me. Need to feel you” you cried. He was surprised to say the least, was this what you needed to stop acting like a brat? Usually you’d rolled your eyes and say some snarky comment but not today. You actually listened?

“Not acting like a brat huh? You really want it that bad?” Poe teased “hurry the fuck up poe” you hissed, squirming under him as he scooted closer to you “you’ll get want you want soon love”

You felt like you were going to explode. His teasing was driving you insane, your body felt as if it was burning up. You could feel your pussy throbbing, your slick dripping through your folds as you laid there spread for him.

Two fingers slid down your folds, your eyes squeezing shut as he played with your messy cunt. He hummed as he saw how wet you were. “Think your ready for me” he cooed.

You watched as his fingers moved to his cock, his body twitched as he took his slick covered fingers and coated his cock. His angry tip spilling pre cum as he mixed his with yours.

He fisted his cock and scooted forward, his tip teasing your hole as he rubbed between your folds. Both of you let out needy moans as you felt each others need.

Poe looked up at you with love as he pushed his tip into your wet cunt, your eyes rolling back and fingers digging into his arms as he slowly settled into you.

Poe fell forward, balancing himself onto your headboard as he took in your tight walls. “Fuck” he panted as you squeezed him perfectly. Your eyes watched him as he began to thrust into you softly, your back arching as he filled you completely.

You loved the way he looked with his curls bouncing on his head as he picked him the pace. Poe squeezed his eyes shut as he felt your gummy walls taking him, he felt like he was in heaven. Nothing else mattered to him but you right now.

His fists squeezed the headboard as he picked up the pace. His hips snapping into yours as he rammed into your tight pussy. You let out a shaky cry as the stretch of his cock hurt a little, your hand moving to cover your cries as poe filled you.

One of his hands moved down to you, softly moving your hands off your mouth and above your head “keep them there” he cooed.

You dumbly nodded and kept your hands pinned above you “that’s my girl” he hummed as he threw your legs over his hips, now holding himself up with one hand on the headboard as he fucked you messily.

Your slick dripped onto the sheets as he whispered praises to you. Your body jerked as his free hand moved down to your clit, his calloused fingers rubbing soft circles onto your swollen bud.

“P- poe, love yo- I love you” you muttered out. He smiled at your words as he watched sweat drip down your face, eyes rolled back as he kept up the perfect pace “love you more sweetheart, I always have” he cooed.

You felt the knot in your stomach snap at his words, everything he was doing was getting too much. His cock slamming into you, fingers working at your clit and his words.

You cried out his name as he picked up the pace, he smiled down at you as you came around his cock. You felt him throbbing in you as he picked up the brutal pace.

All you could do was bounce along with his thrusts as both of his hands went up onto the headboard, the sound of the wood slamming onto your wall filling your ears mixed with his heavy moans felt like a dream.

You knew someone could hear but you could care less, you loved seeing poe completely lost in you. “F- fuck doll, lov- love it so fucking much. A- ah fu-“ he cried out as he filled your pussy.

His cum spurting into you as he kept up his brutal pace and fucked himself into you. The slapping of wet skin making you moan as your overstimulated pussy throbbed around him. He let out one last slam as his hips came to a stop. Both of your heavy breaths and moans filling the room as his hands squeezed the headboard.

“Fuck….” He whimpered as he slid out of you, the sight of your cunt leaking made him grow hard again.

“You too tired for another round?”

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 months

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Why Don't You Punish Me Then? Poe Dameron x F!Reader

For @for-a-longlongtime and this Ask Summary: You and Poe are in denial, but it's clear you're insatiable for one another. Warnings: Bondage, Voyeurism, pet names, public petting, bratty behaviour, switch dynamics, sub/dom dynamics, cucking (with a toy), orgasm denial play, unprotected PiV(but established relationship so some assumed assurances), cable-ties, questionable physics. (Set somewhere in the time Leia is still alive, RIP Space Queen, we love you Carrie <3 ) Thank you @noxturnalpascal and @merz-8 for doing a quick sweep of this for me <3 [AO3] Wordcount: 3.1k

Poe can’t stop touching you under the table during the debriefing. It’s been weeks since you were last in the same room and as impatient as you are to be alone with Poe, he’s kriffing insatiable.

“Stop,” you hiss under your breath as Commander Organa addresses the room. You’re sat at the very back, the lighting around you soft enough that even though you’re practically sat in Poe’s lap, no-one seems to notice – or care.

You two are the worst kept secret in the fleet, but neither of you have the guts to make anything official. It’s hard to place permanent labels on things when you’re in the midst of an intergalactic war.

“Stop what?” He asks as he brushes his lips against your ear, his right hand trailing up the inside of your left thigh as you try not to squirm. Heat pulses through you with every minuscule movement of his fingers as he inches up your thigh.

From the outside, it might look like Poe is whispering something about the mission. The pair of you are known to conspire during meetings, and critique mission briefings, much to command’s ire. But only you are privy to the way your cunt clenches at the wet drag of Poe’s tongue against the shell of your ear.

“You’re going to get us in trouble,” you hiss, your breath catching in your throat as you feel two thick fingers stroke against the front of your jumpsuit, “Quit it.”

“You need to work on your poker-face,” he taunts you as he rubs firmly up and down against your clothed cunt. You have to stifle a moan at the way the friction makes your toes curl. Heat pools in your core and you stop yourself from bucking your hips to chase the delicious friction.

“You need to stop, seriously,” you snap as you gently prise his hand away from your aching core.

“Or what? Are you going to punish me?” Poe rasps in your ear as he entwines his fingers in yours, guiding your hand to his lap. You bite your lip as you feel his hard cock swelling under your fingers as he holds your hand against the front of his tight pants.

“You deserve it, horny asshole,” you hiss as you notice Leia’s eyes wander over to the pair of you.

“Do you two have something you’d like to share?” She asks, looking pointedly between you.

“No ma’am.”

The pair of you say in unison and Leia rolls her eyes at you before continuing. You can almost hear her telepathically telling you two to get a room.

“See how you make me feel?” Poe continues his verbal assault on your self-control as he slowly grinds his clothed dick against the palm of your hand. His hand is back on your thigh now, but you don’t move your own from his cock. You’re practically salivating at the promise his rock-hard bulge infers.

“I do,” you breathe as you grip him through his pants, “But I don’t think you deserve to be rewarded for this behaviour, Dameron.”

“Why don’t you punish me then?” He growls in your ear as you feel his thick fingers grind against your clothed clit.

“Meet me in my quarters,” you snap as the meeting finishes up and the rest of the mission crew depart. You catch Leia giving you an amused grin as you leave, you swear one of these days she’s going to call you out on your joint bullshit, but not today. She knows you two have some catching up to do.

~*~

Poe crashes his lips against yours the moment your door opens, pinning you to him with his large hands on your hips. You lean into his strong form as you lick into his pliable mouth. He walks you back to the bed and before he can push you down you hook your foot behind his ankle and push him off-balance. You turn him around deftly as you press him down onto your small cot.

“Missed you so much,” he groans as he pulls you flush against him, one hand pawing at your right breast as the other slides the zipper of your jumpsuit down.

“Missed you too, now strip,” you bark as you slide back off his lap, continuing to undress as you watch Poe scramble to pull off his clothes. His eager eyes are on you as he lies bare, his thick cock weeping against his abdomen as he looks up at you.

“So needy,” you admonish him as you continue to slowly peel off your suit. You kick off your boots and stand there in your cotton panties and bra as he fawns up at you, “You’re being punished remember? Up on the pillows like a good boy.”

Poe whines softly at the condescension in your tone but does as he’s told, shuffling back up against the far wall of the cot.

“Good, arms up,” you order as you crawl up the bed to meet him before leaning down to the nightstand, “Remember your safe word?”

“Geonosis,” Poe recites it quickly, tongue darting out over his dry lips as he watches you, his body twitches as he tries to stay still.

“Good,” you coo as you pull out a bundle of cable-ties, “Stay still.”

You straddle Poe’s hips as you pull out the anchor point from the wall above him, something you’d had installed off the books by one of the ship’s mechanics. Nothing like exchanging a good bottle of liquor and a carton of death sticks for discretion on a Resistance fleet ship.

“Please,” Poe whimpers as you let your tits brush against his face as you loop the cable-ties through the anchor and around his wrists, “Can I?” He asks as he looks between your hardened peaks and your face.

“As long as you promise to be good?” You taunt as you lean forwards, brushing your right breast agains his lips. You stifle a moan as you feel him latch onto the stiff nub.

“Promise,” he murmurs against your skin as he suckles gently on your tit. Your head lolls back as he gently nips at the tender flesh, sending pleasure rippling through your body. You grind your hips forward, your wet slit gliding along his length as he groans into your breast.

“Love your tits,” he mewls as you offer him the second one, he takes it greedily into his wet mouth as he strains against his bonds, “So fucking perfect.”

You let out soft moans as he worships your tits, pressing his face between them occasionally as he mouths at your sternum.

“Please, let me fuck you?” He whimpers and a delicious smirk plays across your lips.

“Begging already? Such an eager boy,” you hum as you lower yourself onto Poe’s lap, the sticky, silken press of his cock against your ass cheeks makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“Please,” he whines again, and you rock your ass back against him a little as he bites his lip, his eyes glassy with desire as he pleads.

“No,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips against his, “You’re just going to have to watch.”

Poe’s face drops as he registers your words, pulling on the cable-ties as they dig into his wrists. His jaw tenses as you move backwards off him, making sure to drag his tip through your soaked folds as you do.

“You’re being cruel,” he pouts, but you can see the ghost of a smile on his lips as he tries not to show quite how much he’s enjoying this. It’s supposed to be punishment after all.

You pull a flat-bottomed desk chair up to the base of the bed, positioning so that the seat is in perfect eyesight for Poe. You secure the maglocks on the chair legs with a solid thunk against the Durasteel floor. You don’t want to risk toppling over mid-flow.

Once you’re happy the chair is secure, you rummage in one of your closets for a few moments before turning back to see Poe’s eyes trained on you. He’s beautifully desperate as his stumbled jaw ticks to the side, eyes almost bulging out of his head as his feet twitch in anticipation.

You saunter back over to the chair and with a flick of your wrist you slap a large silicone cock onto the chair. You’ve practiced this so well that the suction cup at the base takes first time. The black dildo wobbles precariously and Poe’s dick twitches as you steady it with your hand.

“If I can get myself off before you come, I’ll let you fuck me, however you want,” you explain, your voice low and dripping with challenge as you position your hips over the bulbous head of the black silicone dick, “So hold on tight, flyboy.”

You ease yourself down, groaning as you slowly spear yourself on the thick cock, your cunt is slick and inviting from all the teasing Poe had put you through earlier. You plant your feet on the floor, engaging your core as you start to move.

“Kriff, wish that was me,” Poe whines as you watch his hips buck up, chasing friction where there is none as he pulls on the cable-ties. His eyes are hooded as he watches your cunt take the toy with ease.

“Look at that needy cunt,” he growls, “Taking that fake cock so well,” he continues, and the gravelly rasp of his voice sends a lick of flame down your spine.

“Feels so good,” you sigh as you take the last few inches, the life-like toy rakes through your walls as it stretches you out, “So full,” you mewl as you drop your dominant hand down to your clit, the other hand tweaks each of your nipples in turn.

“Yeah? Feel as good as my cock?” Poe asks as you watch precome bead on his tip and leak down his shaft.

“Different,” you say as you wiggle your hips, making sure the toy is as deep as it can go.

You whine a little as you start to move, dropping one hand to steady yourself on the chair before rising all the way to the tip of the cock before letting yourself slide back down. You toy with your clit in slow, firm circles as you try to keep your eyes open and focused on Poe.

“Oh yeah,” Poe growls as he aimlessly thrusts up into the air as he watches you impale yourself on the toy, “Putting on a show for me, so kriffing hot.”

“You like it?” You pant as you start to rhythmically fuck yourself on the toy, “Like watching me cuck you with a fake cock?”

“I hate it,” Poe whimpers as you watch another pulse of precome leak from his tip, “Want to drag you down on my dick and fuck you dumb until all you can think about is begging for me to fill that sweet little cunt with my come.”

“Poe,” you whine as his vulgar words make you clench hard around the toy, “Think you can last, big boy? Or are you going to come all over your stomach like a pathetic, needy boy?”

You had intended to take it slow, make Poe fail to prove a point, but the more filth he spills from his pretty lips, the more it makes you greedy. You pick up the pace, fucking yourself in earnest on the slick silicone. Your breath comes in short, desperate pants as you feel your thighs burn with exertion.

“Who’s impatient now?” Poe teases as he bites his lip, his eyes fixed on your cunt as it glistens in the low light of your bunk, “Fucking soaked, fucking yourself so hard, you want my dick don’t you baby? Admit it.”

“Nuh-uh, punishing you,” you whimper meekly as your breathing hitches in your chest. The tight coil of pleasure twists in your core as you chase your pleasure with abandon. All you want is to feel Poe inside you, you’re tired of the games.

“Fucking slut, lying to my face,” he growls and you can’t hold on anymore, your cunt flutters around the toy as you spear yourself over and over as you feel your orgasm rip through you, “There she is,” he purrs as you hear the strain in his voice, “Good fucking girl.”

“Hate you,” you whine as you tremble and convulse, leaning back in the chair as your cunt pulses around the toy still buried deep inside you.

“I know baby,” Poe says, strain evident in his voice as he watches your chest rise and fall, slick pooling at the base of the toy and over the chair as you come down from your high, “Let me make you feel better, make it up to you yeah?”

“Might just leave you tied up,” you grumble, but you’re smiling and Poe’s smirk matches your own.

“Deal’s a deal,” Poe tuts at you as he twists the cable-ties in his fists, “Do you need help, princess?”

You hear the snap of the cable-ties and your eyes fly open as you see Poe up on his knees, already rubbing his chafed wrists.

“How did you-?” You splutter as you try and get up onto your feet but Poe lurches forward on the bed, pinning your hips down as he keeps you speared on the toy. You mewl and writhe from overstimulation, his large hands burning against your slick skin as he holds you there.

“Come on, you really need to invest in a good set of binders,” he hums as he nudges your jaw to the side as he takes your lobe in his teeth, “I’ve gotten out of more complex restraints in far more dire scenarios baby.”

“Poe, please,” you whine as he sucks slowly on your lobe, making you whole body tremble, “Need you.”

“I know,” he says with an edge to his tone, “I’ve got you.”

You cry out as he eases you up and off the toy, your cunt clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness. You throw your arms around his shoulders as he slots his lips over yours. Poe spins in a slow circle before laying you on your back.

“Meant it earlier,” he mumbles through tender, hungry kisses, “I missed you so much.”

“Missed you too,” you pant as he shifts you up onto the pillows, already lining his throbbing tip at your core. One broad hand is steady on your hip, rubbing soothingly over your slick skin as his thighs hold your trembling legs apart.

“Ready for me?” He asks, a gentleness to his tone as he nudges the plane of his nose against your own.

“Always,” you say softly as you feel his tip breach your stretched out hole.

You sigh in unison as Poe enters you in one swift movement, the hand not holding your hip comes to cup your cheek.

“Isn’t that better?” He breathes as he slowly starts to rock his hips, pulling almost all the way out before pressing back in. No matter how much the toy had stretched you out, there’s a hot, blissful burn as you adjust to the real deal.

“Kriff, yes,” you cry out as he fucks down hard into you, setting the pace as you writhe under him, “I love it, I love it, I love y-!”

You catch yourself before you let the admission slip but you can see it in the way Poe’s face softens, he heard enough.

“I love you too,” he snarls through clenched teeth as he ruts into you harder than before, the tip of his cock grinding against your g-spot as you feel another orgasm cresting deep inside you.

“Not,” you grunt as a smile burns across your lips, “How I wanted to say that,” you giggle a little with exhilaration as you drop your dominant hand to your clit. The other fists in the curls at the back of Poe’s head.

“No better time,” Poe grins, his cock driving into your cunt with wet, desperate slaps, “Kriffing love you.”

You pull Poe’s head down, slipping your tongue between his lips as you feel the blinding pleasure peak inside you. You groan into his mouth as your release bursts through you, your cunt clamping down hard around Poe’s cock as he snaps his hips one last time before spilling deep inside you.

You lie there, tangled, drenched in one another’s sweat, and panting into each other’s open mouths as you can’t stop smiling. Poe peppers your face with gentle kisses as you feel him slip out of you. Immediately you feel your combined spend leak from you, dribbling down your ass and onto the sheets below.

“Why do we always get my sheets dirty?” You groan as Poe rolls off you, propping himself up on his elbow as he trails his fingertips down your chest, splaying his hand out across your belly as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your temple.

“Because you’re the one with the sex anchor in your quarters,” he grumbles and you can’t help but laugh.

“Fine, you’ve got a point,” you sigh as you look up into his dark eyes as they shine with affection.

“Did you mean it?” He asks softly, brushing his knuckles back up to your breasts, the coarse skin raking across your nipples and making you whine.

“That I love you?” You ask, your voice breathy as you scrape your blunt nails across Poe’s near-permanent five o’clock shadow.

“Yeah,” he breathes as he turns his head to press his lips against your palm.

“I did,” you say, heat prickling under the skin of your cheeks and up to the tips of your ears, “I just didn’t know if we were doing the whole feelings thing.”

“Same,” he admits with a heavy sigh, “But I don’t think I can keep pretending anymore.”

“Yeah,” you yawn as you trace the curve of his plush lips with your fingertips, “We need to talk to command about this,” you say, sobering a little as you feel the harsh tug of reality wrapping around your heart.

“Tomorrow,” Poe says softly as he leans back down to kiss you softly, “Right now we need to get showered and move to my bed, there’s less come on the sheets in my bunk.”

“Ever the romantic,” you laugh as you press your forehead against his.

It takes you another half an hour but eventually you’re tangled together in Poe’s cot, hearts hammering in unison as reality sets in. But for once you’re not running from the truth of who and what you and Poe are.

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jake-g-lockley · 11 months

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

Feels Right (Poe Dameron x reader)

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

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

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

Word count: 5.3k

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

It was all too much.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right, everyones dismissed.”

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

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

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

Those lips.

Those fucking lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.・。.��゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why was he so angry?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You figured “Why not.”

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

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

“Give up Dameron.” you murmured.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You jealous, pretty boy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby?” he asked as he pulled away.

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

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

You smiled. This was your Poe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poe?” you whisper.

“Hmm?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“By talk you mean-”

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

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The Best Ride in the Galaxy (one-shot)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You have a thing for Poe's flight suit. He decides to be a cocky asshole about it. Sexy shenanigans ensue. Word count: 2k

Warnings: Explicit 18+, MDNI! Mostly porn with a little plot // Established relationship, thigh riding/dry humping, vaginal fingering, swearing, name calling, use of pet names (English and Spanish), dom!Poe, brief light violence (slap to the face), Poe uses a Spanish pet name (bebita) which is probably not canon but idc it's hot, no physical description of reader besides being AFAB and being taller standing than a sitting Poe, Poe makes a corny joke, Poe being a cocky smug asshole comes with its own warning, no use of y/n

a/n: This picture of Oscar & his thick-ass thighs, and @for-a-longlongtime mentioning how Poe-coded it was, inspired this fic in its entirety. A little over 24 hours later and here it is! This is my very first posted fic, so please show it some love, send it to someone who might enjoy it, and feel free to give (constructive) feedback if you wish! If I missed any warning tags, please let me know and I'll add them in. Big big thanks to @for-a-longlongtime for beta-reading and cheering me on, it means the world to me.

You run outside as soon as you hear the X-wings land, your heart in your throat.

It’s been 7 days, but when he left, Poe promised you it wouldn’t take more than 4 for his small band of rebel fighters to complete the covert mission. Of course he insisted on going with them; he’d been stir-crazy as of late, the endless strategy meetings and arguments amongst leadership boring him to tears. He jumped at the chance to get back into the pilot’s seat. You paced restlessly those last 3 days, imagining the absolute worst had happened to him, with no way of knowing if he was even alive.

So when you rushed out to the tarmac and spotted him climbing out of his X-wing, immense relief flooded your body, followed quickly by a potent swirl of both anger and anxiety. He spotted you, his eyes lighting up, jogging towards you with that brilliant smile.

“Hey good-lookin’,” he crooned as he approached, “didn’t miss me too much, did you?”

What he didn’t expect was for you to slap him straight across his face.

You surprised the both of you - Poe was staring back at you, open-mouthed and silent, a rare occurrence; you were staring at him, anger flashing in your eyes, your palm stinging slightly from the impact.

“Baby, I know you weren’t keen on me leaving,” Poe stammered, “but this seems a tad bit–”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD, YOU ASSHOLE!” you snapped at him, loudly enough for the people around you to look around for the source of the outburst. “You told me four days, Poe, and it’s now DAY FUCKING SEVEN.” You turned and started storming back to your pod, Poe on your heels.

“Bebita, I told you it was a small team,” Poe tried to explain while keeping up with you. “We hit some hiccups in the plan and had to hide out a bit longer than we thought. If I’d tried to contact you, it would have given away our position. You know how these missions go.”

You angrily punched in the access code to the door of your pod. “Yes, I know, which is exactly why as co-general you’re not supposed to be out in the field putting yourself in harm’s way.” The metal door slid open, and you walked forward, not even looking back at him. “I don’t care if you got bored playing politics, that doesn’t mean you get to go rogue and get back in the cockpit.” Slamming your hand on the button to slide the pod door closed, you finally turned to face Poe since slapping him. You let out a shaky breath as your rage subsided. Your stomach was morphing into a simmering pool of nerves and regret.

“Look,” Poe said, “I just… getting cooped up on base listening to those talking heads was making me crazy. I miss flying and I saw the opportunity and took it.” You knew what he said was true, but it didn’t make it any easier on you. Taking a moment to compose yourself, you scanned his body for signs of injury, until you realized… he was wearing his flight suit.

Fuck. That damn flight suit always did things to you. Obviously he had to wear it for functionality’s sake, but god, it was almost like he was made to look good in them. His shoulders looked so strong and broad, and the unisex, utilitarian cut of the orange suit somehow did nothing to hide the curve of his ample, round ass, one of your favorite features of his. You felt your mouth water as you drank the sight of him in, arousal slowly kindling in your belly.

That suit was your weakness, and the cocky smile slowly dawning on his face let you know he knew, too.

“I mean,” Poe smirked, “at least you get to see me in your favorite outfit of mine.” Walking slowly away from you to give you a clear view of his rear, he turned and sunk into the chair in your room. You followed, magnetically drawn to him while simultaneously being flustered that he caught onto your ogling. You crossed your arms and put on your best annoyed face.

“I’m sorry for slapping you, but I’m not sorry for being mad,” you said, pursing your lips and looking away. “And trying to seduce me with your stupid uniform isn’t working.”

It was, in fact, working too well. Your breathing got shallower as you tried to ignore the gentle heat filling your body from your center outwards. Poe’s smirk deepened.

“It’s a good thing you’re not a covert operative because you are the worst at lying,” he said, grabbing your thighs and coaxing you closer to him. You acquiesced, trying and failing to look irritated, the desire plain as day on your face. Poe ran his hands slowly up and down your legs from your hips to your calves. Sliding his palms back and around your ass, he squeezed and your breath hitched. You looked down and those liquid brown eyes were staring up at you, twinkling with mischief. “I know you better than that, sweet thing,” Poe teased. “You absolutely cannot pretend that me wearing this suit doesn’t make you cream your panties.”

You fought to control your traitorous body, breathing slowly through your nose as Poe lifted the hem of your shirt and planted soft kisses on your belly, right above your pants. “Fuck you, you cocky asshole,” you tried to spit viciously, but it came out sounding slightly strangled instead. This Maker-forsaken stupid man and his stupid bubble butt and this stupid suit, you thought, your fingers weaving into the curls on his head.

Poe’s smile only turned even more predatory, like a cat playing with a mouse. “Oh, I would, baby” he whispered, nipping your torso lightly, “but I haven’t showered in days. How about this instead…”

Suddenly Poe grabbed your hips, pulling you down into his lap and forcing your knees to buckle, your legs on either side of his thick thigh. His right arm wound around your lower back, holding you in place while his left hand snaked up your neck and into your hair. He pulled you in for a slow, soft kiss, which snapped the final tether preventing you from melting for him like he knew you wanted to. You surged forward, kissing him deeply, licking into his mouth and tasting the minty aftertaste of the gum he always chews while piloting. He groans, biting your lower lip, then sliding his tongue along yours. This draws your first moans out from somewhere deep in your chest, and his eyes quickly darken when you begin grinding on his thigh.

“Oh, you like that,” Poe crooned, lips turning up into a smirk. “So fucking eager for me. So desperate to cum.”

“Fuck you, Maker-damn it,” you pant, burying your face into his neck, the smell of sweat, jet fuel, and him invading your senses. “This stupid suit is going to be the death of me.”

Poe smiles wickedly. “Why don’t you take a ride on the best pilot in the galaxy before you die, then, honey?” he purrs into your ear. You roll your eyes at his cheesy line until you feel him flex the thigh you’re straddling, creating the most delicious friction against your clothed core. You let out a breathy moan and clench your own thighs around his, starting to rock your clit against his ridge of muscle through your clothes. Slick starts dripping out of you with each roll of your hips against him. Poe moves your arms to brace on his shoulders, then slides both of his hands onto your hips to help you ride him.

The pleasure in your core starts to ratchet up, and you grind yourself harder into Poe’s thigh, throwing your head back with a moan. Poe leans to your ear, kissing and lightly licking just behind and below your earlobe, that spot he knows drives you wild. “That’s it, baby, ride it out,” he whispers into your ear. “Use all that frustration to make yourself cum on my leg.” You mewl, circling your hips and chasing your high. Your pussy contracts around nothing, and suddenly all you can think about is how much better it would feel if Poe was inside of you.

“Poe,” you whine, “I need more.” Your slick is soaking through your underwear, the smell of your arousal filling Poe’s senses. He groans, his cock painfully hard in his flight suit.

“What do you need, bebita?” he says, kissing your forehead sweetly while gripping your hips like a vice, a contrast that has you moaning wordlessly. “Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you,” you beg, “I need you inside of me, I need you to fuck me, please.” You can feel your clit throbbing, almost painfully. Poe moans into your neck. “Baby, I told you, you do not want me to unzip this suit,” he chuckles. “But I think I can still help. Lean back a little.” You comply, and watch with glazed eyes as Poe stares right back at you, slipping his middle and ring fingers into his mouth to get them wet. A shudder rips through your body when he slips both digits past the waistband of your pants and into your underwear. He groans loudly when he feels your slick folds.

“Fuuuuck me, baby, you’re absolutely drenched,” he breaths out. “Is this all for this dumb orange jumpsuit I’m wearing?” That cocky smirk reappears as he laughs at his own joke.

Letting out an annoyed breath, you huff, “it’s for you, idiot. You fucking drive me crazy. You’re the only one that’s ever gotten me this wet. Now fill me up before I lose my ever-loving mind.”

Poe lets out another chuckle. “Yes, ma’am,” he quips, and then quickly slides the length of his fingers into your cunt, forcing a moan from your lungs involuntarily. He rocks you forward again so that you’re sitting directly on his fingers, with his palm cradling your pussy. “Fuck yourself on my fingers,” he commands. “Take what you need from me.”

You do exactly that, rising and falling on his thigh, swirling your hips over his soaked digits, your clit rubbing against the meat of his palm deliciously. He adds another finger, stretching you out and making you want to scream. Your hips speed up as you desperately chase your high. The wet squelching and slapping sounds of your pussy on Poe’s hand echo in the room. Poe’s panting fills your ears and your wanton moans fill his. You invade his senses in every way possible, and he can feel his dick pulse with every thrust of your hips against his thigh.

Suddenly, you start feeling the knot in your core tighten as you rocket ever-closer to your orgasm. Poe moans as he feels you clench. “Fuck, that’s it, honey, I can feel you getting close,” he whispers. “Give it to me.” His hips start lifting up, grinding, pressing his length into you as much as he can.

“Oh Maker, Poe, oh fuck,” you cry as your walls tighten. “You want me to fucking cum for you?”

“Fuuuuuuck yes baby, that’s all I want,” Poe pants. “Fucking cum all over my fingers, soak my hand, honey.”

The filth pouring out of his mouth finally snaps the knot in your stomach, and you nearly scream in ecstasy as your release shatters and blooms through your body. Poe moans your name as a rush of your slick coats his hand, and you feel him bite your shoulder as his body tenses. Sated, you slump against him, his hand still pinned under your body, both of you sticky with sweat and panting for breath. Poe uses his free hand to softly cup the side of your face, pressing kisses slowly and gently across your cheeks and nose.

You sigh as he carefully extracts his hand. Just as you peer down at him, he closes his eyes and slips his fingers into his mouth, sucking every bit of your essence off. You shudder in pleasure as you watch him. He locks eyes with you, and you lean in to kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips.

“Feeling better?” Poe asks, the warm molten brown of his eyes having returned. You sigh and giggle a little. “Yes, thank you,” you murmur quietly, “but I wish I could have made you cum too.”

Suddenly Poe looks sheepish, something that’s a rare expression for him.

“Well, uh…” he starts, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck and averting his eyes. You pause, perplexed. He glances back at you, then down at the floor, and then back at you again. Poe clears his throat before he finally speaks.

“I… actually did…”

You freeze silently, and then erupt into laughter. “Poe Dameron!” you screech. “The ‘best pilot in the galaxy’, commander of the Starfighter Corps, co-general of the entire fucking Resistance, fucking JIZZED in his pants like a teenager???” You start tittering uncontrollably, much to Poe’s embarrassment. “Shut the fuck up, idiot,” he grouses, which only makes you cackle even louder. He sighs, annoyed but begrudgingly satisfied.

“At least this suit needs to be washed anyway,” he mutters, mostly to himself, and you laugh so hard you start crying.

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eyelessfaces · 1 year

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deft hands

poe dameron x reader

summary: poe doesn't know you have a fixation on his hands, and he must not know, but it's a secret that's harder to keep than expected.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, oral, semi public sex, alcohol consumption

tags: gn!afab!reader, soft!dom poe, reader is touch starved asf, I wrote this for the hand kink nation I hope you're proud of me, oh yeah we're married to poe also

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was absolutely prompted by the picture of oscar's hands we got yesterday and I'm not sorry.

also I don't write smut very often please be kind

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You had always had a weird fixation with Poe’s hands ever since you had started dating him, after you had learnt to know what he was capable of doing with them and how easily he was able to make you see stars by the only help of his deft fingers.

It was pretty inconvenient at times, because simple things made your body react at once at the mere view of his hands, and your mind easily and quickly drifted to thoughts you shouldn’t have when Poe made such casual actions that weren’t even meant to turn you on.

Poe already really enjoyed teasing you in public, and if he ever learned that you had a thing for his hands, you would be doomed to be turned on and unable to function at all times.

He doesn’t need to know, he must not know, or it’s a never ending game for you, a game you're bound to lose.

–Now the thing is, your fixation is even worse now that you are married.

The gold band around his fourth finger happens to really complete his look, and the way it shines under the dim lights of the cantina and the way the warmth of the atmosphere on D’qar makes the veins on his hands slightly bulge out doesn’t leave you indifferent.

Maybe the fact that you can feel the heat rise to your cheeks so quickly is because Poe hasn’t touched you in such a long time, his massive amount of work being the cause of your honeymoon being the last time he has actually laid those hands on you, and put his fingers in you.

That’s what you’re trying to tell yourself as Finn tears you from your thoughts when he notices you look absent, asking you if you’re okay.

How can you be okay when your husband moves his hands around in the air as he’s talking to another pilot when all you want is for him to stick his fingers inside of you?

You nod to Finn nevertheless, trying to seem composed when truly, it’s hard to focus, even more now that you have to press your thighs together to ease out the simultaneously blessed and cursed feeling between your legs.

—

You have been behaving nicely. You have managed to tear your eyes from Poe and his fingers, and you have fully dedicated yourself and all of your attention back to Finn, Rey, and Rose.

Wonderful, right?

Yeah.

It is wonderful, until while you’re taking a sip of your spotchka, your gaze catches Poe’s while he’s licking the crumbs of whatever food he has just eaten, on his fingers, a sly smile on his lips as he does so.

It’s wonderful, until you choke on your drink and it messily spills from your mouth and over the table.

If your cheeks felt hot before, they’re burning now.

You’re an incoherent mess of apologies, and you do your best to clean it all up with the pile of napkins resting on the table before exiting the booth and hurrying towards the cantina bathroom to clean the mess that you’ve made over one of your favorite shirts.

The amount of swear words spouting out of your mouth per seconds as you hastily scrub your shirt is impressive and you probably hold a new record, and you only stop when you gasp at the feeling of a hand over your hip.

When you look up at the mirror there’s the reassuring reflection of Poe’s face, and you sigh in relief when you realize all the pressure you’ve put yourself through these past few minutes.

You allow yourself to calm down and breathe for a second, feeling Poe’s fingers reassuringly tracing circles at either of your hips.

You feel rather composed again, and you sigh softly as he gently leaves kisses behind your ear.

“Like my fingers that much baby?” he teasingly whispers into your ear, and his voice is dripping with lust and desire as he's now lightly nipping at the flesh of your neck.

A small whimper escapes your mouth as you feel his hand grasping your belt, and you take no time to turn around and capture his lips.

His mouth is warm and the kiss is messy and filthy, and you bite down on his lip when he completes his task and unbuckles your belt, curling his fingers into the belt loops and tugging on them to pull you in the closest bathroom stall, pulling away from your mouth when he closes the door.

You’re out of breath, panting, and he corners you against the wall, kissing you even harder, one hand resting at the back of your head and the other at your waist. He sighs into your mouth when you tug at his curls, and when he pulls away he still stays significantly close, your warm breaths mixing together, both of his hands trailing down your body and fumbling with your pants, his mouth then pressing kisses into your neck, his light stubble gently and pleasantly scrapping your sensitive skin.

“Can’t believe I married you unaware of this” he murmurs into your ear between kisses, the lustful tone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, a soft moan leaving your mouth when he tugs your pants down, your underwear quick to follow. Your grip on his bicep tightens when the tip of his fingers graze your slit, gathering the juices there.

“You’re so fucking wet baby” he huffs out looking down at where he's touching you, almost amazed at the way your body reacts. “Like my fingers? Want me to use them for something other than licking my fingers off when they’re dirty?” he teases with a sly smirk, looking back up at you.

“Oh shut up” you whimper, too impatient and needy to be teased, the ache between your legs throbbing in need of some attention.

He smirks and licks his lips, nodding.

“You want me to shut up? Okay, fine” he simply says, holding his hands up in the air. You wonder what he has in mind until he drops to his knees in front of you, not caring in the slightest if the bathroom floor is dirty. His mouth immediately finds your thighs, softly kissing and biting and licking them, progressively teasing closer and closer to where you really need him, without ever truly satisfying you.

“Poe, please” the words unconsciously leave your mouth in a soft sigh, as if your needs had a mind of their own, taking over your body, exposing how impatient you are when you feel him nipping at the inside of your thigh, his teeth gently grazing the tender skin there.

The way he runs his tongue at the inside of your thigh where he knows it tickles drives you insane, and he's well aware of it when he feels your hand bury in his curls.

You’re pretty sure he’s smirking proudly when he leaves a kiss to your heated core, and your hand immediately grips his hair tighter as his lips close around your clit.

It’s devilish, and he knows it as he sucks on the lump of nerves before changing tactics and flattening his tongue, lapping through your folds in slow and languid strokes, gathering your wetness over his tongue, the tip of it expertly curling against your clit.

The way your head is thrown back against the wall and the way your free hand covers your mouth when he looks up at you absolutely wrecks him, and the way you clench around his finger when he slides it through your folds and pushes it inside could have made him burst right then and there if he wasn’t so focused on your pleasure.

He’s moving in shallow thrusts, and if his mouth wasn’t so busy he would laugh at the way you’re trying to thrust down on his finger, needing him to truly stick it in and stroke your walls.

He must be in a good mood, because it doesn’t take too long for him to add a second finger and to truly pump them in and out of your dripping heat.

His tongue is still perfectly coordinated with his fingers, not losing the rhythm as he fervently laps at the nub while he slowly and tentatively strokes your walls, your soft gasps and whimpers encouraging him to wreck you even more.

If his mouth wasn’t at work it would be anyways, telling you how good you're doing, how tight you are, how sweet you taste, how good you're squeezing his fingers.

The squelching sounds are straight up embarrassing, and you truly hope no one is there in the other stalls of the bathroom, because even if you're doing your best not to moan or let any sound of the kind out by biting hard on your bottom lip, the sound of your slick ruins all your efforts.

Poe takes a break from your clit to lovingly press kisses to your thighs, and you whimper at the loss of friction, looking down at him.

"Feels good?" he asks casually as if he wasn't currently pumping his veiny fingers in and out of you, making your slick drip down your thighs.

You nod hastily, and a loud moan erupts from your mouth when he pushes in deeper inside of you, a sly smirk on his face as he carefully observes every shifting reaction over your face, his free hand gripping your thigh and appreciating the way your muscles twitch under his ministrations.

You're close to the edge, and he knows it, and he knows exactly what to do to push you over it.

His mouth goes back to work and licks at the right side of your clit, where he knows you're the most sensitive, and his fingers curl into your cunt, grazing the mind nubbing spot inside of you repeatedly.

It's only a matter of time and of repetition before he's hitting it just right, setting every single nerve of your body on fire, and you're cumming over his fingers in a silent cry, spewing profanities and moaning his name repeatedly under your breath as the dazzling feeling unfolds.

He works you through it, lapping at your spent until you beg him to stop, too sensitive, too overwhelmed once the feeling washes away.

He catches his breath as he stands back up in front of you, depriving himself of air one last time when he kisses your lips, both of your cheeks and your forehead, before he tells you how good you were for him.

You watch as he licks his fingers as if it's the best meal he's ever had, and you feel dizzy at the sight, but you regain consciousness when you notice something–

"Poe, your ring"

He looks down at his hand, the gold band he hadn't bothered taking off before he started touching you now gone.

And he is equally frightened and amused when he realizes where it is.

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feedback please I'm begging!!

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moonknightyws · 2 years

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He's magnificent.

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uselesssomebody · 7 months

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𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 1 month

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I am better

Poe Dameron x fem!Reader

A/N: I kinda roasted Rey at the end. I can't help it, I hate her. The only reason I tortured myself with the sequels was literally only because Oscar Isaac as Poe lol.

Quick summary: At a conversation between you, Finn and Poe about the old Clone Wars, you spoke faster than thinking, saying Anakin Skywalker is the best pilot in the Galaxy. Poe did not like that.

Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!

Tags: nsfw, PinV, dom Poe, punishment, cockwarming, kind of dark Poe, jealous Poe.

A/N 2: Just realized the pic looks perfect. Finn is like: "Girl, you better run..." and Poe looks like: "Excuse me? What did you just say?!"

Sometimes it's better to think before speaking. It all started harmless, Finn, Poe and you were talking about the Clone Wars. Poe was worshipping the Clones, wishing they would be still around, Finn was drooling over Ahsoka Tano...and you? You were all over Anakin Skywalker, admiring everything about him.

"Anakin Skywalker? Come on, that's overkill!" Finn snorted, looking down at the Dejarik round they were playing.

"Why? Just because you're worshipping Ahsoka?" You chuckled, watching Finns dejarik player getting slamdunked.

"Ugh, you and your crushes..." Poe scoffed and leaned forward, preparing his round.

"Atleast we have one individual we love and not millions." you backfired at him, grinning cheekily.

"I think Poe chooses the Clones because all the other ladies are ugly and Ahsoka is the only sexy looking one." Finn nudged Poe, making him give a confused expression.

"Poe, how about Obi Wan?" you asked.

"Nah. He's way too noble, way too jedi-like..." he retorted with an disgusted expression.

"Wait! What about Bo Katan? Isn't she someone you'd be into, mate?" Finn suggested.

"I would even arrange the date between you two." You chuckled.

Poe just looked at you two, surprised but uncaring "You two are absolutely unfair, you know that?"

You three kept playing dejarik for a bit before Finn spoke up again.

"Hey, but what about you? Why Anakin Skywalker? Is it because he turned bad and you're kinda into bad boys?" Finn grinned at you.

"No!" you smiled, turning your head to hide the slight red on your cheeks.

"Don't be shy! Come on, spill it." Poe teased, giving you a cocky grin.

"Alright, alright, you won. I like him because he was the best in everything. Best at fighting, strong in the force." you leaned back in your seat.

"Wait, nothing else? Really?" Poe asked curiously.

"He invented the spinning." Finn joked.

You laughed hard. "And he's the best pilot in the Galaxy." you retorted but gulped as realization hit you.

You looked back up at Finn and Poe, Finn had his hand on his chin, trying to suppress the laughter threatening to come out of him. At this point you were glad at sitting opposite from them as you saw Poe's jaw tensing.

"Pheww, okay guys, I gotta go to Chewie and talk with him about something." Finn broke the silence, preparing to stand up.

"Wait, Finn! We didn't even finish our dejarik round!" You gave him an almost pleading look.

"I- uhh, I'm sure you and Poe can finish it just fine, right mate?" Finn chuckled nervously, giving Poe a pat on the shoulder.

"Yeah, we will get this over with and see who's the better one." Poe gave you a scowl.

"See? That's why I chose Ahsoka!" Finn grinned, finding the situation amusing.

"Anaking was Ahsoka's master!" you retorted, seeing Poe giving you a warning glance.

"See you guys later!" Finn waved and stood up, walking off, leaving only Poe and you alone.

"Poe...listen, I didn't mean to--" You got cut off by Poe, who stood up and made his way to you.

"I'll teach you better." he grabbed your arm and lead you out of the Millennium Falcon, leading you towards a small freighter nearby. Once inside and ensurring they were alone, he lead you to the cargohold and locked the entrance of the ship.

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Now you were on Poe's lap, his cock buried deep inside you, he held you firmly in place, not moving a little bit.

"Repeat what you said." Poe demanded lowly.

You squirmed, desperately trying to get atleast some friction "I-I'm sorry..."

"No, no, no, tell me. I wanna hear it coming out of your mouth again."

"Anakin-... is the b-best pilot in the Galaxy-..." you tried to move again but Poe had an iron grip that made it impossible.

"But is he really? Or is there someone better, hm?" Poe asked, holding you in place.

"Yes, you." you replied, making Poe's hips move a little bit before stopping once more. The little friction he gave felt so good, causing you to whimper after he stopped.

"So you admit I am the best and Skywalker is nothing compared to me?" he asked again.

"Poeee, please move. It's killing me..." you begged, feeling how slippy everything down there is.

"Answer." he tutted.

"Anakin is nothing compared to you. You're the best, Poe. Only you." you whimpered needily.

Poe chuckled, "See? It wasn't that hard now, was it?" he started moving slowly, only enough to make you crave for more.

Your eyes lulled back, you wanted Poe to move faster "Please faster."

"Is there something else you might tell me about Skywalker?" Poe asked, his pace increased slightly.

You knew exactly why he asked you that, he knew your mind was clouded with pleasure and thinking wasn't your speciality rightnow.

"He's handsome.." you slipped out.

"Handsome, huh?" Poe repeated, his hips stopped again.

"No- I mean- you-you're handsome. Anakin's not." You stuttered, trying to correct yourself.

"Damn right I am." he started moving again.

"If you ever say someone is better than me again, I will make sure to fuck you so hard you will forget all their names and only remember mine. Now enjoy the ride, honey."

Poe's thrusts increased even more, moving you up and down simutaniously.

Your orgasm approached so fast, it was only mere minutes before it ripped through your body. Poe's orgasm came right after yours. He grabbed a rag and cleaned both of you up while you put your clothes back on.

Poe and you left the freighter, walking back to the Millennium Falcon as Finn approached

"Heyy, did you two finally got an agreement?" Finn asked, looking at you two.

"Yep. We uh- we came to an agreement that Anakin is better at..." you trailed off, looking at Poe who was looking back at you expectantly.

"He is better with his lightsaber than Rey. I mean- come on, Anakin got training and Rey didn't, right? Having powers without getting trained is no right to call themselves a Jedi, right?" You chuckled nervously, your eyes flicking towards Poe for a split second.

"Damn, girl, you're really into the mood to fight anyone today, eh?" Finn laughed.

You glanced back to Poe, seeing him inhale heavily and closing his eyes briefly.

Noticing this, you quickly nudged Finn's shoulder, "Hey Finn, wanna finish our Dejarik round? I beat Poe, but the others are still in it." you urged him.

"Alright. Let's do this." Finn agreed casually and started walking.

You walked closely beside him, looking over your shoulder to see Poe shooting you another warning and his expression turning dark.

Oh no...

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

I’m participating in Kinktober 2023 this year using this list by @flightlessangelwings . If you’d like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

Day One - Frank Castle x Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation ; impact play; fingering; nipple play; dirty talk—praise and degradation

Day Two - Frankie Morales x Reader

Warnings: Public sex (car sex); role playing; blowjob; cum play; fingering

Day Three - Diego Jimenez x Reader

Warnings: Reader is the monster; vampirism; mention of drug use; mention of alcohol consumption; blood drinking (because vampires); vaginal sex

Day Four - Santiago Garcia x Reader

Warnings: Public sex; sex pollen; rough sex; unprotected sex; creampie; hair pulling

Day Five - Jax Teller x Reader

Warnings: Table sex/desk sex; enemies to enemies who fuck; vaginal sex; unsafe sex

Day Six - Josh Lyman x Reader

Warnings: Lots of dialogue!!; phone sex; power imbalance; dirty talk; praise kink; masturbation

Day Seven - Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Morning sex; fingering; oral sex; safe sex; vaginal sex

Day Eight - Rafael Barba x Reader

Warnings: Cockwarming; restraints; spanking; impact play; Dom/Brat dynamics; choking; rough sex; oral sex; vaginal sex; cum shot; cum play

Day Nine - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Warnings: Rimming; fingering; masturbation; pegging; blowjobs; cunnilingus; praise kink

Day Ten - Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Stripping; car sex; clothed man/partially clothed woman; grinding

Day Eleven - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Blindfolding; hide-and-seek/prey-play adjacent; blowjob; cunnilingus; vaginal sex; unsafe sex; creampie

Day Twelve - Will Miller x Reader

Warnings: Established relationship; fluff; formal wear; oral sex; safe sex

Day Thirteen - Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Anonymous sex; public sex; oral sex; spit as lube; safe sex

Day Fourteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader

Warnings: Prostitution/sex work; canon-typical sex work; dirty talk; sub Oberyn Martell; hair pulling; restraints; orgasm control/denial; masturbation; breeding kink; oral sex; gag use; unsafe sex; creampie

Day Fifteen - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: Free use; semi-public sex; oral sex; fingering; unsafe sex; creampie

Day Sixteen - Indiana Jones x Reader

Warnings: Role reversal; period-typical attitudes toward sex; vaginal sex; riding unsafe sex; creampie

Day Seventeen - Ben Miller x Reader

Warnings: Praise kink; dirty talk; blowjob; fingering; grinding; semi-public sex

Day Eighteen - Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation; mutual masturbation; fingering; handjob; vaginal sex; unsafe sex

Day Nineteen - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Somnophilia; Bradley 'I Eat Pussy for My Own Pleasure' Bradshaw; anal sex; anal plug; safe sex; vaginal fingering

Day Twenty - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Sex toys; fingering; blowjobs

Day Twenty-One - Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Hate sex; oral sex; semi-public sex; table sex; spit as lube; safe sex; negotiating tactics that would get you disbarred

Day Twenty-Two - Marcus Pike x Reader

Warnings: Reader is an older virgin; fingering; oral sex; loss of virginity; vaginal sex; safe sex

Day Twenty-Three - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Warnings: Dirty talk; vaginal sex; cunnilingus; fingering; unsafe sex; creampie; breeding kink

Day Twenty-Four - James Bond x Reader

Warnings: Exes; domineering James Bond; fingering; choking; hate sex; mostly naked woman, clothed man

Day Twenty-Five - Shiv Roy x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Infidelity; mentions of previous adolescent antics; mirror sex; oral sex; fingering; grinding; semi-public sex

Day Twenty-Six - SithMaster!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Sith Master!Obi-Wan; Sith Apprentice!Reader; Power imbalance; Force-choking; deep throating; grinding; masturbation; choking (without the Force); degradation

Day Twenty-Seven - Christopher Pike x Reader

Warnings: Fluff; yearning; kitchen sex; vaginal sex; improper use of buttercream

Day Twenty-Eight - Andromache of Scythia (The Old Guard) x Reader

Warnings: Intercrural Sex/grinding; nipple play; fighting; light degradation

Day Twenty-Nine - Don Draper x Reader

Warnings: Semi-public sex; fingering; vaginal sex; unsafe sex; creampie; gagging with clothing

Day Thirty - Jake 'Hangman' Sersin x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex/cunnilingus; face sitting; Jake 'I Get Hard When I Eat Pussy’ Seresin

Day Thirty- One - A Thank You :)

#Kinktober 2023 #Kinktober Masterlist #Kinktober #Youvebeenlivingfictional's Kinktober 2023

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st4rymoon · 11 months

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𝘖𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘺

₊‧.°.⭐︎⋆₊‧. Poe Dameron x afab Reader

Warnings - s3x with no plot, unprotected sex, choking, pussy eating, soft dom poe, pet names [sweetheart, love, beautiful, baby, doll], scratching, crying from overstim, breeding kink

Your fingers dug into the sheets, legs spread wide as Poe buried himself between your legs. You swear you could see stars from how tight you were squeezing your eyes.

You were usually the one in charge, Poe never had a problem being the one to sit back and watch you ride him.

He loved looking at the way your face contorted from below you, he loved how your tits bounced in his face every time you bounced on him.

But today he decide to ask if you could switch things around and without a second thought, you said yes.

That’s what landed you in the position you were in now, nails scratching at the sheets as your back arched off the bed with Poe between your thighs.

You could hear him moan with each lick and lap as he kept you pinned onto the bed. His arms wrapped around your thighs with a vice-like grip, his tongue dipping in you before he focused back on your clit.

You were a whining mess, your legs were covered in your slick as he ravaged you like a starved man “Feels good huh?“ he mewled. His eyes roamed up to your face, he smiled onto you as he watched you squirm under him.

His name spilled from your lips like a prayer as his tongue circled your clit, he moaned into you, causing the vibrating to make you cry out.

You felt the knot forming quickly inside you. You swear someone could hear you as two of his thick fingers drag down your folds. He watched you intently as his fingers played with your messy folds “pussy loves me huh? Hear how good I make you feel?” He cooed.

The pornographic wet sounds make you whine. Your fingers tangled into his messy locks, tugging harshly as you felt your legs start to shake.

“That’s it, let it out sweetheart let it out” he mumbled to you. His head bobbed and swayed into your pussy as he dipped two fingers into you.

You clenched around his thick fingers right as he pushed them in you. You cried out in bliss as he continued to lap at your puffy folds, your eyes connected with his in seconds.

Your watery eyes made him twitch in his boxers, he couldn’t help but chuckle as you looked at him with pleasing eyes.

“Could do that all day beautiful, love the sounds you make” he groaned. “Poe…” you whispered as he pulled away from between your legs.

“Yeah?” He cooed. You pulled him onto you hastily as your hands traveled down to his boxers “Need you please” you whine.

“Wasn’t that enough?” He teased “I wanna make you feel good” you muttered as you cupped his face and peppered kisses onto his face and lips.

He loved seeing you so needy for him, it made him chuckle at how you pressed him onto your body. “How could I say no” he purred. He pressed sloppy kisses onto your neck, sucking your skin softly before kicking off his boxers.

You were a moaning mess, or better yet just a mess in general. Your hair was all over the place, mascara smeared, and thighs soaked and he didn’t even fuck you yet.

You could tell Poe was satisfied with the way he left you, his fingers trailed down the sides of your thighs, admiring the mess between your legs before he wrapped your legs around his waist.

He moved you up a bit, placing a pillow underneath your back to give himself a better angle. With your legs elevated slightly off the bed it gave him an even better view of your slick-filled pussy.

“Could never get tired of this” he whispered as he kissed you passionately. He couldn’t help but smile when you gave a desperate whine as you bucked your hips out for him.

He rubbed himself between your folds, choking on his words as you coated him in your wetness. He gripped you tight, adjusting himself before he thrusted into you.

Both of you let out a broken moan as he picked up the pace. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he slammed into you with a firm pace. His hands pushed you lower onto the bed, his hands on your pelvis as he fucked himself into you.

You could see by the look on his face that he was lost in you, his hands piercing your skin as he fucked you like his personal toy.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, your body flowing with too much pleasure to feel the harsh grip on you as he fucked you at the perfect angle.

“Pussy was made for me huh? Look at the mess you make with a few of my strokes” he chuckled. All you did was nod and give a pathetic whine, your cheeks were burning from the pleasure coursing through you.

You were looking to your left, bouncing along with Poe’s thrusts as he slammed into you rougher. His hand gripped your cheeks, facing you towards him as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Look at me when I fuck you, I wanna see those pretty eyes drain out of everything they have in them. Not stopping till your begging” he purred.

You moaned at his words, you’d never heard him speak this filthy and you loved it. You clenched around him as he continued to spit his filth.

“You like that? Like hearing me tell you how I like it?”

“Ye- yes yes” you cried, your nails dragged down his back as he wrapped a hand around your throat “No man’s ever gonna see you like this again, you’re mine sweetheart. No one in their right mind would leave such a pretty thing like you” he moaned as he gazed into your eyes.

Your pornographic moans filled the room as he threw your leg over his shoulder, giving it to you in a new angle as he fucked into you even deeper.

You cried in pleasure as his cock hit deep in you, he was making a mess out of you. His v-line was coated in slick, he watched the way your body reacted to his.

He loved watching the way your tits bounced with each of his thrusts, picking up the pace whenever he leaned onto you to feel them on him.

“F- I- Poe-“ you sobbed as you felt you felt your 2nd orgasm spilling over the edge. “Cum baby, go on doing so good for me. So good” he cooed as he let go of your neck and cupped your face for a kiss.

“I lo- love you” you whined as he picked up his pace “Love you too sweetheart, so much. So fucking much” he seethed.

Poe always had a way of making these moments so intimate even when he’s fucking you like his own blow-up doll. He never made you feel used, he always muttered sweet praises into your ear making sure you knew how good you were doing or how much he loved you.

You screamed out his name, it felt like you were floating, sinking into the bed as he began to rub your clit mid-way through your orgasm. “I- oh m- too m- much” you whined.

“Take it you… can take it” he purred “f- fu-“ you couldn’t get a single word out. The feeling of his cock filling you to the brim, feeling each vein and curve as he fucked into you was intoxicating.

Your hands tried pushing him back by his abdomen as the overstimulation began to make tears stream down your face. Poe scoffed at your actions, pinning your hands onto your stomach as he thrusts into you harder.

You were a mess, your eyes rolled back while you bounce along and whine as he fucked you. “Yeahh baby feels so good huh? You look so fucking pretty while I fuck you brainless. Could do this for hours” he smiled.

Your fingers dug into his arms, a sense of relief washed over you when you noticed his pace get sloppy. You didn’t know how much more you could take, it was too much to take for one round.

“Fuck, gonna fuck a baby into you, make you mine.” He moaned. He could feel your walls fluttering against him, the look on your face making him twitch as you cried out in pleasure.

His thrusts became sporadic as his hands held you close. He quickly switched positions as he sat back and pulled you onto him, putting you on top of him as both of you were chest to chest.

He pulled you into a sloppy kiss as he moaned into your mouth. He cried your name out, praising you for how good you felt, how sweet you tasted, and how you were made for him.

“M- my love, love you so fucking much” he was muttering nonsense as he fucked his cum into you. The sound of both your cum mixing made you clench as you felt his warmth spill into you.

Both of you settled onto each other, his hands wrapping around your waist while he peppered kisses all over your collar bone and face “You did so well” he hummed as he laid both of you onto the bed.

Neither of you thought about cleaning up the mess both of you made. You just cuddled into his chest as he moved your hair out of your face.

“I love you so much”

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One Man Wolfpack

Din Djarin x Cassian Andor x Poe Dameron x F!Reader (but this time we’re focusing on reader x one of these guys 👀)

Part three of What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist

Author’s note: So I realized that I love the dynamic of this little trio too much to stop writing for them so here’s a part three! Reading the first two parts in necessary to understand the dynamic/background these three have with the reader.

Summary: One of the three men decides to take a trip take a trip to The Big Bang to see Nova by himself, causing a rift in the friend group.

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, no one knows Din’s name, this part is very much focused on one of the men in particular, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), blowjob, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, pet names, dom/sub vibes, small argument between two characters, no use of y/n

Mando walks the streets of Coruscant alone and on a mission. Never in a million years did he think he would be going to The Big Bang alone but here he is, making the trek to the lower levels on a rainy night.

He stops at the front of The Big Bang and takes a deep breath. He’s nervous… but why? He doesn’t have Poe to tease him or Cassian’s feelings to worry about so why is he feeling this way?

He enters the brothel and the lobby is packed tonight. He has to push past people and slide by them. He turns heads of course. A Mandalorian in a brothel is a sight to behold. He keeps his gaze down to the floor as he makes his way to the desk where Salva is standing again.

“Mando, how nice it is to see you! And you’re alone this time. Looking to be serviced tonight?”

“Yes… Is Nova available?”

She raises an eyebrow at your name. She’s surely surprised that Mando’s here to see you alone without the other two.

“Well isn’t tonight your lucky night. She’s available now.”

She moves out from behind the desk and holds the curtain aside for Mando.

“Same room as last time. Pay before you leave!”

He mutters a quick “thank you” before sliding past her and into the hallway. He stops at your door and gives it a quick knock. You answer the door adorned in black lingerie just like the first time he came here.

“Mando?” you ask, blinking a few times at the sight of him, partially in disbelief, “Are you alone?”

“Yes,” he says nonchalantly, stepping into your room, the door closing behind him.

“Oh okay,” you say, “Not that I’m complaining though,” you quickly add.

It’s a little awkward without the other two. The three personalities bounced off of each other harmoniously; Poe’s charm, Cassian’s affection and Mando’s weird shy but dominant nature. Despite the bickering, the three of them work well together. So you decide to turn up the charm.

“So Mando… what are you in the mood for tonight?”

“On your knees. Now.”

There it is; the dominant Mando coming out at the flip of a switch. You do as you're told and sink down to your knees, face to face with the massive bulge in front of you. He pulls his cock out and you’re reminded of how much you struggled to fit in your mouth last time. You look up at him with wide eyes, asking for further instruction.

“You know what to do,” he says sternly.

You take a deep breath and take him into your mouth, jaw opening wide enough to accommodate his girth. His gloved hands move to hair, keeping a tight grip on it as you suck his cock. His moans, low and modulated, slip out from underneath the helmet. You feel a little giddy inside knowing that you got Mando to crack, that you can pull these lewd sounds from him.

One of your hands goes to cup his balls and that’s when he starts to curse under his breath. You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock before returning his full length back into your mouth. You feel his balls tense up in your hand and you now he’s close. And sure enough he cums hard, holding your head in place in the process. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes just like last time but you try to blink them away as you swallow his cum.

“That’s right, cry while you suck my cock like a good girl,” he says, the stoic visor fixated on you.

You finish swallowing his release and pull him out of your mouth. You rise from the floor and open your mouth to ask what’s next but he places his hands on your waist, pushes you towards the bed and says, “Hands and knees.”

“Y-yes, Mando,” you say shakily, completely overtaken by dominant Mando.

You slip off your underwear and unclasp your bra, tossing them on the floor before getting on the bed. You prop yourself up on your hands and knees like you were told and wait for him. You hear his gloves hit the floor and feel a finger tease your cunt. You shudder in anticipation and arch your back a little more, sticking your ass up for him.

“Getting a little needy, aren’t we?”

You whine in response. He chuckles a little bit before sliding a finger in, leaving it inside you completely still.

“Mando, please,” you beg.

“You want more?”

“Please.”

“Fine,” he says, curling his finger against your walls.

It feels so good but it’s not enough to cum. You need more.

“More, Mando. Please,” you whine.

“What was that?”

“I need more.”

“You have to say it.”

“I need more of your fingers, Mando. Please,” you beg.

“Good girl,” he says, just as he pushes another finger in.

He stimulates your g-spot perfectly and you feel yourself getting close. Your knees start to feel wobbly beneath you and you haven’t even taken his cock yet. Your orgasm arrives and your cunt clenches his fingers as you cum, contracting and releasing in rhythmic waves.

He pulls his fingers from you and slicks his cock with your wetness before entering you without warning. Your breath hitches in surprise and you do your best to take his size. His hands grab your hips and pull you into him as he pounds you. His cock hits the deepest angles inside you as he thrusts in and out, burying his cock deeper with each movement of his hips.

Your orgasm washes over you, the muscles in your core contracting and releasing erratically and this new and more intense orgasm. Your cunt flutters around his cock and pulls his own orgasm from him. Meaning that he just came inside you. You feel his warm release coat your insides before he pulls out. You collapse onto the bed and he remains standing, putting his cock back into his flight suit.

“You came inside me,” you say quietly.

“And?”

You sigh, “Nothing, I guess.”

He kneels on the bed by your face and asks, “You have an implant don’t you?”

“Well yes but-”

“Then take my seed like a good girl.”

“O-okay,” you say with shaky breath.

He gets up to leave and you roll over on the bed and watch him go.

“Until next time, Mando.”

He responds with a tip of his helmet and then he’s gone. He feels just as good as he did the last two times he came, maybe even better since he came alone this time. He walks down the lobby and stops at the front desk to pay. Salva greets him with a knowing smile and says, “Two hundred and fifty credits this time, Mando,”

He takes out the credits and makes sure to leave a nice tip. He did cum inside you after all. Salva wishes him a good night and he turns to leave. But he’s stopped by a familiar face.

“Wow, didn't think you’d come here alone, Mando. Stella and I had a great time. Who did you see?” Poe says, cheerful as ever.

Mando’s silent for a moment before he speaks.

“Nova,” he says.

He watches Poe’s face go from a cheeky grin to a frown, the look of betrayal evident on his face.

“Nova?? She’s like… a boy’s night out thing only.”

“She’s a prostitute, Poe,”

“I can’t believe this,” Poe says, turning to leave and shaking his head as he walks out.

Mando stood there in the lobby not even fully understanding what he did wrong.

Poe however heads straight back to the docking yard where he boards his ship.

“BB-8, I need to send a transmission to Cassian Andor on Ferrix,” Poe says, still fuming.

“Cass, I need you to meet me on Coruscant as soon as you can. It’s about Nova and Mando. We’ll talk more once you get here. I’ll be at the same docking yard as last time.”

Cassian receives the transmission and B2EMO plays it for him. His mind is spinning with possibilities as to what Poe meant. But deep down in his gut he knows that probably means Mando went to see Nova by himself. The jealousy seethes inside him as he prepares for his journey to Coruscant, anxious to meet Poe and get this straightened out.

As for Mando, he walks back to the Razor Crest with at least one thing straight; he had a good time and that’s all that matters to him.

Part four: And We’re the Three Best Friends that Anyone Could Have

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