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the-witheredroses · 4 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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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 months
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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸
there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.
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day one | sore
stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage
day two | don't smile
steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink
day three | stuffed
devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole
day four | a little fashion show
best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie
day five | stay still
peter parker + bondage
day six | hold up, let me record this
jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape
day seven | the palace guards
guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship
day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them
mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism
day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut
tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie
day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you
poe dameron + somno thigh fucking
day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself
matt murdock + secret office sex
day twelve | nothing more than a toy
rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with
day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me
boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex
day fourteen | open your fucking mouth
dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink
day fifteen | tiny
miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference
day sixteen | the wall between us
cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding
day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me
spencer reid + aftercare
day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows
brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping
day nineteen | ring ring
sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating
day twenty | window
perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism
day twenty-one | say yes
fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness
day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that
bucky barnes + anal
day twenty-three | double check
dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation
day twenty-four | maroon
vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink
day twenty-five | i want you
pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment
day twenty-six | teamwork
pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang
day twenty-seven | my little flower
din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming
day twenty-eight | hysteria
doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine
day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight
werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking
day thirty | magical mimic
eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation
day thirty-one | you can’t put it in
stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob
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im-poe-dameron · 3 months
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THE HEART OF A SHIP
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a/n: this fic is a result of wine and rewatching the force awakens. honestly my brain always short circuits whenever oscar isaac comes on screen. so i had to do something. it was meant to be small, but i literally couldn't stop writing so it became this. it's an idea that has been lingering in my head for awhile, i just had to let it simmer for a bit. and now it's fully cooked.
summary: you and poe were inevitable. two asteroids set on a course to crash into one another. a celestial event that would happen whether you wanted it or not. you just never expected it to happen so soon.
word count: 3.4k+
pairing: poe dameron x f!reader
warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, alcohol consumption, love confessions sort of??, poe being romantic as fuck, p in v sex, guided masturbation, biting, sex in an x-wing, sex in a public place, unedited but we live and die by the fucking pen.
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Intoxicating.
That was the only way you’d describe him. The only word that ever did him justice. He was the human embodiment of an Antakarian Fire Dancer. You got hammered on it one year after two glasses of the amber liquid, proceeding to forget half the night yet eager for more. Nothing could describe the man before you better. It simply wouldn’t do him justice. He was the itch beneath your skin that you could never satisfy, the reason you stood there now.
A glass of that amber liquid in both hands.
He’d disappeared from the celebration. An hour in from congratulations and happy faces, you watched him leave when no one was looking. And you did nothing to stop it. You knew he wasn’t one to relish in the joys of battle well done. Always intent on focusing towards the next thing—the next fight. It’s how you knew Leia would make him General, why he was so good at leading, at keeping the people he loved safe.
“Leaving without saying goodbye is rude, you know.”
He jumped slightly where he stood, his back to you, a holopad in one hand and a tool in the other. Of course he’d be here, fixing his X-Wing in silence. His own little ritual. You couldn’t count how many times you found him here after a fight, finalizing the last few checks before he caught some sleep. If he slept at all. Poe always seemed to be on the move no matter the time of day—a constant in the Resistance even when everyone else seemed to have lost faith.
“I said goodbye,” he joked, head turning slightly to see you come around, the holopad getting traded for a glass. “Just couldn’t see you in the crowd.”
You smiled. “You’re a shit liar Dameron.”
“I know.” He took a sip, winced, and laughed—the sound practically lighting you up inside. Igniting you like a fucking lightsaber.
“What’s the damage report?” 
“Nothing I can’t fix.” He glanced back at the scraped up hunk of metal he loved more than anything. The amount of care he put into keeping her going was admirable—if a little insane at times.
But he was right. The damage was nothing he couldn’t fix.
“Are you sure you don’t need help?” The smile still played on your lips, eyes alight and aiming to start something you wanted him to finish.
Poe caught onto it quicker than you expected. He could see it before you followed him out of the celebration. A promise that lingered in the air from months of longing looks and timid words. Something inevitable and real. So much so that you were willing to bet everything that he felt exactly the same way you did.
You wanted each other. That was clear from day one. But doing something about it became difficult when war was a constant and lives were put in peril on the daily. Poe didn’t want to leave you broken beyond repair if he never made it back. Just as you didn’t want to do the same to him.
The fucked up thing about it though was Poe would mourn you either way. He’d live his life half a man if you never graced him with your presence again. If you weren’t around to smile at him from across rooms and laugh at his shitty jokes. He was pretty sure he’d already started. Being away from you was like a poison he constantly had to take, a pain he didn’t want to endure. And if it were up to him…he’d choose you every time.
No matter the consequences.
“You ever been in an X-Wing before?” he asked, trying to see past the bits and pieces of the ache that hurt you both.
You rolled your eyes and Poe felt his chest tighten. “You know I haven’t. I’m not pilot material.”
“Sounds like bantha shit to me starlight.”
The name you’d heard so many times before echoed differently to you now. You wanted to break through its meaning and find the promise within. The antidote to this fucking ache that stuck to your chest. You wanted to rip it out and grind it up. You wanted to finally take what you desired, relish in the feel of calling him yours without the pain of knowing what came next. The both of you were trying to save your emotions—protect yourselves—but there was no use.
Poe had found a home in your heart and he was there to stay.
“Come with me.”
When it came to him you had no choice but to listen, following dutifully behind in a haze of want. He climbed up the ladder on the side of his ship, plopping down into the seat with the grace of a pilot who’d done it a million times before. The movement now muscle memory at this point. Whereas you clambered up—buzzed on one drink—nearly falling into the cockpit. He grabbed your arm at the last minute, helping you slowly maneuver your way in, until you were perched on this lap.
The seat was barely big enough to fit him let alone you as well. And yet…you’d never felt more comfortable. He pulled you back slightly, hands pressed to your hips, chest snugly placed against your back. With every intake and exhale of breath, you felt him move. Felt his body shift. If you focused, you knew you would be able to feel his heartbeat. The rhythmic thump you’d grown accustomed to.
“Now—“ He precariously balanced his glass on the dash. “Your hands go here.” Covering your hands with his, he showed you how he’d position himself if he were flying. The cold touch of the buttons and knobs beneath your fingers sent electricity up your spine. “These are to shoot.” Another shift. “And this is to aim.”
You sucked in a breath. “Seems complicated.”
“Not at all.” His fingers slid up your arm, chin coming to rest on your shoulder. You tried to remember how to take a single breath. “You just have to understand how the ship works. How she moves, what she likes.”
Your breath hitched, body leaning into him more, and finally you felt it. The wall holding both of you back crumbled to the ground. All that remained now was the will to finally do something about it. So you let his hands guide you, watching in anticipation as they moved to your own body, pressing your palms into your stomach.
“There’s always a heart of a ship,” he murmured, moving your hand down. “A pilot guiding the way.”
“Poe…”
"After all, we've got to guide the ship back home." A soft whimper left your lips, your nails digging into the meat of your thighs to contain yourself. If the cockpit of his ship wasn't so fucking small, you had no doubt you'd be spread on his lap, lips connected to his already.
He grinned, his lips brushing across the back of your neck. “For me…” He stopped right above the hem of your pants, your fingers aching to finally delve down further. “That’s always been you.”
The alcohol had all but burned out of your system from how warm you were. His touch guiding yours seemed to have lit something in the base of your stomach, causing it to spread outwards. And you needed more. Your head fell back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as he pressed your hand beneath the coarse fabric of your pants. The feeling of him cupping your mound—using you all the while—sent a jolt across your body; a soft moan falling free past your lips.
“Maker starlight,” he said, his voice hoarse with desire. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He wasn't wrong. You could feel yourself dripping the longer he spoke, his words affecting you more than you anticipated. Ever since you first met, Poe always held a power over you. A reminder that no matter how many times you tried to rid yourself of him, no matter what you did...he would remain burned into your soul. He'd be part of you until you drew your final breath in this galaxy.
"It's cause of you," you gasped, your fingers and his sliding through your slick. Running along the lips of your cunt, skimming past your clit entirely. "Oh—"
The scrape of his teeth along your neck nearly did you in entirely, the plea hanging off the tip of your tongue in anticipation. He was toying with you. Playing you like a fucking instrument and listening to your melody. Drowning in the sounds you made—the ones he dreamed of. If there was a life after this, a fated place he could go to rest, he'd want it to be here. Crammed into this cockpit with you on his lap, the feel of you sliding through his fingers and the echo of your voice breathing his name sweeter than the alcohol you had handed him earlier.
Poe would do whatever he could to make this moment last just a minute longer.
"Need you."
He kissed the junction where your neck and shoulder met, fingers still guiding yours through your own heat. "I know you do starlight. But you're gonna cum for me like this first." Your sweet little gasp ripped him a part. He had to squeeze his eyes shut to stave off nearly coming in his pants. "Let me guide you."
You nodded and spread your legs as wide as they could go in the cramped space. It wasn't very far, nor did it give him space to do what he really wanted to do to you, but it would have to do for now. The noise of the celebration in the distance only grew louder as people consumed more alcohol, the joy bleeding into the air. But you couldn't give a shit at that moment about why they were happy, or even what occurred before today.
You were lost to the depths that Poe pulled you into.
Heat spilled between your fingertips, a sticky mess starting between the two of you, but that seemed to only drive him forward. He pressed down, sliding your fingers into you with ease, his delving in right beside you—stretching you in a way that had your back arching. Wrapped his arm around your waist, he kept you still, his chin set on your shoulder and chest heaving with controlled breaths. A way for him to keep the last bits of his sanity as he felt your walls clamp around his fingers.
"Fuck baby," he grit between clenched teeth. "You really did need me huh?"
Nodding, you felt him press even further, fingers searching for something.
"You're gonna make a mess on me." Pumping his hand, he felt your body shudder—your mouth falling open as a ragged moan echoed in the ship. "Gonna take me so easily. I'll slip right in."
You burned from the inside out. A searing heat pulling tight across your body until you could nothing but fall into it. There was no fighting against that aching bliss, no running from what you wanted, what you dreamed of. Poe was intent on breaking you apart right there on his lap, and he'd watch with a smile on his face as you spilled yourself between the rough pads of his fingers. As you made a fucking mess on his lap.
"C'mon baby," he muttered, curling his fingers forward and nudging against something blinding. You cried out, hand grasping at his wrist to either pull him away or keep him right there. You couldn't tell at this point. And he smiled. "Is that it?" Rubbing against the spongy patch along your walls, he felt your entire body lock up, a whimpered sob breaking from your chest. "Yeah. That's fucking it."
You tried to warn him, his name a garbled echo of nonsensical letters on your tongue. But he already knew. His hand sped up, practically pushing your fingers out of the way as he gave you everything you wanted. Poe was certain that he wanted this more than you, that deep down he needed to know that you came because of him. That he was capable of turning you into a sobbing mess.
The echo of his pained grunt was loud in your ears, his hips pressing up into you to relieve the pressure of need he felt, and that's what did it. The knowledge that he was as gone as you were. That he had always wanted you.
Your walls fluttered around his fingers, a splintered moan falling past your parted lips as the pleasure spilled over. And he buried his face into your neck, a broken sound of his own muffled by your warm skin. He fought against finishing, biting into your shoulder as he worked you through your release. Adamant to make this last for you—to drag you to the Maker and back with a sated smile on your face.
Eventually you couldn't take it anymore, pleasure bleeding into pain, and you dragged his hand away. A breathless sigh of his name shooting right to his cock.
Without knowing it you had broken him for anyone else. Obliterated his ability to ever see someone the way he saw you.
You and your beauty. Your ability to render him speechless, breathless, and at your fucking mercy. For so long he was the ship lost in space with no sense of direction to lead him back to something real, a purpose. But then you settled into his heart. You became his pilot, guiding him through the never-ending void of space. You kept him afloat even as the weight of the galaxy threatened to drag him down, happy to watch him crash and burn in as so many others had done before.
"That was new," you giggled, hand reaching back to run through his hair.
He smiled, his heart twisting in his chest and fingers still covered in your slick coming to grip at your hips. "To think..." Pressing your ass down against his hard cock, he felt the breath hitch in your chest. "We could have been doing this the whole time."
"W-What a loss," you breathed, that now familiar all encompassing need filling your veins once more.
As if he knew your body so well already, he began to pull at your pants, helping you strip yourself to the best of your ability. The soft clinking of his belt echoed loudly in the cockpit and for a moment you were sure that people in the distance could hear it. But that thought quickly left your mind the second you felt the hot skin of his cock pressing against your lower back—his precum wet and sticky now smeared against your skin. Saliva filled your mouth, the ache pulling at your chest, clawing its way to the surface.
You didn't simply want him. That was too small of a word to explain the feeling in your body. You breathed for him. You lived for him. Poe was the blood that streamed in your veins, the reason your heart beat the way it did. Because it beat for him.
"Say you want this," he grunted, grinding against your skin, his fingers digging in harder than before. Until blood nearly pricked at the surface.
"Yes." The word was out of your mouth before he could even finish speaking. "Maker, I've wanted this for so long."
A growl hit your ears, his nose pressed into your back as he lifted you slightly, and you felt like you would rip to shreds if he didn't hurry. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding into you with slippery ease. And you pressed back against him, desperate to feel him sink into you fully. To be stretched out around his cock. Poe choked on his breath when your warm heat encompassed his throbbing length so suddenly, nearly throwing him off the edge entirely.
"Fuck starlight. You're gonna have to give me a second."
Your lips curled up into a grin. "Yes, General."
For a moment Poe could only process the breaths he took, the word entering his already blank mind. It wasn't until a searing heat shot up his spine at the sound of his title leaving your lips, did he fully understand. His hips pushed up into you, forcing him to sink just a bit deeper. You clutched at the side of the ship, your eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. The position had him pressing right along your walls, the underside of his cock grinding blissfully against you.
"I used to think you had no idea." He pushed you up slightly until his cock was halfway out and he glanced down, moaning at the sight of him covered in your slick. Only to pull you back down hard. Your choked cry was like music to his ears. "Didn't know what you do to me. How my whole fucking body belonged to you."
"Poe—"
He repeated the movement, smiling at the noises that came free. "But I was wrong."
A pressure quickly built in the base of your stomach, threatening to destroy you. And you chased it. Meeting his thrusts, you fucked yourself on his cock, hands pressed to the dash in front of you and back arched to find the perfect angle that made your toes curl in your boots. Ragged breaths filled the space, accompanied by broken moans and stunted grunts. Each one louder than the last as you both took and took and took, until the very edge of bliss mounted in your bodies.
He gripped the back of your neck, hand fisting at your hair as he pulled you back roughly against his chest. And you fell into it. Whining his name when he grinded up slowly, your walls clamped down around his cock. You could barely see straight through the burn of tears that glazed your eyes, a fucked out expression painted perfectly on your face. And Poe wished he could see you from where he was, catch a glimpse of the way your eyes rolled back, neck on display for him to bite.
"You know exactly what you do to me, starlight." His mouth fell open in a silent moan when his balls drew up painfully, cock throbbing along your walls. He quickly shoved his hand into your slick, fingers locating your clit with ease.
"Maker—" You heard him bite out your name like a prayer he couldn't get out fast enough. A plea for you to give him everything you had, everything that made you who you were. "I'm— Fuck I-I'm—"
"Yes," he groaned, using his other hand to cup your chin and pull your lips to his. Finally kissing you after years of dreaming it would happen. "Fucking give it to me baby."
His tongue licked into your mouth, swallowing every sound you made with ease. The feel of his lips against yours shoved you towards your release. A muffled cry of his name echoing in his mouth as your body went taut, thighs quaking as you gushed on his cock. He choked, mouth open and panting against yours, following you instantly and spilling into your cunt—filling you until you were sure it was dripping out of you and gathering at the base of him.
"Yours," he sighed against your lips, thumb running along the top of your cheek. "'M yours."
The twist of your heart brought you down from your high, your eyes fluttering open as he stared at your kiss swollen lips, the way his spit smeared along your bottom one. You expected him to take it back once he slipped out of you. Surely this was nothing but a dream, a moment in time that may never happen again. But in his eyes you saw devotion. You saw the inevitable future that was always bound to happen.
"Me too."
He smiled, nose brushing against yours. "Guess we're stuck with each other starlight."
"That doesn't sound too bad to me, General."
He tsked under his breath, fingers coming to grip your chin—brown eyes flashing up to meet your gaze. "You're causing trouble."
You grinned, grinding on his softened cock that was still buried deep in you. "And if I am?"
The feeling of his cock twitching inside you, slowly growing hard with interest. "Hands on the controls baby." He nipped at your bottom lip. "You know what to do."
A soft flutter filled your stomach as you followed his direction. Taking the lead in a dance that you were now familiar with. With Poe everything came with ease, as if you'd gone through it with him hundreds of times over. And guiding him home was just the beginning.
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psychosith · 4 months
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Just Admiring
Din Djarin x reader, Poe Dameron x reader (seperate)
summary: you’re touching up your appearance in their visor and they sit back to admire you
warnings: fluff? idk
a/n: this is based off a request by @raechu11, though i altered it a bit to include my boy poe cuz i feel like he doesn’t get enough love😔 another rushed piece but y’all already know writers block is hitting me like a cement brick rn sooo
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Din Djarin
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You’re on a supplies run on Coruscant, sleep deprived and sore after a thrilling mission in the outer rim. Din had gone to a weapons shop a few blocks away, and you were getting some medical supplies for your kit on the ship. After picking up some bandages and bacta, you headed to the rendezvous point, a nearby cantina.
The atmosphere in the cantina was loud and distracting, but you managed to snag a quiet booth in the corner where Din found you a few minutes later. He slid into the seat next to you and you two ordered something to eat. Well, you ordered something to eat. Din insisted he wasn’t hungry yet still offered to pay for your meal.
The food was nothing spectacular, as to be expected in a dingy cantina like this, and it was messy. Sauce spilled out onto your plate and eventually, your face. You searched around for a napkin and found one to wipe your mouth with. “Alright,” you say, turning back to Din. “Ready to head out.”
Din hesitates a little, before gesturing to where his mouth would be. “You have a little…” he says.
“Oh,” you say. Your face flushes red as you turn away in embarrassment before an idea pops into your head. You turn to face Din and glimpse yourself in the oddly reflective visor of his helmet.
You swipe at the bit of sauce on your lip and reach into your pockets and grab a tin of lip salve. Facing back towards Din, you apply the salve and take another few seconds to fix your hair, generally touching up your appearance. Din doesn’t move once throughout this entire endeavor, it seems he’s transfixed. You can hear a soft laugh from Din’s helmet, and his shoulders shake slightly to accompany the sound.
“Something funny?” you ask. His head tilts slightly as he relaxes and lets himself live in the moment.
“Not at all. Just… admiring.”
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Poe Dameron
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(omg the way hes looking at the person in this gif someone sedate me)
The last strike against the Empire had been entirely unsuccessful. You had lost valuable men and resources that day, and it was time to do damage control. General Organa was coming down to your base to help, and there was roughly five minutes until you would be meeting with her. Unfortunately, you had also just gotten back from a small dogfight with a couple of imperial TIE fighters on one of this planet’s many moons. You and Poe had managed to take them all down, but now you were sweaty and flushed from the exertion. You were sure you had a bad case of helmet hair and you had no time to change from your suit.
Poe offered to walk you to the meeting, still in his flight suit and helmet still on. When you’re finally at the door to the meeting room he offers some words of encouragement. “Don’t be nervous,” he says with that trademark smirk, “I’m sure you’ll survive.”
“Wow, thanks,” you respond, sarcasm heavy in your tone. “How do I look?”
Without thinking, you start looking into his helmet visor and smoothing out your flyaway hairs. You comb through your hair with your fingers and start to impulsively flatten your tousled flight suit.
When your eyes unfocus from your own reflection, you meet Poe’s warm brown ones. His eyes dance across your features as he looks you up and down, and all of a sudden you become sheepish at the thought of him watching you. “What, do I have something on my face?”
“No,” he says. His hand moves to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I was just admiring.”
“Oh,” you say.
“You look beautiful.”
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the-little-ewok · 6 months
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An Unorthodox Method
Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Rating : 18+/E
Word count : 7600 (ish)
Warnings : It's the one bed trope!, Lil mild angst, lots of teasing, Poe being an adorable little shit, mentions of Poe having hearing problems/being partially deaf in one ear, fluff, banter, SMUT, PIV, fingering, marking (love bites and nail marks), praise kink if you squint, illusions to cum eating, mentions of oral f- receiving, overstimulation if you blink, aftercare, very brief mention of casual sex/one night stands.
Summary : All you want is a hot shower, some clean dry clothes, and to crawl into bed. What you absolutely do not want is Poe Dameron in that bed with you.
@campingwiththecharmings thank you so much for this request! I'm so excited to finally do the one bed trope for Poe! I hope you like it.
Special thank you to @mandinlore for the beta 😘
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The rain hammers a steady ping ping ping on the window as you and Poe stand in the doorway to the room, your clothes soaked and sticking uncomfortably to your skin, your shoes leaving puddles of water.
"You have got to be kidding me!" You groan as Poe laughs.
You had been looking forward to a hot shower, a nice warm bed, and at least a good few hours of peace and quiet. The last part had already been thwarted by the fact some error in the hotel booking meant you only had one room with no others available, and now to add insult to injury there was only one damn bed.
"Well, this is going to be fun!" The pilot chirps happily from beside you, walking in to dump his bag on the chair and leaving wet boot prints in his wake.
Climbing into bed with the resistance's best looking pilot, who you were, if you were honest, a little bit in love with, did not constitute as fun. In fact, after the day you had spent with him, it was the very last thing you wanted to do.
Poe was always, and had always, been chatty, but today he seemed to have turned all his dials up to maximum. He'd talked non stop, made unfunny jokes, inappropriate innuendos that with anyone else you suspect he wouldn't have gotten away with, and done just about anything he could to make himself the most annoying person this side of the galaxy.
For what reason, you had no idea. You had started to suspect perhaps he had realised your warm feelings towards him, and maybe this was his way of making you hate him so he didn't have to let you down, and honestly, you might think it was starting to work.
Trudging into the room, your boots squelching with each step, you place your bags down, resigned to your probably sleepless fate.
"You want the bathroom first?" The pilot offers, despite the fact he's worse off than you, having given you his jacket to hold above your head the moment the downpour started. It hadn't helped much after the first few minutes, but you had been grateful for the shelter anyway.
You don't really register his question, your thoughts lost as you finger the worn leather coat remembering the way his scent clung to it, invading your senses as you splashed through the flooded streets.
"Hey," you look up to find the pilot watching you, his brow furrowed. "You okay?"
You drop the jacket onto the dresser, giving him a smile and a nod.
"Just sick of listening to you."
Poe snorts with laughter, grabbing the hem of his shirt and peeling it up over his head. You purposely busy yourself pulling out some dry clothes from your pack , not allowing yourself to peek, although it's a difficult battle.
"There's nobody you love listening to more than me," Poe states, thankfully not seeming to notice your internal fight of keeping your eyes off him.
You sigh, somewhat thankful his annoying cockyness is a distraction from his semi-nakedness. Picking up your sleepwear and wash bag you head towards the bathroom, trying to ignore him. Poe however gives you no quarter, trailing along behind you.
"So what exactly are the sleeping arrangements going to be?" He asks.
Frowning you turn around, your eyes deciding to flicker over his bared torso before meeting his gaze. Even the smallest glance is enough to get blood rushing through your veins, and you can feel heat blossoming across your cheeks.
Ignoring the feeling you gesture to the bed with a raise of your eyebrow.
"But what if you snore?" The pilot asks, clearly not noticing your desire to leave the room until he's decided to put some clothes on.
You pull a face, not quite understanding his issue when he's half deaf from the war anyway. The explosion that had damaged most of the resistance ships had permanently damaged his eardrums, which Poe liked to use to his advantage when he decided he wasn't going to listen to someone, although you think he hears far more than he lets on.
"Poe, you can hardly hear out of one ear as it is! Just sleep on your good ear and you probably won't hear a thing out of the other one."
He folds his arms stubbornly. "I'll hear if you're right next to my head."
"Then you are more than welcome to sleep in the bathroom once I'm done," you offer, stepping into the tiny fresher.
"Nah, I'd rather sleep in the bed. But what if you steal the covers?"
"Then you can take them back."
"What if you cuddle me in your sleep?" He fires quickly.
You give him a withering look, trying not to think about pressing your body against his, keeping your eyes trained on his face.
"Oh trust me Poe, I won't." In fact you will do everything possible not to touch him, just for your own sanity.
"But you might. I'm very into consent and if I'm asleep-" he pauses mid sentence, opening his mouth and then closing it again before leaning against the door frame. "Actually scratch all of that. I absolutely give you consent to do whatever you like to me."
The pilot grins at you and you feel a familiar surge of heat through your body, collecting and coiling in your abdomen. Combined with your patience finally snapping, it's the last straw. You slam the bathroom door in his handsome smug face.
The lukewarm shower really tops off the day.
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"I've been thinking" Poe starts the moment he exits the bathroom, after loudly complaining through the door about you using up all the hot water.
You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh, the hope that he would have calmed down and go straight to sleep evaporating. You are grateful however that he's at least finally put a shirt on.
"That must hurt."
"Oi!" He protests with a shocked expression, that at least brings a little smile to your lips. He grins at you, letting you know he took no offence at your words.
"As I was saying," he continues while you lay out his clothes to dry, the ones he dumped in a wet pile in the middle of the floor. "I've been thinking, and I know what's wrong with you. I want you to know it's okay."
The way his voice suddenly goes so gentle makes you look around. The pilot holds out his hand, wrapping his fingers around yours as he pulls you closer, holding your gaze steadily. You hope he doesn't notice the way your breath catches, or the heat blazing through you that makes your hands clammy.
"It's okay to be nervous," he continues, while your mouth goes dry. "I know spending the night with me is a lot, and it's going to be so difficult for you to keep your hands to yourself, but we are going to get through this together, and you'll be able to tell everyone about it when we get home."
You snatch your hand angrily out of his while the pilot bursts into laughter.
"Grow up and get in the damn bed!" You growl, climbing into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin and turning over away from him, your heart thundering in your chest. How, even when he was joking, did he manage to get so damn close to the truth?
"Why do you want me in bed so badly, huh? Thinking about late night cuddles?" You hear the pilot ask, feeling the mattress sink with his weight.
"No. When you're asleep, you're not talking," you bite out, still stinging from the embarrassment of your reaction when he was just being his usual annoying self.
Poe ignores your hostility and you feel him shrug.
"Listen, all I'm trying to do is tell you that we could eliminate some of this sexual tension. Well, if you wanted to."
Sexual tension wasn't exactly what you would say was between you, but there was always certainly something, although with Poe you imagine he had that with everyone. With you though, your feelings for the pilot ran a little deeper, not that you'd ever dare speak those aloud. The last thing you needed was the "it's not you, it's me" speech, especially if his behaviour was to drive you away. Best to let sleeping dogs lie.
You run a hand down your face with an exasperated sigh. "There is absolutely no sexual tension, Poe. What there is, is murderous tension."
Poe lets out an exclamation of excitement.
"Oh my favourite kind!"
You bite the inside of your cheek to stop a smile, lest you encourage him to continue.
"Please Poe, go to damn sleep," you whine, pulling the pillow from under your head and pressing it against your ear, trying to block out his incessant rambling.
"I will if you admit it."
"Admit what?" You groan, frustrated. Why can't he just shut the hell up and let you get through this?
"That you've thought about us."
"Poe I swear-" you take a deep breath, grabbing the cushion with one hand, rolling over with the intent on smothering him into silence. You're surprised to find the pilot on his side, almost nose to nose with you in the small bed.
"You've seriously never thought about us kissing?" Poe interrupts.
"I…I…" you’re thrown by his closeness, by his long lashes and soft smile, by the damn doe eyed look he's giving you.
You know there's no shutting him up until you tell him what he wants to hear so you take a breath. It wouldn't exactly be news to him, Poe knew just about everyone had considered kissing him at some point or another. The man did come with a reputation for having a rather skillful mouth after all.
"Fine! Maybe once or twice. Now go to damn sleep!" You growl, annoyed at him, and yourself.
The shit eating grin he gives you is enough to make you turn back over, tucking the pillow under your head and shutting your eyes tightly, as though that alone might drown him out.
"I knew it," he gloats with a happy sigh, clicking off the bedside lamp.
You grip the pillow, considering the option you still have of smothering him.
Thankfully he's quiet from that point and infuriatingly asleep in less than five minutes. You can feel the mattress move with his slow steady breaths.
Glancing over your shoulder he's laid out on his back, one arm tucked under his head, his lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he dreams, his full lips open with a soft sigh.
Turning around again you punch the lumpy pillow, trying to get more comfortable.
You will not think about kissing him. That was a one time thing. Okay, maybe three or four. Well maybe more… a lot more. You're determined tonight for once, you will not fall asleep thinking about his mouth on yours, you will absolutely not think about his lips on your skin, or his fingers caressing your breasts…
Someone suddenly shakes you and you open your eyes groggily, the room swimming and blurred as you blink sleep from your vision.
"What the hell?" You grumble, looking up at the pilot with his sleep tousled curls, still half asleep himself, one eye still shut and the other half open, bathed in the soft moonlight glow that sneaks through the blinds.
"You said my name," he mumbles, voice still sleep gravelled. "You alright?"
Flashes of his mouth sealed over your nipple, his tongue darting out to lick a path down to your navel, your hand gripping his hair, his mouth between your thighs.
Oh no. You absolutely did not have a sex dream about him. Not now, not here. Please no!
"You must have dreamt it," you swallow, desperately trying to play it cool. If Poe heard you while he was dead asleep, then you must have been loud. You feel the heat prickling the back of your neck.
"No, I definitely heard you say Poe," he insists.
"Well even if I did I'm fine so you can go back to sleep," you insist, shifting your legs restlessly. You're too warm. Well not just warm, burning hot, sweat cooling on your skin, an uncomfortable ache between your legs that screams of unsatisfied desire.
"You sure? You sounded a bit…breathless?" The pilot asks again, genuine concern in his tone. Although you can barely see him in the dim lighting you can still see the frown pulling his brows together, both eyes now open and studying you. You really don't want him to press any further. Even his voice brings back flashes of the dream, sultry whispers in your ear, his tongue lapping at your folds, the cry of his name from your mouth.
You swallow again, pushing the thoughts away.
"Really, I'm fine. Must have been a nightmare if it involved you anyway."
"Ouch." He holds his hands over his chest, collapsing back onto the mattress as though you wounded him, giving a long drawn out dramatic death rattle.
Pulling up the covers you throw them over his head with a laugh.
"Go back to sleep, Flyboy."
Laying back you shuffle as close to the edge as you can, putting as much distance as possible between you and the pilot. You wonder if it would be better for you to stay awake, just in case your dreams come back to haunt you. You absolutely wouldn't get away with saying his name a second time.
"It's okay you know," Poe speaks suddenly into the darkness as you lay rigid beside him. "If you were dreaming about me. I wouldn't mind."
You can't help but snort with laughter at that.
"You wouldn't mind if anyone dreams about you."
"True," Poe admits. You feel him shift and even though you can't see him, your eyes staring up at the ceiling, his gaze burns you.
"Let me rephrase. I'd like it if you dreamt about me." He continues.
When you don't turn to face him or grace him with an answer, you feel the shift of the mattress again as he lays back.
"I'm sorry," he sighs, and for once it sounds genuine, not a hint of playfulness in his tone. "I thought this would cheer you up. It's been a long week and you've just seemed so… I don't know. Not yourself, like you're bottling everything up. I figured maybe if you were thinking about how annoying I was, or making you laugh and fight with me, it would give you a bit of a distraction and an outlet, but I get it, maybe I took it too far, even if it is the truth."
It had been a long week, the longest in fact. While the mission itself had been a success, you had seen a lot of the First Order's destruction in the process, and it was worse than either of you had realised. You'd felt melancholy for days, the sights you've witnessed replaying in your mind. You hadn't noticed it much at the time, too lost in your own thoughts and angry that he was so loud that it was impossible to hear yourself think, but the more you think about it, the more you realise what he's been doing — trying to make you smile, keeping you distracted, making you focus on anything but what's happened. All you've done is complain to him about it.
Guilt twists hard in your stomach.
How typical of Poe to try and be helpful in the most unconventional way.
Part of you wants to reach for him, to cuddle him tight against you and thank him, to tell him you're here for him too if he needs someone. The other part keeps you rigidly pinned to the mattress, afraid to move in case so much as a finger brushes up against him, unsure if you can hold yourself back with the lingering memory of the dream.
"You mean the truth is that you really are worried I snore?" You ask, trying to break the unbearable tension.
His answer is the most serious he's sounded all day. There isn't a trace of humour, of teasing, just a tiredness, the kind that comes from pretending to smile all day, the kind that signals a surrender.
"No, I could live with that. I mean the dreaming part. I'd like it if you dreamt about me."
"Oh." You can't find anything else to say to that, your heart hammering so loudly in your chest you're sure even through his damaged ear he can hear it.
The ongoing silence suddenly feels heavy, like a crushing weight on your chest, the truth feels like lead in your belly. Poe hasn't made a single noise in a while but you get the distinct feeling he isn't asleep. You wonder if he's laying still too, muddling through his thoughts.
You can't take back your behaviour towards him but you can at least give him something in return.
"Poe?"
The response is instant, "Yeah?"
You take a breath, swallowing hard, your fingers twisting into the sheet at the edge of the bed, nervously gripping them.
"Every day," you whisper quietly.
"Huh?"
You feel a slight shift as he must turn to look at you.
You clear your throat, staring hard enough at the ceiling that your eyes start to burn, repeating yourself louder.
"I said every day. I lied earlier. It's not once or twice. I think about kissing you every day. I have for a while," you admit.
A sudden blinding light obscures your vision, making you cry out in surprise and squeeze your eyes shut against the sudden intrusion. Coloured lights flash behind your eyelids and you have to blink a few times in order to see anything.
When the room comes back into focus Poe is sitting bolt upright in the bed, staring down at you, the bedside lamp illuminating his head like a synthetic halo.
"You were dreaming about me!"
With a groan you grab the pillow and hold it over your own face, deciding if you can't smother him you could just smother yourself instead, which seems like the better option than actually having this conversation.
You feel the pillow tug back gently, but you hold fast, refusing to give it up.
"Come on, let go and talk to me. You've said it now." A grunt of effort and a hard tug on the pillow before Poe sighs. "I'm not going away so you're either going to suffocate or talk."
"Then I'll suffocate," you mumble into the pillow, already regretting saying anything.
"You know I can't hear you right? Come on." This time he tucks his fingers under yours and peels them off the pillow cover until it falls halfway off your face.
"Better," he smiles, letting go of your hands to remove it entirely. "Why are you hiding from me?"
"I don't want to see your smug smile about how right you are," you glare, trying to hide your embarrassment that you've blurted out exactly what you've been trying to conceal from him. Once more, Poe takes your attitude in his stride.
"I've thought about kissing you too, you know? In fact I've thought about kissing you at least four times since you woke me up." He gives a shrug, like you should know that, like it's completely utterly normal for someone to think about kissing you that many times in the space of ten minutes.
You bite your lip, familiar tendrils of desire reigniting in your belly. Your body, still clearly on edge from your illicit dream, thrums with tension.
"So why haven't you done it yet?"
Poe rolls his eyes, as though the answer is obvious. "Clearly I'm building up the sexual tension for it!"
You're done letting him have the upper hand in this. In a surge of confidence, and to stop the smug look on his face, you wrap your hand around the back of the pilot's neck, before you pull his lips to yours. You feel Poe's brief smile, probably of victory, against your mouth before he kisses you back.
It's soft at first, almost sweet tender kisses, short and playful, getting to know each other. He kisses your top and bottom lip, he gives you tiny pecks of affection, he licks playfully at your bottom lip.
Effortlessly he shifts his weight over you, slotting himself between your thighs as though you were made to fit together. His tongue licks into your mouth, slick and hot, sliding against your own as he presses his body against yours, your kisses descending into something much more passionate.
Maker, the rumours weren't wrong. He is good at this, better than good actually, infuriatingly good. You can't even find any fault to tease him about.
You tangle your fingers in his curls, tugging gently and causing the pilot to moan into your mouth. You give a shiver of desire at the sound, your mind filled with thoughts of how you can draw it from him in other ways. Poe's mind seems to be on a similar track, his hips grinding against yours, pressing himself against your core and causing you to let out a gasp of surprise at the jolt of pleasure.
Perhaps there was a little sexual tension after all.
The pilot pulls away, his chest heaving, eyes dark and lips kiss swollen, his curls messy and tousled from your fingers.
"Fuck, sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away so quickly," he apologises, swallowing hard as he clearly tries to get a handle on himself, holding his body off yours, allowing a brief respite for you both to collect yourselves.
"I don't mind getting carried away," you admit, still feeling feverish with his closeness, your mind filled with the fantasy of your dreams. You raise your hips, pressing up against his clothed length, making the pilot let out a choked moan of surprise before his eyes darken.
"Well in that case," he grins, recovering all too quickly. Desire coils in your belly and before you can drag his mouth back to yours, in true Poe fashion, he continues talking. "Why don't you tell me what I was doing in this dream of yours?"
You give him a coy smile. As if he's going to get it out of you that easily.
"Fulfilling my deepest fantasy," you answer as Poe licks his lips, eagerly leaning forward to listen.
"Oh yeah? What fantasy might that be?"
"You were quiet for a whole five minutes," you sigh dreamily. It takes a second to register with him before he leans back bursting out laughing. You can't help but start to giggle yourself.
"Okay, I deserved that!" He laughs. "My methods may be unorthodox, but they work!"
He was entirely correct in that him being his usual annoying self was exactly what you had needed as a distraction, although you're sure there were less annoying ways to achieve the same means.
"I don't know. I actually considered murdering you at least a few times. Maybe I still will, when you're fast asleep and least expecting it," you warn, running a finger along your throat in a playful threat.
Poe hums, leaning back down over you, caging you to the bed with his arms.
"What exactly makes you think either of us will be going back to sleep?"
Oh.
There's another rush of heat that tingles against your skin, shooting straight down to your aching core. It's not at all helped by the fact Poe leans down to capture your lips, his tongue slipping between your teeth as he moves one hand to grip your hip, sliding it slowly up your body and under your shirt to trail his fingers across your breast.
You moan into his mouth as he rolls your peaked nipple between his fingers, grinding yourself up against him, uncaring of whatever commentary he wants to make as long as you can deal with this rapidly intensifying desire.
When he finally pulls away once more it's hard to get your breath, especially as he continues to steal little kisses from you, his fingers still resting against your skin.
Bracing himself on one arm above you, the other slides down to tiptoe over your hip.
"Do I have your consent to remove these ugly pants?" He grins teasingly, pulling at the waistband of your shorts. They had seen better days in all fairness but you hadn't really considered anyone else seeing them.
"Hey, they aren't that bad! Not like you're the pinnacle of fashion." In retaliation you poke your finger through a hole in the leg of his threadbare sleep pants, making the pilot laugh.
"These are my lucky pants."
You can't help but snort with a roll of your eyes. "That's the stupidest thing I've heard."
Poe raises one eyebrow, a smug smile tugging at his lips.
"They got you into my bed didn't they?"
You scoff, "The hotel management got me into this bed."
"You know what, you're right. Maybe I should go thank them now," Poe muses, his grin turning into a laugh as you wrap your arms around him, preventing him from leaving.
"Will you please just stop talking?" You laugh, wondering how much of the night is even left. You swear if the sun rises and you haven't resolved this, you will combust of need, and you will take the pilot out with you.
Poe raises his eyebrows.
"Well, I would, but you still haven't answered my original question."
You stare at him, trying to figure out what exactly he's talking about before you realise.
"For the love of… Yes Poe, I give you consent to do whatever you want to me as long as you stop dragging this out like a massive tease!"
The pilot lets out a soft chuckle, leaning down to brush his nose against yours, a soft gesture in a stark contrast to what leaves his mouth, "dangerous words, sweetheart."
You almost shudder with the flash of desire that bolts through you, making sharp heat rush across your skin and your pussy clench.
"I need you to make me a promise first though," his fingers slip across your abdomen, resting just above the waistband of your pants. The feverish desire at his touch is overshadowed by annoyance that he's still talking. Maker, you swear he won't survive till sunrise.
"Po-
"I'm going to need you to be loud," he purrs in your ear, cutting you off as his hand slips under your waistband. "I don't want to miss a single noise you make."
Even if you wanted to be quiet, the pad of his finger slipping across your clit causes your body to react in a primal way, letting out an embarrassing loud moan for such a little touch.
Poe chuckles.
"Just like that." He praises, sliding his finger down further to dip into your entrance, letting out a soft groan of his own at how wet you are, before he drags it back up, spreading your slick over your aching clit and making you whine again. "Can you do that for me? Can you be loud enough?"
The best you can muster is a whimper as he slowly thrusts his finger knuckle deep into you.
"Nu-huh," Poe chides, "loud."
A second finger quickly joins the first, stretching your walls and filling you more than your own ever could. This time you arch your back off the bed, chasing the blissful feeling as a much louder groan tears itself from your throat.
"Better," Poe grins. "I heard that one."
You want to smother him, you want to kiss him, but most of all, despite his annoying little smug smile, you still desperately want to fuck him.
You decide on option two, at least for the moment, pulling his lips down to yours.
His tongue licks into your mouth as he thrusts his fingers inside you at a leisurely pace, swallowing each whine and moan you give at the pleasure skittering and coiling in you.
Poe curls his fingers, pressing up against that spot inside you, making you pull away from his kiss to throw your head back in pleasure, a loud groan of his name escaping. You're half expecting him to make some sort of cocky comment, but Poe seems as lost in this as you are. He drops his head to press open mouthed kisses across your neck, biting and sucking, marking and claiming you as his.
When he works a third finger into you, his thumb brushing against your clit, you come undone. Normally you would feel embarrassed about how loud you are, the way your body shudders and heaves, your pussy clenching hard around his fingers, but the shaky little fuck Poe groans in your ear, obliterates any notion of embarrassment.
As you come down from your high, your body still trembling from the aftershock, whining as he slips his fingers from you, you realise he's breathing almost as heavily as you are, his breath coming out in short pants as he looks you over.
"I need to fuck you," he growls, clearly struggling with his own needs.
You're already nodding before he gets halfway through his request. Whatever he needs, whatever he wants, you'll give it to him without hesitation.
He all but tears your pyjamas from you, making short work of removing them and throwing them across the room, before his join the unceremonious pile on the floor.
This time you allow yourself to look, you allow yourself to take in his broad chest, the little scars crisscrossed with a larger one, old and new, your gaze trailing down across his abdomen to the line of hair that guides your eyes down to -
"Are you done admiring?" Poe's amused tone makes your eyes snap back up to his, your face growing warm with embarrassment that you've been caught staring, although you know he has probably done exactly the same to you.
"I don't know about admiring," you shrug as though your pussy isn't pulsing at the thought of him burying his cock deep inside you. "Think the resistance needs to re-evaluate their best looking pilot status."
Poe simply grins at you, seeing through your nonchalance all too clearly.
"Good to know you like what you see. Tell me, how wet did it make you to see me earlier, all soaked and shirtless?"
"Didn't," is all you are able to punch out as he leans down, pressing his body against yours, rolling his hips just slightly so his hard cock brushes against your slick folds, holding himself at your entrance like the tease he is.
"Really?" He smirks, "Somehow I think you are lying. But alright, I'll get the truth out of you, one way or another." The threat gives you a rush of excitement, wondering exactly how he's going to do that. Not that you're going to let him know that so easily.
"Are you going to keep talking or are we going to-" your question cuts off into a gasp of pleasure as he presses himself inside you, slowly, so you can feel every vein and ridge as he stretches your walls.
"Are we going to what?" He grins.
You slap his arm in reply but there's no power behind it, you're too busy concentrating on the wet noise as he pulls out of you before slowly pressing back in, making you whimper in need. The first time your pussy clenches around him it's involuntary, the second time it's just to enjoy the little groan the action draws from the pilot.
"Stop," he warns, his head dropping to your shoulder, clearly trying to steady his breathing as you clench around him a third time, just for fun. "Taking it slow."
"You don't have to take it slow," you assure him. For a moment you think it's sweet he's considering your comfort but you're more than ready for this.
"I want to," he grits as you clench around him again. The tone of his voice lets you know he's digging his stubborn heels in and nothing will change his mind. Even so you need more than he's offering. This has gone on too long, the tension is too much, the need drumming through your veins screams to be sated.
You whine, you beg, you plead, you drag your nails along his back and arch your hips against him, but he doesn't give. He rocks into you slowly, achingly slowly, maddeningly slowly, and for all your initial protests you enjoy every second of it.
The pleasure builds just as slow, each roll of his hips winding the cord tighter and tighter until you're sure you can't take any more, and then it pulls further. You can't do anything but surrender to the bliss it offers, raising your hips to meet his in the hopes his resolve will eventually break.
"You're incredible you know?" He pants against your mouth, sweat beading at his hairline, his curls sticking to his forehead, his eyes hooded and glazed. "Not just at this, but this too."
All you can do is stare at him, somewhat dazed, wondering how he's even thinking in coherent sentences right now, let alone speaking them. Somewhere your subconscious registers his words and it accompanies a host of butterflies in your belly.
"Just you, exactly as you are. You are incredible," he repeats, only this time it comes with a much harder thrust. You arch against him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your head drops back against the pillows.
"Poe, please," you beg, unsure if you are able to take much more. Clearly neither can he, his name on your lips undoing his patience. He wraps his fingers around your thigh, hoisting your leg up over his hip as he sinks deeper into you, picking up the pace.
His hips slam into yours, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh, accompanied only by his curses and praises that fall freely and loudly. For all his requests for you to be loud the pilot's own moans are enough to drown yours out.
Working a hand between your bodies you press a finger to your clit, rubbing tight circles around the hardened nub as Poe angles his hips, pressing up against the blissful spot inside you. Your whole body almost arches up off the bed with the combined pleasure catapulting through you, an almost screamed curse fighting its way out of your throat.
Poe groans low and shakily, barely holding his own climax back, his thrusts becoming messy and mistimed.
"That's it baby. Fuck wanna feel you cum, wanna hear you," he groans, completely wrecked.
That's all it takes. Your orgasm hits suddenly and brightly, your whole body writhing and stiffening as the pleasure overtakes you, coursing through your veins like lava, making your vision go white as you tremble through it. Poe had wanted to hear you, but the purely feral noise you let out, you wouldn't be surprised if the whole damn hotel heard you. You're sure Poe would probably enjoy it if they did.
It's almost too much for your oversensitive body to feel Poe thrusting into you faster and harder, chasing his own end, babbled curses and praises falling from his lips. You shake with overstimulation when his hips stutter, emptying himself deep inside you, your nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders as you cling desperately to him, your thighs trembling, chest heaving as you try to catch your breath.
Poe half collapses on you, letting your leg down slowly as he presses soft kisses to your neck, against every love bite he's given you in the heat of the moment. You suspect there may be quite a few questions when you get back to the base tomorrow. Turning your head you press a soft kiss to his cheek, making him lean up to look at you.
"Better than you dreamt?" He grins, still flushed and panting.
"I didn't dream about that," you giggle breathlessly, shaking limbs melting into the mattress, sated and tired. Poe raises his eyebrows, letting out a thoughtful hum before he suddenly pulls out of you, making you whimper and immediately miss the feeling of him inside you.
Shuffling down your body he presses a soft kiss between your breasts. You frown at him, confused by his sudden movement and how he still has so much energy. How is it you're a wrecked mess and he's still acting like he can go another ten rounds? Why can't he just be still for one second?
Another kiss to your ribs, first the right side, then the left, moving slowly down, before he pauses, looking up through his lashes at you.
"You didn't dream about us making love?"
You go to make fun of his choice of language but before you have a chance he licks a hot stripe down to your naval, making your breath catch with the sudden rush of pleasure. You're starting to question if he's able to read your thoughts, if he knows the truth of your dream already. Perhaps you had said more than just his name in your sleep?
"Nope, not about us," you breathe unsteadily, trying to hold yourself back from begging anything from him again. You suspect you know what's coming next and honestly, you're not sure if your body is able to handle it, barely over your first two climaxes. Still you weren't about to give in to his questions, he'd never shut up if you admit it. "Told you, I wasn't dreaming about you."
"You are a terrible liar," Poe states, his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them apart. The rush of cold air against your heated flesh makes you gasp and the pilot smirks, his eyes flickering down to your swollen cunt, leaking with your combined climax before coming back to you, a devilish grin taking over his face.
"'Whatever I want to do to you' still stand?" He asks.
All you can do is nod mutely, a fresh wave of need building despite your exhaustion.
"Good," Poe grins, pinning your thighs to the mattress, preventing you from moving. "Because I'm going to get the truth out of you my way."
He does exactly that. He drags the truth out of you to every question he wants answered and more, twice with his mouth, then again with his cock, reducing you to a babbling trembling mess, willing to tell him whatever he wanted to know, and he's infuriatingly smug about it.
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Poe had been surprisingly tender afterwards. He'd carefully cleaned you up, brought you a glass of water, massaged your sore muscles, before he'd finally pulled you into his arms, holding you close against him.
Of course you had known Poe was kind, of course you knew he took care of the people he was close to, even those who only spent the night with him. There were enough stories around the base to give you a general idea of that, but for some reason you can't place this felt different, it felt intimate.
What surprised you more than anything was how quiet he was now. Appart from a few murmured words about how good you had been for him, and to check you were alright, he hadn't said much at all. It was almost unnerving after his behaviour all day. Really if you had known this would have shut him up you might have jumped on him hours ago. But now, the silence seems worrying.
"You okay?" You ask, your head still against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat as his fingers draw mindless patterns against your back.
"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just thinking…maybe we can do this again? Sometime soon? Be in the same bed I mean." The pilot asks. He doesn't sound like the cocky confident Flyboy you're expecting. If anything he sounds a little unsure of his own question.
You won't give him the satisfaction of the enthusiastic yes that tries to escape. The last thing you want out of this night is to become some regular casual hook-up. Poe wasn't exactly known for keeping long term relationships, citing the fact it was too difficult during the middle of a war, which you suppose you could understand. He was at least always very clear about that with whoever he got involved with.
Equally you don't want to say no. You want this, him. You want the moments of passion and quiet, you want the teasing and fights, you want more in whatever way you can.
In the end you go for the middle ground, giving him an option of more, while closely guarding yourself against this being a casual fuck.
"Hmm, suppose if you buy me dinner first then I might consider it. I don't make a habit of sleeping with people without dates."
It's disarmingly sweet when he presses a soft kiss to your head, tightening his arm around you. Your chest aches all the more for moments like this.
"Alright. A date it is." You can hear the smile in his voice, sleepy and happy.
You didn't exactly expect him to agree to that so easily, and while it gives you a flutter of hope, you don't quite trust he catches your meaning.
"I said I'd consider, I didn't say I'd agree. I might have other options," you warn, trying to get him to consider what he wants you to be to him.
Poe lets out a soft chuckle.
"You say that like your pretending it wasn't the best fuck of your life, and you're desperate to do it again."
You lean up on your arm to look at him, raising an eyebrow and fixing him with an unimpressed look at his cockyness.
"Tell me I'm wrong," he challenges confidently, "because if I am, then I'm just going to have to keep trying. The aim is to make you fall hopelessly in love with me eventually."
"Through sex?" You laugh, ignoring the now familiar butterflies that tell you he might be closer to his aim than he knows.
Poe shrugs, "through whatever necessary means, as long as I get to keep you as mine."
It's almost a knee jerk reaction to open your mouth and tell him you aren't a pet or property to be owned, but as you meet his gaze you realise you are once more judging him a little too quickly and all too harshly. It's clear he means more than that, his gaze open and vulnerable.
A warm feeling of familiarity, of safety, of something bigger, spreads through your very bones, something that shows there is much more than lust and affection, perhaps for both of you.
Your response is much softer than your initial reaction might have been, had you not taken a moment.
"Take me to dinner tomorrow then?"
"I think tomorrow might be today," Poe smiles, nodding towards the window where the faint pink light of dawn is starting to peek through the drawn blinds. You groan knowing sunrise both means you really should untangle yourself from the pilot and head back to base.
"Well honestly I think I've had enough of you for one day." You tease, pushing yourself off him and sitting up, debating if you can handle another cold shower. In all honesty a cold shower is probably exactly what you need after you make the mistake of glancing down at Poe, still naked, the sheet barely covering his more private parts, his curls messy from your fingers, peering up at you with a half smile.
"We both know you can never get enough of me," Poe states, before he wraps his arms around you and drags you back down onto the bed. He throws one leg over yours, effectively trapping you next to him as he snuggles up close to you.
You don't bother fighting, too tired from the night's activity to argue your way out of his grip. Sighing you sink into the bed, allowing your eyes to flutter closed.
"I knew this would work," Poe hums happily in your ear. You mumble enough of a sound to make him realise you're asking what he means.
"Getting you in a hotel room with me would make you admit you wanted me."
You give another tired hum in acknowledgement before his words finally hit you, and you sit up to stare at him, suddenly wide awake. Poe grins back at you, knowing exactly what you are thinking.
"Tell me this was not some plan to get me into bed!"
Poe feigns a comedic shocked expression, holding one hand to his chest as he stares open mouthed at you.
"Of course not! What do you think of me? Why is your opinion of me is so low that you think I'd go as far to break the ship engine, so we'd be stuck here alone, find the busiest hotel on this planet, specifically book one room knowing the others would be booked already by the time we got here, ask for the smallest bed-"
He doesn't get to continue. Picking up the pillow you repeatedly hit him hard with it while Poe laughs, holding his hands up in surrender.
"I'm joking. I'm joking, I swear," he laughs, grabbing his own pillow and hitting you back. "I'd never purposely break a ship."
"You manipulative little shit,"
Neither of you surrender until the bed is covered with feathers, the pillowcases empty and discarded, your limbs tangled together, lips pressed against sweat salted skin. This time it's you who pries the truth from him, your way.
"My methods may be unorthodox but -" he gets no further before you smack him in the face with your pillow, causing him to dissolve into laughter once more.
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Rating: E for EXPLICIT MDNI 18+
Summary: After a recon mission gone wrong, you attempt to blow off some steam. Commander Dameron interrupts and decides to lend a hand.
Word Count: 2359
Warnings: reader is able-bodied but otherwise undescribed, teasing, masturbation, use of a sex toy, mirror sex, frottage
Author's Note: Happy Birthday to Oscar Isaac! This fic was inspired by this post. Shout out to @beskarandblasters and @catchallfangirl for beta reading. Thank you both for encouraging the brainrot!
It was just supposed to be a recon mission. Spying on a planet suspected of having a First Order base on it. You weren’t planning on being shot at. You weren’t planning on being chased by TIE fighters. When Commander Dameron tells you to fall back, you disregard his order. 
“I’ll just lead them back to the cruiser, to everyone, if I do that!”
“That wasn’t a suggestion! Disengage and fall back! That’s an order!” He shouts. You kill the comms in response and begin flying the evasive maneuvers he taught you when he recruited you to Black Squadron. It doesn’t take long in your T-70 X-Wing to lose the TIEs and jump to hyperspace. You're a good enough pilot that you didn’t take even a single hit. You're better than Commander Dameron, even. Not that he’d ever admit it. 
Once you park on the cruiser, you hop out and begin making your way out of the hangar. You almost make it to the door when he catches up with you. 
“Hey!” You hear from behind you, stopping you in your tracks. You roll your eyes and sigh before turning to face him. 
“Yes?” There is no mistaking the edge in your voice. 
“What the hell were you doing out there?” Another sigh. Another roll of the eyes. 
“I was trying to get my ass out of there, without risking the safety of everyone on this cruiser!” When he huffs out a breath you add, “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I gave you a direct order!” 
You don’t bother answering. There’s no point arguing with him. He is your commanding officer, after all. But he only seems to care about following orders when he’s the one giving them. You spin on your heel and start for the door once more. 
“I’m not finished!” He calls after you. 
“I am!” You call back without turning around, giving him the finger over your shoulder. You smile when you hear him grunt in frustration. A quiet thought appears in your brain. Is that what he sounds like when he- you stop the thought before it goes any further. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Besides, nobody on this ship grates on your nerves quite like Poe Dameron. 
You stew about it all the way to your quarters. When you soap up in the shower you absolutely do not briefly imagine that it’s his hands scrubbing your skin, soaping your breasts, sliding down the curve of your ass. When you get out and dry off, you don���t wonder what his stupid face would look like if he was watching you. When you slip into your bunk you don’t pretend like it’s his fingers, thicker than yours and calloused from doing maintenance on his X-Wing, sliding under the waistband of your shorts instead of yours. You stuff your fingers inside of yourself, not thinking about how his would fill you up better. 
This isn’t enough, you think, pulling your hand out and wiping it on the sheets. You reach into the bottom drawer of the steel table next to your bunk. You pull out the vibrator you picked up at a specialty shop in a market the last time you were on Naboo. You’d hidden it, buried it deep in your pack until you got back to the cruiser. It’s not warm, it doesn’t tremble or throb under your touch. But it gets the job done. 
You toss your blanket off your legs and shimmy your shorts down. You twist the knob on the bottom until you find your favorite setting. You run the tip of it over your clit and a jolt of pleasure shoots through your spine. Fuck, you whisper quietly. You trace small circles with even pressure until you find a rhythm that suits you. You palm your breast with your free hand, fingers ghosting over your nipple. Definitely not thinking about the wet heat of Poe’s tongue flicking it, covering it with his mouth. 
Your eyes fall closed and your back arches off the bed, your mouth hangs open in a silent scream. Your door flies open, banging against the wall and scaring the hell out of you. You scream in surprise and fling your hand towards the intruder instinctively. Before you can stop it your vibrator bounces off the chest of none other than Poe Dameron. His mouth is twisted into a shocked smirk and his eyes widen in surprise when your vibrator, still buzzing, hits the durasteel floor. It rattles loudly, echoing off the walls. 
“Close the kriffing door!” You shout, jolting him from where he stands frozen and staring. You throw your blanket over your head and try to make yourself as small as possible. You hear the door click shut and pull your head back out. Surprisingly, Poe is still standing there, watching your vibrator buzz in circles on the floor. “I meant with you on the other side!” You growl at him. 
“I- sorry.” Is all he manages to get out. He tries to find somewhere else to look but his eyes just flit between yours and the floor. 
“Get. Out.” you say shoving him towards the door. Instead, he bends over and picks up your vibrator. First, he turns it all the way up, then he turns it off. You can see the laughter that he’s holding back and you can’t help but to snicker as well. If there was anyone you wouldn’t have wanted to catch you in this position, it’s him. “What are you even doing here?” you ask, pulling the blanket off your bed and wrapping it around yourself. 
“I wasn’t done yelling at you for almost getting yourself killed today. But, uh, I can come back later. I can see you’re… busy .” You bury your face in your hands and groan loudly as tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You sniffle to hold them back and Poe walks closer to you. He places a hand on your shoulder. “Hey. It's okay. I’m really sorry.”
“Ugh! This is so embarrassing !”
“It’s not embarrassing. What do you think we all do when we go to bed at night?”
“Yeah, well I doubt you’re doing it in front of General Organa.”
He snorts out a laugh and you join him, finally uncovering your face. “Oh, man! Could you imagine?”
“Okay, can you please go now? I promise I’ll let you keep yelling at me tomorrow. I’ll set aside time for it. But, for now, I’d really like to try to salvage what’s left of my dignity.” 
He holds his hand out, the one with your still slick vibrator in it. “I could go,” he begins. You reach out to grab it from him but he pulls his hand back, holding it out of your reach. He leans his head close to yours and whispers in your ear, “or I could stay.”
You let out a soft gasp at the idea. All the things you weren’t imagining before come flooding back to you. 
“We shouldn’t be-” 
“No. We shouldn’t. But I want to, anyway.” He nudges the blanket wrapped around your shoulders and you let it drop to the floor. He tosses the vibrator on the bed and pulls your shirt over your head. It falls to the floor and Poe holds you by your shoulders, drinking you in. “I’ve thought about this a lot.” he says quietly. 
“I haven’t.” You are nothing if not stubborn. 
“Brat." he replies, but he’s smiling. He leans over slowly, capturing your bottom lip between his. You slide your tongue along his, only breaking apart for him to take his clothes off. Once he’s bare he jerks his head towards your bunk. “Get on the bed.” For once in all the time you’ve known him, the authoritative tone in his voice doesn’t irritate you. You climb into your bunk and before he joins you, he walks over to the door. You admire his thick thighs and the jiggle in his plush ass as he does. He clicks the lock and turns back to you, smiling even wider. “Don’t need a repeat of what just happened.” 
“Get over here before I change my mind and finish myself off.”  He crosses the room in two steps, climbing on top of you. The weight of his broad, strong body settles on top of you. The trail of hair below his belly button tickles your mound. He kisses along your jaw and his stubble rubs your skin and it’ll probably hurt tomorrow but you can’t think about that now. All you can think about is his hands on you, his mouth. His cock is pressed between your bodies, getting harder by the second. 
You roll your hips against him, pressing your cunt into the soft swell of his stomach. Poe drops his forehead to your chest and groans, sending vibrations through your body. He kisses down your sternum, torso, and just before he reaches where you are so desperate to feel his mouth, he sits back on his heels. He grabs your vibrator from the bed and turns the knob on the bottom, buzzing fills the air. 
He licks his lips when he spreads your lips apart with the fingers of his free hand. He touches the toy to your clit, but just barely. Your hips jerk up instinctively but he holds you down with his forearm across your stomach. The hunger in his eyes, the intensity of his stare makes you feel self conscious suddenly. You cover your face with your hands, content to just feel him. When Poe takes notice he removes his hands from you. 
“Hey. None of that.” You drop your hands from your face with a sigh. “Don’t cover up. I want to see you. All of you.” 
When you don’t respond Poe stands from the bed. You expect him to start dressing himself, to leave you alone, dripping and aching for his touch. Instead, he walks to the edge of your bed and sits, facing the full length mirror on the wall across. He turns at the waist and grabs your ankle, pulling you towards him. 
“Come here. Sit in my lap.” You do as he asks, settling your ass on the bed in between his spread legs. “I said in my lap.” He throws your legs over his own, spreading them wide. His cock is pressed up against your lower back. You lean your head back, resting it on his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling. Your back is pressed against his chest, sweat sticking your bodies together. He grabs your chin and gently tugs your head forward, until your eyes meet his in the mirror. “Just look at you, baby.” he breathes into your ear. 
You raise one of your arms above your head and thread your fingers through his thick curls. He traces a long line with his fingertips down your arm, down the swell of the side of your breast, down your torso and hip. When he reaches your thigh he grips the meat of it, squeezing tightly. “Look at how beautiful you are like this. Spread open and slick for me.” 
Your breath comes in whining pants now. You ache for him to touch you. To quell the gnawing, throbbing feeling inside of you. As if reading your thoughts, he trails his finger to the inside of your thigh and towards where you want him, need him, to touch you. He ghosts his fingers across your slick entrance, and up over your clit. 
When he pulls his hand away again, you groan out in frustration. “If you’re just gonna tease me, I am perfectly capable of doing this on my own.” He laughs against your neck and kisses your shoulder. 
“Impatient, aren’t we?” He reaches for your vibrator and twists the knob with his thumb. “Such a needy little thing.” 
Finally , he nudges the toy slowly inside of you, savoring the quiet moans that fall from your mouth. When you start to lean your head back again, his free hand grips your chin. He holds you there, facing the mirror, never breaking eye contact with you until the vibrator is nestled deep inside of you. Your walls flutter around the vibrating silicone and you wish it was him that was buried deep inside you instead. 
He fucks the toy in and out of you, watching where it stretches you open. His thumb never stops working your clit. He finally finds it, the spot he was looking for. The spot that lights a fire in your belly. Your moans grow louder and he inches his hand up, covering your mouth. “Gotta be quiet, baby.” You whimper behind his hand as he continues working your clit. “Don’t want everyone to hear how good I’m fucking you, huh?” 
Your legs begin to shake and you can feel his leaking cock twitching where it’s wedge between your back and his stomach. He snaps his mouth closed and breathes through his nose. His nostrils flare in time with your own heaving breaths. Your orgasm hits you like a railspeeder, punching your breath out of you. Your dripping cunt clenches on the vibrator and your moans grow louder behind Poe’s hand. His mouth falls open and he lets out a low growl. It reverberates through your body and you feel the warm, sticky spurts of his own release against your back. It drips down to your ass and you bat his hand away as you near overstimulation. 
Your body collapses against his as you attempt to catch your breath. He wraps his arms around you and falls back on your bed. He kisses your neck and shoulders, rubs his hands over your body until it settles against his. “We should get cleaned up.” He rasps, kissing the crown of your head. “I don’t wanna sleep with come all over me.” 
“Kind of presumptuous of you isn’t it? Thinking I want you to stay?” 
He barks out a laugh and shakes his head. “Brat.” He lands a light swat against your ass. 
He does end up staying the night with you, though neither of you get much sleep. 
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st4rymoon · 6 months
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☆𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶☆
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🕸️ 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
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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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eyelessfaces · 7 months
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.
all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑: dirty talk with santiago garcia
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: face sitting with llewyn davis
𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron
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!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)
(please reblog if you want to help me get more visibility on this lol)
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jake-g-lockley · 10 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. 
 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
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. 
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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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Picklejar Hall Of Fame [June List of 2023]
This one has a little variety (thank the gods).
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Din Djarin
Out Of The Desert - @softlyspector - Ace!Din👏🏼plus👏🏼Ace!reader👏🏼is👏🏼everything👏🏼to👏🏼me👏🏼and👏🏼you👏🏼cannot👏🏼top👏🏼that👏🏼 No because not only did this heal some deep part of my soul that I never knew existed, it cracked that part wide open and left me bleeding in these wild wild streets😭 thank you so so so much for this masterpiece, Becca💜 you have truly outdone yourself with this one👌🏼✨💯
Unfettered - @the-scandalorian - Mark me down as scared and horny when I've read this fic🥵 this one's a doozy so hold on to your bootstraps and your panties🔥
Come and Conquer - @charnelhouse - big bad Mandalorian begging for forgiveness by fucking me senseless? yes. absolutely. sign me the fuck up. top tier👌🏼✨💯
Proposal - @charnelhouse - i don't know why but this has healed some deep trauma in me because I have lost count of the number of times I've seen a man not defending his woman from family members disrespecting her and treating her badly. 10/10❤️💯 kinda spicy tho so do watch out🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Joel Miller
Crush - @softlyspector - Joel Miller with a crush and his family doing everything in their power to set him up is everything to me😭❤️ p. s— Ellie knowing reader long before Joel and Joel finding out the way he did made me howl BECAUSE THAT LITTLE SHIT IS EVIL I LOVE HER
Sunday Rest - @javiscigarette - Quickidy quickly quick in the laundry room? Sign me the fuck up🥵 and lemme just say those pictures of Pedro in that brown shirt are so damn cute😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️
We Don't Have To Talk About It - @lambsigh - no because you had no right to wound me like this and get away with it unscathed😭😭😭😭😭😭 there is nothing that guts me more than the reader reliving the trauma in a current relationship even thought it was a small argument😭 I'm sending you my bill because you're paying for my therapy😭😭
Shattered, But Not Lonely - @nerdytyrantphantom - Y'all, when I tell you that this fic sat me the fuck down😭😭😭 he's so gentle, so attentive, yet so so passionate that it burned my soul🥵
Claimed - @absurdthirst - i don't read a/b/o fics as much anymore now BUT GODDAMN😭😭😭 this right here is just a masterpiece unleashed upon us and I am just so honoured to have shared it with yall😭🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Fake It - @hier--soir - Might suggest keeping a bottle of holy water by your side for this one because this took me straight to the depths of hell and back😭🔥
The Waffle House Chronicles - @softlyspector - It's sweet but it can also be bitter with the evil version at the same time and it guts you right down to the core😭 perfect score across the board once again because you never miss😭👌🏼✨💯
Jack Daniels
French Toast - @louiseabilenewrites - the fluffiest of fluff🥺❤️ this? this right here is the ending we all wanted for him😭😭❤️❤️❤️
Frankie Morales
Girls Night - @toomanystoriessolittletime - If I could be married to this man, that would be great🥺❤️ sex with Frankie? every day? I don't care if my pussy is murdered, I want him😭😭😭😭😭
Javier Peña
You're Already Home - @mellowswriting - FLUFF🥺 FLUFF ALL AROUND🥺❤️ THIS IS SO SO CUTE😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️😭❤️
Going Slow - @ezrasbirdie - if there is anything i would sell my soul for, it is for a man to respect my boundaries and be super sweet and attentive like soft!Javi is🥺🥺🥺🥺 seriously, I am at a loss for this one right here and I don't think anything will ever unbreak me after reading this. 100/10👌🏼 ABSOLUTELY AMAZING✨ *chef's kiss*❤️
Oberyn Martell
Eye Of The Storm - @asta-lily - I was bamboozled. absolutely shell-shocked. by the pure audacity of this man to continue his acts of filth even though there are literally bandits terrorizing the city outside😭 get me a man like this and I will never complain for anything ever again😭🔥
Keep His Seat Warm - @bits-and-babs - "And I would eat you" EXCUSE YOU😭😭😭😭😭😭 please stop raising the bar for real men because it is high enough as it is right now🥺🌶️
Javi Gutierrez
When you watch him fuck his wife - @toxicanonymity - no because I don't care what anyone says, I will let this man do anything to me in front of anybody without a shred of shame in my bones🤧
Dave York
Kill Me Softly - @astroboots - Y'all😭 I swear I've never watched a single second of whatever movie this is from, but it is a Pedro Pascal character so of course I was going to read it. And when I tell you, I was shook by the end of it, i can't😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 spicy as fuck so do be sure you're alone in a safe environment🌶️🌶️🌶️
Poe Dameron
No More Wasted Time - @againstacecilia - No, because why am i only finding this now?😭😭😭 I'm giving tumblr the bombastic side eye for hiding this from me when these fuckers know that I am a sucker for any best-friends-to-lovers fic with Poe Dameron involved😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 dishonour on tumblr, dishonour on their families, dishonour on their cows! but anyway, thank you so much for sharing this with us, love🥺❤️
Opposite Day - @st4rymoon - the things i would do to relive this exact fic right here are unspeakable😭😭😭😭😭😭 100% would not recommend for you to read around anyone🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Did You Mean It? - @jake-g-lockley - my girl. My Girl. *deep inhale* I swear this man is the reason why I'm still single because no one could ever reach his standard🥴🥴🥴
Feels Right -@jake-g-lockley - tell me why i crave this man flirting with me even though I keep roasting him every chance I get. please tell me why I want to live in this fanfic so bad🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Ten, Eleven, Twelve - @foxilayde - okay, this is a sequel to another fic called Nine and boy, when I tell you that both of them ruined the fuck out of me🥵🥵🥵
Morning - @campingwiththecharmings - if i could wake up every morning like this, I would be a morning person🥺🔥
Apollo
Heaven Sent You To Me - @bit-dodgy-innit - I have never been much of a fan of the Greek god himself, but after this? this right here?🥺🥺🥺 I would spend my life worshipping this man if he looked anything like Orestes🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Moon Boys🌙
The Shape Of You - @bit-dodgy-innit - PURE GENIUS✨ ABSOLUTE FILTH✨ it's been so long since i've read a Moon Knight fic but boy did this one ruin me😭😭😭 I never knew Steven could be one spicy motherfucker pun intended until reading this fic and I am not sorry that it ended up here
Moon Struck - @softlyspector - I need to be wheeled into a fucking hospital after reading this because wow😭😭😭😭😭😭 this masterpiece requires you to have at least ten boxes of tissues beside you and you will need to brace yourself to have your soul wrecked, ripped and robbed😭💔
For Science - @projectionistwrites - Okay, this? This is genius👀 I will take any excuse to fuck the moon boys🌙 but this is an interesting one😂 and it works❤️ the spice is intense and absolutely worth the ruined panties. I love how each one of the boys has their own edge and works through their weaknesses BUT DID YOU HAVE TO MISLEAD ME NEAR THE END THERE WITH THE MISUNDERSTANDING?😭😭😭 That was so wrong of you😭😭😭😭😭😭 but it worked out in the end so it's fine🥺✨
Triggers - @davosmymaster - there aren't many Jake Lockley fics that have left a mark on me like this one did🥺
Dead To You - @bibli0thecary - ANGST😭 ANGST EVERYWHERE😭💔 you broke me with this. You'll be hearing from my lawyers because I'm suing for emotional damages😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
First To Burst - @astroboots - My organs have been rearranged by this man to make way for the fictional baby I am going to give birth to after reading this fic🥴 thanks a fucking lot😭😭😭😭😭😭
Tales Untold - @softlyspector - TOP TIER✨ AMAZING✨ SIMPLY INCREDIBLE✨ the soft feeling this fic brings to my soul, paired off with the heavy amount of angst has ruined my soul and I have zero regrets if it ruins anyone else😭❤️
William Tell
Kinktober 22 - @psychedelic-ink - i could fuck him but honestly, whatever is wrong with him is way better so let's get busy😂🔥
Bucky Barnes
Play Pretend - @wvkemeup - sex pollen? I'm in. add in the best-friends to lovers troupe and I will sell my first born child to have this🔥 the angst hit me so damn hard but it was worth it❤️
Want You - @buckyalpine - ain't nobody gonna come between Bucky and his baby and this serves to prove it🥺💖
Freshly Picked - @navybrat817 - this one is part of a series that completely obliterated my panties. proceed with caution :) :) :)🔥
Til Death Do Us Part - @cherienymphe - to say I was not expecting that ending (mainly because I did not read the tags, not making that mistake again) would be an understatement.
A Witchy Kinda Love - @buckys-forgotten-plum - This fic is absolutely adorable but tell me why i stayed for Calcifer than anyone else😂
When Your Kisses Climb - @slyyywriting - babyyy🥺🥺🥺 fucking a love confession out of me is the way to go in an arranged marriage😂❤️💐
Face The Sun - @buckys-darling - The way I wanted to smack this boy with every fibre of my being smh💁🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️ He's got a perfectly wonderful princess waiting for him to shape up and he almost fucks it up for what? I read this so long ago and it came back to me recently and I liked it so so much, don't mind me shitting on Bucky😂 he did good in the end✨
Pull Out - @buckyalpine - I will carry every last one of his children because of this fic... and it's funny because I don't even want kids😭
Andy Barber
Terms And Conditions - @navybrat817 - I saw "Sugar Daddy" and I was immediately sold because yes absolutely I would do anything to have this man spoil the fuck out of me😍
Matt Murdock
Care Packages - @chvoswxtch - oh, this was the cutest thing ever😍 Matt getting addicted to the edible care packages is top tier👌🏼✨ even better when Foggy and Karen kept asking for those ones specifically😂 and their date in lucky was so heartwarming with their light banter and flirting, I was left squealing and giggling in my blankets at midnight🥰 truly amazing work you did here❤️❤️❤️❤️
Sub Space - @farfromstrange - this right here😭 the fluff following the intense session was absolutely amazing❤️ Matt being so worried ended my soul and I'd like it back now please🙃
Miguel O'Hara
Vamp!Miguel O'Hara - @dilfverz - I've yet to watch the movie but the fics flooding my page are too good to resist which is how I ended up right here🤤 you had me at Miguel and Vampire. That's it. That's all you need to say to hook me into fantasy land🔥
Miguel Keeps A Pregnant Anomaly - @buryustogether - I am an anomaly and I volunteer as tribute to be this man's obsession for the sake of the multiverse😭 please let him do what he wants with me
Ride Me? - @winterzsurprise - ride you? ma'am, this man doesn't even have to ask. i will ride till the crows come home😭🔥
Tension - @oharahive - sometimes, i swear the way the feminism leaves my body whenever this man is involved and it's all your fault😭
Uh Huh - @l13 - Getting Miguel to agree with me and make him do stuff for me without complaint is only possible when I'm fucking him? Got it. I'll note that down and highlight it📝
Sugar Daddy!Miguel O'Hara - @neo-nomatrix - i deserve a sugar daddy. i deserve Miguel O'Hara as my sugar daddy. so thank you for sharing him🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
Miguels brat tamer - @neteyamsluvts - "i am not afraid of my own wife" Miguel, shut the fuck up before she fucks you up for being an idiot😂
Scent - @xbellaxcarolinax - lord, forgive me for I have forsaken but how dare you create a man who is so fine and make him obsessed with me so how the fuck was I not supposed to sin😭😭😭😭😭
Happy Wife, Happy Life - @msgorillagripcoochie - this is canon and I will accept nothing else🥺
Love Bites - @xkv - "Mine?" yes, baby of course🥺🥺🥺🥺 all yours🥺 whatever you want, it's all yours🥺🥺🥺
Prompt 4: You're an idiot - @namelessghoulette626 - it's so fluffy and angsty and I am in tears because of you😭
El Trato - @messylustt - Tell me why i am obsessed with this fic🤤 No, because Miguel is such a little shit going hot and cold with her and using the Spanish lessons to get things out of her is peak ✨smitten✨ af.
Gojo Satoru
It's A Kindness, You're Highness - @ushiwhacka - Prince!Gojo being an absolute menace to society and the fact that he's going to rule a kingdom one day is actually terrifying😂 but seriously, this boi being smitten with his future wife and paying her more attention than anyone else was so so cute🥺 AND THEN HE SNUCK INTO HER ROOM GODDAMMIT💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 mans was determined to have her, even before he was allowed to and I'm all for it👌🏼✨
No Heart - @saetoru - He's such a little shit, I love him😂❤️ no because if my man doesn't throw a tantrum because I didn't put emojis in his contact, I don't want him💀
Bakugo Katsuki
Fake Banging - @bfbkg - this was unnecessarily arousing and I hate that he would actually do this😂 but like spicy asf🥵🌶️
Bakugo Stops By - @bfbkg - Bakugo being cute and coming to see his s/o because he's a clingy little shit and he's making it everybody's problem😂❤️
Eren Jaeger
Restrained - @ficsforeren - honestly, Eren is such a toxic lil shit who is a bad influence on my physical, mental and emotional health and this fucker isn't even real😐 your existence has fueled some unknown unsated need I have for him and I am suing for damages😭💔 😭💔
The Last Song - @ficsforeren - i read this a long time ago and i had lost track of it until it floated right back to me because it really was meant to be🥰 I haven't gotten around to finishing it but honestly, I still get hot flashes whenever I think about it🥴🌶️🔥 this fic is a masterpiece and whether or not you are an AOT fan, you should go read it🌹

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Poe Dameron- Come Back to Me
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Summary: The middle of the night before Poe leaves on a mission
Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw, some good ole’ fashioned Poe smut, handjob, p in v (~1.7k)
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Poe is mostly asleep. But you have been woken, again, by his tossing and turning.
You nudge him in the dark. “Poe?”
“Yeah?” He mumbles sleepily.
Your arms are wrapped around him, his back to your front. He’s been restless for an hour now, tucked against you. You rub his chest, hoping it comforts him to sleep. He takes your hand and gently guides it down his naked body, to where you feel him hot and hard. Instinctively, you wrap your hand around him, but you don’t move yet.
"You have to be up early to escort that transport. You need rest. That is the opposite of rest.”
His hips roll his cock through the circle of your hand. “That’s tomorrow’s problem.”
“Very subtle,” you say.
“I’m not trying to be subtle. I’m trying to get jerked off.”
You laugh as your thumb wanders over the tip of his cock, spreading his precum over the silky tip of him. You lean your head down and start kissing his neck, biting at his warm skin. The feel of him in your hand is irresistible. 
“You are so weak for me.” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“Shut up,” you say, laughing.
He pulls your hand off of him and brings it to his mouth. He licks his tongue over your palm, moaning slightly as he teases the spaces between your fingers with his tongue. He sucks on your thumb, then puts your hand back on his cock, hips moving easily through your now soaked grip on him.
You lick your tongue over his ear, shifting so you can suck on his earlobe. His hips move faster and he doesn’t bother to hide his moans. You feel his back muscles tense and shudder just before he grabs your wrist to stop you from moving.
“Fuck, not like this. I’m not coming like this when I have to leave in four hours.” He turns and kisses you sloppily, lips and spit and his front teeth hitting yours as he pushes his weight forward to bully you under him. 
As desperate as you know he feels for you, he still takes the time to play the tip of his cock through your wetness, using his hand to guide himself and keep both of you on the edge until you’re lifting your hips and growling in frustration. 
His chest is sweaty as he lays his weight on top of you, dipping his head to lick into your mouth.
“Please, Poe,” you moan, nipping your teeth against the scruff of his jaw.
 “You’re going to be without me for a week. You should enjoy the teasing while you can.” He slides his warm hand down your body, cupping your thigh and lifting it until your leg wraps around his hip, the other twined around him, your foot brushing up and down his calf.
“I’d enjoy it more if you would put it in already,” you smile.
“Okay, sweetheart,” he says. “Just this once, I won’t make you beg for it.”
The tip of his cock splits you open easily. He licks his lips, his eyes searing into yours.
“But say please,” he smirks.
You swat his ass.
He chuckles, then slowly moves his hips forward, giving you time to adjust to how thick he is. The stretch and fullness are familiar, but he’s so hard tonight, you already know you’ll be sore tomorrow. Still feeling him with you even while he’s gone. 
You move your hips, changing the angle to open up more for him. One last, long stroke and he’s fully inside you, his eyes closing briefly in pleasure, his long, dark lashes resting on his cheeks. His lips find yours again, and he opens his eyes as he kisses you, pumping himself lazily in and out of you with long, enticing strokes.
You have no idea how he has the patience to fuck you like this. He’s as impatient as you, you know he is, and yet has the time to torture you. To drag and pull and push, inch by delicious inch, making you bite his shoulder or scratch your nails into his back, anything to keep from begging him to move faster already. Because if you do, then he’ll just start all over again. He’s learned how to play your body like a finely tuned machine, this process that he’s honed and lovingly perfected. Taking you apart so he can watch. 
That's what Poe wants more than anything, more even than his own orgasm. He wants to watch you melt completely away for him, disappear into the way he makes you feel. He wants to be the air you breathe. The electricity that makes your neurons fire. Just himself and you.
One of Poe’s hands wraps gently around your neck, just enough so he can leverage himself in and out of you. The other holds your hip snugly, keeping you from thrusting your hips faster to take what you’re desperate for.
You moan his name. He licks your earlobe, then behind your ear.
“You’re so wet, baby.” He says, moving out of you slowly, knowing the loss of him is absolute agony for you. “Tell me you’re going to miss me.”
“Of course I’ll miss you,” you say, breathless and empty. “I would’ve told you that whenever you wanted.”
You hold his face in your hands, brush away the sweaty curls dropping over his forehead and hitting his lashes.
“Yeah," he smiles, "I just like to hear your voice when you want to come but I won’t let you.”
He rests the soft, hot tip of his cock inside of you. He won’t let your body roll against him.
“Please,” you whine.
He thrusts back up suddenly, completely, knocking the breath out of you as he starts to snap his hips faster, shutting off your brain completely. The hand that held you still is now helping you meet his thrusts. His name escapes you over and over.
“Love you so much,” he says as he collapses on top you, hips still pumping quick and hard. “Feel so perfect. So fucking good.”
He raises his head. “Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come. Please,” he practically begs. Your hands fist in his hair and you try to stay focused on him. Even in the dark you can see how hot and and needy his eyes are.
He’s fucking you hard now, like he’s trying to drive himself into you permanently, trying desperately to brand himself on you in every way he can. He’s clearly the one who’s going to miss you more while he’s gone because this… this is punishingly good. 
Falling apart in his arms, Poe cups his hand around the back of your head. He holds your forehead against his as you moan, throat burning, body clenching around him so hard he’s struggling to fuck you through your orgasm. The wet sounds of your skin slapping and snapping against each other, echoing against the walls, filling your ears with him, like he fills you everywhere else.
His hips slow and your thighs shake around him.
“Poe,” you sob into his mouth.
“I’ve got you. Right here, sweetheart,” he says, kissing you, his mouth adding to how wet and hot your body is for him. “Can you ride me?”
You nod, but you’re not sure if you’ll be able to hold yourself up. Right now, though, Poe could ask you for anything, anything he wanted, and you’d do it. 
You whine as he pulls out of you, his breath heaving against your cheek. He lays down and you slide over him, your body knowing what to do even as your mind is still too wrecked to think about anything other than the sight and smell of him.
His fingers slip between your bodies, making you shudder as he hooks two fingers inside of you, against your still-sensitive walls. You bite your lip, riding his fingers before he pulls them away and brings his cock up to your wet, aching center.
You sink down onto him, all the way, hands on his chest as you clench around him.
“That’s it, baby. Right there. Doing so good for me,” he says, watching you start to ride him slowly.
You grab his hand, the fingers that were inside of you, and bring them up between your lips, sucking on them as your hips move faster.
Poe whines and bucks up to meet you. You feel him getting close so you lean back slightly, one arm braced on the bed behind you, between his legs and you let yourself ride him faster, your hips loosening so his hands, greedily digging into your thighs, can pull you over and over again.
His breath sobs out of his lips as his hands pull you hard against him. He’s so deep it’s lighting up every nerve ending you have, from your toes all the way up your spine, curling deliciously into a warm heat that makes you bite your lip. A second orgasm catches you before you even realize it.
Poe’s body is taut and sweaty under you. He pulls you down to lay on him, his arms around you, as he comes inside of you and your body squeezes him like you need every single drop to sustain yourself while he’s away.
He lazily keeps pumping in and out as you come down with him, out of breath. Poe kisses you softly, then again.
Your eyes close and you feel your lip tremble.
“Hey,” he nudges his nose along your cheek, feeling the few tears that have tracked down your face, “you’re okay, sweetheart. I’m coming back in a week.”
You nod, not wanting to speak. You hug him tightly, arms around his neck. He laughs, a soft, low sound that brushes across your ear.
“I love you,” he says. “You want to take a quick shower and get a couple more hours of sleep?”
You nod, burying your nose in his hair. “I’ll miss you, Poe,” you say again. “Come back to me, okay?”
“I’ll miss you too,” he says. “And nothing can keep me away from you. Ever.”
You let him go and carefully disentangle from him. He holds your hand on the way to the shower. 
It’s not Poe's first mission away from you, and it won’t be his last. Every time he goes, it’s like you swap a little piece of yourself to each other. Something to hold onto until you’re reunited, and can make each other whole again.
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beskarandblasters · 8 months
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What Happens on Coruscant, Stays on Coruscant
Din Djarin x Cassian Andor x Poe Dameron x F!Reader
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Din Djarin Masterlist | Cassian Andor Masterlist
Summary: Three men stroll into a brothel on Coruscant one night looking for their own individual services. But when you’re the only worker available that night you decide you want to take on all of them at the same time.
Word count: 2.5k
Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, Poe, Cassian and the reader do not know Din’s name, sex work, reader has an alias she uses at the brothel (Nova), foursome/group sex, blowjob, handjob (but not to completion), nipple play, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, no use of y/n
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“No one can know about this,” Mando says. 
“I’m not gonna say shit,” Cassian responds. 
“What are you so worried about?” Poe says, leading the other two men down the dimly lit street, “That your little cult is gonna find out and shun you?”
“It’s not a cult,” Mando sighs. 
“Whatever you say,” Poe chuckles. 
“Do you know where you’re going?” Cassian asks.
“I do, actually. We’re almost there. Just gotta hang a left at this next corner,” Poe says, matter of factly. 
He turns left at the next corner, narrowly missing a giant puddle, and then stops at a neon sign reading “The Big Bang”. 
“I thought you said this was a nice place,” Cassian says, raising an eyebrow at the flickering lights of the sign and the abysmal exterior. 
“It is a nice place! Speaking from experience.”
“You would have experience,” Mando says under his breath. 
“Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” Poe says, walking towards the door. 
The door slides open and the three men step inside. The lobby is actually rather elegant, a stark contrast compared to the exterior and the street it was located on. Dimly lit with sleek black tiles on the floor and a tall counter at the back of the room. A slender woman with emerald robes and neatly manicured fingernails stands behind it, tapping her fingers on the counter mindlessly. Her face lights up when she sees Poe walk through the door. 
“Mr. Dameron! Welcome back. I see you’ve brought some friends.” 
She tilts her head in Mando’s direction. 
“A Mandalorian? Been a while since we’ve had one of those,” she adds with a wink. 
He’s thankful for the helmet, for everyone would be able to see how embarrassed he looks if he were without it. 
Poe rests his arms on the counter and leans forward, shooting her a boyish grin. 
“Got any openings for each of us tonight?”
She looks down on her holo-pad and her brow furrows. 
“I’m afraid only one of our girls is available for the rest of tonight.”
“You’re killin’ me, Salva,” Poe teases. 
“Let me go talk to her and see what she wants to do,” she says, turning and disappearing behind a curtain. She walks down the hallway a few feet and turns left, stopping at none other than your room. 
“Dear?” Salva asks, giving your door a light knock. 
You open the door and greet her with a smile. 
“Yes?”
“I have three clients in the lobby right now. One of them is a regular, Mr. Dameron. I’m not sure if you’ve serviced him before.”
“Can’t say I have.”
“Oh he’s the best. Very good tipper. But none of the other girls are available tonight.”
“Hmm let me take a look at them first.” 
“Of course.”
She steps aside and you follow her down the hallway, stopping at the curtain at the entrance to the lobby. You peek into the lobby and the three men don’t notice you as they talk amongst themselves. Two of the men have darker hair but one clean shaven and the other has full facial hair. But the one that sticks out the most is the Mandalorian in silver beskar, standing with his hands on his belt and rigid as a board. He seems the most nervous out of all of them. 
You put the curtain back and turn to Salva. 
“So what do you wanna do?”
“All of them at once.”
Her eyebrows raise, “Oh really?”
“Mhm. See if they’re okay with that and if they are, send them to my room,” you say, turning and walking back down the hallway. 
Salva shakes her head and chuckles to herself before stepping back out into the lobby. The three men stop their conversation in her presence and fall silent, eager to hear what she has to say.
“Well boys you’re in for a real treat tonight,” she says with a smirk on her face. 
“And that is?” Cassian asks. 
“She has requested all three of you at the same time.”
“Uh I’m not sure-” Mando starts but Poe cuts him off. 
“Fine with us!”
But before Mando could protest, Salva claps her hands together and says, “Great! They’ll be twelve hundred credits!”
Poe pulls the credits out of the pocket inside his jacket. The other two sigh and do the same. Salva collects the credits and slips them into a drawer behind the counter. 
“Right this way!” she says, pulling back the curtain for them. 
The three men follow her down the hallway. Cassian and Din look all around them at the interior whereas Poe stays focused on following Salva. She stops at your door and says, “Well, here she is, boys! You can call her Nova. Enjoy yourselves!”
And with that she walks down the hallway and returns to the lobby. Poe knocks on your door and awaits a response. 
“Come in!” you call sweetly. 
Poe opens the door slowly and steps in. Din and Cassian follow him and close the door behind them. You’re standing in front of the bed that’s in the middle of the room. The bed is adorned with silky red sheets and four posts at each corner with beams connecting across with black curtains hanging. You’re dressed in black lingerie with a matching silky robe that stops at your mid thigh. 
“Well aren’t you a sweet thing, Nova,” Poe says, stepping closer and eyeing you up and down. 
“Why thank you, Mr. Dameron,” you say, feeling your cheeks heat up. 
“You can call me Poe, sweetheart. And this here is Cassian.”
Before he could finish you step closer to the Mandalorian and ask, “And what should I call you?” batting your eyelashes a tad. You’ve never had a Mandalorian client before and he’s certainly got your attention.
“Mando’s fine,” he says stiffly.
He seems nervous. You can’t wait to get under his skin. 
“So how do you want to start?” Cassian asks. 
“You tell me. I’m all yours tonight,” you say with a smirk.
You slip off your robe and watch Cassian and Poe’s mouths fall open. The visor of Mando’s helmet trails up and down your scantily clad form. You hang the robe up on a coat rack across the room before walking back over to the bed and sitting at the edge. Poe walks over and sits besides you, pressing kisses along your neck and sliding a hand up your thigh. Cassian followed suit, placing himself on your other side and fiddling with the strap of your bra. 
“Take it off, Cassian,” Poe mutters against your skin. 
Cassian obliges reaching a hand behind you and unclasping your bra. You slip it off and toss it on the floor, letting both men palm your breasts.
“Aren’t you gonna join, Mando?” you ask sweetly. 
“Yeah c’mon, Mando,” Poe says, removing his mouth from your breast and looking over at him, “I know you can’t take the helmet off but you at least gotta take the gloves off and feel her tits.”
Poe moves to a different spot of the bed to let Mando take his place. He strokes himself at the sight of your naked top half while Din sighs and takes off his gloves, tossing them on the floor as well. He sits beside you and brings a hand to the curve of your breast, trailing his fingers to your nipple and pinching it lightly.
“Don’t be scared,” you say softly.
And with that he pinches a little harder, emitting a small gasp from you. One of your hands moves to the bulge growing in Cassian’s pants. His breath hitches at your touch as you mess with the zipper. He stands up briefly to take off his pants, letting you gain complete access to his cock. You stroke it as he curses under his breath. Din migrates his hand to your other breast, worrying your nipple into a stiff peak between his fingertips. Poe sits beside you watching you grow hornier under Din’s touch and strokes himself. Eventually Din’s hand moves down your midsection and to your groin, pulling at the fabric and grazing the entrance of your cunt. 
“Wow, look at you go, Mando,” you tease just as he slips a finger into your already wet cunt, pulling a sharp gasp from you. You watch the visor of his helmet move from your chest to your cunt and he picks up the pace, curling his finger upwards against your walls. He slips another finger in and your walls expand around the thickness of his digits. In no time, he pulls your first orgasm from you, your cunt clenching around his fingers as you ride out your high. After your orgasm is finished washing over you, you turn to look at Poe and say, “Enough for me. Let me pleasure you.”
The men at your side move as you lay back onto the bed. Poe stands up at the edge of the bed, removing his clothes and bringing his cock right next to your face.
“You gonna suck my cock for me, Nova?” Poe asks, gazing down at your topless form.
“Of course, baby,” you say, opening your mouth for him.
He brings his cock by your mouth and you take as much of his hard length as you can. Your hand fits around the base as you lick up and down his shaft, tongue swirling at the tip, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure and curse. 
Cassian slips off your lacy underwear and spreads your legs, marveling at your dripping cunt. 
“He got you nice and wet for me,” Cassian says, his voice dropping a few octaves at his arousal. 
He pulls off his shirt over his head and spreads your thighs apart, aching to be buried between them already. He gathers your wetness on his hand and slicks his cock before entering you slowly, closing his eyes at the warm and inviting feeling. He buries his cock inside you to the hilt and curses under his breath. His hands grip your hips as he thrusts in and out of you, expanding your walls even more with each motion. 
Din stands on the other side of the bed, watching you suck Poe’s cock and getting fucked by Cassian, your back arched and nipples perked up. His hand finds his cock and he’s stroking himself at the sight of you being pleasured but also pleasuring. 
Your hands move to Poe’s balls as you continue to suck him, feeling them tighten up in your hand. With one last swirl of your tongue around the tip, followed by your mouth enveloping his length again, he’s coming. His warm mouth fills the back of your mouth and you swallow all of it, continuing to suck as he comes down from his orgasm. His hand grips your hair and he pulls your head closer into him, bringing the tip of cock to your throat. Tears spring in your eyes and just when you think you can’t take it anymore he pulls out. 
“Good girl,” he praises. 
But before you can respond you moan in pleasure as Cassian fucks you relentlessly, hands gripping your hips for dear life as he pulls you into him. Your back arches in pleasure and you close your eyes, seeing stars in the back of your mind as the euphoria builds up. Each slam of his hips brings your orgasm closer and closer. You open your eyes and get a look at him, his long hair swaying with each thrust and his chest glistening with a layer of sweat. And damn he looks good as he’s railing you. He brings his thumb to your clit and you’re already coming around his cock, fluttering and convulsing in rhythmic waves. He fucks you through your release, prolonging it even more before pulling out. You reach between your legs and stroke his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him. He paints your stomach in thick ropes of cum and sighs, leaning back on his heels on the bed. You catch your breath from the intense orgasm as well and look over at Mando. 
“What about you Mando?” you ask sweetly, “Let me take care of you.”
Cassian moves to the side of the bed, leaning against the bedpost as you flip onto your hands and knees, arching your back and sticking up your ass for him. He walks to the edge of the bed and hooks onto your hips, pulling you closer to him. You gasp but before you have the time to make a snide comment at his sudden confidence his hard length pushes into you. And for someone as quiet as Mando he fucks you rough. The cool beskar of his thigh armor collides with your skin with each of his thrust. You hear him curse under his breath in what you can assume is Mando’a while he continues to drive his cock deeper and deeper into you. The room fills with the most obscene sounds between your moans and the sound of skin slapping against the beskar. His grip on your hips tighten, surely tight enough to leave a mark but you’re too blissed out to care. You open your eyes for a moment to see Poe and Cassian stroking themselves at the sight of you getting dicked down by Mando. With one last thrust he pulls your final orgasm from you leaving your thighs shaking, barely able to keep you up. He pulls out and cums on your ass and you collapse onto the bed, completely exhausted from the evening’s activities. You hear the other men getting dressed so you flip over and sit upright. Mando’s replacing his gloves and the other two men are sitting on the bed. 
“Thanks for a good time, Nova,” Poe says, “I’ll definitely be back for you.”
“Oh yeah? Bring your friends next time, too,” you say glancing over at Mando and Cassian. 
“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart. Have a good nest of your night,” Poe says. And with that he rises from the bed and walks to the door. Cassian grabs your hand and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles. 
“Goodbye, gorgeous. See you next time,” he says, softly before following Poe. 
And as for Mando he gives you an awkward wave of his hand wordlessly before leaving with the other men. As soon as the door closes you collapse back onto the bed, completely exhausted.
The men walk back into the lobby and stop at Salva’s desk. “Well, did you enjoy yourselves?” she asks cheekily. 
They let out a collective “yes” and she chuckles.
“Good. Would anyone like to leave a tip?”
Each of them pulls out various amounts of credits from their pockets and hands them to Salva. 
“Thanks, boys. Have a good night!” she says, waving goodbye as they leave.
“What did I say, guys? I knew you were gonna love it,” Poe says smugly as they step out onto the street.
“Yeah that was something alright,” Mando says, “But no one can-”
“I get it. No one can know. What happens on Coruscant stays on Coruscant,” Poe says, clapping Din on the shoulder.
Din sighs and the three men walk back to the docking yard, already thinking about when their next trip to The Big Bang will be.
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End note: That was my first time writing any kind of group sex so lmk what you think!!! 🖤
Part two: Is That a Blaster in Your Pocket or Are You Happy to See Me?
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Wasted On You
AN: No one asked for this but it came to me, and I wanted it so, hope y'all enjoy lol.
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In which Poe is a handsy, overly-affectionate drunk.
Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,863 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: alcohol consumption, kissing, frottage/thigh riding, semi-public sex, soft!Poe, sub!Poe (if you squint), fluff, PDA, cursing, Poe being the adorable menace that he is. AO3
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The spotchka sloshes out of your glass as you clink it with the others at the table, the sounds of raucous laughter and general gaiety filling the room as everyone celebrates the Resistance’s latest win. It’d been a big one, one that had been fought for long and hard; years of sleepless nights and an innumerable number of undercover missions later, it was finally over. Everyone was thrilled, of course, but none more so than Poe Dameron. 
You take a sip and smile as you watch him cheer, his elation and relief obvious. He’d been neck deep in the middle of it all as the General’s right-hand man, taking charge of at least a third of the missions that had gotten all of you to this point; if anyone deserved to celebrate, it was definitely Poe. 
It’s why you haven’t tried to pull him away yet, why you haven’t stopped him from drinking jet juice like it’s water. You know you probably should but…he’s just having so much fun, and you can’t bear to be the one that ends it. He’s definitely sloshed, laughing at the dumbest things and stumbling around like a baby that’s just learning how to walk. It’s been pretty amusing to witness, if you’re honest.  
You watch as the people he’s been speaking with move on, clapping him on the shoulder as they head toward another group that’s taken up residence in the back corner. Once he’s alone, he sits quietly, smiling softly to himself for a moment, before his brow suddenly furrows in confusion. He looks around, an exaggerated frown on his lips as he searches for something. When his eyes meet yours, his smile returns, wide and a little dopey, as he stands to his feet and unsteadily shuffles over. 
You chuckle when he plops down onto the chair beside you, his arm draping over your shoulders as he leans in so close, his nose bumps against your cheek. 
“There you are, sweetheart,” he drawls, his voice raspy from all the cheering and screaming. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 
An involuntary shiver runs through you at the roughness of his voice, conjuring memories of the other times he’s sounded like this for you (his forehead pressed to yours, breath puffing against your lips as he pushes into you again and again—). He pulls you closer, his lips brushing your cheek as his other hand falls to your knee. 
“Maker,” he groans, kissing his way over your jaw toward your ear. “Baby, you smell delicious.” 
You tilt your head slightly to better accommodate him, your chuckle a little throaty. “I do?” 
He hums, pushing his nose against the side of your neck and breathing in deeply.  
You chew your lip, eyes darting around the room as he resumes kissing you, this time on your neck, the hand on your knee slowly inching its way up to your thigh. 
“Poe,” you warn, squirming a little in your chair as you halt his hand’s upward progression with your own. “We’re in public.” 
He grunts, nosing aside the collar of your shirt to nip at your collarbone. “So?” 
Your chuckle morphs into a whine as he worries a mark there with his teeth, arousal pooling in your gut at the mild sting. He groans into your neck when your fingers find their way into his hair, curling around the soft, thick strands. Gently, you pull him off of you, his eyelids heavy, mouth slightly agape as he stares at you. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to the way he looks at you, so much unabashed love and adoration, so much want. Unable to resist, you lean in and kiss him softly on the lips. 
 As you pull away again, you say. “C’mon, flyboy, let me take you home.” 
The two of you say goodnight to everyone before stumbling from the cantina, Poe’s arm laid over your shoulders. Your arm wraps around his waist in an effort to keep him upright, only to have him lean heavily against your side, humming contentedly as he buries his face in your neck again. You manage to get him to the door just outside the living quarters hall before he starts trying to grope you, hand slipping not-so-stealthily toward your chest.  
“Stop it,” you chuckle, rolling your eyes as you swat his hand away. 
He snorts into your neck, his mouth once again exploring the area. “Stop what?” he asks between kisses, lips dragging over your skin. “‘m not doing anything.” 
You hum skeptically, pausing to key the entry code to the door. As you wait for it to slide open, he pulls your earlobe between his lips, his teeth nipping at the edges. Your breath hitches in surprise, and he must hear it because he smiles. You drag him into the hall once the door opens, silently thanking the Maker that everyone seems to still be out celebrating. 
Poe’s quarters aren’t far, and normally take just a few minutes to reach, however, what should be a quick trek is hindered by the fact that a certain drunk commander can’t seem to stop touching you. You fend him off without issue, though, biting back your laughter at the terrible pick-up lines he’s throwing your way. 
“You do know that I can’t carry you, right?” you tease, snorting as he knocks you into the wall with his weight again. 
He chuckles as he attempts to right himself, but only succeeds in making you even more lopsided. “I’m sorry, baby, I can’t help that I am trapped in the gravitational field of your smile.” 
You scoff, shaking your head fondly as you turn the corner to the hall that (blessedly) houses Poe’s quarters. “You’re an idiot.” 
He laughs again, and you grunt as he leans into your side yet again, his breath puffing against your cheek. “Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” 
It’s cheesy, but the truth of the statement makes something warm lodge itself in your heart all the same. 
You’re almost there, can literally see his door as you both plod awkwardly down the hall. He’s quieter now, but you’re so focused on getting him into his room, you don’t think to ask why.  
Without warning, he leans into you again, throwing you off balance and pinning you to the wall with his hips. Before you can scold him, he covers your lips with his own, stealing your words as well as the breath from your lungs. He tastes like a Keshian spice roll, sweet and a little tangy, and you melt into him, your fingers curling into his shirt to keep him against you. His tongue is warm, insistent, as it slides hungrily against yours, coaxing a soft moan from your throat.  
He sighs, grinding against you clumsily as he devours your mouth. His hands are everywhere; on your face, your hips, your ass, his strong fingers gripping and pulling, manipulating your body like he would his ship. You whine as he slots his thigh between your legs, pushing it up against your core, mumbling something about wanting to see you fall apart. You moan at the friction, canting your hips as he pulls his mouth from yours to groan into your neck. Your fingers weave into his hair as you both continue to grind against each other, the pleasure building steadily in your gut.  
“Poe,” you sigh breathlessly, eyes flying open when you remember where you are. “Baby, your room is right there.” 
He grunts in response, his mouth latching onto your neck.  
You open your mouth to respond, then promptly choke on a moan when he shifts his leg, the movement pressing the seam of your pants against your clit.  
“Maker, I love all the pretty, little sounds you make,” he slurs, voice raspy as he pulls back to meet your eyes. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” 
The greedy look in his eyes sends another jolt of pleasure through you, your breath hitching as you cant your hips, seeking your release.
“Poe,” you whine, telling him that you’re close (so close), that you just need a little more— 
He shushes you softly, pressing his forehead against yours, his own hips still rutting lazily against you, and when you come, he kisses you, swallowing your moans.  
The first thing you notice when you come back to yourself is that Poe’s rock-hard cock is digging into your hip. When you open your eyes, he’s watching you, his smile soft, eyes heavy-lidded, still blown wide with lust. 
That’s when you remember where you are. 
Shit.  
Panic slices through you as you wriggle in his hold, trying to push yourself off of the wall (and his thigh). You’re mortified—had anyone seen you? Had they heard? You groan (and not in the pretty way Poe likes), eyes darting around in search of any onlookers. Poe chuckles, nose nudging against yours as he tries to reclaim your attention. 
As you return your attention to your menace of a boyfriend, you can’t seem to stop the laugh that escapes you, clapping a hand over your mouth to stifle the sound. He laughs too, snorting when you place your other hand over his mouth. You smile at each other as your combined giggles subside, Poe’s eyes crinkling a little by his eyes.  
“Let’s get you to bed, commander,” you say finally, fingers toying with the curls at the base of his neck. 
He nods, a little glassy-eyed as he stares at you with a fondness and affection that makes your stomach flip.  
When you (finally) make it into his room, he attacks you with his lips again, licking into your mouth as his hands clumsily attempt to remove your clothes. He walks backwards, bringing you along with him as he untucks your shirt from your pants. You chuckle as he struggles with your belt, grunting in frustration when he can’t seem to get it unbuckled. He huffs after a moment, abandoning his attempts and slipping beneath your shirt instead.  
Suddenly, he grunts, tripping and falling heavily onto his bed and pulling you right along with him. You laugh softly, pushing yourself up on your forearms to look down at him; his eyes are glazed with want, dark curls splayed across his blanket in a messy halo, eyelids heavy. 
“Slow down, baby,” you whisper, smiling softly as you lean in to kiss him again. 
He melts into the mattress, moaning into your mouth as his hands slide up your back, hips pushing against yours. You grind down onto him slowly, gently, swallowing every sigh and whimper that falls from between his lips. He comes with a choked moan not long after, fingers digging into your skin as his hips stutter against yours. 
You pull back when you feel him sag in relief beneath you, your hands combing through his hair. His eyes are closed, body limp and heavy, and you realize—he fell asleep. You snort, smiling fondly at him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. As you try to slip from his hold though, he tightens his arms around you, murmuring softly for you to stay. 
Unable to deny him anything, you do.
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always been you
Poe Dameron x F!Reader
Summary: Miscommunications happen. Less so when you work in communications, but they happen.
Word Count: 4.8K
Warnings: Slight blood warning, a smidge of angst, and a handful of smut :)
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Home meant different things to different people. To some, it meant green rolling hills and the sound of wild animals running through the forests, some hunting, some hiding. To some, it looked more like the cold cityscapes of somewhere like Corellia or Daiyu - where day could be night and night could be day because the city never slept. More like the planet never slept.
To you, home meant a dark room in the back of the compound on D'Qar, where you sat for hours on end. It meant the whirring of plane engines and the whooshing of blast doors. It meant ration meals and celebrating when there were enough jogan fruits in season to make jogan fruitcake. It meant the constant fear that someone you loved may not come home.
You had grown up on Dantooine, maintaining the old rebel base there with your father - an ex-pilot with the rebellion. He'd taught you all about the world of space flight and you'd decided early on that maybe you preferred the ground. Oh, the irony.
At 19, you moved to Coruscant - under no threat from enemies, the base on Dantooine was not needed. You moved away to find a job that could give a life of comfort. Maybe you just needed some excitement in your life that didn't involve exploding wires or stealing your dad's glasses.
When General Organa started recruiting for the resistance, you were one of the first ones there. You distanced yourself from your father's legacy, not wanting the pressure of being someone's someone to be held over your head.
You settled into the anonymity of comms comfortably, making decent friends with your co-workers.
Days came and went working for the resistance. Soon enough, you'd been for a year, and then 2, and then it had been so long since you'd left Dantooine that you could barely remember what your life was like there.
The cantina was empty when you walked in. To your knowledge, black and blue squadrons were out on a field mission, but no one else was in sight. You walked around the base, looking for any signs of life. Dear Maker, had they all evacuated and forgotten about you.
You walked over to the med wing, hoping to see someone. And you saw, well, everyone. Apparently, half of those on base had come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.
You were called in to speak with General Organa, who assigned you double and triple shifts, considering you were the only one of 6 comms officers who hadn't come down with food poisoning. Wonderful.
You had spent all day, without rest, in comms, checking data logs for gold squadron, assisting in decoding transmission, and helping base mechanics with routine repairs. Essentially a normal day in the office, but six-fold the responsibilities. You went to bed, with your head swimming with responsibilities for the next day - hopefully, someone would be able to help you.
You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring loudly. You groggily headed to the cantina for a cup of Caf before heading back to comms.
You picked some undecoded transmissions, before starting on some reports for General Organa. You barely had enough time to stop for a meal, grabbing the first thing you could see before heading back to comms.
Black and Blue squadron were currently MIA. They had radioed in earlier in the morning saying they were ok without radio connection while there was a shortage of comms officers. Still, it didn't mean you weren't worried about them.
"Black Leader to Base, come in."
You scrambled over to your headset and plugged it into the system, "Alpha 4 to Black Leader, you're a go for Base. What seems to be the problem?"
"We're running low on fuel, any republic supporters in the outer rim?" Poe's voice came through as you tried to lock on to his location.
"Where you are, the chances are slim, Black Leader." You sighed, as his location pops up on the screen. He was so far in the Outer Rim, where so many remained Empire supporters. Even with many ports on neighbouring planets, there were few ways that they could make it out of them safely.
You had an idea. "Black Leader, can you make a single jump."
"Just about."
"I'll send the coordinates, get ready to jump."
While Black and Blue Squadron jumped, you connected another line.
"Hi, dad."
"Hi, sweetheart." Your father's tired voice rang through the headset, "What can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry to bother you, dad-"
"It's ok, sweetheart. What do you need?"
"I have 2 squadrons that need fuel. Any chance you could help?"
"Of course, sweetheart. In fact, I've just seen them enter the atmosphere."
"Thanks, dad. Love you."
"I love you too."
Your dad cut the line to go and help the pilots. You swallowed the lump in your throat. You always felt guilty asking your father for help. He never quite knew how to say no.
You stayed up well into the early hours of the morning, signing off paperwork and compiling mission reports for Captain Dameron and Captain Wexley to sign off on.
In fact, you had worked so late that you heard Black and Blue Squadron's land the next morning. You heard them raucously walk through the halls to the cantina. You sighed. A small break wouldn't do any harm, right?
Wrong. As soon as you got up, a beeping from your headset rang through the room. General Holdo needed some data to do with her mission, so you were back to sifting through mission reports to send her what she needed.
By the time, you had signed off with her, Jak (one of your fellow comms officers) strolled into comms.
He ruffled your hair affectionately, "You're a legend, four."
You had known Jak since your days on Coruscant. You had shared an apartment when you were new to the city and he really showed you the ropes. You probably wouldn't be as trusted by the resistance as you were, had it not been for Jak.
"How are you feeling?" You asked, eyes still trained on the screen.
"I'm fine." He settled down next to you, grabbing a headset, "You, on the other hand, have seen better days. Maker, have you even looked at yourself in the mirror!"
You punched him in the arm, "My name's not Captain I-cannot-survive-without-my-mirrors Dameron." He feigned an injury, falling onto the floor and hollering in pain. The delirium of sleep deprivation was getting you, as you doubled over in fits of giggles, tears streaming down your face.
In fact, you were laughing so hard, you didn't even hear Captain Dameron walk in.
"What's so funny?" He said, walking in and clapping Jak on the back. The two of you looked at each other, and burst into more fits of giggles. "You know what, I'm just not going to ask." Jak handed him the stack of papers that you had left for him to sign off.
Dameron walked out with the sheets, and you stood up to stretch your back. "You should get some food in you," Jak nods towards the Cantina, "I can hold the fort down until you get back."
The cantina is practically empty when you walk in, and you grab a sandwich before heading back to comms. What greets you is a relieving sight. Two of the other comms officers have returned to comms.
"You look rough," Drex said, nursing a healing tonic from med bay. Clearly, they were still suffering the after-effects of the food poisoning.
"So, I've been told," you elbowed Jak in the ribs as he laughed heartily. You sat down and returned to the paperwork you had left behind. A connection came in, which Jak responded to immediately.
After a beat, he beckoned you over, handing you the headset, "It's your favourite. Captain Dameron."
You let out a huff, before putting the headset on. You sat down.
"Alpha 4 for Black Leader, you're a go."
"Well, hello, my new favourite comms officer. How are you on this fine morning?" He said, smugness colouring his tone as he prepared to take off.
"I hope you aren't trying to flirt with me, Poe?" You smirked through your question.
"Oh, I am. I most definitely am." Poe laughed.
"How unfortunate for you." Poe laughed again.
You led him through his routine surveillance trip, making funny quips throughout. Poe responds almost exclusively through chortles and guffaws.
"How come I've never actually spoken to you on base?"
"I don't know, maybe because you've always got one of those pretty girls on your arm?"
"Oh, you're real pretty, Alpha 4, just gotta give me a chance, hun." Poe thought you were pretty.
You laugh again, "In your dreams, Captain."
There was a beat of silence, before Poe piped up, "someone special at home?" You swallow guiltily.
Ever since you first met Poe, you had been head over heels in love with him. Sure he was good-looking, and his reputation in the bedroom preceded him, but beyond that, he was charming, funny, and he cared. About everyone. Not just his superiors, or his friends, but even stupid kids who had no idea what they were doing when they landed on base.
You thought of his face, his beautifully warm brown eyes, his stupidly floppy hair, "Yeah, someone real special. I'm just hoping he'll give me a chance back on base."
"He'd be stupid not to."
"You're just saying that."
"I mean it, 4, he'd have to be blind to not see what a catch you are." You can tell by Poe's tone that he is being genuine.
"Thanks, Poe, you're clear to return to base. See on the other side."
You hear Poe land as you head back to your room. He calls your name as he is walking.
"Hey, 4, wait up!" You wait patiently as he, and BB8, catch up to you. "About this guy."
"Poe, let it go."
"I'm serious, 4. I can help you get that date."
"No, I mean it, Poe. Let it go. You can't help me here." You stare straight into his eyes. Big mistake. You get lost easily, wanting to let the warmth cocoon you into a false safety until the rest of eternity.
You shake yourself back to reality, walking away from him and leaving him confused and annoyed.
Days pass, and you find that Poe has pushed himself further and further away from you. You were still his chosen comms officer, but he avoided you on the base. You felt bad. He'd practically confessed that he thought you were pretty and you'd turned him away, letting him believe that there was someone you were pining after. Even though that person was Poe.
You had tried to talk to Poe before he went on a mission alone to Coruscant, but he walked away, feigning that he was busy. He even deflected your questions in the air, and turned his transmission signal off when he got to Coruscant. You were fuming.
How dare he put himself in danger with no chance of backup?
Realistically, your anger wasn't anger at all. You were worried for Poe. Even if he wasn't your Poe.
You vowed to have that conversation with him when he returned.
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Poe couldn't stop thinking about you. He hadn't since he first spoke to you about 6 months ago. Before that, he just thought you were pretty. But once he realised that, not only were you beautiful, but you were also smart and had a sarcasm to match his, well he was a goner.
When you told him, that there was someone else, he saw red. He wanted to put his first through the fucker's face, but goddammit, he would do anything to help you.
So he offered to help you get that date. It was a mostly harmless offer, and he didn't really expect you to take him up on it, but he put it out there nonetheless.
What he didn't expect was for you to raise your voice and storm away. He was shocked.
He figured he overstepped some undrawn boundary, and he felt guilty. So he tried to give you space, give you distance. He'd give you anything if you even mentioned it once. But, jealousy took over his previously well-intentioned thoughts. If you wanted someone else, fine, you could have them. But Poe couldn't watch you get them.
He didn't want to take the mission on Coruscant. He wasn't a spy, he was a flamboyant and show-off-y pilot. But he didn't want to see you in another man's arms. So he took it.
That was what landed him in his current predicament: tied to a chair in the basement of one Zek Shadej - an ex-smuggler who turned to an arms dealership for the higher paycheck.
Zek slaps Poe. He demands, once again, to know what a pilot for the Resistance is doing at a gala for the low lives of the galaxy. He didn't word it that way but the sentiment still stands. Poe says nothing, just spitting a mixture of blood and saliva at Zek's shoes. Zek curses and heads to the door: "I'm done with him. Dispose of him."
The guards left in the room stalk toward him, blasters unsheathed and ready to fire. Poe uses the pin you gave him to cut through the ropes binding his hands.
It was his fifth birthday on base, he reckoned. With different systems, and different lengths of orbits, it was hard to know for sure, but he knew the rest of Black Squadron were planning his celebration for today. So he remained in bed, lying on top of the sheets, head propped up on his arm.
A gentle knock rang through his room. He'd told the person to come in, and you did. Armed with a giddy smile and a small wrapped package. Poe had no idea where you had found wrapping paper, or why you would buy him a present but here you were.
"Jess said it was your birthday today. Thought I'd give you something neat." You said, approaching him nervously. He swung his legs and sat upright, pulling your arm so you were standing right in front of him. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, taking in your kind face. You and Poe were hardly friends, but how he wished you could be more.
"So, what did you get for me, pretty girl?" Poe rests his callous hardened hands on your hips - he liked the feel of your soft skin under his palms. He also liked how sensitive you were to his touch - your flushed expression and lust-filled gaze confirmed it.
You handed him the small parcel, "I hope you like it."
He takes it from you, pulling you to sit beside him. He opens it with careful hands to find a small pin. A Yavin Parakeet. Poe's favourite bird.
"They used to symbolise freedom. Like you do." You whispered the last part.
Poe had never wanted to kiss you so much.
Poe threw the chair he had been sitting on at one of the guards. He landed on the floor with a loud groan, his blaster skidding to a halt at Poe's feet. It was Poe's lucky day.
He shot the other 2 guards, dashing out of the basement onto the catering floor. He escaped through a back door, a few of the staff giving his bloody face and dishevelled appearance a double look. He sprinted through the streets to a docking station a few miles east. Zek sent a few men after him, but Poe was smart, and he knew Coruscant well. He dodged the men, and fired up his X-wing. He had Leia's intel safely stored in his shirt pocket.
His X-wing was severely damaged - his landing gear compromised and the transmission antenna bent at an awkward angle. He took off precariously - he knew he'd have to stop somewhere to fix the ship and refuel. He remembered the old outpost on Dantooine. Your dad's outpost.
He lightspeed jumped into the sector, breaking through the atmosphere mere seconds later. The landing was rough and he saw your father running towards the ship, blaster raised.
"Come out, slowly and unarmed. Do anything I don't like the look of, and I shoot."
"It's me. It's Poe. I came by a couple of days ago. I promise I mean no harm."
The old man lowered his blaster. He tucked his shoulder under Poe and helped him inside, "Let's get you looked at, son." Despite the pain, Poe smiled. Son. He liked that.
Your father patched Poe up, offering him a nice meal and a shower. While Poe cleaned up, your father called you.
"Hey, dad, what can I do for you?" You respond, your brain still focussed on the transmissions you were decoding.
"I wouldn't call if it wasn't necessary-"
"I know, Dad. What do you need?"
"I got one of your guys," your ears pricked up, "and his ship is damaged. I need to know how to fix it. Think you can help?"
"Yeah, of course. I don't remember sending anyone your way though, think you can tell me who it is?"
Your dad grunts as he climbs up the ladder, radio tucked under his chin, "yeah, it's the pretty boy from a few days ago. The captain. Can't remember his name."
"It's Dameron. Who're you talking to?" Poe comes out wiping his hands on a towel. Despite this man being your father, years in the resistance had warned him against trusting strangers.
"My daughter. She's telling me how to fix your ship."
"4? I wouldn't trust her anywhere near my ship."
"I heard that you know," you laughed. You brought up the specs for the X-wing, "I'll send you a copy of the spec - that's probably more useful than anything I have to say."
Your dad laughed and you sent him the specs.
"Good luck, boys," you ended the transmission.
The rest of the day was spent fixing the ship. Poe and your dad made good small talk - they were both pilots. They had a lot in common. They also both loved you. They had that in common too.
"Go clean up, Poe. I'll make us dinner." Your father said, standing up and heading toward the kitchen. Poe smiled. He liked this life.
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Poe was back on base by nightfall the next day. You waited for him as he got checked up on in med, and then you walked with him to his room. The silence was deafening.
You followed him into his room, watched his every movement. He milled about, putting on clean clothes, washing his hands, and combing through his hair. His whole body was still tensed up from the mission - you wanted to stop him, hug him, do something. But you couldn't. He didn't want you near him. He was angry at you, and rightfully so.
"Your dad's nice." You looked up at him. Poe still had his back turned, but his shoulder had relaxed. You wanted to run your fingers down his back. "Peculiar, but nice."
You smiled softly, "He's lonely. Not that fun living on an abandoned base in the middle of nowhere."
Poe sat down on his chair, and you walked towards him. You placed your hands on his shoulder, gently soothing the knots out of his muscles. He leaned his head back, a low moan of satisfaction left his throat. The sound went straight through your body, eliciting shivers.
"Talk to me. Tell me what went wrong," you whispered in his ear, not wanting to break the calmness that swept through the room.
Poe shook his head, bringing you in front of him. He leaned his head against your stomach, hands coming to rest at your hips. You tangled your fingers in his hair, and he grunted in appreciation. You shivered again.
He chuckled, "you like that?" Your face blushed a bright red. Poe laughed again, before leaning to kiss your stomach. He kissed up through the valley in between your breasts, and up your neck. He stayed there for a minute, nipping and suckling at your neck, before making his way to your face.
He was fully standing now, his hands moved to your face, and he gently dotted kisses everywhere. Your cheeks. Your eyes, which had fallen shut at his ministrations. Your forehead, then your chin. He kissed the sides of your lips, and you let out a soft moan, begging for more.
"Greedy, are we?" He asked, his voice much lower than before. You opened your eyes to see a smug grin painted on his face. You didn't care.
You grabbed his face and brought his lips to yours. It seems he got the memo because as soon as his lips touched yours, he took over. His tongue slipped into your mouth and stroked yours gently.
He tapped your thigh gently, a signal to jump, and he carried you over to his bed, depositing you on the edge gently, dislodging his lips from yours. He knelt down in front of the bed, pulling your closer to him by your legs.
"Tell me to stop." He looked up at you, his pupils blown wide, as he took your dishevelled appearance in. Like a predator looks at his prey.
"Please don't."
He pulled your boots and cargo pants off, kissing up your legs. The arousal pooled between your legs, and you moan.
"So fucking wet, and I haven't even touched you yet." You whine pathetically, trying to pull Poe closer to where you want him. He just laughs.
"Bet the other guy couldn't do this to you. That's why you need me, ain't that right?" You whine again, "Need me to take care of you, baby girl, ain't that right?"
"Please, Poe."
"Please what, baby girl? What do you need?" Poe whispers, cheekiness glinting in his eyes.
"Please, fuck me, Poe." He smiled.
"As you wish."
He pulled your underwear down your legs and stared enamoured between your trembling things, "Such a pretty fucking pussy."
You threw your head back as he dove face-first into your folds. He kissed your mound lightly, before rubbing soothing circles around your clit. You buck up, the pleasure unlike any you've ever known, and Poe presses a hand onto your abdomen, locking you in place.
"Don't deprive me of my meal, honey," He whispers into your pussy.
He continues his assault, testing the waters of what you did and didn't like. You liked when he went fast, when he went slow, you got impatient. Maybe it was time to teach you some patience. But the low whines and moans were too much for Poe to bear. Soon your thighs were clamped around his head as you let out a loud moan, and you came undone under his touch. He lapped up every last bit of your release as if he'd been left in the deserts of Jakku without any water for years. And the moans. Oh Maker, his moans. You thought it impossible for a man to enjoy himself that much. But from the way he gripped your thighs, and pulled his body in further, you could tell he never wanted to pull away.
You laid limp on the bed as Poe stood up, and peeled his clothes off his body. You stared shamelessly. It wasn't the first time you'd seen Poe shirtless, but you'd barred yourself from staring then. Now it was allowed.
He smiled at your shameless ogling, and grabbed your hand, pulling you to stand up, pressed against him. You could feel his still-clothed cock, pushing into your abdomen, and you could feel it throbbing at the contact. You sunk down onto your knees, hands fiddling with his zipper.
He pulled you away and shook his head. "Not now."
He pushes you back onto the bed and crawls over you, his lips reconnecting to yours. He had unzipped his pants and kicked off his boots, leaving a pile on the floor.
"Tell me if it hurts." Poe kisses under your jaw before pushing inside.
Holy Maker, he's big.
His cock stretches you out deliciously. He pushes into you until he's settled within you and waits for you to adjust. The initial pain fades into pleasure and soon you're begging for him to move.
"You sound so pretty when you beg, baby. Bet you wouldn't beg for anyone else." Nevertheless, he moves.
He starts slow, getting used to feeling you around him. You want more.
"Please, Poe. Faster. Please, please, please." You beg him, screams ripping through your throat.
He picks up the pace, relentless now. Fast and hard. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin, mixed together with both your moans. You feel the pressure building up and your moans get louder. Poe chased his own release as you got closer and closer to the edge.
"Poe, I'm gonna... gonna come. Please, Poe..." Poe slowed down a fraction, pulling you further from the edge. You whined pathetically.
"Tell me you're mine. Only mine." You smiled through your lust-induced haze.
"Only yours, Poe. Always yours." He picked up the pace again, and the coil begins to tighten. Poe's moans push you over the edge, and you cum hard. So hard that your whole body feels electrified, your toes curling in pleasure. Poe fucks you through your high, turning your entire body to jelly. He pulls out and shoots his ropes over your body.
You smile. You lift a finger up to your chest and lick Poe's cum off your chest, moaning at the taste. The filth of the act clearly affected Poe, as his eyes closed in pleasure. He moaned lowly, grabbing your hands and pressing kisses to them. You closed your eyes, falling back onto the bed.
Poe disappeared into the refresher, grabbing a clean towel and dampening it, before returning to clean you up. You looked confused. No one had ever done that for you before. He wiped your chest and between your thighs, before carrying you to the bathroom. You washed your face and brushed your teeth with one of the spare toothbrushes in Poe's refresher, before heading back out.
Poe was gone.
You were confused, given that he had changed his sheets and left you a spare t-shirt and pair of boxers to change into. You sat down on the edge of his bed, stretching your legs, a pleasant ache settling between them. Where the hell could he have gone?
A few seconds late, someone knocked, "Are you decent?" Poe.
"Yeah, come in." You stood up, shuffling your feet. Poe walked in, shirt almost completely undone, carrying 2 bottles of water from the cantina. Your heart almost burst.
He opened one of the bottles handing it to you, before leading you back to bed. You took a few sips, the coldness soothing your throat that was raw from screaming.
He laid back on his bed and beckoned your closer to him. You curled into his arms and reached up to fiddle with his hair. You both sat in silent reverie - taking in each other's company.
"Will I see you again?" Poe broke the silence timidly, running a knuckle over your cheek.
"You see me every day, Poe," You tease him gently, "You see me in the corridors, and in the cantina, and sometimes even after you get back from a mission." Poe slapped your ass, causing you to burst into laughter. He pulls you closer to his body.
"I mean it. Is this just a one-time thing? Given your - um - crush on the other guy?" You stay silent, "Is he a pilot? Is that why you're not telling me?" You nod your head, trying to hide your smile. You felt bad for not telling him, but it was funny.
"He's a pilot. But that's not why I'm not telling you." Poe frowns, creases appearing between his eyebrows.
"Is he a superior officer? Does he live on base?"
You decide to keep teasing him, "Yeah, he's a Captain." You look into Poe's eyes. "He's definitely my favourite person on base." Poe's frown turns into a scowl.
"He has the most beautiful brown eyes and the most amazing hair that I always want to run my fingers through," You tangle your hair in his, pulling it just the way he likes. "He's cocky, and he's so sexy. And he knows that he's sexy too." Poe tries pushing you away, rolling from his side to his back, but you just cling to him tighter. You place a kiss on his jaw and then on his ear.
"Why are you here, then? In my bed? In my clothes?" He says, jealousy and annoyance evident in his voice. You feel bad.
"You wanna know his name?"
"Not really. Then I'd know who I wanna punch, but I still wouldn't be able to do it."
"I don't really think it's possible to punch yourself." Poe turns to face you, the jealousy in his eyes fading into hope.
"What?" You just smile. "You love me?"
"I didn't lie, Poe. I'm yours. Always yours." He kisses you, hard, not giving you any space to breathe.
"You're not just saying that," He breathes, pulling away just enough to speak. You reconnect your lips to his, and he pulls you on top of him, your thighs around his torso. You look deep into his eyes, his pupils so dilated as if he couldn't get enough of you.
"It's always been you."
fin.
buy me a coffee
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lilacliquors · 5 months
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kinktober 2023 masterlist
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all of kinktober 2023 under the cut!
day one: praise kink - druig
day two: edging - soldier boy
day three: pegging - miguel o'hara
day four: somnophilia - soldier boy
day five: bondage - homelander
day six: cuckolding - diego hargreeves
day seven: mutual masturbation - poe dameron
day eight: public sex - diego hargreeves
day nine: wax play - dealer's choice - kuai liang
day ten: predator / prey - homelander
day eleven: anal - billy butcher
day twelve: face sitting - kingo
day thirteen: body worship - soldier boy
day fourteen: quickie - miguel o'hara
day fifteen: lingerie - miguel o'hara
day sixteen: degradation - homelander
day seventeen: dirty talk - billy butcher
day eighteen: biting / marking - steve rogers
day nineteen: spanking - miguel o'hara
day twenty: vibrators - dealer's choice - johnny cage
day twenty one: breeding kink - syzoth
day twenty two: multiple orgasms - sub!miguel
day twenty three: hate sex - soldier boy
day twenty four: hair pulling - homelander
day twenty five: shower sex - billy hargrove
day twenty six: voyuerism - homelander
day twenty seven: sixty-nine - billy hargrove
day twenty eight: cockwarming - dane whitman
day twenty nine: size kink - miguel o'hara
day thirty: thigh riding - poe dameron
day thirty one: uniform - soldier boy
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altangelix04 · 1 year
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General Dameron (18+)
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Friends to lovers Poe Dameron x f!reader
Summary: Your (newly promoted) General Poe Dameron has been driving you up a wall recently, in both good and bad ways. Thoughts of him have clouded your mind, causing frustration to wash over you from a lack of time to deal with it. An incident one day leads to an exploitation of said frustration.
Word count: 7.1k
Warnings: Profanity, angst if you squint, title kink, strong dom!Poe/sub!Reader themes, degradation, hair pulling, choking, oral sex (m rec.), spit kink, thigh kink, thigh riding, unprotected PinV sex (stay safe kids), spanking, POE LIKES GETTING HIS HAIR PULLED, YOU CAN'T CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE, creampie, oral (f rec.), absolute teeth rotting fluff at the end
18+ PAST THIS POINT, MDNI!
Poe Dameron is a lot of things. Sure he’s your best friend and the best pilot in the Resistance, but sometimes he was an absolute pain in the ass. 
And to be honest, that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. While you pretended to hate his jokes and relentless teasing, you actually quite enjoyed having someone around that you could joke with. Everything just felt.. easy with him. 
In the wake of the fall of the First Order and the passing of beloved leader Leia Organa, Poe was made acting General, and soon promoted to full time General. You couldn’t be happier for him. He definitely deserved the title. But with that new title came a wave of new feelings.
Since being promoted, he’s had to act more professional, more… General-like. 
And for some reason that created a whole new fantasy in your head.
Now, you’ve never denied the fact that Poe is an attractive man. He’s handsome, witty, and caring. I mean you’ve had feelings for him, sure, even now he holds an extremely special place in your heart. But it’s never been in a sexual manner. 
But the new title, new mannerisms, new attitude, changed that. 
Now any second of free time you had was spent thinking about General Dameron bending you over his desk.
Alas, there was still much to be done following the fall of the First Order. Many duties you and him had to attend to. So any time you had to do something about those feelings, you were too exhausted or not in the right mood for it. And this frustrated you to no end. Having to see him everyday, and the most impure of thoughts coming to mind anytime you spared a glance at him. 
To try and fix this, you tried to avoid him at all costs. Out of sight, out of mind, right? If you were given the choice between a job with him or a job with Finn, you’d choose the job with Finn. Even after hours in the cantina, you sat as far away from him as possible and refused to look in his direction. However, some moments were inevitable. Anytime he had to brief you on a mission, you barely paid any attention and left as soon as possible. If he tried to greet you at the bar, you’d blow him off, saying you were just leaving anyway. You hated leaving him so confused. You really did enjoy spending time with him and listening to his stupid jokes. But you did what you had to do to keep your professional relationship intact. 
This torture went on for weeks. Endless tasks and missions across the galaxy attempting to revive what the First Order had destroyed. And the endless thought of General Dameron taking his sweet time with you with no time to do anything about it. Even if you had the time to pleasure yourself, you didn’t have the energy. So here you sat, all hot and bothered, repairing X-Wings with Finn. 
It wasn’t until Finn accidentally dropped a wrench on your foot that you let some of your anger go, probably a bit too much for something that was clearly an accident.
“Shit, sorry y/n, here let me help you.”
“I got it Finn,” you bit back, a bit harsher than was meant.
“Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today” He muttered under his breath.
“Sorry, what was that?’
“You just seem a bit grumpy today, that’s all.”
This. This is what started the fire.
“You’re damn right I’m ‘grumpy’. I’ve been flown to god knows how many planets in the past two weeks trying to clean up other people’s shit. I’ve gotten close to about zero rest in the time that I’ve been home, and even on an easy day like today the General can’t seem to give me a job with people competent enough to complete it. I mean for Maker’s sake Finn, how hard is it to keep the equipment in your hand. I swear I-”
“That’s enough,” You heard from behind you. It was sharp and strict, and you knew exactly whose voice it was.
“Lieutenant, my office, now.” 
You turned around to see General Poe Dameron greeting you with a stern look.
“Now.”
The area around you fell silent as you put your tools down and marched towards the General’s quarters, anger still clear on your face. Poe followed closely behind, silent and stern. You’d never seen him like this. So… serious. And as ashamed as you were by it, you felt butterflies in your stomach thinking about what he could do. Would he push you up against a nearby tree and reprimand you for your recent behavior? Would he punish you for speaking like that to a superior? Would he, would he, would he. Your thoughts were soon interrupted by his slight push on your back into his office. 
He walked in behind you towards his desk, closing the blinds on his way there. You stood a couple feet from the door, flinching as you heard it lock. Annoyance was still clear on your face, wanting to be anywhere but in a room alone with him right now. His hands were on his desk, head hung low as he tried to search for words to start this. 
“What the hell was that?” His head rose as he spoke, stern eyes making contact with yours. You stammered, trying to find an answer but the only one not being exactly suitable for this situation. I mean, were you supposed to tell him that you lashed out at your friend because you were sexually frustrated like you’d never been before?
You stared back at him, opting to stay quiet.
“Because I know damn well that something’s been going on lately,” Shit, had he figured you out?
“You’ve been avoiding me for the past three weeks, any time we did interact you just brushed me off. You seem to have taken on a ‘fuck you’ attitude of sorts for some reason. And now you’re lashing out at superiors? Look I know people have bad days but this is more than that.” His voice rose with every exploit, clearly expressing the confusion and anger he was feeling.
“Nothing’s going on, I’m fine-”
“Bullshit.” He cut you off. He picked his hands up off the desk and walked in front of it, now only a few feet away from you. 
“Poe, I don’t understand why you won’t listen to me, I told you nothing’s going on.”
“Nothing going on? Well then why don’t you explain to me why you’ve been so pissy the last few weeks huh? Explain why you insulted not only one of your superiors but one of the best resistance fighters we’ve got. Because until you do you’re not leaving this office.”
You knew he was genuinely angry, he had a right to be. What you did was uncalled for. But damn him for trying to lock you in this musty ass room. 
“I don’t think that’s quite fair now, General, I have my reasons and I’ll keep them private.”
“Now you look at me,” He stepped closer to you, your faces now just inches apart. His voice dropped to just barely above a whisper, stern and rough as he spoke.
“You answer to me. And if I request an explanation, I expect to get one. Now do you want to obey your General or keep pissing me off?” 
As you stared up into his steely eyes, you had to convince yourself you weren’t dreaming. As serious as the conflict was, you couldn’t help the arousal that flooded you. Your stomach did flips as the word ‘obey’ left his mouth. You wanted nothing more than to obey. To get on your knees and apologize for your bad behavior. But in reality, he was kind of genuinely pissing you off as well, pushing for something that you wanted to keep private. You pushed him back a couple steps, not too hard, but enough force so he would move.
“I don’t think I appreciate you pushing into my private life, General. It’s my right to keep things to myself.”
“You lost that right the second you disobeyed my orders!”
You chuckled at how serious he was being. Why couldn’t he just let you off with a warning? 
You’d had enough of this. If he wanted to know so bad, he’d know alright. 
“You know what, fine. You really want to know why I’ve been avoiding you? Why I’ve been so pissy?”
“I’d love to know!”
All logic and reason leaves your body as your step forward and grab him by the lapels, bringing him in for an intense, much needed kiss. He felt stiff as you got what your body had been yearning for all these weeks. Your lips felt rough against his soft ones, a primal need taking over your body. You pulled back and stared him in the eyes, heavy breaths falling across his face.
“It’s because you’ve been driving me absolutely crazy and I haven’t had a fraction of time to do something about it. Everyday, I have to see you and act like I’m not imagining you bending me over this very desk. You’re driving me to insanity, General. And I haven’t the slightest clue on how to deal with it.”  
You released him from your grasp and turned to leave as you spoke,
“There’s your fucking reason General.”
You were almost out the door when you felt a strong grip on your wrist. Poe turned you back around and held you by the hips.
“Now what makes you think you can kiss me like that and just walk away, huh? You think you can say those things and then just leave?” His voice was deeper now, and just above a whisper. His tone sent a shiver down your spine. 
“I was told I could leave once I gave you my reason.” While every nerve in your body was telling you to stay, your mind knew that this wasn’t right. You were now centimeters away from each other, you could feel his hot breath on your face, and his eyes had taken on a much darker look. He let go of your waist and took a few steps back, arms resting on the desk behind him. 
“You can leave if you really want to. Or you could stay and we could talk this out.”
Maker, why was he testing you like this? Your body made a decision before your brain could and reached over and locked the door again, leaving you trapped in a cage with the man that had been the source of your frustration. A smirk fell upon his face as he watched you and heard the door latch. 
“So what you’re telling me is you haven’t been in a good mood because you can’t stop thinking about me fucking you?”
You winced at how crude he made it sound, but yeah that hit the nail right on the head. 
“Pretty much, yeah,” You responded, now feeling small in his gaze. You swallowed thickly, suddenly aware of the arousal pooled between your legs.
He slowly walked towards you, eyeing you up and down.
“Lieutenant, that’s one filthy mind you’ve got,” He probably thought you were disgusting, and beyond unprofessional.
But then his hands grazed down your sides, coming to rest on your hips once more. He leaned in close to your ear, warm breaths traveling down the nape of your neck straight to your core. 
“That’s not to say I don’t find it extremely fucking hot though.” His voice cut through you like butter, weakening your knees just a small bit. Was he being serious? Did he really mean it? Before you had time to ask he stepped away from you again, going to sit on the edge of his desk. 
“Now as much as I would like to indulge your… fantasies, you did still insult one of your superiors. I can’t just let you off the hook for that.”
An idea came to your mind, one that had frequently occupied your mind for the past couple weeks. 
You kept intense eye contact with Poe as you took three steps towards him. You slowly sank to your knees as you spoke.
“What if I happened to…” 
You were fully seated on your knees in front of him.
“Pay for my behavior? Would that suffice?”
His eyes darkened, now pits of black filled with lust. They looked down at your submissive form, lingering on the curves of your frame, your pouty lips, and your questioning, puppy-dog like eyes. He cleared his throat, seeming overwhelmed but thrilled about the events unfolding right before his eyes.
“And how do you suppose you’d do that, Lieutenant?”
A smirk crept across your features in response
“However you want, General.” 
You put a hard emphasis on the title, wanting to see if it affected him as much as it did you. It seemingly did, as he grabbed a small fistful of your hair and pulled you up by it. 
“You don’t have a clue what you do to me, do you?” His breath was hot across your face, and his words made you shiver. Soon his lips were on yours in a rough but passionate kiss, teeth and tongues clashing. He kissed you till you were both out of breath, separating for air. Breathlessly, he muttered, “Do you really want to show me how sorry you are?” You nodded your head frantically. His hand moved from your hair to your throat, applying the slightest bit of pressure. “I need words, querida.”
The nickname was the last thing you expected. It was what he called you when you first met, when the two of you would shamelessly flirt in the cantina after missions. Along with bringing back fond memories, it also brought a whole other wave of feelings and arousal. 
“Yes, General. Please let me make it up to you sir.” He let you fall back down to your knees. It wasn’t until now that you were made aware of his arousal, his bulge now at your eye level. You unconsciously licked your lips in anticipation. 
“Impatient eh, querida?” Your eyes shot up to his, a light blush covering your cheeks from being caught. “Well, go ahead and show me just how sorry you are.”
You felt like you needed to pinch yourself, not fully convinced that this was actually happening. You reached one of your hands up to palm at his cock while the other ran down the length of his thigh. His head tilted to the side as he let out a quiet moan of approval, urging you to continue. You quickly unbuckled his belt, the rattle of the buckle the only sound in the room except for your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You looked up one last time to make sure he was okay with this. Poe met your gaze with expectant eyes.
“Go on, Love. I’m waiting.”
“Did he just call you love?” you thought to yourself. You had no more time to think about it though, the need to please him too overwhelming. You free him of his pants and briefs, his heavy length springing out. You lick the drips of precum that slid down his cock, your tongue running from the base to the tip, leaving a kiss on the tip as you swallow. Poe let out a groan and placed his hand around your throat to bring your eyes to meet his once again. 
“Don’t. Tease.” he says in a stern, gruff voice, “You want to be a good girl for me yeah?”
“Yes sir, of course.”
“Good. Now open,”
You open your mouth and stick your tongue out while staying keenly aware of how good it felt to have his hand wrapped around your throat. Instead of thrusting into your mouth like you thought he would, he spit into your open mouth and admired how well you took it. Without thinking, you swallow what he gave you, savoring the taste of him. 
“Don’t even have to ask you.” He chuckles as he lifts his heavy length and puts it to your lips. You suck in a deep breath through your nose as you take what you can. You take a hold of the rest and begin to stroke it while he settles deep in your throat. You have to fight to control your gag reflex and in doing so drool escapes out the corners of your mouth. Seeing this must have set something off in Poe. He begins to fuck your throat harshly. His hand on your throat kept a firm hold to keep you in place while he used you. Your senses were overwhelmed. Your hands grab at his thighs and your nails dig in, earning you a particularly hard thrust and a groan. Maker, the pure animalistic noises he was making was setting a fire alight in your belly. Your thighs clenched together to hopefully find some form of relief. Poe notices this and chuckles once again.
“Maker, look at you. Such a mess for your General. Taking my dick like a good girl.”
He wasn’t wrong. You were wrecked already. The praise went straight to your core. You moan around him in response. After a few more harsh thrusts he pulls out of you, a string of saliva still connecting you. You catch your breath while keeping eye contact with Poe. His chest was still heaving and he kept a hand on his cock, stroking it slowly.
You break the silence first. 
“General, you didn’t get to- ”
“Not yet sweetheart. I want to cum in that pretty little pussy of yours.”
The thought of being filled by him makes your pulse quicken. You want nothing more than to feel him cum in you, feel it fill you and drip out onto his office floor, or maybe his desk, or maybe even all over his uniform. You bite your lip and your fingers find their way to the hem of his shirt to lightly tug at it. He helps you stand and whispers into your ear. 
“You like the thought of me filling you up? You want my cum running down those beautiful thighs of yours? Hmm?” 
His hands run down the small of your back and settle on your ass. 
“Speaking of which, you have on way too much clothing, love. Mind taking care of that for me?”
“Of course, General.” You smirk at him while leisurely unbuttoning your shirt. He watches hungrily as you slowly reveal yourself to him. You keep constant eye contact, dropping your shirt to the floor and moving the zipper on your pants. You want to take your time to tease him a little bit. You slid your pants down over your thighs and Poe groaned. You keep a mental note that he has a thing for thighs. You step out of your pants and take a few steps towards Poe. 
“Is that better, Sir?” The change of nickname has him clenching his jaw tight. Not to mention the innocent puppy dog eyes you were making at him despite deepthroating his cock less than five minutes ago. 
“Maker, you’re gorgeous my love… Not that I ever thought you weren’t…Can’t believe I’m this lucky… Gods…” He kept rambling, still drinking you in. But you caught onto a couple of things in between it all. 
MY love. 
Not just love. 
MY. LOVE.
Not only that, but he’s thought about what you look like before. Your heart skips a beat and your mind starts to race as you take it all in. Could he actually like you like that? Maybe that’s why he was so mad you were blowing him off. No, he probably didn’t mean it like that. But what if he did? 
Your thought process was interrupted when your gazes caught each other. Poe grabbed you by the hips and kissed you. It was different. It was passionate, and deep, and it left you breathless and wanting more. You whined into the kiss, hoping it would spur him on to do more. He just grabbed your hips harder, sure to leave bruises, and kept kissing the life out of you. You take ahold of one of his hands and guide it to your clit. He got the message and began to explore, dipping his hands into the waistband of your underwear. He quickly discovered the mess he’s made of you.
“This all for me?” he said incredulously. “Who knew such a sweet girl could be so filthy. So ready to take my cock into that sweet pussy of yours aren’t you?” he breathed down your neck. Your eyes had closed due to the relief you were finally getting. You whine out something along the lines of an “Mm hm” and he let a laugh out through his nose. 
“Can’t even speak for me, pretty girl?” You continued to relish in the feeling of his ministrations, forgetting completely to answer. Poe removes his hand and wraps it back around your throat lightly and you clench around nothing, whining from the loss of contact. You open your eyes to see his stern face. 
“I asked you a question, love. You need to answer me. That’s an order.”
“I’m sorry sir. It won’t happen again.” His hand around your neck tightened slightly.
“That’s not my title. Do that again and I’ll have to punish you. Don’t forget you’re the one still in trouble here. Understood?” 
Maker, it’s so hot when he’s stern. So much so that you almost don’t obey.
“Yes General, I understand. I’ll be a good girl.”
“Good.” he replied, taking his hand off your neck and moving to remove your bra. Once off, Poe latches his lips onto your breast and takes a nipple into his mouth. He bites down lightly and you gasp at the slight pain as it resolves into pleasure. He moves further up, now kissing and biting at your chest. It was hard to hear since he was muffled, but he then muttered, “Gonna mark you up good love. Make sure people see that you’ve misbehaved. Show them you’re mine yeah?”
It wasn’t the type of question where he wanted an answer, it was more of a PSA. 
But he had called you his again. It had to be a coincidence right?
You shake the thought out of your head, even though calling you his has affected you more than you’d like to admit. By the time he’s done, your chest is a painting of purples, blues, and reds. He steps back to take a look at his work. 
“So beautiful..” he mutters again. You realized he had never taken his shirt off so you did the honors. Once off, you ran your hands down the expanse of his broad, muscled chest and shoulders. You want to feel him anywhere, everywhere. You couldn’t get enough. The warm heat in your belly was becoming too difficult to ignore again. Taking advantage of the thigh between yours, you ran your neglected center down the length of his thigh, sighing at the slight relief. Poe guided your hips up and down his thigh. He looked you up and down, settling deep into your eyes, panting for air at the sight in front of him.  
“General, please,” you beg, “I need you, need more.” Your voice was laced with desire. Your eyes pleaded as they bore into his. His demeanor changed at this. He was stern and dominating again. 
“You want my cock that bad baby? Can’t take it anymore can you?”
“No General, I need you now please.” Your fingers dug into his dense shoulders. He couldn’t take it anymore either. He had teased you long enough, now he just wanted to fulfill that fantasy of yours. Bend you over his desk and fuck you hard. 
He didn’t respond with words. He pressed one more hard kiss to your lips and flipped you around so you were facing his desk. His hands sent chills down your spine as he slowly pushed you down until your chest was pressed up against the desk, now on full display for him aside from your ruined underwear. The chill of the cold metal makes your nipples pebble and sends goosebumps over your whole body. You feel Poe’s hot breath fan over the back of your neck and you shiver from the contrast of temperature. His words make your body light up with electricity. 
“Now as much as I want to taste you, that’ll have to wait for next time. I need you now, love.”
While he takes a little time to palm at your ass and thighs, you clench around nothing at the thought of a ‘next time’. With how much he runs his mouth, you’re sure his tongue is more than skilled enough to make you see stars. 
You’re brought back to the present when you feel the cold outside air hit your center. You hear Poe groan again at your newly exposed core. You wiggle your ass at him, silently asking him to hurry up. His hands return back to your body and caress your ass again. The anticipation of what he was going to do was all too much, evident in the mess spread down your thighs. 
“Ugh, those perfect thighs of yours, love. You’re gonna be the death of me.” 
His praise never failed to make your heart and your pussy flutter. You couldn’t help but look back at him. You caught your lip in your teeth at the sight you see. Poe was pumping himself slowly, enamored with the image of you bent over his work desk, more than eager to accept him. His chest heaving, he truly couldn’t wait any longer. He met your gaze and moved closer. 
Finally he slowly started to rub the tip of his cock through your folds. 
“Look love, there’s no time to be gentle, I’m not gonna last long. So if I’m gonna make this worth your while too, I need to fuck you how I see fit. Trust me?”
“Always General. Do what you want with me.” You replied with a grin. He groaned at your response. 
“I’ll let you adjust first, yeah? If it’s too much, let me know love.”
You nodded to assure him and at that he pushed inside of you, keeping eye contact the whole time. You both let out moans at the feeling, finally getting what you’ve been wanting. Your forehead dropped to the desk when he was fully seated inside you. Poe cursed under his breath, muttering praise after praise. 
“Fuck, General,” you breathed out. His hands tightened around your hips. You could tell he was struggling to stay still. He leaned down against your back to press kisses to your shoulder blades, changing the angle of his cock and making you whine.
“Shhh it’s okay love, take your time. Maker, you’re so fucking tight for me. Made just for me yeah? Can’t wait to fuck you full of my cum, see it drip out of this pretty pussy.”
He was basically pussy drunk. You clench around him at his words and he lets out a whimper. A fucking whimper. Which involuntarily made you clench around him again. You were used to his size now, the pain now pleasure. 
“General, please move. Please fuck me.” You plead back at him. He looks for your gaze one more time to make sure. He sees no hesitation in your eyes. He pulls out to the tip slowly then sharply thrusts back in, knocking the air from your lungs. He quickly started to speed up, now fucking you at a relentless pace. 
Moans were spilling from the both of you unabashedly, no care for how loud the two of you were being. His noises became animalistic again, grunts and growls sending heat straight to your stomach. His hands were digging into your ass, leaving nail marks for you to find the next day. Then, out of nowhere, you feel a hand come down on your ass. You mewl at the sensation, the sting making your pussy clench around Poe once again. 
“Mmm does my dirty girl like that? Like being fucked nice and rough?” Poe growled, sending a shiver down your spine. 
“Yes General, I love it s-so much. Please don’t stop” you manage to squeak out. Poe then lifts you so you’re pressed against his chest. The new angle makes you keel over, Poe’s hands being the only thing holding you up. His upper hand moves to your neck once more, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder. He nips and sucks at the exposed parts of your neck, leaving deep purple marks on your skin. He leans back a little more and spanks you again, earning him a whine of his name. You figured you’d be in trouble since you didn’t address him how he wanted.
“Fuck, you sound so pretty moaning my name love. Say it. Say my name. Let everyone know who’s fucking you so good.”
You obliged, moaning his name over and over. You could tell he was close since his thrusts were gradually getting sloppier. You were close too, the rubber band in your stomach about to burst. You could barely keep your eyes open. Everything was just so much.
“P-Poe ‘m gonna cum, don’t stop please”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, love. Go ‘head. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel.”
Poe’s hand on your hip moved to rub your clit and the hand around your throat tightened.
“Oh Maker, Poe!”
It pushed you over the edge and you came with Poe’s name leaving your lips like a prayer and your thighs clenching together. Your release covered yours and his thighs. Due to the position, Poe was now growling right in your ear. Despite the overstimulation you were starting to feel, it made you gush and clench around him. You reached behind you to run your hands through his damp curls. At a particularly hard thrust, you grabbed and tugged. Poe let out another whimper, his second of the day. You decidedly kept another mental note that he likes his hair pulled
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me my love” Poe muttered. “So close, just a little longer. You’re doing so good for me baby. Taking me so well.”
The excitement of soon getting to feel him fill you gave you a second wind.
“Want it so bad, please, wanna be filled with your cum, wanna feel it drip out of this pretty pussy.”
“Fuck love, gonna give it to you. Make this pussy mine. All mine.” he growled low and deep into your ear.
You clenched around him once more at his words and he came. Hard. And when he did, no nickname came out of his mouth. Just your name in a deep, guttural moan that seemed to come from the depths of his chest and it made your stomach flutter. You felt his warm release fill you to the brim and you reveled in it. He had never cum as much as he did then. It dripped out onto the floor before he had even pulled out. 
The only sound in the room now was both of your heavy breaths, each of you still recovering from what just happened. After about 10 seconds, Poe let his hands drift along your torso, and luckily was aware that your legs were doing no work and he was keeping you upright. 
“You okay? Y/N?”
You opened your eyes and licked your chapped, kiss-swollen lips. You made eye contact with him, his brown orbs now looking slightly concerned.
“Oh I’m more than alright Dameron. Trust me.” You sent him a weak smile to seal the deal. He just chuckled at you.
“I’ll believe that when you can stand on your own. Come on, let's get you sat down.”
He pulled out of you and you immediately missed the feeling of him. You felt your combined releases trickle out of you and down your thighs. 
“Guess we made a bit of a mess didn’t we?” he remarks with a laugh as he leads you to his desk chair. You laugh in response, focusing on making it to the chair. Once you’re safely sat down, one of his eyebrows perks up. 
“I think I have a solution for that actually,” he implies, dropping to his knees in front of you. His hands fall on your knees and start to spread them. Admiring the sight in front of him, he licks his lips as if preparing for a five course meal. 
“Poe, the point of the chair is so I CAN walk. This won’t be helping that.” You giggle out. You close your thighs back together. Poe rests his head on your thighs and looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. 
“So you’re just gonna say no to this amazing offer?” He pouts, a finger tracing circles on your leg. You pretend to think about it for a moment, tapping your finger to your chin. You were never gonna deny him in the first place. You just wanted to tease him. He looks up at you expectantly. Somehow he was so adorable and so damn enticing at the same time. Instead of a reply, you just slowly open your thighs to him again. A smile beams across his face, making you smile as well. 
“Good choice,” he says. “I have kind of a personal rule anyways where the person I’m with always has to cum more than me. I won’t have it any other way.”
“Oh really, is that on the contract you make everyone sign before you sleep with them?” you joked back at him. He lowered his forehead into your thigh and laughed. Like, legitimately cackled. You smile to yourself. This feels good, natural. This back and forth. It doesn’t feel like you have to try at all. You want him. All of him. It hits you like a brick wall, knocking the air out of your chest. Your eyes met and you were hoping that message somehow got conveyed through your gaze. He breaks eye contact to lower his head into you. 
He starts by placing wet, open mouthed kisses across the expanse of both of your thighs. You simply close your eyes and lean back to enjoy the experience. 
“Maker, have I told you how much I love your thighs? Could spend hours down here…” Your heart flutters at the praise once more. He begins to lick the mess off the inside of your thighs and groans at the taste of the two of you mixed together. In some spots, he stays a little longer to leave little love bites all over the inside of your thighs. He’s taking his sweet time getting to the good part. You thread your fingers through his hair to encourage him to move closer to where you need him. 
“Don’t worry love, I’ll get there. Just relax mmk?” his words muffled by the sweet expanse of your soft skin.
You hum in response and take his advice, leaning back again and savoring the feeling of his silky tongue exploring and tasting. He takes his time teasing and kissing anywhere and everywhere he can reach. Finally, he places a feather light kiss on your clit. You inhale sharply and tighten your grip on his hair. He makes slow, languid strokes up the length of your center with his tongue. You let out a shaky exhale and grind your hips into him. He holds your hips down against the chair.
“Let me do the work love.” You whine at his words wanting more than he was giving you. He shushes you and as if knowing exactly what you were wanting, he begins to kitten lick at your clit. You bite your lip and tug at his curls. He starts to pick up the pace, his lips now encasing your clit. Moans and whimpers spill from your lips as he gives you exactly what you want. 
You open your eyes and are more than pleased at the sight below you. You see Poe eating you out like a man starved, messy curls falling in his eyes, amongst a sea of love bites peppered all over your thighs. You clench around his tongue, which is now thrusting in and out of you, causing him to meet your eyes. His dark brown orbs were now filled with hunger and a desire to please. Seeing how much of a mess you were already, he began to suck at your clit now, replacing his tongue with two fingers.
Your head craned back and your back arched off the chair. Poe pulled your legs over his shoulders, giving his fingers better access. Everytime he pushed them into you, he curled them upwards to hit that spot that made you see stars. Your thighs were trying to clench together, trapping Poe between your legs. Poe’s name was spilling out of your mouth nonstop alongside endless praise. Your hand returned to his hair once more and pulled much harder than you were expecting to. He moaned, the sound muffled by your core. It sent vibrations through you and it was exactly what you needed to be sent over the edge. You cum so hard you swear you black out. Strings of expletives fall from your mouth, with the occasional mention of his name. When you finally come to again, Poe is lapping up every last drop of your release that he can. You look down to see not only his face but the floor and chair soaked. You soon become too sensitive and try to gently nudge him away but it takes a little bit more than that to get him to leave his sanctuary between your legs. His eyes meet your fucked out ones, infatuated with how good you look like this. 
“I- I’m sorry I didn’t know I could-”
“Shhh,” he cuts you off, “There’s no need to apologize. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Trust me.” He looks down sheepishly. You follow his gaze to his now softening cock, evidence of his newest release dripping from his tip onto the floor. 
“You-”
“Yes I came just from eating you out. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it was just so fucking sexy, and pratically being suffocated by your thighs and you pulling my hair I mean I-” 
It was your turn to shush him now. 
“Hey, like you said, there’s no need to apologize” you assured him
“But what about my rule? You’re too sensitive for another one.” He looks legitimately sad he can’t follow his own made up rule
“Let’s just call this an exception okay?” you smiled down at him and cupped his cheek. He nodded and leaned into your hand. This was it. This was your chance to tell him how you felt. You gave him the most sincere look you could and went for it. 
“I want you. All of you.” you admitted. A confused expression came across his face. You pulled him closer to you. 
“I want this to be more than just this. I want the goofy Poe, t-the brave pilot Poe, the general Poe, I-” You paused to try and find a better way to explain. Realization floods his features. You took a deep breath. 
“Look I know you probably don’t feel the same. But when you called me ‘your love’, or said you wanted to show people I was yours, or mentioned the idea of a ‘next time’, or even when we were just sitting here laughing I realized; I want this. I want you. Every single part of you that I can get. But if I’m reading into this all too much I’m sorry, I really don’t want to put you in an uncomfortable position but I-” 
You hesitate over your next words, wondering if it’d be too much right now. 
“I love you Poe.”
You expect to see a look of pity or disgust. But instead you see every inch of his features light up with the smile that graces his lips.
“Love, there’s a reason I said all those things.” he beams, “I love you too. I have practically since the day I met you.” Your chest fills with warmth and you smile back at him. You pull him up to meet his lips in a sweet kiss. He tasted like you and you loved it. You sat there like that for a few minutes, kissing and just taking in each other’s taste and scent. You were rudely interrupted by a knock on his door. Panic flashed over your face before Poe reassured you that the door was locked. 
“Who is it?” Poe asked
“It’s Rose, we need Y/N’s help fixing this X-wing. Are you almost done with your,” she clears her throat, “meeting?”
“Just about, just give her five minutes.” he responded, struggling not to laugh at the situation. 
“Think you can stand in five minutes?”
“Stand? Yes. Walk normally? No, probably not.” You buried your face in your hands, a blush creeping up your cheeks. Poe tapped on your shoulder. You looked up to see him with his pants back on and handing you your clothing. As you redressed, you became more and more reluctant to leave Poe’s office.
“Poe, they have to know what happened, you heard the way Rose spoke.They must’ve heard us!” you exclaimed anxiously. 
“Look I’m sure it’s fine love. Look,” Poe peeked through the blinds to see more people than normal outside his office, all talking and staring at the door. 
“You know what maybe don’t look.” he retracts. You shoot him a worried look. He walks over to your side and hugs you. 
“It’ll be fine my love. If you want I can walk out first. Or walk out with you.”
“Somehow those options seem worse” you laugh into his chest, taking in his scent of jet fuel, sweat, and musk. 
“I’ll go alone, maybe it’ll show them that I’m independent and I’m not afraid of embracing what we did.” 
“Is any of that true though?” Poe looked down at you in question. You shook your head no. 
“Well hey, fake it till you make it right?” he said, pulling away and giving you a goofy smile. You give him an unenthusiastic one in return.
“Hey, that’s an order now Lieutenant.”
You sent him your best fake smile. 
“Of course, General Dameron.”
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