#poe dameron yearning

[tintinwrites]

ulterior motives | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader (1 of 2)

A/N: Wow, long time, no Poe! And a long time without posts. I just haven’t been motivated to write (or finish what I start) and time is moving so quickly, I can’t even keep track of it. My goodness!!!!

Rating: 18+

Warning: Canon typical violence, naughty words, people assuming you were promoted for doing sexual favors and it is heavily discussed.

Word Count: 4,499, apparently!

Summary: Post-war with The First Order, your generals, Poe and Finn, promote you to commander of your squadron. Not everyone is happy about it, especially with how close you and Poe seem to be.

GIF Credit: ^^^^

You couldn’t help but smile as you hopped down from your ship, removing your helmet and tucking it under your arm, watching your fellow pilots leave their own X-wings to greet the people awaiting you all.

There was nothing more satisfying than a successful mission where nobody got hurt.

There were still remnants of the First Order, desperate people with no personality outside of the dictatorship, as well as new groups popping up. The galaxy simply couldn’t exist without someone with bad intentions wanting to rule it.

When one of your generals sent your squadron out to nip one of the groups in the bud, you hadn’t expected to be ambushed by their ships as soon as you broke the atmosphere for the planet their headquarters were on.

But, even taken by surprise, you managed to take each one of them out and suffer nothing but superficial damage to your ship and the others’. One day in maintenance and they’d all be good as new, like they never even left the hangar.

“Captain,” said a familiar voice from behind you and you nearly jumped, turning to find Poe was approaching you with a proud smile.

“General Dameron,” you breathed out, nearly stumbling over the name as you fought away your own shy smile.

He had that effect on everyone and you were certainly no exception. He was handsome already, but he’d grown a beard speckled with white since taking over as co-general and it made him so…distinguished. He let his hair grow out a bit and it was just barely graying at the temples. He was smart and strong and kind and toned and his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he’d smile at you or laugh or—

How could you not feel something? It was a little embarrassing, the way your heart would jump at the sight of him and your breath would catch when you spoke with him, and your palms would sweat just from being near him. But you couldn’t blame yourself or anyone else for that matter.

You tried your best to not reveal your feelings, hiding genuine yearning behind banter and what could possibly be construed as flirting. And sometimes you couldn’t help how you looked at him, especially when there were times where he looked at you in such a way that you thought that…maybe…

But he was one of your generals and you were just someone with a silly crush. Just like everyone else. You weren’t special, the two of you weren’t fated to be an item just because you liked him. It just…was what it was.

“Looks like Finn did a good job entrusting you with the squadron for this mission.” Poe looked around the tarmac at the other pilots, who were all animatedly telling anyone near them how intense and ‘cool’ the fight was.

You felt a touch of pride, but you just smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without them.”

You looked at him to find he was looking at you now, like he was considering something. When he didn’t say anything and you found yourself wanting to squirm beneath his gaze, you cut through the silence.

“Do I have something on my face?” You leveled him with a jokingly annoyed expression and he looked away with a laugh.

“Nothing that needs fixing,” he said offhandedly, biting his lip in thought for a moment before he looked at you again. “I wanna talk to you about something. In private.”

Your heart felt like it leapt out of your chest, mind immediately racing as it tried to figure out what he would want to talk about. Had you done something wrong? Was he going to ask you out?

You waved the thoughts away and smiled a little too brightly. “Sure! What’s up?”

“No, no, go take a shower and get changed, come to my office after.”

“Are you saying I stink, General?” Your typical banter was only slightly delayed as you tried to calm yourself.

“I’m just saying, I want to be able to inhale when I talk to you.”

Despite him being your superior, you gave him a playful shove that made him stumble back a bit, shaking your head as he laughed. “You’re horrible.”

“And you like it.” You did. Because he never meant it and just wanted to make you…make people laugh. “See you in fifteen?”

“We’ll see if I even show up now.”

——————————————————————————

You were outside of Poe’s office fourteen and a half minutes later, clean and in comfier clothes than a flightsuit; you sped through the process, both eager and nervous about what Poe wanted to talk to you about.

You took a deep breath to fail at calming your nerves before you knocked on the door.

“No one’s here!”

“Oh, then I guess I can just come back another day.” You barely made it a few feet down the hall before the door slid open and Poe was peeking out, smirking at you. “Oh! I thought no one was there.”

“I snuck by when you weren’t looking. Come in.” He nodded and stepped away, and you followed him into the room as the door shut again.

His office was simple, a desk and a few chairs, some necessary technology, a few little personal touches like toys from his childhood or cool things he found on missions. There was one across the hall for Finn that was nearly identical, but he had a lot more personal touches as he discovered new, wonderful things he enjoyed every day.

You sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk as he sat in his, and you waited for him to start the conversation. He was just smiling at you. You stared at him before you squirmed in your seat, feeling awfully hot for some reason. “What did you need to talk to me about?”

“Oh, right, uh…” He sat back in his seat, clearing his throat. “You know how Finn asked you to oversee your mission because Commander Nichos had to step away?”

You nodded. Nichos and you weren’t too close, but he was nice and you respected him, so you were concerned when you found out he wouldn’t be on the mission.

“Well, his wife is pregnant. And he wants to step down as commander so he can just have a family…in peace.” He started to rearrange things on his desk. “Since we’re not in a war and I want his kid to have a dad, I agreed.”

“That’s kind of you.” Poe was a fair general as far as you were concerned. He could get a little worked up sometimes, but it was only when it was necessary.

“But that means we won’t have a commander for your squadron and I’ve been thinking about it and talking to Finn…and we want you.”

You stared. “Want me to do what?”

“Take over as commander…but only if you want to.”

Slowly, you started to register what he was asking you and a smile spread across your face. “I…I would be honored. Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” He rolled his eyes playfully at you.

“This…thank you!” You’d been hoping to climb the ranks with your hard work and you so loved overseeing missions and your squadron. Not to mention, you felt so accomplished and flattered, knowing Poe and Finn thought you were capable enough. “Can I hug you?”

“You know I love hugs.”

You were around the desk and on him so fast, making him grunt as you hugged him tight. You would’ve been in his lap if you didn’t keep your feet on the ground. He laughed warmly in your ear and the sound made you melt, knees buckling as his arm came around you and he gently rubbed your back.

You pulled back after a moment and his arm loosened around you, but it didn’t fall. You stared at each other and you couldn’t help admiring how handsome he was, how soft his eyes were when he looked at you. Did he just glance at your lips? Were you imagining things to give yourself hope?

“General Dameron, I— oh.” You both turned to see a member of your squadron had entered; it was Valin, a typical tall, dark, and handsome man. He was a bit aloof, but a good pilot and fighter.

“Well, your breath smells fine to me!” you said quickly, inwardly cringing as you pulled away from Poe. He looked amused, but turned his attention to Valin.

“Hey, we were just finishing up if you wanna take a seat.” Poe nodded to you that you could leave, which you did in a bit of a daze.

Both from the awkwardness of Valin’s entrance and…whatever the hell that other feeling was. It felt like a strange mixture of hope, longing, and disappointment.

You were almost certain that you wanted to kiss Poe and that he wanted to kiss you back. You did want to kiss Poe.

But he was your general! And everyone wanted him! You were being ridiculous, making things up because you were excited and he was gorgeous. So unbelievably gorgeous…

It would never work, but it was nice to flirt and pretend. Even with your logic, you still wished Valin hadn’t walked in and interrupted whatever was going to happen.

Would Poe have kissed you? Would you be the one who initiated it? Would you both lean in, only to smack your noses together and laugh and break the tension that shouldn’t have been there? It was good that Valin walked in.

Great, even. It made things way less complicated that you weren’t able to kiss one of your generals.

You tried to shift your focus to your new role as commander and how excited you were, but you weren’t sure if you couldn’t stop smiling because of that or because it really seemed like Poe wanted to kiss you.

——————————————————————————

There was a celebration the night it was announced that you were promoted to commander and Valin was promoted to captain; everyone chattered, laughed, and even danced as they enjoyed delicious food and dizzying drinks.

Everyone but Valin, but it didn’t seem out of the ordinary given the distance he always kept between himself and the others. He just stood in the corner, sipping on a strong drink. You supposed he kept his emotions about being promoted to himself.

Regardless, you were having a great time with all your friends celebrating you, and other squadron members congratulating you and telling you how right you were for the job.

Poe observed for most of the night until you - a little buzzed, forgetting embarrassment despite the heat in your body - dragged him over to dance. He didn’t mind, joining in on the fun like he wasn’t one of your highest superiors.

Things were so different with the war over. While there were still problems to be dealt with, they were fewer and farther between, which meant you had time for celebrations and access to real food instead of rations.

You could enjoy your lives to some extent.

“Congratulations again. I gotta get this guy out of here,” said Kelsa, a member of the Blue Squadron, as she helped her husband Adharan out of the room. He was a member of your squadron and he was mumbling random things all the way.

There were few people left at the celebration as the night grew late and everyone felt the true effects of what they drank. It was you, Poe, Finn, a few new faces, and Valin left.

The group of newbies left and your eyes widened when you saw Finn with one of them. You looked at Poe in question when he plopped down next to you with a groan. “Someone made a friend.”

He laughed. “He’s been looking at her like a barghest pup since she joined. It’s about time.”

“Yeah…” You stared at him, the alcohol coursing through you doing a great job at making you forget why it was good you hadn’t kissed Poe the other day.

He had such perfect lips. He was made to be kissed and you wanted to do the kissing.

You didn’t even realize you were leaning in until you felt his fingers on your lips, stopping you from meeting his. He looked like he was almost in pain. “You’re drunk.”

“Not drunk enough to not know what I’m doing.” You mumbled against his finger tips, turning your head to lean into his touch.

“Maybe not, but you’re drunk enough to not think it through. I’m not gonna take advantage of that.” He slowly removed his hand, being sure you were holding your own head up and not relying on him. “I don’t want you to regret it in the morning.”

You knew refusing to take advantage of someone under the influence was the bare minimum a person could do, but you liked Poe so much, it felt like he’d just offered you a million credits. “You’re such a good guy.”

There was a snorted laugh and you looked over to see Valin walking by, but his face was so emotionless that you figured you heard wrong. You wanted to reach out to him even if he was distant, so you stood. “Captain.”

He just stared straight into your soul, only looking away once he was approaching the door.

You scoffed. “Talk about having a stick up your-“

Poe quickly stood and slapped a hand over your mouth, pulling you to his side as he grinned and waved at Valin with his free hand. “Goodnight!”

Valin’s eyes were darker as he left and you continued to mumble behind Poe’s palm. He made sure the other man was likely out of earshot before he moved his hand away.

“-and another thing, who stands in a corner and glares at everyone when they were just promoted? You should be celebrating! And I’ve been so nice to you and you just stare at me! Why?!”

Poe pressed his lips together and patted your shoulder, gently guiding you toward the door. “Yeah, you’re not in your right mind. Let’s get you to bed.”

——————————————————————————

It was a few days later that you noticed that people didn’t seem as excited for you anymore. It couldn’t just be in your mind that everyone was glaring at you, whispering to each other as soon as you were too far to hear them.

You wondered if you’d done something embarrassing at the celebration, but you remembered all of it and the most embarrassing thing you’d done was try to kiss Poe. That wasn’t reputation destroying, was it?

You did your best to ignore it, but the more people whispered without telling you what the problem was, the more irritated and nervous you became.

The tarmac outside of the base was crowded with people as Blue Squadron prepared to leave for a mission, but all conversations hushed as you walked through. The throngs parted, friends and acquaintances and people you didn’t even recognize staring at you. You felt big and small at the same time, like you were taking up too much space for the meaningless person you were in their eyes.

You just kept walking, wanting to wish the squadron luck before going.

Kelsa was about to get into her ship, but she stopped and looked at you with pity. That was better than being stared at like you were an abomination…maybe…pretty sure…you had no idea if it was better or worse. What was there to pity?

You approached their commander, Alsafi, and did your best to smile. “Hey, I just wanted to wish you luck out there.”

She regarded you for a moment like you were a lowly creature she could easily step on, then she lifted her chin and straightened her shoulders. “You know, I was assigned as commander of the Blue Squadron because I worked hard.”

You furrowed your brow. “Yeah…you’re the perfect fit, anyone knows that.”

She hummed and started to climb the ladder to her ship, saying over her shoulder, “I don’t need luck from General Dameron’s pet.

Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed her ankle to stop her ascent. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on!” She clenched her jaw and kicked you away easily, so she could hop back onto the tarmac and loom over you with her impressive height. “Everybody knows. How could he not grant you such a favor when you’ve been granting his?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times in shock, turning to the crowd where some were staring and others quickly pretended they hadn’t been. “Is…is that what you all think? I was promoted to commander because I’m sleeping with Poe?”

A murmur fluttered across the group, some people saying nasty and hateful things while others begrudgingly admitted their beliefs. A few people were silent, obviously not believing the rumor, but too frightened by the general consensus to stick up for you.

That included members of your own squadron, people you’d known the longest, who’d been the most vocal about how happy they were that you were their commander.

“You all know Poe would never do that! That I…I would never accept…I…” You were so flustered by all the anger and judgment pointed towards you. “Kolb, Navi, come on, you know that’s not why!” Your fellow pilots looked ashamed as they stayed silent, so you turned to the ever stoic Valin.

Something was different in his eyes.

“Valin was promoted to captain! Poe and Finn were just moving up their best pilots to fill a space. Tell them.”

“I saw them together with my own eyes,” he said as he stared at you coldly. “And now you claim to be one of our best pilots? Better than me or the rest of our squadron?”

Your face fell. “No…I didn’t mean that…I just mean…we should trust their decisions, I…and what do you mean, you saw us?!”

“In his office, after everyone left the party…”

You scoffed and laughed nervously because, while you hadn’t done anything, you knew the position was compromising and you were filling with unfounded guilt. Or was it unfounded? You did feel that Poe liked you. Did he just promote you because he liked you?

No, he wouldn’t do that. Would he? He promoted Valin too. Maybe he liked Valin.

“We were hugging in his office because I was excited, and I was drunk at the party! Come on, you guys don’t really believe this!”

“If he was just promoting his best pilots, Valin should have been commander and you should have stayed captain,” Alsafi said before climbing into her ship.

Valin leaned in close to you as the crowd began to dissipate, their decision made. “Everyone sees how you look at each other. You think we’re stupid?”

You floundered, but couldn’t come up with a defense before he shouldered past you. What were you supposed to do? Nobody believed you.

All you could think was one thing; hide.

You ran, pushing past anyone who was left, bolting right back into the base so you could hide from their stares and assumptions, humiliated by their lack of faith in your abilities as well as them thinking you were sleeping with Poe.

You were just turning the hallway that held your quarters when you bumped into someone solid, hard enough that the two of you fell into a heap on the floor. He grunted and you gasped, panting.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your eyes widened when they met Poe’s and you quickly scrambled off him and crawled back until you hit the wall, wanting to put distance between you. You couldn’t imagine if someone walked in and found you on top of him.

His brow furrowed as he sat up. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

You didn’t know what to say and you felt panicked as tears welled in your eyes; from how much you liked Poe, and how much you wanted to be commander, and how everyone thought there was a correlation between the two. You opened your mouth and all that came out was a sob.

“Hey…” Poe softened and reached for you, but you quickly moved to your feet and pressed your back against the wall.

“Thank you, but I don’t think I should be commander.” It was like you were replying to a conversation he hadn’t been let in on, and you saw the confusion on his face before you darted down the hallway.

“Wait!” You could hear him calling after you and heard his footsteps running behind you for a moment, but you didn’t dare look back.

Part of you wanted to cry in his arms. The other part feared someone seeing you in another compromising position.

——————————————————————————

You stayed in your quarters for days, too frightened to face the stares or to wrestle with your feelings for Poe. You were also too scared to see his reaction to you turning down the role of commander.

Everyone had rations and a private refresher in their room, so you didn’t even have any reason to leave.

Maybe if you stayed there for a year or two, everyone would forget about this and Valin would be the new commander.

You peeked out from under your covers when you heard a knock on the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Poe.”

“—no one’s here.”

“Should I rephrase that and say that your general is standing out here, in the freezing cold hallway?” When you gave no response, the door slid open and in walked Poe with a sympathetic expression. He looked around before grabbing the chair from your small desk and moving it to face your bed, sitting down. “Kelsa told me what happened.”

You groaned and pulled the covers over your head. “So you see why I can’t be commander and you agree? I’m glad we had this talk.”

“No, I see that someone started a rumor because you’re capable and deserving…and Valin is jealous, he thought he would be promoted to commander.” He tried to pull the covers down, but you held tight. “Come on, I know you. You’re gonna let this ruin something so important?”

“They think I fucked you, Poe,” you said bluntly as you shoved the covers back and sat up to look at him. “Do you know how embarrassing that is? They think I slept with you and that’s why you promoted me.”

“Who cares? You know the truth. I know the truth. And, sooner or later, they’re gonna forget all about the rumor and move onto something else.”

“They’re not gonna respect me if they think I do favors to get what I want.” You looked at your hands.

Poe reached out to tilt your chin up so you’d look at him. “I promoted you because you’re good and you deserved it more than anyone. They’ll get over it.”

You smiled a little, shaking your head. “I just don’t know if it’s right.”

“Well!” He stood and slapped his thighs. “Your squadron has a mission in a few days and I don’t plan to put someone in as commander, even temporarily. So I guess you at least gotta go for this one, or the whole squadron might be lost.”

“That’s just playing dirty.”

“Whatever gets you out of that bed.”

You watched him as he put the chair back and started towards the door, calling out before you could stop yourself, “Poe?”

You didn’t know what you wanted to say when he turned to look at you expectantly. Maybe you wanted to ask if it was all a rumor or if he did like you, if he looked at you the same way you looked at him.

But you couldn’t.

“Thanks,” you said lamely.

“Thank me after your briefing, first thing in the morning.”

——————————————————————————

The morning air was chilled as you finished packing what you needed into your X-wing, looking around at your squadron as they prepared themselves. Most of your group was being respectful and kind, though they hadn’t spoken up for you before.

The only one who didn’t seem to care for your orders was Valin. You didn’t care for him very much at all now, given how he started the rumor, but you would make sure he stayed safe.

You were just climbing the ladder when he approached you, data pad in hand. “General Dameron said he gave us the wrong coordinates, these are the right ones.”

You looked at him and then looked to where Poe was standing to see you all off, smirking a bit when he waved at you. You quickly made your expression neutral and looked at the coordinates on screen, nodding. Maybe even Valin was getting somewhat used to you being his superior, if only by doing something helpful that you imagined Poe was forcing him to do.

“Let’s get a move on, the sooner we’re out of here, the sooner we can come back!” You climbed into the cockpit of your ship and put in the coordinates before you let the canopy close, starting it up.

Poe was still watching as you lifted into the air, followed close by the rest of your squadron with Valin right behind you. You waved to your general quickly before you took off into space, surprised by how far the planet would be.

That’s what hyperspeed was for, you supposed. You were able to engage it once you broke the atmosphere and you were in the quiet expanse of stars.

It cut your travel time in half and you exited it once you were a few minutes away from the planet, pausing when you only saw one ship behind you. Where the hell was the rest of your fleet?

Your comm crackled to life and you could hear Valin, “I think they dropped out of hyperspeed too soon, this place is kinda in the middle of nowhere. We should go ahead and land, scope out the place.”

He was right about the planet being in the middle of nowhere and you knew your squadron was smart, they’d figure out the coordinates. It made sense to go ahead and get started, so you could see what needed to be done.

You took off your helmet once your ship had touched down, climbing out to take a look at your surroundings.

It was pretty barren, dirt as far as the eye could see, crumbling buildings and dead foliage. You couldn’t even hear animals or the wind.

“I think maybe we’re the ones who dropped out of hyperspeed at the wrong time,” you said over your shoulder as Valin jumped out of his ship. “I don’t think this is even livable. Maybe it was at one time, but not anymore…they wouldn’t want a planet without resources they can harvest.”

“No, I think we’re in the right place,” came Valin’s voice from right behind you.

You barely had time to register the pain of something being brought down on the back of your head before everything went black.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

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

Day One - Frank Castle x Reader

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

Day Two - Frankie Morales x Reader

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

Day Three - Diego Jimenez x Reader

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

Day Four - Santiago Garcia x Reader

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

Day Five - Jax Teller x Reader

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

Day Six - Josh Lyman x Reader

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

Day Seven - Matt Murdock x Reader

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

Day Eight - Rafael Barba x Reader

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

Day Nine - Nathan Bateman x Reader

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

Day Ten - Poe Dameron x Reader

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

Day Eleven - Bruce Wayne x Reader

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

Day Twelve - Will Miller x Reader

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

Day Thirteen - Jim Kirk x Reader

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

Day Fourteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader

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

Day Fifteen - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

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

Day Sixteen - Indiana Jones x Reader

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

Day Seventeen - Ben Miller x Reader

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

Day Eighteen - Tommy Shelby x Reader

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

Day Nineteen - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Reader

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

Day Twenty - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Sex toys; fingering; blowjobs

Day Twenty-One - Harvey Specter x Reader

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

Day Twenty-Two - Marcus Pike x Reader

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

Day Twenty-Three - Jonathan Levy x Reader

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

Day Twenty-Four - James Bond x Reader

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

Day Twenty-Five - Shiv Roy x AFAB!Reader

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

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

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

Day Twenty-Seven - Christopher Pike x Reader

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

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

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

Day Twenty-Nine - Don Draper x Reader

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

Day Thirty - Jake 'Hangman' Sersin x Reader

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

Day Thirty- One - A Thank You :)

[pygmi-cygni]

fic recs: ao3

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ghosts in the landing zone - 16 chap, ADORABLE AS FUCK OMGGGGG enemies to lovers 100/10 ☆

The Bet by guardianangelcas - smut smut smut the best dialogue i've ever read 11/10

Directions (idr author but look up poe dameron/reader and 'directions' in the title category, it'll be the 1st) - smut, sweet, 10/10

the hating game (lightyaers) - might also be on tumblr actually, very good enemies to lovers, poe is Yearning, cute cute 10/10

nathan bateman

Loosen Up - college au, good tension, sweet ending, 10/10

afternoon delights - fluff, suggestive, mild smut? adorable 10/10

the chick in apt 56 - funny, cute, banter, wholesome 10/10

din djarin

Distraction - smut, soft dom, very soft, softest din ever, my heart is melting 10/10

This isn't the way... - enemies to lovers slow burn, well written 11/10

(i don't read a lot of mando sorry lol)

[gooddaykate]

My Heart Seeks Yours

Poe Dameron x fem! reader

Summary: You and Poe were best friends. You confessed your feelings for him and he rejected you. After running away and spending years apart, you are reunited when he joins the Resistance.

Author's Note: Nothing, really... it's angsty. Actually I lied, there is one warning, and that's the fact that this may never be finished. So it may be an angsty cliffhanger forever, sorry. Also? Bless @its-the-darkest-timeline for liking my question of if this was even wanted- thanks bb

cross-posted on ao3

not my GIF

Growing up on Yavin 4 with Poe Dameron had made you wild.

Running spice on Kajimi with Poe Dameron had made you reckless.

Working your way up to Colonel in the Resistance without Poe Dameron had made you disciplined. And you had done it all on your own. You had left Poe in the Thieves’ Quarter one night without a word and hadn’t looked back. If your heart yearned for someone you knew you couldn’t have, well, that was nobody’s business.

It had been years since you had seen or even heard about Poe. And frankly, that was fine by you.  It didn’t mean you thought about him any less, but one could dream.

Someone cleared their throat and broke you out of your  thoughts. You looked up from your datapad to see Lieutenant Connix. “Colonel, the General has requested an audience. There is a new squadron of recruits from the New Republic.”

“Pilots?” you asked her with a sigh.

Kaydel smirked back at you. “Pilots.”

The General looked up from the reports she was focused on when you entered high command.

“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re here. I’m sure the Lieutenant filled you in on the new squadron. I want you to take them under your wing. Particularly their leader. He is rash, but passionate. We could certainly use some passion.”

“Yes, General.”

She sent a soft  smile your way. “How many times do I have to tell you to call me Leia, dear?”

“One more time, ma’am.”

Her eyebrows raised, but she continued with another soft smile and a shake of her head. “The commander is a phenomenal pilot. I’ve heard he might even be better than you, Colonel.”

You huffed out a laugh, “We’ll see about that, ma’am.”

She hummed and reached out to pat your arm. “I’m sure you will. He’s the son of Shara Bey.”

Dread settled in your stomach. “Shara Bey? Really.” Your voice cracked in the middle of her name, but Leia didn’t mention it.

“Oh, yes. I’m sure you know she led the defense on Naboo and helped my brother with a Jedi errand before she retired. I think she actually settled on your home planet.”

“Ah, yes ma’am. Yavin 4. I knew Mrs. Dameron before… you know. We were neighbors. She’s who taught me to fly.”

Leia’s eyes lit up. “Then you know Poe already. Sometimes the galaxy feels much smaller than it is, doesn’t it?”

“It certainly can.” 

“Well, enjoy this little reunion.” With a wave of her hand, she dismissed you to the flight deck.

Faced with seeing the man who once knew you best, your mind was in a panic. The memories of the night you left had been on a constant loop since Leia had said he was here.

He had come into your room gushing about one of the other runners- the leader’s daughter. 

“She’s incredible. She really is. I think I could probably love her.”

Any time Poe would speak to you about Zorii, your stomach tied up in knots, and this time was no exception. You had come to terms that he might mean more to you than friends, but in that moment, you actually felt your heart break.

You plastered on your best smile, even though you knew he’d be able to see right through it.

“Good for you, bud. Do you know how she feels?”

His eyes were narrowed and he gave you a skeptical look. “I know she likes me.”

Your breath caught in your throat but you powered through. You gave his arm a light punch. “How could she not? You’re Poe kriffing Dameron!”

“What’s wrong?”

With your best noncommittal shrug, you got up from your bed that the two of you were sitting on. “Why would something be wrong, Poe?”

“I don’t know, why would something be wrong?”

You scoffed, but refused to turn around and met his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, Poe.”

Poe was quiet for a moment longer. It made you startle when he put his hand on your shoulder because you hadn’t heard him get up. “You can talk to me about whatever’s going on, Bug. I can help you with whatever it is.”

A sad smile crossed your face, and Poe’s eyes became concerned. “Not with this, bud. You can’t help with this.”

“Bug, come on. You’re worrying me. You know I can fix anything.”

“Well, don’t worry.” You shrugged his hand off your shoulder and still hadn’t met his eyes. “What makes you so sure I even want you to help, Poe? There’s a reason I haven’t told you about it.”

“I- We tell each other everything, though. Are you- are you in some sort of trouble? Is it Zeva?”

“Maker, alive. No, Poe, I am not in any sort of trouble with Zeva or anyone else. I just don’t want to talk about it.”

He ducked his head enough that you were forced to make eye contact with him. “Bug, I’m worried because I care. Please, just talk to me.”

“You care,” you scoffed back at him.

“Of course I care!” Poe was pleading with you, now, his dark eyes vulnerable.  “You’ve been my best friend since we were kids.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and dragged you forward so that he could rest his forehead on yours. He stood there quiet for a moment with his eyes closed. “You mean everything to me.”

“You’ll look at me differently, Poe. I know you will. And I never want that to happen,” you whispered back.

A single tear fell down your cheek as he pulled his face away from yours. “Talk to me, sweetheart. Nothing could ever come between the two of us.” He swiped the tear away with his thumb and said your name, your real name, with such tenderness that your resolve broke.

“You aren’t mine… but sometimes I pretend you wish you were. I pretend that you secretly want me, too. I regularly forget that it’s something I’ve made up, that you don’t want me. That you aren’t mine.”

“I don’t-”

“I’m in love with you, Poe,” you said plainly. “I have been since we were kids.” More tears were falling, now, and you were helpless to stop them. “Maker, why do you think I followed you to Kajimi? Do you really think I want to be here? That I want to be a criminal?”

Poe dropped his hands and took a step back. “But I thought-”

“But it’s never me. You never see me.”

“Bug, that’s not- I can’t just- I have to- because Zorii-”

He looked panicked, and you turned so you wouldn’t have to face him anymore.

When Poe still didn’t say anything, your shoulders fell even more. “I think maybe you should leave, Poe,” you whispered.

You heard him take a step forward, and you knew that if you turned around, he’d have a hand out reaching for you. “Can I-”

“Please go.”

“Bug, please.”

Poe’s voice sounded as tortured as you felt, but you just wanted to cry in peace. Maybe his rejection would feel less painful, then. “Poe, please leave.”

You heard his hand drop and he sighed. “Okay.” Your door opened and it was quiet again. “Promise me something?”

And because it was Poe asking, you couldn’t help but oblige. You turned your head so he knew you were listening.

“Promise me the next time I see you, we’ll talk about this. There are… things to say. Things you need to know.”

“Sure, Poe.”

“I’m going to hold you to that. You mean everything to me. That will never change.”

“Okay, Poe.”

The room was quiet for a moment longer and you could feel his eyes on the back of your neck. Only when he closed the door behind him did you collapse in on yourself. You curled yourself into a ball and cried for what felt like a lifetime. When you couldn’t cry anymore, you straightened yourself out and got to work packing the small amount of personal belongings you had brought with you from home. If you were gone come morning, there wouldn’t be anything to talk about.

With another cursory glance around the quarters you tried to pretend were home, you headed into the frigid Kajimi weather to catch a transport shuttle to anywhere.

On the third (or maybe fourth- you don’t remember, now) transport you hopped on to disperse any trail you left behind, you met Snap. He was on his way to reunite with his mother after having been separated from her for a number of years. You didn’t want to speak to anyone, but Snap didn’t care; he did all the talking anyway. He told you about his battle droid, Mister Bones. He told you about how his parents were taken from him, and how he was going to join the rebels with her. Then his voice fell to a hush and he asked if you’d like to come with him

Just like that, you had a new home and a new best friend.

You kept your head down, for the most part, but then you did something equally brave and stupid. You got noticed. You’d noticed an anomaly in a report. And when you looked into it, you noticed it again and again, going back for several months. The closer you looked, the more malicious it seemed.

As quietly as possible, you had requested an audience with the General. Even if it ended up being nothing, you didn’t want to trust anyone else with it.

When the General promoted you all the way to major, she explained it away with a shrug of her shoulders and a “that’s what ousting a First Order spy will get you”. When she promoted you to commander and then to colonel, she only had proud tears shining in her eyes. Leia wasn’t without her moments of mischief, though, and you had a sinking feeling that she’d already known at least some of your history with Shara Bey’s son.

You were just going to have to hope he didn’t recognize you- or better yet, not even remember you.

The flight deck was a mess of bodies when you finally willed yourself down there. Snap had inserted himself somewhere in the chaos- you could hear him, but not see him. When the resistance pilots noticed your presence, it was with immediate attention. You had earned your place and their respect, and they knew it.

There were only a few voices still heard, one of which you knew to be the man you still pined after, all these years later. They caught on to the quiet relatively quickly, and when Snap saw you, he beamed.

It was like time slowed down. He was turning and any moment, your eyes would meet for the first time in years. The building smile froze on his face and his helmet clattered to the floor as soon as he saw who was standing in front of him. The two of you just looked at each other, and you could see the anger settling in his features. The rest of the people on the flight deck were watching the two of you, waiting to see what would happen. You would never put it past him to make a scene, so you opted to address the deck before he could.

You gave the new pilots your name. “I am your colonel. I have earned that rank here, so you will address me as such. The General and I may see fit to disband your current squadron and place you as individuals on other teams. Captains Pava and Wexley are your current commanding officers. We need good pilots, that is irrefutably true. We also need good people. I hope each and every one of you finds your place here,” your eyes roamed the faces in front of you, and you purposely skipped over Poe. “If you need anything, the captains or I can answer any questions you may have, as well as Vice Admiral Holdo.”

“The colonel’s really not as much of a hard-ass as she sounds,” Snap piped up from his spot near the back of the group.

Despite yourself, Snap’s joke had the beginnings of a grin starting on your face. “Thank you for that addition, Captain Wexley.” With a small shake of your head, you straightened yourself back to your rank. “Your training starts at 0500 tomorrow morning. In the meantime, the captains will show you to your new bunks,” you nodded in farewell. “Until tomorrow, everyone. May the Force be with you.”

Again, you refused to meet Poe’s eyes. You’d made it most of the way down the corridor while he called out both your name and his nickname for you, and when you still didn’t stop for him, he yelled out, “Colonel!” Your body stopped and your heart clenched. But you could do this. You were a colonel in the resistance, for maker’s sake. You could face the man you… 

You turned toward him jogging to reach you. “How can I help you?”

Poe’s eyes were dark with emotion. “Really? That’s all you have to say to me? You owe me a conversation and you know it.”

“I’m a busy woman, so by all means, say what you need to say.”

“You left. You promised me- but then you just left. I was going to- You deserved to know. But you left me. I didn’t even know you were alive.”

“You could have asked Kes. I’m sure he knew. Our fathers never could keep secrets from each other.”

There were tears gathering in Poe’s eyes, and you made yourself look anywhere but at him so you wouldn’t give away your own heart.

“Why did you leave me behind, Bug?” he whispered.

“I didn’t belong there. We both knew that.”

“If you weren’t happy, you should have told me!” his voice rose in volume until it echoed around the deck. You took a step toward him with your hand raised, trying to get him to keep his tone lowered.

“Oh, yes, and we would have gone home and you would have resented me for taking away your adventure!” you hissed.

Poe’s eyes were sad when you looked back up at him. “I never would have resented you. You meant everything to me,” he shifted on his feet and looked down. “You still do.”

“Maybe so, but I couldn’t stay. And I’m not really sure you wanted me there, either, seeing as you had your budding romance.”

He scoffed and looked away from you, his jaw shifting. “Zorii had nothing to do with anything. If you’d’ve stayed, you would have known that.” He sighed your name and reached for you, like no time had passed between you. You let him hold your hand, his fingers tracing the lines of your palm. His voice was quiet when he spoke again. “Did you ever- did you think of me?”

Your body shuttered out a sob, not able to hold it in anymore, and he continued. “I thought of you- every moment of every day. I prayed to every god I knew of that you were safe. That you were alive. Maker, I died that day, knowing you’d left me. And that I was the reason you’d gone.” His eyes were misty when he looked up from where his fingers still traced your hand. “I’ve missed you. I missed you like my soul was ripped from my body. Like I’ve lost you in every single lifetime. And knowing it was because you didn’t know, because I had never thought to hope. It was torture, Bug.”

When he reached up to brush a tear from your face, another sob tore from you.

“Please,” you whispered. “Please just let me be. I wouldn’t survive a second time.”

Poe’s hand was still holding yours and his eyes were pleading with you to listen and understand him. “There is no pretending. I love you. I loved you then and I love you now. I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I will love you then, too.”

Your breath was coming out in short gasps, unable to find purchase in your lungs. Everything you’d ever desperately dreamed of hearing from him, all the hope you’d ever poured into the unrequited love for your best friend. But you couldn’t do this again. You had snuffed out the hope in yourself, and you wouldn’t let yourself be dragged back in.

So when he asked, with all the love you’d ever hoped to be returned to you shining in his eyes, “do you think you could ever love me again?”, you would never forget the pain, the heartbreak clear as day on his face as you responded. “Of course I could, and I hate myself for it."

[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: "Didn't see that one coming" edition...

I've been wanting to start collecting my all time favorite stories in ages but never knew where to start, there are just too many talented souls out there. A lazy day of re-reading favorites makes me want to finally give it a try though.

Featuring today: stories that defy my usual hunting patterns but still became all time favourites against all odds. Stories leaving me utterly gobsmacked thinking "That was so, soo awsome... but how on earth did I end up in this fandom / character / trope tag of all places?".

@messy-insomniac-bookgirl Let's be honest: this writer is the spirit animal of this specific selection. Never heard of the fandom? Dislike the protagonist with a passion? Doesn't matter: she writes it, I devour and love it. The reason? Dense and hugely rewarding story-telling, perfect pacing, side characters you want to adopt on the spot, delicious slow burns with sooo much yearning. And, most importantly, the awesome female OCs. I am in love with each and every one of them, regardless who they share a screen with. It's almost impossible to select just one story for this list but let's go for "Keep Calm and Buckle Up" (AO3) for suddenly making me feel things when Steve Rogers entered the stage in "Infinity War". Steve Rogers x OFC, James "Bucky" Barnes x OFC, Steve x Bucky x OFC. Action, slow burn, emotional roller coaster rides. Rated E.

@batsingotham "Written in the stars" (AO3) I don't do Soul Mate AUs. I don't do Robert Pattinson characters. For me the best things about "The Batman" were Andy Serkis' Alfred and 3 hours of Niravana in a loop. But the undisputed goddess queen of slow burn domestic fluff overruled all of that. Bruce Wayne/Reader. Soulmate AU. Dorks in love. Bruce needs a hug and Alfred has the patience of a saint. Rated M.

"Sweet Conversations" by @glassgulls Lord of the Rings has been living in my head rent free ever since I was a teenager but I simply don't do Elves. Period. Yes, Glorfindel is very cool and Lee Pace's Thranduil is an absolute vision (the costumes, the voice and the make up, mind you, don't get me started on any other aspect of the Hobbit movies though...) but otherwise? Thanks but no thanks. Nevertheless: the award for best fictional kiss I’ve come across in ages goes to this gem. Amazing scene setting and character work for something so short. Leaves you weak-kneed and high as a kite on serotonin for the rest of the day. Haldir/Reader. One-shot. Rated M.

„Ownership of Mine“ by @amywritesthings . Okay, lets be honest, peeps: Prison settings for a romance story? Seriously? Who in their right mind would be able to think about romance and seduction when all of your freedom is taken away, you are crammed into a small and dark space with people of questionable character and put under constant surveilance. Well… apparently I can… with this story. Even if that tag is a big red NO GO sign for me otherwise. Amazingly dense story telling and atmosphere building in just 3 short chapters. Kino Loy/Reader. Rated E.

„Directions“ by @zinzinina . Probably a sure sign that I am getting too old for all of this but tags about age gaps, first love or first times usually make me run for the hills. Add a character like Poe Dameron (I mean: come on! Howww…?!) to the mix and there is not enough willing suspension of disbelieve in the world to get me immersed in the plot. Or so I thought. Unwisely. Until this beauty came along. Poe Dameron/Reader. Rated E.

[campingwiththecharmings]

"Can we eat in your room?" "Only if we are naked," Poe grins, making you dissolve into laughter. "Stop that, right now!" You warn through giggles. "I've been away for almost a month! I've been storing it all up. You are in for a lonnnnnng night, baby," he winks, and for a moment, you`re laughing so hard you forget anything had gone wrong at all today.

asdl;slf;' please, they are adorableeeeeeeeeeee (also, yes pls, feel free to keep me up alllll night, baby 👀)

all his fucking inuendoes asdl;ksl;fkdg what a DORK (i love him eternally).

Poe's expression softens from teasing into something that makes your chest ache with love. It's as though the seriousness of the last few years of war drop away, and the boy Poe used to be, stares at you with hopeless adoration.

SO PRECIOUS. if i was ever on the receiving end of his heart eyes, i honestly think i'd die (but man what a way to go).

"Don't think I've ever been the little spoon before. I like it," Poe sighs contentedly, his hands resting over yours wrapped around his chest, holding you in place.

he really would tho, wouldn't he. 😭 blessssssssssssssss.

all the teasing and laughing and the domesticity ugh, i'm sobbing tbh. this was so sweet and funny, thank you for sharing it. ❤️❤️❤️

The Little Spoon

Poe Dameron x G/N Reader

Rating: M

Wordcount : 1600 (ish)

Warnings : Fluff, mentions of getting caught during sex/heavy petting, rife with teasing innuendos, soft softness, spooning, brief mentions of food, Poe being an adorable menace.

Prompt / Summary : Burying your face in their neck, listening to their heartbeat, spooning at night. / After a difficult day you and Poe try something new in the bedroom.

A/N : Anon who sent me the prompts - i dont know if fluffy was what you really wanted but… i kinda went pretty fluffy cute with this. If you were hoping more for a NSFW request please send me an ask and i’ll do an alt fic for you :)

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"Stop!" You half whine, half laugh, burying your face in Poe's neck.

"I don't know if he'll ever be able to talk to you again without blushing!" Poe laughs, clearly finding the fact his newest squad member walking in on you both in a, well, compromising, position, hilariously funny, and your embarrassment even funnier.

Since then poor Leru had been unable to look at you without his cheeks lighting up red, and losing all ability to speak.

"Take it as a compliment it affected him so much," Poe shrugs, taking the whole situation in his stride, as usual. "You can't change what happened, and besides you can't hide out here forever."

'Here' was the grassy bank outside the, what now seemed all too small, base entrance. You had escaped out into the humid night air as soon as your shift was over, convinced everyone you encountered knew the story and was staring at you.

Of course, they already knew that you and Poe were close, but perhaps not quite how close. There had never really been time, during the middle of a war, to consider what you were. And now you were together, both of you wanted to enjoy it without too much fuss. At least while you settled into a new routine, and Poe to his new role as General. So really, getting carried away in what should have stayed an empty office, after Poe had returned from a long mission, was not the best of plans.

But oh, he had been so distractingly hot. The way he'd smiled, his eyes flickering up and down your body, the way he'd pulled you tight against his chest, the way his lips had brushed against your skin.

It was hard to regret what happened. But you did regret getting caught.

"I can stay here as long as I like," you challenge his statement, folding your arms.

"I could just order you back inside," he shrugs with a sigh, making out it would be a huge inconvenience for him to do that.

"You wouldn't dare!" You twist to glare at him in challenge, as Poe leans back to look at you, a serious expression creasing his brow. He slowly raises one eyebrow, before he finally gives in, bursting into laughter.

"No, you're right. I like continuing to live without a vibroblade in my chest, so I guess orders are off the table!" He pulls you back into his arms, holding you tight against him.

"How about I very politely request you come back inside? We can grab some food and get an early night?"

"I don't want to go to the canteen,” you mumble, picking at a loose thread on your trousers, unable to remove the idea that everyone would be judging you.

"You know, I don't think anyone else knows? And even if they did, firstly, it's not like they saw anything personally, just second hand, and secondly, if anyone says a damn word I'll have their ass hauled in front of me faster than they can blink!" Poe states passionately.

"That's sweet. But we agreed on no special treatment."

"Not special. I'd do that for anyone talking inappropriately about anyone. You get absolutely no special treatment. I've never given you any special treatment." Taking your chin he tilts your face towards him before he places a soft kiss against your lips.

"Hmm, so you offer that to everyone, do you?"

"Well, everyone is a little broad. More like a select group. You, Finn, Rey, Snap, BB, that really cute medic we met in Yavin," he shrugs with a teasing smile as you roll your eyes. “Now stop overthinking.”

Poe was right, you were over thinking, and as annoying as his teasing could be, you know it comes from a good place in his heart. He simply wants you to see that it's not all bad. Nothing you could do now would change anything that already happened. All you could do was, as Poe does, make the best of the situation.

Still, the embarrassment gnaws a little at your thoughts, though quieter, still there for now.

"Can we eat in your room?"

"Only if we are naked," Poe grins, making you dissolve into laughter.

"Stop that, right now!" You warn through giggles.

"I've been away for almost a month! I've been storing it all up. You are in for a lonnnnnng night, baby," he winks, and for a moment, you`re laughing so hard you forget anything had gone wrong at all today.

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"I'm sorry," Poe offers later that night, his fingers trailing up and down your back as you lay in his bed, curled up against his side, his heartbeat drumming in your ear as you lean your head on his chest, half asleep.

You hum in question, wondering what he's talking about.

"Earlier. It was my fault we got caught like that. I should have waited. I was just excited to see you and being impulsive. I’ll try and keep my hands to myself for a little longer next time.”

You lean up on your elbow to look at him, frowning in confusion and feeling the tendrils of guilt in your own belly that he feels he's somehow to blame. The last thing you wanted was for Poe to feel he couldn't be his usual, affectionate self.

"There's nothing you need to apologise for. We were both willing participants. I was excited to see you too. You’ve no idea how much I missed you."

Poe's hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you down to him as he mumbles, "I missed you too, baby," against your mouth before he kisses you.

When he finally lets you go, you have to take a moment, feeling a little giddy, whether with love or lack of oxygen, you aren't sure.

"Anyway, I like you being impulsive," you assure him with a soft smile.

"Then I rescind my apology," Poe chuckles as you snuggle back down against his side, trying to get comfy again.

Except now you have a problem. No matter where you place yourself, you can't quite get comfy enough to fall asleep. Something just feels wrong.

You let out a noise of annoyance, sitting up.

"Turn over," you instruct, laughing as Poe raises a questioning eyebrow, his lips upturning in a familiar grin.

"Is this going a sex thing? Because you know I can stay awake a little longer. I'm sure I can help tire you o-"

"Get your mind out of the gutter," You laugh, cutting him off and pressing your hands against his arm, trying to manually roll him over, onto his side.

"So it's not a sex thing? I'm disappointed," Poe sighs over dramatically, ignoring your pathetic attempts to move him.

"I want to cuddle you!" You explain with an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, that's what we are calling it these days? Okay, well, we can 'cuddle' as much as you like," he grins, eyes crinkling with amusement as he makes air quotes at you. You make a show of dramatically rolling your eyes in response.

"No, Poe! I mean I want to hold you!"

"Hold which bit?" He wiggles his eyebrows as you try and bite back your laughter. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, telling yourself you are grateful he's home and he just needs to get this out of his system.

When you open them again you fix him with a stern look.

"Alright, alright!" Poe holds his hands up in surrender, clearly deciding he might be pushing too far now. "You want me to be the little spoon?" He asks, obviously having known exactly what you wanted from the first time you asked.

"I want you to be the little spoon." You nod in confirmation. Poe's expression softens from teasing into something that makes your chest ache with love. It's as though the seriousness of the last few years of war drop away, and the boy Poe used to be, stares at you with hopeless adoration.

"I like that idea better," he says simply, before he rolls over with his back to face you. "But I'm still open to the sex thing." He adds, making you snort as you try to contain your laughter, knowing it will only encourage him.

Once Poe is settled, you curl up behind him, wrapping an arm over his chest, tucking your legs in behind his, cuddling up close to him as you press your face between his shoulder blades.

"Don't think I've ever been the little spoon before. I like it," Poe sighs contentedly, his hands resting over yours wrapped around his chest, holding you in place.

You smile and press a soft kiss to his back, "I like it too."

A near silence settles over you both, the only sound in the room your steady breathing as you hold each other. You can feel your eyes finally starting to drift shut, but you also know Poe is not asleep yet, as his fingers continue to gently caress your arm, almost distractedly.

“What are you thinking, Flyboy?” You mumble sleepily against his skin, not wanting to fall asleep if he has something on his mind.

"I was just wondering," he mumbles quietly, “if you think Leru is thinking about us right now?"

"Go to sleep!" You sigh against his back, feeling him shake with barely contained laughter.

"I definitely think he enjoyed it a little bit."

"Sleep!" You hiss, refusing to play into his teasing again.

There's a moment of silence, one in which you think that he's given up with the teasing and finally decided to get some rest. That is until -

"Do you think he wants to join us sometime?"

"POE!"

You can't help but smile as his laughter fills the room. Insufferable, infuriating, pain in the ass. You had missed him, so very much.

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[supernovafeather]

Always Learning (18+)

FO!Poe Dameron x f!Supreme Leader!Reader

Summary : The First Order Commander Poe Dameron comes back from a mission and has to report it to the new Supreme Leader, but nothing prepared him to that kind of treatment.

Content : boss/employee relationship, humiliation kink, praise kink, degradation, dom!reader, sub!Poe, angst, inappropriate use of the Force, oral sex (M to F), worship.

Around 4k words

Poe was bursting with impatience as he paced almost aggressively towards the Supreme Leader's office. The mere thought of reporting his squadron's latest success filled him with pride, one that turned him into one of those nameless cocky pilots he got to crossed the path of throughout these years of service. Lately, many started to fear you. Not because of some sudden ego boost after Kylo Ren's murder - or "departure" as you liked to call it - but more because of the lack of good news finding you in the middle of the blizzard surrounding your base. What had to be a simple trip to celebrate this high tech and formidable military base got no other choice than to be turned into an extended and frustrating forced vacation far from everything for you. And as this part of the Galaxy remained mostly hostile to your conquest, positive feedback remained a rarity.

As soon as he walked in, Poe worked on his breathing not to let it get too loud. Between the slight shake of his hands behind his back, his heart pounding mercilessly and the raging blizzard outside his senses didn't know what to focus on. However his eyes could appreciate your figure turned towards the glass windows covering the whole wall, giving you a breathtaking view on the brutal snowstorm ravaging the valley. Your shoulders were low, as often these days.

"Supreme Leader," he started as his chest swelled with this need to prove his loyalty, "as my squadron's mission turned out the be a complete success I have the pleasure to announce you that the whole area is now yours. My men are still out there trying to secure the area for good but fortunately the blizzard is keeping the rebels at bay."

The Commander noticed the smallest shift in your upper body but you still didn't turn around. He liked it when you showed your bad mood.

"Will there be enough rations," you asked in a tired voice. "Absolutely Supreme Leader. The storm shouldn't last for more than three days." "Is everyone equipped with the new outfits?"

He adored that slight care you showed for his men, it changed him so much from Kylo Ren.

"They are. Also this victory is serving us as a huge moral boost for our soldiers. It confirms that you were right about insisting on invading this area. I've overheard several conversations and all of them were in your favor."

He heard the slight crack as you rolled your shoulders a little to ease some tension. It felt good to bring you some relief but you still hadn't turned around to face him. Sure he could see your dark figure contrasting with the vast whiteness of the scenery, but he needed more. There was something in the way you stood out there rather silently, so unreachable, that made him yearn for validation. As naive as it sounded he felt lost. Maybe due to the need to create new landmarks after this political landslide that could have crushed the First Order in a matter of days.

"How do the rebels react?" "We don't know for sure as the coms got affected by the storm," he replied before swallowing hard to get rid of the lump forming, "but for now they seem to be retreating to some caverns that we know to be empty." "Do they have rations with them?"

Poe opened his mouth to answer, and let it open as you finally showed your face. A tired and cold one for sure with dry skin, dark bags and a messy bun, but he still let his eyes lingering on yours for a while. Even the weird rash that erupted due to anxiety looked great on you, the Order needed a leader ready to go to the Frontline both physically and mentally. You raised an eyebrow at this but the sudden warmth invading his cheeks and the childlike grin that crawled on his face were stronger than his sense of professionalism.

"They don't. They will either freeze to death or get out of here weakened in a few days." "Focus on your mission, Dameron." "I am focusing."

It wasn't a lie after all but the faint and bizarre memory of those invisible hands wouldn't leave his mind. As disturbing this had been, it made his brain go overdrive everytime he thought about it. He displeased you once during your very first meeting when he remained unsure of your opinions and plans but discovered that getting Force-chocked wouldn't necessarily feel as bad as it used to.

"We lost two southern outposts." You stated. "What do you have to answer to that?"

The man's blood turned cold at the slight frown on your forehead. His wet palms found his hips as he wiped them on the cold black fabrics. His body anticipated any attack from you and the slight humiliation of feeling this tiny bit excited about it made him bite his bottom lip.

"I had no idea. Was the Resistance involved ? Were our attackers a bait?" "They were. Two outposts lost, and thirty soldiers as mute as corpses as long as the storm lasts. And I'm not talking about the ships, droids and ammunition lost in this…. mess."

You were incredibly displeased. He could see how void your gaze was. He lowered his. You might be much more in control of your emotions than Ren but it didn't mean you weren't dangerous. Anybody so enraged that their mind separated itself from their body should be feared.

"Tell me what needs to be done Supreme Leader, and I will do what's required. I won't let…"

His heart started to pump brutally in his chest as he felt that invisible hand resting on his cheek gently, but making him look up at you with a firm grab. You stood there, still at your spot with your displeased face directed to him as he struggled not to hyperventilate. Death couldn't be considered as something terrifying him per say but it might change.

"Many things need to be done, Commander. You won't be able to solve this situation anyway but you show your loyalty over and over again by volunteering even in what could turn out to be a suicide mission. Tell me why I don't have more dedicated men like you?"

Poe felt lightheaded at this unexpected compliment, but even more at the slight praising caress he could feel. As you said he needed to focus or his brain would shut down at that lack of blood.

"It's my pleasure ma'am. I want to lead the First Order to victory."

He felt so much younger and manipulatable like this, praised for his good work and under your unreadable scrutiny. The strange hand sliding up to his scalp behind his right ear had him almost dizzy.

"Come closer," you ordered in a stern voice.

Poe obeyed, stopping when the hand pulled on his hair. The shiver running down his spine felt delightful, as well as seeing you so close to him now. Barely six feet away from his Supreme Leader.

"You will take some rest from this mission. I know it was a tough battle in such conditions. You and your men deserve it. Then tomorrow morning you will go south and kill those bastards to take over the south eastern outpost. Another team will take care of the second one at exactly the same time. You will receive more info tonight. Am I clear?"

He nodded eagerly before letting a shaky sigh out as the pressure released on his hair, replaced by another soft touch easing the slight pain. If his eyes could literally devour you, there wouldn't be anything left of your still figure.

"Dameron."

Poe bowed in humiliation, only resulting in his neck getting grabbed by that invisible power.

"I'm sorry ma'am, this won't happen in the future." He groaned.

That was all a lie and you knew it, he could feel it. This was why you walked closer to him, defying his eyes as he looked down uncomfortably due to his face turned to the ceiling.

"You will never change, Dameron."

The second hand now rubbing his belly felt too good to be true.

"Supreme Leader, I'm sorry for any form of disrespect," he squealed as the Force disappeared from his body, "it was non of my intention to…"

The rest of his sentence vanished from his mind as you started to eye him up and down slowly. Still no emotion showing clearly on your face if not for that slight frown. The blizzard whistling against the massive structure around the both of you had at least the benefit of distracting him. Out of the blue he kneeled down, more guided by a primitive need to submit rather than out of respect. The pilot shifted so fast that a flash of surprise appeared on your face as he looked up at you.

"Supreme Leader I am sorry for the disrespect I may be showing to you. I'm completely dedicated to our cause and admire you to no end. Please let me supervise both of the tomorrow's attacks. I will take part to the one you indicated me but please let me take care of this."

Almost out of breath he dared to send you one of those seductive gaze he knew so well worked on anybody he met. Either to flirt seriously or just to mess with others it was his magic trick. Testing this on a new Supreme Leader was risky but he felt the need in his guts to act in such irrational way. Fortunately none of his mysoginistic pilots would see him in this state for a woman. The ethereal hand touched his face again, gentle on his cheek. The caring touch had him close his eyes in delight. It's been so long since a woman has cared sincerely about him. He could enjoy it coming from his Supreme Leader. That power you had could certainly get used in many contexts.

Getting slapped once then choked brutally started something a tiny part of him wanted to repress for good. He struggled in vain to remove that hand as you remained as still as earlier, your stern gaze examining him as he felt arousal warming his veins.

"Dameron. Keep your thoughts for yourself," you said calmly.

As soon as the image flashed in his head he got pulled towards you, his throat suddenly freed from the Force as he landed on his face. His eyes widened as he tried to get some oxygen back in his lungs, a shudder and pleased moan betraying the pleasure he felt as you stomped on his back to get past his body. Poe was thrilled. You saw it too.

"Is this the real reason you like to get into dangerous situations Commander," you asked softly, "do you like to feel death ready to take you with her?" "I need it to feel alive. But also out of loyalty. But this… It feels different," he confessed.

Poe coughed before stopping as you stomped on him again, your weight and your boots sending a new wave of pain he loved. He panted as he struggled to keep his hips against the floor, trying not to rub against it.

"Do you feel that way in your ship too?" "Not so much," he replied out of breath."

He remembered the time he had to stay in his TIE for ten long minutes before a mission due to the weather. Another storm that made it impossible for anybody from the outside to see through the windows so he had to release some tension thinking of your thighs. Right after he got flashes from his fantasies, you walked away from him and tutted disapprovingly.

"Look at me," you demanded.

The panting man groaned as he kneeled despite the several cracks he heard in his body. The second you opened your long coat to reveal the dark clothes beneath - a top and pants covering you entirely - he felt as if he shouldn't see this. It felt dangerous and he loved it. And seeing your covered thighs that close from him… His heart stopped as you walked up to him, his cheek pressed against your belly as your hand - your actual hand - started to pet the top of his head. His eyes opened widely as he could feel your fingers playing with his curls, feel your warmth beneath the fabrics, feel the soft and pleasing scent of your top. And also he felt divinely protected both by the way you embraced him and how your loose and long coat could potentially embrace him as well to keep him close.

"I told you to take some rest, Commander. I meant it when I told you you deserved it."

His heart ready to explode as you brought your second hand to his hair, massaging his scalp with such softness that he closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. He didn't dare to do much more with his hands than making them rest on your calves. They were firm which wasn't surprising due to how much you trained these days to fight against boredom.

"You make me feel safe," he confessed, "you make us all feel safe." "Is it what you need?" "Absolutely."

The shaky sigh he let out expulsed any negative emotion remaining in him and he risked himself to press his face against your belly as sexual arousal slowly came back. Such a tiny layer of clothes between his lips and your skin. Your fingers tightened their grip on his dark curls and you started to run them through his hair.

"Damn it Dameron, can't you be normal?" "Please forgive me."

He went so far than he accepted his fate as he started to look down at your crotch so close from his face. He swallowed hard, licked his lips and knew you could see the same things as he did as you rolled your hips the slightest. As he leaned on to kiss that part, he stopped with a pained expression actually betraying an unexpected pleasure as something grabbed his erection painfully trapped in his pants.

"Dameron," you interrupted him sternly. "Yes Supreme Leader."

There was something hypnotizing at the way your belt got unbuckled. Sensually even as he watched it sliding slowly around your waist before getting tossed aside as well as your boots and socks. He moaned as the fake hand kept the same amount of pressure on his shaft without moving, and breathed in as your pants slid down, revealing white panties.

"Use your teeth." "Yes Supreme Leader."

Poe did as ordered, closing his eyes when his nose touched your warm belly skin, his lips grazing it before his teeth took a bite of this thin fabric separating him from your entrance. His hands now lied on the back of your thighs, guaranteeing him some balance while undressing you. He opened his eyes with a certain pride as he saw your private parts, his teeth now busy biting his tongue.

"You are being a very good boy," you praised softly, "you can kiss it." "Yes Supreme Leader."

The touch of your fingers got firmer as he let a brief and shy kiss where your clitoris was hidden. He pecked the same spot over and over, gently and slowly as he tried to get more accustomed to the strangeness and thrill he felt at this. His nose pressed against your pubis, he started to kiss the whole area with as much care and anticipation as before. On the skin covering your clitoris, on the right, on the left, above it, and beneath it. He exhaled against it as he felt forced to lay on his knees and hands to kiss a lower area as you spread your legs a little, is eyes now focused on a slightly wet spot glistening between your thighs. He kissed it gently, letting a small sigh out as his nose pressed against your entrance so his kiss you reach that precise part. It was enough for you to moan gently, your thighs trembling already as his felt his shaft getting rubbed delicately.

"We both need it," you whispered.

You directed his mouth back to the front, getting him kneeled again as his kisses grew more impatient to uncover what they were actually targeting. His kisses became sloppy, wet, barely keeping his tongue for himself as he tilted his head to left then right, the urge of sucking on your skin getting harder to repress.

"Do it."

Without breaking the cycle of kisses he brought his hands to your crotch, spreading your lower lips to gain access to your swollen clitoris. You were a trembling mess already and he took at heart to suck carefully on this bud, delighted by the effect he had on you as your hands caressed his nape, your body arching downward.

"Kriff Dameron, keep going," you panted.

He twirled his tongue, licked, sucked, kissed, everything at a higher pace to make you reach your high. It wasn't long before you did. He enjoyed the low but extended moan you let out as he circled around that sensitive spot, years of experience talking by themselves while his head moved tirelessly. He even chuckled as your hips started to rub your crotch against his face with more and more strength, his tongue now getting more adventurous as wetness started to cover his face.

"Do it," you panted again.

The both of your hands grabbing the back of his head as for a passionate kiss reached for his shoulder as soon as his mouth started to eat you out eagerly, your moans echoing the wet noises made by both your entrance and his own mouth. His arms hold you as still as possible, his hands wandering up and down to feel your muscles reacting to each of your motions. Your reactions were getting louder as you moaned his first name over and over. It was getting too much to handle for your body but nothing that would stop him now that he had access to your entrance. Power fueled his movements now that he had full control of what you felt. At least this was the theory. The Force chocked him again, forcing him to fall backwards with his face covered of your juices as you fell on your knees, panting and your own face sweating.

"You deserve more," you stated with a grin.

Barely recovered from the choking, he stood up, undressed himself with your help and felt himself getting thrown against your chair. Nothing too violent as his dilated pupils followed your every moves when you took your top off and straddled him proudly. Finally he got to penetrate you as you lowered your whole body, your seductive smile earning a kiss from him. You gasped at the ideas getting through his mind and for the first time, he heard you laugh.

"Not bad Poe. But let me show you a few tricks. Years of practice don't necessarily turn you into a wise man." "Please do, Supreme Leader."

The Commander gulped loudly while the stern face staring down at him kept its attention on him. Suddenly something darker started to contaminate the atmosphere, something making this moment even more thrilling for him. At first he thought it was simply the strength and dominance you put in every thrust, the way you managed to ride him seemingly effortlessly while contracting your insides around him to drive him mad. That deadly stare warning him as he melted beneath you added some spice and it got somewhat even more attention than your bare breasts.

"That's why I love it when you scold me ma'am," he whispered out of breath. "Keep quiet."

He grinned as your demand got tainted by this subtle begging. You were close too, your eyelids threatening to close but remained open for a mere question of ego. You were burning and the combination of your tired yet determined face did things to him. Then he understood. You were testing him. Torturing him as he noticed his orgasm so close, then further, then closer. His moans turned desperate, his lips formed incoherent pleas as you kept on riding him with that defiant gaze.

"You got it right Dameron." "You bitch…"

The sudden wave of pleasure vanished immediately, knocking him off entirely as his brain tried to process what was happening, then he felt about to pass out as it came back suddenly. You stopped moving right there, your hands grabbing his face with an infinite disdain. After a quick pause to catch your breath, you finally let your poison out.

"You are the bitch there, Commander. You walked in my office all proud of yourself and certain you would get a praise from mommy after making her proud. How pathetic."

The weird and frustrating lack of sensations inhibited him once again as he could only witness your orgasm crushing you, a shiver running down his spine as you grabbed him violently in an embrace that could have felt romantic and desperate for anybody that could have been watching this heated exchange. He could feel nothing at all and it scared him.

Then as if nothing happened, you stepped back with a satisfied grin and your exhausted eyes witnessing his distress as he looked down his erected shaft impatient to release his seed.

"I can't feel it what have you..."

With a simple hand gesture in the air he arched on his chair, mouth wide open as he stared blankly at the ceiling. He felt everything and even more. No noise left his mouth except for a disturbed and trembling sigh when his eyes slowly slid down his shaft that inundated his firm thighs and belly of his own seed now leaking from his chair. In shock, he kept his gaze on it before looking at your bored face while you were putting your clothes on.

"See? You can still learn everyday. That's why I always tell you not to get too cocky after your victories."

"What... what was..."

"That was the best orgasm of your life and the only one of that kind you will ever receive. Now get up and go to your quarters to get some rest. Instructions are already waiting for you."

Exhaustion crushed him suddenly and he accepted to appear as sloppy as he did under your scrutiny. He might have turned into the sloppy and disgusting Commander sitting so inappropriately in your chair but he started to appreciate it.

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A Confession of Sorts

Chapter 12 of You Are In Love

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: modern!Poe Dameron x reader

Warnings: none!

Word Count: 2.1k

Author’s Note: I feel like they’ve been yearning for years… maybe a little while longer

You spend the next morning as an anxious mess.

After confirming to meet Poe around lunchtime, you immediately shut off your phone and went to bed, even though you spent what felt like hours tossing and turning and begging for sleep. Eventually, you drift off, your dreams full of rejection and eternal loneliness.

You know it’s silly to be nervous, but your hands still shake as you get ready, even as you’re tugging on your coat and beginning your freezing walk to the bakery Poe wanted to meet at.

Despite the cold and the fluttering snowflakes, you enjoy your walk. It gives you time to distract yourself with softer thoughts, like planning gifts for your friends and decorations for your apartment, like wondering if the snow will stick or melt. Even though Thanksgiving just passed and it’s still technically autumn, you’ve decided that it’s winter.

You’ve just about fully planned your winter apartment decor when you make it to the bakery and see Poe seated at a small table, and his eyes light up when he sees you walk through the door after looking up at the sound of the bell. He’s wearing a beanie and a chunky sweater and you just about lose your mind because how is it far that he can look so adorable while you’re an anxious mess?

If only you knew he was thinking the same thing about you and your hand-knit scarf and thick coat, snowflakes sticking to your hair.

“Hi,” you say as you approach him, keeping your voice down in the intimate shop, couples and groups crowded at nearby tables.

“Hi,” he repeats, and soon you’re both just standing there, unsure of what comes next and who moves first.

“You want something to drink, your usual?” He asks, already taking a step towards the counter.

“Yeah, that… that would be perfect.” You sink into your seat, a bit stunned that he knows what you order, your heart an absolute riot in your chest.

Poe returns a few minutes later, your drink in hand, brushing off both your thanks and your attempts to pay him back. For a few minutes, everything is peaceful, the two of you simply sitting together, chatting idly while the snow falls outside.

“Are you upset with me?” Poe finally asks the question that’s been weighing him down for weeks, too nervous for an answer to ask it before. You sputter and almost choke on your drink in surprise.

“Of course not,” you reassure him, reaching across the small table to squeeze his hand, “I promise.”

“Ok,” he nods and smiles, a relieved smile, “it just seemed like you were avoiding me for a bit, that’s all.”

“Well… I was, but not because of anything you did, I promise!” You hold your hands up in a strange attempt to keep him calm when his eyes drop, a frown forming on his lips.

“Why?”

“Because I kissed you? And that was weird of me to do?”

“Oh… right.” He responds, as if that event wasn’t nearly as earth shattering for him as it had been for you. “I mean, it was an accident. No harm done.” And then he smiles that brilliant smile of his, and you’re knocked off your feet.

He’s right, once you stop to think about it; it was a complete accident, a silly mistake that you could have laughed about if you hadn’t freaked out and run for the hills. Still, you’re glad that everything is cleared up now, and you no longer have to worry about Poe secretly hating you.

“Good,” you smile, feeling lighter than you have in weeks, because everything really is ok. It’s still snowing when you’ve finished your drinks, the flakes falling fat and steady, swirling around before meeting the ground and sticking to it. It’s picture perfect winter weather, if you remain inside.

“Wanna go for a walk?” Poe asks, already standing from his chair and wrapping a thick scarf around his throat.

“In this?” You respond, glancing out the large windows, even though you’re following suit and standing from your chair, tugging your hat back on your head.

“Mh-hm.” He nods with a smile, so once you’ve both bundled up, he leads you from the cafe and out into the snow.

When you step outside, it’s like stepping into a snow globe. Your quaint little city has been transformed into the set of a Hallmark movie, complete with twinkly lights and swirling snow. It all seems a little too perfect, but you want to enjoy the snow while you can, before it turns to slush and the world turns grey and leaving your house becomes a chore.

Poe grabs you by the hand, leading you down the snowy streets. You aren’t sure where he’s taking you, but you’d follow him anywhere.

Even so, after a few minutes of aimlessly walking, after your nose has started to feel like it’s going to fall off, you ask, “Where are you taking me?”

“Nowhere in particular,” Poe shrugs, squeezing your hand gently, “just wanted to walk with you.”

Suddenly, you’re warm all over, you can barely even feel the chill of the air, can barely feel the freezing cold snowflakes landing on your eyelashes. For a moment, you think about pausing and pulling Poe into a hug, to feel more of that warmth, but instead you settle for squeezing his hand in return.

After wandering through the falling snow for a few minutes longer, Poe pulls you to a stop near a park bench, brushing off the seat to keep your clothes from becoming cold and wet. You sit close to him, telling yourself it’s just because you’re cold.

“You know about our holiday traditions, right?” Poe asks you after a few minutes of enjoying the picturesque scenery in comfortable silence.

“I’ve heard bits and pieces from Rose over the last year,” you tell him, turning your attention fully to him.

The way he looks with his cheeks ruddy from the cold and snowflakes sticking to his eyelashes takes your breath away.

“Well, a couple’a days before Christmas, we all get together - you’re coming this year?” He pauses, waits for you to nod before continuing, “we get together, probably at Rose’s place, and we do the whole gift exchange, big dinner, holiday movies type of thing.”

“And we always do it early because Rose takes Rey to spend the real holiday with her sister’s family. And Finn always comes over to my place Christmas Eve, and my dad comes up, and it’s really a causal thing, but it’d mean a lot to me if you’d want to stop by for an hour or two.”

Poe’s rambling, spilling any word that appears in his brain because he can’t stand the idea of silence right now, can’t possibly entertain the idea that you’d turn him down after how long it took him to gather the courage to ask you. Really, he knows that it would be alright for you to politely decline his invitation, but his heart might just break a little.

“That sounds great,” you tell him, stopping his babbling with a grin and the gentle way you set your hand on top of his. Really, you want to get up and scream with joy, but that would only make you seem crazy, not only to Poe but to the people hurrying past. So instead, you settle for what you deem the more appropriate response.

“Perfect,” Poe grins in return, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a prettier sight. “You ready to walk back? My hands are starting to freeze,” he chuckles, rubbing his hands together for warmth.

“Let’s go,” you stand from the bench, holding your hand out for Poe to grab on to. It takes him a moment of simply staring at your outstretched hand before he takes it, and the two of you begin your walk back to the cafe.

As you walk, you and Poe talk about nothing and everything. You talk about work, about your favorite parts of the holidays, about Finn and his good natured meddling. It’s wonderful to finally catch up with him after all of the time you’ve spent anxiously wondering whether Poe hates you or not. It’s nice to have a definite answer, to quiet your brain and just enjoy the moment.

The snow has slowed down, drifting gently towards the Earth in dramatic swirls and flourishes. The snow, and Poe by your side, almost make the cold worth it. Still, you’re thankful when you finally reach the warm glow of the cafe again, and you’re even more thankful when Poe offers to give you a ride back to your apartment.

That familiar peacefulness of Poe’s car overtakes you, and it’s better than you’d remember to simply sit and bask in the comfortable silence, the gentle sounds of the radio and the snowflakes falling against the windshield. You and Poe are mostly silent, but you’re just happy to be near him, to share the same space with him again.

When you exit, he plants a kiss on your forehead, pulling away with a cheeky smile and a “To avoid any mishaps.” Your mouth drops open in shock, but then he’s giggling, and Poe’s laughter is the most infectious noise on the planet, so soon the two of you are sitting in his parked car in front of your apartment building, doubled over with laughter.

After a few minutes, you pull it together enough to say one last goodbye before exiting the car, rushing into the building against the cold. Once you're safely inside and feel the warm air rushing over you, you turn to wave at Poe, who’s already waving back. With one last grin, you turn away and head up to your apartment.

Your own apartment feels brighter, feels warmer, upon your return, almost as if the imaginary weight Poe had lifted from your shoulders has made your whole life lighter. Changing into comfortable clothes, you turn on some festive music and set about making your apartment holiday ready.

Lights and garland get strung around, and you add deep red and forest green throw pillows onto your couch, throwing some thick blankets on the back of it for good measure. You don’t stop until your whole apartment has been transformed, making sure even your bathroom and studio get some festive decor.

Now, with everything all decorated, you finally feel ready for the season, ready to soak up time with your loved ones in warm living rooms, in front of fireplaces, and crowded in kitchens. You’re sure some sort kf outdoor adventure awaits you as well, feeling certain that Rose will drag you ice skating at least once.

Once you’re confident that you apartment has gotten a full dose of holiday cheer, you turn off the festive music you’d been playing and settle onto your couch to watch whatever cheesy, made-for-TV holiday movie that’s currently playing. Glancing down at your phone, you notice a text from Rose, sent to the groupchat.

Our little extravaganza will be Dec 20 at my place! No Secret Santa or White Elephant because some of us are too immature for that - so just bring something small for everyone if you feel so inclined!! And some snacks because I don’t feel like doing all the cooking :)

You send a thumbs up, and mentally set about planning for everyone’s gifts while you let the movie play, tuning in and out of the storyline.

It’s not my fault not everyone can appreciate my gifts

It’s Finn who replies, after everyone’s confirmed Rose’s plan, and you’re not even a little bit surprised that Finn’s the one who ended the secret gift exchanges. He’s full to the brim with youngest sibling energy, an agent of unending love and chaos. You’re beyond lucky to call him your friend, even as you sit shaking your head at the playful argument he’s started.

It doesn’t take you very long to decide on gifts for Rey and Rose, and you know that Finn would be happy with absolutely anything you gave him. Poe, however, causes you some trouble.

You want to get him something meaningful, something he’ll truly love, but you don’t want to come on too strong. It’s a struggle to determine what would be too revealing of a gift to get, because you’re not ready to have all of your cards on the table yet, but you still want to show him how much you care about him.

It takes you a few more hours and two more cringey Christmas movies, until you’re snug in your bed and trying to drift off, to think of the perfect gift for Poe. Quickly, you jot your idea down on your phone so you don’t forget it as you sleep, and you feel more relaxed than you have in weeks.

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Your first real Poe hug is going to turn your world upside down. You won’t know what it truely means to be hugged until you have felt the endless warmth and love and comfort that is a Poe hug.

Poe wouldn’t hesitate to give his life for his friends in a heartbeat and he pours all of his dedication and the way that he cares about his loved ones into every single one of his hugs.

Poe hugs like his Mom used to hug him. No matter what happened, a hug by his Mom would chase all of his problems away and turn even the darkest day into beautiful laughter and sunshine. And all those countless hugs that Shara Bey never had the chance to share with her son? Poe carries them in his heart and pours them into every single loving embrace that he shares with you.

And every time that Poe loses a loved one to the fight, his hugs become even more wonderful. Because Poe remembers every single one of them. And the love that he shared with them just as much as the promised love that was never allowed to be in this world. He carries them in his heart. And you can feel this love in every single one of his hugs.

Your first real Poe hug is going to turn your world upside down. And then it is going to make everything right again.

[the-force-awakens]

It's the Poe Dameron yearning hours, Nym

Oh buddy....but Orb, isn't it always the Poe Dameron yearning hours? 😉 but seriously, maybe we wouldn't always be yearning for him if he wasn't so

y'know if he wasn't the actual bonafide cutest cutiepie in the galaxy?

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Marvel

Lucky ; Matt Murdock x GN Reader

If Matt's wishes were granted, he'd be lucky to find his lover next to him in the mornings.

Glitch ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

Matt thinks that his life must've glitched when he found her.

Two Pretenders: A drink. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

His victories seemed to last these days, but his victory of loving her was short-lived.

Matt Murdock asks her out for a drink to catch up, only to find that he hasn't moved on, and neither has she.

Two Pretenders: She's still pretending. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

A part of her wishes that he’d just never call again, maybe just disappear like he once did, to just focus on what mattered to him more.

Matt Murdock still lingers within her thoughts, and she wonders if he ever thinks of her in return.

Two Pretenders: He's still pretending. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

He noticed the calmness surrounding her this time around as if she wasn’t fazed by the sight of him anymore, like he was just a regular in her life. His heart dropped at the thought of it, the phase of being past it all.

Matt Murdock lets his guilt get to him, even if he yearns for something that he doesn't think he deserves anymore.

Two Pretenders: For the hope of it all. ; Matt Murdock x Fem Reader

He was holding on to the bits and pieces of her, the last remnants of her that he was ever going to get. The realization of the fact that she was slowly retracting herself from his time was agonizing, to say the least, and every time she was around— It was like hell on earth, knowing that there was an obvious barrier that he wasn’t meant to cross anymore. Matt Murdock holds on to his last spark of hope, even if the distance between him and her has already reached the edge of having no hope at all— until she makes a choice.

I'll be thinking of you ; Steven Grant x GN Reader

Steven Grant is confused over a package that was sent under his name with no sender address. Who could it be?

It's Been A Long, Long Time ; Loki Laufeyson x AFAB Reader

During World War II, Reader has formed a good friendship with the God of Mischief... Until he disappeared.

Star Wars

Never-Ending ; Din Djarin x Fem Reader

"All the love that you have given to the wrong people will find its way back to you."

Longing ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Reader is sick while Din Djarin has a bounty in Maldo Kreis.

A Familiar Feeling ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Moments of Din Djarin being out of touch with his feelings, therefore being oblivious to the fact that he is falling in love.

Visions ; Din Djarin x GN Reader

Din's cyare wakes up from a nightmare. Domestic fluff ensues.

Awaiting His Return ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

It wasn't your place to tell him whether he could participate in dangerous missions or not. You're not General Organa. You're not his fellow Commander. You're not his mother.

You're just an average mechanic from the hangar, his shoulder to lean on after a long day of work, his little spoon, his lover.

Lately, you don't even know if the last statement is still true to him.

I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm saying ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

Drunk reader bumps into the man they've been thinking about all night.

Who could ever leave me, darling? Who could stay? ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

You can't hide your emotions from Poe.

He knows you... All too well.

Birthday ; Poe Dameron x GN Reader

Reader celebrates their birthday with Poe Dameron.

Narcos

Cruel Summer ; Javier Peña x AFAB Reader (ongoing series)

"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?"

He's Javier; A man with an unorthodox moral compass, a shitty sleeping schedule, and on top of it all, an agonizing addiction to alcohol, caffeine, and nicotine. He would be the last man on earth to be a candidate for a traditional matrimony. Everyone sees him without the rose-colored glasses, even after what happened with Escobar. They see him as a hero, but not exactly as a righteous man. Lately, his reputation has shifted into something entirely different.

I need you ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

You know that you could just admit it to yourself right now. You miss him more than you usually do.

And right now, you knew that it was quite selfish of you, but you had to.

When it feels personal ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

Javier Peña comes home after a terrifying experience with his job— and you were involved.

Forevermore ; Javier Peña x GN Reader

Javier's lover has been getting nightmares, even with their lives in post-Colombia.

More to come soon!

[dameronshandholder]

“You are always here.” SCREAMING AND BLUSHING BECAUSE THAT MADE ME GO GIDDY 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I absolutely live for soft moments like these and the fact that it’s a secret just makes it a bit more special to me 🥺🥺🥹🥹

Another beautiful addition to this series 🥰🥰🥰

Melt

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: This can be read as a stand alone without much context from the series, but knowing the backstory of this pairing is recommended to increase the yearning feeling of this blurb.

@flufftober - Day 24 [Melting emoji]

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 625

Flufftober masterlist || SERIES MASTERLIST

Some days happen so fast that you don’t even have time to register what time it is, running from one place to another without notion of who’s in and who’s out, who’s leaving and who’s back. That is, until everyone is called to a briefing room to update on the latest discoveries, which means only one thing: Poe is back.

And you were not there to welcome him.

On those kinds of days, you rush to meet him in the room, instantly regretting missing the moment he came back. Scanning the place, you spot his tense back somewhere in the crowd and you can immediately tell he could dissolve into his seat from all the stress he’s still carrying from the mission; he’s there without so much of a pause to rest and breathe, still in his pilot suit without even unzipping the top off as he usually does, listening to Generals and Officers discussing next moves… when all he wants is a goddamn break.

You wonder if he chose that place to sit strategically - he probably did - because when you join him the person that’s sitting in front of you covers everyone from seeing you. You have to be sneaky still, because your mother is right there, her gaze flickering towards you in the middle of an explanation, and being who you both are, you know that eyes tend to fly over to you. Still, you can’t help but reach over and hold Poe’s hands. He’s clinging to himself, both of his hands intertwined with each other, and that’s how you hold them. It startles him a little, but after a couple of seconds he starts to melt - this time, though, he melts into your touch.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.” You whisper without even looking at him. You don’t expect a reply, not when he’s so tense, but you want him to know still. Ever so slowly, he unclasps his hands to hold yours in between his and takes the deep breath he so much needed. Slowly, his muscles begin to release some tension, you feel it even in his fingers and see it on his shoulders, dropping just an inch enough to let you know he’s letting go of the stress.

Poe distracts himself from the talk that’s going on at the front and lets himself look at you. Even if for a brief second, you meet his eyes too, and with that, he’s finally back. The smile you give to each other is one anyone else would miss, it comes with a squeeze to your hand and a silent thank you in his tired eyes.

“It’s okay, don’t worry.” His attention goes back to the front and so does yours. After a few seconds, he leans towards you to reveal a secret: “You are always here.” It’s your turn to melt into him, as much as you can without turning suspicious eyes to yourself. In this chaotic times of your lives, where Poe just came back from seeing Maker-knows-what in this mission, knowing that you are a constant in his life makes your heart feel full.

The meeting finally concludes and Poe stands, reluctantly releasing your hand. You both exchange a final, reassuring glance before rejoining the chaos of your daily lives, knowing that you are each other's safe place in a galaxy that so often feels like it's on the brink of falling apart. You know you will see him soon, that you’ll join him later in his quarters for yet another secret night, but you already miss him again anyway; in that moment as you exchange a glance across the room, the sparkle in Poe's eyes tells you he can’t wait to back in your arms too.

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[exiitiosus]

poe dameron. 〃 @hearthofvesta

It was moments like those,  when the laughter and chatters of everyone around them brought a faint smile upon his features,  while Poe's presence had,  the ever so constant,  voice in the back of his head turn into nothing but a mere whisper that made everything feel almost normal;  that had Ben wondering if he could be greedy for once and allow himself to hold onto that feeling for a little longer,  hold onto the other for a little longer.  He so desperately wanted to,  and yet there was a small part of him that was scared,  that had always been scared to completely let himself feel.

However such thought was easy to slip away from his mind the moment Poe's words resonated in his ears and a rather genuine laugh spilled past his mouth.  A raise of a brow soon following when dark hues met the other's,  ❝ Write poetry on,  huh ? ❞  There was the slightest hint of mirth and teasing behind his voice.  ❝ Someone's feeling rather modest. ❞  And yet, despite his teasing words,  Ben couldn't really disagree with the other,  not when he could ( and did,  more than once ) get lost in the warmth of those very same eyes he was talking about and how,  if Ben was any good with words,  he might have already compared him to some of the most gorgeous planet present in the vast universe while admitting that he himself was nothing more than a moon,  pulled into his orbit and destinated to forever yearning to be closer and closer.

❝ If I didn't know better I'd be thinking that you are just eager for the possibility to ride on the Falcon. ❞  There was mirth laced within his tone,  but it was the teasing gleaming behind his gaze a far too obvious telltale on where his mind was.  That made even more obvious by the way a grin was still curving his lips when he turned his attention to the others.  ❝ I'd say I'm sorry about taking him away from you,  but he gave me permission so. .  . ❞  A pause,  long enough just so he could offer a two fingers salute.  ❝ See ya,  guys. ❞  

And there he was,  one arm still secured around Poe's shoulders as he pulled the other away from the group,  a familiar content feeling seeping through his bones.  ❝ You know, ❞  There was a glance stolen at the other before whispered words left his mouth as if Ben was suddenly conscious of his own thoughts.  ❝ I missed you.  I mean it. ❞

[yelena-bellova]

Can I ask a quick question: what has been your favorite thing, one shot or series, you’ve written & why? Can’t wait to see what’s next!

Oh my gosh, hi!! This might be my favorite anon I’ve ever gotten 🤩

So my favorite thing I’ve ever written on here is probably Don’t Be Afraid, my Poe Dameron series. It was the first series I ever wrote on here and I just had the most fun doing it! It carried me through a large chunk of the pandemic.

However….

Twenty Years Later, my Joel Miller series, is heading for DBA’s crown. Something about the trope of Pissed Off Exes Meeting Years Later just feels like my sweet spot. I also love writing tension and how-did-we-get-here angst so this one’s just checking every box.

Honorable mention goes to a Javier Peña series I had planned, but never ended up writing. Something about writing about a fictional version of an actual person just felt weird and I couldn’t get past it. But holy frick, the yearning and angst in it was beautiful. Raise a glass to what could have been 🥂

[dailyreverie]

Santa baby

A/N: Requested by @rositxespinosa. This is completely unhinged, I don't know what came over me, and I'm not sorry about that. Hope you all like it!

Holiday prompts ⛄ 10. Naughty

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader | Modern!AU (just because Santa's not a thing in SW)

CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Nudity, implicit sex.

Word count: 813

The day had dragged on in the most mundane way possible, each passing seeming like it lasted longer than the last. Working in an empty office due to the Holiday break around the corner tired you out of boredom, leaving you yearning for the comforting embrace of home, of Poe, of being able to talk to him more than just a “I’m going to die from boredom” text. 

As you stepped into the apartment, the weariness of the day began to vanish, replaced by the anticipation of familiar warmth. “Poe?” You call into the apartment, kicking off your shoes and tossing off your coat.

“Hi, sweetheart!” You heard Poe calling from your bedroom, instantly making you smile. “How was your day?”

“Fine,” You replied without much of a thought, the sign of an uneventful day. “What are you up to?” It wasn’t normal for Poe not to jump to the door to greet you, welcoming you with a kiss that makes you forget about your day, bringing you home in every aspect of the word.

“Just waitin’ for you.” He was always great at making you smile right of the bat.

“Good, because all day I’ve been wanting nothing but to watch one of those stupid movies from our queue. I had such a boring day, you have no idea,” your venting began as you start your walk to your shared bedroom, already craving the feeling of Poe’s arms around you. “The only interesting thing that happened today was that the coffee machine broke down and it spilled all over Finn’s shirt, that poor guy, we couldn’t stop laughing about it and he was so mad! At one point I really thought he was going to-”

Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted when, as you enter your room, you notice Poe is completely naked. He is wearing absolutely nothing, except for a Santa hat right on top of his- “Poe! Oh my God!”

The noise you let out is somewhere between a laugh and a gasp, all while your face turns 100 different shades of pink and red.

“Yes, my love?” His eyebrows move up his face, fake innocence all over his features, doe eyes and all as he keeps his eyes fakely interested in whatever the phone in his hand is showing. “You were saying?”

Your eyes travel up and down his body, taking in the sight that welcomes you home. “What are you doing?” You speak after a couple of seconds of silence, chuckling, breaking his fake naiveness and making him smile.

“Waiting for you.” His smirk, though, is a clear sign of why he was waiting for you. “I think someone forgot to check if you were naughty or nice this year.”

“Oh my God, you are unbelievable” You let out an airy laugh, not able to keep your eyes away from him.

“Are you saying you don’t believe in Santa? ‘Cause he might forget to give you a gift if you keep this attitude.

You giggle at him, at the whole situation he probably came up with when you texted how boring your day was. Not able to resist him anymore your fingers start to undo your clothes. Poe tosses his phone aside when you start walking towards him, his turn to look you up and down as you begin to unbutton your shirt. “Santa’s just here to check if you've been naughty or nice."

You playfully roll your eyes, still blushing but unable to suppress your laughter. "Is that so?" you tease, crawling across the bed. As Poe moves to get into a more comfortable position, the Santa hat that rests on top of him wiggles a bit, adding to the absurdity of the situation. You reach him, straddling his waist and resting your hands on his chest.

Poe stops in front of you, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and lust. "Well, sweetheart, have you been naughty?" he asks, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

You respond with a playful smile. "Maybe a little bit naughty," you admit, running your fingers along the bare skin of his chest. "But I think I deserve a special gift from Santa.” Your tongue licks languidly over his lips, asking for permission to enter as your hand expertly removes the hat from his cock, wrapping around it and making him let out a delicious moan against your lips.

He grins, his hands moving to your waist to guide you to grind on him. "Oh, you'll get a special gift, alright," he murmurs, his lips trailing down your neck.

The two of you share a moment of laughter and passion, the Santa hat long forgotten on the floor. As you both collapse onto the bed, tangled in each other's arms, you can't help but feel grateful for the way he always turns your day around, in the most unexpected ways, in the most uneventful days; no matter what, you can count on Poe to make your day feel whole.

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