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Damn I love your sketches sm😭
Life was boring without your Jake sketches!
Jake Lockley + some flabergasted Steven Grant sketches. (These where some requests i got on my kofi)
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@nocturnal-cryptid strapped me to his couch (voluntarily) and made us watch MoonKnight. Loved it and fell in love with Oscar Isaac. Steven is so adorable when he's traumatised in 90% of the show so I wanted to paint it.
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Jake wipes beer foam from his mustache. “You don’t know half of the shit I’ve come back from, sweetheart. Big bird’s had to put me back together like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle before. Besides, you still owe me for saving your ass.”
You knew what you were doing there Rally🫠
“Quit teasing me. You’re making my jeans tight,” he grins, pushes up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt. “You know I’ve wanted this for a long time, right? It’s not some novelty. I think your other form is just as beautiful as this one.”
I– uh– remind me of this part when I have free time pls
The corners of Jake’s mustache turn down in a deep, dissatisfied frown. “You don’t think I can?”
OMG, the way I just lit up when he frowned with his mustache going down😂I NEED TO RUB MY THUMBS OVER HIS WHISKERS!!!!
Which is why he’d spent the better part of the evening pissing on random trees and whistling to himself.
For some reasons, I was just laughing at the mental image😂
“You’re a beauty, doll. I’ve always said so.” His voice is low and sweet. He holds out his hand, palm-up. “Come here. There’s a good girl. You know me. You love me.”
Cocky bastard🫠
Summary: Jake Lockley loves his girlfriend in every form she has.
Contents: 18+, fem werewolf!reader, predator/prey play (physical fighting, but everyone's superhuman and heals), established relationship, no mention of Marc or Steven (~4k)
a/n: this one came out sexy and sappy
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*****
When Jake asks to have sex with you in your wolf form, you laugh.
But Jake’s not joking.
You’re sitting at your favorite bar in town, the quiet corner booth they reserve just for the two of you. Lemonade for you, beer for him, and a bowl of salty, crunchy potato chips on the table between you.
It used to be Jake’s usual spot, but since you’ve been dating him, the regulars have welcomed you with open arms.
It would be a shame, you think, to test out their favorite cab driver’s healing abilities by ripping him apart with your claws in the throes of passion.
“Just because I can control myself post-transformation, doesn’t mean I think clearly once I’m in my other form. You know I spend the first hour or so going completely animalistic,” you say.
Jake wipes beer foam from his mustache. “You don’t know half of the shit I’ve come back from, sweetheart. Big bird’s had to put me back together like a thousand piece jigsaw puzzle before. Besides, you still owe me for saving your ass.”
You lean back and fold your arms. “I have no idea what you’re referring to. Since I started helping you on your missions, I think it’s me who’s been saving your ass. One look at me in the dark, over 6 feet tall on my hind legs, silver-white hair, yellow eyes, and fangs the size of most guy’s dicks, I’m pretty sure your baddies see the error of their ways.”
“Quit teasing me. You’re making my jeans tight,” he grins, pushes up the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt. “You know I’ve wanted this for a long time, right? It’s not some novelty. I think your other form is just as beautiful as this one.”
He lays his hand, covered in a black leather glove, over yours.
“It’s not just that,” you say, feeling put on the spot. “When I’m a wolf, I’m different. I don’t listen to reason. I don’t know we’re dating. I wouldn’t just submit to you because you wanted to breed me.”
“So, purely biological. Breeding.” His eyebrow lifts.
You try to cover your face with your hands but Jake doesn’t let you. He takes your hands, kissing your knuckles with a playful twinkle in his eyes.
“I didn’t mean to use that word,” you say, groaning. “But in my other form, that’s what it boils down to. Female werewolves, we don’t let just anyone mate with us. The male has to overpower us. You’d have to show me you could defeat me before I’d let you mount me.”
The corners of Jake’s mustache turn down in a deep, dissatisfied frown. “You don’t think I can?”
“Sweetheart,” you say, squeezing his hands.
Jake pulls them away. It’s his turn to cross his arms. He’s pissed. “You don’t think I can beat you in combat. Unbelievable.”
“You have super human abilities, but you’re still a human. You couldn’t win in a melee fight with me, no. A gun won’t stop me. I’d smell you from literally ten miles away.”
“Is this because I’m shorter than you when you’re a wolf?” Jake looks at you suspiciously.
You laugh. “I’m trying to save you a lot of pain and blood loss. That’s all.”
“I can handle those things. Done it dozens of times before,” he says gruffly. “I love a good fight. I love you. Seems like a perfect night out in the forest to me. Let me try, querida. Please.”
He all but bats his eyelashes at you, pouts his lips under his mustache. He uses every trick he has to get you to cave.
And that’s how you find yourself in a dark, quite forest upstate from the city.
The falls leaves crunch under your boots, but enough of them still cling to the branches to filter the moon light onto the forest floor.
You hadn’t wanted to do this on a full moon. You’d be at your most terrifying and more importantly, your most powerful.
Jake had, of course, insisted. Said if you were going to do this, you weren’t allowed to pull punches. Stubborn ass.
Something about the way the wind ruffles the trees makes the back of your neck tingle. He wasn’t allowed Konshu’s aid on this one. No sudden wind storms or weird ancient god tricks.
Still, even your human senses knew something was up.
The wolf inside is clawing to reveal herself, to protect you from a danger that you know, logically, is a trap. The wolf doesn’t care.
You take a few deep breaths, your skin already tingling, power surging through you. Your senses sharpen. Smell first, nothing but the forest and the little animals you suddenly thirst to devour. Then eyesight, different strengths and weaknesses than human sight. You can see further, sharper, but less color. Not that it matters on a night like tonight.
Finally, when you smell and see that nothing is an immediate danger, you let the wolf off her leash.
Like a burning, searing, fire that starts in your chest, filling your veins and overtaking your body. The wolf rips out of you, muscles and fur, a distinct, low growl as your body shakes, rising and filling out to inhuman size and strength.
You fill your lungs with air, flexing your paws and licking your jowls.
You’re hungry. With a long, high-pitched howl, you stand to your full height and go in search of a midnight snack.
*****
Jake sits with his back to a sturdy oak tree. He’s picking at the handle of one of his knives. The wrapping’s coming loose. A little project for the weekend, along with cleaning his guns and pressing his shirts. Oh, and he was going to see about getting an ice cream maker to surprise you with. He loves to indulge your sweet tooth.
Then, he hears it.
A howl he knows well.
It makes the blood rush to his cock.
He stands and brushes himself off, sticking the knife in the tree point-first. Quickly, he takes off his jacket, then his tie, setting them in a neat pile. He’s not worried about losing them. You can always help him find them afterward.
You can scent him from anywhere. Which is what he’s counting on.
He’s stashed little pieces of himself all over the forest. You’ll be able to tell which scent is the freshest, but you won’t see the logic in going for the newest scent first. You’ll go for the strongest.
Which is why he’d spent the better part of the evening pissing on random trees and whistling to himself.
He calls up his Moon Knight armor and leaps up into the tree. He picks as far away a branch as he’ll be able to jump, and repeats the process a few time, hoping he’s layered his scent well enough that you won’t be able to immediately find him.
When your huge, wolfy self pads silently into the clearing, he can’t help but smirk. You prefer to walk around upright, in nothing but your thick fur and gorgeous body. Your silhouette isn't wolf or human. Something entirely unique, and in the moments after you've transformed, you're acting on instinct alone.
He sees your dark nose twitch. You drop to all fours, smelling the ground, trying to determine where he is.
You can’t stay away from him, and he knows it. You might not consciously know he’s the love of your life right now, but your instincts do.
One of the timed disturbances he’d set up earlier goes off. Your big ears shoot up, long snout pointing, muscles tensed and ready.
It’s nothing, just something set to rustle the trees a little. He has a few more timed out to distract you.
He wishes he’d had time to watch you hunt something down. You’re deadly. It’s the thrill of his life to watch when you’re working.
Your furry body relaxes a fraction and you go back to sniffing along the ground. In that millisecond, Jake pounces. He sails down from the tree, landing on your back and hugging his arms around your rib cage as hard as he can.
You yowl in pain. He holds on enough that it’ll take a minute or two for your ribs to heal. It’ll slow you down.
You stand up on your back legs, lifting him up with you. With a violent shake, you dislodge Jake from your back, trying to throw him into a tree. But he lands like a cat, rolling sideways and away from your huge, sharp teeth and the claws on your forepaws. You run at him, sprinting and snarling, looking every inch the monstrous predator that you are.
He runs, darting through trees. Past traps he’d set earlier. He doesn’t set them off. They were back-up plans.
He doesn’t want to stop you. He wants you to tire yourself out. It might make you calmer, faster. On a full moon night like tonight, usually you'd go crazy for a full two hours before you'd get our human mind back into shape.
He has about ten minutes at a full sprint left. It’s a gamble that you won’t catch him, though. He can practically feel your hot breath on the back of his neck.
Jake’s never had you come at him like this.
It’s a little terrifying, but makes him weirdly, very turned on.
In the next clearing, he pivots on a dime, surprising you with his agility.
You skid, but can’t stop your momentum from sliding you toward him. He grabs onto the fur of your side and rams his foot into your thigh, forcing your back leg to give out. It gives him a split second to do the hardest part. He doesn’t want to. But he reminds himself that you heal. Not as fast as he does, but faster than a human.
He balls his hand into a fist, pulls it back.
He hesitates for a half-second, when you look him in the eyes.
Sensing it, you snap your head around, catching your knife-sharp incisor in his leg.
Jake roars out in pain and anger, drawing his fist back and decking you straight in the blood-covered snout.
You yelp, squeal, back up in pain. Jake forces himself to stay upright as you fall to your side, writhing in the leaves and rubbing your legs on your nose.
He feels like you bit his leg clean in two so fair’s fair.
He limps toward you and you flinch. It breaks his heart.
Jake’s posture instantly changes. He holds his hands out wide, feels blood pour out of his leg.
“Hey, sweetheart. It’s me, your Jake.” He retracts his hood so you can see his face.
You’re both out of breath. You look at him suspiciously, like you want to run. But he’s always been good with animals.
And women.
“You’re a beauty, doll. I’ve always said so.” His voice is low and sweet. He holds out his hand, palm-up. “Come here. There’s a good girl. You know me. You love me.”
You keep your body low to the ground. You snap your jaws at his hand, snarling at him from peeled-back lips that show every single one of your white, deadly teeth. He can’t help but grin.
Your huge body turns away from him, toward the forest. Your fur shimmers in the moonlight. He’s always marveled that your silvery dark coat was so much like his Moon Knight armor. Like you were always meant to be.
“Come,” he says with more authority.
You whimper, a high whine that pierces his heart. He can see your cuts healing already, just like his are, but your head isn’t as upright and proud as it usually is.
He watches you get your back feet back under you and thinks you're going to stand up straight and leave. But instead of loping off into the forest, you turn back toward him, staying on all fours. Your head is bent, looking at him from under your long, pretty eyelashes.
You take a step toward him. Then another.
He stands his ground, keeping his face cold and serious. Inside, though, he’s jumping and dancing. He can feel the change in you. You can see him again. Really see him. Not as prey or a danger you want to scare off.
You nudge your cold, wet nose at his hand.
Finally, Jake smiles.
“Good to see you, baby,” he murmurs, running his hand up your snout. “You did good.”
You lick at the wound you’d slashed into his leg, like an apology.
He winces, but appreciates the sentiment.
You run your nose up his leg, nudging it against the crotch of his armor.
“Proved I can beat you, didn’t I?” Jake lovingly pets the soft fur of your head. “I can take care of you. I always will. I love you.”
You bump your head against him, huff out a breath that means you understand. He knows he has you back, the real you.
It takes you hours sometimes, to clear your head to the point where he can talk with you in this form.
When you help him on missions, you go off alone beforehand, blowing off the initial aggression and near-insanity that happens when you transform.
Your beautiful eyes look up at him. He can almost hear you asking him, are you sure this okay?
“You’re so soft,” he says, his hands threading through your fur.
You close your eyes in pleasure, moaning as best you can. You don’t usually let him pet you. Jake thought maybe it was a weird sensation for you. Now he wonders if you’ve kept him from doing it because it turns you on.
Shouldn’t surprise him. You like his hands all over you. Always have.
Your personality’s easy to spot in this form. He scratches behind your neck, the way he does when you’re a human. Then, he pinches your ear. You toss your head, annoyed, just like you usually do. You have no trouble giving him as much sass as a werewolf as you do as a human.
He can sense the human you in your wolf body too. The strong muscles of your limbs, the way you’re teasing him with just a glance. Something in your face as you turn your body away from him, your face still turned to look at him as you bend your front legs, presenting yourself to him.
“Holy shit,” Jake says quietly.
You give him a look that says, what are you waiting for, Lockley?
You swish your tail at him.
Jake lets the front part of his suit disappear. Just enough to free himself. He wants to rub his cock on your fur, cover you in sticky cum.
Your werewolf form is so huge you have to get lower for him, even though he’s standing. You’re slick already, always as eager for it as he is.
When he has you bent over like this, when you’re human, you always do this thing, where you arch your back, lay your right cheek down on the bed and moan a little in anticipation. It’s completely unconscious on your part. He loves that moment.
You do the same thing right now, the woman he loves, in the body of a beautiful werewolf.
He thought it’d be fast, brutal, the two of you like this. Both of you in combat-mode. But as he sinks inside of you, he can’t bring himself to try and hurt either of you. Not when you’re so sweetly giving yourself over to him. Little high-pitched whimpers as he slowly fucks in and out of you.
He has to go slow. If he didn’t have half his brain on baseball, he’d have come the second he entered you.
The muscle of your tail twitches in his hand.
“Sorry, baby,” he says, realizing he might’ve been holding it too tightly.
He pulls his cock out almost entirely, then pushing all the way back in. A few times, driving both of you crazy. He groans and he swears you do to.
Then, a thought dawns on him. Slams into him like a car going full-speed.
Makes him stop while he’s still balls-deep in your warm, wet body.
He’d never asked you if you can orgasm when you’re in werewolf form. He’s actually not even sure if you have a clit right now.
“Fuck,” he whispers, cursing himself for being underprepared for something he’d waited so long for.
He can’t finish if you don’t. It’s not the gentlemanly thing to do.
Your predator eyes look back at him, a little hazy.
He gives you a few shallow pumps, and pulls out all the way when your eyes roll back in your head. His hands grip your soft hindquarters. You back up into him and it takes every single ounce of willpower he has to resist.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep acting like this,” he warns you.
Tease that you are, you rub your ass against him a little too hard.
“Okay,” Jake says, lining himself up with you again, “I can take a hint, beautiful.”
He sinks back into you, savoring how tight you are. Next time, he wants to have you on your back so he can bury his face in your soft fur, your warm breath right next to his ear. He wants to look you in the eyes.
Two hunters, used to stalking from the shadows, laid out completely vulnerable for each other.
Jake feels the familiar flutter of your cunt around him, euphoria, when he realizes you can come. That he’s the one making you come like this, your paws flexing and muscles shuddering, your strong body pushing back in time to his, greedy for everything he can give you.
He doesn’t hold back anymore. He fists his hands in your fur and fucks you harder. Your whine sends him over the edge.
Jake’s last thought before you squeeze every brain cell he has into useless mush, is that it should be surreal, fucking a werewolf. But it doesn’t feel like that. Just feels like being with the woman he loves.
*****
The same bar, weeks later.
You’ve played, ‘big game hunter,’ as Jake likes to call it, a few times now.
Until Jake, being a werewolf had never been fun. It had felt like an endless, secret, burden you had to carry alone.
Jake said being Moon Knight had felt like that for him, but that neither of you were alone anymore.
Jake takes his flat cap off and sets it on the table, runs a hand through his hair, shaking out his dark curls.
You lean over the table and kiss his cheek. He turns his head at the last second to kiss your lips instead, pressing his mustache against you in the process.
“What’s this?” He says with a grin, picking up the envelope you’ve left on the table for him. “I told you, if this is the invitation, I’m not going to your cousin’s wedding with you. And you’re not going either. He’s rude to you. If we go, I’m gonna knock his damn lights out-“
Jake’s words stop as he opens the envelope. His dark eyes are as big as dinner plates.
His hands, steady enough to shoot someone from a block and a half away, waiver slightly.
“This is a sonogram,” he says flatly. He looks up at you, a huge smile on his face. “This is a baby.”
Relieved he looks overjoyed, you relax. Jake bolts out of his side of the booth to join you on yours, pulling in for a huge, hard hug.
“So, you’re happy?” You ask him
“Sweetheart, I’m over the moon,” Jake kisses you. He holds up the photo. Nothing more than a dark blob floating in static, but Jake looks proud already. He wipes one of his eyes with the knuckle of his glove. “Look at our little pup.”
You elbow him. “Might not even be a werewolf.”
“Sure, sure,” Jake says, turning the picture this way and that, “as long as it doesn’t come out with a big, fucking, beak then I’m good.”
You laugh, holding the picture with him.
“Is it weird that I do, kind of want it to be like you, though?” Jake asks quietly, his arm settling in around your shoulders. “I want to see you run around with it, hunt with it. Ah, well,” he kisses the top of your head. “If this one’s a regular Joe like me, then we’ll just have to keep trying.”
“You’re in no way, shape, or form, regular,” you say. “And if the pup you spotted isn’t a werewolf, maybe one of the other two are.”
You take the picture from him, running your hands over the small, round blob, and over another smear next to it, and yet another tiny, dark shape on the other side.
Jake Lockley, charming, intimidating, cocky. Goes completely speechless.
“I think we can safely call them a litter,” you say.
You signal the bartender to bring Jake something stronger than a beer.
Even his mustache doesn’t twitch. His heavy eyelids don’t blink. Not a single muscle moves.
You grab your phone and take a picture of Jake’s face. He doesn’t react to the flash.
“I’m going to frame this with the sonogram,” you say.
The bartender sets down a shot of whiskey, claps Jake on the back when he spots the black and white baby photo. “Congrats on the kids. You gotta quit smoking, though, alright? Nothing more dangerous than smoking.”
You can think of a few things you and Jake do that are much more dangerous, but to your surprise, Jake reaches into his jacket, pulls out his metal and leather cigarette case. Wordless, he hands it over to the bartender.
Then, he picks up the shot glass and hands it over too.
“I gotta set a good example,” Jake says as the bartender walks away with both hands occupied.
“Is that blood on your shirt?” You say, his jacket opened from getting out his cigarettes.
“Uh, yeah. I got into a knife fight on the way here. I won, but I guess,” he rubs a hand through his hair, “that’s not really the point. Okay. Starting now, I’m a good example.”
He snaps his fingers.
“Shit. No. Knife-guy had a partner that the Bird’s asking me to take care of later. So, after that, I’m a good example.”
You fold up the sonogram photo, you had them make a few copies, and tuck it into the inside pocket of Jake’s jacket, where his smokes used to go.
“Actually,” Jake rambles, “I’ll have to patrol around our apartment more now, just to make sure things stay safe. I won’t kill anyone in a five block radius, though. And I have to keep weapons in the apartment, but I’ll make sure they’re locked up. Is it legal to put three baby seats in the back of a cab?”
Jake reaches over the table for a napkin and you hand him a pen from your bag. He starts making an incoherent list.
Seeing Jake freak out a little, which is more than you’ve ever seen, makes you feel strangely calm. Even the wolf inside of you seems to turn a circle and lay down. Like you both know Jake has the watch, that he’d never let anything happen to you or your pups.
And then you see him write, ‘find new partner.’
“What’s that?” You jab your finger at it.
“Sweetheart, you can’t be out there night after night, biting people in half when-“
“Like hell I can’t, Lockley.”
“You can go out, but you can’t sink your teeth into people. You don’t know where they’ve been.”
“I’m sure it’s fine. Nothing phases me when I shift. I’m weird. You’re weird. I’m sure the kids will also be deeply weird too.”
“I’m not arguing about this with you.”
Which is what he always says, right before he argues. It’s fun, though, arguing with Jake.
He makes everything better. You think you do the same for him.
“You want to go upstate, blow off some steam?” You ask him.
Jake thinks it over for the blink of an eye. “Hell, yeah. You get the check, I’ll bring the car around.”
He scrunches his hat back on his head, but then takes a long minute to kiss the living daylights out of you.
“I love you,” he says, lips still against yours. “And I love this family already, no matter how weird we are.”
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you gave us a poe dameron sfw headcanon poll, so, where's the not sfw version👀
Eeeee, you mean these sfw headcanons? Those were fun! I should do something more with those. Anyhow,
Happy Poevember!
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Ana!!!! you're making me tear up! Te amo más, nena!!!!
I don't know what came over me while painting him bcz I'm 99.99% sure I don't remember a thing on how on earth I managed to paint like this.
It's probably the love that Rally stirs in me for him that bewitched me and finally devil heard my cries at selling my soul for a better art (see? I even started to sound like Anselm himself)
And you know I love your chibi artworks! I offer a trade where you teach me chibi art and I teach you how to black out while painting
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⋆ Flufftober Entry : Anniversary - Gomez Velvet Suit
It was rare to be asked to get to Anselm's office as he was usually the one visiting you. Upon your arrival, you immediately knew something was bothering your Anselm. He had developed this habit of tracing and retracing his mustache when he was troubled.
"Diese verabscheuungswürdigen Bastarde. Ich schwöre, wenn mein geliebtes Vögelchen nicht Gefallen an ihnen gefunden hätte…" (These despicable bastards. I swear if my beloved birdie hadn't taken a shine to them…) You caught him mumbling onto his finger, nibbling the digit. "Oh mein Vögelchen, du bist all diesen Ärger wert. Allein der Gedanke an deinen sündhaften Mund lässt meinen Schwanz hart werden." (Oh my birdie, you’re worth all this trouble. Just the thought of your sinful mouth alone gets my cock hard.)
Happy Anniversary to my favorite Anselm fic and the very first fic I interacted with properly without knowing the amazing author of it.
My Dear Birdie turned one year old tonight🥹
I can't believe the way @reallyrallyauthor made us all fall in love with a freak man who was on screen for less than 10 minute-ish.
Thank you so much for the universe you created, Rally🧡
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Eeeyyy🫠Older Poe would be the end of me fr
And this is cuter than DBF concept tbh!
Can I ask for Poe Dameron on a situation of being your mom's friend/coworker, like reader grew up with the resistance and both their parents fought alongside him. Mom was a pilot on Poe's team and they are very good friends.
So yeah basically ReaderxMBF! ReaderxMBCW!
Hi Ana! okay this was fun to write and so nice for Poevember! I hope you love it, and we bring about even more Mothers Best friend Trope fics.
Whenever I'm alone with you
(MBF!Poe Dameron x GN!Reader)
Warning: Age gap relationship,
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Poe had always been the flirtatious sort, he didn’t exactly try to be that way, it just happened. After the war was over and people started to go their own way, many were surprised that Poe didn’t settle down with anyone, in reality he was a bit of a hopeless romantic, and although for a time he had thought he had found the person he wanted to spend his life with, but that wasn’t meant to be. Now years down the line He started to wonder if he was ever going to meet someone who stayed, someone who wanted him for all of him and not just because he was the hot shot resistance leader. What he hadn’t expected was to fall hard for his former coworker’s kid.
One of his fellow resistance pilots had that joined up around the same time as him had a family, She was definitely a few years his senior, she had left her husband and young kid back home while flying for a better future. She had become somewhat of a mentor for Poe, before his skills ultimately surpassed hers and they became close friends, and stayed in touch in the years after the war. Poe was always welcome around their house, but he didn’t take them up on it as often as he should but at one point he did decide to come stay for a while, he needed a break. When he landed he was greeted by his old friend and her child, who was at this point an adult in their own right. He thought his heart was going to stop when he saw them for the first time. They looked so much like her mother had at that age but so different at the same time. Poe knew then He was in trouble.
The first couple days he had managed to act relatively normal, keep the conversation flowing and light, laughing at jokes, listening to stories and telling his own. That didn’t change the fact that the way they looked at him, the way they talked, the way they laughed at his jokes. Everything they did was enchanting, and he wanted make that reaction happen again, he wanted to listen to them speak for hours about anything, he would anything to look into their eyes for the rest of time. He would give everything he had for that. The problem arose on the fourth day of his visit, they were alone for the whole day, he knew that his friend and her husband were going to be busy for a couple days of his stay and he had said he was totally fine fending for himself for a day or two. However he actually spent very little of that time alone, their schedule and their habits lining up perfectly with his. When he was hungry they were in the kitchen, when he wanted some fresh air, they were in the garden. During these moments they got to talking, alone, just the two of them. There was some kind of unmistakable chemistry between them, at some point they ended up having dinner with them, just sitting in their dining space talking over food. Poe was being his usual self, kinda flirty, kinda cocky, but more refined then back in the days of the resistance, he had a more intentional nature around his flirtations, not that they minded, and in fact they flirted back, with a similar intention. By the end of dinner they moved to the living room, sat on the couch while the moonlight filtered in through the curtains. They were sitting rather close, and Poe couldn’t really hold back anymore.
“You know, I like it when we’re alone like this. You make me feel, like I’m a new person again, like I’m ten years younger, but freer than I was then. I don’t have the weight of the world on my shoulders.” He said softly, his dark brown eyes looking into theirs as he leans in closer. They mirror his actions, leaning in closer, maintaining eye contact, their hand drifting towards his arm, fingers brushing over his arm
“I also like being alone with you, you treat me like a person, like an adult. I feel like living on one planet in one place your whole life, everyone still sees you as the kid you once were, but you don’t do that. But you also treat me with more respect than the others my age.” They spoke with their voice low, it’s an intimate sound, sending shivers down his spine as he listens. He can’t help but lean in closer, laying his hand gently on their thigh, his breath hot on their skin.
“You just need a change of pace, someone with a new point of view. Perhaps someone with more…Experience.” It doesn’t take more than that for their lips to meet and their hands to start exploring each other over their clothes. He’s pulling them closer, holding them against his chest. Maybe he hadn’t expected this to be what came from visiting an old friend. But…The heart wants what it wants.
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This is so adorable Fen!!!!😍🥹
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⋆ Flufftober Entry : Anniversary - Gomez Velvet Suit
It was rare to be asked to get to Anselm's office as he was usually the one visiting you. Upon your arrival, you immediately knew something was bothering your Anselm. He had developed this habit of tracing and retracing his mustache when he was troubled.
"Diese verabscheuungswürdigen Bastarde. Ich schwöre, wenn mein geliebtes Vögelchen nicht Gefallen an ihnen gefunden hätte…" (These despicable bastards. I swear if my beloved birdie hadn't taken a shine to them…) You caught him mumbling onto his finger, nibbling the digit. "Oh mein Vögelchen, du bist all diesen Ärger wert. Allein der Gedanke an deinen sündhaften Mund lässt meinen Schwanz hart werden." (Oh my birdie, you’re worth all this trouble. Just the thought of your sinful mouth alone gets my cock hard.)
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"Ooh, where'd you get- hey!" You snatched your hand back, palm stinging from his slap. Poe's dark brows furrowed and he pulled the hoard closer to his chest.
"One secret for one treat," he sniffed, opening a cup of pudding. You watched him suck it down and move on to the next one.
Thats where I'd be beating his ass with the snacks /j
This was so cute!🥹idiots in love yet not knowing it! Aaaaaaaaaa
How It Should Be
there are a *thousand* versions of this fic on tumblr/ao3 but I love the trope so much that idc. fem reader, she/her pronouns and female anatomy
cw: long asf, smut, innuendo, emotional rollercoaster, discussion of sexuality/pos, mentions of abusive ex partners (minorly), riding, p in v, gentle Poe, gratuitous smut
Base had never experienced this kind of rainfall. It started early, a distant drumming of thunder and some light drops slicking the pavement. But in a few hours it was torrential, soaking through flight suits and falling in rivers down gutters and drains. The hangar almost flooded. The rain covers were useless, the wind blew them off as soon as the mechs strapped them on.
Drills were understandably canceled, and everybody enjoyed a night in.
Poe, true to form, did not listen to the recommended instructions and decided to mess around in the puddles. Him and the entire Black Squadron were drenched in seconds, hooting and hollering in the empty fields. You'd joined in for a bit, but had quickly retreated after your teeth started chattering.
Poe had come in an hour later, lips violet and jaw chattering so hard he couldn't speak. The mess crew begrudgingly allowed him to sit in front of the ovens, leaning into the warmth. HIs buddies followed and soon twenty sopping wet pilots were huddled around the coals like moths on a lamp. The smell of wet hair and sweat was enough to make your nose burn.
Once everybody recovered from hypothermia, Snap smuggled in some hot toddies. Rodian firewhiskey and expired hot chocolate was one helluva drug, apparently. It had become a raging party within minutes.
God, please let this hangover be quick, you prayed when Snap poured the first glass of...stuff.
Your head was now very warm and more than a little floaty. It was the first day off any of you had in a while. A little cold, and definitely wet, but still fun. The tension once thick had disappeared entirely. Sabacc boards had been produced, and somebody brought in a few racing speeders to hydroplane in the hangar. Sabacc had never interested you, and you'd had enough rain for the day. You watched the races from inside, smirking when somebody eventually crashed.
Rose sidled up to you, reeking of Snap's cocktail.
"Hiya," she said, looping an arm around you. Her flight suit was tied around her waist, and a distinct line of hickeys had been stamped across her neck.
Snorting, you turned back to the hangar. "Having some fun time with Snap, I see."
Rose grinned, pulling her collar down to reveal...a lot more than you expected from Snap. It was certainly a surprise.
"I assumed he'd start crying at the prospect of hand-holding," you mused, nodding reverently at the impressive display.
"Yeah, well, he just needed a little encouragement." She flipped her hair primly and leaned against the window. Another thrash of rain smacked the glass with a massive thwack and made the both of you jump.
"Hey, how's that guy you've been dragging along? Marcus, or Mason, or whatever?" She asked, turning to you. You snorted, taking another pull.
"Long gone," you said drily. "He was...subpar."
Rose gaped, eyes wide and fluttering. "What? Him? No! After everybody warned you? Craaazy," she giggled, leaning against you. Your cheeks flushed. Yeah, okay, it had been a bad idea. He wasn't a bad guy, just...well, a little boring. Did the job for a while but hey, you can only do one position for so long before it's just pathetic.
"Well, he knew what he was good at," you sighed into your cup. God, what a relief that was over.
"He never knew much, did he?" Rose barely kept a straight face, and you watched her laughing fit with an amused grin.
"Yeah, yeah, okay, Rose, laugh it up. We can't all be having sloppy makeouts with Snap in a supply closet, okay? Some of us have dreams, you know." It did nothing but make her laugh harder, nearly spilling her drink down your front.
Swearing, you propped her upright. "God dammit- Rose, Maker, how much did you drink?"
Clearly this was only concerning to you, because she sighed listlessly and finished her god-awful drink in one massive swig. Well, it looks like you'd be babysitting tonight.
Subtly you guided her towards the bunking quarters. Maybe you could convince her to turn in early.
"I mean," she drew out the vowels, stumbling as you held her elbows steady, "you kinda got a trend with that sorta thing, hon."
You narrowed your eyes and stopped. "What is that supposed to-"
"I'm just saying," she guffawed, and you clapped a hand over her mouth when a few people looked over, "you don't...you don't get laid very well," she whispered before dissolving into giggles.
"Rose, good god," you groaned, heaving her away from the crowd. "Come on, you're embarrassing yourself."
Poe raised his eyebrows over his cards when you dragged her by. You rolled your eyes and mouthed Firewhiskey. He and the rest of his group nodded understandably. Rose was not a lightweight, but unfortunately her capacity for alcohol and her appetite for alcohol did not correlate safely. Many a pilot had been saddled with Rose duty on a night out.
You almost made it to the room when a familiar voice called behind you.
"Hey, wait up!"
Poe jogged over, fistful of credits stuffed in his satchel. Guess he won the betting pool.
"Poe," Rose cheered listlessly, grinning sloppily. You sent him an apologetic glance, but he only grinned.
"Hiya, Rosie," he punched her shoulder affectionately, "heard you and Snap were gettin' hot and heavy. Ooh, look at those." Rose had again pulled down her shirt to triumphantly reveal the necklace of bruises Snap gave her. When she felt Poe had given them their due appreciation, she stumbled forwards and promptly passed out.
"Oh shit- some help, please?" You struggled to hold her dead weight. Poe took one shoulder and held your drink while you fiddled at the keypad.
It was a game of "left, right, left, right" as you wrangled her through the door, out of her flight suit and under the covers. Poe slipped a couple of bacta pills near her bedstand and a glass of water.
"You, uh," he started after a moment of standing, "you wanna grab a snack?"
"Hell yeah I do." You bumped his shoulder and fell into step beside him. The halls were empty now except for the occasional droid on late-night rounds. The drumming of rain could still be heard on the roof. It felt like a comforting backing track on your little adventure. Poe's quiet humming made your lips quirk in a smile.
"So," he grinned, sidling up a little too close to avoid suspicion, "you and Rose were spilling some news over there, huh?"
Your ears reddened. "Eavesdropping? That's not very Commander-y of you."
"Oh, c'mon. What was so funny? That game of Sabacc was trash, I needed something to pay attention to," he pleaded.
"Trash? You won the whole pot, Dameron. If you don't want it, I'll-"
"Yeah but Hix is so bad it doesn't even count," he complained. You rolled your eyes. Sometimes Poe forgot that his level of excellence was not as ho-hum as he believed. Fifty credits felt like a pretty good steal, regardless of the achievement. Ah, the standards of being the Favorite.
"Well anyway, it wasn't anything important. Just...girl stuff," you said ambiguously.
Poe didn't buy it, but he kept his mouth shut. You knew he was planning something; he'd never shut up unprovoked. Your hackles raised as you walked in silence. Better to be prepared for whatever it was he was plotting.
You blinked in surprise when he grabbed your elbow and pulled you down...his hallway?
"Poe! Hey, let go-"
"Nuh uh," he grinned triumphantly. "I'm gonna find this out one way or another."
"I want a snack first-"
"Hush."
You rolled your eyes when he dramatically opened his bunk door and pushed you inside. While he rummaged for something, you plopped onto his bunk. Frowning, you bounced a bit on his mattress.
"Does being a Commander give you nicer mattresses? Holy hell, this feels amazing," you gaped. Even the blankets were softer. No wonder he looked so damn pretty all the time, the amount of beauty sleep he was getting.
Poe had cultivated a diverse array of treats on the floor. Meiloorun candy, Naboo chocolate (not expired), rice cookies, and a bunch of pudding from mess hall.
"Ooh, where'd you get- hey!" You snatched your hand back, palm stinging from his slap. Poe's dark brows furrowed and he pulled the hoard closer to his chest.
"One secret for one treat," he sniffed, opening a cup of pudding. You watched him suck it down and move on to the next one.
"That's not- come on, just lemme have one-"
"Nope," he said around a mouthful of lemon mousse, "deal's a deal."
Scowling, you weighed your options. Rose's teasing earlier wasn't...that personal, but something about Poe knowing made you curl up with embarrassment. He had no trouble with picking somebody up. Hell, he was the best lay on base. And yeah, Rose was right, sex was something you'd never really hit gold with. So? It didn't bother you, not really, but it was a bit embarrassing.
What's wrong with telling him? What's he gonna do, slutshame you? He's had more hookups than heartbeats.
But something stopped you. A little seed of a concept struggling to crack in your mind. Something had shifted, you just weren't sure what.
Do it, come on. Just bite the Beskar and go for it.
"Fine, but it's worth at least two chocolates. And a pudding," you acquiesced. A glimmer appeared in Poe's eye and he grinned.
"Alright, shoot."
"Treat first."
He appraised you for a second but relented, tossing you a single bar of chocolate.
"I'll give you the rest after your secret," he said to your protest. Sighing, you snatched up the snack and dropped your head in your hands.
The bunk was quiet, punctuated only by chewing and the crinkle of a wrapper. That little seed had blossomed into doubt and you felt something sour in your chest. Deep breaths, don't be a pussy, come on.
"...IbrokeupiththisguyI'vebeendatigbecausehewasreallybadatsex."
Poe blinked. "What?"
A brilliant shade of red colored your cheeks and seared your neck. You lasered your gaze into the carpet, willing it to burn away and suck you into space.
"I broke up with this guy I've been dating," you mustered, "because he was really bad at sex."
A heavy pause.
"That is not worth two chocolates and a pudding, you fraud," Poe snorted, licking his spoon clean, "unless his dick is like four centimeters long and bright blue I don't know why that's such a big deal. What, did he not make you cum or something?" Another laugh and he tore into a packet of cookies.
Something ravenous and sharp ripped through your chest, flaying the skin open and leaving you dumbfounded. Hot and brutal anger bubbled up so fast it scared you, making your fingers twitch and your nose burn.
Poe caught sight of your face and immediately froze. "Hey, woah, I didn't-"
"Well, not everybody is as blessed as you," you snapped, "you have no issue finding someone to fuck or fall in love with or whatever, so the fact that I have that issue shouldn't be any of your-"
"HEY!"
His shout smacked you back against the wall, your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth.
You'd never seen him genuinely upset. Poe got frustrated, sure, but he always had a positive outlook and an easygoing grin. It looked wrong the way his brows were twisted and his lips stuck in a frown. A little bit of shame tickled your ribs.
"I'm sorry, where the hell did that come from? I was not insulting you, if anything I was insulting that guy. I just was saying that you don't need to be so upset over a random guy who can't fuck!"
"Sex is kind of a big thing and so if it doesn't work out maybe it feels a little embarrassing, okay?" The colume was stacking, bordering on mean. You felt hurt and angry, he felt defensive and confused. A horrible, vicious cocktail of bad was stirring and souring the air.
This wasn't how you talked. You didn't yell. This was wrong. You took a deep breath, willing the tears to cease.
Why were you crying? Poe was right, it wasn't a big deal. You sat in a heap, head in your hands. The sudden rush of anger left you a little bit rattled. Something jittery and uncertain coursed through you, leaving a mound of jumbled thoughts. It was hard to think. You needed some space. You turned away, pressing your cheek to the wall. Maybe that disgusting drink had screwed you up more than you thought.
Poe had pushed away the snacks and crept over, sitting in his desk chair. You felt his gaze on your back. He was making that face, the one when one of his crewmates was flipping the fuck out and he was trying to play nurse.
God, this went south.
"it wasn't that he was bad," your voice wobbled, "he just...he was in it for him. And I was just...there."
Every time you slept together, it was cold. Dead. You needed sunshine and Marcus just wanted a quick bang. The truth made you hunch in on yourself, cowering. Poe hummed in sympathy, sliding closer.
You scowled at him over your shoulder. Something in his eyes pried a little too close to your heart in a way you couldn't describe. It left a raw, tender feeling in your chest that prompted another swell of tears.
"Stop looking at me like that," you snapped. He cocked his head, genuinely curious.
"Why...why is sex such a big thing for you?"
Oh, that tone, damn him to hell with that tone. Soft, gentle, like you were some sort of tantruming baby. Your nose burned with shame and you had to bite your thumb to keep from screaming. None of his business, this was none of his business, just fuck off please. Why had you followed him to his bunk? This was dumb, and all for a chocolate bar.
"Can I just grab my food and go, please?"
A moment before a foil wrapped chocolate and a cup of lemon pudding rolled next to you. Furiously you scrubbed your cheeks dry and sighed.
"I didn't mean to make you mad," Poe said quietly. You turned slightly. His eyes were genuine and open. Dark pools that exuded nothing but support. Way to hit home how much of an ass you were.
"It's fine," you whispered, defeated. "The sex thing...I dunno, it just feels too...intimate."
"It doesn't have to be."
You scrunched up your face, confused. "What? You're literally inside somebody, how-"
Poe laughed, the tension lifting a little bit. "Well, yeah, okay, but like...it doesn't have to be emotional. It could just be physical. One and done." He gestured vaguely, then cringed at his facial expression.
A puzzle was turning in your mind. Not...what? You'd always looked for that little spark before you invited someone over. That little rush of heat, a shared glance. Sex was supposed to be romantic, at least a little bit. That's what you'd gleaned from the girls gushing in the bathrooms over how it felt and the moment.
Something cracked and dislodged in your chest. You took a shuddering breath, feeling your heartbeat stutter. There it was, that thing again. That little confusing piece that followed you around since day one of academy. Since you'd tagged along with Poe and watched him bloom alongside you and Rose, watched your friends and family grow into people with life and love and-
Something.
You felt twisted upside down. This was all wrong, this wasn't how it was supposed to...Poe had thrown a wrench in your ideas of everything, opened a door that you didn't like the idea of.
He was still looking at you carefully, analyzing the way your face twitched and you slowly put the pieces together.
"Have you ever actually been attracted to somebody?"
There it was. Hit the nail right on the head, right where you wanted him to miss. Of course. Of course you had, but he was sitting so close but so far away.
You scoffed. "What's it to you?"
He held up his hands and sat back. "No, hang on. It just sounds like you don't..."
"Don't what?" Something distinctly icy had entered your tone. A familiar defense when acknowledging that scared little emptiness in your cardiac region. One that ached and tore with every breath.
Poe realized he needed a different tactic. Pursing his lips, he tried again. "I mean, have you ever liked somebody as in, like, romantically? Or something past the physical stuff?"
"I'm not an asshole, what kind of-"
"it doesn't make you an asshole," Poe interrupted, "sometimes it's just how stuff is. I asked because it might explain why you feel that way about intimate sex."
The combination of your exposed secret and the bluntness of his vocabulary created a strange mix of comfort and indignance. You knew he meant well, he'd never shame you for sex. He couldn't, not with his roster. But Poe's curiosity was a bit strange. Pointed, specific, determined.
He hadn't cared. He wasn't supposed to care, he was Poe. Out of reach, off limits. With every word he dug up something you'd shoved down into the pits years ago.
"Why does it matter?" You swiveled to face him, chin propped on your palm. He shrugged.
"Dunno, just...troubleshooting."
"Troubleshooting? What am I, a protocol droid?" Your tone dripped with sarcasm, but the sentiment filled you with warmth.
Poe snorted. He reached for another bottle cap and flipped it between his fingers, rolling it along his knuckles like a Erko chip. "You said you had a problem, and I'm gonna help you fix it."
Oh, Maker. You recognized that expression. When Poe had an idea, nothing in the galaxies could derail his focus. You sighed. "Please don't, I don't care."
Poe looked up, mouth agape. "What do you mean you don't care? Sex is a great experience, and I want to find a way for you to enjoy it-"
"Why?"
"Because-"
"Why you? Why do you have to, what's it matter to you?" You tossed your hands up, exasperated. He paused his fiddling, swallowing thickly.
This conversation was muddling your already groggy mind. Twenty questions had not helped the predicament, and you really wanted to go to bed. Early training tomorrow, provided the rains let up. Poe watched you stand and grab your jacket, not making a move to stop you.
"I'm heading off," you mumbled. "Thanks for....yeah."
Maybe it was the light or maybe just wishful thinking, but his eyes softened with a smile.
"Night, sweetheart. Sweet dreams."
That curious feeling followed you all the way back to bed. Your dreams were not helpful either - twirling and changing and morphing into something wholly familiar but astounding.
Poe's voice, and that familiar smell, but accompanied with a flutter you don't remember feeling. It was gentler, softer. Something was there, something that hadn't been been before. You didn't understand why here his touches felt different, but they felt...better. Righter. Not sexual, not bad, but somehow there was an unspoken agreement that this was how it should be. Together.
You woke up in a cold sweat and pit in your stomach.
The rains were stronger that afternoon. Lightening flashed in the clouds, adding to the melancholy feeling in your chest. Last night's conversation had undeniably changed the air between you and Dameron. Even Rose noticed in her hungover haze.
"Jeez, you 'n Poe really screwed something up, huh?" she slurred, an ice pack resting over her eyes. She peered inquisitively at you from under her hood and you scoffed.
"No, Rose." It couldn't be farther from the truth. The idea caused such a viscerally upsetting image in your mind that you physically jolted in your seat.
"I need some air," you muttered, palm to your chest. A raw, nervous energy had consumed you from your first waking moment. Anticipation and dread rolled up into a nerve-wracking package.
Your feet, the bastards, walked a familiar route that you recognized all too late. Poe looked up as he was leaving his bunk and paused. HIs eyes held that same soft look from last night and your stomach lurched.
"Hey," he called, reaching out to snag your elbow. You flinched and a flicker of hurt crossed his features. He'd just woken up, curls sticking every which way atop his sleep-mussed face. Attractive in a way that floored you.
You muttered a hello and kept walking, darting into the first available room.
The dance kept up all day, swooping and waltzing around each other until everybody knew something was up. The rumor mill was brutal, fantasizing everything from a fight to a secret pregnancy. Any comments whispered behind your back paled in comparison to the mounting anxiety you felt.
That thing. That thing that Poe said that broke the wall around your heart. It was fucking everything up. He hadn't even said much. But it did a lethal damage, sending everything toppling down in a domino effect.
You couldn't focus. That something, begging to be let out, beat and hammered against your ribs, making you gag. Your pace faltered and you hurried to a bathroom.
"I'm gonna be sick-" you croaked, and somebody yelped. A pair of hands hauled you off the floor and up, but the world was already spinning. Your heart had jumped out of your mouth and was sputtering on the floor, dying in a wash of crimson glory. Something had also snagged your lungs, tearing oxygen just out of reach.
What a way to go.
Poe's smell filled your nose and you hoped it wasn't another dream. That dream had stripped your faculties and left you an emotional mess. A better dream, please, I want to be at peace.
A hacking, gagging, awful sound that you realized was coming from you. Someone was pounding your back as you heaved in air, choking on your own spit.
"Umph cut it out!" you rasped, smacking away whoever was braking your spine.
Your heart wheezed a last breath when you met Poe's eyes. It was his room that smelled that way. And yes, your heart was still in your chest and your lungs were in working order. the air was a bit hard to breath now that Poe had clouded it with his pure, unadulterated concern that looked a little too close to-
Something.
"I'm sorry," he blurted, hands flexing at his side. "I...I fucked up. Last night. I'm sorry."
It felt like a collective breath was released. You swallowed, steadying yourself against the wall.
"It's okay," you said, nodding. "Me too."
A tentative silence before he crossed to sit next to you. There was that look again, so genuine and pure that it made your breath halt. You'd walked into it. A little glimmer grew into a solid shine over your heart.
Something, something, something.
"You didn't answer my question," he whispered, almost too quiet. Your tongue stopped working. You knew what he meant. That was throwing a wrench in things, that unchecked box. The blank space. The answer was clear. He knew. You knew. Rose knew, she'd seen it a galaxy away.
"Have you ever-"
"I remember," you cut him off, heart hammering. "I remember the question."
He nodded imperceptibly. The situation became abundantly apparent as you forced yourself to press on.
He'd been waiting. His soft pink insides were already bared, ready for you to take a bite. Nothing was hidden anymore. All out, for everyone to see.
But for you especially.
Your turn.
Tentatively, you leaned forward. Poe's eyes burned, and you saw the muscles flexing with his restraint. His rope was twisting tighter as you hesitated.
It snapped.
He tasted like chocolate and summer. Your lips fell open in shock, allowing his tongue to slip inside. He cradled your jaw gently, sucking and pulling you out of your shell. Each gentle lap and kiss broke off another stone, chipping slate from your soft center. Your skin tingled, feeling every emotion you'd bottled up.
The vulnerability was too much. You couldn't breathe, enraptured with the way his hands felt and he held you tighter.
"Poe," you mumbled into his mouth, and he withdrew. The empty space between you was weaponized, scratching and biting your tender skin. You needed to be closer. Together. Bound as one, breathing in and out with the same lungs and beating the same heart.
That was the something.
Something built under you as he hauled you into his arms and sank into his mattress, devouring your lips with his. This was how it was supposed to feel. Alive with a burning feeling that ate you up on the inside. Like hot desert sun that warmed your bones and dissolved your mind into mush.
His finger traced under you shirt. Your nerves screamed, twisting your torso away. A wild, nervous colt had replaced your disposition. The hill you were climbing was slippery, and what waited at the top was beginning to scare you.
"Wait," you breathed, stuttering, "I didn't-"
Poe held his hands up, breathing hard. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm not gonna move. Just...tell me when, okay?"
You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. You'd never...not like this. Not with your heart on full display and your guard down and certainly not face to face.
"Marcus," you blurted, "always did it behind. To be less...open."
The admission felt liberating somehow, like a weight had been lifted. Poe nodded slowly, gears turning.
"Do you...like it that way?"
Your face said what your tongue couldn't, and he nodded again. Before his hands brushed your arms, he tapped your wrist twice.
Okay?
You tapped him back. Okay.
He drew you closer, gently adjusting your thighs around his hips. "Like this, see?" His eyes were searching, patient. Uncertainty trembled inside, but you nodded.
His lips met yours again and you moaned quietly, leaning into his embrace. your hearts thudded next to each other, feeding from the other's heat. This time, his hands slipped your shirt over your head and you didn't protest. It was a shock, at first, to be so unprotected, but his hands soothed over any rough patches and coaxed you back to safety.
This was okay.
Your sleep shorts hiking over your thighs with ease. Poe slowed, letting you adjust to the cool air. He caught your apprehension and stopped moving.
"Hey," he whispered, hands settling around your waist. You didn't move from your position against his neck, curling tighter to hide your furious blushing.
"We don't have to do this tonight." He relaxed his grip and moved away. Terrified, you grabbed his hand and put it back on your hip. Poe rubbed your back slowly.
"It's fine," you muttered, words muffled by his neck.
"You look like you're about to be executed," he teased, pulling your face back to look him in the eye. Your gaze flitted around, trying to avoid the overwhelming emotion pouring out of his face, and to sneak a glimpse of his perfectly muscular chest.
"I'm okay," you whispered. "Just nervous."
Poe nodded, scooting back a little bit. "I understand. Do you want to just sit like this for a minute? It'll be better if you relax." You nodded, leaning back against him. The sunshine pouring from his skin glowed gently, He fiddled with your hands, inspecting the ridges and bumps on your fingers. You smiled apologetically when he peered at your torn cuticles.
"Nervous habit," you explained. He lifted his right hand and to your surprise, had the most chewed-up fingernails you'd ever seen.
"Me too."
His arms tightened around your middle and you felt the soft brush of his lips across your shoulder. The gentle affection made you tremble. Something distinctly new was blooming in the warm darkness of his room. Something that felt soft and nice but more than a little terrifying.
"Why does this position bother you?" he asked quietly, sucking on your neck. You wriggled at the heady warmth of his mouth.
"Mmm...I dunno, it's just...vulnerable, I guess," you breathed, pressing closer. That familiar heat had returned, glowing under your sternum and making your fingers tingle. Poe hummed in thought, slowly turning you over so you were pressed front to front.
"Not gonna do anything, just movin' you around," he soothed your hunched shoulders. You relaxed, licking under his ear and smiling at his tiny groan.
"Is vulnerability a bad thing?" He continued kissing along your shoulders, hands safely on your back.
"N-no," your heart was picking up, "just...just different, I don't know-" you sucked in a deep breath when he nipped at your earlobe.
"That's okay. Different can be good, too."
Your skin was burning, and an unmistakable knot had started twisting under your navel. The muscles in your thighs twitched and flexed around Poe's waist. You felt him against your inner thigh, harder than steel, but he still waited patiently, mapping your skin with his lips and hands. You faltered, unsure of how to tell.
His thumb tapped your elbow twice, tap-tap. You shifted, confused. He did it again, and you peered at his hand curiously. tap-tap?
oh.
You took a slow breath and tapped his elbow twice, tap. tap.
Okay.
He rubbed the back of your hand soothingly, but didn't move further. His lips didn't stop suckling your clavicle. You hesitantly brought your hand to his hair and stroked it. He groaned quietly, encouraging you. Swallowing, you tugged the ends of his curls and blushed when he pressed closer, grip tightening on your waist.
Okay, okay. This was okay.
Poe's fingers trailed delicately over the soft skin of your stomach, pausing to tickle your ribs. You shivering, giggling, tugging his hair affectionately.
"Poe, what are you doingghuhh," his fingers pushed the air out of your chest, pressing thickly up into your core. You choked out a moan and wriggled, the spark in your chest exploding. Poe's eyes flicked to your face, questioning, but he smiled when you started to rock slightly on his hands.
"I'm following your lead," he said, adjusting the angle of his fingers. You whimpered again, folds fluttering around him. You nodded rapidly, hips rocking faster. Poe grinned cheekily, curling his thumb just so to brush your clit. The responding whine made his cock throb against your leg.
It did not take you long to hurtle over that peak. With a heavy sigh, a wave of warmth and sticky pleasure drowned out your pounding heart, sending a rocking tremor through your body. Your pussy squeezed his fingers and gushed over his lap, to Poe's delight. He caught you when you collapsed against him, moaning with satisfaction.
The aftershocks were almost as intense as the orgasm. You breathed shakily, still bucking greedily on his magic fingers.
"Good," you whined when he raised his eyebrow, "really good..." you moaned louder when he pinched your clit teasingly.
An inhumanly high whimper tore out of your throat as he picked up the pace, massaging and pressing perfectly against your walls. Your leaking arousal trickled down your thigh. Poe swiped a finger of it and sucked, eyes fluttering closed. You stared slack-jawed, unable to look away as he drank up your slick greedily.
Poe groaned, finger-fucking you faster. You shuddered and let it steamroll you again, losing all composition against his chest. Your puffy folds gripped him like a vise. He pulled his hand free and licked a long stripe up his finger, swallowing obscenely. His heavy lidded eyes met yours, brown irises glittering with lust.
You whimpered, overwhelmed with his attention.
"That's two," he winked. Before you could respond he hiked you up against his chest and spread his thighs. Still hazy from your last climax, you kissed his neck messily. Poe paused, squeezing your ass.
"Deep breath, baby."
"Wh-"
A long, punishing stroke as he pushed into you, hot and hard. Your lower body seized, a rush of stimulation short-circuiting your brain. A loud moan filled the room, and you distantly realized it was yours.
Poe was big. Really big, and stretched you past the breaking point. You choked and whined to gain back the air he'd ripped from your lungs. He smiled, rocking slowly to let you adjust. Your arms were pressed tight to your chest, head still tucked away from his view.
"Don't hide, sit back," he guided, tugging you in front of him. The new angle pulled another moan as his tip bullied against your sensitive cunt. Your chest heaved, eyes listless from the constant pleasure.
"I want to see you," he whispered, looking you dead on. it send a shard right through your chest.
"I want to."
You swallowed and he began to rock gently. The sensation made you gasp, locking onto his biceps. His grin was easy, welcoming.
"You look lovely." His praise sent another flutter to your cunt. His eyebrow raised, catching the glaze over your eyes.
Oh, now he's got it. He'd figured out the pattern. That exact combination of touches and moves to make you fall into him. Poe paused for a moment, to your confusion, then rocked forward hard. You bucked up against him, crying out as he began a steady, firm pace.
"You're doing good," he panted, nipping your cheek, "doing really well, see? Feel good, baby?"
You moaned, magma pulsing and rising in your veins. His words sluiced over you like a balm, easing the overwhelming presence of him. Nothing in you was the way it should be; your bones were jelly, your skin felt like fire and your head full of cotton.
Was this what he meant by sex? This? This heady mix of hot and wet and fast and so all-consuming it overrode your brain? Nothing Snap could come up with held a candle to the high you were riding at the moment.
At some point, Poe had flipped you onto your back. Or maybe you'd done that? Your knees were up and pushed against your breasts, his cock driving madly into your fully exposed core. The power in his hips was unbelievable. You felt the muscles bunching beneath your palms as you held on for dear life.
Poe huffed in your ear, mumbling jibbered praise and half-coherent expletives. The bunk quaked with each punch of his hips, further disorienting your fucked-out perspective.
Your nails dug into his back and you gritted out a moan as another orgasm knocked you flat. The mattress was melded to your back at this point; might as well label yourself "Rebel bunk grade" and accept it.
"Poe," you whined, arching and writhing away from the unending stimulation. He grunted and heaved you back up against his chest, spreading his thighs for balance. Your eyes flickered up to meet his; frantic, lust-blown, just a bit unfocused.
That thing, that new, flourishing something burned hot like the sun. It filled Poe's eyes when he looked at you, slack-jawed with pleasure. It rested on the tip of your tongue as you asked for more, please. It was everywhere.
A broken cry accompanied your fourth climax, shepherding you gently into a distant, heavenly pleasure that licked up your spine and filled you with a joy you'd never experienced. Pure bliss leaked out of every pore, drowning you and pulling Poe under the tide. He bucked and groaned, crushing his lips against yours.
You shuddered a sigh when you felt him release inside, a syrupy warmth filling you. Your thighs gave out, crumpling onto the sheets. Poe's chest was covered in a sheen of sweat, but he wasn't quite done yet.
"Poe, wh-what," you whined as he flipped you onto your front. Your cheeks pressed against the mattress, and you braced yourself against the frame.
"Jus' hang on," he panted, "just gimme a sec," his breathing was choppy and labored. It took you a minute to realize he was still hard inside of you, length pulsing tightly against your sponginess.
A small whimper when you felt his chest press against your back. This was familiar...but different. It felt...better. Warmer, kinder, softer. Like the two of you were fitted perfectly, wrapped in a nest of-
of?
There was that something again, whatever it was-
Well, whatever it was didn't matter because Poe's cock hammered your brain flat. He wasn't fucking hard, but deep. Slow, steady, punishing. Every ridge and vein dragged along your velvety petals, lighting every nerve and blood cell and capillary and everything on fire. His strong, stable hands cradled your hips, pulling you back until no space existed between you.
you didn't know what you expected. When his lips touched yours, you didn't know he could wreck you like this. That he could pull you apart and put you back together in a way that made you want to cry. You expected something quick, fast, clinical. Not this. This...this was a new world of torture you hadn't had the pleasure of exploring.
Your moans were muffled by the sheets. The muscles in your shoulders ached from the way he was pressed close. Any move you made, he made with you. Any time he wanted to clutch you tighter, the limper you got.
"Come on," he gritted out, "almost there, you've been doing so good, come on-" a loud groan and he rammed faster, shucking you up the bed a few inches.
The end was in sight. You were so close, but it felt...too far. You couldn't do it, you were exhausted, wrung out. Too much too fast. It felt good, to be here like this, but there was no way-
Poe craned his neck down, sucking gently on your jaw. His fingers laced with yours and there it was. There was that something you'd been looking for.
As the rest of you dissolved into ecstasy, a single thought hardened into a glowing pearl. Your drained, exhausted body felt drawn to that pearl as you floated out of your mind. A wave of pleasant calmness carried you closer, closer.
Oh. Of course. Your lips slipped into a smile as you drifted back to earth, the last little stitch in place.
A guttural cry met you back in the real world. Poe's hands were everywhere, pulling you up, pressing against your cheeks, wiping tears - were you crying? - pulling you closer. Closer, somehow, than being literally fused together. Everywhere you looked, Poe Poe Poe. His smell, voice, skin, hair.
"Poe," you breathed. He kissed your forehead, still cooing.
"Poe," you said again, urgent. His dark gaze twisted with concern, holding your jaw to inspect you for tears.
"Did I go too hard? I'm sorry, fuck, I-"
"I want to answer your question," you rushed with startling clarity. Poe was clearly surprised by your attitude, having just witnessed your ascension to heaven.
"Wh-"
Frustrated, you pulled him into a hard kiss, accidentally nipping his lip. The iron tang was sweetened by the leftover arousal on his tongue. His confusion soon faded, and you felt his lips slack with understanding. When he moved to pull away, you pulled him back, not yet ready to look at him. Your noses brushed each other, lips a breath apart.
"I-"
"Me too, idiot," he muttered, biting your cheek and laughing when you smacked his chest. Post-fucking endorphins had thrown you for a loop and his cheeky winks were sending you through the roof.
"I was-"
"I know," he said simply, interrupting you with another kiss.
"St-"
"What was that?"
A beat, then you were pulled back into his little galaxy in a whirl of kisses and smiles, content to rest as one again.
There. That was how it was supposed to be.
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Okay, I knew I would love this but nothing is stopping me from yelling that
I LOVE THIS!!!!!!
Poor baby boy😭away from his BB and friends
But trust me, I don't wanna be in the milky way galaxy too
Cosmic - Poe Dameron
Episode 1: A Space Odyssey
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Pairing: Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Summary: In 1981, in rural America, Poe crash lands to earth and you have to show him everything (set in America but reader is not necessarily American)
Content: some minor injuries and blood, not beta'd
Word Count: 2.4k
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A deafening crash obliterated peaceful sleep on a silent, country night. You sat up in bed, abruptly, rubbing sleep from your eyes. Heart pounding and ears alert, you listened, hoping to convince yourself it was nothing - a dream, or maybe even a distant car crash.
Willing yourself to climb out of bed, you crept to the window, trying desperately to calm your breathing before drawing back the curtains.
That's when you saw it. A fire - distant, but definitely on your property. Maybe someone did crash. Or...was there some sort of electrical or gas explosion? As far as you could tell, the fire wasn't near your barn, or any of your sheds or buildings.
Scrubbing a hand over your face, you decided you better go check it out. Pulling your nightgown over your head, you grabbed the nearest pair of sweats - a crewneck gray top with matching bottoms. Taking the stairs two at a time, you headed for the back door, slipping into your boots and lifting your coat off the hook. Twisting the lock, you yanked open the door, but paused. You turned back and rummaged around in the drawer for a flashlight.
It flickered once before powering on, bright enough to lead you to the laundry room where you found a more useful spotlight flashlight and a fire extinguisher. Pushing open the screen door, you tried to estimate how far the fire was. This prompted you to grab your truck keys and drive.
The familiar creak of the your father's old truck door reminded you that this thing was probably on its last leg. You put the key in the ignition, impatiently bouncing on the bench seat.
"Come on, girl, not tonight. Come on."
After a few more sputters, the old thing cranked, a puff of smoke its only protest. With your high beams illuminating the path, you made your way to the mysterious flames.
In the few minutes it took you to drive across your property, bouncing over the uneven ground in the old truck, you started to realize how big the fire was...and that you probably should've called the fire department before you charged at it with a mere fire extinguisher.
Twisted hunks of metal had ravaged your farmland. Something huge had crashed here. An airplane or jet of some sort. Maybe experimental aircraft. Or a UFO. The musical motif from 2001: A Space Odyssey drifted through your mind. The government was sure to be here soon, probably setting up camp on your property and kicking you out of your own home on grounds of national security.
You were at a complete loss, heart racing as the smoke began to burn your lungs. Pulling your shirt collar up over your nose as a makeshift mask, you began to walk the perimeter of the crash, deciding to take a look before calling the authorities.
Rounding the corner of what appeared to be a black and orange metal wing, you heard a groan.
"Oh my god," you gasped, easing closer, braving the heat and the smoke to see what you assumed was the pilot. Something welled up inside you - adrenaline, probably, but your legs carried you forward to a man, half strapped into his seat, bloodied and unconscious.
"Oh god. Hold on. Hold on, I'm gonna get you out."
Racing back to your truck, you climbed into the truck bed, looking for a tool - anything to help you. Thankfully, you found a pair of work gloves, a wrench and a pair of pliers in the back, and a utility knife normally kept in the glove box.
You scrambled back to the man, praying to anything listening that he was not dead. After using the fire extinguisher to put out the fire immediately surrounding him, you used the knife. You cut him free of the straps holding him to the aircraft seat, grateful for gloves around such hot metal. Thankfully he wasn't a big person - not overly tall or heavy, so you were able to drag him all the way back to your truck.
It took all your strength and then some to get him all the way into the truck. You quickly examined him for obvious injuries, hoping he wasn't bleeding out or hadn't broken his back. He seemed generally okay, aside from some scrapes and cuts and minor burns.
Gingerly, you buckled him into the seat and slowly removed his helmet. He was bleeding from his temple, but the cut didn't seem deep. Blood and dirt covered his cheeks and was matted into his thick, dark curls.
"Gotta get you to a hospital." Cranking the truck, you glanced over at his orange flight suit, wondering who he could possibly work for.
You drove to the end of your property, wondering if you should drive the closest medical center, which was ten miles away, and closed, or if you should drive a hour to the closest city hospital. Either option was a gamble with your somewhat unreliable truck. What if you got stuck?
You decided against it, heading back to your house to call the fire department. They could take this man wherever he needed to go in an ambulance.
You pulled up to the house and switched off the engine, exhaling heavily before unbuckling both yourself and the pilot. You walked around the truck, opened the passenger door and jumped back with a scream as his head lolled over and his eyes blinked open.
"Where am I?" He croaked out. "Which system?"
"Hey, it's okay," you tried to soothe both him and yourself simultaneously. "You're at my farm. I think your jet crashed. I'm going to call for some help."
He tried to climb out of the truck, but flopped back into the seat with a groan. "The f...the First Order. Is the First Order here?"
You shook your head. "I-I don't know what you mean. I think you need a hospital."
Slinging one leg out the door, he gripped the truck door with his gloved hand, hauling himself to his feet.
"Careful," you instructed, reaching out to help steady him.
Deep brown eyes locked onto yours. "Thank you."
"Of course. Come on, let's get you inside."
He nodded, arm resting heavily around your shoulders. "Kriffing hell," he choked, limping with difficulty.
"Hey, I've got you. Just lean on me."
The two of you made it through the back door, into the kitchen, where you helped the pilot ease down onto a chair.
"You okay?" You asked, trying to steady him. "Is your leg broken?"
"I-I don't know. I don't think so." He leaned forward, resting his head in his hands.
"Hold on. Let me get you some water. I need to call for help."
"Wait!" He protested, stopping you with a strong grip on your arm. "Wait, who are you calling? The First Order can't know."
You shook your head. "I don't know what that is. I was just going to call an ambulance to help you and the fire department to take care of your jet out there."
"I'm fine," he waved you off, attempting to push himself up on the chair. "Believe me, I've been in tougher scrapes than this. I just need to get back to my ship, to my transceiver. Where's your satellite?"
"My satellite? I don't have a satellite," you explained. "I have a telephone. And a couple of CB radios. That's it. No satellite."
"Damn it," he huffed, seeming to grow more agitated by the moment. Yanking off his gloves, he pushed his hands through his hair, wincing as he grazed the cut on his temple.
"Let me get you some help," you insisted, opening the cupboard to get a glass, which you filled with water from the tap. "Drink this."
His eyes met yours and he nodded once, downing the glass in one gulp. You took it from him and refilled it, collecting the first aid kit from under the kitchen sink. "Here," you said, handing the glass back to him. "Drink some more. Let me look at your head. Then I'm calling an ambulance."
Without answering, he slowly accepted the glass of water, waiting patiently while you dabbed the cut on his temple, hissing as you cleansed it.
"You need to hold this gauze here for a minute. I don't think a bandage will stick in your hair," you explained. "I don't think you need stitches, but I would rather a doctor look at you."
Reaching for your arm, he stopped you, his calloused fingers circling your wrist. "Please don't call anyone. You're very kind but...please. Not until I'm sure."
With trembling breath, you swallowed down a growing sense of dread. Was this man some sort of spy? Maybe he was Russian? "Not until you're sure of what?"
"Of where I am," he emphatically explained. "And who's in control of this system. Noticing you shudder, he released your wrists. "Please, can we take your...speeder back to my ship? I won't bother you anymore."
Slowly nodding, you stood, flabbergasted as he used the table to help him climb out of his chair, standing with difficulty.
"Here, I'll help you," you found yourself offering, despite your concern about who this man could be.
Soon enough, you drove him back out to the crash site, wondering if you would somehow get into trouble with the government if this man communicated with an enemy of the state. But, not sure of what else to do, you watched as he climbed out of your truck, limped around the perimeter of the crash and did something with the ship that made the fire go out pretty quickly.
You weren't even sure if he wanted you to stay and wait for him.
After a few minutes, however, he made his way back to the truck.
"Comms are busted. My droid is a pile of wires. Glad it wasn't BB." Shaking his head, he sighed in frustration. "This whole thing is too hot to look at tonight. Do you think anyone will come looking?" He glanced over at you.
"Uhm, the nearest neighbor is five miles. Maybe no one saw," you told him. "They might see the smoke in the morning."
He nodded curtly, running a gloved hand over his face. "Would it be okay if I waited here for a little while? Maybe let my ship cool off and..." With a groan of pain, he turned to peer through the window behind him. "Do you think we could use your speeder to haul away some of the wreckage?"
You stared at him for almost a full minute. "Who are you?"
With a sardonic, exhausted half-chuckle, he shook his head. "Sorry. I...I can't tell you until I know where I am."
Chewing on your lip, you tried to decide what to do. "I'll tell you where we are. But you have to tell me where you're from too. Deal?"
He nodded, so you unbuckled your seatbelt and shifted to face him, one leg drawn up to your chest.
"We're in Iowa. But you must have known that. You must have been flying over us, maybe to the closest base, when you crashed."
"Iowa," he slowly repeated. "What system are we in?"
"You keep saying 'system' - I don't know what that means," you insistently explained. "We're in Iowa. In the United States. Are you not from here?"
"Uh, no," he quickly answered. "I have no idea where we are. Who's in charge of your United States? Are you occupied by the First Order?"
"I don't know what that is! We're the United States. Do you seriously not know the United States of America? Maybe the most powerful nation in the world? Or one of them, anyway. There's no one occupying this country. I've never even heard of something called a First Order."
"Good. That's good." Removing his gloves again, the man stroked his chin. It seemed to be a habit of his. "You said 'this world'. What planet is this?"
Without meaning to, you looked at him like he was crazy. "You must have a concussion. I definitely should've called an ambulance."
"Just - please, answer me. Please." His eyes found yours, dark eyebrows shifting pleadingly. True, deep concern radiated from his gaze as a shimmer brimmed along his lower lashes. "Please tell me. I don't understand. I don't know where I am."
"Okay, okay," you quickly reassured him. "I'll answer anything you ask. And...remember, you're going to tell me where you're from too. And a name."
He nodded quickly, scooting a little closer as if he were hanging on to your every word.
This poor man. He seemed really out of it. "We're on Earth. This is planet Earth. In North America. United States. In Iowa. On my farm. That's it, that's where we are. And you can call me Trix." You shrugged one shoulder. Not your real name, but your dad called you Trix when you were really young.
"Trix," he slowly repeated. "Trix...from Earth." He sighed, worriedly. "Earth. I've never heard of it. And you don't know the system?"
You shrugged. "I mean...Earth is in the solar system? In the Milky Way galaxy? Is that what you mean?"
"Milky Way," he gasped, staring at you in disbelief. "The Milky Way galaxy? Oh my...I've...I've never left our galaxy. I've never..."
His breathing grew shallow as his head hit the headrest with a thud.
"Oh, god, I think you're having anxiety or...just breathe." Reaching across him, you rolled down the truck window to give him fresh air, which didn't help much, because the air smelled like smoke. It seemed to help, however as he slowly began to calm down.
"Are you okay?" You finally asked after several tense moments.
"I think so. I must've. I think..." He trailed off, something in his eyes so forlorn.
You had to ask. "Are you...a spy? Are you Russian?"
Turning to face you, he frowned in confusion. "What's Russian?"
Okay. So either this man was completely mental, or...no. It couldn't be. You had watched too many science fiction films. He must have amnesia or something.
"Where are you from? You promised," you reminded him.
He swallowed hard, sitting up a bit straighter. Then he looked right into your eyes, again. There was something so honest and slightly unnerving when he did that.
"My name is Poe," he finally declared. "I'm from Yavin 4. It's in the Yavin System, in the Gordian Reach sector, in the Outer Rim Territories." Glancing down at his lap, he exhaled shakily. "It's definitely not in the Milky Way Galaxy."
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ANA YOU FORGOT TO TAG THIS SHIT AS YOU GONNA GET YOUR HEART TWISTED LIKE YOUR PUSSY! /lh
Omg fuck Jonathan Levy and his lies :/ this made my want to hate fuck him worse
This was a delicious one tbh
But
FUCK JONATHAN LEVY! /aff but hatefully too (don't know! I AM TOO MAD AT HIM)
The header pic is good tho🫠
HANDSOME PRICK!
SWEET LIES
Pairing: Jonathan Levy x Reader
--Warnings: 🔥18+, nsfw, oral sex, mentions of unprotected sex (take care of yourselves guys), lots of angst(Jonathan is a soft jerk), praise kink, contextual/ small? spoilers of scenes of a marriage (read under at your own risk if you haven’t seen it), age gap, sub-ish Jonathan (?), student/professor relationship (so much warnings omg)--
A/N: English is not my first language so I'm sorry if there’s any mistakes
Thanks to vin for her insights on Jonathan 🫶🏼
Word count: 2.1 k ~
You knew he was trouble, with all the backstory this man had; two failed marriages, two families to feed, and an inflated new ego due to his new success on his study field that led him to do international Ted talks amongst other things; this man exuded powerful energy from wherever angle you saw him, although that may be the case when he was in public; when you saw him giving lectures or speaking amongst his peers, but you knew other sides of Jonathan, he showed you a different side of himself when he was alone with you, you very well knew how this man could became all mushy and needy after a single peck on the lips, but also he could be dominant, specially when he had you bend over his desk as he pounded relentlessly deep inside you from behind late at night on a dark classroom after finishing the lecture and making sure to lock the door.
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This was your routine with Jonathan, every Wednesday you had your after hours session with your professor after his lecture, it all began when you started to stay after class to ask him about everything and anything you could think, not even really caring on his answers or the extra homework and research he sometimes gave you just because you asked something so rhetorical that he didn't even had the answer but he hid it in a very smart way making you do a 100 page essay about the topic just for you to "figure the question out for yourself", all that extra work only for you to stay on his presence for a few more minutes after class and please your dumb college crush with your professor.
Eventually one thing led to another, Jonathan was a very smart man and he started to notice the way you carried yourself around him and he liked it, A LOT, he noticed the longing gazes you gave him whenever he was giving a lecture, the dumb smile and pink hue your cheeks turned every time he praised you for answering a question he asked to the class, the lingering touches on his arm whenever you said goodbye to him, and finally those tiny tight little skirts you always wore to his class even if it was freezing outside, those things slowly started driving him crazy for you, feeling the need to bury himself deep inside you and fuck you senseless until you got so cock drunk on him that he'd ruined sex for you, you wouldn’t even turn your head around to be with another dumb college boy who couldn't satisfy you the way he would if he had the chance.
Those thoughts lingered in his head every time he saw you, his cock would get hard at the slight sight of your thighs when you moved in your chair at class, all that sometimes giving him embarrassing boners he couldn't hide unless he sat down behind his desk or excused himself to the bathroom to try to calm himself down, that kept happening until one day he couldn't handle it anymore and he took you for the first time after class. That day he noticed that after he was explaining to you a random question you had about the meaning of life, you opened slightly your legs for him to catch a glimpse of your wet panties below your loose skirt.
Soon after the class ended he went mad, his desires possessed him over when you came to his desk and leaned a little bit closer to him, giving him the opportunity to devour your mouth as if he was famished, drank your juices as if he was dehydrated and pounded into you in a way that it left you with a small limp the next day.
At the beginning it was only the rush of rough needy sex and the excitement of experimenting with one another, but when you started to get little hints of Jonathan’s life, of his real essence when he decided to share a little bit of himself when he was on a post nut clarity after filling you up with his cum until it leaked down your thighs like the pretty little girl you were for letting him do it, you started to fall for your professor, and you were falling hard, it wasn’t on your plans at all, to fall in love with a man that could be easily your father or a really young uncle? Definitely not what you had in mind, you always tried to push away your feelings for him, but you couldn’t help yourself , every time you walked into the same room as your professor the air got thicker, heavier, an invisible force always pulling you towards him, and the small little glimpses he gave you of his life, those were a lifeline to you.
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And that’s how you always fell into the same situation, by couldn’t focusing on the bigger picture, on what was best for you, to avoid the lies, because each time he had his two fat fingers deep inside your pussy while he was eating you out like a starving man from below your skirt, not even worrying to pull off your panties from you and just pushing them to the side when his eyes went crazy after he felt how wet you were for him, you couldn’t help but feel like you were in heaven, like you were the most desirable creature in the world.
He knew about your developing feelings towards him, and boy did he took advantage of your sweet little innocence, always praising you and letting you hear what you wanted in exchange for you to give yourself fully to him, to keep you hooked on a non existent developing relationship as he kept making you empty promises.
“We’re gonna be together soon, I promise."
He mumbled as his digits went deeper inside you, touching your soft, velvety walls in ways that made you shiver.
“I’m gonna leave her, I'm gonna leave everything behind for you, baby."
You knew there were all lies; they had to be; this man was deprived from all sense of loyalty a long time ago because his demons haunted him until this day and he let himself be consumed by them, but that didn’t impede you from clenching around his fingers so hard as he tried to push them into you so deep that he could barely move them.
"God, you’re so beautiful; I’m gonna be with you forever.”
Lies, lies and more lies, sweet little lies that drove you mad as you squirmed under his touch, you knew he’ll be gone as soon as he finished with you, like always, he’ll go back to take care of his family, he’ll tell you he is going to leave them and then come back next week with the same lies but with the same starving and lusty look whenever he looked at you that made you clench around nothing, that made your knees go weak, until you knelt down in front of him forgiving every single false promise and sucking his cock so hard he’ll came in just a couple of minutes, Jonathan, sweet, but intelligent jerk Jonathan the man you loved, that will never be yours fully, you always tried to extend your time together as long as you could, you would taste him and love him as passionate as you could, although he told you over and over again that this was not passion, he didn't believed in that, he told you this was something deeper, a true connection between the two of you, but yet again you knew he was lying, he always lies, still you believed him when you kissed him and his tongue danced with yours, for just a couple of hours he was yours, and only yours, he loved you, but it was fleeting, just as the time you spent with him, his love will fleet and yours remained so deep inside you sometimes it hurt to even breathe.
Even though he was lying to you, saying all those things for your enjoyment, to keep you on the edge and hooked on him, when the opportunity of being with him presented itself to you, it didn’t really matter cause of Jonathan's skillful hands and tongue always moved so in and out of sync, giving you something that no one else has given you before, as his big fat digits always teased your hole, curling upwards just in the right way to reach your G-spot over and over again as his tongue flicked your clit in the most hypnotic way.
“My sweet girl, my sweet, beautiful, good girl.”
He ate you like a starving man, his licks and sucks on your clit becoming more enraged as he got lost in your scent and taste, making him moan and grunt as he reached for his pants with his free hand and started palming himself through his corduroy khakis.
“Oh god-You drive me crazy, baby”
He grunted as he kept palming himself in rhythm with his fingers that were thrusting into you, attacking your G-spot as he kept on abusing your clit, with his tongue feeling how tight your little hole was getting as you went close to your release.
“F-fuck baby girl...God, I-”
Jonathan kept moaning for you, it almost sent you spiraling at the sight of how ruined and pathetic this grown ass man sounded, desperately whining while drinking your juices, with messy curly hair thanks to the hard tugs you did to it as you tried to hold him as close to you as possible, not that he wanted to be in another situation, cause that man, he was so pussy drunk, he was almost coming in his pants at the mere scent of you.
“I- I love you.”
Jonathan whispered softly against your core, and with that, you came undone. Your legs shook, and you contorted your face in ecstasy as your climax hit you hard, leaving you seeing stars. Your mixed moans, along with Jonathan's, echoed in the room as he also embarrassingly made a mess out of his corduroy khakis, a big stain of cum now seeping through the fabric.
Jonathan got his head out of your skirt and chuckled softly as he saw you were as ruined for him as he was all ruined for you. He brushed the slick of your juices off his beard with the back of his hand and gave you a soft smile while a pink blush colored his cheeks because of his little incident on his pants, something different was different that day, some sparkling in his eyes.
You looked up at him with a stupid, dumb smile, hopeful about what just happened between you both and the deeper meaning of it. You wanted to ask him about what he said to you just seconds ago, his words ringing and repeating inside your head over and over again.
You wanted to speak, but words didn’t come out, getting trapped in your throat as you looked at him dumbfounded, something he mistakenly took as a look of pure ecstasy after taking care of you, lifting his ego more, as if his ego wasn’t inflated enough already.
He chuckled at your lack of words and pinched the side of your cheek before speaking.
“See you next week after class, then? Hm, same time?”
Your head still in a stupid post-orgasm haze and lost in the sweet words he told you, made you nod your head softly to him, without being able to say anything you wanted to tell him, he gave you a soft peck on the lips just before running his hand through his messy curls to arrange them, tucking out his shirt from his pants to hide the mess he made of himself, and picking up his bag to slouch it over his shoulder, trying to look as presentable as he could on the way from the classroom to his car. You wished he would stay and talk to you softly, to talk about your feelings, but instead he was again leaving you alone in the dark classroom with your heart on your sleeve.
You thought you had it all figured out when you saw there was a spark in his eyes; it was different from other encounters you have had with him before, but you couldn’t quite put the words to what it was.
Maybe he was truthful with his words? Or maybe he really didn’t care at all. Either way, you’ve fallen for Jonathan’s sweet, sweet lies.
Again...
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Why don't I know Spanish :(((
Miggy looks so cute tho😍
Feliz día de los muertos!
Today is a day where we celebrate the life of our loved ones and we appreciate and remember the time we had with them.
I wrote something for Miguel, we call it “Calavera” a traditional poem that we do for our loved ones, mocking on the way they get taken by the death.
Esta calavera es para ti Miguelito!
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En el año veinti-noventa y nueve,
la Catrina por fin llegó,
cruzó mundos, cruzó redes,
y a Miguel se llevó.
Miguel O’Hara, tan valiente,
trepador de altos edificios,
con su traje de araña y ciencia,
enfrentaba mil sacrificios.
La calaca lo observaba,
desde el Multiverso sonreía,
“¡Ven acá, Spider del futuro!
¡Te he esperado toda mi vida!”
Miguel luchó, intentó escapar,
con sus garras y agilidad,
pero la muerte no tiene rival,
en su telaraña él fue a parar.
“¡No temas, Miguel querido!
En mi mundo hay paz y calma,
sin villanos ni desastres,
aquí podrás descansar el alma.”
Y así Miguel, el Spider del mañana,
quedó en los huesos, sin más que decir,
pues ni el futuro pudo salvarlo
del destino que todos han de vivir.
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Translation under the cut, sorry if it doesn't rhyme in English, but I swear it does in Spanish!
In the year twenty-ninety-nine,
Catrina finally arrived,
crossed worlds, crossed networks,
and he took Miguel.
Miguel O'Hara, so brave,
tall building climber,
with his spider suit and science,
He faced a thousand sacrifices.
The death watched him,
from the Multiverse she smiled,
“Come here, Spider from the future!
“I have waited for you all my life!”
Miguel fought, tried to escape,
with his claws and agility,
but death has no rival,
He ended up in his web.
“Do not be afraid, dear Miguel!
In my world there is peace and calm,
without villains or disasters,
here you can rest your soul.”
And so Miguel, the Spider of tomorrow,
It remained in the bones, with nothing more to say,
because not even the future could save him
of the destiny that everyone has to live.
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OMG MY LOVE!
He is soooo cute! I wanna bite him!
HAPPY POEVEMBER ANA!
HAPPY POEVEMBER!
It's finally here!
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I promise I will get to all the fics I've been tagged to!
Life happened and disrupted my kinktober plans :(((((
But fret not!
Poevember is here and I shall make life hard for those who wanna join in to NoNuNo😌
Happy Poevember!
#mani rambles#poevember will be good!#there is the orange cat Poe#Poe meeting orange cat poe#BB8 meeting orange cat poe#Horse riding with Earth!Poe#which is a collab with ivy#and much more!!!
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OMG ANA HE IS SO FREAKING CUTE!
I love him😭how dare mushi not love him while you drew his cute paws and sad whiskers like this!🥹
Apoco Taco <3
Yeah... so this happened LMAO
Inspired on @reallyrallyauthor fever fanfiction of Kitty-Cat-Apocalypse, which I think it's one of the most hilarious things that I've ever read in my life /srs.
Shout out to than singular braincell that laughed for like two hours about this and made me draw Apocalypse kitty when I've been on an artist block all week.
And shoutout and a big thanks for the inspo Rally <3 this one is totally for you my friend! <3
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