#Tad Dameron

[lotusbxtch]

The Best Ride in the Galaxy (one-shot)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x f!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 “I… actually did…”

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

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

Tag list (it's here y'all!): @for-a-longlongtime @nerdieforpedro @lu62 @purelyoscar @clemdango04 @survivingandenduring @reggiesfilthylittlesecret @beezusvreeland @alltheglitterandtheroar @campingwiththecharmings @qveerthe0ry @agentjackdaniels @dizthemonster @beezusvreeland @queerponcho and anyone else who was interested!

EDIT:

Oh, you were looking for a part 2 to this one-shot? Well it’s your lucky day — Poe was being a total menace, so indeed there is now a part 2!

[the-little-ewok]

Enraptured (Poe POV)

Poe Dameron X Fem!Reader

Rating : E / 18+

Word count : 2600 (ish)

Warnings : PIV, fingering, semi-public sex, tiny bit of needy!Poe, sprinkles of feral!Poe, reader wears a dress, lack of self confidence, praise kink, cock warming, fluff, brief mentions of F/oral receiving, a tad of possessiveness in a soft way

Summary: Poe litterally can't keep his hands off you during a party (This is Clandestine... but from Poe's POV ;) )

A/N : It's not necessary to have read Clandestine to enjoy this. It's simply the same story from another (slightly more feral) point of view.

He can't stop his foot from bouncing impatiently under the table, trying anything to distract himself from the way you look, bathed in flickering multicolour lights, your dress accentuating every part of you that he loves.

He has so many regrets about agreeing to come tonight. He hates these types of parties as it is, full of stuck-up politicians, only out for their own gain. But this one, this is so much worse because of you. He can't concentrate on anything, and now to top it off he can't even leave the table because, well, in short, everyone would see exactly what you do to him.

He wants to look elsewhere, he wants to distract himself, but he can't. All he can do is stare at you, imagining the way you would look bent over the table, your dress hiked up high, the plush of your ass against his hips as he presses himself deep inside you, making you scream his name.

Damn Jess for helping you pick that dress. He really must remember to thank her the next time he sees her.

"Stop that," you scold him, for probably the thousandth time tonight.

"Stop what?" He grins at you, licking his lips as his eyes flicker up and down your body for absolutely the thousandth time. He really can't help himself anymore.

"Looking at me," you hiss in response, adjusting your dress.

He wishes you didn't fidget the way you do, like his gaze makes you uncomfortable. You don't see how truly beautiful you are — more than anyone, anything, he's ever seen. Your smile, your laugh, your kindness, your good heart, the way you never take any of his bullshit, the way you make his heart beat just as wildly as flying does. Poe knows he's in too deep with you. He's fallen harder than he ever has. He can't stop looking at you because you're all he can see, all he can ever see these days.

But you, beautiful, sexy, sweet, funny, you can't always accept that. And so the fidget only cements that he wants to show you just how much he wants you, right now.

"I'm admiring," he clarifies, refusing to move his gaze, determined to make you see what he sees.

"Well, admire something else," you answer, refusing to look at him.

Poe almost scoffs to himself. Admire something else? Not fucking likely with his cock impatiently throbbing with need.

"I can't," he leans in close to you, his voice a low hiss. He's genuinely surprised you haven't realised why yet, that it hasn't even been a thought to cross your mind. "You have no idea how much I can't."

He has a fleeting thought about grabbing your hand and showing you exactly what you do to him, but honestly, if you touched him now, he'd probably cum in his pants and ruin all the fun he plans to have with you later.

"Poe."

It's only half a warning. He can see it in your eyes — the flicker of desire. He's an expert at reading you, or at least he likes to think he is, and so far he hasn't been wrong. Maybe he can convince you to leave early. One of you could fake an illness, make your excuses, and stumble back to your room. He reckons he could probably make it as far as the lift before he has you pinned against the wall, your leg held up over his hip, fingers gripping your thigh as you tremble for him.

Kriff, he needed to slow down before he blows his load without so much as a brush of your flesh against his.

Taking a breath to steady himself, his eyes flicker over you once more, reading every micro expression. Yeah, you are starting to want this just as much as he needs it. Bedroom, lift, hell even getting to the door out of here is going to be too much trouble. He isn't making it that far.

"Come sit with me. At least let me hold you," he whispers softly, slipping his hand into yours. Your fingers grip his, warm and soft, suspicion in your eyes. But when he tugs, you follow, allowing him to guide you down onto his lap.

Such a good girl for me.

Your gasp as you sit makes his cock twitch, just the soft friction of your movement enough to start shredding whatever little patience he has left.

"I need you," he whispers against your ear. "I need you, now." He brushes his nose up the column of your neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of you, wishing he had time, and enough restraint, to climb under the table and taste you before he cums, but he doesn't.

"Poe, we are in public!"

Maybe you are right. Maybe it's time to stop before he gets too far but fuck, he's too far gone. The delicious little wriggle you do on his lap does absolutely nothing to help.

"I can't wait," he groans, his hips rutting against you of their own accord, desperate for any sort of friction. "Please baby, it's been like this all night. Please. I need to be inside you."

He's begging now and he doesn't care. All he can think about is how desperately he needs to feel you soaking his cock, how desperately he wants to show you the effect you have on him, how desperately he wants you to believe you're worthy of it.

Even in the dim lighting, he catches the little smirk at the corner of your mouth. Perhaps you're just a little proud that you can reduce him to this. You have no true idea what you could reduce him to if you wanted to. If you asked he'd get down on his knees and beg you for just a glance in his direction. There isn't anything he wouldn't do for you.

"I'll be good to you," he promises, catching the hem of your dress and dragging it up, splaying his hands against your soft thighs, inching them up higher. "You know how good I can be to you."

You shiver at the touch of his hands and he wonders if your mind fills with memories like his does — back to all the nights you've spent together, your head tipped back on sweat soaked sheets as he worships at the altar of your body.

"If anyone sees…" your voice trails off with a sigh as he presses his lips against your neck, fighting to keep his hands still while he gives you time to consider your position.

"They won't." He's confident in that. If there's one thing he is, it's observant. He knows everyone is too caught up in their own night to worry about the two of you tucked away in a dark corner. The table just about covers your lap, where your dress is hiked up, his hands drifting closer to your hot core. The music is loud enough that nobody will hear you.

They won't see, but honestly, Poe couldn't give a damn if they do. Let them look, let them watch, let them see you are his.

He moves his mouth down your neck, slowly, invitingly, pausing to suck against your pulse point, marking you as his own, his hands pushing your thighs apart. Your pliancy to his actions only fuels his desire for you. He's proud that you allow this, that you trust him to do this. He's absolutely going to make it worth your while. Well, he's at least going to try and last long enough to make it worth your while.

His fingers finally slip between your thighs and it's like his lungs have suddenly collapsed, all the air rushing out suddenly.

You aren't wearing panties. His fingers brush against bare wet, no not just wet, soaked, flesh.

His plan was to gently tease you, make you admit how much you're enjoying this, how much you want this, but somehow his entire vocabulary is erased by the shock.

"Fuck," is all he manages to punch out as he drags his fingers up over your clit, relishing the way your hips jerk in response. He lets out a low whine against your neck as he ruts into your ass, desperate for release.

He swears he almost cums at the gasp you let out when he slips a finger into you. You're so hot. He has to pause for a moment, calming himself as you take a breath of your own, before he finally draws his finger up and over your clit, and then back down, sinking two fingers into you.

"Shouldn't have let you leave the room," he grumbles as you squirm, each jolt of your hips only drawing his attention to his painfully hard cock.

Why did he decide to listen to you about coming to this party? Why did he decide he could wait? Of all the questionable decisions Poe has made in his life, he's putting the one of agreeing to leave the room before burying himself inside you, at least twice, right at the top. Well, at least for now.

He curls his fingers slowly against your walls, his thumb barely stroking your clit with feather light touches, keeping you just tiptoeing the edge. After all you've put him through tonight, you deserve a little payback.

When your wriggling increases and your chest starts to heave with the effort of biting down your moans of pleasure, he licks a hot stripe up your neck, enjoying the way your breath catches and your body jerks.

"Can I fuck you now?"

He waits with bated breath to see how far you'll let him take this.

He'd never push you further than you wanted, never make you do something you're uncomfortable with. If you say no now then he'll wait, as much as it might drive him to the point of absolute madness. At this point, he might just cum in his pants from looking at you anyway.

"Yes," you breathe out, and then you roll your hips back against him. Poe curses loudly, unceremoniously removing his fingers from you and scrambling to undo his pants, every last bit of patience blasted to pieces. Later he'll apologise about the rush, be embarrassed about it, but right now, he has to have you.

His hands grip your hips, probably a little harder than necessary if he was honest, as you take a breath and sink down onto his cock. Poe's eyes roll back and he has to bite down on your shoulder to muffle the moan of pleasure as your walls flutter hot and tight around him.

He realises too late that`s a mistake, and right as his teeth sink into your flesh, your pussy clenches around him. His hips jolt upwards of their own accord, pressing him deeper into you and listening to your choked moan as he fights not to cum then and there.

"Shit baby, don't do that," he warns, taking a trembling breath. "Not unless you want this over really qui-nghh!"

Of course, you do it again. Of course, he should have expected it. But he didn't, and it takes every last bit of self restraint he has not to pin you down over the table and fuck you so hard you'll still feel it tomorrow.

"Stop," he warns, gritting his teeth, trying to think of anything but the searing heat engulfing his dick. "Don't wanna rush this."

You clench again and he growls a frustrated warning. He wants you to just sit still for a damn minute while he catches his breath before this ends too quickly for both of you. But you seem to have no intentions of letting him do that.

Well if it was going to be that way, two could play that game. He was going to drag this out now. Fuck you slowly, deeply, like he has all the time in the world. Poe's stubbornness was the only thing that could outweigh his desperate desire.

He grinds his hips upwards, pressing deep inside you, pulling you down against him as he does, ensuring you feel all of him. Your whole body reacts, and he can't stop the smirk forming on his lips.

There we go baby, take it all for me.

He adjusts just slightly with each grind of his hips until he finds that one spot that makes you whimper. And then he presses against it, again, and again, and again.

Oh, how he relishes in the shivers of your body, the gasps escaping your lips, the beads of sweat rolling down your neck, the clench of your pussy as he holds you still against his lap, forcing you to accept the pleasure, even though he knows he's holding you on the edge of bliss for longer than you would like.

"Good girl, taking me so well," he praises, his voice low against your ear, trying to stop his own breath from heaving, lest you know you could tip him over the edge with one well placed word. "Letting me have you here, where anyone can see us."

The bite of your nails digging into his arms only spurns him on, making his cock throb inside you. He wonders if the marks will still be there tomorrow, something he can admire, something that marks him as yours.

"Driving me crazy in this dress. Lookin' like the hottest fucking thing. Fuck baby, you're so good to me, letting me do this." He knows he's rambling now, but his mouth, as it so often does, is going before his thoughts are connecting. All he can think about is how good you feel, your body pressed against him, anchored by his arms around your waist, your pussy gripping his aching cock as you take all he's willing to give you.

You're so close, he can feel it. Your body is stiff, your nails digging in painfully now, your head leant back against his shoulder, chest heaving, pussy fluttering, whimpering with each slow torturous grind of his hips.

His own climax creeps up far quicker than he's expecting and suddenly he desperately needs to let go. Scrambling to pull your dress up out of the way he presses his fingers against your clit, drawing quick tight circles as you gasp.

He needs you to fall first. He needs to feel what he does to you.

"Cum for me. Cum now," he demands.

Your back arches, your breath catching as you let go of his arms to grip the table, your pussy clenching and fluttering as your climax hits. It's too much and Poe finally lets himself go, burying his moan of satisfaction into your neck, his fingers moving to grip your thighs as you writhe on his lap. He continues to roll his hips slowly, milking every last bit of your climax, savouring each little shiver and whimper until you collapse back against him, boneless.

Even though everything seems hazy around the edges in the post orgasmic bliss, he notices the way your head turns just slightly, checking if anyone has noticed what has transpired.

"Told you nobody would see," he smiles, nuzzling your neck, enjoying the closeness of your body.

"You're lucky," you turn your head to kiss him and his heart jumps. How could there have ever been a time when you thought he wouldn't want you? How could there have been a time you didn't realise he spent every night, cock in hand, thinking about you. How could you not realise he was hopelessly, utterly in love with you?

"I am very lucky," he nods, wishing he could form better words to explain just how lucky he feels. But you're sitting there looking so prettily dishevelled, sweat still drying on your skin, your nail marks in his arms, and he can't think of anything but how much he wants to drag those noises from you again.

"Thanks for helping me take care of that problem." He grins, his hands moving to brush his fingers against the inside of your thighs, slowly inching upwards to where he's still buried deep inside you. "I'll repay the favour later tonight…" he pauses, wondering if you can go again already. "Or now?"

You let out the prettiest noise as his hands creep higher, placing a solitary kiss on your neck. Poe decided that means you need a minute, but he has no intentions of making it an easy minute.

He bites down a groan as his fingers are met with slick wetness, almost halfway down your thighs. Judging by how wet you are, and a small shift of his legs confirms his suspicions as his pants stick to his own skin, there's no way he's moving any time soon anyway.

"I'm sorry baby, but it seems you might have made quite the mess. You're soaked everywhere."

He's about as un-sorry as he can get, his mind already filled with how many more times he can get you to cum before the party is over. How much can you take before it's too much? How many times can he make you whimper? How many times can he make you soak his lap?

You could be stuck here for hours yet, right where you are. The thought makes his cock twitch.

His arms wrap tight around your waist, ensuring you aren't going anywhere anytime soon. He feels you shiver in anticipation as his lips ghost the shell of your ear, a wicked grin forming on his lips.

"I guess you'll just have to sit right there until the party's over."

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[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

Yavin-4 Boy - Poe Dameron

A/N: I've been bopping to London Boy lately (always?) and have been itching to write, AND just recently rewatched the entire SW saga, so behold, this creation. Hopefully you'll see me more regularly, but we all know how that goes.

TS Prompt #3: London Boy

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader Word Count: 1.9k Synopsis: Poe begins to wonder if life on Yavin-4 is enough for you.

When the alarm goes off before the sun has even risen, you let out a groan of annoyance. Not that the alarm should surprise you. Since moving in with Poe after the defeat of the First Order, this had become routine for the two of you.

Where you are all grumbles and large stretches, Poe is up at the first chime of the alarm. He leans over to wrap a strong arm around you, and like always, you try to coax him to stay in bed for a while longer. Only occasionally do your temptations work.

This morning is not one of those mornings.

After kissing you at least twelve times, Poe reluctantly pulls from your embrace and heads toward the kitchen. He shuts the door behind him, knowing full well that you will fall back asleep.

Because that, too, has become habit for the two of you.

When Poe rises early, the first thing he does is start up a pot of your favorite tea from Naboo. By the time the scent drifts to your bedroom, the intoxicating smell is enough to coax you out of the sheets.

There is a mug steaming on the counter when you step into the kitchen. You take a healthy sip, feeling the warmth travel to your stomach. You hum happily and hear Poe laugh.

"I don't know how you make this so much better than me," you say as he passes behind you, smacking your ass.

"I've had lots of practice. You might be better at it if you ever made it," he teases with a grin.

"Hey, I make it in the afternoons, sometimes. You've just got the morning tea shift."

"A position I happily accept," he says as he kisses your forehead.

"When do you have to head out?" you ask quietly.

"Half an hour."

"Will you be back in time for drinks at Finn's?"

"I'll be sure to. Wouldn't want to miss the Frantxis beer."

"Well of course," you say with a laugh, wrapping an arm around his waist, "Who would ever want to miss Frantxis beer?"

"A fool."

"Precisely my thought." Your humor dims for a moment. "Be careful?" you say quietly.

"Always," he says, his dark eyes locked with yours. With a hand on his cheek, you pull him in for a kiss that lasts much too long. For this, too, has become part of your every day life.

You fell in love with a man with a strong work ethic, something he learned from his parents, from his years spent working on their farm. Even though the fight with the First Order has officially ended, Poe's loyalty to the Resistance hasn't.

When there was a former First Order base that needed to be destroyed, or a former convoy that needed breaking apart, Poe was the first to volunteer.

And he knows the strain it puts on you. He knows the anxiety that comes over you when he leaves. But it's a integral part of him, one that he cannot fight, even if he tried.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

The mission this time around is a simple one. Chances of running into any severe danger are low.

Poe arrives to Coruscant to speak to the Senate. They have been asking for a member of the former Resistance, and now the Reformed Republic, to address the Senate.

Peace was tentative, it always was. With his speech to the Senate, they hoped to work it into their propaganda, to let former First Order controlled planets know that it was safe to go back to the freedom they had known before.

Poe enjoyed the change of pace, but when he finds himself done for the day in the early afternoon, he faces a choice. He can return home to you early, albeit empty-handed. Or he can return home a tad later, and bring you an elaborate gift.

Poe was under no impression that life on Yavin-4 was easy. When he wasn't taking off with the Republic, he was helping his Dad on their farm. And on the days he was off-planet, you were there helping.

You had grown up in a life of luxury: fancy dresses, decadent food, elaborate parties every night. None of which, Yavin-4 was in excessive possession of.

After the reformation, after your marriage, Poe had asked where you wanted to live.

"With you," you had said plainly. Poe began to laugh and explain himself, but you cut him off. "I know what you meant, and my answer remains the same. Wherever you are."

So you had settled onto Yavin-4, and left behind the life you knew before.

Poe has one of the million cruisers of Coruscant fly him to a nearby shop. When he steps inside, he doesn't even know where to start. The surrounding walls are stuffed with elaborate outfits, arranged by color, all different kinds of fabric ready to swallow the shop whole. On the tables filling up the sales floor, are shoes, bags, and jewels on top of jewels.

He isn't sure where to start.

His attention first clings to the dresses coating the walls. It's been so long since he's seen you in something ridiculously fancy. He touches a soft purple dress that looks and feels like it's made of water, but when he thinks about you wearing it, in the damp forest that is Yavin-4, he laughs.

There is a reason you don't wear all the gorgeous gowns that fill an entire closet of your home. Your wardrobe these days consist of the same utilitarian type of stuff the rest of the planet wears.

Poe wanders over towards the shoes, but again, can't imagine you wearing them instead of your battered work boots.

The tables full of jewels beckon to him next, and they are overwhelming to say the least. The only piece of jewelry that Poe consistently sees you wear is the wedding ring he gave to you a year back.

A necklace catches his eye just when he's about to give up. It's a small pendant on a gold chain. The pendant itself is a black circle, and at it's heart is your home planet of Naboo. Poe knows before he's even touched it that this is the perfect gift for you. He knows that Yavin-4 is completely different from your home, but if you have a piece of it with you--

"Anything I can help with?" the sales representative asks, interrupting his train of thought.

You are pulling on a black sweater when you hear the X-Wing land in the yard. You glance at the clock in surprise. You weren't expecting him for at least another hour. You finish fussing with your hair and walk into the living room just as BB-8 and Poe enter.

"Hey," you say, hugging Poe. His embrace of you is tight. "Did something happen?"

"What? No, I just missed you," he says, before kissing you.

"How'd it go today?"

"Politics is never really my thing," he says. A non-answer.

"Do you want a drink?" you asked, already walking towards the kitchen. There is something different about his demeanor, and you fear there is something he isn't telling you.

When you hand the glass to him, he sighs before taking a drink. He must feel you studying him closely, because he looks up at you with a laugh.

"What?" he asks.

"You tell me."

"I just missed you," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I missed you, too," you say, and kiss him again. When you break apart, it's his turn to study you closely. You wait a moment, hoping he'll tell you what's gone wrong, when he says the last thing you ever expected him to.

"You're happy, aren't you?"

"What?" you ask in disbelief.

"You're happy?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"

"You don't miss all the fuss of life in Naboo, or crave the hustle of Coruscant?"

"What happened today?" you ask.

"I was just reminded of what you've given up, to live here with me."

"I haven't given anything up--" you begin, but Poe cuts you off as he paces towards the living room.

"Come on, this place is nothing like Naboo. The dense trees, the farms, we're miles away from any civilization," he says, running a hand through his hair.

"You said you only needed to be with me, but after seeing all that you're missing, all the nice things that you can't have here, I . . ."

"Poe," you say, walking towards him. He is shaking slightly as you put your hands on his arms. "I love Yavin-4."

"I know--"

"Let me finish, please. I love Yavin-4. I love that we get up at the crack of dawn every morning. I love how quiet it is here. I love going to your Dad's and drinking his insanely strong moonshine.

"I love farming with the both of you. I love that we have to travel so far to get our food, and that it tastes better than anything we could ever get in a city like Coruscant.

"I love that it's almost always just the two of us. I love this cabin, how we can have sex as loud as we want, because there's no one to hear for miles." He lets out a breath of laugh at that.

"I love that I had to learn all 53 rules of Primagge, and that when we play, I usually end up throwing the cards. I love that when I go into town, I usually end up hearing stories about you.

"I love that our friends come to visit, and that we have room for them. I love that you are teaching me to fly, and that BB-8 sits at the dinner table with us most nights.

"But mostly, I love you. And you are who you are because of Yavin-4. You are Yavin-4 through and through, and I wouldn't change a single thing. Believe me, if I wanted to put on one of those gowns, I would, and I would show this forest style like it has never seen. But I don't need those things anymore. I'm just happy here with you."

Poe takes a moment before he replies. Well, before he takes you in his arms and kisses you dramatically. You are both laughing as he tips you a little, but when he rights you, there are tears in his eyes.

"I love you so much, and am so incredibly lucky."

"You are," you say simply. He walks over towards the leather jacket he threw on the couch.

"So," he says, "Given all that you just said, this might seem like a stupid gift, but I saw this when I was on Coruscant, and I couldn't help myself."

He brings over a jewelry box and when you open it, you find a pendant, with Naboo emblazoned on it. It takes your breath away for a moment, and you see Poe smile.

"I figured you should have it, so even if we stay on Yavin-4 forever--"

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you interrupt, making him laugh.

"So even if we stay here forever, you'll still have a piece of home with you."

"Now who's the lucky one," you say quietly. "I love it."

"Here," he says, taking the necklace. You turn and he clasps the necklace close around your neck. He spins you back around and examines it. "Beautiful."

"It is."

"Not who I meant."

He pulls you into his arms, kissing you deeply. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him close. Even the taste of him is home. You wouldn't change a single thing about the life the two of you live, the life you fought so hard for.

"You are my home, Poe."

"And you're mine."

[eyelessfaces]

(here, have this disjointed thot that's been sitting in my google docs for several months lol 😆)

thinking about general dameron with a beard (like leto’s beard, but maybe a tad shorter). the way it’d feel against your lips and cheeks as he kisses you, the way it’d feel between your thighs as he tasted you, the way it’d feel as he buried his face in your neck as he fucked you. the scratchy, yet soft, hair giving you goosebumps as he drags his mouth over your skin. maybe it tickles at first, then burns a little the longer it scratches/rubs. maybe when he starts to grow it out, it’s just because he doesn’t have time to shave, but when he’s home with you in your tiny little apartment on coruscant, and you’re running your fingers over his chin and telling him how much you love the scruff, he decides to grow it out. and as it comes in, you tell him how distinguished it makes him look, how authoritative, and before long, he realizes it turns you on and he teases you, dragging his cheek or his chin over your bare shoulder or your neck when he’s close to you, or nuzzling against you before/after kisses. the first time he goes down on you with the beard, he makes you come so hard you almost pass out. after that, he wants to do it all the time; he’s always loved making you come with his mouth, but he seems to love it even more with the beard. the way you squirm, the way he has to practically hold you down, the sweet little whines and whimpers that fall from your lips 🫠🫠🫠

I had to go for a walk after reading this wtf😭

yeaH I wouldn't be able to act normal..................

[bluebellhairpin]

Hey! It’s me again (your new fan of smth, anyway). I really enjoy your small posts and saw the one abt chatty mood so.

I see so many fandoms on your page. Do you maybe have a list of your personal loved characters, like your all time favourites?

If you don't wanna answer it's fine, I don’t want to burden you anyhow. I just felt like getting to know a writer that I like and who is a tad bit more active.

idk if you're prepared for the can of worms you've just opened, but considering you asked, I'll try not to hold back. I've got my top 5, plus a few honorable mentions - just for you <3

HONERABLE MENTIONS;

Levi Ackerman (Attack on Titan) - I had such a phase for a while (one that lasted about 25 fic oneshots). As with most, he was the reason I got into aot in the first place. The rest is history.

Poe Dameron (Star Wars) - Again, huge phase (14 fics long this time). What can I say, I really liked that spunky pilot.

Thorin Oakenshield (The Hobbit) - Proud owner of my longest fic series (both in word count length, and how long it's taken to write - I started it in hish school, and I've been out of school for four years now. smh.)

Kenny Ackerman (Attack on Titan) - Like nephew, like uncle. I just think he's sexy.

Number 5 spot is held by our one and only BMI hero - Taishiro Toyomitsu! (My Hero Academia) (art by @/fittsythesnail)

I just think he's neat LOL. He's so soft, and he makes me so happy - tbh he's such an underrated fave of mine. He'd make sure I was always well fed, not just full but full of good food - something I often lack. He's very loverboy coded to me <3

Number 4 spot is taken by - Ser Harwin Strong! (House of the Dragon) (art by me)

Harwin is running in circles in my mind right now. He's the only selfship I've got with such an intense storyline. idk if it's something you can get behind, but hey if not you might be by the time I'm finally able to write anything for him.

Number three is our commander - Erwin Smith! (Attack on Titan) (art by @/veggiebr0th + @/54prowl)

Erwin is probably the character that's truly stood on this list the longest. And hardest. I love him a lot. Probably too much. I definitely find writing for him fun, especially when it comes to darker, grittier themes.

The newest character on this list takes out spot Number 2, no doubt aided by how fresh the love is - Kyojuro Rengoku! (Demon Slayer) (art by @/fittsythesnail)

What can I say. He set my hear ablaze.

And our last spot, Number 1, is taken by the one and only - Arthur Morgan! (Red Dead Redemption 2)

I just love him so so so much. So much that I can never sit down and write anything I'm happy enough with to publish. I hate how I can't write anything for him, because that mean's I can't really enter the community - ik it's not the only way, but it's the way I know best. WHICH THEN MEANS I can't really make mutuals to talk to. ABOUT HIM. Honestly that might not be a bad thing, because I probably wouldn't shut up.

[campingwiththecharmings]

Happy Accidents

AN: No one asked me for this but here it is all the same lol

(Un-beta'd)

Prompt: You were waving at your friend behind me but I got confused and waved back at you and now I’m dying of embarrassment but you think it’s cute. x

Rated: T (for some mild cursing) Words: 1,636 Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Warnings: awkwardness, cursing, over-use of the word 'kriffing' for some reason, possibly terrible writing. AO3

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It’s early. Early enough that the hangar bay is mostly deserted. That’s fine with you, though; less people means less distractions.

You’d joined the Resistance a few months ago and were still a mechanic-in-training. Master mechanic Nicorile Crisbay had graciously taken you under his wing and you were so grateful. He was older, and a little rough around the edges, but he recognized your potential and was (mostly) patient with you. He was the reason you were here so early. About a week ago, Crisbay had given you a project, a project he expected you to complete in addition to your daily tasks and lessons. You’re struggling, but you don’t want to disappoint him, so here you are up before the sun trying to rebuild the engine of an old starfighter.

You mutter a curse as your hand slips, your wrench clattering to the ground as it falls from your hand. Sighing in frustration, you hang your head, allowing yourself a couple of seconds of self-pity, before bending over and snatching it from the ground. You toss it onto the workbench behind you, plopping down on the stool beside it with a groan. 

You’re exhausted and the sun’s not even up yet.

Rubbing your eyes with the heels of your hands, you sigh, searching the workbench for your canteen. When you spot it, you grab it and twist off the cap. As you bring the container to your lips, you allow your gaze to sweep the room, giving your brain a much-needed break. The hangar has more people milling around than it did an hour ago, but it’s far from bustling– there are a few other mechanics working on ships and droids, as well as a couple of pilots, the harsh orange of their flight suits brighter beneath the glaring hangar lights. Your eyes are drawn to one pilot in particular: Poe Dameron, the best pilot in the Resistance. You might be new, but you’ve been here long enough to know who he is. You haven’t exactly met just yet (though you swear he made eye contact with you in the hall one time), but you hope you will one day. 

You watch as he walks across the hangar, his adorable droid rolling along beside him. You take another mouthful of water from your canteen, eyes still following him, as he continues his trek. He stops to briefly look at the ship parked a few spots away from your workbench. After a moment, he turns away, looking around as if searching for someone. You should really get back on task, you think. Crisbay will be in soon and you had hoped to have made a little more progress by then. As this thought crosses your mind, Poe turns back around, gazing in your direction. You look away quickly, replacing the canteen’s lid, and pray he didn’t catch you staring blankly at him (and when his back was to you no less). 

Setting down your canteen, you rise from your place on the stool and reclaim your tools from the workbench. As you make your way back over to the old starfighter, you sense movement out of the corner of your eye and absently glance over…only to see that Poe Dameron is waving at you.

You stop in your tracks, eyes widening a little in shock because you seriously have no idea what to do here. Your brain is screaming at you to do something though, because if this happens to be your first interaction with Poe kriffing Dameron, you’d rather he not think you’re rude. So you wave back, albeit a tad awkwardly because, hey, you’re a little confused.

Poe stops mid-wave and cocks his head a little, a smile stretching slowly across his face as he looks at you, and you stop, your stomach dropping. Slowly, you turn and see Snap Wexley, Poe’s friend and member of his squadron, almost directly behind you and you die a little inside; clearly, he was waving at Snap, not you (shit).  

Mortified, you turn your attention back to the engine you were working on, mentally kicking yourself and thinking about how stupid one of the biggest Resistance heroes now thinks you are. You force yourself not to look in his direction again, instead deciding to dive head-first into your work.

Crisbay arrives promptly at 0700 and seems at least mildly impressed with your progress. Your relief is short-lived, however, as he then proceeds to teach you so many new things, your head is spinning by lunch. He seems to sense this, however, and graciously grants you an extra long break. You decide to return to your quarters for a quick nap, exhausted from your early morning. After setting your alarm, you fall onto your bed, sleep taking you the second your head hits the pillow.

You start when your alarm goes off about an hour later, sitting up abruptly as the blaring noise pulls you from sleep. You groan in annoyance, flopping back down onto your bed with a huff. After a moment, you turn, moving to shut off the alarm still going off beside you. As you move to sit on the side of your bed, you stretch, scrubbing a hand over your face. Your stomach growls loudly after a moment and it’s then that you realize you’re starving, having forgone breakfast that morning in favor of more time in the hangar. With a sigh, you stand, stretching once more as you glance at the clock. You still have enough time to stop by the mess hall before you have to be back so you rise, stretch, and head out into the hallway 

On your way, you pass people who work all over the base; some you know, some you don't. You nod at anyone that happens to make eye contact with you, returning smiles here and there. As you get closer, the bright orange of a flight suit catches your eye by the entrance to the mess hall and your step falters, your heart stuttering in your chest when you realize who it belongs to.

Poe kriffing Dameron.

Sirens are blaring in your head as you slow your gait, your brain screaming ‘Mayday, mayday! Abort, abort!’ and you wonder fruitlessly if it’s too late to turn around—

But then suddenly he's heading toward you and the last thing you need is for him to catch you staring for a second time. So you panic, looking at the wall beside you with far too much interest as you continue slowly down the hall, praying to the Maker that he doesn't notice you.

You’re not far from the mess hall now, and you’re pretty sure he's passed you, so you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. As you turn your attention ahead, you chuckle at yourself for making such a big deal out of nothing, only to look up and lock eyes with him—Poe Dameron is standing right next to the mess hall door, an amused smile on his lips as his warm gaze holds yours. 

Immediately you stop in your tracks, frantically praying that the ground will split open and swallow you whole. 

Regrettably, it doesn’t.

“Hi,” he says, smiling as he directs a little wave at you.

Your face burns with embarrassment as you continue to wordlessly stare at him like a deer in the headlights. His stupidly gorgeous smile widens a little, presumably at your reaction, and you idly wonder how far the cliffside is because you’re considering flinging yourself off the edge.

“I don’t think we’ve met,” he continues, taking a step toward you, “I’m Poe.”

When you finally manage to shake some sense into yourself, he’s directly in front of you. 

You nod, awkwardly waving back. “I know. I mean—” 

Wow, you’re really batting a thousand today, aren't you?

You grimace, mentally kicking yourself for the umpteenth time that day, when you see an outstretched hand enter your field of vision. You follow the arm attached to it back up to (who else) Poe and his annoyingly handsome face. He raises his eyebrows at you as if waiting for you to say something, but when you don’t, he wiggles the fingers on his outstretched hand a little. 

“And you are?” 

At this point, you’re wishing you were in space so you could throw yourself out an airlock, but instead you’re here embarrassing yourself.

You smile awkwardly and take his hand; it’s warm, solid, and oddly comforting, despite everything. You finally tell him your name and he repeats it softly, his warm brown eyes roving your face as if to commit it to memory. 

“Great to meet you,” he says softly, smiling as he lets go of your hand.

“Likewise,” you agree, flushing when you notice that his attention is still fixed on you.

He seems to realize he’s staring and looks away, the tips of his ears reddening as he clears his throat. 

“You heading inside?” he asks, gesturing toward the mess hall door a little awkwardly. 

You nod, shooting him a small smile, grateful for the change in subject. He glances away briefly as if nervous before meeting your eyes again. 

“I, uh, was about to head in there too. You want some company?” 

You blink at him in confusion as you could’ve sworn he was heading away from the mess hall when you’d walked up, but you must’ve been mistaken; it’s not like Poe Dameron would make up an excuse to have a meal with you, right? 

You smile again and nod. “That’d be great.” 

He smiles at you again and you swear to the Maker that it’s like the sun and—shit, you think, you might be developing a little bit of a crush on Poe kriffing Dameron (and he might just be developing one on you too).

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[virtie333]

Day 26 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Contentment

Summary: Rey and Poe have a little fun AFTER the party...

Warnings: There be smut ahead!

Those of you who know me know that I tend to be more into Rey (i.e. me) being submissive during sex, but I thought I would switch things up just a tad. Like me, I think Rey would need some liquid courage the first time!

AO3

It had been a busy day, but a good one.

It was Rey and Poe’s second Life Day together, although they hadn’t been a couple the previous year, so really it was their first. They had joined their friends at the local tavern for a big traditional dinner and then they had spent most of the evening talking and laughing and catching up with each other as alcohol flowed freely. Most in the group didn’t live on Yavin IV permanently, but because both Poe and Rey had settled there after the war, they visited frequently.

It had been fairly late when the group had finally dispersed, with the non-residents heading either back to their ships or to the local hostel, Finn heading back to his little house at the edge of town with Rose on his arm, and Rey and Poe jumping in the speeder to head back to the Dameron homestead, where they had built a cabin for themselves just down from Kes’ house. Poe had BB8 drive the speeder because he knew both he and Rey had imbibed a bit too much Merezane Gold and were tired. Once home, however, they both determined that neither were ready for bed.

Or at least not ready for sleep.

Making love while drunk was a new experience for Rey, but she trusted Poe enough to know he would take care of her, inebriated or not. There was a lot more fumbling and a lot more laughter, but once they were naked and safely situated on the bed, they were able to focus a bit better. The longer they touched, the more they whispered first sweet talk and then dirty talk to each other. Poe began to challenge Rey, daring her to use her natural strength to make him do what she wanted. She, in turn, threatened to use the Force to pin him down, something she never would have said if not for the alcohol.

“You’d never,” he told her firmly, his eyes unafraid.

“How do you know?”

“Because that’s not who you are.”

She had stared at him for a long moment, knowing he was right, but then used that brief distraction to flip him over onto his back, straddling him while pulling his arms up above his head, holding his wrists down firmly. If he had truly struggled, she would have let him go, but he didn’t. Instead, the look on his face was approving. Since they had become lovers, Rey had always let Poe take the lead, acceding to his experience and her natural desire to please. But tonight, with her inhibitions almost non-existent, Rey was ready to dominate.

She had taken his fully aroused cock in hand and impaled herself on it while still keeping one hand on his wrists. Once firmly seated, she started rocking her hips, not just back and forth, but in circles, loving the feel of him, thick and solid, inside her.

“That’s it, baby,” Poe had encouraged, offering just a bit of resistance, making her reach back up with her free hand to keep his hands pinned down above his head. Stretching up that way caused her breasts to come near his face. He purposefully breathed on them as he continued to goad her. “That’s it. Take you pleasure from me. You fill up that tight little cunt with my cock. Stuff it full. Shove it in there as hard as you can take it,” he growled.

“Oh, Kriff, Poe!” she had shouted. “Make me come!” She let go of his wrists and sat up, placing her hands on his chest, riding him hard now. He responded by grabbing her hips, sliding his hands around to squeeze her ass. “Please, I want to come!”

“Then come, baby. Come for me!”

Rey did, feeling her whole body convulse as her back bowed and her thighs tightened around his hips. She arched her head back, mouth open on a silent scream. She felt Poe’s release just as she was coming down from her high. She opened her eyes and looked at him, smiling. “That’s it, baby,” she whispered, echoing his earlier pet name. “Come for me.”

After they had both cleaned up, they had cuddled together under the blankets. Though Yavin IV rarely got cold, it was a cool enough night for the covers to be comfortable. Rey had never felt so satisfied. Whether it was the fun, busy day behind her, the after effects of the alcohol, or the great sex, she wasn’t sure. Maybe all of the above?

Or maybe it was simply because she had enjoyed all of the above with the man she loved. No one but Poe had ever made her feel this content, and she would never take that, or him, for granted.

[whatthefishh]

hi! ive been following u for a bit as im a new oscar fan but i love ur content!! Happy 1k! I was wondering if i could get a ship 🌹

I’m 5’3 with dark brown hair and glasses. Im a total introvert lol. Im studying to be a forensic science student atm and im a big gamer lol. I tend to fixate hard on certain things when i get really interested in. I’m not the best at making friends because i like to keep to myself. I have some trust issues that im working on but u know. thats how it be sometimes. I’m also a huge nerd. I got to comic cons and cosplay too. Anyways Thank you and congrats again!

Hello!

Thank you so much, dearest, that means a lot!

I ship you with: Poe Dameron🩷

Our favourite flyboy would think you’re so cool and smart for being a woman in STEM. He would find your introverted tendencies to be endearing, the way you study by yourself being a dead giveaway not to disturb you. So what does Poe do? Disturbs you while you’re studying.

He’d approach you like a hyperactive child approaching a wary cat, holding out a peace offering cup of coffee before sitting across from you and shining his winning smile at you, curiously asking what you’re reading. And when you tell him, possibly going into just a tad too much detail, he listens closely and asks follow up questions, slowly coaxing you out of your shell and before you know it you’re laughing with him about something he said, feeling more at ease than you’ve ever felt with anyone so quickly after meeting them.

When Poe finds out you’re going to comic con and that you were afraid to tell him in case he thought that was too dorky, he rubs the back of his neck while explaining that he too bought tickets, planning his outfit with his best friends and that he wanted to ask you to come with them. No pressure of course but he can’t wait for them to meet you since he never shut up about you. He’s definitely asked you to join in on his games with them before.

Poe thinks you’re the perfect combination of smart and cute, plus you’re shorter than him so our short king loves feeling a bit taller than his girl 🥰

Hope you like 😘

[ao3feed--reylo]

To Take a Wife

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/5DAq6R3

by Hormonal_Trashbag

“The Resistance would never trust you enough to agree to negotiations,” she told him after a few minutes.

“It is fortunate, then, that I have no intention of negotiating with anyone. I will graciously offer up their General, and the Resistance will return my wife in exchange. There are no other options.”

Well, he could also kill them all and take his wife from the top of a hill of corpses…but that hardly needed being said. Besides, he was fairly certain that option wouldn’t endear him to his runaway bride. For this to be clean, he needed a fair exchange to occur.

He could see her starting to panic, her eyes darting around the corners of the small, stark room as she searched for an answer. She knew as well as Kylo did that the Resistance would do a lot to get Leia Organa back. Even sacrifice one of their own.

“Who…?” she asked at last, “Who is your wife?”

Words: 4414, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Rey (Star Wars), Leia Organa, Finn (Star Wars), Chewbacca (Star Wars), Knights of Ren, Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Beaumont Kin, Armitage Hux, Dopheld Mitaka

Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren, Kylo Ren/Rey

Additional Tags: is Kylo a reliable narrator? doubtful, the dove is on life support, emotional manipulation but he doesn't see it that way, The Resistance is Not Nice (Star Wars), Kylo might be a tad delusional, shifting into HUSBAND MODE, not very understanding but still gentle and tall, Force Bond (Star Wars), The Force, Canon Universe, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Empress Rey (Star Wars), She doesn't have much choice, Canon-Typical Violence, prisoner exchange, Dubious Consent, She gives consent to sex but not to circumstances, Smut, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Armitage: "One moment, General! Should we move a couple of steps further to be on international territory for the brawl?"

Poe: "What?"

Armitage: "That's the kind of thing a Supreme Leader has to consider. I cannot just beat you up anymore whenever I feel like it."

Poe: "You never could!"

Armitage: "Just because we never fought hand to hand during the war doesn't mean I didn't ran simulations on the outcome."

Poe: "Nerd!" (pause) "Now I don't feel like fighting anymore..."

Armitage: "Good. And now listen. When I was ten years old, my father had a guest. He told the man that I was useless at pretty much everything, but when he did that, he didn't look him into the eyes. Instead he looked straight down on me, standing as close as we're standing right now. So, tell me, what has Sergeant Dameron ever done to hurt you?"

Poe: ...

Armitage: "If you can't do it for his sake, try to mend things with your father for me, you hero, you."

Kes: "Boys...?"

Armitage: "Your son, Sergeant Dameron, undamaged, with best regards from the First Order."

Poe: "Let go off me!"

Kes: "I take it, Hux, you are a tad bit older than my son?"

Armitage: "Er... yes? Why?"

Kes: "Where were you all his childhood..."

Poe: "Hey! Not funny!"

Kes: "No, for real. Yavin IV was such a small colony, and you were one of the oldest kids there. You never ran into a wall you couldn't jump over or break down, kids-wise. The others were looking up to you, following you, but you in turn had nobody to turn to for experience. That didn't do you any good."

Poe: "Not. Funny."

Armitage: "But it is funny! Because I was one of the youngest of the imperial scions. Youngest General in the First Order, too."

Poe: "Well, my Finn is the youngest General EVER."

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10 Great Jazz Saxophone (Alto Sax) Players

10 Great Jazz Saxophone (Alto Sax) Players

Charlie Parker A.K.A “The Bird” Let’s get the obvious out of the way first since this list could not be possible without him. I’m talking about Charlie Parker, of course. As far as the saxophone goes and lots of other instruments for that matter, the Bird is the father of bebop. The innovator, the creator, the instigator. He is without a doubt one of the great musical geniuses of the 20th century so far ahead of his time if he were alive today his playing would still sound contemporary. It’s ironic that many musicians that came after him were accused of being Charlie Parker clones, when in reality, Bird’s playing is still unmatched. As far as I know, this is the only existing live performance video of Bird playing. They are playing the Tad Dameron composition “Hot House” which is a contrafact, a bebop melody over the chord changes to the Cole Porter tune “What is this Thing Called Love.”

The technique is ridiculous. Check out the efficiency of finger movement and how rounded his fingers are. When he plays the palm keys none of the other fingers move. He’s playing on his King Super 20 alto which is now on display at that the Smithsonian Museum of Black American Culture. Notice he plays the middle D with the Eb palm key there to get a particular sound. This might make certain passages easier for those of you playing Charlie Parker transcriptions from the omnibook. So for me that is a short yet perfect solo. I just wish we had more video of him playing live since there is so much to be learned from watching the masters. Sonny Stitt From 1956-1966, I count 68 albums released by Stitt mostly as a leader. There are dozens of others outside that 10 year period. It’s just a phenomenal amount of recordings and they are all killer. For me if I put on a Sonny Stitt track, it leads down a rabbit hole of binge listening that can last for weeks So while Sonny Stitt had been criticized for mimicking bird I think that is unwarranted. First of all he clearly developed his own unique sound and style albeit inspired by Bird. But as the great Bob Mover once said to me, “if you don’t have a little bit of Bird in your playing you’re doing it wrong.” Check out this live recording of Loverman from I think 1965. Again notice the impeccable finger technique, and how much mouthpiece he takes in. That’s one of his classic diminished scale licks. Looks like he’s playing on a Selmer Mark VI with an otto link super tone master mouthpiece. Julian Cannonball Adderley Cannonball is off in a different direction. There is still the link to Charlie Parker’s bebop language but he’s got a very distinctive sound with a lot of edge in it. He played on a NY Meyer and a King Super 20 alto saxophone. Notice the heavy swing feel with his eighth notes and the very soulful style, which would eventually develop into what would be called soul jazz. Still very firmly rooted in bebop. Check out his embouchure. That’s why of love these videos. you can see he’s got his bottom lip rolled in quite a bit. Also he doesn’t take as much mouthpiece in his mouth. One of the all time great saxophone players in any style. I could listen to Cannonball all day long. You should check out his work with Miles Davis and his solo albums Johnny Hodges Known for his singing expressive tone, large bends, and wide vibrato – Johnny Hodges played lead alto with the Duke Ellington orchestra for almost his entire career from 1928 until 1970 (Except for a few years when he went solo). Ellington wrote many compositions and arrangements that featured Hodges unique alto sound as a soloist. Like this version of “I’ve Got it Bad.” He get’s that long bend, by slowly opening the E palm key. He’s playing on his Buescher Top Hat and Cane model alto here and what looks like a Berg Larson mouthpiece to me. I love watching these videos. Benny Carter Benny Carter was a contemporary of Johnny Hodges and while there were some similarities in their playing style, I can broadly generalize by saying Carter was more of a technical improvisor, where Hodges was more of an emotional one. Benny Carter was a prolific composer and arranger who also played the trumpet. Here he’s playing over the standard Indiana which are key changes for Charlie Parker’s Contrafact “Donna Lee.” Jackie McClean Jackie McClean is one of the most important alto saxophone players in the history of jazz. His career spanned 5 decades of prolific recording and performing as not only a leader, but also as a sideman on some of the most iconic jazz records with many of the giants of the art form. He is considered an early pioneer of what is called hard-bop. Bebop evolved into 2 distinct directions in the mid 50’s – hard bop and cool jazz. While cool jazz had more of a western classical music influence, hard-bop was very much black American music. Unfortunately I couldn’t find an older video of Jackie performing live, but here is one from 1988 with is son on tenor. While Jackie Mclean was very firmly rooted in the bebop tradition, he later developed his playing into a more avant garde style. In this solo he is playing a lot of tensions like whole tone scale patterns and then masterfully resolving them to typical blues language. Lee Konitz Lee Konitz is another highly influential and prolific saxophonist who’s career spanned seven decades. He’s one of the few to have developed a truly unique improvisational style. Here he is playing another contrafact called “Half Nelson” which is based on the chord changes to “Lady Bird.” Konitz was best known for his cool jazz recordings, he was on the iconic Birth of the Cool album that featured Miles Davis in 1949. While many jazz improvisors have their own vocabulary that gets reused a lot, when you listen to Konitz it always sounds like something new and truly improvised. Paul Desmond Best known for his composition “Take 5,” recorded with the Dave Brubek quartet, Paul Desmond’s alto sound is characteristic of the Cool school of west coast jazz in the 60’s. His sound is on the darker end of the spectrum and his articulation is very light and breathy. His playing is very thoughtful and melodic. The word delicate comes to mind for me. Clearly influenced by Lee Konitz, Desmond’s solos are studies in thematic development. Listen to how he takes an idea and plays it several ways before moving onto another melodic idea and repeating the process. Phil Woods Night in Tunisia. This comes from a recording in Paris from 1960. Phil Woods carried on the bebop tradition of Charlie Parker. You can hear a lot of that influence in the sound and phrasing. Again you can see impeccable finger technique and hear the swing feel. He’s always a very creative improvisor He actually married Charlie Parker’s widow and outside of the jazz world he is best known for his solo on Billy Joel’s Just the way You Are where he blows some killer bebop lines on a pop tune with a samba groove. That’s the 1970s for ya. Listen to him sneak a flat 5 in on that solo so smoothly. Love it. Ornette Coleman Ornette Coleman is the champion of individuality and doing your own thing regardless of what other people think or say. So whether or not avant garde music speaks to you, his commitment to innovation should serve as inspiration to anyone who’s ever had an original idea. His music has been deeply controversial from the beginning, but by removing the elements of form and strict harmony from his compositions, he managed to create a more truly improvised music than traditional jazz is. So there’s that. He was known for playing a white plastic Grafton saxophone but in this clip he’s playing a white lacquer Selmer Mark Vi with a low a key.

TOP 10 ALTO SAXOPHONE Players of all Time (Classic Jazz)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iMrKsI0dn6s&t=11s Jay Metcalf reviews his list of top 10 of the greatest, most influential and must know alto sax players of all time. Players mentioned (not in any order): Charlie Parker, Sonny Stitt, Cannonball Adderley, Johnny Hodges, Benny Carter, Jackie Mclean, Phil Woods, Lee Konitz, Paul Desmond, Ornette Coleman Read the full article

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What Star Wars Character are my muses?

Tad - Jar Jar Binks or Chewbacca Shang - Obi Wan Kenobi Tink - Poe Dameron Finn - Luke Skywalker Pepper - Leia Organa

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Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

Chapter Fifteen

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Poe Dameron x Solo!Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Full chapter on Wattpad & ao3

Tags for excerpt: slight jealousy, gossiping over caf, Poe being a tad dramatic

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"I didn't realise Snap and Kare were together."

Poe's confusion proves that either they're good at keeping secrets or that this is a new development. "They aren't?"

"That's not what I saw this morning," I say and he blinks at me before leaning in, checking over his shoulder to make sure they aren't listening.

"What did you see?"

I take a slow sip of my drink, the cup masking my face as I make a puckering sound and his eyebrows shoot up in question and I nod in return, no words needing to be exchanged there. 

For someone who's a generally relaxed person he seems utterly scandalised. "I can't believe they didn't tell me."

"You seem more offended than surprised," I note, for a second wondering if there's jealousy behind that offence since he's so close to both of them. There's nothing that seems unusual about his closeness with Kare from what I've observed, and whilst he and Snap are more touchy than most that too seems to just be a close friendship. 

"Yeah, my two best friends get together and leave me out of the loop," he exclaims in a hushed voice and I'm surprised by the relief that inadvertent assurance gives me, that there isn't any jealousy but rather just Poe being a tad dramatic. "I'm surprised too to be honest. I knew he was crazy about Karé but I never thought she saw him that way."

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Jymie Merritt (1926-2020)

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Watch "Jack Rudin 2022: University of North Carolina Greensboro Jazz Ensemble – Union Pacific Big Boy" on YouTube

I had the opportunity to hear this performance live. A wonderful rendition of the Tad Dameron classic.

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Hi, it’s abo anon again! It would be AMAZING if you could write Poe as omega! Or do you write only alpha!characters? 👉🏻👈🏻

Sure thing!

Poe was always so good about hiding his station. No one needed to know that the hot shot pilot was an omega.

To the world, Poe Dameron was an Alpha. High ranking and not one to mess with. He could make anyone believe it... that is except for you.

All the pheromone blockers in the world couldn't hide his scent from you. And you made it your mission to remind him all the time.

He would never admit that he liked seeing you walk in and smirk in his direction... he didn't want to even talk about how he wanted to fall to his knees for you.

"Hey Dameron," your voice sent a chill down his spine, made him weak in the knees.

“Y/N, what can I do for you?” Poe kept working on his ship, mainly scrubbing away blaster marks. He needed a way to relax after the show you put him though last night. 

You had left for a undercover op, something quick to grab intel. Of course he caught sight of you, the red dress with a slit that went all the way to your upper thigh. You had a little more pounds on you and with the dress being a tad tight; a distraction technique you had learned, Poe almost whimpered at the sight.

“Well I needed some help with the intel I grabbed last night, was wondering if you wanted to be that help.” Poe looked over at you and gulped lightly. You stood there in a white tank, jacket wrapped around your waist.

“Um, why me?” Poe quickly went back to his scrubbing.

That’s when your scent hit him. It was lavender and wild forests. Something feminine but powerful. He turned to see you a few steps away from him now, your E/C staring at him, a smirk slowly over taking your lips.

“Well, I kind of need an Omega,” you let your fingers drift over his hand.

Poe shivered and watched as the tip of your tongue ran along your bottom lip.

“Um, uh.” Poe felt like his brain had fried like BB-8′s motherboard.

“I’ll be waiting in my quarters Dameron.” You gently kissed his cheek before walking away. and Poe couldn’t help watching the way your hips swayed.