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januaryembrs · 7 months ago

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WORTH THE WAIT | Poe Dameron x Reader

Request: my sweet @happyhauntt says: and to counteract the fact that my last request was sad as fuck, here's a happy one!!! a wee fic based on the song 'i guess i'm in love' by clinton kane, and this one feels like it should be for poe or steven!! enjoy!!

Description: Poe tries to help reader overcome her fear of flying by giving her something good to remember

length: 2.1k

warnings: mention of puke (none just feeling of nausea) mention of fear of heights?

authors note: yes I did listen to Romantic Flight from HTTYD when I wrote this and yes this did heal the part of me that always wanted to be flown through the clouds like this. also sorry this is so late things have been HECTIC

Poe really hoped she liked his surprise.

There were very few things that he knew he was good at besides flying; knowing exactly how to tell her just how deeply he felt for her even after all this time being one of them. He knew he stumbled over flirtatious lines, not at all like the bachelor he once was, that his chest still pounded at the thought of her just the same as it did when he was soaring through the stratosphere, his stomach flipping when they kissed as if he’d done four barrel rolls on an X-Wing.

He knew he was in uncharted waters being so far in a committed relationship, that his usual rendezvous' had lasted little more than a few weeks at most, but that was entirely in the past. No one had even come close since the day he met her.

She had been his mission once. Captured on a First Order ship, Leia had ordered him and his squadron to go rescue her, had said she was some lord’s daughter of a dying planet wanted by Ren for information about her father. He had heard the stories of how his resistance leader had come to be kidnapped from Alderaan when she was young, and figuring she was just screamingly empathetic for the girl, he had done exactly as he had been told.

He’d had no clue that his mission would become his entire life within a few short months.

“I feel like this is a little unfair,” She teased, his hands over her eyes as he led her out to the hangar, the lone sun on their planet lowering behind the horizon, “You make me wait all day for my present, and I can’t even see it,”

“Have a little patience, Princess,” Poe said, his lips drawing into a small smile as he felt her huff beneath his palms, “I know you’re used to getting what you want in your palace, but you’re in my town now, baby,”

She chuckled, shaking her head as he directed her down the stairs. He wasn’t entirely lying. After she’d been rescued from Ren’s grasp, her planet had quickly declared its allegiance to the resistance and she had been appointed as one of Leia’s advisors. Whether it was her quick wit, or the love she seemed to drench every single person with, no matter who they were or where they had come from, Poe wasn’t exactly sure what it was that made her such a good leader, other than the fact she was so entirely herself it was hard not to favour her; a rare quality of politicians he'd often teased her.

She gave a sniff through her nose, trying to give herself some kind of hint as to what her gift was. “Smells like… oil? Did BB-8 leak again?”

“Just wait, one more step in front of you,” Poe replied, his eyes trained carefully on her high heeled steps over the concrete. His stomach somersaulted as he wondered for the last time if this was a good idea, but he couldn't very well lead her all the way back out of there empty handed. Reminding himself it was her, and she would never spit anything kind back in his face, he released her face gently, “tada!”

He watched her shoulders tense under the jacket he’d given her because he worried she’d be cold in the night air, and he could tell her mind was racing a million miles a second trying to make sense of what it was he was showing her.

His T-70 starfighter. The only thing, he often joked, that could ever rival her for the title of his beloved.

“Poe…” Her voice trailed off, unsure but not wanting to seem rude, “Poe, I can’t-”

“Baby, hear me out,” He cut in, knowing she was never going to be jumping for joy before he could explain, “I promise you, nothing bad will happen while I’m there,”

“Poe,” She said hesitantly, as he came around the front of her to see her worried expression that made him cradle her face with his warm hands almost immediately.

“They don’t call me the best pilot in the galaxy for nothing,” He smiled at her cheekily, and he was relieved to see her crack a grin then, though the fright lingered in her eyes that rolled at him.

He’d known since the day he’d rescued her that she had a fear of flying; when he’d had to sit her on his lap in that very same cockpit so they could escape the base together, when she’d screamed bloody murder and held his hands so tight he worried he might lose circulation.

Not the best of first introductions, and not quite how he’d imagined his two greatest loves meeting. Which was why he wanted to change her experience of the whole thing.

She gave him a tentative glance, and he fretted for a moment that it had all been a mistake; that his kind act coming from a good place had been one giant heap of selfish bantha fodder that he felt stupid for even suggesting it. But then she took a deep breath, her hands coming up over his own on her cheeks and squeezing them gently.

“Certainly don’t call you the most humble pilot in the galaxy, Dameron,” She said with a tease, moving past him to head for the jet, “Alright, help me up. My carriage awaits,”

He beamed so hard he thought his cheeks might explode, rushing past her to lift himself up onto the right arm the way he had done so many, many times before.

“My lady,” He stretched out his hand, all but yanking her up most of the way to where he kneeled, and he was glad he’d told her to wear her cargos and not the pretty dress she’d showed him.

Pulling herself up to a sit, she looked unsurely at the metalwork beneath them, “You’re sure it can hold two?”

“It did before, didn't it?” He countered back, hoisting himself into the cockpit that felt like a second home to him, his body sliding into his seat like a hand into a glove. He parted his thighs, granting her a space of her own, and patted the leather chair, “Actually, don't think about that. Hop in,”

She paused, uncertainty written across her face that cracked when she saw the hopeful gleam in his eyes, brown hues that had always seemed to watch her with pure adoration. She had always struggled to say no to him, especially when he looked like that.

Slipping between his legs, she hated to admit that she found herself rather comfy enveloped between his body and the dash.

“You sure we’re safe?” She asked once more, and his arms slid around her to grab the wheel in his right hand, the left pulling her back against his warm body that made her relax just that little bit. He kissed the side of her head, resting his temple against hers for a second.

“You know I would never put you in harms way, sweetheart,” He said, all trace of jovial teasing gone as he kissed next to her ear and pushed the button to lock the glass canopy over their heads. It slowly lowered down, hissing into a click as it shut, and he felt her shuffle in closer to his chest, “There’s something up there I really, really want to show you. Okay?”

She looked up at him over her shoulder, his eyes twinkling with excitement at seeing her in his seat, his co-pilot for the evening.

How could she ever resist?

“Okay,” She nodded, tugging his arms over her shoulders like a seat belt as if strapping herself in for the ride, “Okay, I’m ready,”

He chuckled, praying to the maker one last time that this would work, and switching the ignition up to a low rumble.

The jet rolled forward slowly, and he wheeled it around to a clearing in runway that made her think he’d told everyone to take the evening off just so they could have their solo flight.

“Okay, baby, I’m going to have to go fast at this bit, so you might want to hold on tight,” He warned her, and he felt her grab onto his thighs with tight fists, “That’s it, I got you, you’re safe,”

Not giving her much time to overthink what was coming, he floored the gas, flicking a few of the levers above their heads. She sucked in a breath, her knuckles almost turning white with grip, “Poe,”

“I promise you’re safe, baby,” He reassured, forcing the throttle down and they jumped forward as the engines kicked in. He would have been in the air by now if it had just been him, would probably already be doing a loop-de-loop, but he didn’t want to terrify her before they had even really started.

She squealed, a muffled version of what he knew she was probably holding back as they started lifting off the ground, and he sped up even more, the g-force throwing her back against him, and he flicked pressed the switch on the dash to start retracting the wheels into the underbelly.

“Poe, I’m scared,”

“You got it, I got you,” He removed one of his hands off the wheel and looped it around her waist to keep her secure, “You’re doing so well, baby,”

It was then she made the mistake of taking a peak outside, seeing their base quickly becoming little more than a speck beneath them as they sped off upwards into the atmosphere, “Oh my stars, we’re so high,”

He chuckled, kissing her hairline tenderly, “That’s a good thing, means we’re not in danger of crashing into trees or mountains or-”

“Poe!” She slapped his thigh, scrunching her eyes shut, “I can’t look, I’m going to puke,”

His resolve wavered for a minute, and he made the impromptu decision to yank the steering wheel down, forcing them to take a quick turn up even higher into the air, to which she tucked her head towards his jaw so she didn’t have to watch.

He wondered if he was going to regret such a bold move, he felt her whimper against his skin and Poe cursed the whole concept of ‘Go big or go home’ that he had been going for.

Until-

They burst through the clouds, the dusk air that had been growing dark under the smog disappearing as they cut in a straight line up, further and further until the cottony slew of powder white clouds blanketed beneath them, the way they had for him so many times before. The sun was still out this far up in the aerospace, syrupy orange, and almost pink as it met the pillowed floor, like they had flown right into a meadow of blankets and warmth.

“Poe, I tried to be brave, really I did, for you, but my nerves are shot-”

“Baby, look,” He cut her off, engaging the auto-pilot and moving his warm hands down her arms softly to hold her fingers in his own. The X-Wing evened out, the force barely feeling like a pull at their bodies anymore and more like a lingering jitter in their skin that could so easily be passed off as the engine.

“I can’t, I feel sick-” She protested, pushing her nose into his neck, and he felt her hands shaking with nerves that he gently stroked away. He chuckled, the sound reverberating over the apples of her cheeks.

“Just trust me, look,” Poe said, and she took a deep breath, as if holding back another complaint, peeling herself away from him just the smallest amount to glimpse outside the star-fighter.

Her eyes widened, sitting upright almost immediately as she saw the technicolor that had been a dull beige before, the world she’d known for over two years entirely gone, buried beneath the silkened clouds. Her mouth hung open, eyes darting over the teracotta hues, down to the valley of puffy clouds beneath that didn’t seem nearly as threatening as she’d imagined.

She was silent for a moment, and Poe had feeling that was atleast a good thing, but he was known to second guess himself when it came down to her.

Watching her expression with a besotted gaze, the sun’s heat glowing her cheeks with a honey kiss, he ran his fingertips over her palms, “Do you like it?”

“Poe, it’s-” She swallowed, not once ripping her eyes away from the oil painting infront of her, “You get to see this every day?”

He laughed, dipping his nose in her neck and leaving a loving kiss there, “Pretty much, yeah. I told you, it’s a whole other world up here,”

“How do you ever come down, I mean it’s, it’s,” She stammered, shuffling on the edge of the seat to take it all in even more, “It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen,”

“I have my reasons that are pretty compelling actually,” He smiled, eyes washing over her face, trying to commit that expression to memory because there were very few times they were allowed to have something good in the middle of a war. But this was it. She was it. His little bit of goodness that had been so worth the wait, “Happy Anniversary, honey,”

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tropes-and-tales · 7 months ago

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Bound to You: Prologue

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

WC: 2012

Other Pieces: This is part of a larger miniseries that can be found here.

CW: Arranged marriage trope.

Poe Dameron rose quickly through the ranks of the Resistance. General Leia Organa trusted him, and more to the point, he always got results. Always.

Rare intel into the First Order’s movements? Recruiting missions to convince disgruntled members of the New Republic to join the Resistance? Errands to build relationships with allies in the Outer Rim? Poe did it all with his own unique panache and ineffable charm. Being a handsome bastard with an appealing smile didn’t hurt.

Sometimes, admittedly, his charm failed him and he found himself in…uncomfortable situations.

Like now.

Leia had dispatched him to a planet in the Core, a technological powerhouse that built state-of-the-art spaceships. The goal was to get a deal for new crafts. The problem was that the Resistance had little money (read: no money) and even fewer prospects for more. This planet, however, seemed to prefer the benevolent neglect of the New Republic over the authoritative grip of the First Order, and they had suffered under the Empire, so there was hope that a deal could be made.

Poe’s tricky situation came from two obvious facts. First, the planet was run by a King and his attendant family – a very rich, very powerful man. His wealth lay in his shipbuilding facilities – the technological know-how, the expertise of his engineers, the pride in superb craftmanship that left nothing unattended. His wealth also lay in his vast progeny: he had three wives and, well, countless sons and daughters.

The second fact of Poe’s tricky situation was that this planet, this king, his multitude of children and wives – the entire populace, in fact – was ruled by a very stringent, very precise set of rules. There were rules for everything: how to shake a hand (hand-on-forearm for no more than five seconds), how to sip the strong tea they served (from a lacquered cup, but only after the host sips theirs first), how to open negotiations (after precisely one lap around the King’s pleasure gardens and after saying, three times, that General Organa sends her well-wishes and highest regards). How long to hold eye contact, how to smile, which color shirt to wear to signal certain feelings in certain situations.

Poe would have likely always ended up messing up the negotiations. There was no way for a single person outside of that culture to learn all of their fussy, particular little rules. Of course, Leia had tried to send C-3PO along – the droid had tried to explain all those rules - and Poe had waved her off.

“How hard can it be?” he had said, flashing her a cocky grin.

How hard was it? Well, it happened like a slow-motion explosion. First, Poe had held on a beat too long with the opening handshake. Then he glanced away while the King’s advisor was giving him an exhaustive tour of the King’s sculpture garden.

The worst, though, was when Poe inadvertently insulted the King’s second wife. He wasn’t even sure how it happened – there was a huge dinner, and he used the wrong fork at the wrong time, wore the wrong shirt and looked her in the eye too long, and it devolved into Poe being tersely removed to sparser quarters which, it turned out, was just a prison.

And then, there was a trial (of sorts) which just involved the King’s advisors and astrologers and high priests, who all consulted their histories and star charts and rule books. Poe would have laughed at how ridiculous it all was, except the guards who held him carried top-of-the-line blasters along with wicked-looking scythes, so he wisely kept his laughing to himself and tried to look contrite, though he wasn’t sure where contrite looks ranked with the King.

At last, it was decided (though Poe would never quite be sure if it was due to a historical precedent or some alignment of this system’s dual stars) that Poe would be released and gifted a cruiser, along with a promise of twenty premium gunships.

The cruiser was a wedding gift.

For Poe.

“The laws of our people demand an allyship in blood,” declared one high priest, and Poe’s heart clenched at his implied sacrifice. Then, the priest added, “so you shall marry one of the King’s daughters.”

So the sacrifice wasn’t implied after all. Poe was to be sacrificed on the altar of matrimony. His heart seized up even more, but….a cruiser and twenty gunships? The Resistance desperately needed it, and he could always get a marriage dissolution afterwards.

The slow-motion explosion continued, and if Poe thought he’d at least get to pick his wife (the King had eleven daughters), he was sadly mistaken. Not that it mattered: the women of the royal court (and many of the men) were bound to the strict dress codes of their strange laws. Long hair bound and woven into intricate designs. Long, enameled fingernails. Faces and hands painted in delicate filigrees of designs. Dresses with so many layers that the person’s original shape was lost. It made the Queen of Naboo look like a fishmonger on Quila.

The day of the wedding, Poe found himself sick to his stomach. He’d been given his own clothes back to him, clean and pressed, and his fingers shook as he buttoned his shirt. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried to size himself up in the mirror in his room. He looked wan underneath his tan. Like a man on the way to his own execution.

Him, married. He’d had plenty of casual flings, a few girlfriends, but nothing even veered close to long-term dating or marriage. He was too devoted to the cause of eradicating the First Order from the galaxy, and that’s what he told himself he was doing now: securing those ships, building an alliance for more. He gave himself a nod in the mirror, as if to reassure himself.

All that opulence and elaborate court gesturing, and the guards led him not to a large ballroom or hall, as Poe expected. Instead, he found himself in a small antechamber with only a few people present: an advisor, a high priest and priestess.

And a young woman. Poe’s intended.

You stood placidly a bit apart from the others, and though you weren’t as elaborately done up as others Poe had seen at court, you were still hidden under layers of paint and brocaded cloth. Your hands were folded in front of yourself and that probably meant something in your culture, but you kept your eyes carefully fixed on the floor in front of you.

“Is this it?” Poe asked, incredulous. He couldn’t quite believe that a wedding would have less pomp than the palace’s afternoon ceremony for tea and biscuits. He glanced over at you, and you seemed to cringe at his words.

“She is the third daughter of the third wife,” the advisor said dismissively. “The occasion of her marriage does not warrant more than this.”

So that was the other side of the equation, Poe realized. A cruiser and some gun-ships to offload an unwanted daughter. He tried to look at you a closer, but you seemed to sense his gaze and shrank even more from it.

The occasion of your marriage amounted to a few muttered words by both the high priest and priestess, and then first you and then Poe signed an official looking document on thick, heavy paper. The advisor folded it carefully, then tied it with a white ribbon, then handed it to Poe.

That was it.

No exchanged vows or promises of love. No rings placed on fingers or hands bounds together while prayed over. Not even any eye contact – every time Poe glanced over at you, your eyes were focused elsewhere.

And afterwards? There was no celebration. Not even a goodbye from your parents or any of your multitude of siblings – you and Poe were both ushered away from the palace and onto the promised cruiser. The craft that Poe had arrived on was safely stowed on said cruiser, along with your dowry (some jewelry, some personal effects, and enough gowns to outfit the entire fleet of pilots in the Resistance).

After you were cleared to take off, Poe did just that. He marveled at how well the ship handled, and he practically twitched in anticipation for those gun-ships. Leia would be so happy. If Poe returned with a wife in tow, well…that was the price to pay. He could take care of that situation later.

He set the coordinates for D’Qar and felt the ship ease into hyperspace so smoothly he almost missed the streaks of lights that flew past. He was only two days away from being home. No, not just he anymore. You and he.

Poe stood up from his pilot’s seat and stretched. He felt the weight of the past few days slide off of his shoulders, and he felt like he could sleep until the ship exited hyperspace. But there was a new weight laying on him, and he left the cockpit now to go face it.

You were still sitting in the galley, exactly where he had left you to take off. You gifted him with the barest glance before you returned your eyes to the floor.

You were, like everyone else in your court, off-putting. A human with no shape under the leagues of fabric encasing you. A person with a face so painted that there was no room for expression. And, possibly, a person who didn’t talk.

“I’m Poe,” he said slowly and loudly, and he kicked himself internally at how the bark of his voice echoed off the shiny new walls of the space craft.

He swore he saw the corner of your painted lips twitch – a smile maybe? – but your face resumed its placid surface before you murmured quietly that yes, you knew his name. Of course - he had signed it beside yours on the marriage contract.

“Do you have a name?” he asked, a little gentler. “Or are you just numbered off by birth order?”

That did bring a smile to your face, and you lifted your eyes to meet his gaze for a brief second before returning to watch the space on the floor between you and him. You told him your name in your quiet voice. “Or you could call me number eight, if you prefer,” you added with a hint of a smile in your words.

The eighth child. Third daughter of a third wife. Poe had no idea what you really looked like, and more to the point, what you liked. What you didn’t like. What you’d think of D’Qar and its rough-and-tumble, scrappy quarters. What you’d think of the people in the Resistance. How much you’d stick out in your elaborate gear, how the hems of your sharply pleated skirt would be muddied within seconds of walking through the forest.

Poe could have sat beside you and tried to get to know you. There was some time, after all, and you likely hadn’t asked for marriage any more than he had. But he was keen to get ahold of Leia and report his success, and he wanted to discuss his next mission, which they had already talked about beforehand – finding her brother, Luke Skywalker. Apparently there was someone on Jakku who had a map, and that mission pushed every other thought out of his mind until Poe quite forgot about you.

So when you landed on D’Qar, Poe sprinted ahead of you to find BB-8 and Leia, leaving you behind to fend for yourself.

As you descended the craft, you watched the retreating back of your erstwhile husband. Poe Dameron left you behind. Other women of your court might throw a pretty tantrum or pout winsomely, but you were the third daughter of the third wife. You didn’t rage or pout. You were used to being left behind and forgotten.

So you did what you did best: you squared your shoulders, steeled your spine, and prepared yourself for a new life in this strange world.

As Poe Dameron’s wife.

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angel-of-the-moons · 9 months ago

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How would Poe react if you sewed something for him? 👉👈 idk what, something nice or something silly. I think he'd appreciate it and I feel like he might be someone who's always giving gifts to ppl and no one thinks to get him anything.

Made With Love

Poe Dameron x Reader

TW/CW: None! Fluff!

A/N: As someone who sews a lot (sometimes by hand when I need to calm down) this is something I'd totally do askbdlsh

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You cursed as the needle slipped and pricked your finger, bright blood welling up in a tiny pinprick before you squeezed what your boyfriend designated your "blood-sponge".

It was just a spare chunk of fabric you sterilized every time you began sewing, because stabbing yourself with the thin little metal slivers was always inevitable. You had more callouses from hand-stitching and embroidering than you did working on fixing consoles and electronics.

You were an analyst, not just the person who repaired the much-needed tech for the Resistance.

A battle analyst, statistical analyst, a "tech jockey" some called you--but many simply knew you as Poe's "partner in crime" as you oversaw many of his flight missions and dogfights.

You tied off the last stitch and held the fabric up to the light.

Poe's last scarf had gotten torn to tatters in a cantina brawl; so, the next time you were planetside, you hit a local market and scored some nice fabric to knit him a new one. It was a wonderful pass-time for you, especially if you were stressed out. The repetitive motion of seeing and embroidering soothed your mind enough to relax. Once, Poe had even caught you passed out with a half-patched shirt clutched in your hands, your head lolled back on your chair, the angle making you snore loudly.

Poe actually had BB-8 snap a holo of it. He still says it's his favorite holo he has of you--completely relaxed and at peace. (Although the pain in your neck was awful when he picked you up and laid you in his bunk.)

The scarf you had made Poe this time had the Resistance emblem embroidered in bright colors to match his flight suit, as well as a tiny BB-8 next to it.

Just then, the voice of one of the air traffic monitors buzzes through your comm; "Hey, tech jockey. Your boyfriend's squad is back. If you high-tail it now, you'll be able to make it to the hangar before they land."

You grin and jump to your feet, folding the scarf and stuffing it in one of your deep back pockets as you made a mad scamper, scrambling to lace your boots back up to make your way to the hangar.

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"Poe!" You giggle excitedly, shouting across the hangar as the mechanics carefully extract BB-8 from Poe's X-Wing.

Poe turns to you with a grin, spreading his arms wide as you throw yourself into them; his thick limbs wrapping around you in a tight hug, picking you up and spinning you around with a very nice welcome-home kiss. May have had a bit too much tongue on his part, but you were just happy to have him back and be in his arms once more.

BB-8 trills at you as he sets you down nudging your leg affectionately, and you reach down to pat the little mech's cranium. "Awww, hey lil buddy! I missed you too!"

Poe grins again and slips an arm around your waist, his dark eyes glimmering mischievously. "So... How's the best analyst in the Resistance been doing since your handsome boyfriend has been doing suuuuper important scout work, eh?"

You roll your eyes and snort. "The usual, you goof. I've actually had a bit more downtime, lately. General Organa actually smacked me on the head and told me to go and get some rest when I overworked myself."

"Oooh, not surprised there. She's scary when you don't do what she says." He snickers, kissing your cheek again. "Anything else?"

You gasp, remembering your present, and fish it out of your fatigues. Poe tilts his head curiously at you, then, as you pull out the scarf.

"Here! I finished it today!" You chirp proudly.

Poe takes the scarf with his eyebrows raised high, holding it up to examine it. He grins when he spots the little bits of embroidery you did for him; BB-8 beeping happily and bumping into your shins affectionately when he spots his likeness in the fabric.

"Do you like it?"

"Like it?" He says, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing tightly. At his expression, you feel a lump of anxiety well up in your throat.

It is quickly quashed when he grins once more, his eyes lighting up as he slips the scarf over his head and hangs it from his neck, flicking the edge over his shoulder and striking a dramatic pose.

"How's it look? C'mon, tell me. Does it bring out my eyes?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I bet I can use it as a disguise!"

You clap your hands and laugh, "Poe... How would that even work?! People can still see your face!"

He pulls up the edge of the scarf and covers up the lower half of his face and nose, but you can still see his lips peek out from the fringe.

"Not if I hold it like this!" He says.

You roll your eyes and shove his shoulder playfully, "You're not funny, Flyboy."

"Heyyy! I'm adorable." He argues humorously, wagging his eyebrows once again. "And handsome, and talented, and--"

BB-8 cuts him off with a dismissive trill, tweeting as his antennae bob.

"You're right." You nod at the little astromech. "He is full of himself, too."

Poe clutched his proverbial pearls, gasping in offense at the two of you.

"Ow! Whose side are you on?!"

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melodygatesauthor · 1 year ago

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Birthday Cake

Poe Dameron X f!Reader

Not Beta Read - A (very very belated) birthday gift for @campingwiththecharmings

Thank you for being such a good friend to me since the very beginning of my time on this site and for always being so supportive. I hope you like this and know that I love you dearly ❤️

Summary

It's your birthday, and even though the party is over, your boyfriend Poe still has a surprise in store for you.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, soft Poe Dameron, fluff and smut, food (frosting), birthday fic, pwp, established relationship, p in v creampie, bad jokes, Poe being Poe, reader is not coded

Word Count: 1.4k

You knew that Poe was good at surprises, but seeing him when you got out of the shower wearing nothing but some strategically placed frosting on his nipples was far from what you expected. You raised an eyebrow and pursed your lips. He had that playful smirk on his face that let you know you were in for a fun time. It was good to know that even after the years you’d been together, he always managed to keep things interesting.

“Remember when I told you not to fill up on birthday cake tonight?” He asked as you slowly approached him.

“Yeah…” you stopped right in front of him, “I thought you were insinuating I needed to lose a couple pounds.”

Poe broke out of his suave demeanor into a laugh that he couldn’t contain.

“Baby, you know I always like what I see,” he bit his lip and looked you up and down, “thought you knew me better than that.”

He walked up to you, seeming to make a point of swinging his hips more than necessary. When he got closer, he leaned in slowly, pressing a soft, delicate kiss against your lips. A heavy breath escaped you when you went in for more, adding your tongue to the mixture, needing desperately to taste him.

You felt his hands roaming over your body over the towel. He untucked it from around your breasts and let it drop to the floor before pulling you against his chest. You gasped, pulling back from the kiss and staring at him incredulously.

“Poe I just took a shower,” you said, trying to push him back, “I don’t want to get all–”

He interrupted with his lips over yours again, to which you gave up finally and melted into him, letting yourself give in to the moment. He lifted you by your rear, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down before crawling over you. He was so fucking handsome, dark locks falling into his glimmering eyes while he looked at you like nothing else in the galaxy existed. He dipped down, brushing his nose along yours. You could feel the frosting between your chests, smearing all over your skin.

“Was gonna let you clean me up first but…changed my mind sweetheart.”

He moved his lips to your jaw, moaning hungrily. You arched your body upward into his, feeling the warmth of his skin enveloping you. He moved his gentle kisses down your neck, over your collarbone and to your left breast where some of the frosting had transferred from his body to yours. You watched him lap some of the sweet, pink confection off your nipple before closing his mouth on it, flicking his tongue over the peak.

You gasped, reaching one hand up to grab the back of his head while the other gripped the sheets for dear life. You felt Poe’s hand slide over yours, interlocking his fingers with you as he continued his work over your tit. He was messy, slurping and sucking every bit of the frosting on your pebbled skin.

“Mm,” he hummed, looking up at you, “now you really are my sweet girl, aren’t you baby?”

You couldn’t answer, you were too wrapped up in the pleasure that his mouth afforded you, but you still nodded and groaned to show your enjoyment. He moved to the other breast, mumbling something into your sternum on the way over about how he couldn’t let that one feel left out. You felt his thumb brush over the side of your hand, and you felt comfort in his embrace.

“P-Poe…” you whined, squeezing his hand tightly.

He kissed his way back up to your lips. His tongue tasted so sweet as he melted his mouth into yours again. It was as though his cock knew right where your hole was when he lined himself up between your legs. You felt the gentle prod of his precum-slick head, testing your hole to make sure you were ready.

“Couldn’t let you spend your birthday without smothering you in some sweet loving could I?” He bit his lip, looking at you amusedly.

Slowly he slid into you, the delicious drag of his cock giving you waves of pleasure immediately as he bottomed out completely. You both expelled a breathy sigh into the room. He brought his hips back until only the tip remained before he thrusted forward even harder this time. You whimpered in response to the ache of his size. You never quite seemed to get used to that stretch.

“Oh that’s right baby, love hearing those sounds coming from your pretty lips,” he moaned into another kiss as he continued his rhythmic pace, “don’t stop, wanna hear you.”

You complied, making sure he knew exactly how you felt with every cry he forced out of your parted lips while pounding deep into your core. He leaned back and swiped some of the frosting off of his chest, sliding two thick, deliciously coated fingers in your mouth.

“Clean that up for me sweet girl, get them nice and clean.”

You sucked on Poe’s fingers while he fucked you, feeling how hard he got inside your cunt as you swirled your tongue around him. He lurched forward on the next forward snap of his hips, grabbing onto your jaw. He kept his fingers in your mouth while he pressed his lips against your ear. A low rumbling groan came from Poe’s chest.

“Fuck, suck those fingers like you’d suck this cock baby,” he said in a breathy rasp.

You closed your lips around his extremities and started bobbing your head back and forth. You loved the salty taste on the pads of his fingers while he fucked them over your tongue. Poe’s moans became deeper, and you felt him rolling his hips in a stronger, more even tempo. He started kissing the space right below your earlobe, stray curls brushing your cheek. You let out a breathy whine, feeling the way his lips sent an electric current over your entire body.

You slid your own fingers along his chest, grabbing some more of the frosting before mimicking his actions, popping them in his mouth and pushing his face up so he would look at you. He smiled around your fingertips, sticking his tongue in between your middle and forefinger. Your moan was muffled around him, feeling him slide his own digits deeper to the back of your throat.

“Fees sho goob,” Poe said in a tone laced with gravel and muffled by your fingers.

You groaned, closing your eyes and tossing your head back. Poe let his hand leave your mouth and wander past your throat and over your collarbone before clasping onto your breast. You moaned, dropping your hand out of his mouth as well, letting it travel down his chest and swirling the pad of your finger over his nipple in the thin layer of frosting still covering his skin.

He moved faster, choking out a heavy groan as your walls fluttered around his girth in response to the increased pace. His hips started snapping, and he leaned forward, nipping at your neck and then soothing your skin with his tongue. You heard that signature high-pitched whine escape him, letting you know he was close.

“Such a sweet girl, always so good to have you with me, to hear you, to feel you sweetheart,” he continued leaving soft kisses along the soft skin of your neck and throat, breath punching out of his lungs with every forward thrust.

“Yes, yes, you feel so good Poe,” you clenched your teeth and arched your back into him, “so-fucking-good-I—oh!”

“Oh that’s it baby, fuckthat’sitfuck!” He started moving faster, pounding his hips into you until you felt the gush of warmth spill out of him and into your cunt.

You threw your head back, filling the cabin with the moans and whines you knew he loved so much as your cunt crashed down in waves over his cock. He was still going, length pumping hot spurts into your greedy hole, painting your walls white. His voice was low and raspy as he came down from the high, pressing his forehead to yours

“Now, you’re like a sweet little pastry with a cream filling,” he said, laughing too hard at his own joke.

“Not funny,” you gave him a pity chuckle and rolled your eyes, “come on,” you tapped his side, “let’s go get in the shower.”

“Did you enjoy your cake?” He raised his eyebrow.

You tapped his nose, “coulda used more frosting...”

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ivystoryweaver · 10 months ago

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The Only One

Episode 5

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Summary: Date number 2 brings you closer to Poe

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 1.7k

Content: fluff, no warnings really, Elia is just too hard on herself, not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

"I know you, Ells," he said softly, tenderly smiling as you actually looked up at him

"Give me a chance? I'm not so bad after date number four." He winked and you burst out laughing.

There was something so comforting about the way you were always so consistently...you.

Poe once again met you in the hangar for date number 2, smiling to himself as he approached you.

"Poe!" You excitedly called, bouncing on your toes as you tugged at your backpack straps. Twin buns, unlaced boots - same as always.

"Hey, you made it," Poe grinned, pausing before he gave into the urge to greet you with a hug or a kiss on the cheek. Still working on that personal space thing. "Perrha said you had to work late."

"Got done just in time," you confessed.

"Come on," he offered, extending his hand. He respected your boundaries, but if he wanted to date you for real, he had to know exactly where those boundaries were.

You chewed on your lip in concentration, a cute wrinkle appearing between your eyebrows. Slowly loosening your clutch on your backpack strap, you reached out to accept his hand.

His face glowed with warmth and adoration as he wrapped his fingers around yours. "This okay?"

"I think it feels safe right now," you honestly replied, and Poe thought it might be the best description he'd ever heard for holding someone's hand.

"I like when you do that," he playfully smirked over at you, leading you out of the hangar with his hand wrapped securely around yours.

"Do what?"

"Tell me the truth. No games. It's rare," he explained.

You felt him squeeze your joined hands and it made something inside you bloom to life. Poe Dameron wanted to hold your hand. Why, you would never know, but you held on for dear life, resting your cheek against his arm as you walked - the warmth of his skin seeping through his sleeve.

"I know I'm different," you slowly answered. "But you are too. When I'm with you, I feel like there's nothing wrong with me."

Poe stopped short, jarring you out of your semi snuggle. "Elia, there is nothing wrong with you."

Your gaze dropped to your boots as you shifted uncomfortably. "Don't stare at me," you mumbled.

"Sorry," he softly returned, reaching for your hand again. "Come on."

The two of you walked toward your destination in silence - the only change when Poe slid his fingers through yours.

"I can't help staring at you sometimes," he confessed, his thumb caressing yours gently. "Don't get too upset with me, okay?"

"I'm not upset," you defended, bristling as you were so prone to do.

"Be patient with me, Ells," he pleaded. "You're really pretty and it's hard for me to look away sometimes."

A tingling sensation rippled through your body at that confession. Your instinct was to deflect, deny and assume he was mocking you, but Poe had proven his sincerity enough that his actions were starting to override your brain's hard wiring.

You couldn't think of anything to say. Poe Dameron had rendered you speechless. What a gift.

There was also the the fact that he was simply mistaken. Maybe he liked your hair, or you face, for whatever reason. You felt certain you were average looking. But if he ever saw the rest of you, he would never say you were pretty ever again, because you weren't.

There was nothing wrong with not being human - plenty of Resistance fighters weren't. You weren't so shallow as to be solely wrapped up in looking a little different. No, it was a much deeper and darker history than that.

Your lineage was stained with darkness, oppression and aggression. And a source of power having everything to do with what you covered on your back. You simply could not allow yourself to follow in the footsteps of your ancestors. It's why you worked so hard to keep yourself closed off from the powerful energy flow and why you could never let your body full develop.

So you said nothing.

Poe would probably think you didn't like him back if you kept acting...well, like yourself. Lost in your head, and in self-loathing. Maybe you should try harder.

But this thing between you - could it ever go anywhere? Poe probably wanted a normal relationship. Someone he could gaze at - someone he could take to bed. You could never. It's not that you had never, but this was Poe. Not with him. So what was the point in trying?

Still...you weren't foolish enough to let someone like Poe slip away so easily.

"Here we are," he announced, seeming to have forgotten that you never responded to his compliment, even to contradict it.

"What's this?" You questioned, unable to discern anything about the type of establishment you'd wandered to. You'd walked here pretty quickly, so it was fairly close to base.

"This is just where I stashed some supplies," Poe confessed. It was some kind of storage shed. No wonder it looked so unremarkable. Pretty soon, his arms were full of supplies and the two of you started walking again.

"Didn't want to go too far tonight, since I have a solo mission in the morning," he explained. "I made us a picnic."

"How did you get all this food?" You asked Poe, once the two of you settled on a blanket in the safest part of the nearby jungle. "This is more than we usually eat in three days."

"I've been saving up," he shrugged. "Called in some favors. I thought a nice meal would feel good for a change. I think I got all the foods you like - the ones you're always eating."

Your heart burned with affection at the odd little gathering of foods your very picky tastebuds preferred, with the textures that didn't make you gag.

"I do love these, and I'm starving, thank you." Happy to stuff your face with your favorite foods, you reveled in the moments you didn't feel the need to speak. Of course this left you mind free to wander...and worry.

The blanket you shared with Poe was just to sit on, right? And nothing else. Even if you had a human body and had hopes to be with Poe in that way, the second date would still be too soon for you.

Probably best to start a conversation.

"Solo mission, huh?" You began. "What's that about?"

Poe swallowed his bite and slowly nodded. "It's, uh...actually, it's classified. I would tell you if I could."

"Oh." Something important then. "Is it dangerous? Why do you have to go alone?"

"Can't talk about it right now, but...maybe when I get back. I probably wasn't supposed to tell you there even was a mission, but..." He trailed off, reaching for his beverage.

"But what?"

Moonlight reflected in his bright, brown eyes as they found your gaze. "I didn't want you to worry."

A fizzy warmth stirred in the center of you. "I won't worry," you bluntly returned. "You're the best pilot in the Resistance. I've never seen anyone better on missions. Or in training. It should be you going."

The corners of Poe's mouth curled in amusement.

"I will miss you though," you sweetly added. "I hope you come back soon."

A satisfied smile warmed his handsome face. "I'll miss you too. We'll do this again when I get back...okay?" Dark eyebrows shot up hopefully.

"Okay," you agreed.

The rest of your date turned into more of a hangout. Poe tried to ask you a few questions about your past but you were pretty clear in letting him know you weren't going to talk about it. You asked him some more questions about his childhood on Yavin 4 and it brought you to the topic of his favorite little buddy - his orange and white droid BB-8.

"He's been on Castilon for months. I miss him like crazy."

"He must be special if you miss him so much," you commented.

"I think so. Can't wait for you to meet him. I'm picking him up on my way to my mission."

You adored watching Poe as he talked, especially about something important to him. His eyes lit up, his mouth looked so kissable and he always gestured animatedly with his hands.

If only you were normal, you might actually have a real chance with Poe. Maybe someday you could tell him the truth about yourself - your body, your species, your past...

Maybe when the war was over.

Poe walked you back to base, holding your hand. Even though you knew you couldn't be the kind of girlfriend he deserved, you wanted to tell him something before he left on his classified mission. A way for him to understand how important he was becoming to you.

"Thank you for tonight - for our picnic," you told him as you neared base. "I love being with you, Poe. I...I hope you come back soon, and you're safe out there. I'll miss you."

"I love being with you too," he sweetly replied, squeezing your fingers while reaching for your other hand. He gently caressed your fingers, gazing down into your eyes, really wishing he could give you an end-of-date kiss. Or at least a goodbye kiss.

He stared a little too long, however, and the two of you ended up sharing a nervous laugh. "Was this okay tonight? Holding your hands?"

"Yeah, it's okay."

"Good...good," he nodded, exhaling in a rush, his lips curling in a sexy smile. "Really wanna kiss you though." His tongue swiped over his bottom lip as he shifted toward you smoothly.

"Oh," you swallowed, eyes wide and blinking. "Um, I - "

"Or maybe a hug? If that feels safer..." He was trying to offer you a less intimate alternative, but you physically withdrew, folding your arms over your chest. Being held by him was a bad idea. Not until you could explain your...back.

Chewing on your lip in a mild panic, you spontaneously leaned forward, spreading your palms over the solid warmth of his chest and pressing your mouth to his.

Stunned, Poe barely had time to register the feel of your sweet lips before you withdrew, rocking on your heels before yanking hard on your frayed backpack straps.

"Goodnight, Poe," you blurted, already turning to rush away. "Be safe."

Planting his boots firmly to keep from going after you, he tried to say goodbye, but he was Poe Dameron. He had to say something.

"Ells!" He called after you, "You kissed me."

"Bye, Poe!" You repeated, scurrying toward base.

Laughter bubbled up and erupted from his chest as he said goodbye back to you.

He let you go. For now.

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luna-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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The types my favourite Star Wars characters would fall for:

Includes Obi-Wan Kenobi, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Poe Dameron, Din Djarin, Ahsoka Tano, and Captain Rex

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Obi-Wan Kenobi:

Obi-Wan is a man who needs some escapism in his life. He has devoted his entire life to the Jedi order, and he had followed the rules with much devout, but from time to time, things get too overwhelming for him. He’d fall for someone who’d shield him from those moments. A person who offers him solitude and warmth. It doesn’t necessarily have to be an affectionate s/o, words can have a large impact as well. Remind him that he is still there, and that the war will be over someday. Grab his hand, run your fingers through his hair, anything to get his mind off of the things going on in his life. A person to run to, who he can confide in. No one even knows about you, and Obi-Wan is keen on keeping it that way. Though Anakin has somewhat of an idea who you are, he’ll never say it, much to the delight of Obi-Wan. He even helps his master cover up when someone mentions you.

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Leia Organa:

No one can convince me that Leia doesn’t absolutely adore authors. She loves to read when she has tiny moments to herself, and her collection is huge. She used to aspire to write a book herself one day, but she abandoned the idea after Alderaan fell. But then she meets you. And she reads your works and becomes inspired all over again. Because the language you use? Your manner of writing? Immaculate. She’ll ask for tiny blurbs often, being incredibly invested in your current works. Though her dreams of writing have long left her, this does not mean she wouldn’t want to not help you. She actually gives you a lot of inspired through stories told orally. The things she went through deserve to be written down, whether she does it or not. One day, you’ll surprise her with a bundle of the stories she told you, but written down in beautiful calligraphy. She becomes absolutely ecstatic. The usually stoic and stern Leia just bursts out laughing in glee, clutching the book in gratitude as she flips through the pages. After that, you cannot expect her to ever let you go.

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Han Solo:

Han would be attracted to someone who is confident in every single definition of the word. Someone who knows exactly what they say, and means it. Someone who acts on promises, but also does things for their own if they want to. He’d be the person to fall for someone who goes to the mall in their pyjamas. Someone who genuinely doesn’t care about what others think. Bonus points if you like to make witty and/or sarcastic remarks. Playful banter is his way of flirting, and having someone who returns that gesture, makes him feel all woozy inside. Run along with his age old arguing with Lando, and this man is done for. This doesn’t necessarily mean you have to be exactly like him, but if you are able to match his energy, he falls. And there won’t even be a question about it. Sure, he approaches you out of looks at first, but once you return his pick up line with one of your own, he freezes and simply stares at you. He’d probably say something cheesy along the lines of “where have you been my entire life?”.

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Poe Dameron:

GIVE THIS MAN A SUNSHINE S/O! Someone who makes him smile without missing a beat. Someone who runs around spreading glee to everyone around them. You’d think he’d be into the Han type - if you will - but he has a soft spot for the genuine things in this universe. Someone who is willing to try to make others happy, more than they wish to be happy themselves. And once he gets to know you, he begins to see this problem. Don’t get me wrong, he still loves the fact you are willing to cheer every single person up, but he sees it goes at cost of your love for yourself. And this man will remind you exactly how much you should love yourself: words, actions, affections, gifts; you name it, he does it. And he tends to pick up on your habits. Once it becomes too much for you, he’ll sit somewhere quiet with you and reverse the rolls. Now, he is trying to make you laugh. With jokes, stories or stupid faces. He doesn’t care. The first time he met you, he slipped over a droid because his eyes were glued onto you. You have always seen it as something he simply is: he is a clumsy person. In truth, he isn’t. He knows you think this, but you simply surprised him at your first meeting. But the incident made you laugh so much, he ‘accidentally’ walks against objects occasionally. Just to hear you laugh again.

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Din Djarin:

Din is very much tough looks, sweet heart. His type would not be someone exactly like that, but he would completely into someone with a kind heart. As a bounty hunter, he’s had his fights and quarrels, so something kind is rare in his eyes. He’d meet you at a local pub, looking for his bounty, when you offer assistance. In your defence, you had no idea he was hunting. You thought he was going to visit an old friend of him. And that is what he initially told you. But after your entire journey, he found himself taking your kindness to his advantage. And it got you into some pretty serious danger. After finishing his bounty, he went back to get you. To properly apologise, for a start. And then you met Grogu, and the click was immediate. Your soft voice, gentle touch, cooing eyes. And that is when he knew he was done for. Now it’s all sunshine and sunshine protector with him. He will be the last person to ever take advantage of your kindness. Anyone else tries and they’re gone. Ironically, it is somewhat endearing.

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Ahsoka Tano:

Ahsoka has a lot of energy. Sure, she can be calm, didactive, and observant, but she is a raging ball of energy. Lots of impulsive actions, whether they are good or not. She’d love someone who’d go with her head first into stupid decisions, but who could also tell her to calm it every so often. On missions, she is almost always at your side, or at least near you. When she tells the troopers to stay out, you can almost figure out her next move. Please, run to her and tell her to think it through, or at least to wait a little longer. She tends to be stubborn and will sometimes react that onto you, but she doesn’t mean it in a bad way. There will be times she has a huge dip in her mood. When she has spent all her energy, which usually happens after battles or rescue missions. Her face is planted into the pillows, groaning in exhaustion. Then, all she really needs is you to lay next to her. To use you as her pillow when you do. Your gentle breathing and the beating of your heart does miracles to her head. 10/10 would recommend Ahsoka cuddles.

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Captain Rex:

Listen, Rex is exhausted. Like, 90% of the time. Completely done and half asleep. When he arrives back on Coruscant, he doesn’t return to his quarters. He runs straight to your apartment, tearing his armour off the second he sets foot in your room. You’re usually already fast asleep around the time he comes back home. He will wash up quickly before joining you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, placing a soft kiss in the crook of your neck and silently bidding you goodnight. He doesn’t need someone who will wake up for him, or get him gifts. Of course, the gesture goes appreciated, but he loves to simply have someone there for him. Someone he can go to after the war and simply lead a domestic life with. Baking apple pie, making the bed, grocery shopping, adopt a pet, maybe even marriage or kids. That’s what he wants most. He’s simply looking for someone who can offer that to him. Someone to settle down with, even when he is still in the midst of the war.

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have-you-seen-my-sanity · 5 months ago

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Poe Dameron (+ some NSFW) headcanons

Poe's your man for literally anything, the most handsome, cockiest and hot-headed pilot in the goddamn Galaxy.

Poe is a dom pretty much everytime in bed, only exceptions are if he feels needy.

This droid daddy is the king of pussy eating. It's one of his many talents.

He knows that Leia knows you're his everything, so you will always get paired with him on missions.

Poe is the most teasing being alive. He loves teasing you while on mission briefings, especially if the room is filled with Resistance members and there is no other place for you to sit other than his lap. ;)

This man is touchy as hell, loves having his arms around you, your waist, shoulders, squeezing your ass or just touching anything on your body he can get his hands on.

Poe secretly has the dirty thought of Leia giving you permission to jump into his X-Wing and blow something (up).

Pretty sure Poe has authority kink...he likes giving you orders knowing you have to obey to him because if not he can(and will) punish you. It's a win-win for him.

He loves watching you while you scratch BB-8, kneeling down to his droid, giving him the perfect excuse to say "Lookin' good on your knees, honey."

If you somehow have been captured by the First Order, Poe will jump into his X-Wing and fight the whole First Order if he has to in order to get you back to him.

Be careful if you tease him while you all are on duty or preparing for missions. He will act like it annoys him, acting all serious and bossy, but when the day is over or you all can get some rest, if Poe is on his way to you, you better wish you have never teased him. Be prepared for intense rounds...

He loves you, he always takes you on spins around the Galaxy in the Millennium Falcon.

Poe often invites you over to sleep in his quarters because he wants you close.

Poe likes it when he takes off his helmet and his curls are all messy so he can go to you for a hair fixing. Loves feeling your fingers run through his hair and gently massaging his scalp, could fall asleep on spot.

Whenever he's back from a mission, Poe will get you a nice gift, anything shiny or expensive looking.

Poe is the right person to give you massages after a long day before taking you into his arms and falling asleep with you. <3

Every morning he brings you a blue milk in exchange for a kiss for bringing it(after he received his good morning kiss).

He loves when you give attention towards BB-8.

Poe literally gives the best hugs. His hugs are so soft and loving, they instantly let you forget about the day, making you feel like you're wrapped up in a silky cloud.

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lilacliquors · 11 months ago

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pairing: poe dameron x reader

word count: 1169

notes: on the eigth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... poe dameron being the sweetest man in the galaxy!

there was a feeling in the air that only came around this time of year. life day was fast approaching, and everyone was excited. it was the first life day since the fall of the first order, and for the first time in a while, there seemed to be no stress. well, except for one teensy little problem: you had no idea what to get your boyfriend.

poe was impossible to shop for. he swore up and down he had everything he needed, or that he didn’t want anything. that you didn’t need to spend any credits on him. and it drove you up a wall. getting any kind of gift for him was a struggle, and you just know that some of the things you got for him were probably just tucked away in a drawer somewhere. you loved gift giving, it filled you with such a warmth to pick a present out for someone and see their face light up when you handed it over, but he just made it so much more difficult.

you were out in the market one evening, looking around for a spark of inspiration, an idea, anything you could find to help you pick the perfect life day present for the love of your life. and unfortunately, nothing was coming to you. you groaned inwardly as you continued walking, glancing at a few shop stalls as you walked. everything you saw, you tried to come up with a list of reasons why he would like it, but then your brain followed it up with a much longer list of reasons why he wouldn’t like it. a locket? he didn’t wear much in terms of jewelry. new boots? he wouldn’t accept a new pair until the ones he owned currently had been worn to shreds. new jacket? he loved his old jacket too much to part with it, and trying to replace it might be seen as an insult.

you sat down on a nearby bench and ran your hands over your face, sighing softly. you didn’t even have anyone to ask, since finn was in the same boat, and leia was no longer with you. your options were looking more and more bleak, but you knew you couldn’t just not get him something. you decided to head back home, thinking that maybe an idea would come to you soon. and luckily, it did.

you walked by a canteen nearby, the sounds of laughter and merriment almost as intoxicating as the liquor inside. and that was when it hit you. there was always one bottle that poe was trying to get his hands on, his favorite celebratory drink. and since the fall of the first order, he hadn’t had much of it laying around. so, you made your way inside and got up to the counter, where a friendly bartender came up to meet you.

“and what can i get for you, hm?” they asked.

“do you by any chance have a bottle of phattro back there that i could purchase?” you asked, and they chuckled.

“i can take a quick look for you. no one really asks for that stuff around here, but you never know what’s stored in the reserves. be back in a moment.”

they disappeared into the storeroom, and you tapped your fingers against the counter absentmindedly. when they returned, they were carrying a bottle of purple liquid, and your eyes lit up. they actually had it!

“you’re in luck, this is the last bottle. and since we’re so close to life day, i’ll give it to you on the house,” they said.

“that’s so kind of you, but i can’t possibly accept it for no charge,” you replied.

“i insist. in the spirit of the holiday.” they handed the bottle over to you, and you accepted it gently. but as they turned away, you quickly reached into your pocket and grabbed a bit of money to leave for a tip.

“have a wonderful life day,” you said, and they smiled and waved as you left the canteen. and suddenly, your hope for life day had been risen again.

***

life day had gotten here a lot faster than you realized, but for the first time in a while, you were more than excited. you and poe had agreed to exchange gifts that night, and you figured that would be the perfect time to give him the bottle of phattro. so as night rolled around, you were practically bouncing in your seat.

“someones’s excited. can’t remember the last time you were this eager for gift exchange,” poe teased as he sat beside you.

“well, i think you’re really gonna love this one. mind if i give it to you first?” you asked.

“not at all. think i went first last time, anyways. have at it,” he said with a smile.

“perfect. okay, close your eyes, then hole out your hands.”

he did as you instructed, and then you set the bottle into his palms. when his fingers wrapped around it, his eyes opened, and you swore you saw them sparkle.

“is this … no way, how did you find this stuff?” he asked looking to you with bright eyes and a wide smile. “i haven’t been able to get my hands on it for weeks!”

“i got really lucky. they had a bottle of it at the canteen, last one in stock. bartender said hardly anyone ever asks for it,” you said, and he leaned forward to kiss you gently.

“this is amazing, thank you. say, before i give you your gift, mind grabbing two glasses from the kitchen so we can crack this open to celebrate?” he asked.

“not at all. be right back.” you kissed his cheek and got up, heading into your kitchen. you could hear him moving around the main room as you grabbed the glasses. but when you came back into the room, you nearly dropped them in surprise.

poe was down on one knee, with a small box in his hands that was opened up to reveal a glittering ring.

“poe dameron …” you whispered, and he chuckled, using his shoulder to wipe a tear from his eye.

“i swear i’m not trying to one up your gift,” he started, and you laughed, bringing one hand to cover your mouth. “but we’ve been together for a long time, and i can’t picture my life without you. you’re all i’ve ever needed, and all i want for this life day, and every one in the future, is you. so … would you make me the happiest man in the galaxy and marry me?”

you voice failed you, so all you could do was nod and set the glasses down before walking to him. he took your hand and slid the ring onto your finger, then stood to press a kiss to your lips. you couldn’t have imagined a better life day celebration, and now, you had a bottle of phattro to split to really celebrate.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron #poe dameron ficmas #12 days of ficmas 2023 #lilacliquors ficmas 2023

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nerdieforpedro · 1 year ago

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The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 2

Fanfics that I am currently reading or re-read because they’re that good!! 😊

This list is for those aged 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they are there for a reason.

Crawling Back to You Author: @prolix-yuy

(Dieter Bravo x female reader) There’s a secret that Hollywood has been keeping from us that explains so much. Found out I find horns sexy.

This Charming Man

Author: @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

(Frankie Morales x OFC Camilla) No one said Frankie had to be good all the time. To be fair, he's had some major life events. He's unhinged but also sweet. He's got layers. Some of the layers are concerning. Make sure to check the warnings before reading. Dark fluff!

Dr. WeVibe; or How Dieter Bravo Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Remote Vibrator

Author: @imalrightllama (Dieter Bravo x female reader {established relationship}, Dieter Bravo x female reader x male soft Dom, Dieter Bravo x male soft Dom) This is smut. It has evolved into ultra smut and eventually reaches super ultra smut. There's also toy use. You have to read it to understand.

Opia Author: @artemiseamoon

(Ezra x black female reader) A woman's journey for a payday leads her to meet Ezra under less than ideal circumstances. The bond they form is life-long.

Kinktober 2023 Author: @palioom

Thirty one days of October - thirty one different fics each with their own theme to sink your eyeballs into. Make sure to double check warnings.

going slow Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Javier Peña x female reader) An issue that no one really speaks about but can make sexual intimacy extremely difficult. Thankfully, Javier Peña is a sweetheart and willing to take it at the reader's pace.

anytime Author: @undercoverpena

(Javier Peña x female reader) Reader and Javier have been friends for years. Seen each other through the best and worst of times. Javier's mind is rattled and there always seems to be one thing or person rather that settles him.

I like the way you Author: @undercoverpena

(Frankie Morales x female reader) Reader is friends with Frankie. An offhand remark leads a becoming friends with benefits. What could go wrong? Feelings? No one agreed to that.

When the west was wild Author: @boliv-jenta

(Silva x OFC) Nine part story about a woman living alone in the west. An injured strange changes her life, for better, for worse? Read and find out.

Be all and Endor Jyr’ika Author: @djarins-cyare

(Din Darin x OFC) An epic love story told over 40 chapters. Use the bathroom, get a blanket and get comfy, there's reading to be done.

Darkness Author: @ezrasbirdie

(Ezra x female reader) We all know Ezra has explored many ways, things and positions. One that he has not explored is our reader. He's a bit scuzzy, but a gentleman - mostly. You gotta invite him in, give him the ok.

Moonlit Serenades Author: @geminimoonbeamx

(Poe Dameron x plus size female reader) Poe needs some comfort after a tough mission that only the reader can provide.

Headshots Author: @secretelephanttattoo

(Marcus Pike x OFC Ella) Turns out reader's new job as a photographer for the FBI changes her path in life forever. The job was temporary but the relationship was for life.

The Gift Author: @mandoisapunk

(Javier Peña x female reader) Sweet Javier Peña fluff. Reader's gift to Javi is life changing. I'm not crying, you are!

An American in Paris Author: @absurdthirst

(Ezra x female reader) If you ever wondered what Ezra would be doing in the late 1940's after WWII. Our man went to Paris where he meets the reader. This pic had me at Ezra in Paris and then held on to me tight and tossed my feelings around like a rag doll.

To hold you tonight Author: @iamasaddie

(Marcus Pike x female reader) Dark! Marcus has a very dark spin in this one shot. He also has a love a statues that extends to the reader. Please read the warnings before reading.

Full of colors. Author: @trulybetty

(Tim Rockford x female reader) Tim’s working a difficult case, you’ve got work piled on the table. Quality time is needed. A walk-in shower is a treat.

Dry Run Author: @chronically-ghosted

(Javier Peña x female reader) Anyone who may have questioned if dancing with THE Javier Peña in a club was sexy or not - your answer is here.

Tired Author: @javierpena-inatacvest

(Javier Peña x female reader) It’s date night for you and your husband Javier Peña. Everything that could have gone wrong, has. You are stressed out. Date night was not what you’d planned at all.

Diosa Hermosa Author: @fhatbhabie

(Javier Peña x plus size female reader) Javier finds the reader to be the sexiest vision he could see in the museum.

Preciously Plump Author: @melodygatesauthor

(Santiago Garcia x plus size female reader) Our reader is a bit self-conscious, Santiago has her get over that quickly.

Dirty Secrets Author: @absurdthirst

(Dave York x female reader) Your husband Dave is suspicious about your change in behavior. He endeavors to find out the reason why.

#fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #oscar issac characters #plus size fanfiction #Pedro pascal characters x plus size charcters #Oscar Issac characters x plus size #javier pena #Dave york #santiago garcia #marcus pike #dieter bravo #pedro pascal fanfiction #tim rockford #din djarin #silva strange way of life #frankie catfish morales #Nerdie’s recs

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supersaiyanjedi14 · 9 months ago

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SABEZRA DAY 2024

Prompt: Speaking Love Language/Free

@sabezraweek

*My AU; Ezra looks to communicate his feelings in a way Sabine will instantly understand. If only his sources of guidance weren’t butting heads.*

“This right?”

“Almost. It needs a bit more of a curve around…here.”

“That’s exactly where you pointed last time.”

“And it’s not right yet.”

“Why didn’t you say so before?”

“Do you want my help or not?”

“I’m seriously starting to wonder if I do!”

Throwing up his hands, Ezra marched away from the work bench, resisting the urge to smack the other man in the mouth. He had been working on this for the past week, every second of his precious little spare time dedicated to making it perfect. When preparing a gift for the woman you love, you naturally feel compelled to make sure it is just that. On paper, consulting someone familiar with the designs you are tying to replicate would be an ideal situation.

In practice, the fact that the only one available is the brother of the object of your affection, a brother who seems to relish in being as annoying as possible, makes the situation a bit more complicated.

Tristan laughed at Ezra’s dramatic distress. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s a lot closer than it was when you started.”

“Yeah?” Ezra replied sharply, “Well maybe, next time, get the big details right on correction #1, not #17.”

“I didn’t correct it that many times.” Tristan protested.

Ezra rolled his eyes. “Wanna bet? I’ve been keeping track.”

“What’s all the commotion?”

Turning to the new voice, Ezra saw three men walking into the rec room. One of them, garbed in a pilot’s fighter jacket, was only familiar to Ezra by reputation. The other two, a second Mandalorian in blue armor and an officer with a dashing cape across his shoulders, were far better known.

“Hey, Lando, Rau.” Ezra greeted his friends. He turned to the other two. “Lt. Janson, right?”

“That’s me, sir.” The pilot responded with a light salute.

“At ease, at ease.” He turned back to Lando. “Not much. Tristan’s just being difficult.”

“For the love of-“

“Relax, Tristan,” Fenn Rau reprimanded the younger Mandalorian. “You should know better than to be baited by his teasing by now.” Rau turned to the bench. “Ah,” he realized, “still working on this little pet project for Sabine?”

“If I meet Master Wren’s exceptional standards,” Ezra flamboyantly gestured to a pouting Tristan, “it should be done soon.” He held up his work for the others to see. “What do you guys think?” he asked.

Lando nodded. “Not bad. Though I think working on it out here in the open might be risky. In my experience, the best gifts come with an element of surprise.”

Rau groaned. “Really, Calrissian?”

“Just giving him some pointers.”

Janson snorted loudly. “From you? That’s rich.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” Tristan shot back. “Wasn’t it that Mirialan on Onderon that you scared off by eight parsecs?”

Janson’s face went red. “it was one time, Wren, one-“

“Okay, enough.” Ezra cut in before an argument about Wes Janson’s love life could break out. “And to answer your question, Lando, don’t worry. Everyone in this room is sworn to secrecy.” He turned to the far side to the man in commando fatigues watching a holodrama. “Isn’t that right, Dameron?”

Dameron paused his show and raised a hand. “Silent as the grave, Commander!”

Sadly, Ezra’s attempt to avert conflagration were futile. Janson regained a measure of his flair and turned to the commando. “Oh,” he said in a slow, sarcastic tone. “So he rejects our sage advise, but turns to you?”

Dameron got up at the challenge. “He doesn’t ask anything. If he did, though, I’d happily offer him tips.”

“Oh, so you’re an expert on romance?”

“Well, considering I’m the only one in this room who’s married, yeah, I’d say I am.”

“So what? I’d actually be able to-“

“He didn’t want Calrissian’s schmoozing tips,” Rau cut in, “why would he want yours?”

“Schmoozing?” Lando blurted out in mild offense. “I’ll have you know-“

“Oh, give it a rest.”

“I don’t see you adding anything, Wren.”

“Maybe because I don’t have anything to compensate for.”

“Why you little-!”

Whatever the conversation had turned to was thankfully muffled once Ezra slid the door to the rec room shut. He considered putting the project on himself for a little extra filtering.

“Romantic advise isn’t that helpful tonight, is it?”

Turning around with a jolt, Ezra instinctively hid his gift behind his back, but relaxed when he saw the Twi’lek standing there. He let out an exasperated breath. “You have no idea.”

“You’d be surprised.” Hera grinned. She turned to look at what Ezra was holding. “So that’s what you’ve been slipping out to work on.”

Ezra nodded and looked down at it. “I wanted to do something up her own alley, you know? Show her how I feel in a way she can understand the best.”

Hera looked at the gift. “I think it’s beautiful.” She smiled warmly. “Sabine’s going to love it.”

“You sure?”

Hera shook her head and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Positive. Besides,” she murmured as she walked off, “it’s not like she can’t already read you like a datapad.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

Ezra just shrugged.

A few hours later, there was a knock on the door to Sabine’s cabin. Setting her airbrush down, she walked over to answer. She was greeted by the sight of her smiling boyfriend, who was holding a hastily wrapped mass in his hands.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” she answered brightly. She gestured to the package. “What’s that?”

“Let me in and I’ll show you.”

“Hmmm,” Sabine mused, “I don’t know. Strange men coming to my door bearing unexpected gifts. I think my mother warned me about such things.”

Ezra’s face warmed a bit. “Strange? Lady Wren, I must protest.”

Sabine let out a laugh. “Come on, get in here.”

Regaining his composure, Ezra smiled and strode into Sabine’s quarters, the door closing behind him. The two sat on her bunk and Ezra passed her the present.

“Go on,” he said. “Open it.”

Normal, Sabine would have been happy to play hard to get. Even all these years later, that light teasing they engaged in hadn’t faded away. Experience often allowed one to see things others would not be able to perceive so easily, and the two of them had a knack for wrapping their earnest remarks in layers of sass, a little puzzle to piece through. Now though, her curiosity got the better of her. She quickly tore the flimsi off in one swipe.

Her eyes widened at the sight before her. It was a shoretrooper helmet, but decidedly non-regulation. The tan helm was now a vivid magenta, with blue markings along the jowels and orange stripes across the nose. The forehead was adorned with a pair of purple arches, with a bright green spot right in the middle. It took only a few seconds for her to recognize the markings. The Nite-Owl, just as what her own helmet bore. And looking closer at the blue markings, she saw them clearly. The jaig eyes, the mark of honor for courage. A little stylized and not in the traditional place, but jaig eyes all the same.

“Wow,” she said in genuine wonder. Ezra wasn’t exactly the artist type, yet she could see dedication a parsec away. He had clearly gone the extra mile to do something in her own style. Not quite as complex as her own work, but the care he had placed into this was undeniable. “This is…Ezra this is amazing!”

“Thanks,” he said as he placed a hand behind his head in a bashful look. “The helmet came from that mission to Valo a couple months back. I asked Tristan about how to do the symbols right, though the hard part was finding the right shades of paint.”

Sabine’s eyes snapped back to the helmet at that last word. Paint. Color. Ezra wouldn’t have chosen just anything. Taking a careful look at the gift, she began to unpack what she saw.

In Mandalorian tradition, certain colors held significant meaning. Many warriors were known to paint their armor with specific colors to represent their chosen undertakings and causes. While Sabine had never been picky enough to stick to one hue for a mission, she knew the significance of these shades by heart. She checked off what she saw.

Blue jaig eyes on the sides. A green center to the Nite Owl. The orange nose stripes. The pink and purple base.

Blue, for reliability. Someone who you could always count on come hell or high water.

Green, for duty. For a person driven to uphold whatever they believed in and see it through to the end.

Orange, for a lust for life. Someone who treasured every day, every experience, and everyone they shared it with.

Purple and pink had no explicit meaning to Mandalorians. But they didn’t need one. Those colors spoke of something more specific. Someone more specific. Someone who considered those colors her personal favorites. Someone who exemplified all the other colors on the helmet, yet was something all her own. Someone the creator of this masterpiece loved above all else.

Ezra had been babbling on about his ongoing work for the past minute, but the deep kiss she quickly pulled him into shut him up. No other words were needed. He could tell exactly what she was thinking.

#star wars #sabezra #ezra bridger #sabine wren #sabezraweek #sabezraday2024 #happy valentine's day

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emma23 · 23 hours ago

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In the mind of Poe Dameron:

Poe dameron x reader

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The corridors of the Resistance base on Ajan Kloss buzzed with activity. Pilots prepped for the next sortie, engineers tinkered with malfunctioning droids, and strategists debated plans over a map of the galaxy. Amid the controlled chaos, Poe Dameron leaned against the side of his beloved X-Wing, Black One, lost in thought.

Well, not just any thoughts—thoughts of you.

You had joined the Resistance a few months ago, a skilled mechanic with a knack for fixing anything that had wires or bolts. Your unassuming nature and quick wit had caught Poe’s eye almost immediately. But what started as friendly banter between you two had quickly spiraled into something far more complicated in Poe’s mind. He’d never been good at hiding his feelings, especially when they involved someone as compelling as you.

What Poe didn’t know was that you were hiding something, too. Your entire life, you had been able to read minds, a gift—or curse, depending on the situation—that you’d managed to keep secret from everyone. It wasn’t that you enjoyed prying into other people’s thoughts; it was more that you couldn’t help it. Thoughts would flood into your mind without your consent, and you’d become adept at pretending not to hear them.

But Poe’s thoughts? Those were something else entirely.

The way you looked in your grease-stained overalls, a few strands of hair escaping your messy bun, made Poe’s heart skip a beat.

“Oh, hey,” Poe stammered, his usual charm momentarily short-circuited.

“Hey yourself,” you grinned, noticing the slight pink tinge that spread across his cheeks. You could feel his thoughts racing, a jumbled mess of admiration, nervousness, and…something about your hands? You didn’t dig deeper, but the intensity of his thoughts made it impossible to ignore.

“You look like you’re planning to steal an X-Wing and fly off into the sunset,” you teased, trying to keep your voice light.

Poe chuckled awkwardly. “Nah, just…you know, thinking about the next mission.”

But you knew better. He was thinking about you—again. You couldn’t help but feel a bit flattered, even if it was slightly uncomfortable to be the object of such intense, albeit unspoken, affection.

“Right,” you nodded, focusing back on the task at hand. “Well, I need to check the thruster alignment. You mind giving me a hand?”

Poe jumped at the opportunity. “Of course! Anything to help out,” he said, perhaps a bit too eagerly.

You laughed softly, knowing exactly what was going through his mind. His thoughts were loud and clear

You cut off the thought before it could finish, focusing instead on the wiring in front of you. This was going to be a long day.

Later that evening, the Resistance had gathered for a debriefing. Poe sat at one of the long tables in the war room, surrounded by fellow pilots and soldiers, but he was barely paying attention. His mind kept drifting back to you. He could still hear your laugh, see the way your eyes sparkled when you got excited about a particularly challenging repair.

Man, she’s got it all—brains, beauty, and she’s tough. What more could a guy ask for?

You bit back a smile, forcing yourself to focus on the briefing. General Leia was talking strategy, something about the First Order's latest movements. But all you could hear was Poe’s mental voice, musing over how you might respond if he ever worked up the courage to ask you out.

Maybe I could take her to that little cantina on Pasaana. It’s quiet there, cozy. Just the two of us…

You tried to suppress the flutter in your chest. You had to admit, Poe’s thoughts were endearing, even if they were a bit overwhelming at times. His attraction to you was genuine, his admiration sincere. But he had no idea that you knew every single detail of his fantasies. The thought was both amusing and a little daunting.

Suddenly, a nudge at your shoulder brought you back to the present. Finn, sitting beside you, gave you a questioning look. “You okay? You seem distracted.”

You quickly nodded. “Yeah, just thinking about some repairs I need to finish,” you lied, casting a quick glance at Poe.

Finn followed your gaze and smirked knowingly. “Right, repairs,” he said, not convinced for a second. He had noticed the way Poe looked at you, and he wasn’t the only one.

Before you could respond, General Leia’s voice cut through the room. “Poe, are you with us?”

Poe snapped out of his thoughts, sitting up straight. “Yes, General! Uh, just…going over the plan in my head.”

Leia raised an eyebrow, not buying it. “Good. Then you’ll have no problem leading the strike team tomorrow.”

Poe nodded enthusiastically. “Of course, General. I’m ready.”

As the briefing continued, you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself. If only Leia knew what Poe had really been thinking about.

The next day, Poe was even more distracted. You had spent the morning working on the same X-Wing, and every time you got close, Poe’s thoughts went into overdrive. It was almost too much to handle. You found yourself having to concentrate harder to keep from bursting out laughing.

By the time the mission was about to start, you could tell that Poe was off his game. His usual confidence seemed a bit shaky, and you knew exactly why. The moment you stepped into the hangar, his thoughts zeroed in on you.

Focus, Dameron. This is a mission, not a date. But damn, she looks good in that flight suit…

You shot him a quick smile, which only made him more flustered. “Ready for this?” you asked, keeping your tone casual.

Poe nodded, a bit too quickly. “Yeah, totally. Let’s do this.”

The mission itself was routine—a quick strike against a small First Order outpost. But even in the heat of battle, Poe couldn’t stop thinking about you.

She’s incredible. How does she stay so calm under fire? I wonder if she ever thinks about me the way I think about her…

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing as you fired at an incoming TIE fighter. Poe’s thoughts were so focused on you that it was a wonder he could fly at all. But despite his wandering mind, Poe was still Poe—he pulled off daring maneuvers and took out enemies with precision.

When the mission was over and the Resistance forces were heading back to base, you finally decided to have a little fun with Poe. After all, if you were going to endure his daydreams all day, you might as well get something out of it.

“Hey, Poe,” you said over the comm, your voice light and teasing.

“Yeah?” he responded, sounding a bit breathless after the fight.

“You ever been to that cantina on Pasaana?”

There was a brief silence on the other end, and you could practically feel Poe’s panic.

How does she know?

“I mean,” you continued, “it sounds like a nice place. Quiet, cozy. Just the two of us…”

Poe’s heart skipped a beat, and you could sense his confusion. “Uh, yeah, it’s…a nice spot,” he managed to say. “How did you know about that place?”

You grinned to yourself, deciding to let him stew for a bit longer. “Just a guess,” you said nonchalantly. “Maybe you can take me there sometime.”

Poe’s thoughts were a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety.

Did she just ask me out? Wait, am I dreaming? This has to be a dream…

“No dream, Poe,” you said, unable to keep the amusement out of your voice. “I’m very much awake.”

There was another pause, and then Poe’s voice came over the comm, more serious now. “Okay, this is freaking me out. How are you doing that?”

You laughed softly. “Doing what?”

“Reading my mind!” Poe blurted out, sounding both amazed and a little unnerved. “You can read my mind, can’t you?”

You could hear the incredulity in his voice, and you decided it was time to come clean. “Yeah, Poe, I can. I’ve been able to do it for as long as I can remember,” you admitted, trying to keep your tone light despite the seriousness of the revelation.

Poe was silent for a moment, and you could practically feel the gears turning in his mind. He was trying to process this new information, and you could sense his mixture of awe, confusion, and—of course—embarrassment.

“All this time…” Poe began slowly, his voice filled with realization, “you’ve been hearing everything I’ve thought about you?”

“Pretty much,” you replied, grinning even though he couldn’t see you. “But don’t worry, Poe, your secret’s safe with me.”

There was another long pause, during which you could almost hear the sound of Poe’s heart hammering in his chest.

“Okay, okay,” Poe finally said, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips. “This is… wow. I’m not sure if I should be embarrassed or impressed.”

“A little bit of both wouldn’t hurt,” you teased, enjoying the way he was squirming on the other end of the comm.

“So…you know that I—” Poe hesitated, clearly flustered, but also feeling a sudden surge of determination. “That I like you? A lot?”

You sighed softly, your heart warming at his earnestness. “Yeah, Poe. I know. And I’ve gotta say, it’s kind of cute how much you think about me.”

“Cute, huh?” Poe said, trying to sound more confident now. “Well, I guess that’s better than weird.”

“I wouldn’t say weird,” you replied thoughtfully. “More like…endearing.”

Poe let out a small, relieved laugh. “So, does this mean you’re actually considering that cantina date?”

You smiled, feeling a pleasant flutter in your chest. “I think I am, Dameron. Just as long as you promise not to overthink it.”

“Deal,” Poe said quickly, and you could sense his excitement. “And, uh, if you ever feel like sharing what you’re thinking… you know, to even the playing field…”

You chuckled. “I think I’ll keep you guessing a little longer.”

The conversation left Poe in a daze, even as he landed his X-Wing back at the base. As he climbed out of the cockpit, he spotted you across the hangar, already busy with some repairs. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to go for it.

“Hey,” he called out, walking over to you. “About that date…”

You looked up from your work, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t we already talk about this?”

“Yeah, but I figured it’s better to ask in person,” Poe said, rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, just in case you can’t read my mind all the time.”

“Fair enough,” you said, standing up and wiping your hands on a rag. “So, when do we leave?”

Poe blinked, caught off guard by your straightforwardness. “Uh, how about tomorrow evening? After the next briefing?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “Sounds good. But, Poe?”

“Yeah?” he asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

“If you spend the whole date worrying about what I’m thinking, I’ll know,” you warned, your tone playful but firm.

Poe laughed, shaking his head. “I’ll do my best. But I can’t promise I won’t be wondering how I got this lucky.”

You chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Just be yourself, Dameron. That’s more than enough.”

Poe beamed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then,” he said, giving you a lopsided grin before heading off to the barracks, already counting down the hours until your date.

The cantina on Pasaana was just as Poe had imagined it—quiet, cozy, and perfect for a first date. The low lighting and soft music created an intimate atmosphere, and for once, Poe managed to push aside his nerves and focus on the fact that he was actually here with you.

You had to admit, the place was charming. You sat across from Poe, sipping on a drink and enjoying the comfortable silence between you two. Despite everything, Poe was handling the whole mind-reading thing surprisingly well.

“So,” Poe said, breaking the silence, “you’ve probably already heard me rehearsing this in my head, but… I just wanted to say that I’m really glad you agreed to come out with me.”

“I did catch a bit of that,” you admitted with a smile. “But it’s nice to hear it out loud.”

Poe chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. “I’ll try to keep my thoughts in check, but it’s harder than I thought. Especially when I’m sitting here with you.”

You couldn’t help but feel a little flutter of warmth at his words. “Don’t worry too much about it, Poe. I’m used to it by now.”

“Yeah, but I want to make a good impression,” Poe said earnestly. “I mean, you already know how much I like you, but I want this to be more than just… you know, me thinking about it.”

You reached across the table and placed your hand over his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re doing fine, Poe. Just relax. I’m here because I want to be.”

Poe looked down at your hand on his, and his heart swelled.

She’s amazing. How did I get this lucky?

You smiled softly, not needing to read his mind to know what he was thinking. “So, tell me more about you. What’s it like being the best pilot in the galaxy?”

Poe grinned, grateful for the shift in topic. “Well, it’s not all glory and adventure. There’s a lot of responsibility that comes with it. But I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Yeah? Even with all the close calls and near-death experiences?” you teased.

Poe shrugged, his smile turning a bit more serious. “It’s all part of the job. But it’s worth it, knowing we’re making a difference. And having people like you around makes it a little easier.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. “You’re sweet, Poe.”

He laughed softly, his eyes sparkling. “I try.”

The rest of the evening passed in a comfortable, easygoing rhythm. You and Poe talked about everything and nothing—your favorite planets, embarrassing childhood stories, and the various shenanigans that had occurred during missions. Despite the initial awkwardness of his mind being an open book to you, Poe relaxed more and more as the night went on.

Eventually, the two of you decided to take a walk outside, the night air cool and refreshing after the warmth of the cantina. The desert sands of Pasaana stretched out under the starlit sky, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of peace as you walked side by side with Poe.

“So,” Poe said after a while, “how do you usually deal with all the thoughts you hear? Doesn’t it get overwhelming?”

You sighed softly, considering his question. “It can be, sometimes. But I’ve learned to filter it out, focus on the important stuff. Most of the time, people’s thoughts are just background noise.”

“Guess I’m the exception, huh?” Poe asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

You chuckled. “Yeah, you could say that. But it’s not a bad thing. It’s… refreshing, actually. You’re not afraid to feel things, Poe. That’s rare.”

Poe looked at you, his expression softening. “I’m glad you think so. Because, honestly? I’m not sure what I’d do if I had to keep all of this to myself.”

You stopped walking and turned to face him, your gaze meeting his. “You don’t have to keep anything to yourself, Poe. Not with me.”

Poe’s breath hitched slightly, and for a moment, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. The cool breeze ruffled your hair, and Poe reached up, gently tucking a strand behind your ear. His touch was soft, almost hesitant, as if he were afraid of crossing a line.

But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into his touch, your heart beating a little faster.

Poe swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

You smiled, your voice just as soft. “Then why don’t you?”

Poe didn’t need to be told twice. He closed the distance between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was as sweet as it was tender. It was a moment that had been building between you two for weeks, and now that it was finally happening, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

When you finally pulled away, Poe rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed as he took a deep breath. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted.

You smiled, your heart swelling with affection. “I know.”

Poe laughed softly, the sound filled with relief and happiness. “Of course you did.”

The two of you stood there for a while, just enjoying the closeness, the quiet intimacy of the moment. Poe’s thoughts were calm now, content, and you could feel the weight of his affection for you, unspoken but deeply felt.

As you walked back to the cantina, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something new, something that went beyond just the physical connection. It was a bond built on trust, understanding, and a mutual respect.

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INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 4

INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. Are there going to be more parts? Absolutely.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6

Word count: 11K

Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; Force Awakens plot; lots of Kylo in this part, bits of Poe Dameron as well; soft Hux with feelings appears; one or two curse words?; jealousy; whole lotta teasing; smut: oral job (m receiving), cum tasting, passionate, sexual suggestions, make up sex?, unprotected, piv

It was always nice to sleep in a warm, comfortable bed when there was a snowstorm outside, not bothering you in any way. It was even nicer when you woke up in the arms of a loved one... Or with a loved one in your arms.

That's how Y/N and Armitage woke up after one of the best nights in their lives. They smiled at each other in the bliss of the moment, feeling so content, so warm... Hux was about to go even furhter in becoming vulnerable around her and leaned a little to kiss her on the forehead with a sincere smile on his face. His lips were mere inches from her when...

She sat up suddenly, then immediately slid off his tall bed, disappointing him greatly.

"Where are you going?" he asked, still a bit sleepy.

"What do you mean?" She turned to him with raised eyebrows, giving him the chance to adore her in the black bathrobe she had fallen asleep

in. "We're late already, and I have to get to my station before..."

"Come back here," he cut her off sharply.

She sighed, wondering why he was playing this game when they both knew what had to be done.

"Armitage, you know I can't."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Am I not the one here who says what people can and can't do? Come back here, it was an order."

At this point Y/N could see he was not playing around. With no other option, she did come back to him, and he hugged her almost possessively.

"And what now?"

"You're staying with me today," he announced.

"And work?"

"Firstly, the snowstorm is still raging. They'll be clearing this up all day," he said matter-of-factly. "Secondly, today is my birthday."

Birthday. Did it even mean anything? Ever since Hux could remember, birthday has always been just a day he was born on, nothing to celebrate. He never did anything special on this day and nobody cared, not even his father while he was still alive...

But he had the slightest hope Y/N might care.

He watched her face carefully as she raised her head to look at him in utter shock.

"Your birthday? And you didn't even tell me!" She smacked his chest lightly. "Not like I would be able to give you a gift, but..."

"The best gift will be you staying here," he said before he even thought about it, and she had no idea it would be the first gift in his life.

He spoke sincerely, so a sincere smile appeared on her face.

"In that case, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered and kissed his chest, snuggling into him again, and for that moment, he could sell his soul, and maybe the entire galaxy, too.

"I'll take care of the essentials, then," he said and then reached for one of the buttons on his nightstand. "Keep quiet for now," he added, then proceeded to press the button.

Never has Hux ever thought he'd be talking to the holo of one of his subordinates with a girl snuggled into his chest, but there he was, doing just that.

"Yes, General?"

"Report on the situation," he commanded in a voice that gave her goosebumps.

"The storm is slowly dying down. Soon we will be able to send out the Firetroopers."

"Right then. Order a droid to bring breakfast to my quarters. The same as yesterday, doubled. And tell everyone not to disturb me today unless it's urgent."

"Understood, General."

"And more tarine tea."

"Yes, sir, sending the order right now."

Hux ended the call and turned back to Y/N, content.

"You can choose the dinner later," he said as if to explain why he didn't even ask what she wanted.

Unthinkable. General Hux explained himself to his inferior.

She raised her hands a little as if surrendering.

"It's your birthday, I would not dare."

He had to think about these words for a moment. It was something completely new to him... And he felt comfortable enough with her to admit it.

"I have never celebrated my birthday before," he said quietly, surprising her greatly.

"Never? Not even as a child?"

"Never, Y/N," he repeated harshly, then regretted it immediately. "I have never been given a gift, either."

"Oh, Armitage..." she whispered, then ran a hand through his hair affectionately while it was in its rare, imperfect state.

His words saddened her greatly. More and more often Hux appeared in her mind as not the harsh, ruthless General he was when she first met him, but a broken man, just trying to thrive in the

brutal world they found themselves in. If you showed any weakness at all, the others would kill you... And it seemed like she was his only weakness for now.

"I would love to do something for you. I don't know, maybe prepare breakfast...?"

"Should I send you down to the kitchens, then?"

"Oh, you know what I mean." She rolled his yes, and then a mischievous grin appeared on her face. "I do have an idea, though..."

Before he could ask her what it was, her hand was already under the sheets, moving along the side of his body right to his thigh. She began touching him between his legs without any warning, making him let out a sigh of surprise. Seconds later, she was crawling towards the foot of the bed, then threw the sheets off of him. He only had his own bathrobe on.

She untied it quickly to reveal his naked body,

but there was one particular spot she focused on.

Hux already knew what she was going to do, and the thought alone made him hotter. It was one of his fantasies he didn't get the chance to fullfil - yet. When she made sure he wasn't against it, but watched her with hope in his eyes, she clasped her hand around his length. He swallowed hard as she began moving it up and down, and he really didn't much to get hard.

That was the moment she could proceed to the next part of her plan. She opened her mouth to lick along his shaft, long and slow, making him let out a loud sigh. She wanted to hear it again, so she licked him a few more times starting from his balls as she kept on moving her hand along.

As more and more saliva gathered in her mouth, she spit some of it onto his penis, right before...

"Fuck, Y/N." He rasped as her mouth closed around his cock, earning a sensation he had never experienced before.

She smiled to herself after that.

"Enjoy yourself," she whispered before putting his penis back into her mouth. At that moment, she wanted him to feel pleasure, and so she began sucking on him, taking as much of him as she could without gagging.

He closed his eyes, forgetting about the entire universe and letting himself enjoy every second. He had never had this done to him, and the pleasure was almost unbelievable. When he thought about how she could do that on her knees, somewhere under his desk, it made him even more aroused.

They both heard a loud, electronical buzz - it meant the food had arrived - but it was the last thing either of them cared about at that moment. A loud grunt escaped Hux's lips, prompting Y/N to speed up her pace, and that was enough to bring him over the edge.

Seconds later, his body began shaking with the

orgasm she brought him. He cummed all over her face, and he opened his eyes to see that.

When he saw everything dripping down her face he knew it was a view which was going to be engraved in his memory for a long time, if not forever. It immediately made him wish to try that on other parts of her body, but that had to wait - the orgasm he had just experienced definitely required a cooldown.

Y/N stood up slowly, wiping the cum off her lips. It was a new experience for her as well, but the only thing that mattered then was that he was satisfied.

"Salty," she said, having felt the taste of his cum on her tongue. "Just like you," she added with a laugh, breathing heavily.

"I'll tell you how you taste next time," he replied, his chest raising and going down quickly.

She just smiled proudly, then looked to her side

at the door to the bathroom.

"I'll go... Brush my teeth," she said eventually.

He followed her quickly and they both took a quick shower together before putting on comfortable clothes and going into his office to get the food. They sat in his bed to eat it, and Hux didn't even worry about making a mess - his sheets were already stained, so Hux was going to send them to laundry anyways.

"What was that call just now?" Y/N asked curiously, settling herself right next to her lover after coming out of the bathroom.

"Ren," Armitage replied with disgust. "He wanted to take a squad to do Maker knows what. I let him just to have peace. Besides, I think he asked more to annoy me than to get something he really needed."

"Oh... He really likes pissing you off, doesn't he?"

"Mhm." Hux hummed, taking a bite out of his breakfast. "You've never told me how the two of you actually met," he added suddenly.

Y/N looked up from her plate, wondering how to word the story so as not to piss the General off even more.

"Well, my father was a pilot," she began. "He was teaching Kylo about our ships the first time he came here. I was still studying to be a medic at the time. Kylo got injured and my father was like, hey, my daughter can patch you up... I think he wanted us to get together back then."

Hux wasn't a big fan of this last bit of the story, but he didn't comment on it. He got another question instead.

"And how come someone like you clicked with him?"

"I was just... Unimpressed by his tantrums, I guess. And I was genuinely interested in knowing

more about him. He said no one really did, not even his family."

"Wonder why." Hux scoffed, making her chuckle.

"Kylo... Isn't really that awful, really." She looked back at her plate, looking for the best bits with her fork. "It just depends when and how you approach him..."

"Oh, alright, I don't want to listen to any more of it," he cut her off, shaking his head. "Especially today."

"Right... Because today is your day," she said with a beam. She leaned a little towards him to cup his face with one hand.

"Happy birthday," she whispered, and then kissed him straight on the lips, long enoigh to let him bathe in the bliss of the moment.

He had never heard that. And no matter where life took him, he would never forget that day.

They spent the entire day together, eating, talking, and just enjoying each other's company away from the prying eyes. But when the evening rolled around, Y/N know the fairytale had to end.

She was sitting against the headboard with Armitage's head in her lap, giving him a head massage. He was sure he had not felt this relaxed in months, years maybe, thus forgetting about the harsh reality that was facing them.

"Armitage... My shift would be almost done now..." Y/N said sadly, having looked at tiny the holotable next to his bed. "I hate it, but... I think I really need to get going soon."

Hux, who was, at that point, in complete bliss, opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, leaving her surprised. He looked at her and watched her searchingly for a moment, hesitating... And eventually shook his head, having come to a decision.

"Fuck this. I don't want you to go."

He said that in a way which made her shiver. She didn't want to leave, obviously, but she knew she had to be rational.

"But you know we have already..."

"Nobody knows you're here," he cut her off, "and if someone asks, I sent you to do something off planet or whatever. I don't care at this point. Stay here."

Hux was determined. Not only because it was his birthday, but also because he simply couldn't get enough of her. All these moments they spent together were nourishing the feelings he had for her, as if watering a flower that was just about to bloom.

She looked him in the eye and there were sincere emotions written all over his face. She could almost feel him pleading even if he didn't say

anything else. Y/N was also in so much joy it was hard to express; how was she to refuse?

"You know I want to," she uttered eventually.

"Then why don't you, if your commander himself allows it?"

She didn't even open her mouth to argue, because she didn't want to. Instead, she allowed him to grab her hips and pull her towards himself to close the distance between them in a passionate kiss.

It sealed the deal. They both gave into their dreams and she stayed with him for one more night, even if they knew how risky it was.

They fell asleep in each other's arms, just like they woke up, and both of them wished they could start and end their day like this more often.

The next day, there was no other option. They had to part and show themselves to the other soldiers separately so that no one would suspect

anything. They resumed their duties at once, and Y/N made sure not to even look at him on the rare occasions he showed up anywhere near her, however, it was becoming harder and harder for him to restrain himself.

And Kylo Ren himself was about to make everything even more complicated.

It had been five long days, especially for Y/N who got her period. She and Hux did not exchange a single word, they did not meet the other's eyes, and they just kept themselves busy with their duties - but it did not mean they were not thinking about each other, especially at night, when they wished they could be next to the other person.

And then one day Kylo Ren forced Hux to call a meeting of all officers, claiming he had important information. Y/N was kind of excited to join it, since it was her first meeting as a lieutenant, and found it even more exciting when she entered the conference room.

General Hux was already there, sitting by the long, black table with red markings, and the seat on his right was still empty. As soon as he saw her enter the room, their eyes met, making the atmosphere tense before everything even started.

He gave her a stern look, then glanced subtly at the seat beside him, giving her clear permission to sit there. She was hesitant, but she couldn't ask him whether he was sure, the decision had to be made then and there. Excitement was filling her up as she did take the seat next to him.

"General." She bowed her head as a greeting, and he bowed back, keeping his jaw clenched so as not to smile at her.

It was not a good idea to let her sit there. Even in public, they were just inches apart, starved for any form of touch... If only he could put his hand on her thigh... Or at least on her hand...

He almost forgot how attractive she looked with the ponytail and the uniform tight on her thighs and buttocks. Kriff, he had to stop himself from looking at her, otherwise someone would definitely notice, especially Kylo. But at least he knew she was right next to him, and he could protect her at any given moment if needed.

She could also feel the tension, the warmth swirling in the cool room just between the two of them. She taught herself how to avoid looking at him, but it was the first time they were this close in public for a longer period of time.

Kylo appeared in the room not much later, visibly agitated even if no one could see his face. He did not sit, but stood at the top of the table, already making Hux tick. The General rose from his seat and spoke with pure hatred:

"Now, Ren. What was so important you had to gather all of us here on such short notice?"

"You should be thanking me, General Hux," Kylo

replied through his mask. "We have just intercepted information that someone from the Resistance will be at the Canto Casino tomorrow, receiving information about the location of the map. They are still working on who it will be. Either way, we need a spy who will get this information so we can reach the location first."

"Then maybe we should send a squad there to arrest him?" one of the officers suggested.

"No, because they will change the location again and hide," Kylo retorted. "We need to do this quietly in order to surprise them. I suggest Lieutenant Y/L/N for this mission."

Hux mouth fell agape. "Why her?"

He said that before thinking, making her breatheless for that split second before Kylo replied:

"Because I said so."

"Sir, I have worked as a s..." another one of the officers spoke, but Ren was not having it.

"Will you do it?" he asked Y/N directly and she could sense Armitage's eyes on her, even though she didn't see his face.

"Of course," she replied, and she suspected Hux was fighting with himself at that very moment. Kylo knew that.

"I sense displeasure from you, General Hux."

The General gulped. It took every ounce of focus in his body not to think about Y/N at that moment the way he usually did. He regretted his earlier question immediately and had to find a quick way out. But, after all, he didn't become a general for nothing.

"Because I don't know who gave you the permission to command my soldiers," he half-lied to him.

"She agreed, so there's nothing to discuss."

Despite these words, a short discussion did ensue, but it eventually ended up in another room after Hux agreed, even if on the inside he was seething with anger. Less than ten minutes later him, Kylo and Y/N were standing in front of a screen while one of the officers, Tador, was operating it.

"We suspect it will be one of these Resistance fighters," Tador said, pushing a button to show pictures of five different people on the holo screen. "I will send their pictures and all information we have on them to Lieutenant Y/L/N's datapad."

Y/N focused her eyes on the pictures, already trying to remember each face. It was rare to get a mission that was for herself only; she wanted to do well, show off even if she had the chance.

"We also have one of our fake identities at the ready," Tador continued, clicking another button, and the screen changed again. "Inda Chonell. I'll send the profile and background story to the datapad as well... The fake ID should be ready as well..."

Hux was listening to all this and fighting the urge to scream. He was furious, and for many reasons - because he was sure Kylo did this on purpose, because he did this without consulting him, because Ren was Ren, because Y/N agreed, and, most importantly, because she was putting herself in danger. He suspected it would not change much, but he asked anyways:

"Are you certain you can do this, Lieutenant?"

Y/N turned to meet his gaze and she could read him like an open book. She could see the anger in him and she knew what that question meant; he was giving her a chance to step back, but she didn't want to. She knew she would not hear the end of it, but this wasn't the time for thinking about it, especially with Kylo in the same room.

"Yes, General. I will do my best."

"According to new information," Tador interjected suddenly, relieving the tension between Hux and Y/N for a moment, "it is most likely they're sending one of their best pilots. Poe Dameron is his name," he continued, putting up his picture on the screen.

"Listen, I don't care how you do it," Kylo said after a moment of silence, standing in front of her and, as a result, cutting her off from Hux. "Beat him, shoot him, seduce him, sleep with him if you have to, but get that information at any cost."

Hux stepped aside from behind Ren to see Y/N again, and his face was showing nothing but utter outrage. She saw that and felt a knot form in her stomach, but couldn't react as Kylo was watching her closely.

"I understand how important this is, Kylo," she replied, having cleared her throat. "And I know what to do."

"I hope."

Later Y/N received her fake identification, and Kylo scheduled a ship to take her to Canto Bight the very first thing in the morning. It seemed like everything was done and decided... But Y/N knew that things were far from over.

Hux took her to his office immediately after, and all of his movements were aggressive, even the way he locked the door after they found themselves next to his desk.

"Why did you agree to do this?" he asked immediately, having had this question on his mind ever since the meeting. His voice was raised and full of anger, and he hadn't spoken to her like this in a long time. She almost took a step back in surprise.

"What do you mean, why? This is my job."

"Nothing he tells you to do is your job," he hissed and Y/N rolled her eyes.

"You know what I mean."

"I know, but it's not you who has to do this. It's dangerous."

"Being a soldier is pretty dangerous itself," she retorted, but he was not having it.

"Not here. Not when I can keep an eye on you."

"Are you implying that I'm not good enough for this mission without your help?" She crossed her arms, suddenly riled up. "If it were someone else, you would be proud that they want to do it for the First Order!"

Her raising her voice was a surprise to him, one that flicked a switch in his head. It seemed that he still wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. Making her upset was the last thing he wanted, and he just then realised his harsh tone might have startled her, to say the least.

"Y/N," he said finally, having heaved a sigh to calm down. "Don't you understand I just don't want anything to happen to you? I do not care about this mission, I don't care about Ren... I only care about your safety."

This touched her more than one could describe. It was yet another moment when he did not say he loved her directly, but his intentions were as clear as day. For a short moment, she wondered if she will ever get to hear it from him.

"Nothing will happen to me," she said eventually, unsure if there was anything better to say. For some reason, she was not scared of this mission at all.

"Listen. You will call me the moment you land," he commanded. "And in case of any emergency, you call me and I'll be there immediately with our entire army, understood?"

"Understood, sir," she replied jokingly, brushing something off of his shoulder, and then her face fell suddenly. "Rather than my safety, there's something else I'm worried about..."

"What is it?" he asked immediately.

"If it's really this Dameron guy..." She gulped. "The easiest way to get what I want will be to seduce him. And my heart doesn't want to do that, but..."

She saw his face fall as well as he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Jealousy. The emotion which sometimes was even more destructive than anger.

"It's just for the mission," she explained herself quickly after he had not replied.

This was too many emotions for Hux to handle. He had never found himself in such a situation before - there was no one he could be jealous of, no one he cared about enough to be filled with envy if they were with someone else... And he didn't expect she would want to actually try this way Ren suggested, even if he knew it might be the safest and, potentially, the most successful one.

But somewhere deep down, it hurt him, as if he wasn't broken enough.

He didn't know what to do, just like he didn't know what pushed him to say:

"Go back to your duties, Y/N."

He didn't quite meet her eyes when he said that, and that, paired with these words, shattered her.

"You're mad at me?" she asked and the distraught look on her face made him regret his words. But he had to be left alone before he could worsen the situation; he didn't want to hurt her any further with any impulsive remarks he might make.

"No, it's just... Ren will be looking for you and he'd better not find you here."

What a pathetic excuse, he thought to himself.

"But Armitage..." she began, trying to touch his arm, but he stepped back aburptly, not allowing her to do so. At that moment, she was heartbroken - she knew he hated Kylo, but he never denied her touch, not even when they were still technically strangers...

"Just go," he muttered, avoiding her gaze again.

The moment the door closed behind her, he wanted to scream and get her back at once. He hated himself for the way he handled the situation, but it was too late, especially with her leaving soon...

He left his office while breathing heavily, adjusting his gloves nervously at the same time. Whichever soldier Hux was going to lace into was not going to have a good day.

The thoughts about what he had said to her haunted him for the entire day. He was angry with himself and wanted to fix what he had broken before she would be gone... It was the first time he felt the need to apologise to someone.

He had a Stormtrooper escort her to his quarters in the evening, under the pretense of discussing her mission further. The moment she entered his office she saw a serious face, one that was on her mind for the whole day, too. A knot in her stomach tightened as she approached the desk and heard him command the Stormtrooper to leave in a harsh voice.

The moment the door closed behind him, Hux locked it and rose from his seat, his expression softening at once.

"I can't let you leave like this," he said quietly, and Y/N shivered from the sole delicateness of his words.

"Please say you're not mad at me," she whispered, swallowing hard so as not to cry. She hated the thought of him despising her, and also worried about potential discharge had the feelings changed...

"I can't bear it. If it's that important to you, I won't go, I'll tell Ky..."

"Y/N." He interrupted, then walked around the desk to stand right in front of her and grabbed her arms. He couldn't wait any longer, not when she sounded this heartbroken, not when she was about to leave so soon...

"If there's anyone I'm mad at, it's Ren," he began. "I'm proud of you. I want you to have a successful career here. It's just..." He heaved a sigh, trying to express his feelings properly this time. "I have never had anyone in my life I worried about. I... Don't even know how to handle this."

"I promise I'll be careful. And I promise that if

anything happens, I'll call you immediately," she began talking quickly, wishing to make sure they were alright as soon as possible.

"And I'll have a squadron at the ready to come for you," he promised, getting a sigh of relief from her.

"See? It will be alright." She smiled. "I'm not your favourite for nothing, am I?"

He raised an eyebrow, extremely glad they were back to teasing. "Who said you're my favourite?"

"Oh, right after Ren, then?"

He gave her a stern stare. "Y/L/N."

She giggled, then composed herself. "Let's talk this mission through... So there are no misunderstandings."

He nodded, so she sat on his desk as he let go of her shoulders and moved to stand in between her dangling legs.

"Kylo has given me a dress and some cosmetics... I wonder how I will feel like. It's been a while since I even touched a dress."

"And I won't even get to see it," Hux said grumpily, deciding in his mind that he will get a dress for her, too... One only he could see her in.

"Maybe you will..."

He sighed. "You know all the safety precautions, right?"

He knew the answer, but he would not forgive himself if he didn't ask.

"Of course. I was a perfect student," she replied, throwing her hands around his neck. "Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me to work with you, right?"

The moment she did that, he inched closer, his gaze falling onto her lips. He didn't want to think there was a slim chance that if he kissed her that night, it could be the last kiss they ever share...

"I would be more sure if you listed everything to me, Lieutenant," he said in his commanding voice, trying to forget about any worries. "And I will reward you accordingly."

She beamed at that.

"As you wish, General... So, first rule, you never draw unwanted attention..."

He leaned in and rewarded her with a kiss, one that was so full of emotion it left her breathless for a minute before she could utter the next rule:

"Second, you leave no trace..."

Another kiss. Shivers went down her spine; he was becoming more and more brave when it came to her.

"Third, you do not reveal your identity at any cost..."

He kissed her again and did not allow her to elaborate any further. The kisses were becoming feverish, hungry and, in a way, apologetic. Y/N responded with enthusiasm, bringing her body closer to him to feel his warmth. Neither of them wanted it to be a goodbye, but who knew? They had to seize the opportunity.

At that point, he didn't even need to ask. He grabbed her by the hips, prompting her to wrap his legs around him. He carried her to his bed and proceeded to undress her as delicately as one could, kissing almost every inch of her skin as he went.

The moment she was completely naked before him, he took a few seconds to adore her, then bent over so his face was right above hers.

"It's our last night here for a while. I will be on the Dreadnought when you come back..." he whispered right into her ead, nibbling on it in the process.

She smiled, already feeling the arousal building up in her as one of his hands roamed all over her naked body. "Then we might as well make it worth remembering."

That night, he didn't have sex with her - he made love to her, in a way he had never done before. Each and every moan, gasp, kiss was extremely intimate; his moves were slow, but deep when he thrusted into her. He wished he would find the courage to utter his true feelings, but all he could do was kiss her over and over again in the darkness of the quiet bedroom. He wanted to remember every curve of her body he studied with his fingertips, every sound she let escape her lips, the way she whispered his name when he brought her over the edge... It was like a confession of love, even if no words were spoken.

Even after they have both finished, they did not move and stayed as if glued to each other, naked body to naked body, bathing in the heat of the other person. No one would have believed the General Hux was capable of something like this, but when roughness is a constant in your life... Sometimes you crave delicateness.

Although she felt wonderful, Y/N knew that the silence they were in had to end at some point. She had to come back to her quarters that night...

"Armitage, please, remember..." She began suddenly, having placed a small kiss on his naked shoulder. "No matter what I do there, there's only one man I truly want. Although I am not going to sleep with him, no matter what Kylo says... My charms must suffice."

He still didn't like the sound of that, but after what they had just done, it seemed like they were more bonded than ever. So, even if there was pain inside him, he didn't intend to show it again.

"I don't know if they will. You're insufferable."

It didn't even annoy her when he said that - she just laughed.

"I'll miss you so much," she confessed, snuggling into his neck.

His heart almost dropped when she said it. It was definitely not the first time she expressed her feelings towards him, yet at that moment, it seemed so much stronger. Of course he would miss her, too.

"Come back quickly to me."

That was the words that were replaying in her head over and over while she was on her way to Canto Bight, reading the files of her fake identity and her potential targets for the thousandth time. She knew she could not mess it up; Kylo made himself more than clear right before she boarded her ship that it was the most important thing she could be taking care of. Hux didn't come to see her off; just for safety, that's why

she was left with what he'd said to her in the bedroom.

While she was doing her make-up on the ship, she really wished he would see her in it. It's been a while since she could pull out all the stops when it came to beautifying herself - soldiers weren't really allowed a full glam, and she wanted to look beautiful for the man she had fallen for.

To her surprise, it was quite easy to play a snooty, rich lady from the moment she landed. When she got to the room the First Order had arranged for her - a lavish suite, just like everything in that place was - she made sure it was secure, then sent a message about her safe arrival straight to Hux as she promised. The same message also went to Kylo, since he was probably going nuts somewhere in his quarters.

Y/N gave all of her information one last glance, then began preparing herself for the evening further. After styling her hair to make it quite slick, it was time to dress up... And it was the moment she started getting nervous. The realness of her mission got to her, and the realisation that if something goes wrong, it might not end up well for her. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried not to think about all of this, especially about her previous meeting with Armitage possibly being the last.

The dress she took out of a box Kylo had given her was even more spectacular. It was black, but shiny with long sleeves, but the neckline was outrageous - it was long and wide, exposing one side of each of her breasts. When she put the dress on, she noticed it reached the floor and hugged her body quite tightly. It screamed Canto Bight, but it was a good thing. At least she wasn't going to stick out like a sore thumb in the luxurious interior of the casino she was going to.

When she was ready, she opened her datapad and revised the vital information one last time. It wasn't like she could bring it with herself and compare the pictures to the people she would meet. Or maybe she could bring it, but if anybody saw any suspicious behaviour... It was like a school test. She could try cheating, but if she got caught, she could pay for it with her life.

She tried to stay as calm as possible, well aware that any nerves may blow her cover. Before leaving, she looked at herself in the mirror for a last-minute check and smoothed down her dress. She almost didn't recognise herself. Mission-wise, it was a good thing, but she regretted that Hux could not see this. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this beautiful, and wondered what he would think about it.

However, it was not time to daydream about her forbidden lover the moment of truth was near. The Resistance's representative could be in the casino any minute.

Y/N entered the casino with only a concealed communicator - should the need to contact the First Order arise - and a knot in her stomach. On one hand, she knew she blended in perfectly and could mingle all she wanted, but on the other, there was this unsettling feeling that everyone somehow knew she was a spy.

She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, remembering the rules - thus, a big smile appeared on her face as the memories of Hux rewarding her for knowing them came back.

It had been almost two long hours in the casino and almost nothing happened. Y/N was constantly looking around, but there was no one suspicious, and no one seemed to suspect her, either... Everyone was simply having fun, and she began losing all the hope.

She was pretending to watch one of the casino games, drink in her hand, in the middle of a meaningless conversation with one of the other guests when she saw him.

There he was. In one of the booths, alone. She could only see his profile, but she was sure it was him. Poe Dameron, in a white suit, apparently playing a game just like she was...

Jackpot.

She excused herself from the conversation with the stranger and immediately approached the booth. It was now or never, and she had to put on her best performance, even if it hurt a little.

Forgive me, Armitage.

"Hi there," she said to catch his attention, and he immediately looked up from the drink he had on a golden table in front of himself. She could see just by his initial expression that he liked what he saw.

"Oh, hello," he said, surprised but smiling at the sight of her.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, jerking her head towards the unoccupied space of the booth.

"Not at all." He sat up straight as she gave him another smile and took a seat opposite him.

So far, so good.

"I'm sorry for my boldness, I just... I don't think I've ever seen you around here, so you've caught me eye. Not that it's a bad thing."

"Oh, have I?" He asked with a little bit of pride. "Well, it's true I'm not a regular, but... I wouldn't mind becoming one." He looked her up and down, giving her enough confidence to stick out her hand to him.

"My name is Inda."

"I'm P... Peter," he hesitated, then shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."

Amateurs, she thought. Didn't he even have a fake name at the ready? She knew he made it up on the spot.

"Nice to meet you, too, Peter."

They both grabbed their drinks and, after clinking their glasses together, drank a little.

"So, Inda..." Poe began, setting his glass back on the table. "What is a girl like you doing here tonight? Alone?"

Oh, boy, he didn't even know what fairytales he was about to hear.

"Feeling bored, mostly." She sighed. "My father makes me come here. He hopes I'd find a suitable match for a daughter of an aircraft engineer... But most guys here are both ugly and egoistic."

"Wait, did you say an aircraft engineer?"

She got him. She knew this would make him let his guard down.

"Yes? Why?"

"Because I'm a pilot," he said, clearly in disbelief the stars had aligned like this.

"Are you?" she replied as if she had no idea about it. "I would love to hear more about that."

And so she listened carefully to everything he was telling her, hoping to catch any glimpse of useful information for herself. But he was mostly blabbering on the passion he had for flying, and it would be very interesting to hear were the circumstances a bit different. She discovered that, no matter how charismatic and handsome Dameron actually was, she much more preferred Hux's roughness she could uncover step by stop.

They were talking for no more than a quarter when Dameron suddenly began looking around, and his eyes finally fell onto someone somewhere behind her. He lost his flirty expression and seemed alerted, prompting her to focus, too.

"You know... As much as I enjoy this conversation, I have a job to do."

"No way. The first interesting man I've met here and he has to cut it short..."

She could tell he liked that compliment, but stood up anyways.

"It was wonderful meeting you and I do hope we meet again," he said as she stood up, too.

You don't.

"Can I at least see you off?" she asked hopefully, but he immediately shook his head.

"I'm afraid not. Business calls."

"Well then... Goodbye, Peter. I hope you do come by again."

"Me too."

The moment he left her, she knew the most crucial part of the mission was only starting. She didn't get any information directly from him other than the confirmation he was the man she had been looking for... But now she had to follow him, unnoticed and, most importantly, get that bit of information she needed. She was sure that was where he was going.

Keeping her distance and hiding in between the casino guests, she followed him outside, where she suspected he'd go. There, she hid behind a pillar as he talked with someone she could not see, but it didn't matter as long as she could hear them. That was the most important moment, and she was so stressed yet so drunk on adrenaline...

"He'll be waiting for you on Jakku."

She heard that sentence and hoped it was exactly what she took it for, especially since she didn't know the context.

"Not my top choice of destination, but it's for a good cause," Dameron replied. "Thank you. The Resistance will reward you for this."

"They'd better," answered the man he was talking to. "If they knew I was here... I'd be a dead man."

After that, she heard an electronical chirp of what she assumed must have been a droid; she could not risk trying to take a peek. Her heart was beating so fast it might have jumped our of her chest.

"Yes, BB-8, we are going right now," Dameron said. "That is, as soon as I'm out of this suit. Thank you once again."

After that, she heard his footsteps, but nothing else mattered anymore. She got what she wanted, so it was time to run.

The moment she locked herself back in her room, she called Kylo at once, and he responded immediately.

"I got the location. They are about to retrieve the map from someone on Jakku. They're sending Dameron to do it, any minute now," she breathed out to the small holo projection of Kylo's full body.

"Jakku..." Kylo hissed, nodding to himself. "I'll go there personally, then. And..." He stopped for a moment to take her in. "Didn't expect you to look this good."

She raised her eyebrows. It was a surprise, but definitely not an unwelcome one.

"Why, thank you."

"I'm sending a ship back for you. Do you think you can get out of there unnoticed?"

She shrugged. "If they land unnoticed."

Kylo thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.

"I'll come for you personally, then. I can't allow this mission to fail. We'll stage your arrest if we have to."

"I have to call Hux now," she added in a rush, wishing to talk to her lover as soon as possible to let him know they had a success... And that she was safe and sound.

"So you called me first? As you should. Talk to him then," Kylo said, already too focused on his next steps. "I'm flying out for you and we're heading straight to Jakku."

Kylo's holo disappeared, prompting Y/N to flick some buttons and call Hux. He responded even faster than Kylo did, if that was possible. He was in his quarters on the Dreadnought, waiting for any news from her, stressed more than ever. He didn't even know he had the ability to worry about someone this much.

"I'm calling to report, General," she said, trying everything in her might not to smile since she had no idea if he was alone.

"Drop it," he replied, taking her in. The holo in his quarters was also showing her entire body, and even in his imagination he did not expect her to look this breathtaking. He really needed to gift her a dress.

"I have the information. They are sending Dameron to get the map from Jakku. I have just told Kylo."

He sighed with relief, then cleared his throat. It was hard to focus on what she was saying when she looked like this.

"Well then, I suppose I should send a squad there," he said eventually, but she shook her head.

"Kylo's coming for me and we're flying to Jakku."

Hux's expression turned furious, to say the least, and he could feel the anger filling him up.

"He's coming for you personally?" he asked in a tone that made Y/N almost feel the anger through the holo.

"That's what he'd just told me," she explained, making him clench his jaw.

"That son of a..."

"Calm down, Armitage," she cut him off. "I'm just doing my job."

"And you're meeting him..." He took a closer look again, warmth filling him up. "Dressed like this?"

Y/N glanced at her body as though she was seeing it for the first time, then smiled mischievously.

"Oh, right... I have to change before he comes... Should I do it right now?"

Hux did not reply, but he did stare at her in a way that made her know what he wanted. She turned her back to him in order to show him the zipper of the dress.

"I wish I had someone who would help me unzip this..." she said teasingly as she grabbed it to pull it down slowly.

"If I were there, I'd rip this dress off of you before you could gasp."

She got goosebumps after these words. She could practically sense the touch of his hands on her body, even if he was far away. She knew that was exactly what he would do.

She unzipped the dress all the way down, then stepped out of it slowly before turning to face him again. She was now just in her panties, still smiling.

"Better?" she asked quietly, the desire thickening the atmosphere even through the call. They could have some fun with it, if only they weren't scraped for time...

Hux watched the blueish silhouette he adored so much for a moment, then shook his head to snap out if it. It was risky, way too risky...

"Dress up before he comes," he commanded and she just chuckled.

"Don't worry, Kylo won't get any of it." She said as she opened a case with her spare clothes. "No one else will."

Even Hux could not stop himself from smiling at that. He watched her put on a strapless bra as she checked her datapad - Kylo had just sent her the tracking of his ship to it.

"He is almost here. I have to run."

"Do not die, then."

She laughed again. "Not in my plans."

"And come back to me quickly. It's an order."

"Yes, sir."

He wanted to tell her something else, but words failed him. The things he wished he found the ability to confess to her were to be said personally, not through a mere holo. That's why he only watched her pull on a black shirt in silence, unwilling to disconnect too quickly.

"You still there?" she asked, having caught him staring.

He rolled his eyes. "Insufferable."

"You love it."

"Good luck, Lieutenant," he said eventually and then disconnected reluctantly, only to allow himself a big, sincere smiled after she disappeared.

He had to get out of his quarters and give orders... They were about to have a breakthrough.

Before Y/N knew it, two Stormtroopers were escorting her to Kylo's ship. No one in Canto Bight tried to save her, even if it did look like she was getting kidnapped by the First Order.

The moment she entered, Ren, with his mask and hood on, instructed her to sit next to him. They departed almost immediately.

"You did all of this faster than I expected. I'm impressed," he told her with genuine

She smirked as if she had not been absolutely terrified that this mission might fail, adjusting the black jacket she had thrown over herself. "Told you you didn't appreciate me enough, Kylo."

She could see he was intrigued even with the mask on, watching her face closely.

Men are so easy to please...

"You should wear all of this more."

She snorted. "Not really the soldier dresscode, is it?"

"I don't think Hux would be against it."

Y/N felt a lump in her throat. Was this just an observation, since the General was just a man, too, or was Kylo suggesting something? She really hoped it the latter wasn't the case. She decided that confidence would be the best reaction.

"Well, yeah, he liked my look as well when I called him," she said proudly. "Maybe you two should discuss that with each other. How it's like seeing a woman. Once in a lifetime thing."

"You're awfully confident for someone who knows what I can do."

"So? Aren't you glad I'm not a whining girlie who is afraid to speak?"

Even Ren could not argue with this. To her surprise, he reached out with his gloved hand and took her face in it, studying it. It sent a shiver of utter shock through her entire body: he had never done something like that before, and she didn't even know he was capable of it. She didn't know whether it was the Force or anything else, but surely something was flowing through her body after this. If Hux had seen it, he would have probably obliterated Ren.

"I am," he replied, then took his hand back as if nothing happened.

Y/N tried to keep her cool. "So don't complain."

"Sir, we'll be landing in five minutes," came the voice of the pilot, so Kylo turned to Y/N again.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Do you want me to?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't have my uniform nor my weapon."

"You don't need any of that if you're coming with me," he replied in an obvious tone. "You'll go with me. I'll show you how it's done."

Of course, she thought. Of course he wanted her to come along to show off. But she did know she could feel safe if she had him on her side. All in all, it was better to be friends rather than enemies with Kylo Ren.

"If that's what you want."

Not much later, the ship touched down on Jakku. Y/N exited it at Kylo's side, accompanied by Stormtroopers. He was right - although she had no weapon, she felt weirdly safe, even if chaos was raging around them. There were tens of Stormtroopers shooting everywhere in the small, sand village, the villagers were screaming, fire was devouring tents and buildings... The view did scare her a little; sitting behind a console all day, she sometimes forgot how the real war looked like, and that it was more than some buttons and screens.

Everything seemed to have frozen after Kylo's arrival. He confidently walked up to an older man not far from the ship; Y/N had no idea who that was, but followed suit and stood a bit behind Ren as he talked to the man he apparently knew.

"Look how old you've become."

"Something far worse has happened to you," the man replied.

"You know what I've come for."

"I know where you come from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren."

This gave Y/N the answer - he knew him long ago.

"The map to Skywalker. We know you found it. And now you're going to give it to the First Order."

"The First Order rose from the dark side. You did not."

Y/N knew this would rile Kylo up. He approached the man, definitely seething with anger but still trying to talk.

"I'll show you the dark side."

"You may try," the man responded, determined. "But you cannot deny the truth that is your family."

She knew that the man had already got himself a sentence with these words. She could almost sense something switch inside Kylo right before he said:

"You're so right."

He ignited his lightsaber and struck him down immediately. Right after that came a blue blaster bolt from a weapon, one that could easily reach Y/N... Were it not for Kylo's quick reaction, who froze both the bolt and the man who shot it.

Her mouth fell agape as she saw who it was.

Dameron.

Stormtroopers brought him before Kylo, then knocked him to the ground, although it did not seem to have much effect on him.

"You!" Dameron exclaimed at the sight of her, much to Kylo's amusement.

That moment did mess with her a little. She felt a bit too drunk on the power she had at the time, and put a hand on Kylo's shoulder as if to express it. Ren didn't stop her, he just smiled underneath his mask; he was proud of her.

"Nothing personal, Dameron." She laughed. "I quite like you. It's just... Were the circumstances a bit different..."

"You lying b..." he began, but one wave of Kylo's hand shut him up. He crouched to talk to him, forcing Y/N to take her hand back.

"The old man gave it to you."

"It's very hard to understand you with all the..."

"Search him," Kylo commanded.

"...Apparatus," Dameron finished, prompting Y/N to stifle a chuckle. He was right about that.

"Nothing, sir," the Stormtrooper said, having obeyed the command.

"Put him on board," Kylo decided, and so they obeyed again. Y/N was just about to open her mouth to speak when Captain Phasma approached them.

"Sir, the villagers?" she asked Kylo.

"Kill them all," he replied without hesitation, making Y/N gasp slightly. She knew Kylo was like this, yet it was still somehow shocking to see it with her own eyes.

"You're sure that's a good decision?" she asked, watching Phasma command the Stormtroopers to fire.

"You're questioning it? They were hiding him," Kylo said as if it was the only reasonable decision. "Come. Hux is surely awaiting the return of the soldier I had stolen from him, as he told me repeatedly after you left."

This did cause a small smile on her face. The fact that Hux fought for her even when she was not around mad her stomach flutter. Kylo began walking back towards the ship, but he stopped suddenly, focusing on one of the Stormtroopers... And then resumed walking as if nothing happened.

"You know what you and Hux have in common?" she asked as they were entering the ship again.

"Nothing, hopefully."

"You keep on talking about the other. Maybe you

two just should talk more with each other instead of talking to me about the other, hm?" she teased, knowing it would drive him mad just like it did with Hux. In that way, they were quite similar.

"You're on thin ice," Kylo grunted, but she just laughed again.

"He says that too."

Not much later, Y/N found herself back in the safe and sound bridge of the Dreadnought. She walked in with Kylo to see Hux pacing back and forth, until he saw the two of them and approached them instantly.

"Finally. What took so long?"

Maker, was he glad to see her. He didn't even care Ren was at her side - the only thing that mattered was that she was safe and triumphant. She even still had her make-up on... And looked absolutely stunning to him.

"You should be grateful, General. We have a prisoner that has the information about the map," Kylo said, jerking his head towards the two Stormtroopers that were holding Dameron between them. Hux raised parted his lips in slight disbelief when he saw them.

"Sir, what do we do with him?" one of the Stormtroopers asked.

"Question him. And do not stop until he breaks," Kylo commanded, so they took Dameron out of the room, allowing Ren to turn back to Hux. "Now, you have your favourite back, General. She succeeded in everything, so you can stop complaining."

At that moment, Hux's happiness about seeing her was stronger than hatred for Ren. He looked at her and she gave him the smallest smile. They could see in the each other's eyes how much they wanted they threw themselves on the other.

"Well then. Good job, Lieutenant," Hux said diplomatically, keeping his hands behind his back so as to stay professional.

"Thank you, sir." She bowed her head, hiding her smile.

"You will go with me to my office and report on everything."

She tried to contain her excitement before replying. "Of course."

"I'll make sure our prisoner is treated well," Kylo said, then quickly walked out.

"Follow me, Lieutenant," Hux said to Y/N and she almost jogged after him. Now that Kylo was out of sight, she almost couldn't conceal her happiness.

Entering his Dreadnought quarters again provided indescribable feelings; it was there where everything started, after all. He went inside right after her and locked the door, then turned to face her, his arms wide open.

"Armitage," she breathed out with relief as she threw herself into his arms to hug him with all her might. He hugged her back with just as much if not more enthusiasm, elated that she was back there. Finally.

"You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this." She snuggled into his neck, pecking it. "It's been just twelve hours, but so much happened..."

"Do you want to rest?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind."

"Come, then." He grabbed her hand and began leading her to his living room. He gestured for her to sit on a small, black pouf, then settled himself behind her to take her jacket off. To her pleasant surprise, he threw it to the side and got his hands on her to massage her. He didn't think about it, it just seemed like a natural thing to do, to make her feel better...

"Did everything go as smoothly as Ren says?" he asked as he began to squeeze her shoulders, taking her to paradise in a matter of seconds.

"Yes. He was really pleased." She nodded, giving into his touch without hesitation. "Dameron was easy to deceive... But I couldn't stop thinking about you."

This reminded Hux of his jealousy, and what he was worried about even before she left...

"Did... Did you..." he began, then cursed himself for being unable of constructing a coherent sentence.

"Nothing happened. I didn't even touch him," she replied as if reading his thoughts. Hux smiled to himself, then kissed her neck.

"I missed you," he admitted in a whisper against her skin, yet again effortlessly giving her goosebumps. "You have that ability of making me want to see you all the time... Must be awfully convenient for you, Lieutenant."

She grinned to herself, knowing he was teasing her. "And that is an offense, I presume?"

"And don't you know the rules? Tsk..." He shook his head in disapproval.

"Oh, General, I thought you were going to reward me for my success."

"And what am I doing right now?" He squeezed her shoulders even more, causing her to let out a sigh. "You looked stunning," he added in another whisper that made her heart race.

"I wish I could dress up like this for you one day."

And there she was again, softening him like no one else could.

"I'll make sure to arrange that," he replied and, in his head, was determined to do it. "We can't be here long... I have much work to do now because of Ren's ideas."

"Armitage, don't worry, I understand," she turned to see his face, "I will jump back to my duties, too."

"You can rest today. You earned it."

"You're being pretty generous to me."

"You tell me why," he replied, prompting her to grab his face quickly and kiss him with all the passion she could muster. He responded with just as much eagerness; stars, he was so infatuated.

They were both breathless when they parted, excitement whirling everywhere.

"I'd better not rest today, Kylo will surely want something from me... So should I wipe my make-up off before putting on my uniform back again?"

"Let's say you can leave it on for today. And for tonight, for that matter."

She rubbed her hands. "Oh, and what happens tonight?" she asked as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You'll find out."

Around two hours later, Y/N was back at her console, in her uniform, and Malia was trying to ask all about her mission. She wanted to tell her, but it wasn't long before someone came to the bridge and told Hux that Dameron was not telling anything despite different methods they had tried on him. The General saw it as an opportunity...

"Lieutenant, why don't you question him?" He turned to Y/N. "After all, we got him thanks to you."

"Of course, General. Right away." She stood up.

"I will go with you," he added, making her take a deep breath. She wondered whether he wanted to help her or watch her in action - either way, she couldn't wait.

"Missed me, Dameron?" she asked confidently a few minutes later when she entered the questioning room with Hux behind her. Dameron was cuffed to a chair and had blood and bruises on his face, yet he still had enough will to glare daggers at her.

"Are you content with yourself?" he spat as she approached him. Hux was watching everything from next to the door, eager to see her in action.

"Listen, you're not bad." She sighed, crossing her arms on her chest. "It's just that we're on different sides of this conflict and I have a different man I want to be with."

The General shot her a warning glance, wondering what the hell she was doing, but she just shook her head. It's not like Dameron was any threat to them. Either way, Hux's heart began pounding faster, since it was the first time she had ever spoken about him to anyone else like this, even if indirectly.

"Now, I would love to speak with you about the map..." she continued as Dameron didn't reply. "My friends beat you up a little, sorry about that... But it would be easier if you just told us what you know."

She leaned in, making Hux wince slightly, but he composed himself in seconds.

"Want to tell me anything about the map?" she asked in a whisper.

"The only thing I want is to spit on you."

"Save that for your friends." She took a careful step back. "You were much nicer just hours ago... Should I just dress up again?"

He didn't speak at all and kept on glaring at her, so she shook her head again.

"See, General?" She turned her head towards Hux, giggling. "I told you men only go for the looks," she added jokingly, but after wearing that dress and getting the reactions she did, she was almost sure of it.

"Cut it, Lieutenant," he replied, pretending to be as serious as he'd normally be.

Y/N glanced at Dameron one last time. She could see, just by his eyes, that he wasn't going to tell her a thing. She must have been his most hated person on the ship.

"I think it's useless to waste our time here. Should I bring Kylo Ren in here, sir?" She turned to Hux again, and he nodded.

"That would be for the best."

Soon it was Kylo taking care of Dameron and getting information out of him by using the Force while Hux and Y/N were waiting in front of the door. The General decided he wanted to try something risky, just for the sake of it... And, making sure the nearest Stormtrooper couldn't hear him, he leaned in to whisper into Y/N's ear:

"It was one of the hottest things I've seen you do."

She gulped, her knees weakening right then and there. Maker, it aroused her so much she would not mind being taken right then and there, on everyone's eyes.

"Thank you, General."

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