#poe dameron kinktober

[lilacliquors]

kinktober day eight: public sex

pairing: poe dameron x reader

word count: 860

notes: here's day eight! this one was actually requested this morning via @ladypunz so tysm <3

a successful operation called for a celebration. it always did, it was how the resistance kept the morale alive. you were enjoying yourself, drinking and talking with your friends and colleagues, congratulating them on a job well done, when all of a sudden, a gentle hand wrapped around your wrist. you glanced over your shoulder and smiled, seeing your lover, poe, right behind you. 

“hope i’m not interrupting anything,” he said, wrapping a gentle arm around your shoulders from behind, practically pinning you to him.

“not at all, did you need something?” you asked, and he pressed a kiss to your hair.

“yeah, actually. can i talk to you in private?”

that concerned you. you bade goodbye to your friends and allowed him to take your hand and lead you from the main room. you walked outside, and he lead you over towards a sort of alleyway between the building you were just in, and the x-wing hangar. you were about to ask what was wrong, but then he pressed his lips to yours, and you knew just what he needed from you.

it was evident that it was a mix of adrenaline and desire, since he was the mission leader, and he was always like this when he came back home. it was the uncertainty of return, and now that he was back, he wasn’t going to wast another second without you.

the only problem? well, you were outside, in public, where anyone could walk by.

“we … we should go inside,” you whispered as his lips left yours and began to trail down your neck.

“no time. need you now,” he mumbled, and his hands dropped to the front of your pants. you felt him try to shimmy them down your legs, and you knew it was a bad idea. everything in you screamed it was a bad idea, and yet, you couldn’t help but want is just as much as he did. you helped him get your bottoms down, and his followed not soon after. you were hoisted into his arms, your back against the hangar wall, and your legs wrapped around his waist. his lips met yours again, and you cupped his face, closing your eyes as you kissed him deeply. one of his arms held you up, and his free hand wrapped around his length, guiding it to your folds. you felt the head tease them, and you whined softly, nodding quickly to try and encourage him forward.

“patience, gotta stay balanced,” he whispered, grinning against your lips.

“like that’s ever stopped you before,” you replied, and he kissed along your jaw with a soft hum.

“you know me so well.”

he slowly pushed into you, carefully shifting to hold you firmly against the wall. you gasped and leaned your lead back against the wall. you were both quiet for a moment, listening closely for any footsteps or voices, and when there were none to be heard, he started to move. 

despite being outside, and the risks that came with it, his thrusts were steady and meaningful. he took in your gasps and moans, and he groaned when your hand went into his hair. for a moment, you forgot where you were, and you only focused on him, and the way he made you feel. being with him was like a dream, and every time he returned to you, there was a sense of relief that flooded all of your senses. it drove you wild, and you never wanted to let him go.

“mm, oh poe,” you whispered, and he hummed in response, his hands gripping your hips gently.

“that’s it, i got ya,” he murmured, kissing below your ear, the spot he knew drove you absolutely crazy.

“close, so close,” you breathed, and he groaned at the sound of your voice. it was soft and sweet, breathy with need and desire. it was just the way he liked you.

he said nothing, just kept thrusting at the steady pace he’d set, and he could feel your walls clenching around his cock. his hips snapped forward, and he captured your lips in a searing kiss to swallow your moans as you came. your body shook in his grasp, and as you clung to him, he could feel his muscles tense, and with the sensation of you cumming for him, because of him, he followed not far behind.

he pulled back from your kiss and his head fell to your shoulder, but before he could say anything, you heard voices in the not so far off distance. you both looked at each other with wide eyes, and without a sound, he pulled out of you, and you both quickly pulled your pants back up.

“there you guys are! everything okay? it seemed pretty serious,” one of your friends asked, and you and poe shared a look.

“we’re good. he just need to … talk about what happened,” you said, and your friends nodded in understanding.

“yeah, never gets any easier, you know?” poe muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“that’s why good support matters,” you said, and he nodded, kissing your temple.

“it definitely does.”

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boo! surprise bitches! i'm doing kinktober this year! finally doing it! bet you didn't see that one coming, did you hehe 🕸

there is a good mix of both short and long stories coming your way throughout this (and i will also still occasionally post other fics this month that aren't related to this). also, a handful of these fics are darker in nature, thought it was fitting for halloween, so remember to read the warnings, if there's something that's not for you then please, as always, be kind to yourself and don't read the story.

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day one | sore

stepbro!sirius black x cheerleader!reader + dubcon massage

day two | don't smile

steve rogers + throat fucking + size kink

day three | stuffed

devil!eddie munson & angel!steve harrington + tentecles + double penetration in one hole

day four | a little fashion show

best friend!stiles stilinski + lingerie

day five | stay still

peter parker + bondage

day six | hold up, let me record this

jj maybank + tittyfucking + sextape

day seven | the palace guards

guards!poly!marauders x princess!reader + secrets relationship

day eight | it’s practically like we’re down there with them

mob boss!bucky barnes + exhibitionism

day nine | keep that pretty mouth shut

tommy shelby + keep quiet quickie

day ten | I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

poe dameron + somno thigh fucking

day eleven | I just want you a little longer all to myself

matt murdock + secret office sex

day twelve | nothing more than a toy

rafe cameron + using you like a toy to masturbate with

day thirteen | I still got a few rounds left in me

boxer!steve rogers + bathtub sex

day fourteen | open your fucking mouth

dark!wild west cowboy!joel miller + gun kink

day fifteen | tiny

miguel o'hara x fairy!reader + extreme size difference

day sixteen | the wall between us

cult member!steve harrington + fem glory hole + breeding

day seventeen | be a rebel, be bad, stay here and cuddle with me

spencer reid + aftercare

day eighteen | pleasant pile of pillows

brother's best friend!james potter + pillow humping

day nineteen | ring ring

sam winchester x reader x bf!dean winchester + phone sex + cheating

day twenty | window

perv!neighbour!billy russo + voyeurism

day twenty-one | say yes

fiancé!bruce wayne + possessiveness

day twenty-two | i can think of something better than that

bucky barnes + anal

day twenty-three | double check

dark!professor!ben solo + power imbalance + manipulation

day twenty-four | maroon

vampire!remus lupin + biting + blood kink

day twenty-five | i want you

pirate captain!miguel o'hara + sex as payment

day twenty-six | teamwork

pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson) + gangbang

day twenty-seven | my little flower

din djarin + fantasy au + cockwarming

day twenty-eight | hysteria

doctor!aleksander morozova x hysteria patient!reader + historical au + fuck machine

day twenty-nine | can't fight the moonlight

werewolf!bucky barnes x gf!reader + predator/prey + monsterfucking

day thirty | magical mimic

eddie munson x witch!reader + magical mutual masturbation

day thirty-one | you can’t put it in

stepbro!peter parker + halloween pussyjob

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You're Safe With Me

Poe Dameron x GN!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 6: Sex Work

Summary: Poe gets captured on a mission and you're the closest to his last location.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for betaing!

This prompt was super difficult and I have kind of just done something that vaguely relates to it.

Warnings: resistance!reader, bad guy here is VERY gross, imprisonment, slavery, implied future sex slave, kissing, sex pollen, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 2131

When you’d been told that Poe had run into trouble during a supply run on Tel’Ra you’d expected jail, the first order, him hiding up somewhere with a blaster wound. 

You had not been expecting… this. 

You’d been the closest to the planet and had found the traders quickly when you landed. Only to find out that there had been a miscommunication somewhere. They had thought Poe was the payment, not the negotiator. 

Fucking hell.

You’d spend the better part of the last thirteen manic hours tracking him down, going from trader to trader until you got here, a meeting with the quadrant Tsar. 

He was a large Terlion, powerful in his golden armour. He’d greeted you in his native tongue, and you knew enough about the culture of Tel’Ra to reply in basic. If you even said one word in the Tsar’s language then that was all he would speak, and everything would get very messy. 

“This… humanoid,” the Tsar formed the word slowly, “He is yours?” 

You nod and he pauses.

“I paid good coin for him.”

“So you admit he’s here?” You keep your tone even and calm. 

The Tsar smiles and gestures to one of his guards, speaking in Krazel. You understand enough of the language to understand that they’re bringing Poe here. 

Relief floods your veins, that was something at least. 

“The traders had no right to sell him to you.” You repeat. 

“But a trade was made, wasn’t it? You received goods for him?” The Tsar smiles.

“The trade was for Keseun. Not him.” You swallow, the guards in the room make your skin crawl, there were too many. Even if they had been troopers there was no way you could get out of an altercation alive, besides Terlions were large, physically powerful. One alone could snap you in half with two fingers. 

You keep your chin held high, they respected confidence, straightforwardness. They wouldn’t attack unless you made a faux pas. 

The resistance needed them to stay outwardly neutral to the rebellion. The planet was no fan of the first order, but would trade with anyone that showed respect. 

You couldn’t blow this. 

“Keseun.” The Tsar repeats, stroking his chin. 

“I would offer you the same, for this inconvenience.” 

He nods slightly, thinking when the door opens and Poe is pushed into the room.

You try your very best to hide the shock on your face.

You’d assumed that he had been sold as a labourer, or a servant. Not as… not as a… 

Your gaze hinges on his scantily clad form, soft thin fabrics and lace and dripped in gold jewellery. 

Your mouth dries as heat runs along your skin. That’s when you notice his expression, the relief plasters all over his face as he sees you. 

You shake your head ever so slightly, trying to clear your not so pure thoughts, and chastising yourself. 

“This is the humanoid?” The Tsar asks, beckoning with his hand. The guard pushes Poe forward to him. 

He stumbles slightly, and you see the gold chains are not just for decoration. 

“Yes.” You nod. 

Now that he’s closer you can see the thin gold bar across his lips, the chain connecting around the back of his head, keeping his mouth closed.

The Tsar touches Poe’s cheek, grabbing hold of the back of his neck when he struggles and flinches away. He chuckles. “He is a spirited one.” He pulls Poe closer, forcing him into his lap and you stand, anger blazing through your veins. 

The guards around you tense, but you keep your hands open and away from your weapons.

The Tsar laughs again, waving his hand and the guards relax. 

Poe looks at you imploringly, at first you think he is begging for your help. But then you realise he is pleading for you to leave, for you to not get hurt for the sake of him. 

“He has quickly become my favourite.” The Tsar grumbles, holding Poe to him, “I will enjoy taking-”

“He is mine.” You snarl, taking a step forward. Oh, this was risky, far too risky, but you don’t know how else to play this. 

The Tsar raises an eyebrow, amused “Yours?” 

“Mine.” You swallow, you might as well go the whole distance now. “My mate. Mine.” 

Poe gives you a confused look as the Tsar freezes, his fingers digging into Poe’s side. This was a faux in Terlion culture, this had implications for the Tsar. 

“Your mate.” He repeats and you nod. 

“My mate.”

“You did not say this before, why?” There’s anger in his voice. 

“I did not want to cause embarrassment over a mistake, however, you touching him and flaunting,” you shake your head, injecting as much rage into your voice as you can to cover the panic. “I cannot stand for it.” 

The Tsar’s grip loosens on Poe, but there is fury burning in his gaze. “Humanoids… lie.”

“I am not lying about this-”

“I have no way of knowing if you are other than your word. Which is worth little.” 

You clench your jaw to stop it shaking. 

“If he is… yours. Then he would pass the test of Seva. He would resist the touch of anyone but you.”

You swallow. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You’d heard of Seva, a plant extract that caused extreme arousal that was banned in half of the galaxy and highly regulated in the other. It had been used in the past to prove the loyalty of royalty’s romantic partners. If someone took it and were truly devoted to their spouse then they would only accept the affections of that person while under the influence. But if they weren’t… well, anyone’s touch would do.

You and Poe weren’t together. This was going to end very, very badly. 

“I am insulted that-” You try to argue, but the Tsar cuts you off. 

“The test will be taken, and if he goes to you then you may take him from here without payment,” he pauses, “as I will deal with the traders myself, however if he doesn’t crave only your touch, I will keep him and wear your skin as a trophy and nail your tongue to the wall as a warning to other humanoid liars.” 

Somehow you keep his gaze. “Very well.” 

You were going to be sick. There had to be something, some way out of this. You rack your mind, searching for anything, anything.

A servant brings an ornate pot to the Tsar, bowing as they take off the lid and use a golden spoon to measure a serving of the fine seeds. 

The Tsar undoes one of the chains at the back of Poe’s head, finally allowing him to open his mouth. He looks at you, about to say your name. 

“It’s alright.” Your voice is soft, even. Somehow sure of itself even if nothing else about you is. 

He keeps his shining eyes fixed on you as he opens his mouth and swallows the seeds when offered. 

The servant steps back, retreating and the Tsar smiles. 

“It will only take a few moments, Seva is strong on humanoids.” He muses, “If he is not yours as you say, I will claim him now to relieve him of its effects.” 

Poe shivers, blinking hard. Heat starts to run along his skin, first like a gentle breeze, a caress that is not unwanted. 

The Tsar strokes his back amused as Poe shakes his head, trying to clear his quickly clouding vision. 

The touch is… nice. Soothing almost. Poe leans back into it, sighing. He needed to do something, there was something he was trying to remember… but his thoughts just wouldn’t hold. Would slip out of his grasp the second he tries to focus. 

A weight settles in his stomach, his muscles clenching. He wanted…

The Tsar laughs as Poe sighs, pushing back as he runs the tips of his fingers along his skin. Triumph in his eyes. He takes Poe’s chin and turns him towards himself.

Poe goes with the touch, lightheaded and… he freezes, pain spikes into his chest. There’s a pause, a look of horror on his face before he practically throws himself off the Tsar, and scrambles back. He shakes his head rapidly, his eyes wild and glazed. 

The Tsar frowned, about to speak. 

“Poe!” You rush forward, panic gripping your chest. “Are you a-”

The second he sees you, relief rushes into his mind, presses solidly into his bones. He grabs hold of you, his skin hot and sweaty, “Baby, baby, baby,” he slurs, practically sobbing as you help him to his feet. Which is easier said than done.

He presses his body against you, whining the second there is a fraction of space. 

“Poe, it’s okay,” You soothe, trying to keep him upright. 

He buries his face into your neck, shivering and breathing hard. “It hurts.” He whimpers and you hold him tighter. 

The Tsar drops to his knees, “A great insult has been cast to you by myself.” The guards all fall to their knees as well.

“I-” Your own gasp cuts you off as Poe kisses your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as he grinds his very obvious erection against your leg.

“I will sort this disservice with the traders, please, I offer any future trades to go directly through me and my house to ensure its standards.”  

“Thank you,” you manage to get out, as you grip Poe’s wrists to stop him from undressing you then and there. “There is no ill will, please let me leave you with Keseun as a sign of my appreciation.” 

The Tsar nods deeply, “I will accept, and will repay you for your generosity in the future.” 

Poe wriggles one hand free, pushing his fingers under your shirt.

“I, thank you,” you bow your head, “I need to be getting back to my ship and-”

Poe kisses your cheek, nipping lightly at your jaw as he tries to press his lips to yours. 

“Please,” The Tsar gestures to the side, “Let me show you our hospitality, at least while the effects are still strong in your mate.” 

You want to refuse, you want to get the hell out of there. But there’s no way you can get Poe to your ship like this. 

You nod and are quickly guided to a lavishly decorated room. You barely get the chance to thank the servant before Poe’s tongue is in your mouth. 

It’s dizzying, desperate the way he moves against you, how his hands slide and tug at your clothing. He pushes you back, up against the door.

“Poe– Poe,” You manage to pull yourself away, to resist getting caught up in his warmth. You have no idea how this worked out, maybe Poe had gotten himself together for long enough to throw himself away from the Tsar and to you? 

“You okay?” You hold his cheeks, stroking his feverish skin. 

“Need you,” he moans, his eyes soft and dilated. 

“I’m so sorry.” You mutter. God, you had to find something, do something, knock him out for a few hours until his body worked this out of its system. 

“Why? Why? You saved me.” He bites his lip, rubbing his hips against yours. 

“Hey, hey, let’s see if we can-”

“I love you, you know that?” 

You freeze, your mind blanking out for a second.

“Ever since Heiran. Ever since then, I knew it, I love you.”

“Poe, you’re not thinking straight, the, the S-”

“I should have kissed you on Heiran,” he closes his eyes, pressing his face into your hands and sighing. His skin is burning, desperate for the relief of your touch. “I should have kissed you after, I was scared. Scared you’d reject me…” His eyes are shining when they open, “But you can, you can say no. I won’t…”

He lets out the sweetest sob when you lightly kiss him, moaning into your mouth as you wrap your arms around him and pull him close.  

“I should have kissed you on Heiran,” you whisper, “I wanted to.”

He groans, rocking lightly against your legs to take the edge off the deep ache in his stomach. “I…” He bites his lip, it hurts. The weight is so much, too much. All consuming now that he knows you want him to. 

“Here, it’s okay,” you turn him around so that his back is flush with your chest. “I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” You kiss his temple, his skin feverish and sweaty as you slide your hand under the fabric around his waist.

He moans, grabbing hold of you desperately as your fingers touch his velvety length. 

“It’s okay.” You soothe as you start to stroke him in earnest. “You’re safe with me.”

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In Service of the General - Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron + thigh riding

Kinktober Masterlist || Poe Masterlist || Main Masterlist

“…you lock the door and straddle his thick, muscular thigh. Mussing those perfect, salt and pepper curls, you kiss him senseless.”

Notes: f!reader, smut, fluff, language || Word Count: 960 Look, I know Star Wars has holo-whatevers, just roll with the picture thing ok

Poe Dameron has quite literally always been the poster boy for the Resistance. Now, an older, wiser General Dameron is a face of the new New Republic. It's not a role he relishes, but he has the looks and the charisma. Everyone wants to know him or be him or be with him. And he finally agreed to have his picture made, officially.

He dragged you with him and you struggle not to laugh at how he fidgets restlessly as professionals fuss over every curl, after dressing him and making him even more handsome than usual, if it’s possible.

You about hit the floor when you see him - he looks so good. Licking your lips, you notice the tight fit of his tan trousers. He keeps uncomfortably adjusting himself, glancing over at you for reassurance and approval.

"Hold on a second," he instructs the stylist, waving them away.

"Yes, General," she dutifully responds.

With a nod of his head, he beckons you over. It does something to your insides to be summoned when he looks like this.

"I hate this," he whispers as you hurriedly approach. "They told me they only needed a few shots but this is way over the top."

Squeezing your hands into fists, you bounce on your toes, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.

"You look good baby. So good." Leaning over, you whisper on his ear before the session continues. "I need a few moments alone with you after. In all this." Your eyes land on his crotch as your bite your lip coyly.

"Oh," he responds, surprised but imbued with an incentive to get this shoot done right and quickly.

As soon as he is clear for the day, you drag him to his dressing room, lock the door and straddle his thick, muscular thigh. Mussing those perfect, salt and pepper curls, you kiss him senseless, slipping your tongue into his mouth and pressing your breasts against his chest.

"Baby - ow," he hisses as you bite down a little too hard on his lip.

"Sorry," you breathlessly gasp, "you just look so good, I can't help it."

A mischievous twinkle flickers in his dark eyes and you know he is pleased that he can still get you worked up like this.

Strong hands grip your hips and drag you forward, across his thigh. His head cocks curiously as you moan out his name.

"You want me because these damn pants are too tight." A self-satisfied chuckle rumbles in the expanse of his chest. "Had to stuff myself in them, and if you keep making noises like that, I'll probably split them open."

Your mouth falls open with a pathetic whine. He's moving you back and forth, pushing you down on the meat of his thigh.

"You're gonna come like this, aren't you baby?" He murmurs hotly against your lips.

"Mmnnn yes," you gasp, grinding yourself down harder with each passing thrust.

"Gonna ruin these pants. I can feel you dripping."

Your mouth opens over his, hands grasping his crisp, tan shirt in both fists forcefully enough to pop the first two buttons. Your fingers fly all over his exposed skin as you ride his thigh faster, chasing your release.

The tickling drag of the fabric over your clit combined with the muscled thickness of his thigh rubbing up between your folds feels so good you can hardly hold yourself upright on his lap. Then he sucks on your tongue and squeezes your ass and the coil of pleasure humming inside you snaps. Euphoric pleasure surges through your body as Poe catches your wild moans in his mouth, nibbling on your lips while shushing you as you ride out your high.

You collapse against his chest, harshly panting while he chuckles on your ear. "They're gonna hear us, sweetheart."

"Stop laughing at me," you breathlessly pout, swatting his arm and struggling to climb off his lap. Your face goes hot at the obvious wet stain on his pants, but you laugh right back when you see he's leaking too, and so hard, it has to hurt.

"I'm gonna get wet every time I see your picture in this outfit, General."

"It might take an act of the Senate to get me out of these damn things," he teases, but his eyes darken at the name of his title on your lips.

You notice. Kneeling down in front of him, you reach for his zipper. "Need something...General?"

He hums, jaw clenching as he tries not to smile, instead tipping his head up in mock seriousness. "I need a Lieutenant who can follow orders."

"Pulling rank won’t get your cock in my mouth any faster," you tut playfully. “Not anymore, anyway.”

After a brief struggle with the extremely tight pants, you tug his thick, heavy length free and swirl your tongue all over the tip. "Besides, I'm retired. Don't take orders."

"You never did - fuck..."

General Dameron obeys whatever you say for the next few minutes. Both of you straighten up, and Poe gets dressed in the outfit he arrived in for the day, the two of you laughing your asses off at how you ruined his photoshoot look.

You decide to take the outfit home, folding it neatly over one arm.

"All set, General?" His press agent questions, eyes curiously darting down to the folded tan clothing.

"All set," he nods, one corner of his mouth curling. "My wife insists I keep the outfit. You understand."

The poor, flustered young man nods rapidly. "Of course, General Dameron. As you wish."

The two of you fly back home, stealing kisses and holding hands just like when you were young and at war. Peace isn't always easy. But your husband makes it look so damn good.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

so... this is my first time trying kinktober, and I'm nervous lmao. it's a lot for me to process and writing all of this is a bit overwhelming which is why I decided that I won't be writing for all 31 days.

all prompts are taken from @flightlessangelwings, thank you for making this list!!

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: love bites with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐: bath/shower with jonathan levy

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟒: sex pollen with poe dameron

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟕: slow and soft with rydal keener

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟐: formal wear with steven grant

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟎: sex toys with ellie williams

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟏: hate sex with blue jones

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟑: dirty talk with santiago garcia

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟒: lingerie with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟐𝟔: face sitting with llewyn davis

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟑𝟎: cunnilingus with poe dameron

!!please note that this post will be updated with the links once I post the fics, and I also only put the days I'm 100% done with for the moment. I'm currently writing for other prompts that aren't on this list yet, and I'll add them once the fic in question is finished. I don't wanna announce something I will never post in case I give up what I started writing or can't make it on time:)

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: sex toys!, overstimulation, p in v, squirting!, unprotected sex, language, pet names (bunny, love)

You wish you would’ve hidden your vibrator right about now… Or did you?

Poe had caught a glimpse of your baby blue vibrator the second he walked into your bedroom and he’s been at it since then.

The warm silicon vibrated onto your puffy clit, Poe’s cock plunging into your tight cunt as he held the vibrator onto your clit.

You were clawing and scratching his arms as he slammed into you at the perfect pace. “Po- Poe please” you hiccup, body shaking as he pushed the button on the toy causing it to dile up in speed.

You couldn’t help the moan spill from your mouth as your orgasm hit you like a truck “OH M- MY F-“ you cried out as he rammed into you “I know bunny, take it, take it all” he cooed in bliss as he watched you dumbly bounce with his thrusts.

You couldn’t handle the feeling of his cock stretching you full and the toy vibrating onto your swollen clit. You scratched at his arms in agony, your legs trembled and jittered as your orgasm continued.

“N- no no no P- Poe” you cried as you felt an unfamiliar feeling building in your tummy. “A- ah!” You seethed as clear liquid squirted onto the sheets, your vision went blurry, a high pitched moan escaped your lips as you felt his tip nudging at the perfect spot.

Poe let out a gruntled moan as you squeezed him, coating his legs and lower abdomen with your wetness. He chuckled at the way you cried and gasped as he continued his thrusts “Didn’t know you could do that huh love?” He cooed.

Your brain was completely foggy, tears stained your cheeks as he pulled the silicone away and turned it off. Deciding to give your poor clit a break but not letting up on his thrusts. “Look at you” you seethed as he took in your glowy complexion and teary eyes.

He could feel your cunt throbbing around him, his pace getting sloppy and messy as he held himself up with one arm besides your hip. “Oh fu- fuck a- ah” he seethed.

His seed spilled into your puffy cunt, his moans filling your ears as he thrusted one last time. Poe’s body slumped forward as his orgasm continued to wash through him, his lips smashed into yours as he held you close.

“That’s it, th- that’s it” he hummed.

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

[boredzillenial]

Day One of @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction’s Kinktober

- Edging Poe after he fails to listen

Poe’s muffled gasps echo softly around his cramped quarters. The heat of his ragged breathes fan across your fingers as you press against his lips.

“Ahh ahh - be a good boy, be quiet.” You tut and stroke his aching length faster. “You earned this remember?” You smirk as you let go completely, watching him rut and bob against nothing.

“Pl-please.” he groans behind your grip, brows knitted in desperate frustration. You lift your hand from his mouth, “I-I said I’m sorry.” He pants out “I saw an opening - I-I just wanted to take the shot-“

You cut his pleas short as you gather the pooling wetness from his stomach and begin to stroke again “And what did I tell you about almost getting yourself killed to play hero?”

He’s panting as he watches your hand work, cheeks flushed and curls in a complete mess. “N-not to- not to be stupid-“ He groans and bucks into your firm grip. “I promise - I won’t be stupid again, fuck I’m so close ple-ease.” He grits through his teeth.

You pace quickens, feeling him harden and pulse in your hand. His breathes coming as gasps as his eyes nearly roll back.

He’s teetering right on the edge, you give one final stroke before completely letting go. The mixture of growls and groans are like music to your ears as you watch the ropes of his ruined orgasm fan across his stomach.

You lean in slowly, kissing his temple as you whisper, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

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[phantomspiderr]

orgasm denial w/ poe dameron x f!reader

kinktober '24 ~ no 4

“No please, please baby. Please keep going.” You hover above Poe’s lap, panting after the exertion of riding him, what was this the third or fourth time? There’s sweat rolling down his skin as he begs with tears in his eyes. You could almost feel bad if it weren’t for the fact it was indeed his idea to do this. Poe was the one that said he wanted you to tease him, fuck him, literally anything but let him cum. He wanted to work for it, to beg and plead until you decided whether or not he deserved it.

“One more, I promise.” Your hand grips his curls before your lips crash onto his, a heated kiss shared while you lower yourself back onto his cock. Poe moans against your lips before hitting his head against the wall he’s leaned against. Slowly you rock your hips, enjoying the friction it creates. Your hands rest on his bare chest, using the leverage to push away from him as you pick up your pace. His eyes open only to lock onto where his cock has disappeared into you and he audibly whines.

“Let me hold you, please, please, please baby.” He’s a mumbling mess as he fights every urge to just grab onto your hips, flip you over and fuck you until he’s sated. But he’s just so good at listening to orders—when it comes to you at least and he’s had his hands gripping the sheets until his knuckles turn white this whole time. Poe’s been nothing but obedient so why not reward him for that. Your hands find his and with ease he lets you place them on your chest just as you begin to bounce on his cock again. He’s in heaven in that split second, very quickly approaching the precipice again, that is until you halt your movements. Denying him the simple pleasure of cumming inside you. 

“Just one more honey,” you press your lips to his in a chaste kiss and he grumbles out something before his hands are wrapped around your back, tugging you down.

“No more.” His hips piston upwards, his cock driving in and out of you at a much faster pace. “Can’t take anymore.” His head pushes into your shoulder and the grip of his hands tightens on your body. Your skin prickles with pain but you’re more overwhelmed by the sudden change of pace. The pleasure allows you to give into whatever Poe wants, your arms gripping tightly around his neck, a hand slipping into his hair in need of something to grab onto. Curses tumble out of his mouth as he tries his best to go harder. Then in a sudden you’re on your back, the back of your thighs pressed against his chest and rapidly Poe’s hips hammer into yours. Your hands reach for his face when you see his dark eyes lock onto the place where you both meet again. You come in contact with his warm skin and his eyes immediately snap up to yours and he lunges forward until your lips crash together. He’s messily kissing you while he grunts until he comes to an abrupt stop. A deep groan escaping him as his head drops to your shoulder. You both stay like that, heavy breathing and sweaty skin, for a moment until Poe’s voice sounds in your ear, “sorry.” He lifts his head and there’s a sheepish look on his face and you can’t help but giggle. Poe’s eyebrows push together, confused by your response.

“Baby,” your fingers brush along the back of his neck and his face softens, “did it feel good?” The sheepish look returns to his face as he nods just slightly, “And did you enjoy it?” Again another nod and his eyes finally reach yours, “then you have nothing to be sorry for.” Poe nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses there as he does. “But,” his head immediately snaps up, a small look of concern on his face, “we're definitely doing it again.” That concern is immediately forgotten as a grin slips onto his face, “and I won’t be so nice next time.” Giggles are pushing past your lips as you kiss again and you can tell with the fervour of the kiss that Poe is definitely excited by the idea.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 10

Day Nine | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Eleven

Pairing: Stripper!Poe Dameron x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

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

“Ladies, please welcome to the stage—Flyboooooy!” 

A scream goes up from the surrounding crowd, and it’s so loud that you have to fight the urge to raise your hands and plug your ears. Your best friend leans over, whacks your leg, insists, “This is the one I told you about!” She practically has to yell to be heard over the pounding music, and the continuous clamor around you, “This is why I wanted to come here for my bachelorette—Oh my god, look at him!” 

You manage to tear your gaze from your best friend’s glowing expression to look up at where she's pointing. And—goddamn are you glad that you do. Your mouth falls open involuntarily as you take in the sight of him.

The man on the stage is breathtakingly beautiful. 

He’s…Glistening. That’s gotta be body oil, or something, right? He has to have been oiled up before he came out. He literally just got on stage, there’s no way he’s so sweaty already. Does he do that himself, or is that, like…A job that you could apply for—? 

Your gaze travels from the heavy boots on his feet, up over the orange flight suit that’s been unzipped to his navel, showcasing his rippling abs as he gyrates under the lights. You look further upward, slowly letting your eyes slip over his pecs, his neck, the plush plumpness of his smiling lips, up over the slope of his nose. You can’t see his eyes well, but from what you can see, they look dark and warm, and inviting. His tongue sweeps across his lips as he shifts and dances to the song being blared over the strip club’s speakers. You sink back into your seat as if it could swallow you—as if the man wouldn’t be able to spot you beyond what must be blinding lights. 

It’s only a few moments before he’s gravitating toward the crowd on either side of the stage, rolling his hips and grinning as bills are tucked into his flight suit. He makes his way to the front of the stage as he shrugs off his sleeves and flexes, inciting a fresh wave of admiration from the people in the front row. Your friend is no different—she’s practically jumping out of her seat and waving her fist full of dollars. Despite that, as Flyboy walks down the stairs, he makes a decisive beeline right toward you. 

Your mouth is hanging open almost stupidly. Your hands flex in the fabric of your dress, and you press yourself further back into the seat. Maybe he’s actually looking past you? Maybe he’s going to go right past you and—

You suck in a nervous breath as he plants his hands on the leather of the booth on either side of your head, lowering himself to straddle your lap. You peer up at him, stunned. What do you even do now? You can’t touch him, right? Are you smiling? 

He lowers himself, speaking just loudly enough for you to hear him over the music. 

“First time?” 

His voice is so inviting and smooth—and jeez, are you that obvious? Do you seem so out of place? You nod a little, thighs squeezing shut as his hips thrust and roll slowly against you. He leans back to get a better look at you, grinning as he undulates in your lap. You lean up, calling out, “She’s the bride!” And nodding beside yourself. It’s not loud enough, apparently, because he doesn't so much as look in her direction. You gather your courage and lean into him, curling your hand around one side of his jumpsuit, and hauling him into you. His eyes widen a touch as his arms bend to allow for the movement. You go still, your brain scrambled with him so close to you. You lean up, certain that he’ll lean away. When he holds still, you lean into his ear, pointing to your best friend. 

“It’s her bachelorette party,” You tell him. It takes him a moment before he nods, patting your side gently. He shifts over to your friend, a grin taking up residence on his lips as he straddles her lap. She lets out a shriek of excitement, her hands shoving bills into the jumpsuit as Flyboy snaps back into action. You can’t help but watch him covetously, eyes traveling over him as he takes your friend’s hand and leads her up the steps to the stage. Your envy swells as he lowers her to the ground, his biceps bulging as he braces himself over her. He glances up toward you, shooting you a warm grin and a wink before he refocuses on your best friend. 

--  

“How’s your head, girly?” You ask, tipping your head toward the phone in your dashboard holder, eyes set on the road. Your friend just groans in response, and you can’t help but smile. 

“Please tell me you’re not going into work,” You add.

“Already called out.” 

“Atta girl.” You lean back in your seat as you reach a red light. “Drink plenty of room temp water, eat some plain rice or pasta, take your advil. I’ll call to check on you later.” 

“Mm.” 

“Okay. Love you, too.”

You reach out, hanging up the phone before you shift your attention back to the road. You turn down the block, frowning as you hear a clanking noise from the engine. Oh—No, no, no, not good. You manage to pull the car over just as smoke rises from beneath the hood. Ugh, goddamnit. You groan, tipping your head back against the headrest and whacking your hand against the steering wheel as an acrid scent makes its way to you. Motherfucker. So much for running wedding errands. You sigh, taking your phone out of its holder on the dashboard and typing in mechanics near me. 

--  

You’re staring again. You know that you shouldn’t be, but…Goddamn, how is this man just as attractive in the middle of a garage as he is on the club stage? He’s in a jumpsuit again, but it’s dark blue, and actually on all the way. It’s unzipped, revealing a white muscle tee with a few smudges of oil. 

Someone clearing their throat beside you makes you jolt, and you look up, slapping a smile on as the young woman that had shown you into the garage (Rey is on her name tag in red thread) passes you coffee in a styrofoam cup. 

“Thanks,” You murmur before raising it to your lips. There’s no reason to blow on it other than to give you something to do with your mouth. 

The mechanic glances at you as he straightens up from bending over your car. 

“Shouldn’t take too long,” He reassures with a small smile.

You have no idea what that means. 

“Ah, right. Of course.” 

He chuckles softly, and your stomach flips at the sound. 

“Not much of a car person?” He plies. 

“No, not really,” You admit, shaking your head. He nods, turning back to his work. For a few blissful moments, you think that you may be able to just sit there and peacefully scroll through instagram reels for the hour. 

Unfortunately, luck is not on your side. 

“So did you enjoy yourself?” He asks. 

You frown. “When my car broke down?” 

The man casts you a knowing look over his shoulder, and you know that you’re caught as goosebumps break out across your body. You offer him a guilty smile before raising the coffee cup to your lips to try and hide it. 

“Your friend seemed to have a good time,” He adds.

“Oh, she did. It was her idea to go there, actually, she uh…She goes there pretty often.”

“Not your usual night out?” 

“No, definitely not. I mean, I don’t mean definitely like—it’s just not my go-to. I do other things, other non-strip-club things.” You have never spoken this much or this badly in your entire life. “Not that it wasn’t nice! I mean it was great, you guys were all, uh…Spectacular.” 

His brows jump and lower in the space of a second before he repeats, “Spectacular,” To himself in a mutter. Damnit, why did you have to say that? Why couldn't you just say it was great or fun like a normal human being? You set the coffee cup aside and stand from your seat, wandering toward the car and leaning against the side to watch him work. He’s a different kind of attractive as he works so diligently. You watch as his hands move with steady surety, his focus heavy on the components beneath the hood. 

“How did you wind up being Flyboy?” You ask, unable to staunch your curiosity any longer. “I mean is it something that was assigned to you or did they already have, like, a cop and a cowboy and a construction worker…”

“You do know that it’s a strip club and not the Village People?” He asks, smile widening as your face goes hot with embarrassment. He waves off your apology before you can voice it, adding, “I chose the character.” 

“It’s a good one…Suits you,” You add as he lifts his chin to look at you again. “I mean, the jumpsuit is very, um,” You wave a hand toward him. “It’s a good look. Solid. Works now, too, even though it’s…Different.” 

You ought to sit back down. Let the man do his work. You start to push yourself away from the car, but before you can get far, he straightens up and holds his hand out to you. 

“I’m Poe.” 

Poe. It suits him just as well as Flyboy does. 

You shake his hand as you give him your name, trying not to hone in on his warm, steady grasp. 

“It’s nice to meet you.” 

“You, too,” You nod. You begin to draw away, but you hear Poe curse softly, taking hold of your wrist. Your stomach flips as you look down at your palm, spotting a smudge of oil there. 

“I’m sorry,” He draws a rag out from his pocket and gently scrubs at the spot. 

“It’s okay,” You smile. You lift your gaze to his as his movements slow, and find him watching you closely. The way he watches you is different from last night. It doesn’t have that bright, devil-may-care look that you’d seen just a few hours ago. You lower your gaze back to your hand, bashfully drawing it out of his grip. 

“I, uh—I should let you work.” 

“And I should stop getting oil all over you.” 

You let out a nervous laugh, giving a small, lame wave before heading back to your seat. 

--  

It’s late when you spot an unfamiliar cellphone on the floorboard of your car. You’re not even sure how Poe's phone got in there—he never got into your car. But it couldn’t be anyone else’s. You make a call to the club, hopeful that you can just drop it off, but when you get there, you’re shown to a table. 

“I really, um—” You bumble, lowering yourself into the seat reluctantly, “I just needed to drop something off for Po—I mean, for Flyboy—” Crap, don’t call him that, they’ve gotta know his real name, right? 

“He’s up in a minute, I can bring you back afterwards.” 

Back? Afterwards? You’re not sure which part of that is more concerning, but the announcer is crowing, “Flyboooooooooy!”, and it’s just too late to do anything but stare at a deer in the headlights. 

…Well, that’s not exactly true. You could definitely still get up and not watch this. You know where the bathroom is, it’s not like they would’ve moved it since yesterday. But you find yourself glued to the seat, and you’re entranced by the way he moves all over again. His raw sensuality seems at once in concert and at odds with the way he looked into your eyes this morning. 

You can still leave, right? You can sneak away, and leave the phone with the bartender, or—

Or you could stay completely glued to your seat as Poe heads right toward you again. Oh, crap. Your BFF isn’t even there for you to nod him toward. You sit stock-still and stunned as Poe straddles your lap, grasping the booth behind you. He moves so seamlessly, rolling his hips with ease and fluidity. You can’t help but stare. Your gaze sweeps over his rippling muscles as you take in the musky scent of his cologne, and the heat of his body over yours. Your eyes drift back up to his face, and you can’t help but smile at the warm glint in his eyes, and the wink that he gives you. You lean up, speaking into his ear, 

“Shouldn’t you be performing for people who can actually give you something?” 

He laughs, nodding a little. “Maybe.” 

But he doesn’t budge. 

--  

“He’s over there,” One of the other performers waves you toward the other end of the dressing room. You mutter your thanks before you avert your eyes, hurrying through the scantily clad male performers. It is so damn embarrassing. Do they think you’re just some random creep that doesn’t know the line between what happens on stage and their real lives? Do they know Poe was grinding up against you just a little while ago? Do they know that you’re helplessly turned on, dripping wet from his attention?

When you finally catch sight of Poe, he's fully clothed, wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a t-shirt. It’s almost odd to see him in something other than a jumpsuit. He turns his head, smile blooming as he catches sight of you. 

“Hey there.” 

“Hi.” 

Poe casts a glance over your shoulder before he nods over his shoulder and holds his hand out, urging, “C’mon.” 

Glancing behind yourself, you find the other performers watching the two of you with interest. You take hold of Poe’s hand, letting him lead you out through a back door. You step into a small back courtyard with him, glancing around. With how plush the interior of the club is, you shouldn’t be so surprised by how nice it is out there, too. The space is paved with light-toned stone; there’s a staircase to your right that seems to lead up to a porch. There are a few benches further back, and what appears to be a dormant water fountain. 

“Do you guys do events out here?” You ask.

“Sometimes, yeah. In the summer.” Poe tucks his hands into his pockets, leaning against the wall beside you. “So, did you enjoy yourself?” 

You warm with bashfulness as you nod, your smile widening as he grins. 

“It’s like I said earlier, you’re all very talented.” 

“I believe the word you used at the garage was spectacular.” 

Dangit, you’re never going to live that down. 

“Yes, I—It was. oh, before i forget...” You fish into your pocket, drawing Poe’s phone out. It lights up as you do, exposing an absolutely precious picture of a corgi puppy at a pumpkin patch, an orange and white bandana tucked into his collar. 

“Right, thank you.” He takes it from you and puts it into his pocket without checking for any missed messages or calls. 

“How did it wind up in my car, anyway?” You frown. “You worked on, you know,” You wave your hand vaguely toward empty air. “The outside.” 

“Must’ve slipped when I leaned into to make sure she was starting up right.” 

Your eyes narrow slightly as you nod slowly. 

“Right…And I would buy that if you hadn’t asked me to do that for you while you kept an eye on things under the hood.” 

Poe’s smile never wavers, but he does huff a quiet laugh before dropping his eyes and raising his hands in surrender. 

“Alright, busted,” He nods. Your brows jump. 

“So how—”

“I might’ve chucked it in there when you went to pay the bill.”

“Why?”

“How else was I supposed to see you again?” 

Your stomach swoops at the admission, stunned. Poe’s gaze sweeps across your face as he steps a little closer. His eyes drift from yours, down to your lips, and linger there for a moment before gently sweeping up again, fixing you with a sweet, curious gaze. 

“Tell me if I’m way off-base here,” He murmurs. You give a small shake of your head, reaching out and gently trailing your fingers over the back of his hand. He ducks in, lips brushing hesitantly against yours before he gives you a sweet kiss. Your eyes slip shut at the tender pressure, your hand lifting to cup his cheek as his arms curl around your waist. You lean into him, smiling as he turns you, pressing you back against the building. You loop your arms around his shoulders, teasing your tongue across his lips. He parts his lips with a sigh, and your clit throbs as his tongue tangles filthily with yours. 

You jump, reeling back when someone bangs on the door beside you from the inside. 

“You two done out there?” A man calls out, “Ben’s itching for a smoke break before the next show and he’s being a dick to everyone that area being for dancers only.” 

Poe groans softly, calling back, “Alright, thanks, Finn!” 

He leans in, peppering your jaw with sweet kisses. You’re certain that the two of you will part ways, but he tips his chin up, murmuring,

“Did you drive here?” 

--  

It’s a mad dash to your car from the club. The sky opens up and pours rain the minute you step outside. You grasp Poe’s hand, running through the downpour. By the time you reach the car and get the doors open (it takes a little longer than usual—the battery in your key fob is on the fritz), the two of you are dripping wet and panting. You each duck into the front seat, doors slamming shut on either side. The two of you practically collide as you lean in to kiss over the console. 

You groan quietly, the sound nearly drowned out by the hammering of the rain on the roof. Poe draws your lower lip between his teeth, giving it a rough tug, only letting go when you whimper. 

“Fuck—C’mere,” Poe urges, cranking the seat lever and pushing it as far back as it’ll go, stopping until it’s nearly flush with the backseat. You gracelessly maneuver across the console, whacking your knee against the gear shift on your way. Poe grasps the waistband of your leggings, drawing you down on top of him. You lean closer, pressing your chest to his as you blindly seatch for the lever to recline the seat. Poe’s hands smooth up your back as you catch hold of it. You yank it a little too fast, causing the two of you to jolt as the seat drops. The whack of the seat against the backseat makes Poe’s head bounce, whacking into yours. You both yelp, reaching for your heads as Poe laughs. 

“Oh—I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” You gasp through Poe’s laughter. He shakes his head, lowering his hand, his eyes bright in the cramped, dim interior.

“It’s alright, I'm fine,” He insists, still chuckling. “Are you?”

“I’m fine,” You nod. His grin melts as the laughter quiets, leaning up as you curl into him again. You dip your head, flicking your tongue against his lips. His mouth opens with a quiet groan as his hands smooth up your back. You settle more fully on top of him, rolling your hips down. Oh—god, you can feel him hardening in sweatpants. Poe leans up, kissing along your neck as you begin to grind down against him. He hums against your skin. 

“This is starting to feel eerily familiar.” 

You giggle, sitting up as much as you can without your head whacking the roof of the car. 

“Oh, this?” You tease. You grasp the car seat beside Poe’s head. You roll your body, approximating the moves from his act. He hums, leaning back and tucking his arms behind his head. Your gaze greedily travels the swell of his biceps in the short sleeves of his rain-soaked shirt. 

“Mhm,” He hums, subtly pushing his hips up against yours. You reach down, beginning to draw your shirt up and off, but he tuts softly. 

“Slower,” He murmurs. Your body goes hot from the order, but you do as he says, slowly peeling your shirt up and off. You drop it into the backseat foot well before you bow over him again, grinding back against the growing bulge in his pants. Poe loops his arm around you, making short work of your bra’s fastening. It’s the next thing to go as you toss it onto the seat beside you. 

Poe leans up, brushing his lips over your breast before delicately stroking and sucking one of your nipples. You hiss softly, winding your hand into his hair and savoring the teasing flicks and laps. You snake a hand between the two of you, palming his cock through his pants. Poe moans into your skin, smoothing his hand down your bare belly and slipping it beneath the band of your leggings. You gasp as his fingers press against the damp fabric of your panties, your hips pushing down into his touch. He lets your flesh slip from his lips as he tips his head up nuzzling against your jaw. 

“Fuck, that’s all for me, isn’t it, sweetheart,” He groans. You nod, squeezing your eyes shut as you grind your hips down into his touch. 

“Can I touch you?” He presses, “Can I play with your pretty pussy?” 

“Fuck, please, please,” You beg, touch stuttering as he pushes the seat of your panties aside, swiping the pads of his finger across your soaked folds. He groans roughly, his cock pulsing beneath you. You turn your head, catching Poe’s lips with yours and nipping at his lip. The two of you begin to rock in sync, hips rolling into each other’s touch. Your breasts rub against the almost course texture of his wet t-shirt, sending trickles of pleasure through your body. It’s embarrassing, but you’re so goddamn wound up—

“Poe,” You warn softly, “I don’t—Fuck, I’m close.” 

Poe curses against your skin, sawing his hips up into your hand more harshly as the swipes against your clit become more and more insistent. The movement makes your sensitive nipples rub more harshly against his shirt, bringing you closer to the edge. You can feel the car rocking with your joint thrusts as the two of you chase your pleasure. You use the back of the chair as leverage to grind more firmly into his hand. You can feel him watching you closely, but you can’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed, not when you’re right on the edge—

Your orgasm washes over you slowly, your moans unabashedly loud in the car, and mingling with his as you feel his cock twitching beneath your hand, warmth spreading beneath your palm. The two of you slowly come to a stop, each gently slipping your hands away from one another. Poe wraps his arms around you, drawing you back down on top of him and resting his hand on your nape. You cuddle against him, as you trade lazy, syrupy kisses. You close your eyes as they break, resting your face against his neck. 

“...What time do you have to go back in there?” You mumble. 

“In a bit.” 

“Okay.” 

“Can I see you later?” 

You smile, trailing a finger along his chest. 

“At the club?” 

“I can’t do the things I wanna do to you at the club. Not without losing my job, anyway.” 

You tip your head up, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“My place or yours?” 

“Either. I’m fine with the car again, too.” 

“I’m not sure that’s the best idea.” 

The sudden knocking on your window startles you, and you burrow closer to Poe’s chest and he tightens his grip on you. 

“Ten minutes,” A warning comes through the window. Poe sighs heavily, dropping his head against the rest once the man has retreated. 

“Ben,” He grumbles. “Dick.” 

“I should, uh,” You look at the partially-fogged windows warily. “I should let you get back to work.” 

“Whose place later?” Poe presses. “I should warn you, I have roommates.” 

“I don’t.” 

“Your place it is.” 

You smile, tugging your bra on before reaching for your shirt…Which is still soaking wet and covered in bits of schmutz from the foot well. Well that's gross. When was the last time you vacumed your car? 

“Here.” 

Before you have a chance to argue, Poe is pulling his shirt off and helping you into it. 

“But—What’ll you leave in?” 

“I’ve got extra clothes inside, don’t worry about it.” 

Poe gently levers the seat back into a seated position before reaching into his pocket, drawing his phone out. You watch him open it, smiling against the picture of the corgi. 

“Cute dog,” You comment.

“That’s Bee-Bee. He’s my baby.” 

You take his phone as he holds it out to you, typing in your contact, then sending a text to yourself. You turn the phone toward him again, waiting just a few seconds before your phone goes off with the message. “Text me when you’re done tonight.” 

“It'll be late.”

“I don’t mind.”

Poe reaches up, cupping your cheek and drawing you down for another kiss. You sink into him, sliding your hands covetously over his chest and arms. Oh…You can’t make him late. 

“Don’t you,” You mumble between kisses, “Have somewhere to be?” 

“Ben said ‘ten minutes’ like two minute ago,” Poe argues, hand sneaking up under your shirt. “We’ve got time.” 

“Seven minutes?” 

“Eight-ish.”

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[lilacliquors]

kinktober 2023 masterlist

all of kinktober 2023 under the cut!

day one: praise kink - druig

day two: edging - soldier boy

day three: pegging - miguel o'hara

day four: somnophilia - soldier boy

day five: bondage - homelander

day six: cuckolding - diego hargreeves

day seven: mutual masturbation - poe dameron

day eight: public sex - diego hargreeves

day nine: wax play - dealer's choice - kuai liang

day ten: predator / prey - homelander

day eleven: anal - billy butcher

day twelve: face sitting - kingo

day thirteen: body worship - soldier boy

day fourteen: quickie - miguel o'hara

day fifteen: lingerie - miguel o'hara

day sixteen: degradation - homelander

day seventeen: dirty talk - billy butcher

day eighteen: biting / marking - steve rogers

day nineteen: spanking - miguel o'hara

day twenty: vibrators - dealer's choice - johnny cage

day twenty one: breeding kink - syzoth

day twenty two: multiple orgasms - sub!miguel

day twenty three: hate sex - soldier boy

day twenty four: hair pulling - homelander

day twenty five: shower sex - billy hargrove

day twenty six: voyuerism - homelander

day twenty seven: sixty-nine - billy hargrove

day twenty eight: cockwarming - dane whitman

day twenty nine: size kink - miguel o'hara

day thirty: thigh riding - poe dameron

day thirty one: uniform - soldier boy

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I couldn’t find it in me to wake you

kinktober, day ten

a/n: oops. poe just gets too damn horny when his pretty girlfriend sleeps right next to him.

warnings: poe dameron x reader, smut, dubcon/noncon, somno, established relationship, thigh fucking, dirty talk

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A hazy hum escaped your lips before your eyes even fluttered open, your hips instantly rolling before you realised what was happening. Face nuzzled in the back of your neck, breathing heavily, there lied your boyfriend, though not in the stillness of slumber as you realised what the fussy sensation between your soft thighs was. 

“Poe?” you breathe groggily as he desperately fucked the flesh just shy south of your core, “w-what are you-”

“Shh, it’s okay, babe,” he croaked, snaking an arm around your waist, “you can just go back to sleep, it’s alright.”

As your hips then intuitively gave a gentle wiggle, you let out a gasp as the movement caused his thrusts to angle further up, his bulbous tip ending each lavish motion with a dizzying poke to your clit. Eyes fluttering closed, your hand shot back to cling to his back as a wordless plea for him to keep going. 

“Sorry, you just needed your rest,” you felt his kisses flutter across your neck as he panted, “I couldn’t find it in me to wake you,” his pace grew more insistent as he then groaned, “but your ass felt so damn soft against my dick and then you kind of shifted a bit in your sleep, and your thighs just kind of-…” his confession was abruptly cut off and morphed into a strangled moan as you swiftly sensed his hot load slicken up your inner thighs, “fuck…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[ivystoryweaver]

Ivy's Kinktober Masterlist

Main Masterlist

I mostly got my prompts from this prompt list by @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

🍑 "In Service of the General" - Poe Dameron - thigh riding

🍆 "Deeper" - Orestes - edgeplay, love bites, teratophilia

🍑 "Experimental Freedom" - Victor Frankenstein - master/servant, oral, overstimulation

🍆 "Dirty" - Abel Morales - spanking, degradation

Events Masterlist || Main Masterlist

[eyelessfaces]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

poe dameron x reader

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤: love bites

warnings: mentions of sex... come on guys it's kinktober, so obviously. aside from the obvious ones because of the kink, I don't think it has any warnings!

word count: 0.5k

updates blog: @eyelessupdates

“Better make use of that scarf of yours” you’d told him teasingly, leaving a kiss at his shoulder when he examined his neck in the refreshers mirror.

The surface was covered in bite marks and hickeys, small trails of red and purple spots covering his olive skin, the contrast of the colors faint yet …noticeable by the quantity.

"It's not even cold" he murmurs, the tip of his fingers lightly grazing the area, head tilted to the side so he could access it.

You press yourself closer to him, your chest pressed flush against his back, your lips almost grazing his ear.

"Well, if you prefer everyone knowing what their commander did tonight…" you whisper, smiling, and he chuckles at your words, a snide smirk over your face as you wrap your arms around his waist, tucking your face in the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss over the fresh marks on his warm skin.

You hadn’t even meant to mark him that much, at first. 

It had been a long, prolonged session of languid, slow love making, and when you had changed positions and started ever so slowly and lazily bouncing on his lap after a couple orgasms, you noticed the thin, shiny overlay of sweat having built up over his neck, and you had been rather enticed by the idea of licking it off of him.

A low grunt coming deep from his throat had left his mouth when you tasted the saltiness of his skin as you simultaneously licked and kissed it, his hands gripping tighter and his fingers pressing harder onto your hips, guiding you up and down his cock as he threw his head back to give your mouth more access. 

Despite how pleasant it was at the moment, he hadn’t anticipated the remnants of your actions over his skin, and he should have known, considering how eagerly you had begun to bite and suck at his neck, the work of your mouth contrasting with the lazy rolling of your hips, the only energy left after your few orgasms now poured into abusing his muscular neck and tender skin.

He could not say he was mad at you, though. 

There was something exciting about seeing his reflection in the mirror, the colored spots over his neck standing out and proving he was yours, and you were the one that did this to him, that claimed him. 

Maybe if positioned correctly, the collar of his flight suit would cover them, and no one would know, and this option would be the most professional one, but the most boring one.

He could use a little spice, and he knew that everyone would notice but no one would actually dare asking questions about it, and something about this fact lit something in him.

"You know what," he starts, watching into your eyes as you lift your head from the crook of his neck and look at him through the mirror. A smirk grows over his lips. 

“I think I want them to know.” 

—

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- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 -

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 | 18+ | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐏𝐨𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: language, impact play, choking, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, praising, dumbification, rough Poe, mean dom poe,

𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫-𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

This was a side you’d never seen from Poe. He had a fist full of your hair, hips ramming into you as his cock buried deep inside you. Seconds ago you were face down ass up, and now you were pinned on his back.

Your head flew onto his shoulder as he harshly fucked you in need. You felt yourself shaking as your eyes squeezed shut. You jumped as you felt a slap on your face “ah ah sweetheart, eyes on mine” he hissed.

You whined as you stared into his eyes, dumbly bouncing along with his thrust before he sucked soft kisses onto your neck. “Sweet as candy” he hummed into your neck, hips rocking into your tight pussy.

Before you could even think, Poe manhandled you onto your back, he spread your legs with a smile on his face “look at that” he hummed.

He watched the slick drip down your messy cunt, licking his lips as he noticed it drip onto his sheets. You whined as he rubbed his cock through your folds, his puffy tip nudging at your swollen clit ever so slightly.

His lips latched onto yours as he aligned himself between your legs. He caught your moans in his mouth as he slipped into your cunt, a chuckle leaving him as he noticed how your eyes rolled back the second he stuffed you full.

You couldn’t help but close your eyes as he picked up the pace, you felt like you were floating, your whole body vibrating in pleasure as he nudged the perfect spot in you.

You could even hear him calling your name from how lost you were, what helped you come out of your trance was the smack on your face. You moaned as he squeezed your cheeks and picked up the pace “didn’t I tell you to look at me sweetheart? Or do I have to keep this pretty little face up myself?”

You hummed as he rammed his fat cock inside you at a brutal pace. You bounced up with each thrust and hiccuped as he sloppily kissed you. “Look at my girl, so damn gorgeous” he smiled.

You were holding onto his biceps for dear life as he began to lift his hips up, hitting deep inside you at a new angle. His hand squeeze around your throat as he slid in and out of your messy pussy “f- oh-“ you tried to get out a single word but to no avail.

He was hitting the perfectly spot continuously it was overwhelming. Shaky moans began to spill out of you, letting him know you were close. “Yeahh that’s it” he cooed, thumb rolling on your soft clit to help you reach your high.

You cried out in bliss as you squeezed him tightly, pussy gushing all over his cock as his pace began to get sloppy. “Fuck fuck” he hissed as he watched your pussy pulsing around him, his eyes hypnotized by the way you dumbly say his name with a smile on your face.

His thick ropes of cum covered your already coated walls. He made sure to get every last drop deep inside you as he held you close for a few seconds just to make sure it all went in.

Both of you were shaking from the intensity of the orgasm, his lips crashed on yours in bliss as he slipped out of your needy pussy.

Poe definitely doesn’t regret taking up your offer about being as rough as he wanted with you now.