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supernovafeather · 2 years

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His Obsession (18+)

FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader

Content : smut, unprotected sex, friends to lovers, manipulation, breeding kink, Supreme!Leader!Poe, dark!Poe, murder, angst, fluff.

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In this chaotic world submitted to perpetual metamorphosis, you were a pillar. Always there, there for years and holding everything in place without breaking despite the dozens of storms that had threatened you.

War was the worst kind of obstacle he could ever imagine and yet, you were still there. Blood had been shed in unbelievable amount at every corner of the galaxy and nowadays loss was the only things universally shared. Poe gave up on his beloved pilot life to reach some higher spheres, ending up as a General whilst you were still fighting against that ridiculous Resistance.

The first time he saw you leaving the mother ship onboard of your TIE his heart sunk. He never realized how tiny his closest and precious friend was in space, and got confused at the memory of your warm skin he felt for the first time the same morning. It was crazy how much more you started to mean to him yet how insignificant you were for others.

"I told you I would be alright," you said with a wide smile and a nonchalant stance with your hands on your hips, "you used to do the same as me before you became General Dameron. So don't even dare lecture me on my amazing skills."

So that was that anger you felt whenever he would run up to danger like an idiot thinking he could defy anything anytime ? He recognized that smile and that cockiness, it was his. He had influenced you too much throughout the years.

"I would never lecture you about your skills I know you got them," he argued back with a stern gaze, "but don't start to think you can do whatever pleases you only because you can."

"Poe I'm alright." You sighed with a sad smirk.

He was not in love with you, at least he thought he was not. After all now that you would have sex together on a regular basis confusion could be easy to make. From your personality to appearance to you voice, he loved everything. But could he fall in love with you ? Impossible. He was a lonely General that had no actual friend and had to find some way to blow some steam after awful stressful days. Between Kylo Ren, the Resistance and many problems erupting from time to time on the frontline or in the First Order ranks he could only be busy non stop.

For a man whose heart had kept on turning darker and darker with bitterness he felt much better around you. Your encounters were getting rarer as your new Commander tried to get you on missions more often than ever, but Poe found a solution.

What happened to that guy by the way ?" Poe asked innocently.

"I don't know, maybe he was feeling sick." You shrugged from the bed.

Of course that poison would disturb his stomach. Poe was relieved you didn't witness the impressive amount of blood your superior lost while he was screaming in pain. The General smiled with his back turned to you as he put his pants back on. He would love to announce you right now that you would get promoted as the Commander of your own squadron, your lifelong dream since you were a kid. But he couldn't. He had been pretending he would respect your wish of letting you some space to take your own decisions. His sweet friend was so brave on the battlefield, so sweet in bed, so comforting in life.

The day everyone learned about the poisoning, Poe felt his darkest murderous instincts kicking in. No one suspected him in the assassination of that beloved Commander of course. They were all feeding his own hatred towards the Resistance, that kriffing Resistance that started to gain some territories here and there. Whispers, frowns, clenched fists. Anger was mounting and fuelling itself, unstoppable. Solidarity between the squadrons improved the statistics to a an unbelievable level. Due to the invasive and vicious way the attack unfolded, Poe also managed to unlock new military financial aid and got the authorization to restructure the army.

How good he was to you to congratulate you for your promotion. How nice and caring he was when he hugged you so tightly and whispered to you that you had nothing to fear from the Resistance.

"You're my sweet girl, nothing's going to happen to you." He would whisper to your ear between your moans. "My brave sweet girl. The best Commander."

"Shut up Poe," you chuckled breathlessly before kissing his cheek, "you're a General you shouldn't-"

His sudden hip thrust shut your mouth as he witnessed your body arching up to embrace that lazy orgasm. He didn't tolerate that you saw him as a General and not as Poe Dameron. He was Poe. Your Poe if you wanted him to be your Poe. He would be whatever you wanted him to be but never, never imply he was someone else. Did you have any idea how much that meant to him ? No of course not you were too busy mewling as his thrusts were getting almost hateful - it was not directed to you but to that kriffing endless war affecting him and you. He wanted to feel you pulling on his black curls more often, why couldn't he taste your lips as much as he wanted when he was one of the most powerful men of the galaxy ? Why couldn't he enjoy his life ? On this same morning he saw the first grey hair appearing here and there, some wrinkles as well.

"Poe." You would mewl again and again with your hands grabbing his hair.

He was pleasing you so much that his ego was starting to combust. He needed to make you his, to show how worthy you were of the honor of becoming the General's partner in life. He would defy Ren and his stupidity to have the right to cherish you openly.

The Supreme Leader knew. In one way or another. Unbearable taunts sliding from time to time during meetings as other officers would look down either in amusement or fear. Poe wasn't as afraid as he used to be. Ren was weak.

And one day, Ren was gone and everyone remained silent as they watched Poe's anger unleashed spreading desolation on his path. It was not out of thirst for destruction that he order that massive slaughter, no no no no. It was that infinite joy of learning about you. You, the oblivious love of his life. He had to protect you from that danger.

He learned about your pregnancy completely randomly, by checking your blood and urine tests like he would do for any other main squadrons' Commanders. It unlocked something in him. He had to confess his love for you, his obsession with making you his, and the time Ren started to imply that you would be better in your role in another corner of the galaxy - one where no First Order soldier had yet came back alive from - he snapped, plunging that knife dozens of times in the Supreme Leader's chest in some animalistic instinct to make sure that corpse would never walk again. No one moved, not even you. And once out of breath and with his outfit soaked in that thick blood, he knew he won.

Poe took things in his own hands, his face now known in the whole galaxy. He knew how pilots felt and what their frustrations were. He made them more efficient than ever. He improved the logistics. He was so better than Ren, he was respected, he made love to you literally every night now that he could do whatever he wanted. He promoted you once more in a hybrid position permitting you to fly yet never to reach the frontline itself. He felt your relief of not risking your life as much as before and also because he respected your wish not to prevent you from piloting. You still had no idea of your pregnancy but he felt you falling harder and harder for him after he took so much good care of you during your mysterious illness.

He loved those flirting gazes you would send him from across the room. The ones saying "I'm sweet please devour me tonight". Of course he would, why were you even asking ?

Then it clicked. He saw it in your gaze as he was embracing you from behind in a luxurious hotel room, the both of you naked as he kissed your neck, his hands caressing your belly. Your clouded eyes snapped back to reality as he was bending you over the sink, his shaft sliding inside you.

It didn't stop him from grinding sensually against you, holding your gaze in the reflection. It didn't stop him neither from making you love it, your left hand fingers grabbing the ones on your belly.

"Are you trying to-" you breathed out before moaning loudly.

"What ?" He asked tiredly.

He bent you completely over the sink, his hand grabbing your hair to force you to look down as he penetrated you. Three days with you dominating him had been exceptionally good and stimulating but he needed a break.

"Are you-are you..." you moaned before stopping, your whole body tensing up.

"Tell me what I am sweetheart." He growled with a smirk as he witnessed you coming undone.

You couldn't articulate anything and he made it last for as long as he could before ejaculating in the most satisfying orgasm he had ever experienced. The right amount of control, the right amount of care, the right amount of skin against his. He was addicted.

"Am I pregnant?" You breathed out as he was still inside you.

Oh his sweet sweet sweet girl.

"You are." He confirmed before letting a trail of kisses all over your neck.

"They never told me anything." You complained.

"It's not an emergency case for pilots." He mumbled.

"When was I supposed to know about it ?" You protested.

Great, now you were upset. Like he needed to have you turning your back to him for something else than sex.

"I love you my girl. I wanted you to take your time, to realize what your body was trying to tell you." He whispered to your ear tenderly.

He didn't imagine his confession to be made like that and especially with such a lie attached to it, but the essential point for him was that you now knew about your condition. His sweet girl, his guide throughout all those years was carrying his baby.

"That's the weirdest explanation you could even come up with." You replied with a displeased frown in the reflection. "I know when you lie to me Poe. I know you."

Why weren't you confessing your obvious love to him now ? What did he do wrong ? Upset, he slid out of you, not even thrilled by the trail of white liquid drooling from your pussy. That was anticlimactic to the extreme. It was the first time he was disappointed in your encounters.

"What can I say ? I wasn't the one having to tell you. It was their job. I don't check medical records." He said as he walked away with the only wish to be far away from you.

"You do check those tests, you already joked about some pilots' conditions !"

Oh kriff not now. It stressed him out to have you scolding him. He didn't like that at all. His hands were even shaking.

"I love you. I wanted you to realize your were pregnant. I thought you would like it." He mumbled as you stayed there.

"It's not that I don't like it or that I do. I'm... I'm too confused to think aboutr it right now Poe, but... you should have told me ! You should have found a way to make me understand ! For how long would have you kept that secret ?"

"Didn't I offer you a clue today so you could understand? Is that my fault if you didn't get it right away ? It was not the first time I caressed your belly or kissed it or talked to it." He told you with an offended raised eyebrow.

You opened your mouth before walking away to get into the shower, and Poe didn't let you the occasion to get the peace you wanted. Now that your anger awakened something in him. He joined after blocking the door behind you, pressed you against the wall and started to kiss you deeply despite your protests soon muffled as you joined his embrace desperately.

"I want to impregnate you my love." He whispered as his half-hard cock poked at your soiled entrance. "I want to impregnate the woman I love."

"Poe you had to tell me as soon as you knew about-"

"Do you love me ?" He asked as your hand started to rub his shaft.

Poe had some difficulty to get his cock as hard as he wanted to despite your help. It was too soon for him but he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to express his anger in different way than killing people. He started to rub his tip in quick circles around your erected clit, enough to have you moaning loudly several times in a row after an attempt to remain quiet despite the wet sounds.

"I do." You admitted with a feline gaze.

He was only half hard when he slides inside your wet flesh but after a few delicate thrusts he managed to get fully hard, much to your delight.

"It doesn't excuse you Dameron." You snarled before kissing him.

He knew it but he didn't care much right now.

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queensparklekitten · 2 years

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what people who are too scared to go to the nether think it’s like: you step out of your portal. immediately you are swarmed by ghasts and magma cubes and angry piglins from all sides. while trying to run away you run directly into a massive patch of fire. by the time it goes out your health is below half. you pause to eat. while you are pausing, a ghast shoots at you and creates a massive explosion that knocks you into lava too deep to swim out of. it has been two minutes and you have already died despite your full diamond armour.

what going to the nether is actually like:

thinking too hard about piglins, about their fallen bastions and their culture and their beliefs and their history, the art and music they created and how much more they’ve probably lost in whatever destroyed their bastions, and then you start crying

COME ON BLAZES/WITHER SKELETONS/MAGMA CUBES WILL YOU FUCKING SPAWN ALREADY

*touches ground* something terrible happened here

making a campfire from sticks, a crimson log, and some soul sand from the side of the lava ocean in order to cook your hoglin meat because you forgot a furnace and can’t find blackstone, and feeling like macgyver as a result

*armor breaks* dammit *crafts a replacement piece from gold or leather depending on what exactly broke* *it works fine*

oh hey i forgot there was also normal mushrooms here

*saddles strider* we are lifelong bonded creatures now. you are my closest friend and i know you will always be by my side in the quest for pigstep and blaze powder. i will brave my most feared biome for you, my beloved, my partner in adventure, my companion of the lava sea

screaming into the void because you’ve thrown over 3 blocks’ worth of gold ingots and the piglins haven’t given you a single ender pearl yet

*sees a warped forest next to a crimson forest* this is the most beautiful thing i have seen in months i must stand and stare from this safe spot that is the top of a “tree” while Chrysopoeia plays and makes me feel shrimp emotions

*throws stone sword out of inventory* *throws stone sword out of inventory* *throws stone sword out of inventory* *throws stone sword out of inventory*

silk touch mining every gilded blackstone that you run across so you can use it in a build and then never building anything with it

having that one biome you avoid wherever possible and it’s always either basalt delta, soul sand valley, or crimson forest

creating red string lore theories in your head about the way several of the nether biomes came to be, tying the ambience and the mobs and the names of certain items and places together to create a picture that terrifies and intrigues you, and then connecting it to the end, the deep dark, and what’s below the bedrock in a manner that edges closer and closer to cosmic horror

feeling like it is a hate crime that you can’t eat magma cream

ok so the blaze spawner is that way... wait no it’s that way... wait have i been here? is this new? never mind that chest’s empty i’ve definitely been here. dammit which way is the blaze spawner? i think this area was near the spawner. wait hang on it definitely isn’t. ok the spawner’s probably that way. hang on i’m going in circles. arrrrgghhhhh why does every part of a fortress look the saaaaaaaaame

mining quartz for XP and then leaving it there

having a fucking heart attack when you weren’t looking where you were going and accidentally fall off a cliff but survive

seeing crimson roots in a soul sand valley and either feeling every emotion at once or not even registering it

searching for a fortress for 3 hours

killing a ghast with its own fireball and feeling like a powerful godlike immortal smiting a lesser being

peacefully mining for netherite for hours, just listening to the music and watching lava flow down and not having to worry about mobs, and looking forward to doing it again once you finally run out of TNT

getting lost in your netherite mine

my inventory’s full already? *opens inventory to find 9 stacks of netherrack*

nyooming across soul sand with soul speed 3 while laughing at the skeletons and ghasts who cannot land a hit on you to save their lives and then crashing headfirst into a wall

this place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it. omg a baby piglin! we considered ourselves to be a powerful culture. ooh, a ruined portal. this place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... aww, a baby strider! what is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. wow that crimson tree is MASSIVE, that’s gotta be like 20-something blocks. the danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours. oh hey look there’s that one fossil, i saw a video once about using the placement of those to find strongholds in the overworld. this place is best shunned and left uninhabited. oh hey some actually reachable glowstone

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