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odetodilfs · 9 months

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How they like to get railed...

Oscar Isaac characters

A/N: This is just filth, as well as the Oscar Isaac obsession hitting me hard. Anyway, these are a bunch of Oscar Isaac characters and headcanons on how they like to be fucked, enjoy!! Characters in this list: Steven Grant, Marc Spector, Jake Lockley, Poe Dameron, Santiago García and Miguel O'Hara.

This is obviously nsfw.

Top male reader. Sub or dom depending on the character.

Steven Grant

Steven’s preferences depend on what you want, he’ll do anything you want.

He loves it when you go gentle on him, treating him like he’s made of glass, running your hands through his hair.

You two can last hours like this, indulging on each other’s bodies, biting at each other softly.

These sessions tend to also be filled with some soft laughter and many, many praises, it’s your way of letting Steven know how much you love him, how pretty you think he is…

He whimpers a lot, he’s still unused to the amount of love you give him during these moments and every kiss is electrifying.

It’s not unusual to end up with faint scratches on your back after a session like this, he always apologizes profusely the day after but you honestly love how you make your man feel so amazing that he digs his nails into your back.

His favorite position is the good old missionary, he just loves how he gets a close look at you.

Sometimes though, he wants it rough and you give it to him.

Here, he doesn’t whimper, instead he moans and sometimes even screams.

As for where he wants you to cum, inside him is the go to place, he feels completely yours when you do that and loves feeling it leak out of him.

Marc Spector

Marc is a bit of a different story, he’s more dominant over you.

He’d love edging you with his hole, he knows how much you want to cum and he doesn’t let you, he’s slightly sadistic.

You’re his best stress reliever, a service top is all Marc’s ever wanted.

He’d definitely call you a “good boy” while he rides you, if you’re lucky, he lets you hold his waist.

He looks you in the eyes a lot and very intensely, it's to assert further control on you.

His favorite position would be riding, it’s the way he can have control over you.

But sometimes, he just wants to be fucked hard just like Steven, to fuck every thought out of his pretty little head, only this time the scratches on your back are deeper, more noticeable and redder, which is still hot…

He’s not much for foreplay, he prefers to get right into the action, he’s stressed a lot of the time and only more anticipation for him doesn’t help at all, give the man some dick please.

He grunts a lot during sex, "Fuck yeah" he'd grunt while you pound deeply into him, knowing it's best not to stop.

He also likes sucking you off… which makes sense, considering he loves you cumming on his face while he looks at you with the most dominant and intense eyes.

Jake Lockley

The most feral, deranged and dominant out of all the moon boys by far.

It’s not unusual for Jake to tie you up and edge you for literal hours, surrendering to him as you fill his sadistic urges.

He gets off on your begging, the fact that your cock borderline aches.

Sometimes he doesn’t even cum, he just likes to see you weak.

Other times, all he wants to do is use you.

His favorite position is where he rides you and he bounces furiously up and down your cock, normally with tied hands, he likes to have you vulnerable.

He wants to ride you, cum first, then you cum inside him and he leaves.

However, a lot of the time when he gets up he kisses your temple and says “good boy” before he leaves, cum running down his legs.

It makes you feel so used, like a toy almost, and you can’t act like you don’t like it.

Poe Dameron

Poe is the term “power bottom” personified.

He knows everything that he has to do to break you, and so he can use you for his pleasure.

That cocky little grin of his… not even while getting fucked he doesn’t have it on him.

The way he’d throw his head back and he’d say “Ahh.. fuck yeah…” while riding you.

He’s a huge fan of riding you, but sometimes he lets you fuck yourself dumb with his ass in mating press, pumping load after load into the man.

He wants to hear your pretty whimpers, nothing turns on Poe more than his top whimpering.

He’d let you indulge yourself with his body, licking and sucking everywhere, he especially loves it when you play with his nipples while he rides you.

He uses the term “good boy” for you a lot during sex. He knows it can make you crazy and submit even further to him.

He just has such an effect on you that gets you craving him, and the craving gets so pent up you have no hope of dominating the man, considering you get so subby as soon as his walls wrap around your cock.

He’d want you to cum inside him, as a sign that he owns you, a subtle reminder that even if you’re the top in the relationship.. you’re his bitch.

Santiago García

He’s a huge switch, sex between you two is improvised, you decide who’s dominant when the time comes, normally you just fall into whatever role is natural in that specific time.

Unlike Marc, he’s all up for foreplay, he loves sex to last as long as humanly possible between you two.

He speaks Spanish if he's really needy for you, "Por favor.. por favor" and if he has an amazing orgasm, he'll scream "¡Te amo!" sometimes.

His weak spot is the scar on his neck, it’s the one spot that when you kiss makes him instantly yours.

It’s amazing for him, for some time, he can let go of everything haunting him and he can focus on just you and your dick in him.

He used to be very big on doggystyle but his knees have gotten worse with the years, so it’s only a rare occurrence, but he’s found a new muse: cuddlefucking.

His orgasms are always so strong when he’s with you, and he clenches so tightly around you.

When he decides to be dominant, he almost talks you through it and he gives you a look that makes you only more and more obedient with each thrust…

When he decides to be submissive, he has a similar air to Steven, it’s very touchy sex where you wrap your arms around him.

His neck is the best place to kiss while you fuck him, and the vibration of his whimpers on you just tops it off, you love making your man feel good.

The cuddling normally gets you too lazy to pull out, so you cum inside, however sometimes he likes to swallow your load.

Miguel O’Hara

(I know he’s not REALLY an Oscar Isaac character, but he’s voiced by him and Oscar seems to like him a lot so I guess he’s part of the gang now)

Poor little baby needs his stress to be pounded out of his pretty head.

He’s the biggest fan of rough sex, it’s rare you two have a soft session the whole time. But not like you mind, you love seeing him weak while you fuck him into oblivion.

Miguel’s prostate is extremely sensitive, which leads to him grunting loudly and screaming if you’re in private.

He’s submissive most of the time, having someone else have to take control is a stress reliever for him, but he can power bottom sometimes.

It’s not hard to make him go cock drunk, especially after heavy teasing. He just wants to be mercilessly pounded by you.

He’s very sensitive in his nipples too, he can cum from stimulation there alone…

His favorite position is mating press, you just overpower him so gracefully.

When he’s a power bottom, he rides you in reverse cowgirl, he knows how crazy you are for his ass and feeds into that.

He loves it when you cum inside him, he feels like he’s yours when you do that. Sometimes, he even plugs his ass so he can keep inside of him.

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lieutnt · 4 months

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Poe Dameron being a sub bottom being on the top of the reader while having sex in cowgirl position? :3

Poe finds you when the celebrations are wearing down, entwining your hands to lead you to the room he’s claimed for himself. It’s the first time you’ve been able to slow down and breathe the past few weeks, the threat of the First Order always looming over your heads. But now with the threat gone Poe pushes you down on the bed, climbing over you to straddle your waist.

He kisses you with desperation, barely moving away as you strip yourself and him bare while swallowing each gasp and moan in between kisses as you stretch him open with slick fingers. When he’s stretched enough he lines up with your cock and sinks down slowly, hands planted on your stomach until he’s flush with your pelvis.

He moves leisurely, soft moans tumbling from his lips as your hands take hold of his hips, guiding him in a gentle up and down as his walls pulse around you. You doubt either of you will last long, the quick trysts you’d gotten used to leaving an itch in your brain for something longer where you can take your time to draw out pleasure from each other, but the orgasm already beginning to build in your veins will be the first of many.

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in-a-nook-with-a-notebook · 9 months

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Life Could Be A Dream

Franchise: Star Wars (but modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (reader's pronouns are he/him/his)

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: fluff, modern!AU, implied smut (scratch marks on Poe’s back, hickeys, mentions of nudity if you squint), fluff, established relationship, mentions of Poe being an F1 driver, no plot really just a sweet morning with Poe, did I mention fluff?

Summary: Poe always gets cuddly after a race; the more intense the race, the more he wants to be glued to your side. Yesterday's race was pretty crazy, but you’re not complaining.

A/N: This is ridiculously self indulgent, especially with the breakfast foods (I am a slut for a good serving of pancakes) also the inspiration and the song mentioned is Sh-Boom (Life Could Be A Dream) by The Sh-Booms, highly recommend listening while reading; for some reason I imagine Poe being a Formula One racer in a modern AU so voila

You blink your tired eyes open with the sun peering through the curtains of the hotel room. It’s warm and welcome on your skin. A lazy smile drifts over your face. You stretch a little before curling up under the thick blanket again; it’s smooth against your bare skin, perfect for a morning like this.

You slowly roll onto your side, turning your back to the window. Your eyes land on your boyfriend’s sleeping form. Poe is snoring softly, his dark curls tousled and unkempt. He looks so peaceful. His broad back glows in the morning light, the duvet haphazardly covering the lower half of his body. There are faint red marks near his shoulders, reminders of last night. Even after the longest, most intense races, he still has some… pent up energy.

Careful not to wake him, you lean forward and press a gentle kiss between his shoulder blades. You then silently slip out of the bed, tugging on a clean pair of boxers. You’re grateful for the carpeting under your bare feet until you reach the cold tile of the bathroom. You brush your teeth, considering you can taste how bad your morning breath is, but you don’t bother fixing your messy hair. You wash your face with cold water to wake yourself up a little more, padding it dry with a facecloth. You look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes sliding over the hickeys on your neck and chest from Poe last night. Your fingers ghost over them.

After leaving the bathroom, you grab a shirt from last night. It’s either yours or Poe’s. You’re not sure, but you don’t really care all that much - it’s a shirt either way.

You wander to the kitchen, thankful the two of you had booked at an extended stay hotel; full kitchen with a big fridge, living space separate from the bed area; lots of space for you and him to stay for a while. You dig through the fridge in search of ingredients for breakfast. The two of you went out for groceries a couple days before his big race in Melbourne, so you had everything you needed to make a filling breakfast; Poe’s always hungry after a night like last night. You are too, quite frankly. You grab bacon, eggs and milk and put them on the counter, lightly kicking the fridge closed behind you. From the cabinets behind you, you collect salt, baking powder, white sugar, and a small bag of flour.

As much as you don’t like packing heavy when you travel for Poe’s races, you’ve brought it upon yourself to have some essentials so you aren’t eating out all the time. After the first few races, you pretty much put together a travel kit of cooking/baking supplies and other things you guys would usually have at home.

You grab a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon and begin mixing the dry ingredients together. You snag a normal bowl from the cupboard to mix the wet ingredients with a whisk. You then combine them together and leave it on the counter with a dishcloth over it, letting it rise. From the cabinets underneath the counter, you grab two pans; one for the pancakes when they’re ready and one for the bacon. As you set the pan on the stove to heat up, you hear shuffling from the bedroom area; Poe’s awake.

The pan warms quickly and you start laying bacon on it to fry. The sizzling meets your ears just as Poe appears out of the corner of his eye. You focus mostly on the bacon, but you can sense his presence. His arm snakes around your waist and he pulls your back against his warm, bare chest. He rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Good morning,” you say with a smile.

Poe hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck. “Morning, baby.”

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a log, but last night was amazing…” He nibbles on your neck a little, tightening his grip around you. You chuckle, bringing your hand down to squeeze his. “Bacon?” Poe inquires, changing the subject and looking down at the pan in front of you. His chin rests on your shoulder, leaning his head against yours.

“And pancakes,” you add, gesturing lazily to the mixing bowl.

“Mmm, I love your breakfasts.”

“You love all my cooking. And baking, for that matter.”

“Because you, mi amor, are an absolute god in the kitchen.”

“You flatter me, darling.” You reach for the tongs to flip the bacon strips. “I’m assuming you’re hungry. You’re always hungry.”

“For your food, always.”

“Flirt.”

“I’m just speaking the truth here.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Want help?”

“I love you, but you can just sit there and look pretty for now.” You turn your head to fully kiss him. “I wanna cook for you.”

“You always cook for me.”

“Yeah, because, no offence, but you can’t cook for shit.”

“I’m a Formula One driver, not a chef.”

“I’m not even technically a chef.”

“You might as well be,” Poe replies, untangling himself from you. “You are probably one of the best cooks I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. And eating with. And, you know, everything else.” He kisses the back of your neck before stepping away to sit at the island, watching you fondly. “You sure you don’t want help?”

“Well, how about you set out the fruit from the fridge?”

“That I can do.”

As you get a plate out for the bacon, as well as a couple pieces of paper towel to catch the leftover grease, while Poe goes to the fridge. You feel Poe’s finger drag down your spine, sending a shiver through your body.

“Tease,” you murmur, looking at him over your shoulder. He smirks at you, blowing a kiss to you. “You wanna put some music on?”

“Absolutely.”

You transfer the cooked bacon onto the plate, then put more bacon on the pan. Poe shuffles around behind you, connecting his phone to the speaker.

Life could be a dream, life could be a dream

Do, do, do, do, sh-boom

A smile crosses your face with you hear the song and you turn to look at Poe. He puts his phone down on the counter. You both begin to murmur the lyrics under your breath.

“Life could be a dream. If I could take you up in paradise up above. If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love, life could be a dream, sweetheart, hello, hello again, sh-boom, and hopin’ we’ll meet again…”

“You look so good in my shirt,” he murmurs, coming up behind you again. He kisses your cheek, resting his hand on your hip. “I ever tell you that?”

“You’ve mentioned…” you reply, relaxing under his touch.

“I love when you travel with me,” Poe says. “Thank you for coming.”

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be, my love.”

Poe gently takes your chin in his hand to turn your head towards him. He presses a deep kiss to your lips. When he pulls away, he has a piece of bacon in his hand.

“Impatient?” You tease.

“It’s bacon. I’m hungry.”

You laugh when he takes a bite and his face lights up. “You’re cute,” you remark. His face goes red and he dips his head.

“Shut up.”

“No.” You tilt his chin up with your finger, pressing your lips to his. “You’re downright adorable, Poe Dameron.”

“You’re relentless.”

“You love me.”

“I adore you.”

You smirk. “I know.”

Some mornings, the two of you have to rush around, packing for another plane or prepping for another race, but not today. Poe’s got a free day, and he intends to spend every minute of it with you. Even if it’s just swaying in the kitchen, teasing each other. As long as he’s with you, he’s happy.

A/N: I just wanted a soft morning with Poe and the song had me in a fluffy mood so I hope y'all enjoy this because I know I did! Feedback is encouraged and appreciated! Have a lovely day y'all <3

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iliumheightnights · 2 years

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A Lesson in Humility | Poe Dameron x Male Reader

Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!reader Summary/ask: Poe and his jedi bf playing cards? But it’s strip poker essentially?

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Poe was REALLY good at Sabacc. He could give any member of the resistance a run for their money and leave them with barely the clothes on their back.

M/n thought Poe needed to be taken down a notch. He loved his boyfriend but perhaps a bit of humility would be good for him.

M/n found Poe surrounded by a group of people, playing against a young recruit. The young man looked terrified as Poe sat down his cards. "Read em and reap!" Poe said. The young man let out a no before storming away from the table.

The group chattered around and laughed a bit. Poe gathered up his winnings. M/n crossed his arms. “I’m next.” Everyone froze when he spoke. Poe looked up and his smile dropped seeing his boyfriend looking down at him. “M/n! Hey….I was just-” M/n lifted his hand and sat down in the seat the young recruit had been in. “No need to explain. Deal me in.”

The group around them laughed and let out ‘oo’s’ and Poe blushed before flashing his signature smile. “Alright. But I won’t go easy on you love.” M/n only smiled back, his eyes holding a mischievous look. “By all means.”

Poe dealt the cards and soon the game was on. At first, M/n let Poe win. He slowly let his boyfriend believe that he was the one in control. His pride and cockiness was too great to overcome. At first it worked, his credits slowly being drained from him, Poe was smug. “Ready to give up?”

Got him. “Never?” And just like that, he switched up on him. You see, M/n was attuned with the force. He could feel through the force when someone was uncomfortable or felt a different way. It was PERFECT for situations like this. Was it cheating? Oh most definitely. But was it worth it to show his boyfriend up? Oh yeah it was.

The more Poe was confident in his plays, the less likely it was going to end well. Soon Poe��s luck had turned. M/n was winning and soon Poe was all out of the credits he wanted to play. “Alright that’s enough for me.” Poe said going to tap out. The crowd was about to go and disperse when M/n spoke again. “Aw really? Are you afraid you can’t win it back?” Now THAT set the crowd wild. They knew Poe wouldn’t back down from a challenge like that, especially from his boyfriend.

They were right. Poe sat right back down, his face going hard. “You’re on.” And that was it. That was all that was needed. Poe just continued to lose, first his shoes, then his socks, then his shirt, then his pants. Soon Poe was left in nothing but his underwear. M/n was willing to end it there, save his boyfriend SOME dignity. “No. I still have one piece left. I can do this.”

“Poe-”

“One last game.” M/n smirked. He loved his boyfriend, even when he became a hardass. “Alright, deal.” And well…M/n was going to let Poe win and keep his dignity…until he wasn’t. Poe decided to get cocky again and that was it. “I win.” M/n declared. “Hand them over.”

Poe grumbled but then smirked. The crowd watched as he pulled off his underwear and threw them at M/n. “There. Now…if you’re done using your jedi powers to get me naked, how about you follow me back to our cabin?” Poe stood up and walked through the crowd with confidence. The entire crowd along with M/n watched the very naked Poe walk past them and down the hall.

“I should have known he wouldn’t have been phased.” The jedi said, shaking his head. He then laughed and stood up holding Poe’s clothes. “Well everyone…that’s my que!” with that he ran after Poe. They were gonna have a good night.

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supernovafeather · 2 years

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War Buddies

FO!Poe Dameron x M!Reader

Content: MxM, friends to lovers?, bi!Poe, gay!M!reader, only one bed, cuddles for warmth, coming out, sexual mentions, mention of break up, fluff.

Days are getting horrifyingly similar after two weeks spent in this watch tower in the middle of this frozen desert a few miles away from the main base. The cause ? Poe. And you too but just a tiny little bit.

"I hate you." Your fellow pilot groans from the window.

Fortunately despite its abandoned state, the cabin is solid thanks to the stone protecting you from the wind. As half of its structure was dug into a cliff, warmth was not much of a problem. Well, that was the theory. And indeed, you got cursed with the cold coming from the gaps between the rocks and the building that actually forces you and Poe to keep a thick blanket wrapped around you all day and all night long.

"Mr Dameron, you are the only culprit in this room and for the hundredth time this week I beg you to stop whining about our predicament."

Looking like an obese duck in the two layers of thick grey and pale yellow fabrics, the pilot waddles towards the couch where you are already sitting before jumping on it. He is acting like a grumpy kid and honestly you don't mind that much. It's a blessing to see such a talented pilot not taking himself too seriously once out of his TIE. And he is physically pleasing. Which, of course, isn't a matter you would complain about.

"I won't stop because you laughed at my joke in case you forgot." He groans as he peers up at you. "I didn't force you to do so."

"Your sanction would still have been to end up there. And alone." You state with an unimpressed raised eyebrow. "I told you that your joke could wait a bit."

"Are you still my buddy or are you starting to turn into a boot-licker ?" He complains. "Joy killer."

You look at each other for a few seconds as he sits correctly on the couch and as as you tighten your blankets around you a loud laugh erupts from your throats.

"Come on that was a great joke." Poe whines as he comes closer in excitement. "Admit it. You can admit it you know."

"I wasn't saying it wasn't fun. It's just that making me laugh during a meeting wasn't necessary." You reply with a guilty smile.

"See ? I'm hilarious."

"Our exile is less hilarious though." You mumble as you look around you.

Your insufferable duo got sent there as a punishment and you do hope it's going to be the last time. The instructions had been clear right before your departure : look at your radars to report any abnormal and/or unexplained presences in the sky around the base. But due to the blizzard not any spaceship could even try to get outside. You miss your TIE and you are pretty sure Poe thinks the same.

The walls are cracked here and there, the furnitures covered in a thin layer of ice next to the windows, and you stuffed the holes between the structure and the cliff with heavy and old fabrics that got given to you. Apparently they were fully aware of how nightmarish it would be up there.

"Yeah. Yeah it's not fun I know." He says with a lower tone. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know it would go that far."

"Don't worry. Well. I think I'm going to go to bed."

He nods and you only have to waddle towards the other side of the room to find the nest you created. Two mattresses lifted against the wall and covered in some thin bed sheets to make the walls of a cabin, and the ground covered in cardboard and some clothes to isolate you from the cold. It's narrow there but you never complained about it, for a good reason.

"Leave some room this time. I don't want my butt to freeze again." He whines behind you.

You smile while facing the wall. Your back is starting to hurt with all these nights spent in such uncomfortable positions but you forget about it pretty quick every time Poe joins you. After all there is no other space that could be used as a night place.

After a brief battle in your blankets not to get your improvised shelter to collapse over you, you feel his arms around you beneath the thick layer protecting the both of you from the cold. As always you close your eyes as his grasp tightens around you, an enjoyable shudder finding its path all over your body.

"Stop being so... so icy." He mumbles against your nape.

"Icy ? I'm not icy. I'm freezing."

"Picky when it comes to uselessly precise words."

"Next time you'll say I'm ice cubed."

"No, you're blizzarded."

"You go get blizzarded dumbass." You whisper.

You laugh at the slight tap you receive on your cheek. It's as simple as that between you, a chaotic duo of friends risking their life daily for the First Order and joking around whenever they could. It doesn't let you indifferent but knowing how fast your female counterparts tend to swoon over this guy, you have told yourself many times that it was useless to try anything with him. He likes to flirt to joke but that was it. You are already grateful for finding a colleague comfortable with that.

"Now that we're completely isolated," he starts against your nape, "do you think we are going to stay here for long ? We don't have much food remaining."

"Yeah don't worry. You're still out best element when it comes to piloting skills. They won't give up on you despite your despicable sense of humor."

"Yours must be despicable too if you laughed that hard."

"Doesn't change the fact that yours is really the..."

You interrupt your sentence as you feel Poe's hand gracing yours. It doesn't take a genius to notice how cold they were even under the blankets.

"Poe you're sure you are warm ?"

"You're crushing my arm I can't feel it anymore." He complains.

"You only had to tell me before, idiot." You say as you lift your body up to let him enough room.

In this tiny tent there is not even enough room to sit up properly and rare are the nights you can spend with a good sleep due to the battlefield erupting from time to time. Not that you don't like it. Poe is funny and when this limbs-thing happens that means...

"Come here." You sigh as you hide your grin.

"Don't get accustomed to it." The elite pilot mumbles as he crawls on top of you to rest his weight on your body. "You being comfortable doesn't mean I appreciate your existence."

"Of course as you love it."

He doesn't answer and you let him tangle his legs with yours, his head resting on your chest as you feel his muscles relaxing slowly. Warmth is already easier to feel, spreading under the blankets as his frozen hands grab your clothes.

That is the best part of this exile according to you but you won't precise it in your report. No one needs to know how relaxing his embrace feels as a snowstorm is raging outside. Right now you only need to rest your hand on his back, your arms securing his body against yours.

"You sure that doesn't annoy you ?" Poe asks as you only have a mop of dark curls on view.

"Me sure." You answer and he snorts. "I'd have told you otherwise."

"Yeah. Wouldn't make it more awkward."

"It's not awkward." You say. "We need to survive in case you forgot."

"Yeah. Yeah true that. But isn't it dubious with your boyfriend ?"

You scoff at that. Poe is extremely intelligent when it comes to fight, calculations and how to make people laugh, but he tends to be late in sole other matters.

"Poe, do you think I would do what we are doing if I was still with him ?"

"Oh sorry I didn't know. Well I thought we were war buddies. We face death almost every day and hugs are not the most shocking thing I've seen. It's great."

The pilot looks down at you, his eyes fully alert focusing on your tired ones.

"You're already getting a hug," you mumble lazily, "don't expect me to sing you a lullaby."

"No I meant are you absolutely sure with your boyfriend stuff ?"

"Yes. I'm the one that broke up. So my boyfriend stuff is now my ex stuff."

"So is it gay to embrace a war buddy ?"

You chuckle uncontrollably at this. For a man successful with ladies he sure isn't afraid of playing with his sexuality. It's clearly refreshing but you know better and learned not to set your expectations too high.

"War buddy is the gayest expression ever. Are you gay ?"

"Uh no. Not that I know at least." He says in a lower voice.

"You're gay."

You were expecting a reaction from him but instead the man lies down on you again before rolling to the side in silence and battling with the mess formed by your entangled legs.

"I mean... I'm wondering a few things." He confirms under your surprised gaze. "I don't know. I mean I like women. They're great no problem. But I've never tried with a guy. So technically can I know if I'm into men or not ?"

"Uh... I don't know, have you felt like attracted to a man before ?"

You turn to face him, your muscles having a rough time with the cardboard beneath. Poe doesn't look that lunch flustered or embarrassed, mostly thinking.

"Yeah ? I've already wondered what it would feel like to kiss a man. I don't see why it would be different than to kiss a woman. Maybe beard would be strange to me."

"And more ?"

"A massive beard ? Wouldn't like to feel like drowning in that."

"I mean sex."

"Ah, now the big question." He mutters with a small smile. "I'd prefer to start with a kiss."

Between his soft voice and the way his expressive eyes lock with yours, you are pretty sure he is asking for your permission. Tonight is more than just some confession about his sexuality. Personally you wouldn't complain but the goal isn't to make him feel uncomfortable.

"Wouldn't you feel a bit... I don't know, strange about it ? We're friends. I'm okay with that but just so you know."

"Uh... no. No it's just a test. Just a kiss." He says before clearing his throat. "It's a simple kiss so... yeah. And you you know that more than I do. With men at least. And you make me feel comfortable with this subject. I won't ask some random Stormtrooper to kiss me."

That image makes you laugh a bit harder than he expected you to but it's good to see him relaxing.

"Ok. Well, whenever you want Mr war-buddy."

You would have expected him to test the waters, to move slowly, to chuckle nervously. Instead he goes right for your lips, his general experience undebatable. It's soft and strangely sensual for a guy testing but you guess he is just passionate like in any other thing he does in his life. He doesn't waste time to experiment and discover new things, he is more the kind of person running towards his center of interests even if this includes explosions.

As the great teacher you are you regain your composure, all too excited by what's happening to bother about him burning all the steps. As soon as you answer to the pressure of his mouth against yours his contact gains in intensity, enough to make you let his tongue poke yours a few times.

His hesitation is obvious as he stops the kiss but you soon realize that it's only to come stronger as the angle changes, his cold hands on your burning cheeks as he dares to get more active with his tongue. It takes you all the motivation in the world not to go down to his neck. Your breaths are struggling to keep quiet and soon enough you don't care much about it anymore.

"That's interesting." He states with half-closed eyes before clearing his throat again. "It... it feels good."

"Not disgusted or ashamed ?" You ask with a knowing smile.

"No. No no that's... that's quite the opposite to be fair." He whispers. "It feels better than with most women but maybe I need to be extremely certain and try again. We never know."

You don't retreat as he pounces on your lips again and soon you remember how eager you were back in the days. With a little smile you manage to make him rest on his back, unsurprised to feel his excitement down there, and surprised by how eager he gets as he nods impatiently.

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rmoonstoner · 2 years

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Kinktober 18+

05 - Blowjob - Poe Hoe In A Hole

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male Reader

Warning: Blow job, cum swallowing, Poe is a slut

Not proofread. And it is late. 🤡

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You and Poe had been running from bounty hunters for the past three weeks and lost the ship you had. You both barely got much sleep these days. Right now, you were in an extensive underground cave system with Poe and BB8. Poe was setting up a small coal fire to cook the last of your rations on, while BB8 scanned the area, taking note of the layout around you. You were just washing yourself up while he was busy.

"You done taking a piss over there? Bring over the goods so we can eat." Poe yelled at you. You rolled your eyes, while putting your shirt back on and came over. You threw the packages at him with a grunt.

"Oh, a grumpy gus, are we?" Poe snickered and tore in the packets, dumping them all into one pot. You huffed and took a flask out to sip on as you looked around the cave.

"How far down do ya think we are, Dameron?" You asked. It had been two days of being stuck down here. The place used to be a bustling underground city, now it was deserted and empty.

"Far enough the sensors can't pick up any signals to find us. If we lay low for another week, we should be in the clear." He said and started to poke at the food as it cooked over the coals agonisingly slow.

You sat down and crossed your arms while sipping from your flask. Poe glanced over and put his hand out, indicating he wanted some. You passed it to him and he chugged the rest of the contents, before passing the empty container back to you.

"Why!? There were enough for three more shots in there, my guy!" You whined as you tried to see if there were a few drops left, finding nothing.

"Come on. I'm cooking you dinner. The least you can do is provide some drinks if you want your dick sucked later." Poe teased you while he stirred the pot. You felt your cheeks heat up and you looked away. Your pants felt too tight and this man was always such a fucking tease. You were sure all of his flirty behavior was just him trying to bug you.

"C'mon. Stop sulking and loosen up a little." Poe teased. You scowled back and waited for the food.

Twenty minutes later you were eating the slop Poe had made. It wasn't that bad, really. He added a lot of flavor packets and then extra rice. You both ate about half the pot, deciding to keep some for the morning. BB8 had come back to tell Poe that it had found a cozy little hole in the wall to sleep in.

"Ah, great job, little buddy!" Poe patted his Droid with enthusiasm.

"Says there's a nice little spot to sleep in over there. It's fully enclosed with a door, so we should be extra safe, in case there's critters lurking about." Poe explained as he picked up his things and started towards the spot his little robot had found.

You rolled your eyes and got up to follow him. The Droid brought you to a small shack that led into a stone wall. Inside was a small space like a kitchen, and then a small hole in the wall with a wooden slab for a bed. It was just large enough for two people to sleep on comfortably, and sit up if needed.

"That looks uncomfortable."

"It sure does, but it's that, or the floor of the kitchen." Poe retorted as he motioned to the floor that was covered in what appeared to be dried mud and hardened old food. You sighed and checked the bed area, seeing it was far cleaner.

"True. Well, come on. I'm fucking tired, and you get the outside. I noticed you get up to piss far too often in the night." You remarked. He scoffed and laughed at you.

"That's because I keep myself hydrated with water, and not liquor."

You quietly unpacked the two blankets and some jackets to use as pillows. Poe spent a few moments firing up the heater in the back, giving it a good few wacks to get it to turn on. It was loud and smelled like burning garbage, but it would have to do. The temperature would drop in a few hours.

You both packed yourselves into the sleeping area and got comfortable. You were ready to pass out after a long day. Poe was always restless before bed. He tossed and turned, he grumbled and muttered about how uncomfortable the slab was. You were mostly fine, using the slope of the back wall for support, so you were almost on your back, and slightly facing Poe.

"This sucks. There's no give to this board." Poe huffed as he turned to face you. Your eyes were closed, arms crossed. A tell tale sign that you were actively trying to ignore him and sleep.

It worked for all of five minutes, then he spoke up again.

"Do you think the next ship we get will be as fast?"

"Don't really care. I just want an actual room this time, and not a closet." You replied dryly.

"Yeah, we can get one with sleeping quarters. Not sure we can afford one with more than two rooms, though."

"Whatever. I just don't want to sleep on the floor any more." You huffed, hoping he would shut the hell up so you could sleep.

"Okay… What if we kept sharing a room, though?" He asked quietly. You cracked open an eye and looked at him.

"Why?"

"It's hard for me to sleep alone. Just hearing your breathing at night helps." He admitted and looked away sheepishly. You closed your eyes and sighed in response.

"Yeah, that's fine. Now go to sleep, Dameron."

"But I can't sleep."

"Occupy yourself then."

"I know what helps me sleep…" He said in an oddly suggestive manner. Both of your eyes popped open and you stared at him, waiting for him to go on.

"I could… You know…" He fluttered his eyelashes at you, causing you to raise a brow at him.

"No, Dameron, I don't know. Please enlighten me." You said flatly.

"May I suck your dick?"

You blinked a few times and stared at him like he was joking.

"Is this a sick joke? Because I am not down for fucking jokes, Dameron." You growled back at him. You couldn't handle more teasing, and you were certain this man just wanted to fuck with you.

"No. It's not a joke." Poe replied, his voice much softer.

"I like you. Like, really you. I have been trying to flirt with you for months." He explained, causing your face to fall into shock.

He was not joking.

"I thought you were just teasing me."

"No. I have been trying to get in your pants for a while. You seem interested, but you never go for my advances." Poe explained.

You were so surprised by his confession. You had thought for so long that he was just poking fun at you, and had not once considered that he was serious. Poe grinned with hooded eyes and he reached out to touch your groin, his fingers grazing along your zipper. Your breath hitched, not believing that this was happening.

"Is this okay? Do you like me back? If not, I'll stop right now, turn over, and we will never speak of this again." He asked, sounding hopeful, but also prepared to be let down. You licked your lips, considering his offer, but you already knew what it would be. Your cock was so hard, pressed tightly in your flight pants, making you unreasonably uncomfortable.

"Fuck, yes! Yes, I want this, and I want you." You breathed.

The second you confirmed with Poe, his hands scrambled to grope and rub you while he unbuckled your belt. You groaned and shifted so you were completely on your back and you watched with anticipation as he undid your pants in record time. He paused and moved in close, his face just a inch apart from yours.

"May I just ask for one thing?" He asked.

"What?"

"Please stop calling me by my last name." He requested, and your face softened.

"Oh… Alright, Poe." When you said his name, he groaned and leaned in the rest of the way to kiss you. You gasped and kissed him back hungrily, hand flying up to his head to entangle themselves into his raven locks.

"Fuck. I love how my name sounds when you say it." He said as he parted for air. You sighed and licked your lips, watching as he scooted down to sit between your legs.

Poe dipped his fingers into your boxers and pulled your aching erection out. It throbbed in his warm hands, making you groan as he made a pleased sound.

"You're beautiful." He murmured, right before he leaned down to kiss the glistening tip. Your cock twitched and your balls twisted.

Poe grinned at you, making eye contact as he enveloped your cock in his mouth. He licked your swollen head, and then sucked gently as his hands came up to grab at your balls. You tried to watch, but Poe suddenly pushed your entire length into his mouth. You mewled out as your head tipped back, eyes closing as he gagged himself on your hard shaft, your cock hitting the back of his throat.

"Oh maker…" You breathed as you refrained from bucking your hips. Again you reached out to grab his head, tugging and pushing on his head. He groaned against your flesh, and you couldn't help yourself as you bucked into his mouth.

He made a strangled grunting noise and started to bob his head while making obscene wet sounding slurping noises. You whimpered, arching as far as you could, before he pushed your hips back down to the hard wooden board.

"Poe… I won't be able to last much longer…" You whispered, voice trembling. You could your orgasm quickly approaching, and wanted to warn him, yet he just kept going with even more enthusiasm.

"Oh maker, Poe! Gonna… Gonna come…" You whined as your breathing got deeper.

The way he was rolling his tongue along the bottom of your shaft, mixed with the way he was cupping your balls, was driving you insane. He hummed loudly, the vibrations sending you over the edge as he pushed you as far back into his mouth as you could go. You pulled on his hair hard, trying to pull him up. You only got him half way, before he stopped you. You came hard, feeling him suck and swallow every drop.

You went limp and laid there as you breathed heavily.

"Thanks… Poe…" You huffed as he licked his lips.

"You're welcome. Now we have something to occupy ourselves with, until we get rescued!"

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Well. There you go. Was not proofread at all.

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moonknightyws · 1 year

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need him so bad

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spaceagerabbit · 2 years

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listen, the pedro characters and the oscar isaac characters would find you so pretty even when you’re just doing mundane things

like you’ll be laying in bed in a big t-shirt and pajama pants eating a bedtime snack (like a leftover cupcake or something), and he’ll just look at you with stars in his eyes and a small, soft smile.

you’ll look up from your snack and into his eyes, asking him why he was looking at you like that.

“you look so hot baby”, he would say, letting out a big loving sigh as he places his cheek to his palm.

your face is full of surprise for a brief moment before a soft smile is brought to your face as well, and you move your face down to the snack in your hand. you continue smiling as you eat and he lets out another dreamy sigh.

at one point he turns your head towards him, gently brushing a few crumbs off of your lips and then licking those crumbs off his fingers cheekily.

you can decide where this goes ;)

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americancowgirl19 · 2 years

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Star Wars Masterlist

Main Masterlist

The Resistance Jedi Masterlist - Poe Dameron x Gender Neutral Force Sensitive Reader, Ben Solo (Kylo Ren) x Sibling Reader, Leia and Han x Adoptive Daughter/Son reader, Chewie x Best Friend Reader

Escape - Part Two - Gender Neutral Reader x Obi-Wan, Anakin x Reader

Peaceful Mornings - Rex x Gender Neutral Reader x Ahsoka (Poly)

All the Stars - Poe Dameron x First Order Female Reader

Dirty Little Secret - Obi-Wan x Top Male Reader

Cuddle Time - Platonic Chewie x Gender Neutral Reader

#star wars #gender neutral #x gender neutral reader #poe dameron #Female reader #female!reader #x fem!reader #male!reader #male reader #x male reader #Obi-Wan Kenobi #ahsoka x reader #rex x ahsoka #ahsoka x reader x rex

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cosplayproblemsposts · 2 years

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Let go

Your gonna be considered a traitor within Snoke's ranks-when you found out the truth it doesn't help-Your fear eats at you and Finn tries to comfort you but the plot himself takes over when you are separated from Finn and Rey.

Warning: Slight angst, manipulation, and fluff.

Male character x male reader.

"His one of THEM Finn!" the plot you'd just met and helped, rebels against his friends "I was once a stormtrooper Poe there's no difference". "There is a difference, his part of the council it's totally different from a stormtrooper!" Rey backs up Poe's statement "But he is my friend and he lent us a hand" Poe groans. Finn's eyes wander to your shaking form and saw how panicked you were "He'll do the same for me" both Rey and Poe watch you throw your helmet away from you.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Finn sets a hand on your shoulder but you swot his hand away "I...Why? would he lie?" Finn felt sympathy for you. "I know why he is the villain and he wants the dark side to steal people's freedom" you shook your head "I-I want to leave" Finn grins "Then come with us".

You ran down the far too halls trying to avoid stormtroopers but of course, that didn't last long. "Over there!" one of the men in white pointed out and within a heartbeat, they fired. Blasters are set off and lasers meet the air. "Get over here!" Poe harshly drags you by the forearm "H-Hey do you mind loosening your grip" Poe huff and tugs you so you meet face to face.

"Desperate to get back to your precise Snoke, huh?" you shook your head "What? no, it just hurts that's all" Poe rolls his eyes. Dragging you around right after your separation doesn't help Poe along with his grip "I'll happily ask you to STOP whining!" Poe says but stops. "I'm just saying appreciate it if you loosen your grip" Poe yanks to hide in a nearby storage closet.

He finally lets go of you "finally" you sigh whilst rubbing your forearm "Number four has proven to be a traitor, when you see him you kill him on the spot". Captain Phasama's words swarm you 'Kill me?...why me? he lied to me...to all of us' you thought. Poe hears and watches the mindless soldiers nod "Okay I guess we've to wait until the heat dies down for a bit" Poe looks over to you.

There you sat panting and scratching your exposed forearm "Why? he...is the enemy" you mutter whilst your nails penetrates your flesh. "I'm just trying to be good...I want to be good" your little mutters catch Poe and he felt awkward. If Finn was here right now he'll be comforting you, he'll be telling you how strong you are and how far you've come.

You felt your lungs burn and without your permission tears fell "I-I need to leave, I'll be safe with Finn...I" your voice cracked and sang in sobs. Poe couches beside you and gently grabs your hand "you need to stop scratching yourself or you'll make it worse" he spoke so softly".

"We're gonna live and you'll see Finn again, Okay?" you nod and lock eyes with his brown ones. "Yeah...and you don't look like a number four, let me think" Poe moves so he could sit next to "Y/N...ah yes that'll work" Poe gives you a quick side hug. "Snoke is gonna regret lying to you and I'll make sure of it" you sniffle "I'm sorry" Poe frowns at you "Why are you apologizing for?".

"If I wasn't so much of a coward I would've killed Snoke when I had a chance but instead I chickened out. I choose the wrong side and now Finn's paying for it" Poe falls silent but leans into you a little. "Finn said the same thing about you, he felt as if he betrayed you once he left" you smile a little "Really?" Poe nods while bumping shoulders with you. "He cares about you and now I know why, I just wish I understood before meeting you" you chuckled a little "Yeah you of" Poe nudges you "Hey!, now I'm offended".

"Sorry, I guess I'm an idiot too. When I heard and listened to Finn's plan to recruit you I was against it but Leia stepped up and shoot me down. She really wants to meet you and I'm sorry for being an idiot".

"Rey doesn't really like me at all, does she?" Poe hums "Yeah she doesn't really like you but don't worry it'll only take time" the closet door swings open to reveal Finn and Rey. "Finn!" your up and embracing your long-term friend with a bloody forearm "Oh, what the hell happened?" he examines your arm. "Did you do this?" you remember how Finn use to make a big fuss about your habits so your shoulder slumped down and before you could reply Poe's voice interrupted.

"No, I was a little too rough and I'm sorry" Rey stares at the pilot but doesn't say anything. "Okay, next time you keep in mind he's an ally, not a foe" Poe nods "I'll keep it in mind next time" Finn smiles and gestures for two to follow.

"Thank you...what's your name" Poe chuckles.

"I'm Poe Dameron"

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odetodilfs · 9 months

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Hear me out on power bottom!Poe Dameron... I just see it so vividly

#poe dameron #poe dameron x male reader #bottom poe dameron #star wars #oscar isaac characters

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lieutnt · 4 months

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POE DAMERON MASTERLIST

ONESHOTS/LONGER FICS

n/a

DRABBLES

sub poe riding you in the cowgirl position

#poe dameron #poe dameron x male reader #top male reader #male reader #top reader #star wars #lieutnts writings #masterlist

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in-a-nook-with-a-notebook · 10 months

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Flustered

Franchise: Star Wars

Pairing: Poe Dameron x male reader (oneshot)

Word Count: 1436

Warnings: swearing, implied smut, mentions of drinking/being drunk, hickeys, implied anal, flustered Poe (not a warning, just something to look forward to)

Summary: You had always had a crush on your best friend Poe Dameron, but for a long time, you never told him. You didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had. While he flirted with you sometimes, you always figured it was just him messing with you. So imagine your surprise when you wake up after a long night in the cantina. In Poe’s bed. In your underwear. With his shirt on.

A/N: A little draft I've had for a bit but never posted. First implied smut I've ever shared with the world, actually...

You blink your eyes open slowly, feeling the sunlight bathe your face through a nearby window. The bed is warm and you don’t want to get up. You close your eyes again. You keep yourself curled up under the covers and inhale deeply. A familiar scent that isn’t yours hits your nose, which you find odd because you’re nose-blind to the smell of your room. You open your eyes again to observe your surroundings properly.

This isn’t your room.

In your room, there’s a bookshelf within your line of sight from the bed. Instead, there’s a chair with clothes on it; your clothes and someone else’s. You notice your pants on the floor next to the chair and realize you’re in your underwear. Your shirt is on the floor too. That doesn’t make sense… you’re wearing a shirt…

You pull the blanket down a little to observe the shirt you’re in. It’s Poe’s. You remember it because he was wearing it…

Last night.

The sound of beeping meets your ears. You roll onto your back and stare down at the end of the bed, at the source of the noise.

BB-8. Poe’s droid best friend.

Your eyes widen and you turn to look at the sleeping body next to you.

Poe, snoring softly. The blanket only covers from his waist down and he’s not wearing a shirt. Well, of course, he’s not wearing a shirt. You’re wearing his shirt. His dark hair is all over the place and you have to resist the urge to brush some of his curls out of his face.

Sorry, what were you thinking?

You have only a vague memory of what happened last night. Poe was bored and wanted to go to the cantina for a drink. He’d invited you to go with him, of course, and you said sure. You mostly went because you didn’t want to see him get into trouble. You were just trying to make sure he didn’t drink too much, or try something he doesn’t know or shouldn’t get into. Yeah, the cantina closest to the Resistance base is mostly safe, but there are visitors from other planets that aren’t as trustworthy as members of the Resistance.

You remember Poe barely leaving your side that night. Anywhere he went, he dragged you along with him. The two of you spent most of your time leaning against the bar, talking about this and that. You remember how effortlessly pretty he looked - how effortlessly pretty he always looks.

You hadn’t had much to drink at first, wanting to keep yourself as coherent as possible, but you’ve noticed that drinking always amplifies your feelings. Poe, on the other hand, was downing drinks as fast as the bartender would give them to him. He looked like he was trying to work up the courage to do something or say something, but all it seemed to do was get him drunk. He appeared flustered that night; mostly when he looked at you. When you had teased him about it, his face went red and he would look away.

A soft, tired groan pulls you from your thoughts. You look back at Poe, who’s started to wake up. Your heart starts beating a little faster. He’s scowling, but only because the sun is in his eyes. He may be awake but he clearly isn’t ready to be.

BB-8 beeps at the end of the bed and Poe frowns. His eyes are still closed.

“Y/N in my bed?” He grumbles. “I wish. You break a circuit last night?”

“Morning, sleepyhead,” you mumble teasingly.

Poe’s eyes fly open. He yelps in surprise and jumps so high that he falls off the edge of the bed. “Fuck!” He exclaims when you hear a thud; he hit the floor hard.

“Shit, are you okay?” You ask quickly, crawling across the bed and looking down at him. One of his hands is holding his head and the other is draped lazily over his stomach. He groans.

“Head hurts,” he murmurs.

“Well, you were drinking a lot last night.”

Poe scoffs. “I didn’t drink that much… did I?”

“Yes, you did, actually. I tried to stop you.”

“I didn’t listen, did I?”

“No, you did not.”

Poe sighs, pushing himself into a sitting position. It’s at that moment he realizes he’s in his underwear too. His eyes widen. He looks at you, looks at himself, then looks at you again as he tries to pull the blanket down to cover himself. You pull it in your direction at the same time; if he takes too much of it, he’ll see that you’re in your underwear too.

After a moment of tug-of-war, he stops, his eyes raking over your body.

“Is that my shirt?”

You let go of the blanket. “Yep.”

“Why are you wearing my shirt?”

“I have no idea.”

“If you’re so confused about it, then why haven’t you taken it off?” Poe asks.

“Would you like me to take it off?” You tease. You’re not sure what’s come over you. You’re just as confused as he is, you have no idea what happened last night, and here you were messing with him as usual.

Poe blushes red, carding his fingers through his hair.

“I… you… uh…”

“Am I making you a little flustered?” You smirk down at him.

Poe clears his throat, looking up at you. “No,” he says. His warm brown eyes tell you otherwise. You raise an eyebrow. He chews on his lip a little. “…Maybe.”

“Before we address that,” you say, “maybe we should address the bantha in the room?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“We’re in our underwear.”

“You’re in your underwear too?” Poe asks. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he almost sounds excited.

“What, you want me to move the blanket and show you?”

“Sorry. Continue.”

“We’re in our underwear. Our clothes are over there. I’m in your shirt. In your bed. We were drinking. Something happened last night.”

Poe narrows his eyes. “What’s that on your neck?”

You frown, touching your collarbone. The fact that you’re in your underwear leaves your mind as you clamber out of the bed and slip into the bathroom, looking in the mirror. Sure enough, there’s a mark just above your collarbone. You pull Poe’s shirt off over your head and see a couple other similar marks over your torso.

“You gave me hickeys,” you say in a toneless voice, tracing your finger over the marks like they’re constellations.

You hear Poe scrambling to his feet, rushing to you. “I did what?” He asks, awe evident in his voice. His eyes widen when you turn to him. “Woah. I did that?”

“Well, who the else would it be?” You point out.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmur, looking in the mirror again. “I kinda like them…”

“You… you do?”

“Well, I like who they’re from, so…” You meet his gaze in the mirror.

Poe’s eyes are wide and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. “I like who I gave them to.”

“Still feeling flustered?”

He chews on his lip again. “Absolutely.” He steps out of the bathroom for a second. “Hey, BB-8?” He says to his droid. “How about you go hang out with R2 for a while?” He lets BB-8 out of the room and immediately closes the door, returning to you. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here, I think,” you say slowly, stepping towards him and gripping his hips. Your face is only a couple inches away from his and he gazes into your E/C eyes, his own being darker than usual, full of lust.

“Would you just kiss me already?” He whispers.

“You sure?”

Poe raises an eyebrow. “My ass hurts and you’re covered in hickeys, so I’m fairly certain we fucked last night. I’m pretty damn sure about a kiss.”

You grin. “Just making sure, baby.”

You pull him flush against you, pressing your lips to his in a slow, deep kiss. Poe drapes his arms around your neck, his fingers tangling themselves into your hair. His lips move against yours in perfect harmony, your grip on his hips tightening as the kiss continues. After a long moment, he pulls away, looking at you with hooded eyes.

“Can we do whatever we did last night again?”

“We don’t know what we did last night.”

“Then can we make some new memories of a… similar fashion?” His “innocent” gaze studies your face, his skillful fingers still playing with your hair.

A grin stretches over your face as your hands begin to roam his toned body. “Absolutely.”

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iliumheightnights · 2 years

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Poe Dameron wondering why his jedi bf is hanging around him all day.

Poe: “not that I don’t love it babe. But don’t you have work?”

Y/n: “nope and the gravitational pull of your two glorious moons keeps me right next to you.” *ass smack*

Poe: "And I thought Jedi weren't supposed to form attachments."

M/n: "Well as one of the few remaining Jedi, I say we can do whatever we want with our feelings."

Poe: "Well then...care for some lunar exploration?"

M/n: "Let's go!"

#star wars #poe dameron #poe dameron x male reader #poe dameron x male!reader #x male reader #x male!reader

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superfanficnatural · 4 days

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The Son: Chapter 2

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: As you guys might have put together by now, this series is gonna be a long haul! Well kinda but not really, slow burn for sure, sorry about it but I promise you’ll love it. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,953

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

“It’s time to get up, my son.”

You woke to the sounds of birds chirping, your hand coming up to shield your eyes from the sun peeking into the grand room where you sat. Looking around, you noticed that the room had become somewhat vegetated with multiple birds having nests on the pillars.

“I wonder how long I have been gone for,” you mumbled to yourself as you got up.

Your entire body was slightly sore even through the force protection so you assumed you had been gone for quite a while. Spending a few minutes stretching, you felt much more limber and decided to walk outside, coming into view of the cargo containers Anakin had brought you.

“Right, a ship,” you reminded yourself.

Reaching out, you opened each container and raised the parts out of them and into the air. You had made a scan of Anakin’s ship when you had brought him back to it with the force and by doing so, understood each of its parts and how each of them connected, what their purpose was, everything. You hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but thinking about it now, you realized just how powerful your control was over the force, how natural it felt. Once again, my father amazes me. You commanded the force, build me a perfect ship. Your connection with the force was so deep it was nearly as if you were commanding your own subconscious, telling it, or rather the force, to use your knowledge to the fullest, know your desire to the capacity, and carry it out to the fullest extent.

The rather large pieces began to float towards each other, thousands of smaller pieces coming to support their melodic sway. As they began to assemble, you understood what was happening, the process, the connections, the purpose, as if they were pieces of your own body. Piece by piece, the ship began to truly assemble, a perfect craft in your mental image, utilizing every single part. Soon, you had a completely assembled ship floating above your head, though, there were still a few dozen pieces left that you were unfamiliar with. Choosing to put those aside for now, you floated them through the ship into a closet room you already understood you had designed. Looking back down, you sifted the containers aside and planted the ship.

You gave it a once over with a solid nod, appreciating its beauty and capacity. It was a mid-size ship, with a bridge at the front with a gunner position right below, gunner position on the rear with another up top. The gunner position in the front was equipped with blaster and ion cannons, the rear supporting with blaster and concussive mines, the top gunner position being a turbolaser. You could also tell from the underbelly that there was a tractor beam as well, docking stations on both sides, with a small magnet area for cargo. You hadn’t seen many ships other than Anakin’s, but this one seemed to be quite capable. You wondered where he had gotten such weaponry but chose not to focus on the past.

As you walked up to the ramp, it opened immediately as you got closer, as if it could sense that you were approaching. Reaching the ramp, you entered the ship to be met with a clear silver and gray finish on the walls and floors, all of the parts so perfect as if they were brand new giving the ship a shiny look. As you entered, you found the navigation of the ship to be quite efficient and simple, hallways with markers identifying where which room is on the walls, a few bedrooms, a cantina area, living space, multiple closets for all kinds of storage, a bridge with plenty of space for a pilot and co-pilot with 3-4 others. As you sat down in the cockpit area, the controls in front of you felt strange. You had never piloted a ship before this so you chose to let the force control your body instead. Calling upon those who came before you in the force, you closed your eyes and allowed their skills to envelop you, your hands moving to flick knobs and push buttons, grabbing at the controls as if it were natural. The ship took off and you opened your eyes to see yourself controlling the vehicle now. You were still a bit apprehensive since it was your first experience but as you looked at the same controls you were baffled at moments ago, you now understood them, or at least were beginning to.

“Now, I need to repress my force before I leave the pyramid and assess the galaxy,” you spoke aloud, as if the ship could hear you.

You had no idea what the outside galaxy looked like and what the balance of the force currently was so you reflexively suppressed your force to just a bit under what Anakin had, hoping it would make you blend in.

Reaching out with your mind, you willed the pyramid to open and you left with your ship, going out into the dark and mysterious galaxy of the unknown.

“Now, what do you have to show me? What event has brought me here?” you whispered as you closed your eyes and focused.

Hundreds of events flashed through your mind in seconds and you winced as they overtook you. Death, pain, suffering, domination, it was the only thing you could feel. Your heart hurt in your chest and your throat burned, tears welling in your eyes at the horrid sights that took your breath away. You could feel the deaths of millions, dying at the hands of the dark side. The Jedi, betrayed by their own army, all of their lights being snuffed out in the dark shadow casted by the Emperor. But then you felt joy, freedom, and love, the Rebel Alliance rising from the ashes of the Jedi to defeat the empire and bring the light back to the galaxy. You sighed in relief as you believed this was the time you were brought back to. If only you were that lucky... you were instantly pulled into a new memory of a dark shadow rising from the Empire, undead almost as if it waved its hand and created a new... order. The First Order. The darkness came back, millions of innocent people dead, worlds sent into chaos under the pretense of “order.” You were violently thrown from the vision as you came back to your ship. Your chest heaved with your breaths and your eyes were widened, your body in a complete state of shock. It took you a few moments to collect yourself but you repositioned yourself in your chair and calmed down.

Why wasn’t I shown the nexus event? Why am I suddenly awake now? How did this happen to the galaxy?

Your mind was flooded with your thoughts and more questions arose than answers. You sat and studied the vision and the information that it gave you. You knew that no one that you had met and known before were no longer alive, and what was worse, that it was Anakin that brought upon the fall of the Jedi in the first place. Though, you knew that this was no time to mourn the past, but to figure out what to do.

If I was brought back at this point, that means that the nexus event is either happening or will happen soon... if it is the latter, then I must assume that I’m necessary for this nexus event which is why I was woken up. I must find the current representation of the light and help them.

Once more, you reached out with the force, trying to find any sliver of light amongst the muck of the dark. It took a while but you managed to find a decently strong light source, on a planet very far away. You instinctively input codes into the hyperdrive and set off immediately on your course, not even knowing what the name of the planet was. As your ship entered hyperspace, the galloping blue and white streams appeared on the other side of the glass, as if you were flying through a tunnel. As you looked closer, you found yourself getting tired, your eyes closing as you couldn’t help but pass out in your chair.

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“My son.”

You opened your eyes to find your father standing in front of you, nothing around you but bright white.

“F-father?” your voice broke as you called out for him, not believing that you were truly seeing him.

His kind smile appeared on his face, “It is me, my son.”

You surged forward and planted yourself into his chest, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could.

He laughed and embraced you the same, bringing you the sense of comfort you never thought you could feel again, “It is good to see you, you look... well.”

He tousled your extremely grown out hair and picked at your wild beard which you laughed at, “Our hair never changed, we didn’t exactly have scissors.”

“It seems you have finally awakened, which means there is something you must do,” he pulled away a bit to address you.

You nodded, “I know, I’m already on my way to Leia Sky-”

He softly stopped you, “No, there is something else. You are correct, however you must first acquire your protection.”

You looked at him, confused, “My protection? Father, I do not understand.”

He gave you his fatherly look as he always did, “What was the one thing that Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka had in common other than their connection with the force?”

You thought to yourself for a moment, “Their... lightsabers.”

He smiled, “Correct. They are the weapon of force wielders, and something that you need to protect yourself and those that cannot protect themselves.”

You shook your head, “But father, I am not a Jedi. Though, I am no Sith either. I am... something in between.”

“You are once again correct. You do not belong to either side of the force. However, you control both sides of them. You are a Jedi, you are a Sith... yet you are neither. You can feel it, deep inside, my child, you know what you must claim.”

You hummed in response as you felt a pang in your chest... kyber... kyber crystal.

“Kyber,” you whispered, “my crystals.”

Your father smiled and spoke, “Indeed, my son! Go claim what is yours and carve your path forward!”

The room boomed with his voice as the light blinded you-

You thrashed awake from your chair in the cockpit as you looked out to see the ship still in hyperspace. Though, moments later, the ship exited hyperspace and you were right outside of a green and brown planet. Looking down at the console, you saw that the planet was called Utapau. You were about to input a new direction to go get your kyber crystals first when you felt it.

Your crystals.

Somehow, while you were knocked out, the ship changed directions and went for your crystals instead. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed the controls and began piloting yourself to the surface. You felt a heavy presence of the dark side on the planet and decided to avoid the populated areas to make sure that no one would know you were there. As you came into view of the surface, you saw hundreds of sinkholes litter the deserted ground and felt that your crystals were deep underground. Most of the sinkholes were too small for your ship but you found a ridiculously huge one and began to pilot your ship down to the core of the planet. You were flying visually blind as you were simply descending but your scanners let you know after a few minutes that there was land a few hundred feet below you. After initiating landing gear and maneuvers, you landed the ship and opened the cargo ramp... to be met with a pitch black area you could barely see only from the lights of the ship.

“Oh, I forgot to bring a light source... this is a problem,” you spoke into the darkness.

Sighing, you turned around and went back to the ship, going to the cargo bay and opening one of the drawers. Thankfully, Anakin had brought you more than enough material for the ship, you almost thought that he just dumped a bunch of junk on you but the drawers in these cabinets were filled with all different kinds of tools. They were so small compared to everything else, you hadn’t even realized that literal tools and equipment were also fitted to your ship. Grabbing a flashlight, you turned to open the larger container in the bay area to come across a shipment of blasters. Or at least that’s what you thought they were.

Your father didn’t let you or your sister go to the outside world, ever. All you had ever known was the pyramid and random events you were able to see through the dark side. Most of what you knew of the world was surface level knowledge, and you were beginning to realize that you were basically a child in a new world.

You grabbed a blaster and looked at its craft and ingenuity, seeing the power cell and the barrel and beginning to understand how the gun worked. It was very similar to the lasers you had on the ship which made it easier to understand its functions.

Setting out, you pushed into one of the tunnels and closed the ship’s ramp behind you, shining your flashlight in the direction you felt the force pulling you in. As you walked along, there were other smaller cavities carved into the walls that seemed to go on endlessly. While you appreciated the light to see, it wasn’t what you were relying on, the force was guiding you. Through every turn, you felt the connection grow stronger as you drew closer to the crystals. After what felt like an hour, you had finally reached a large room with thousands of bright lights adorning the walls, floors, and ceiling. The entire room was filled with force energy and you found it difficult to understand which one was yours.

You dropped your flashlight and blaster, “How can I possibly choose from all of these?”

“It is not you who chooses the crystal, it is the crystal that chooses you,” a grainy older voice resounded through the room.

You instinctively ducked your head, “Who are you?”

You heard the same voice chuckle slightly, “Who I am, mmm not your concern, your crystals, yes?”

You raised an eyebrow in apprehension, “I suppose you have a point. Though you wish to help me find my crystals? And why is that?”

“Oh no, no no no. A Jedi you are, yes? Or no?”

“Yes, but-”

“But nothing!” the being giggled. “If Jedi you are, nothing in return you request, for helping others.”

You sighed in defeat, “I understand. What must I do?”

“Mmmm, let the crystal decide, we shall, hm? Sit, sit. Reach out with your feelings.”

You complied, sitting in a meditative stance and reaching out, letting every crystal in the room feel your presence.

“Goooood,” the voice affirmed.

You concentrated further, pouring your inner thoughts and feelings out to see which crystal would be interested. After a few moments, you heard a sharp ring, just for a moment.

Then suddenly you heard it again.

You felt movement, swirling, gathering, then... belonging.

You opened your eyes to see two crystals floating above your head. Pushing off of the ground, you were about to reach out for them before you felt a presence in front of you.

“Impossible,” you whispered breathlessly.

Force energy swirled in front of you and morphed into the shape of your sister, her kind and beautiful face gracing your eyes.

“Sister?” you asked, completely stunned.

“Brother, how good it is to see you once more,” your sister's voice graced your ears. “Though, I am afraid I am here only to do one thing,” she moved one of the crystals towards her open palm and gestured for you to reach your palm out for the other.

As the crystal floated above your hand, it suddenly began to shake and change color, a black hue enveloped the crystal and turned it into a deep black.

“As the dark was your nature, one half of your crystals, one half of you, will represent the dark,” she looked towards her palm which encouraged you to do the same. “Though my gift to you brother,” the crystal began to glow a radiant white, “is your rule over my light.”

The crystal had become a bright white, radiating a warmth that reminded you of her.

You looked back up at her as she placed the crystal into your palm beside the other to see her looking at you with a solemn smile, “I do not blame you for my death, my brother. I simply hope you may live the life I had lost in my place.”

She finished her words as her body dematerialized, her hand wiping the tear that fell being the last part of her you felt before she ultimately disappeared.

“Thank you, sister,” you whispered into the empty room before turning around and leaving.

You reached your ship soon and sat back down in the pilot’s chair, taking another look at your crystals before placing them on the center table and piloting yourself out of the sinkhole. As you exited the atmosphere, you input the code to the system that Lei Skywalker was on and set off to hyperspace.

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