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Jealousy & Parties - pjm

pairings: husband!jimin x wife!reader

synopsis: sometimes, your husband can get a little jealous.

genre: some fluff, SMUT

warning(s): unprotected sex, choking, exhibitionism (kinda, LOL), doggy, ass spanking, mature language (use of the word slut), dom!jimin, sub!reader, dirty talk, jealous!jimin, possessive themes (not in a toxic way!!! Jimin just loves his wife!!!), biting/marking, oral (m. receiving), cream pie.

word count: 3.3k

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note(s): okay listen, I've been getting waaaay too many jealousy dreams about the boys, so I wrote it. LOL. I really should be focusing on my fics (that are hopefully coming soooooon!!!!), but I couldn't shy away from jealous husband Jimin! Please ignore any mistakes... I didn't edit it this time LOL.

"Baby, are all the cupcakes set up?” You called to your husband as you dressed up Yona in her cute little purple dress. Thankfully, today Yona seemed to know it was something special, she wasn’t as fussy as she normally was when you tried putting dresses on her.

Today was Yona's 1st birthday party, you and Jimin have been preparing for, for weeks now. You had made sure that all the decorations were made and hung up around your home, the arrangements for the cake was set, and of course, the abundant amount of gifts that you had bought for her was wrapped and set around in the living room. Jimin and you have strived all week to ensure that everything was set for her first milestone, and you both couldn’t be prouder of the turn out.

“Yeahp!” Jimin comes strolling into your shared bedroom; he sports a denim jacket, and his new hair; a shade of purple that matches the color of your own dress, while it contrasts with Yona's plum purple. It was a lot of convincing for you to get Jimin on board with Yona’s purple themed party (he really insisted on pink, because he’s always loved pink on her, and you, but he was easily swayed when you had mentioned that you were buying his favorite chocolate cake from the bakery down the street), but like the loving husband that he was, he agreed uttering out “happy wife, happy life”, and here you were today. Ready to give your little bundle of joy the party of her life, whether she remembers it or not, most likely not, you were proud of the work you and your husband had put into it. You both could tackle anything if you both were able to pull this off.

“Hun, the boys will be here in a few minutes, I’ll just go wait by the door, okay?” Jimin jogs over to you giving your cheek a quick kiss, “look at you baby, so, so pretty, just like your mommy.” He tickles Yona, earning giggles from your baby, as she flails her arms reaching for her dad as he smothered her in kisses.

“Here she’s done, you can take her.” You say giving the squirming one-year old to your husband, “I’ll just clean up quickly and I’ll be down!”

Jimin coos at your little girl giving you a soft okay as the two pattered out of the bedroom, leaving you to quietly put away Yona's pajamas. Your heart warmed at the thought that you and Jimin had been raising this amazing little girl for a whole year. You remember how happy you and Jimin were when you first found out that you were pregnant with her; the boys were just as excited, if not more, than you and Jimin. They were ecstatic to be having their first niece; you remember just how excited you both were when Jin said that him and Sunmi were pregnant with their son, Daemin. Because Daemin was the very first cousin, amongst the boys, he was ridiculously spoiled. You all showered him in many gifts, clothes, toys, you name it; he got it.

Then when you and Jimin were expecting, and when the boys found out it was a girl, they went ballistic. They gifted you many things, from toys, to dresses, to little shoes to match all of them; Yona received so much love from her uncles. You couldn’t help but smile at the memory.

“Jagi!” Jimin called, “Everyone’s here babe!”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you closed Yona's drawers, dusting off your hands and heading down to the party to greet your guests.

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“How’re you doing, Y/n?”

You looked beside you to see Jimin’s best friend out of the boys, Taehyung. If you were close to anyone in the group, other than your husband, it’d be Taehyung. Yours and Taehyung’s relationship is nothing but friendly, nothing more; you are married to Jimin after all, and you love Jimin very much and vice versa, anyone with eyes could tell that the two of you are smitten for each other.

“I’m doing great, Tae.” You smiled up at the curly haired boy, “How’re you doing?”

Taehyung smirked, giving off his signature wink, “Great, now that you’re here.” You both chuckle at his attempt to flirt with you. Naturally, Taehyung was very flirty, with everyone, so, you always thought nothing of it, plus, you’re his best friends wife, Taehyung would never do something like that to Jimin.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” You asked as you watched Yona giggling on the couch with your parents, who came shortly after the boys did. Jimin’s mother and father sat next to your own, cooing and chuckling at Yona as they played with her. Jin and Yoongi were standing in the kitchen standing over the cake that they had picked up for you; Hobi, Namjoon, and Jungkook sat by the windowsill with their wives, talking in hushed whispers and sharing a few laughs.

“Of course, I am,” Taehyung playfully shoves your shoulder, earning a giggle from you, “You and Chim did a great job!” Wrapping his arm around you to pull you into a side hug, you peered up at Taehyung in fits of giggles. As the two of you were lost in your little world, someone cleared their throat behind you.

“Y/n, your parents are taking Yona tonight, figured we’d have a quiet house to clean up.” Jimin’s sultry voice fills your ears, except his stare wasn’t as soft and loving as it normally was. His stare was hard and he wasn’t focusing on your eyes, but rather, his eyes were zeroed in on Taehyung’s arm that was still placed around your shoulders.

“Hey Chim!” Taehyung’s boxy smile appears as he glanced at your husband, to which Jimin nods stiffly, not returning the sweet gesture, Taehyung immediately removes his arm from you, nervously coughing.

“Sure, bub.” You say, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him, only for Jimin to possessively snake his own arm around your waist, gripping it tightly. Letting out a surprised gasp at his roughness, you eyed Taehyung who’s eyes were now bulging out of his sockets.

“Jimin.” You hissed, suddenly feeling heat rush to your cheeks and in between your legs with his sudden possessiveness.

“You,” He aggressively whispers into your ear, “are my wife, not Taehyung-ah’s,” Jimin’s grip tightened around your waist, “seems like you’ll need a reminder tonight.” He bites the shell of your ear gently, before pulling away and giving you his genuine smile.

The duality.

“Yes, Jagi?” Jimin asks you, teases you, knowing full well what he just whispered to you only seconds ago. You were left gobsmacked as Jimin’s hand trails down to your ass, giving it a squeeze, still aware that Taehyung was in front of the two of you. You and Jimin were never to shy away from PDA, kissing here and there, but never has he publicly shown the type of person he was behind closed doors. It seemed too teenager-ish to the two of you, at least that was one of the many things you both had the same opinion on… However, it seems that tonight he thought otherwise.

“Uh-“ Tae chokes out, “I’ll-uh, it’s late.” Coming over to shake Jimin’s hand. Jimin gave his friend a tight-lipped smile, gripping his hand tightly, “See ya, Chim.” Taehyung pulls him into a hug, and your husband gladly returns it, patting his back. When the two pull away, Jimin held his eye disappearing smile, as Tae shifted uncomfortably in his gaze, before giving you a small wave and retreating back to the party to say his own good-byes.

“What was that?” You bit at your husband, who turned to you in confusion. Shrugging his shoulders, his smile dropped.

“Once everyone leaves and your parents take Yona for the night,” He steps closer to you, “I expect you on our bed, naked, and on all fours waiting for me,” His voice dropped several octaves, making you clench your legs together, “If you’re not, it seems I’ve been too lenient towards you, baby.”

With that Jimin pulls back, giving you a smirk and walking towards your guests that were packing up to leave, departing from you, his extremely frustrated wife.

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It had felt like hours.

Not wanting to disobey Jimin and risk getting a punishment, you were bent over on your bed, completely at his mercy, for whenever he decides to come back to your room.

After Jimin had left you, you followed after him to say goodbye to your guests, while Jimin didn’t seem affected by your encounter, you had become quieter, but thankfully no one noticed; except Jimin. While bidding your fellow family and friends farewell, Jimin had done nothing but tease you. His arm was always around your waist, kneading the flesh in the palms of his hand, squeezing here and there; his hand would travel its way down your back, landing on your ass and giving it a harsh squeeze when you were talking, causing you to gasp which didn’t go unnoticed by your guest; he would be chatting and laughing with someone while he smoothed your hair, roughly gripping it time to time, that made you squeeze your legs shut, to prevent yourself from dripping down your legs.

Your insatiable husband did not make tonight easy for you.

“Oh,” His sultry voice echoed in the room causing you to bite your lip as you felt yourself dripping onto the bed, “What a good girl.” You suddenly felt a presence behind your bent over figure, and you couldn’t help but squirm. Looking behind you, Jimin’s eyes were trained on your sopping center before his dark eyes trailed up your spine to greet your own.

“You and Taehyung-ah were quite close tonight hm?” Jimin traces his finger down your slit, gathering your wetness and rubbing it gently against your clit. You shut your eyes squishing your face in your pillow, mewling out.

But Jimin didn’t like that.

His hand roughly grasped your hair in a makeshift ponytail, and turned your head towards your left hand, the big diamond that graced it in your line of vision.

“Tell me Jagi,” Jimin breathes against the shell of your ear, “who’s ring is on your finger, hm?” Tugging your hair harder, you bite back a moan.

“Yours.” Jimin hums in approval.

“That’s right, baby. My ring is on your finger. You are my wife. You are the mother of my child.” Jimin grunts out his hand slithering down to your neck and gripping it; not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but enough for you to roll your eyes back in ecstasy.

“You’re so pretty,” Jimin mumbles against your neck, peppering kisses and sucking harshly at the junction between your neck and collarbone; your weak spot, that he knows all too well. “Love seeing my little wife so submissive for me. Just for me, isn’t that right, jagi?” No longer able to hold your moans in, you frantically grab Jimin’s hair, tilting your head to give him more room to plant more of his marks on you.

“Just yours,” You moaned, “Ji-Jimin,” You choked out as his free hand slithers its way to cup your mound, teasing his finger against your waiting hole. Whining in need, you thrust your hips in attempt to get his finger to slip in, but Jimin squeezes your throat harder.

“What do you want?” He growled, “I’ve been too nice to you baby, thinking you could get away with wearing a dress like that?” You could feel Jimin’s hardened length press against your ass, him pushing up into you; another one of his ways he’s been teasing you.

“Don’t act like you didn’t see Taehyung’s eyeing your tits,” Jimin continues to refuse you the feeling of his fingers inside you, only circling your clit once in a while, earning a groan of frustration from you.

“N-no,” You cry, “I didn’t, I swear—only eyes for you, Chim, please.” Jimin’s hand around your throat disappears and a sharp slap fills your ears and the sting on your ass causes you to yelp.

“You can beg better than that,” Another slap to your ass causes you to fall forward, “C’mon, pet, beg for me, or maybe you want to be left all alone and needy, maybe I should call Tae and see if he’d want to fuck my wife.” Jimin’s jealousy complex was shining through, and it made your aching pussy want him more.

“No!” You cried, clenching around nothing, “P-please, Jimin, want you—only you, want your cock in me, pl-please.” Your mind was in a haze, the only thought that you had was Jimin pounding into you and proving that his cock was what you wanted, what you needed.

Jimin coos, pushing your head down and the sound of him unbuckling his belt hurriedly, makes you drip in desire, “So pretty for me, baby.” You feel his fingertips trail your spine, a chill creeping down with every stroke of his finger, but before you could bask in the gentleness from him, you were roughly pulled to stand; Jimin’s hands gripping your arms and pushing you towards the floor-to-ceiling window that led to your balcony. Harshly spinning you around to slam your back against the wall, Jimin’s face was only centimeters away from your own. His eyes dark and full of lust, while you gasp for air.

“On your knees.” His demand has your scrambling to the floor, greeted by his thick member in front of your face. Staring up at your husband, Jimin cocks and eyebrow, “Well?” He snapped; rolling his eyes, Jimin grips your hair and thrusts into your throat roughly, not giving you time to adjust to the intrusion. Times like this you were thankful for not having a gag reflex.

“Fuck,” Jimin seethes through his teeth, hooded eyes watching you take his length into your mouth, “Who’s cock is claiming your mouth hm?” His hand grips your hair, shoving you harder against him, “because it sure as hell isn’t Taehyung’s.” Jimin continues his rough assault on your willing mouth, holding your head and pushing you down onto him, your nose brushing against his pubic bone. Your jaw was aching, but you couldn’t help but admire Jimin’s eyes that were shut in absolute pleasure; pleasure from you. The lewd sounds of your mouth taking his cock and his moans made you wetter than you already were; if that was even possible.

Jimin roughly pulls you off his cock, pumping his member in his hands before you quickly got up off the floor and pulled his lips to yours.

Moaning in each other’s mouths, Jimin’s free hand pulled you closer to him. It was the first time you two had kissed tonight, with all the teasing and the inappropriate touching, the kiss was what made you fall in love with Jimin all over again. It was heated, but the love and passion that you and Jimin have had through all the years, was always in your kisses. His mouth chases after yours as you lean against the cold window, as his tongue makes itself familiar with yours. Jimin gently bites down on your bottom lip, before pulling away, and turning you to press your front against the coldness.

“So pretty, so perfect.” Jimin runs his leaking tip against your soaked cunt, teasing you even more by pushing the head in, only to pull it right back out, and dragging it up and down your slit. “Such a good cock-slut for me,” He whispers.

“Chim-“ You choke, thrusting back into him, both of you moaning at the intrusion of Jimin’s tip in you, “Please, God, please fuck me, wanna cum.” You whine.

“So, good for me.” With that Jimin pushes his entire length in you, moaning at the feel of your tightness wrapped around him. Biting his lip, Jimin groans, “Oh fuck.”

“Shit.” You gasp, as Jimin slams into you, your chests pressed against the window, praying that no one walks by your house as his cock splits you open. Moaning out his name with each powerful thrust, Jimin pulls your head back with your hair, tilting it to give his lips access to your neck again, where he sucks pink hues onto your neck. His tongue travelling up to reach your cheeks, giving you soft pecks and breathy moans, that only spurred you on to grind back against him, needing to feel him deeper.

“Fuck, jagi,” slamming his hips harder against your ass, your forehead falling to press up against the window, heavy pants escaping your lips when Jimin’s hands ventures towards your breasts, cupping them firmly while he pulls you harder against him, “You feel so fucking good.” Jimin lifts your leg and propping it up slightly to angle him deeper, he growls at the newfound position, loving every second of it.

“Ji-Jimin,” You mewl, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach as Jimin continues to pound into you.

“You gonna cum for me?” He speeds up his thrusts, you could’ve sworn you felt him in your stomach, “Moan for me, Y/n.” And you do. You moan loudly at how Jimin fills up your cunt amazingly, the feel of his thick cock slipping in and out of you with so much ease, the way you feel your own wetness coats the inside of your legs. “Who’s name are you moaning, baby?” Jimin hums, harshly slapping your ass.

Once.

Twice.

“That’s it baby, cum around my cock. Make a mess on me—shit, that’s it.” Jimin loses his mind watching you shamelessly using him to get yourself off, he’s almost feral with how hard he sinks his dick into you, deeper than he’s ever been.

And you’re equally loosing your own mind, head absolutely empty—other that the thought of you need to cum. Not even a second later, you’re falling apart on your husband’s dick, whimpering, and whining at how he continues to fuck you through your high, your arousal dripping down his shaft.

“Jimin,” You whisper his name as if it were a prayer and Jimin gladly continues to roll his hips into yours.

“So, so good baby.” His hips pausing as he thrusts harder, nearing his high as you feel him twitch inside you, “oh sh-shit.” Jimin groans spilling his hot seed inside you. You bite your lip at the feeling of him completely filling you up, resting against the window that cooled you off after your intense activity. Jimin stays inside you, gently letting your leg go, and hugging you from behind. He peppers kisses on your shoulders and kisses just underneath your earlobe.

“Why were you so aggressive tonight,” You hummed now leaning back against him; Jimin’s fingers draw circles on your hips, still holding you against him as you two look outside and enjoying the gleam of the stars.

“Didn’t like the way Tae was flirting.”

“Wha-“ You giggle, finally allowing Jimin’s dick to slip out of you, the both of you hissed at the sensitivity, and you take his hand, leading him to your bed, “Oh, Chim… You couldn’t possibly be jealous of me talking to Taehyungie, were you?” Jimin pouts, slipping under the covers with you, holding you close.

“No…” He grumbles, nuzzling into your neck, “Not really.” You let out a breathy laugh wrapping your own arms around him.

“Chim, I married you,” You kiss his forehead, “I’m wearing your wedding ring,” You kiss his cheek, “and I had your baby.” You kiss his nose, “What have you got to worry about?” Jimin whines, tightening his arms around you.

“Absolutely nothing,” He sighs, “it’s not my fault you’re so hot.” He grunts into your neck.

Giggling to yourself you plant a lingering kiss on his lips, “You’re silly… I love you.” Jimin smiles lazily, deepening the kiss and rolling on top of you.

“I love you,” He repeats, pulling away gently before pecking your lips once more, “forever.”

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call-signvalkyrie · 3 years

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Ignite the Spark pt. 1

So I quit my shitty job today. Yay me! With the extra time I had today, I got a chance to finish the first chapter of a Poe Dameron series I’ve been working on. Let me know what you guys think!

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Summary: After years of undercover work for the Resistance, the daughter of Luke Skywalker has returned. Arriving on Ajan Kloss to a warm greeting from General Leia Organa, the Reader is given a gift and has their first meeting with everyone’s favorite pilot.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Skywalker!Reader

Tags: talks of the Force, a few flashbacks, Poe being embarrassed lol

Word Count: around 3k

When your transport landed on Ajan Kloss, you weren’t sure you would be cut out for this. You’d spend so much time on backwater planets, filtering information to the resistance and doing your best to go unnoticed. You were so used to not interacting with anyone that the thought of being around so many people on a bustling base was a bit scary. All feelings of reservation were swept away, however, when the door of the transport opened to reveal the face of an older woman. Her hair was different since the last time you had seen her. Her face was aged from the many years of fighting the good fight for the rebellion. Her eyes, however, had not changed a day. They gleamed and twinkled in the dying twilight. Her smile made them sparkle even brighter as she reached out toward you.

“Aunt Leia,” you stepped off the transport and into her open arms. “It’s been too long.”

“Yes, it has. I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have kept you away.” She smiled lovingly, taking your face in both hands.

“I brought the data you asked for. I’ve got it all here.” You said, pulling a flash drive from your jacket pocket.

“That’s wonderful, Stardust.” You beamed with pride at the mention of your childhood nickname. “Lt. Connix, will you please take this data to the command center. Start running a detail immediately.”

“Yes, General.” Lt. Connix took the flash drive and was gone before you could blink.

“Beaux, see to it that Lt. Skywalker’s bags are placed in her quarters, please.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Beaux gave you a quick wave before stepping onto the transport and out of sight.

“Now, Y/N, I want to give you a quick tour before you settle in. I’m sure you’re exhausted but I want you to be as familiar as possible with everything on this base. This is your home now. No more field missions, I need you with me.” Leia smiled again, taking your arm and leading you toward the left wing of the base and toward the living quarters.

Home. Leia was the only thing you had left. Wherever she was, that’s where your home would be.

After showing you where your quarters would be located as well as the mess hall, med bay, and a quick tour of the Command Center, you were ready to get settled in for the night.

“Well, Y/N, if you need anything tonight, my quarters are right down the hall. You should have a data pad on your desk all charged and ready to go. It’ll have your clearance codes as well as any information you’ll need to know while on base. I’ll need you with me in the morning to debrief that data. It should be downloaded and ready so make sure to give it a look over before the morning.”

“Yes, ma’am.” You said, smiling softly at the older woman.

“Goodnight, Stardust.” Leia gave a quick wave before walking out the door.

Turning on your heal, you took a quick second to familiarize yourself with your new home. Being the niece of the general had its perks. Your quarters were small, yes but they were cozy. A small bookshelf and dresser were along the wall to your left, a double bed and desk and chair to your right. The data pad Leia had mentioned was right where she said it would be, all charged and ready to go from the looks of it. Straight ahead was your own private refresher. After unpacking your duffle of clothes, along with your rucksack containing a few personal mementos, you decided to take a quick shower before bed. You could wake up early and review that data for Leia. It wasn’t like you hadn’t spent the last 5 years gathering every piece of intel you could on the First Order.

Grabbing a fresh pair of underwear, a grey tank and a pair of sleep shorts from your dresser, you stepped into the refresher. Ten minutes later you were scrubbed clean and feeling surprisingly relaxed. It was amazing what a proper shower could do. Opening the door and stepping into your room, you turned to hang your towel on the desk chair when you spotted something you hadn't noticed earlier. On the desk were two boxes accompanied by an envelope. Scrawled across the front in a familiar script was the word “Stardust”. Opening the envelope, you began to read:

Y/N,

For far too long I have kept you in the dark and for that I will always be in your debt. Please accept these as tokens of my sincerest apologies. I hope at least one of these will help light your way. I understand if you’re conflicted but I have hope that one day you will be able to continue your training. Your fathers only wish in life was to see you follow his footsteps. Maybe we can fix that now.

All My Love,

Leia

Setting the letter to the side, you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand. Picking up the smaller of the two boxes, you opened it to reveal a small jewelry box. Lifting the lid, you gasped allowed. Nestled on a small black pillow was a beautifully woven silver chain. Placed ever so delicately in the middle of the pillow was a pendant. Pulling the chain from the box, you let it dangle in front of you in the soft light.

You never thought you would see this necklace again. Your father had given it to you when you left the Jedi temple to be with your aunt Leia all those years ago. When the temple fell and Kylo Ren rose to power, your necklace went missing in the night. That was almost 8 years ago now. Yet, here it was right in your hands like it was never gone. You ran the compass shaped pendant through your fingers, letting the wave of sadness and nostalgia run over you. On one side, a golden crescent moon surrounded by three silver stars embellished the surface. Turning it over, there was an engraving: Stardust.

You gingerly pulled the chain around your neck and adjusted it to size. That’s why you had always loved this necklace.

“It will grow with you, Stardust.”

Sniffling, you took a look at the other package. Thinking back to the note, you already knew what it was. How Leia had found it, you would never know but would be forever grateful. This box was longer, over a foot in length. The box was made of a soft wood that smelled faintly of burned embers. It had no exterior markings and no obvious way of exposing its contents. Slowly, you lowered the box to the floor. Taking a seat in front of it, closed your eyes. Reaching out with your mind, you felt it: The Force.

“The Force is all around you, Y/N. Reach out with your feelings and let it flow through you.”

“Okay, dad.”

“Ahem.”

“I mean: Yes, Master.”

The box gave no notice it had even opened. If some random onlooker happened to be watching, they would be none the wiser. You knew, however, the moment it happened. Lifting the lid, your breath caught in your throat. The inside of the box was lined with a soft, deep blue velvet pillow the color of the night sky. On top of the pillow, an emblem was stitched into the fabric. A shooting star wrapped in what looked like wings. Atop this pillow was a smooth cylindrical object, covered in beautiful ancient markings. It had a slightly curved handle for better grip for your smaller hands. You always favored nature and practicality over dominance and your build had reflected that.

“You must gather your crystals quickly, younglings. The cave is only open for so long. We don’t want any of you getting stuck in here.” You could hear his soft chuckle even now.

Picking up the silver object, you ignited the switch. Your room began to buzz with the soft whir of noise from the object in your hand. Ethereal, green light radiated from the source. You disengaged the ignitor, taking the smooth metal in both hands. How could it have survived? You looked everywhere after the temple was burned and never found it. Had Leia had it all this time and was just waiting for the right time to return it? Who had taken your lightsaber?

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by the sound of frantic beeping coming from the hallway. Quickly, you slid the blade back into the box. Tucking it away under your bunk, you scrambled to the door and hit the lock. The door opened with a soft shlick and you stepped into the hallway. Another round of agitated beeps could be heard coming down the hall followed by what sounded like combat boots. Coming around the corner was a small round droid, a BB Unit by the looks of him.

“BeeBee-Ate, I’m sorry! Buddy, our room’s not even this way, where are you going?” a male voice called after the little droid.

“What do you mean you're telling Leia?! It’s the middle of the night, pal. She’s most likely asleep.”

Leaning against the door to your quarters, you began to understand the little guy. He was angry because someone named Poe left him alone with the ship. AGAIN. And got captured and made him worry. AGAIN. You gave a slight chuckle as the little guy rolled by, angry beeps the whole way. Punching your code back into your door panel, you were just about to step back in when a voice called out to you. Stepping back into the hallway, you were greeted by a Resistance pilot. He was still wearing his bright orange flight suit. His thick, curly hair stuck up in odd directions from his helmet. He gave you a soft smile and waved.

“I’m sorry for all the noise, it's been a weird day.” The pilot smiled at you apologetically. “I hope my friend didn’t wake you.”

“No, I was awake.” You smiled back, taking a step out of your room and into the hallway. “Just checking to make sure everything was alright. The General, however, won't be too happy about being disturbed.” You nodded toward the little droid, now rolling his body into your aunts' door at full force.

“Gods, BB-Ate! It’s not that serious! I -” the pilots voice stopped in his throat as the shlick of the door BB-8 was throwing himself into slid open. The little droid went flying full force into the now open quarters of General Organa. You heard a loud clang followed by a series of confused beeps and whistles from the little droid.

“Dameron, you nerf herder! Get your droid out of my room right now or so help me not even the Force will be able to save you!” the General stepped out of her quarters and into the hallway, glairing toward the man to your right. You had to cover your face to hide the smile that was creeping onto it.

“General, I am so sorry.” a deep blush began to creep up the man's neck and onto his face. “I tried to get him to calm down but he just wouldn’t! He insisted - “

“I don’t care, Dameron. Get him out of here NOW. You’re obviously alright so whatever it is can wait until morning.” Leia said, placing one hand on her hip. You hadn’t seen Leia this irritated since you were a child. You were glad that look was fixed on someone else for once.

“Yes, ma’am.” The pilot said, lowering his eyes. “C’mon BB-8. It’s time for bed.” The little droid gave what you interpreted to be a light grumble but complied, rolling out to meet his master. Turning on his heal, the pilot gave you a light nod and started off in the direction he came from.

“Y/N! Ben! Get in here.”

“I told you not to take her lightsaber!” You whispered to your cousin, jabbing him in the ribs.

“She’s my mom. I can take whatever I want from her.” Ben smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, Bantha-breath! I’m gonna tell her you said that!” You skipped off toward your aunt's voice, Ben chasing close behind you.

“Y/N, you okay?” A hand touched your arm, bringing you back to reality.

“Yeah, Aunt Leia, sorry. I think I’m just tired.” You yawned, covering your mouth lightly. “Hey, who was that guy?”

“Oh, that’s Poe. Poe Dameron. He’s a pilot, leader of Black Squadron.” Leia said, exasperation in her voice.

“Like, THE Poe Dameron? Wow.” You laughed lightly, shaking your head.

“He’s a good guy, just has his head in his cockpit most of the time instead of down on solid ground.” Leia said, shaking her head with a smile.

“No, it’s not that. I just thought he’d be taller.” You both smiled, enjoying the joke between the two of you.

“Well, between you and me, he really is the best pilot I’ve ever seen.” your aunt gave you a little wink before turning to go back into her own room.

“Even better than...” but you stopped yourself, letting the thought trail on.

“Almost. Maybe.” you could hear the smile in her answer as the door to her room shut behind her.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron x skywalker #star wars #reader insert #star wars fanfiction #fanfic

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onceuponaloonatic · 3 years

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i once again am so sorry for my lack of time management :( i know this doesn’t really make up for it and that you are all probably annoyed with me but here’s a snippet from a different draft of mine (it’s still samo though lol)

warnings: nsfw language/references, bad writing from 2017

“Momoring?” Momo woke up to her favorite sight, Sana on top of her with a slight smirk and messy hair. “Good morning babe.” Momo smiled at her lover and pulled Sana in for a kiss.

“Good morning Satang,” Momo whispered against Sana’s lips.

“Your morning breath is terrible,” Sana whined, not making any effort to move off of Momo. Momo grinned and wrapped her arms around Sana’s waist.

“I could say the same to you,” Momo smirked. “I love you baby.” “I love you too honey,” Sana gave Momo another peck. “I made you breakfast.” “Marry me.” “We’re already married idiot,” Sana rolled her eyes. “Speaking of our marriage…” “Happy anniversary babe,” Momo giggled.

“You remembered?” Sana asked with a huge grin.

“Of course love. We got married three weeks before Christmas it’s hard to forget it,” Momo laughed.

“I can’t believe I’ve been married to you for seven years,” Sana rolled her eyes.

“I love you Sana-chan.” “I love you too Momoring,” Sana sighed, peppering kisses to Momo’s face. She mapped out her slightly older lover’s face for the nth time, ending her journey with a long passionate kiss to Momo’s lips. They would have continued, if it wasn't for Momo’s loud stomach.

They both giggled and Sana climbed off of Momo and they both rolled out of bed. Momo hugged Sana from behind as they walked to the kitchen, the familiar smell of chocolate pancakes and bacon drifting through the room.

“Your too good for me,” Momo giggled as Sana handed her a plate.

“Maybe I am,” Sana laughed. “Or maybe your too good for me.” Sana pecked Momo’s cheek.

“So what’s the plan for today?” Momo asked as she took a seat at their two person table. Sana grinned and got her own plate, sitting across from Momo with a knowing smirk gracing her lips.

“Well, I think after work we should get jokbal then come home and have a little, fun,” Sana winked. “Sound good?” “Sounds perfect,” Momo smiled. “I thought you said you were tired of jokbal?” “But I’m never tired of seeing how happy it makes you,” Sana took a bite of her pancake.

“Flirt,” Momo rolled her eyes. “I love you.” “I love you too honey,” Sana giggled. “Anyway, look Dahyunie sent me another picture of Saki! Isn’t she cute?” Sana dug her phone out of her pocket and shoved her phone into Momo’s face. Momo looked over the image of her youngest niece. The three year old was wearing a white dress and holding a pink flower towards the camera with a gummy grin on her pale face.

“She’s adorable,” Momo smiled.

“Yeah she is, we should go over there again soon," Sana giggled.

“They live across the street honey,” Momo laughed. “You could go over there right now.” “Yeah but Mina isn’t the best person to be around in the morning,” Sana sighed. Momo took her last bite of pancake and turned to the bacon, her favorite part of the meal. She nibbled on a piece and looked towards her wife, who was scrolling through photos on her phone.

"Hey babe?” “Hm?” “Should we…” Sana trailed off. “Should we try again?” “Do you think your ready for that Sana?” Momo put the bacon down, suddenly not feeling very hungry anymore. This topic always made her loose her appetite.

A heavy atmosphere replaced the previously happy one and Sana looked up at Momo with teary eyes.

“I don’t know…” Sana sighed. “I just want to be mom. Like really bad.” “I know you do baby,” Momo sighed and stood up from her seat. She walked over to Sana’s side and sat on her lover’s lap.

“I’m just scared.” Sana whispered, her eyes focusing on the tiny ball of cat fur in the corner of the dining room. “I’m scared we’ll loose our baby again.”

“Hey look at me,” Momo forced her lover to look at her. “I love you, and I understand if you don’t want to try again, but I think Hime would love a younger brother or sister. Okay that came out wrong, I mean she would probably love to see us happy with her younger brother or sister.” “But I don’t think I can handle another pregnancy, even if you were the one to do it this time, I would just feel so anxious all the time. I couldn't handle waiting nine months.” Sana sighed. “We could adopt a child babe,” Momo offered. “We don't have to have a biological child.”

“I’ll think about it,” Sana sighed. “Anyway, enough depressing stuff on our anniversary!” Sana forced a grin on her face. “I got you a gift!” “How coincidental, I got you one too,” Momo smiled.

“Off so I can go get it,” Sana patted Momo’s thigh and Momo complied and slid off Sana’s lap, Sana getting up and leaving the room. Momo looked around the kitchen and found the empty water bowl in the corner.

“Libra, you can come out now,” Momo laughed as their black cat lifted her head up and jumped down from her spot on top of the window sill. The cat smiled and came over to Momo, affectionately rubbing her face on Momo’s leg. "Morning sweetie.” Momo smiled at the cat before refilling her food bowl.

“Momoring!” Sana ran back into the room with a huge grin. “Liblib!” Sana screamed out out in broken english, picking up the cat from behind. “Morning baby.” The cat struggled until Sana put her down, the cat immediately returning to her food bowl. Momo rolled her eyes and pulled her wife to the living room, sitting on the couch with Sana between her legs. “Here’s your gift babe.” Sana handed Momo a medium sized pink gift wrapped box that was previously on the living room table. Momo unwrapped the present while it still sat in Sana's lap. She giggled a bit when she opened the box to reveal silky pink lingerie.

“I should have expected this from you.”

“You should try it on,” Sana smirked. “Maybe give me a little show?”

“Tonight yes?” Momo smirked back. “I have two back to back classes to teach today.” “Ugh fine,” Sana sighed. “But you better wear them tonight, I spent too much time and money for you to not wear them.” “Sana your like the richest woman in South Korea,” Momo laughed. “That just shows how much your underwear cost baby girl,” Sana purred. “I had to go to that really fancy shop in Gangnam to get it.” Sana turned in Momo’s embrace so their chests were resting atop each other.

“Sana… Not now okay?” Momo whined as she felt Sana grind on her lightly.

“Okay okay,” Sana sighed, her hand running up the length of Momo’s thigh. “If you say so princess.”

“Sana,” Momo whined again. “I need to get dressed." “Fine,” Sana let out a dramatic sigh and got off of Momo. "Can I have my gift now?” “Let’s just say it’s an after dinner gift okay?” “Can I have a hint?” "I have a feeling your really going to like it,” Momo smirked. “Be back okay?” Momo pecked Sana’s lips and took the gift box from her lap. Sana watched Momo as she left, specifically her ass. Dozens of dirty thoughts came to her mind and she couldn’t wait to live out every single one.

#twice #drafts #samo #minatozaki sana #hirai momo

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againjack · 6 years

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Weekend of Star Wars

Friday night the plan was for Colby to show up in time for us to light Chanukah and Shabbos candles, then go to a leisurely dinner, and finally the 10:30pm showing of Star Wars. I didn’t hear from him until 7:30pm that he had just gotten home and still planned to do a project. Thus, I gave up and lit candles myself. :P Around 8:20 he said he gave up on the project and was heading my way.

Luckily I had picked restaurant options near the theater, and he picked the one in the same shopping center. We got to the restaurant around 9:45. Needless to say I was panicking about timing. Luckily, we had reserved, specific seats. That and we were eating Mexican which tends to be fast. I was not impressed with the quality of food, although the swiftness and level of service was good.

We enjoyed the movie and went to bed shortly after getting home, because it was LATE. The next morning I was up early for a hair appointment. While at the appointment when he got up he started poking at my network. I thought it was sweet he was tackling things around the house.

Shortly after I got back - earlier than expected - he left to tackle stuff at his place. I forget what I did the next few hours, but I eventually went to his place early. He was wrapping Chanukah gifts when I arrived, so he just shouted at me to not come into the guest room where he was. I shrugged and turned on the PS4. :P I played for a few hours while he ran errands and tackled other things.

I stopped playing with just enough time to get ready for his company holiday party. Before we left he asked me to open one of his gifts to me, it was a lovely blown glass pendant and earring set. The party was nice. His company is small, so there were maybe 10-15 of us at the owners house, drinking amazing wine and eating fabulous food. They were all great folk so I had fun chatting with many of them. I know Colby appreciated that I was able to hold my own, rather than stick by his side the entire time. I got especially friendly with one of his (female) coworkers and the owners wife. Shortly before we left the owner’s wife joked that she wanted a wedding invitation and she gushed when I asked if a bag of leftovers was “ours.” lol

Sunday morning we went separate ways - he to his synagogue, I to mine. After our things we met up at his parent’s home for family Chanukah brunch. After eating we all exchanged gifts. Everyone loved what I got them. I received some very sweet gifts. Colby gave me a calendar just like he gave everyone else. After the gift exchange several went to take care of their dogs or other stuff, to meet up with everyone later. One of Colby’s brothers staid and while Colby did something with his folks computer, the brother and I helped their mom clean up and socialized a bit.

During the gift exchange, someone made a comment, that I responded immediately with, “I’ve got the patience of a saint.” Without missing a beat, Colby quipped, “That’s good because anyone that marries into this family needs a lot of patience.” It was clear he had no idea what he just said. In the next few moments I had made eye contact with the three brothers and SIL, all of us in the same shock and realizing that Colby totally gave himself away. No one said anything about it, and the conversation moved on to the next person opening a gift. (We went around the circle, opening one gift per person each round.)

Finally, the three of us left - as Colby’s mom and dad weren’t joining us - to go to the theater. The Futures group rented out a whole theater to show Star Wars, and all of Colby’s brothers, their better halves, and his niece, went. On the way to the theater, since it was just Colby and I, I asked about his “married into the family” comment. He said he was just saying things and thinking about his SIL, to not take it in any seriousness or to mean anything. That really stung. Especially since I had thought he would propose that afternoon and hadn’t. I was so sure I had excitedly told a few other people I was expecting it. I was honestly tearing up, although not enough that I think he would have noticed, especially since I was looking out the window away from him and got really quiet.

After the movie everyone went separate ways. Back at his place he started to do various things, so I read. He then decided for us to light Chanukah candles again (like we did together the night prior) and open our private gifts to each other. I didn’t have any hopes at this point. He loved the things I gave him. He got me an interesting art piece and some amazing ruby earrings.

Like seriously. Opening the box to see the earrings (it was obviously jewelry, though I wasn’t sure what) that I paused with an intake of breath, stunned, when I saw them. I softly said, “Oh Colby. These are gorgeous!” We discussed what they were, where he got them, and he proudly told me the steal he got them for (ballpark.) It meant a lot to me that he paid attention to things I’ve said over the past several months to get something that means so much to me. (Although, he still isn’t out of the dog house for back tracking on the “married into” comment.)

He then putzed more, and I ended up falling asleep in the chair in his computer room while he did HOA things. He woke me up and told me to go to bed- it was 1am. I didn’t sleep well after going to bed, partially because I was so tired I didn’t think I need my normal advil pm. WRONG. I woke when he came to bed, had trouble falling back asleep, then gave up at 6am. After putzing on my phone I gave up and showered, before his alarm even went off. I decided to just leave, I noticed he had gotten up after a few alarms while I was eating breakfast. I did make him some coffee before leaving so at least I wasn’t leaving without saying goodbye in some fashion.

I sent him an email later on Monday, because I had found a great article that mentioned a few things that we needed to discuss, and told him how we needed to chat seriously about goals, timelines, and expectations. I emphasized it as on me not that I was mad at him or that he did anything wrong. I misread the situation and his intent. He ended up calling me on his way into work, before I even sent the aforementioned email, under the guise of thanking me for the coffee. We talked about some casual things and when I had to do a work thing hung up.

I spoke later on Monday with my friend E briefly. He gave me some advice before he had to go. That night my good friend M called me. She and I had been texting most of the weekend, as she knew my expectations. She was the one that said she thought Colby was backtracking fast after realizing what he said in front of his whole family. And then when I left without saying goodbye, that he realized he had fucked up. E called me back on Tuesday and we chatted more. He asked several interesting questions, to which I felt I had poor answers to, but he seems to think that Colby is ready to propose and just doesn’t have the timing right for whatever reason. That helped me a bit, hearing it from a recently married, Jewish guy (thus he would better understand Colby than my WASP female friend who has been married over a decade.)

Tuesday my mom arrived from out of town and immediately found one of her dogs was not well. I panicked and reached out to Colby about vets and stuff. We Gchatted a bit Wednesday, he responded to some of the emails I had sent earlier on the week on Thursday (not the “wtf” email from Monday morning.) Today (Friday) he called me on his way into work, where we planned the logistics for the next few days.

I frankly don’t know what is what at this point. I’m over my disappointment at his not proposing. I’m not comfortable with this limbo and am not looking forward to the discussion - if we even have it - because of his track record for not clearly answering or saying things. Yet, we are a team, he asks me for thoughts on redoing his flooring and getting a new dog; he helps me out with things around my house and has been great support regarding putting down mom’s dog.

I’ve gotten to a point of apathy regarding our relationship. It beats being single, even if there is STILL no sex. It clearly doesn’t meet (several) of my needs. But, it does meet some that are kind of important - like having that close bond that is more than friendship and someone I can reach out to in need, that I feel I CAN reach out to.

I recognized that this apathy is feeling comfortable with the relationship. It’s sort of a dangerous spot, because I feel comfortable to think it isn’t relationship based then focus only on the things not being met which then in turn implode it. I’ve seen this pattern in me more times than I care to count. At least by recognizing it, it shows some growth and maybe I can short circuit my tendency to run away looking for greener grass. Let’s face it, I’m not perfect, no one is. And I still hold that no one person can meet all of one other persons needs.

To end on a positive note, today on our phone call, he mentioned trying to add me to the game night friends group chat. Apparently they all have iphones and have been using a feature that is a group chat through Apple that can’t include Android folk as texts. Colby said he would redo the chat from scratch to get it to be text based rather than chat room based so I could be included. He said it was much easier than relaying information. :P I am faintly amused that it isn’t too long after my bitching about something that it comes to fruition.

The next several days will be a blur, so there will be another long catch up post of three days (or more) of craziness much after the fact.

#dating Colby

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