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[honeyliphoe]

—𝑨𝒏 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝑬𝒙𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑱𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝑾𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓—

summary : you sell your virginity to John Wick.

warnings : smut, nsfw. consensual sex. oral sex. x f! reader. 5.5k.

notes : hope ya like it! I’m hoping to actually maybe make a part two. I think it would be nice to explore how this turns out for them. please leave feedback! I’m a little nervous about this one, feedback would be so so appreciated. enjoy! xx

Czytaj dalej

[honeyliphoe]

Smoldering

Kylo Ren x reader

Warnings: fluff, mention of blood, implications of sex

A/N: I’ve been a Kylo stan for so long and I’m just now writing for him? I’m shocked. And it’s not even smut, just wholesome.

Requested by: @shygirl268, I hope you love it 🥰

Gif credit: @kylorensbitchh

The day was long for Kylo. So exhaustingly long. He overlooked a day of bootcamp training for new first order recruits. This required not only supervision of their activities, but intense participation for some cadets at the top of their class. This exhaustion would normally result in a rage and something resembling a silent treatment toward you, regardless of your lack of involvement.

During your deep slumber in the deafening quiet of his quarters is when he caught you. His heart seemed to routinely skip a beat every time you came into his sight. The helmet hissed and lifted from his head, revealing matted and sweaty locks. Black strands fell over his glistening skin, some even brushed against a shallow gash across his cheek bone. The blood even more radiant in the sharp angle of the light above him.

You were sleeping soundly, under the secure protection of his jet black, heavily worn cape. You’d seen that he’d left it strewn across the mattress before departing for the day. The comforting aroma of the sweet leather and smoldering fire wrapped you tight within its grasp. No being or force could harm you in the hold of his cloak.

He studied you as he towered over his bed. His eyes travelled down your height. Kylo admired the curve of your body that was visible through the creases of his cape. His lips curled into a barely noticeable smirk.

You used him to protect you even in his absence. Kylo liked the mere thought of that. Even in a symbolic way, he caged you in safety.

Delicacy and gentleness were never words one would use to describe such a man. But stars, every touch against your skin was silk. Every word was warmth to your soul.

“Beautiful” he mumbled softly.

He was careful not to wake you as he sat next to you on the bed. Your body shifted in its rest. A glimpse of your exposed thigh caught his eye, and his jaw clenched at the pure desire that grew within him. It was discovered then that his cloak was the only thing separating your naked body from his grasp.

But he wanted only to allow the innocence of your resting soul to keep him company now. To watch your eyelids flutter at the dreams frolicking through your mind.

A small, sleepy sound escaped your mouth.

Kylo was amused, and smirked once more.

“My beautiful girl” he whispered admirably again, brushing his gloved finger across your cheek bone.

Your eyes trembled open, immediately locking into his gaze above you.

“Kylo” you moaned sleepily. That familiar smirk that very seldom made an appearance still painted on his face. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and his face fell flat in its usual form.

“I came to check on you”

You leaned up onto your elbow to get closer to him.

“I bathed and fell asleep very shortly after” you smiled at him. “I missed your smell, I hope you don’t mind I used this to put me at ease for a bit” you say, pulling at the integral part of his suit that you used to keep you warm.

“Not at all” he tried to pull the cloak back onto you from where it had fell to cover your bare skin.

“Don’t.” You stopped him. You felt the chilled air brush against your thigh and breast. You desperately wanted him to remove your covering. “Stay. Please” you begged. You needed him in more ways than just his sole presence.

Another clenched jaw and intense restraint encouraged Kylo to reject your offer. His palm rested in the curve of your waist. He tightened his grasp around you, and made you jolt at the pressure. It was near impossible for him to resist you when you pleaded for him.

“I have to get back. I’ll return later” he said plainly. His grip released from your skin. “Stay like this. I want you just like this when I come back”

You smiled and nodded.

Unexpectedly, Kylo leaned down to you, hooking your chin with his finger, and pulled you into a delicate kiss. His lips were warm against you but he somehow felt so cold. You embraced his aura and took in the smell that his cape could only imitate. Stars, you never wanted it to end.

And just like that, he rose to his feet, and left you alone again to patiently await his return.

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I A M S C R E A M I N G

My Purpose

Din Djarin/Mando x Reader

Summary: You're captured by the Empire, held for questioning concerning the location of the child. Under Moff Gideon's supervision, you endure harsh punishment. You knew that Din would never leave you behind. The moment you heard blasters firing rapidly outside your holding cell, you knew he'd come back for you.

Warnings: violence, mild torture to reader (no SA), mention of blood, death, reader being "helpless", helmetless Din, fluff

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: I mean, don't we all fantasize about being rescued by a bounty hunter as a helpless damsel in distress? Just me? well, enjoy anyways. This honestly reads like a Mandalorian episode. @ jon favreau, hire me pls. reader is referred to as “her” once or twice but otherwise can be read as gender neutral.

gif credit: @isetthetone

"I won't talk" You spat at the men towering over you. You were firm, and steady in your composure. More troopers, higher ranking than the predecessors, continued in the attempt to break you. The Empire wanted the child, and you'd never let them get close. The vents blasted near frozen air onto your shoulders from above, insulated in your holding cell that was encased with metal and designed for discomfort.

Without another helpless word, and the press of a little red button, bolts of electricity coursed throughout your already exhausted body, delivered by the small device forcibly wrapped around your head. The pain was excruciating, but you were beginning to feel numb with every passing second. This was the 5th...no, 6th time...so far, that this pain has been inflicted on you. It benefitted neither party in the room. You offered no evidence of weakness aside from your obvious pain. They had to know that you weren't any close to revealing any useful information.

"If you won't talk, Moff Gideon will be taking matters into his own hands. Give us the location of the kid, or suffer the consequences" Their voices were muffled in a similar way that Din's helmet muffled his voice. It reminded you of him in an oddly comforting way. You missed him terribly already. Without even seeing the true look in Din's eyes when they captured you only seconds before you were able to make it to the Razor Crest, you knew his heart made the most difficult decision he's ever had to make. You knew it was you or the child, and neither of us would ever let them get their hands on him.

Although you kept your composure in the presence of your captors, you were scared. Petrified, even. Din swore to himself many months ago to protect you in exchange for you assisting him in raising the child. You knew little of childcare, but Din knew you could both figure it out together. After all, you did owe him big time for saving your life when you first met. And here we were, right back where it all started...you needed to be saved again. You hoped he'd gotten the child miles away from here by now. You'd lost track of time but it felt like hours, maybe even half a day at this point.

Your silence was the only response to the further questions.

"Suit yourself" One of the troopers scoffed, and swiftly exited with his partner. The door slid open and closed just barely long enough for them to leave. You were then trapped, cold, and alone again. As much as you wanted to be relieved from your situation, you cared significantly more for the safety of the child and your armored protector.

The minutes dragged and your chest felt heavy as the panic began to sink in. This was it for you. No way they’d let you leave after being of no use to them. Your death was inevitable, and your racing thoughts began to slow as you came to peace with that.

You heard the faint hissing of a door on the other side of your cell, signifying someone's entry. Then suddenly, your cell door slid open, revealing a towering figure. Although you'd never seen the late Darth Vader, the way you imagined him was reflected in this man.

The jet-black shine of his armor was enough to startle you in his presence. But his expression...the menacing grin framed the picture of a despicable man.

Your face was blank. Showing any fear was not an option right now. Although, you were subtly trembling in your seat.

"You know that you've made a big mistake, right?" He said, approaching you slowly, using his height to tower over you while you were seated on a steel bench.

Silence.

"Your beloved bounty hunter isn't coming back for you," Moff Gideon said softly, getting uncomfortably close to your face. "Why not just comply with our requests so we can move along with the search? hm?"

"You'll never find them" You hissed at him.

"Oh, actually I will. That you can count on" He laughed. The insulting tone made you sick. "However, if you tell us where they are, your torture will come to an end and we can get this whole thing over with. What do you say?"

"Never."

"Your persistence is admiring, truly it is. But why waste your time? He doesn't care about you. He's a Mandalorian. They only care about their creed. Everything else is just...a commodity."

You shook your head in denial. That wasn't true.

"You're wrong."

His gloved hand firmly grabbed your chin, pulling your face up toward him. You cringed and winced under his touch.

“Where are they?” He persistently shouted in your face. You jolted your head backward in attempt to put distance between the two of you. With your response of more silence, you were met with a sharp and painful blow to the side of your face. You turned to look back at him, trying to collect yourself from the pain. His fist was still tight and ready to throw another punch.

The second punch was worse, it radiated pain through your entire skull and caused your eyes to go blurry for a moment. The cuts already open on your cheek were split open with damage you were taking. You felt the blood begin to drip down your face. Any additional infliction would be hell, but you’d take any pain necessary to keep everything you loved safe.

His other hand brought to your attention a small red button. The same button the stormtroopers used to electrocute you before. You whimpered in anticipation and tears involuntarily formed in your eyes.

A deranged smile spread across his face. Your fear just fueled his power. And just before he could inflict any additional pain on you, he seemed to have received transmission into his ear.

His brows furrowed. His eyes then locked with yours.

"Repeat, commander" a look of concern was on his face. Disbelief, even.

"Don't let him step foot on my ship" Moff Gideon seethed.

Although you were uninformed to the other side of the conversation, there was no question. You grinned ear to ear. He came back for you. Of course he did.

"Well, change of plans. The Mandalorian dies today" Moff Gideon snickered.

"We'll see about that" You whispered.

The ship shook and vibrated under your feet. As if a ship had docked...or crashed, maybe. Moff Gideon snapped his attention behind him, as if he could see what was happening through the secured doors.

Another transmission came through, one you still weren't able to hear.

"If he doesn't have the child, then he's no use to me. Kill him."

Your heart sank at the mere thought of losing him. But it wouldn't happen. Gideon's troopers were no match.

Moff Gideon kept his close watch over you while he hid like a coward in your cell with you. His hand rested atop his blaster in preparation for what he knew was to come. The cruiser you were aboard had a crew of probably 50 people. If they all served to be as awful at combat as other troopers that you’d seen Din take down, you’d be rescued in no time.

You watched Gideon’s body language grow more and more nervous and fidgety as the commotion grew on the other side of the door. Blasters and the sharp clinking of metal filled the narrow space of the ships walls. That muffled sound was moving closer. As the situation became less favorable for Gideon, it became more favorable for you. That fact alone put a smile on your face.

Then suddenly…three loud bangs penetrated the walls. It sounded as though someone was trying to break through the first door. But that wasn’t regular armor hitting the metal…it was beskar. Gideon trembled. He jolted when the banging arrived at your cell door. He was displeased to hear you laugh at his reaction, which fueled his anger.

He yanked your arm and threw you in front of him as a human shield, pulling his arm around your chest and igniting the dark saber, holding it only centimeters from your throat. The blade vibrated loudly, threatening to take your life in one motion. What a fucking coward. Can’t even fight without using you as bait.

It took less time for Din to break through the second door. Within seconds, the door snapped and broke open, revealing your protector wrapped in his armor as usual. What was unusual, though, was the splattered blood across his chest plate. You couldn’t even imagine what he’d just been through to get to you.

“Step another foot closer and she dies” Moff Gideon insisted.

“Let her go” his soothing voice broke through his helmet, calming your nerves, even with death being only a movement away. “You’re outnumbered, Moff Gideon”

“I would disagree. It seems it’s one on one”

He pulled the saber closer to your neck. You whimpered and squinted your eyes shut. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you opened them back up. You see Din’s fist in a ball, revealing his frustration and anger.

“Based on your fighting skills I’d say it’s more like two on one, wouldn’t you think?” Din snapped back at him.

“Alright. Let’s fight then, Mandalorian” Gideon said with a smirk on his face. He threw you down carelessly back onto the bench. You cried out in pain as your face hit in the cold seat.

Both men circled one another with their weapon of choice in the ready position. The saber was still ignited, and Din had his staff of beskar. No lightsaber could ever cut through beskar, not even the dark saber. Din swung first, striking Gideon’s side armor. He retaliated, only to be met with the staff that rejected the saber’s power.

There were flashes of blinding light back and forth, both men having a fair chance against the other. You watched in terrifying anticipation, fearful of Din’s safety. You believed in him, but to watch him fight scared you. After a few minutes, Din finally had Gideon pinned against the floor, with the beskar staff pointed right below his chin. The saber was thrown from his hands, and out of his reach.

This was it, you thought. We are getting out of here.

But not yet. Gideon made a move so swiftly you couldn’t even comprehend what had happened. The staff was knocked from Din’s grip, and he was thrown backward onto the floor. Gideon somehow maneuvered himself on top of him now, with the staff in his control.

No. Please no.

He could’ve killed him in one motion, but instead, Gideon pushed the staff under the grip of Din’s helmet and forcefully pulled it from his head, slicing his chin in the process. You gasped and looked away, to be respectful of his creed. You’d never seen him without his helmet. All you caught glimpse of was the deep brown color of his hair.

You only listened now, as you were unable to watch how this would end.

“You have nothing now” Gideon started, breathing heavy through his words. “Your creed has been broken. You have no purpose” he laughed, pleased with himself for to bring shame to his opponent. "Give it up, Din Djarin."

A familiar voice broke the air that you’d ever only heard through the distortion of a helmet. You gasped softly.

“She is my purpose. The child is my purpose. I won’t let you take that away from me” Din said. It sounded like the voice was directed toward you rather than Gideon based on your positioning. You melted at his words.

Not another word was spoken before the clanging of metal filled the room again, you couldn’t tell what was happening, which made you all the more terrified. Gideon groaned in pain, it sounded as if he was on the ground now.

“You’ll never take the child. And you’ll never see the light of day again. All because you took my girl” Din breathed deep through his words.

You heard the dark saber ignite again.

The vibration from the saber indicated a swift movement.

A loud thud against the ground.

Silence.

You trembled with your arms covering your head in a fetal position on the bench. You knew it had to be Din who was still standing, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move.

“Y/N” his warm voice graced your ears only inches from behind you. You audibly sobbed. Knowing immediately you were safe. He was still helmet-less, you could tell. You turned over to face him, but kept your eyes closed so you wouldn’t see him.

The electrocution device wrapped around your head was removed gently. You'd somehow forgotten it was even there. His hands then wrapped around yours as you moved to sit in an upright position.

“Look at me” he pleased softly

“But your hel-” you started

“Look at me” he insisted, squeezing your hands gently.

Your eyelids folded open slowly. You weren’t afraid, but you were hesitant. He was crouched in front of you. What you saw as your gaze met his, took your breath away. His eyes were brown, a match to his hair you caught glimpse of before. It was Din. You were finally seeing the man you loved for what he really looked like. He was so beautiful. All the words you wanted to say failed to leave your mouth as you scanned his face over and over again. His expression was riddled with worry and concern.

“Did he do this to you?” He referred to the gash above your cheek, and the other visible bruising down your body. You were suddenly aware of how deeply he cared for you.

On the verge of tears and still remaining speechless, you nodded your head. “I’m okay”

“He’ll never take you from me or lay a hand on you again” your eyes travelled over to Gideon’s lifeless body on the floor. Din gently pulled your face back to look at him so you wouldn’t be more traumatized than you already were.

“I’m here” he reassured you. A smile formed on his lips. Maker…that smile. You were seeing him smile for the first time. Sweat and patches of blood scattered Din's face. You couldn't imagine the hell he went through to get to you.

“But Din, your helmet” you remained confused. You knew that meeting other Mandalorian recently may have changed his outlook but you never thought he’d break the creed intentionally. He could’ve put it back on. But he didn’t.

“It’s okay... I wanted to see you with my own eyes. You are my purpose now, y/n”

He said it again. The same sentiment that surprised you before. Your heart was so full in that moment.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner" He remorsefully spoke. "Its my job to protect you, and I almost failed you. It'll never happen again"

You shake your head. He didn't need to apologize. He was here now and that's all that mattered.

“I’ve never been happier to see someone’s face in my entire life” you say, continuing to admire his features. You bring your hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes gently as a result of your caress. Your skin against his was so mesmerizing...so new to you...so new to him. You halted your gaze this time at his lips and then looked back to his eyes. He was looking at your lips too.

Neither of you had to say another word. An unspoken desire between the two of you was about to be fulfilled. His finger guided your chin closer to him.

The silence was so loud. The lack of troopers and personnel on the ship was haunting, yet somehow incredibly peaceful. The beating of your heart was beginning to fill that silence in your ears. It beat rapidly in response to your near death experience in addition to being this close to him. Being completely alone and intimate with him.

You leaned in to him with his guidance. As your lips just barely brushed against his, you took a sharp breath in. The skin on his lips was supple and warm. As you fully pressed your mouth against his, you fell apart into his kiss. Your whole body was encased in warmth and a feeling of security from this closeness with him. His hand rested against the back of your neck and pulled you closer into the kiss, if that was even possible. Even though you were truly alone, this kiss alone made it feel like you and him were the only two people left in the whole galaxy.

You never wanted to pull away from him. You both waited so long for this moment.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that" He whispered, as the kiss finally broke.

"I do, Din. Trust me I do" You giggled. You were captivated by the feeling that this kiss had left with you.

He pulled his head back to take another look at you.

"Let's get you home" He said, before standing to his feet.

Even weak from his battle wounds, he scooped you up into his arms, and carried you back to the Razor Crest.

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If Something Happens to Me

A Poe Dameron x fem!Reader One-Shot

Rated E (Explicit - 18+) for graphic sexual content, friends with benefits except they’re in ✨love✨, and bad language

2,191 words

A/N: This is a commission for the lovely @foxilayde​! Thank you so much for giving me this wonderful idea ☺️ I hope it’s what you were looking for! 💛

It’s easier this way.

You don’t have the time to go out on dates and see the galaxy. And you’re honestly not sure that you’re in the right mindset to do that even if you could. This is perfect exactly the way it is. Poe’s your best friend—he gives you everything that you could ever need emotionally. And he gives you everything you could ever need physically. Everyone on base jokes about the two of you being a couple, and they don’t even know about the benefits that the two of you agreed upon sharing. It’s the next best thing. And it works.

At least, you think it does.

Czytaj dalej

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Missing him extra today

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Ni Cabuor Gar

A/n: This was a request by a Anon. I hope this provided some happiness because it pretty damn fluffy. I had fun writing this and its a great time to say that my requests are open. Shout out to the amazing @paulaweasley8 for the list of Mando’a phrases/expressions. It made a huge difference to have Din speaking in his native lanuage. Enjoy

Masterlist

Translations:

Ni cabuor gar - I will protect you

ner dral verd - my strong warrior

Everything seemed to be spinning when you woke up; you nearly crashed into the wall or a door three times today because of it. It was as if someone decided to shake your head and turn it into a smoothie. Everything was too bright or too loud or too energy-consuming. It didn’t stop you; someone would literally have to tie you down for that to happen. You moved around the ship with more caution. The little one seemed to be completely ignorant of your current ailment, running back and forth, chasing the metal ball, shrieking with joy. He would pop out from behind cans and cases, playing a one-man-hide-and-seek.

You hadn’t bothered taking your temperature with one of the fancy thermometers Din had bought in a frenzy when the Child had the flu: you were sick.

You weren’t one to get sick often. You had a tolerant immune system or something; it probably didn’t hurt that you weren’t usually on a planet long enough to catch any local diseases. But, when you eventually fell ill, it was bad -more than bad. You were nauseous as hot flashes ran through your body like blaster shots, causing you to bend over in pain. You rocked back and forth on your heels, trying to eradicate it. Nothing seemed to help.

You could tell Din.

Who were you kidding? You weren’t about to do that.

You loved Din; there wasn’t any debate there. You thought it was unfair, though, for you to be bothering him for a meager illness. He had walked minutes after almost dying. He wouldn’t laugh at you or make you feel stupid, but it didn’t stop the thoughts from creeping in and pitching their tent at the forefront of your mind. If he could be fine after almost dying multiple times, you would be fine with a simple headache.

You were not fine.

Bending over in the small kitchenette sink -the Refresher didn’t have any non-shower options-, you splashed a handful of water over your face, not caring if it got into your hair or on your clothes. Your hair was already matted down by sweat, and your clothes stuck to your body like a second spin. You raised your head only to lower it quickly. As soon as you had tried to stand straight, the room whirled like a rollercoaster and you felt your stomach leap into your throat.

You turned your head as the faint whisper of your name called your attention to your left.

“Are you okay?” Your Mandalorian boyfriend asked as his helmet shifted side to side; he was analyzing you.

Shit.

You stood up straight, leaning against cabinets, flashing him or one of the three Dins that stood in front of you a quick smile, turning back to sink, collapsing against it, letting the furniture carry your weight as you tried not to hurl.

“That’s a no,” He muttered more to himself as he quickly guided you away from the cabinet to his body.

You nearly moaned when your head hit his cool armor.

No. You had things to do. The child needed dinner. You needed to clean the sheets. You could probably do a load of laundry. When was the last time Din’s clothes were washed? You needed to give the Child his bath; he wouldn’t sleep otherwise.

“I need to-” You started.

“No,” Din was quick to cut you off.

“What do you mean ‘no’? I still need to-”

“I said no. You’re sick. You’re tired. You look like you’re carrying the galaxy on your shoulders. So no. No kriffing way” He explained, running his hands through your hair; you tried not to grimace.

You must look disgusting

“Din,” You sighed, pushing away from him slightly.

You occasionally forgot that Din was a trained bounty hunter. When the days seemed to float by as the Crest bounced from planets, you didn’t see the “killer” side of Din -he had given himself that name much to your horror. You only saw the boyfriend who raised the green wamp-rat as his son, a man who cared more about you than anyone else had. He was the annoying Din who wouldn’t let you get up in the morning, the sweet Din who made you lunch even though he insisted that he couldn’t cook, the father Din who would chastise the little monster when he used to pull your hair -he got better at it. You would only be reminded that you were dating a so-called “dangerous” man when he single-handedly dragged a bounty twice his size and weight behind him. Or, now, when he pulled you into his chest firm -not enough to hurt you- to try to fight the stubbornness in your heart.

“Cyare. Ni cabuor gar. even when you don’t want me to. It is the greatest privilege to be the one person in the galaxy to have that honor, but you need to let me. I want to love you. I need to love you. I love you so that someday I can love myself” He paused, "I thought I was incapable of emotions. Like the armor I wear,” He struck the amour he was wearing harshly “But you came, and the kid came, and suddenly I wasn’t alone. And suddenly I was able to feel emotions again. So let me help you,“

"Okay,” You relented, playing with the edge of your shirt, lowering your head, avoiding his helmet; you hadn’t meant to be stubborn, and you didn’t want to invalidate his feelings.

“Never lower your head to me, ner dral verd, or to anyone. Even when you’re tired. I don’t crave your submission. Only the allowance to help you. And that isn’t something to be ashamed of”

He tilted your head up, meeting your forehead with his. You couldn’t be sure, but you felt him stare at you.  

"I love you, Din.”

The words fell from your parched lips, and, for the first time, something felt good -right.

“Love you too, Mesh'la”

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Our Future {Poe Dameron x F!Reader}

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: fluff, snuggling, language

A/N: I’ve never written for Poe before, but for years I’ve loved him a lot– I figured it was past due! This is just a little slice of fluff, hopefully I can start writing for him more! I hope you enjoy :) (Please note that this fic takes place before the events of TROS)

You finally carry in the last box to the slightly cramped room, placing your hands on your hips and looking around. The space was more than capable of fitting two people comfortably, but with all of your things newly placed in the empty spaces, it seemed awfully crowded.

Poe sneaks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, grinning and pressing a kiss to your neck. You smile and turn in his embrace, facing him in the doorway of your now-shared home.

Czytaj dalej

[honeyliphoe]

i am gonna scream cause y/n talk sounds so much like me wjbfjsjwks

hold my hand | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: I started writing this when I was particularly lonely one night, and upon becoming quite lonely again, I continued.

Rating: M, this is sex

Warning: Much smut!! Reader is a lonely little bean.

Word count: 2,058, apparently!!

Summary: “You hurt. It’s okay. I hurt too. Hold my hand.” - Neil Gaiman, The Sandman: Endless Nights

GIF credit: I have no idea, but it’s not mine!

It was such a stupid idea.

He was going to say no.

Or laugh at you.

No, he was too nice of a man to laugh at you.

Czytaj dalej

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latibule | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: Dear anon, I already did the second prompt with Poe saying it in another drabble, so I changed the wording a little and had reader say it, if that’s alright! Latibule is a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort.

Rating: T

Warning: After effects of torture and mind probing. Mild sexual references. A couple F-words. Sad Poe.

Word count: 847? Which is kind of drabble length?

Prompt: “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.” and “I had a bad dream again.” (as requested by an anon from this list of prompts)

You had gotten so used to being woken up in the middle of the night that you no longer slept deeply like you used to. You slept so lightly, the slightest movement or noise was enough to have you stirring.

But Poe hadn’t had a nightmare in a few days. You spent every night trying to stay awake and, at last, you felt comfortable enough to let yourself really rest.

The sleep coming on felt like it was going to be deeper and you were looking forward to not being tired the entire next day. Oh, yes. No more falling asleep in your cockpit or accidentally putting your lunch in the trash because you’d hallucinated that you already finished eating.

You knew it was a good rest when the noise and shuffling had to drag you awake.

“Not…be intimidated…”

“Sh.” You didn’t realize what was going on in your sleepy haze, wanting to return to a lovely dream that involved Poe, a sunny field, and a lack of clothing.

Wait. Poe.

Poe.

“Poe!” You gasped, sitting up in an instant upon realizing that was his voice and that he was the one causing the bed to shift wildly. “Poe?”

He was writhing on the mattress, eyes shut tightly, his jaw clenched. “Get out of my head.” He nearly whimpered the words.

You should have known it would only be a matter of time. His nightmares weren’t going to go away on their own, and he was too prideful to seek help. Or that’s the way it seemed, but you could tell he just didn’t want to put his problems on anyone else. He was too noble.

Wanting to put them on others or not, you were still there for him; holding him when he needed it, speaking gently when he was too wrapped up in his head to bear another’s touch, pretending it didn’t happen the next morning.

You hated yourself for thinking in the back of your mind that it was getting repetitive, but found solace in the fact that you mostly just worried for him and wanted to help him.

If you could give him peace, you would. All you could give him was temporary comfort.

“Hey, wake up.”

Just your gentle touch to his chest had him waking up in a frenzy, grabbing your wrist in a vice grip and looking at you with terrified eyes.

You refused to show the pain his grip gave you because you knew it was unintentional and he didn’t need to feel guilty right now. “It’s me.” Your free hand came up to gently stroke his forearm. “It’s me.”

“Y/N?” He looked so confused, squinting at you. He yanked his hand away from your wrist like it burned him and stared at it with horror. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean…” He felt guilty anyway.

“I know, it’s okay.” You took hold of his face.

“I had a bad dream again…I didn’t…” His breath was hitching, tears in his eyes, and he was on you in an instant to hide it. His face was pressed to your neck to mask his emotion, arms wrapped around you and fingers gripping your back to feel your presence. “He was in my fucking head…I can’t get him out. He’s always there.”

“Hey, hey, calm down.” You ran your fingers through his hair, fighting off your own tears at his pain. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

His head slid down to your chest and you laid back so he could be comfortable. “I’m always gonna remember how much it hurt. How much he saw. He saw you and if he ever lays a fucking—” His words broke off, his face nuzzling further into your chest.

“Is that what you were dreaming about?”

“Yeah. He was talking about you.” He scoffed. “Said he would give you to General Hux to be trained.”

No wonder his terror came back so intensely. He despised the thought of someone getting hurt that wasn’t him.

“That’s not going to happen.” You looked down to find that his face was no longer hidden and he was gazing at you. “How can I make you happy?”

“Let me blow up the First Order.”

“No.” You smiled at his huff. He was calm and returning to his normal self, but you could help him along. “I could tell you what I was dreaming about.”

“Okay.”

“Okay. Well, I was there and you were there. We were in a big field on some planet.”

“What planet?”

“How should I know? Anyway, we were naked in the field and you can imagine why.”

“—tell me we can—”

“If you can find a secluded enough planet, yes, we can make it a reality.”

“I love you.” There was a deepness to his words that told you he loved you not just for the agreement, but also for being there. For comforting him. For giving him someone when he was sure he didn’t need anyone. “Wanna stay up ‘til they serve breakfast?”

“If you get up when it’s served and bring it to me.”

“Deal.”

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me on the outside- :|

my mind- I LOVE POE DAMERON! POE! POE! I LOVE HIM!!!

he’s so adorable ashdhdjdjd

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Poe Dameron Imagines Masterlist

I haven’t made a masterlist in a while and some people have asked for one!!

Series:

fifty ways to kiss someone (has NSFW chapters)

love (Modern)

the stars were made for falling

tonight (has NSFW chapters)

a friend in me (has NSFW chapters)

the light side | one two three

soft | one two (Modern)

arranged | one two (1800′s AU)

provocative | one two (Professor!Poe)

captain dameron | one two (Pirate!Poe)

a stranger in paradise | one

please never fall in love again | one two (Bartender!Poe)

phobias | snakes heights blood draws claustrophobia the dark/power outages spiders thunderstorms

not while i’m around | one (SVU AU)

you will be found | one (Zombie Apocalypse AU)

what kind of fool am i | one two

forbidden fruit | one two (NSFW) (First Order!Poe)

first series | first commander first time (NSFW) (First Order!Poe)

forgive me, please forgive me | one

out of my dreams (Modern)

the fallen soul | One (Priest!Poe) (Regency Era)

One-Shots:

Smut

hypnagogic: You can’t sleep, so Poe suggests another activity.

Fluff

ineffable: You and your husband, Poe Dameron, are captured and need to escape.

quixotic: Poe is always there for you when you fall which happens often.

dulcet: You don’t want to make friends in the Resistance, but Poe is gonna try anyway.

contentment: The war is over and you and Poe have a daughter who wakes her father up at night because you fell asleep in her bed.

caf: You need caf and Poe took the last of it.

benevolent: You and Poe try to do some things in a closet and are brought in for a talk with Leia.

redamancy: Finn and you apparently love each other. Except you don’t and a certain pilot has a problem with all of this.

Angst

eccedentesiast: Poe is hurt during a mission and just wants to see you smile.

eunoia: Poe imagines you freeing him as he’s being tortured by the First Order.

latibule: You comfort Poe when he has a nightmare about the First Order.

desideratum: You express to Poe how much the war is affecting you mentally.

AU

the wasted years (Modern AU): You go to see the Phantom of the Opera and find yourself relating to the title character.

Poe singing Dean Martin (Modern AU): Poe sings Everybody Loves Somebody and the two of you dance.

gli occhi belli

figure

pour some sugar on (NSFW)

requited (NSFW)

something stupid

characters witness their baby’s first laugh (Modern)

character introduces their baby to their pets (Modern)

bloodlust (Vampire!Poe)

enceinte

alone

romance

dawn

c’est lui pour moi

i’ve got my love to keep me warm (Modern)

insatiable

mistletoe underwear

procrastination

but beautiful

if you are but a dream

you are not alone

i never before loved life so much

the story of a starry night (1950′s AU)

so this is love

hold my hand (NSFW)

the beach

ignorance then bliss (NSFW)

pretty moon

reader meets Poe’s corgi (Modern)

perfection (Modern)

i do, you know

how you might have met Poe (Modern)

forget about the boy

you don’t have to convince me (Regency AU)

sympathy, tenderness

melts in your mouth (NSFW) (Modern)

ghosts would be preferable (College AU)

you can see me? (Ghost!Reader) (Modern)

the sky is blue (Soulmates AU) (Modern)

with only a word (Modern)

and then they are bored of me

mr. pilot

everything else goes away

“Shit, are you crying? I didn’t mean to do it that hard.”

Christmas sweaters

have yourself a merry little Christmas

the arena

rain

try to remember

entitled

some enchanted evening

reunited and it’s kind of awkward

wisdom? (Modern)

breathe, baby (NSFW)

bondage and discipline (NSFW)

yes, general (NSFW)

“How would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?” (First Order!Poe)

they’ll never believe me

when love is all that i recall (NSFW)

sweet mystery of life (NSFW)

“You know, hiding one’s face behind a mask only works for Ren and his Knights.” (First Order!Poe)

“We all have our reasons, love.” (First Order!Poe)

“For a spy in hiding, you’re making a lot more waves than I expected…I like it.” (First Order!Poe)

“Well, we’re both stranded, so you have no choice but to work with me, sweetheart.” (First Order!Poe)

Poe taking you over a small desk (First Order!Poe) (NSFW)

“Sweetheart, panic as much as you like, but you can’t hide what you want from me.” (First Order!Poe)

Poe hates your daughter’s boyfriend of course

Poe singing to his little son (Modern)

till there was you (NSFW)

“I’m sure the Resistance can’t give you what I can give you.” (First Order!Poe)

A, B, C (Modern)

sanisteamy (NSFW-ish)

above ‘em

Poe holding you

a table for two (Modern)

“You can’t just take the X-wing whenever you want, young lady!”

Road trip with Poe and your kids (Modern)

oh

“His finger was right on the trigger, but he wasn’t fast enough.”

“We need to understand that we did love each other, but that wasn’t enough.”

Reader dominating Poe (NSFW)

First Order!Poe taking you against the wall (NSFW)

“If you hurt her…” (First Order!Poe)

“I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.” (Modern)

the drop (Modern)

“I can’t believe we’ll actually be parents in a few days.” (Modern)

“I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen.”

“Well, I’m not in school anymore, but you could teach me too, if you’d like.” (Modern)

“I just want to take my time with you.” (First Order!Poe)

“You’re all I have too, you know.”

that reminds me of you too (Modern)

please say you’ll think of me (Modern)

it was a pretty good bad idea, though (NSFW)

Headcanons:

being married to Poe (Modern)

domestic Poe x Reader (Modern)

Poe teaching reader how to dance (Modern)

deciding with Poe not to have kids and then wanting them later (Modern)

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hypnagogic | Poe Dameron x Female Reader

A/N: Hypnagogic is related to the state immediately before falling asleep? I mean, reader and Poe replaced that with some good, old-fashioned banging BUT STILL

Rating: M.

Warning: Brief mention of alcohol. Long mention of sex. That means this is just smut lmao

Word count: I know drabbles are supposed to be short, but apparently this is 1,729 words I’M SORRY

Prompt: “If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?” (as requested by an anon from this list of prompts)

Tags: @fireboltrose7559 (hope you wanna be tagged lol)

Czytaj dalej

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My FBI agent watching me type ‘Poe Dameron’ for the 2846362639 time today

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Bounty hunters, spice runners, and smugglers....oh my

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How would the boys react to weight gain? I have 3 different sizes of clothes in my wardrobe because i gain and lose like a yo-yo.

How would the boys react if they find you sitting on the floor in a pile of clothing, sad because nothing fits anymore?

Here you go bby! Also some are 18+

Gender Neutral reader

Din Djarin

When Din walks in and sees you crying surrounded by your clothing he's instantly confused? Did they? Hurt you?? Well, technically yes they did hurt your feelings by not fucking fitting how they did a few months ago! Din's going to then start to verbally calm you down reassuring you that its completely normal to fluxuate in weight and that it holds no true merit to your person.

Javier Peña

Oh he's so lost and so uncomfortable. He's not the best with tears to be honest but theres no way he can ignore his honey while they're in obvious distress. He's going to shuffle up to you and ask "what the fuck is going on?" What he can make out from your heavy sobs and hiccups is that those clothes he hasn't seen you wear in months don't fit right now. He's going to calm you down and kind of remind you that yes, you yo-yo but thats okay, and a normal occurrence for you. So if he has no issues with it, should you?

Frankie Morales

Frankie's heart breaks finding you on the ground crying about how nothing fits right. He's instantly gonna sit down in the circle of clothes with you as he quietly begins to fold the clothes that made you so upset. He's just gonna put them away for you, theres no sense in them taking up space in your closet, also if they bring you that much distress Frankie doesn't want them anywhere near you.

Ezra (prospect)

He's honestly going to internally be a bit salty at you. He sympathizes with you for sure but he kind of gets dark in his head? A bit condescending in his mind on how you're upset with your weight while he's missing a whole limb but he will never voice that, knowing it's his own personal issues and insecurities raging in his head. He's definitely going to come off a bit colder than per usual but he will still be comforting, not leaving you alone and helping you put away the clothes that got you so upset.

Max Phillips

Max is honestly so confused and like does not get it at all. He truly doesn't see a difference in how you look but the clothes don't lie. He's instantly brushing off any insecurities as he tries to calm you down. You gained some weight? So what? It's winter anyways everyone puts on a few extra pounds for warmth. He will even hypnotize you into chilling out if you're still very upset.

Pero Tovar 18+

Literally does not get it. Isn't that good that you've put on some weight? You need it when you live out in such conditions and work hard to keep a living. He's also into your softer body A LOT. While you're off being insecure over that lil extra belly pooch Tovar is in the corner trying to contain his massive boner.

Marcus Pike 18+

Marcus is absolutely so sad with you. Not due to the fact of you gaining weight, no he doesn't give a fuck about that (infact he's a sucker for soft curves and rolls) he's hurt just from the fact you think so lowly of yourself. He's instantly going to subtly seduce you after he's calmed you down. Really showing you that just because some old clothes don't fit doesn't mean his cock doesn't fit like a glove still.

Agent Whiskey

He "likes them thicker anyway darlin'" seriously, you have no reason for insecurities with Jack he's like a personal hype man anyway. The moment you look in the mirror before a negative self thought can push its way to the foreground Jack is behind you whistling and groping your ass.

Dave York 18+

This man has no time for your self doubt or insecurities. I say that in the kindess way possible, because while you see your old clothes not fitting you Dave just shrugs and is like...okay? So you fluctuated in weight? Welcome to the club? He's sympathetic in a almost tough love type of way. If you're still hunching in insecurity by the time you two go to bed he's going to have your legs thrown over his shoulder as he drills his cock into you muttering how you are "so fucking perfect".

Marcus Moreno

Oh this man is tired but that doesn't mean he doesnt have time for you. Especially if you are in any type of stress, he's there heart, body, and soul. So imagine his surprise when he has to save you from a number on some articles of clothing. He's going to immediately rationalize that, this is just a number that means literally nothing AND sizing consistency in clothes is not a thing what so ever.

Maxwell Lord

Oh he's so sad that you feel this way. He never minds what ever weight you are at but he also understands the societal pressure people face to be a certain size. He's going to comfort you by holding you close and letting you know you are worth so much more than any silly garment. He's also going to offer to take you shopping, buy you a bunch of new clothes if you want.

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These two >>>>