Poe X Reader - Tumblr Posts

ok i need help i'm looking for a poe dameron x reader fic where reader has an abus*ve partner and poe is like tryna get them out of the situation??? it's either here or on ao3 but i do not remember the title but i wanna read it again pls help!!!

xox i will love you forever

Snack

Poe dameron x reader, fluffy blurb, not edited

haha get it cause he's a snack lmao i'll see myself out thanks

You swatted a pair of wandering hands as you cranked on the engine, crescent wrench crammed between your teeth. Hoping a death glare would make up for your temporary muteness, you scowled at Poe. He pouted, prodding again at your sides.

"'M bithy," you mumbled around a mouthful of metal, "go 'way."

The poor X wing hacked up another billow of black smog, and you wedged yourself back into your tiny workspace. Defeated, Poe grumbled away, stomping across the grassland to his ship.

The two of you had been stranded for about an hour as you hastily attempted to fix the faulty engine in your X-wing. One of the mechs had skipped out on a full run-through before takeoff, and you were pissed. This wasn't a difficult assignment; just drills across the Castor Sea, but you'd done one barrel roll too many and your X-wing started to spiral.

Once the adrenaline was over, you were miserably clanking around under the hood, trying to assess the damage while suffering in the heat.

And defending advances from your adorable but incessant copilot.

Poe was a cutie, but he didn't realize that though the ship was gonna be fine, you weren't in a cuddly mood. He'd been touching and nuzzling the entire time you were working.

After the fifth strike you'd had enough.

"Poe, this wasn't an opportunity for a makeout session. My ship is having an asthma attack, and I need to finish this up so we can leave. We can hang out later, promise." You kissed his cheek as an attempt to placate him, before returning to your grimy task.

He tried to stick his hand back in your vest, and you lightly shoved him off.

"Dameron-"

"But I'm hungry," he protested, tugging at your sleeve. You threw the screwdriver on the ground and faced him. He was in puppy-dog mode now, cow eyes sparkling to their full capacity.

"What? The hell does that have to do with me? If you let me finish, we can go get you dinner, yeah?"

"No," he pouted. "I saw you shove a chocolate ration in your vest this morning."

You blinked. What...oh. "Seriously?"

Poe was playing with your tac vest straps. "Well, I dunno, it's hot and I'm tired 'n I wanted a snack, so-"

You groaned, rubbing your face in your hands. You tried to mask the grin twitching onto your face at his antics. Poe was always snacky, you were surprised he hadn't smuggled a few pieces into his ship for the ride.

Sighing, you made a show of undoing your gloves, tucking them into your belt, wiping the grease from your hands, taking as long as possible while Poe practically hopped with anticipation.

Suddenly, you collided with Poe's chest and your flight vest was gone. He was so hasty that it unzipped your flight suit in the process.

You yelped at the sudden exposure, looking at him with a mix of shock and betrayal. He paid your obvious embarrassment no mind, rifling through the pockets in search of the small square of foil.

"Give me my shirt back, I am literally half naked."

He raised his gaze to you, smirking. "Why would I want to do that?" He dramatically dragged his eyes over you, and your cheeks pinked.

"Just- grab your snack and gimme my vest, I'm almost done-"

Poe hummed thoughtfully, tossed the vest on the ground and made a move for you, nibbling and pecking along your jaw. His stubble was scratchy against your soft shoulders. You bit down a giggle at his feathery kisses, wriggling in his grasp.

"Oh, so it was a ruse then, you conniving little bastard-"

He laughed into your neck, warm breath ticklish under your ear. You took the distraction and stumbled backwards a few steps. Poe frowned, grabbing at your waist and pulling you back for another kiss.

"No, but the chocolate melted and you'll be an adequate replacement," he mumbled, lips roving over your grin.

"Adequate?"

He covered your lips warmly, hands curling around your hips. "Give me a minute, I haven't finished tasting. I'll have a better idea soon."

"Just kiss me, you idiot."

i thought it was cute idk lmk your thoughts xox love you!

Playing Favorites - pt 2

do i have another fic I should be updating? yes

am i?

no.

i like having gifs of poe to stare at dreamily while i mentally scream over my writer's block.

warnings: none, feels, mentions of anxiety, comfort

xox enjoy

@brighterthanlonelywords part 2 as promised!!!!!!

read part one

--------- Episode 2 - Baby steps -----------

You steadfastly ignored him for the next week. Your bruises healed with bacta and time, but the residual terror still had its claws fully seated in your mind. Thompson's glare flashed every time you closed your eyes. The raw, unadulterated hatred still shook you. Never had you seen somebody so cruel.

"Knock knock."

You froze at the familiar voice, back turned to the door. Your seat was big enough, could you pretend like it was empty and hide under the desk? If you sat still long enough, he'd go away. Maybe-

In your pondering of an escape plan, Poe had already rounded the desk and stuck his beaming face into your line of sight.

"Hiya, cutie. Changed the hair again, I see." Your hair was tied up with ribbons, colored orange and black.

"Nice colors," he winked. You flushed.

"They're for BB," you lied through gritted teeth. Poe, unaware or uncaring of your closed-off attitude, collapsed into a chair opposite you and grinned.

"Been a while, I was wondering if you'd forgotten me." He was fiddling with the galactic model on your desk, spinning the Inner and Outer Rim like a DJ disc.

You didn't answer, picking at your skin. He paused, scooting closer. His gaze was soft, imploring.

"You okay?" Poe's voice was soft, intimate. It had been a week since the Thing. Thompson had been decommissioned and General Organa had done her best to soothe the concerns of you and your fellow squadmates.

But still, the fear remained.

You nodded mutely, knowing you couldn't speak the lie. Poe, smarter than he looked, called bullshit and sighed.

"I know I'm not your favorite," he said, "but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. Just a little bit." He held his hand up for emphasis, fingers almost touching.

A faint glimmer of a smile, and then it was gone. You still stared at the floor, willing yourself not to cry. Realizing you needed space, he touched his forehead to yours and left, closing the door gently behind him.

A still warm cup of caf had been left on your desk, with a little BB unit sketched on the side.

Sorry for the trouble. I'd like to see that smile again.

P

You dropped your head on your desk and cried.

It went like that for the next few weeks. You would hide away in your office and Poe would silently walk in, leaving coffee and a note. Sometimes he'd linger, poking around your belongings and tossing out a relayed hello from Beebs.

You never looked at him.

Until a Tuesday in the middle of the blandest week to date. A few officers stormed in, making you spill your coffee, and tossed a very burnt looking pilot into your office.

"Engine fire,"

"Messin' around,"

"Fistfight,"

they all said over each other. Still pissed about your precious caf, you waved them off and toweled your desk down.

"This better be good, because that was my last cup of caf."

"If it's the caf I brought you, does it cancel out?"

Your head snapped up to meet Poe's sheepish grin. He was smoking slightly, the very ends of his hair crisped to charcoal. Ashen grease coated every inch of him, and you frowned to think of the stain he was leaving on your chair.

"What the hell?"

Poe, to his credit, told the story neatly and without embellishment. He'd been fooling around in his X-wing and shot a rogue blast into another pilot's droid pit. A grease fire followed, and here he was. You shrunk into yourself. There was no getting out of this.

"I'll need a full damage report within the hour, and your flight status will be reconsidered for ineligibility. Please-"

"Don't."

You stopped, stuttering like a broken speeder. This wasn't- shit, no, you needed to stick to the script and don't look at him- your eyes met his. Poe was looking at you desperately, eyes shining.

"Please don't ignore me," he pleaded. "I didn't mean to get you hurt and I just wanted-"

"Poe," you stammered, looking at him with raging tears. "I need...I need you to go away. For a wh-while. Please."

He looked like a kicked puppy. "I'm-"

"Please."

Your cheeks were streaking, the mascara you'd carefully applied with the hope of no tears today was pitifully washed away. Just like yesterday, when he'd faked an argument with Rose to end up in a disciplinary meeting with you.

Or last week, when he tried to tell Organa that you needed to interview him for a recon debrief.

Or every single other time he'd tried to apologize and you'd shut him down.

It hurt you, too. You missed him, and you wanted to accept his apology and hug him and wipe the mopey look off his face. But it made your heart quake and your breaths come short.

It was scary. You could be cold, you could shut down, that was familiar. But the new thing with friends and a fuzzy feeling inside made you cower with fear. You didn't know what to do with that. Where did it go from there?

You curled up in your bunk, shuddering in the darkness. It didn't feel comforting anymore - it felt like you were a little kid hiding from the monster under your bed.

Driving a stake through your heart, you wrapped a comforter around your shoulders and padded down the hall.

Your voice was soft when his door shhfffed open.

"Can I have the R2-D2 light this time?"

Your legs swung off the edge of his bunk. Poe sat gingerly across from you, cradling his night-light so that both of your faces were lit. As promised, R2-D2 sat comfortingly on the bedside table.

"Why are you scared of the dark?" You asked suddenly.

He perked up at your voice and smiled. "Dunno. Just never got over the idea of something hiding in the shadows."

You nodded, burrowing into your blanket. Poe was anticipating your next question, rocking slowly on his heels.

"Why'd you change your hair?" He asked, timidly. Not sure if you'd bite or run away.

You poked your nose out of the blanket burrito.

"I missed you," you blurted, tears welling again. Containing his monumental relief, Poe settled a hand on where he thought your arm was under the duvet. Me too, his gentle caress said. More than you think.

"I-I'm sorry, Poe, I didn't m-mean to..." you trailed off into tears as he soothed you, wiping the tears from your face. The warm glow from his nightlight was dimmed by you being pulled into his lap. He leaned against the headboard, your head under his chin.

The hug was messy and uncoordinated; what with you being wrapped in a comforter and his hands being entangled in your hair. Your heart had broken into shards, and it wouldn't be easy picking it back up. Poe knew. He knew enough to stay quiet, letting you wring yourself dry in the safe circle of his arms and the halo of R2D2's glowing form.

Poe was in agony. He knew this would take time. A single night of closeness wouldn't shatter the sky-high walls you'd built around yourself. But he was losing his mind with the urge to pound them down with his fists and skip to the i love you please love me back and fly into the sunset.

But he could wait. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets to prevent from touching you, almost tearing his flightsuit with the strength of his grip. You sat stiffly next to him, so distant he wanted to cry.

He wanted you to look at him. To say something, even if it was a tease or a scathing remark for his tardiness. He'd purposefully strode into the meeting late to attract any kind of attention from you, but your eyes stayed shut.

So he laid his chin on his hands and tried to pay attention. He was never good at these kinds of events. Too much talking, too many pictures and pages of information. He needed time to read and think and doodle and do something other than just sit there.

Poe knew his fidgeting was distracting, so he tried to keep it to a minimum. You weren't acknowledging him directly, but he could feel your mild irritation every few minutes.

General Ackbar was still talking, but the buttons on his suit were so tempting to snap and his hands were bored-

A sharp jab in his ribs made him yelp. Whipping around, he was prepared to cuss out-

oh.

Your hand was outstretched, hiding under the table. A small silver ring was in your palm, attached to a thin chain. He took it slowly, gauging your face. You stayed turned towards Ackbar, but inclined your chin subtly and returned to writing notes.

His heart trilled at the small gift, turning it over to inspect it. There were multiple bands, and they spun together nicely. Poe fiddled with it, grateful for the distraction. A gentle whirring sound made him grin. It was a neat little toy. The rest of the meeting fell on his deaf ears, totally enraptured with the ring.

As soon as the debrief was adjourned, you sped off before he could return it.

Oh well, another excuse to see you. Not that he wanted to give it back, but he did want to see your face. Poe hung it around his neck and tucked it under his collar fondly. It clicked against his mother's ring, right over his heart.

That night, in his bunk, he sat awake. His gaze was focused on the door, awaiting a timid knock. He'd made sure both the night lights were charged and waiting.

A small ping on his tablet and he was scrambling to pull it off the charger.

Notes from today, read the message, and your familiar scrawl filled the screen. He grinned, settling down to peer through your looping handwriting. You'd drawn diagrams, which he knew you hated but helped his brain connect the dots. The sections were even color-coded.

He studied the drawings until his eyes fluttered closed, hugging the glowing remnants of you close to his chest.

One step forward.

Poe was back to his chipper self the next day, revived by your small act of kindness.

He engaged in a raucous round of sabacc with the Gold squadron, still laughing even after being thoroughly trounced.

"Good to see you again, Black Leader," Rose jibed, nudging him in the ribs. "I was afraid that last engine fire mighta smoked your brains out."

"Yeah," Gold Two chimed in, "what's up with your record, dude? Got some kind of unlucky streak?"

Poe's ears were flaming. "Uh, whaddya mean?"

Rose's eyebrows were dancing a mirthful tango. "Oh, nothing, we've just noticed your tendency for clumsiness has...increased. I mean, I knew you were a mess but damn-" she pulled up his record. "Two grease fires in a month? Sheeeesh, those HR officers must be sick of you."

Gold Two's eyes glimmered. "Unless....it's one officer in particular?"

He was certain his cheeks were blistering from the heat pulsing under his skin. "It's been a rough while, alright? Until I see you complete a barrel roll without pissing yourself, shut your mouth."

Two guffawed. 'Low blow, Dameron, low blow."

Having barely dodged that bullet, Poe laughed. "Hey, at least I'm not walking around with wet boxers."

"Boxers? Who said I was wearing any?"

Rose made a gagging noise and shoved away from the howling men. "Y'all are nasty," she said, screwing up her face, "I'm out." Another raucous round of laughter followed her out. Poe chuckled again, poking at his food, but the familiar nagging in his chest was beginning to return.

Just go say hi. Wave. Walk past her door. Maybe peek through the blinds?

He wanted to toss his food at the wall. This was so stupid. You were both adults, you could have a normal conversation without stumbling around each other like emotionally repressed apes.

Before he could lose the nerve, Poe stood up and strode out, jaw set. Gold Two looked up quizzically but made no comment. You were most likely holed up in your office, buried under paperwork and meetings and Important Things that permanently framed your face in a pout.

But he wanted to see you. And because he was also Important and desperately in love with you, his attention took priority over all else. Well, he thought it should at least.

To his shock, you were leaning back in your chair with a holovid playing quietly on your tablet. You looked up, but didn't tell him to go away. Poe hovered, waiting for a dismissal.

It didn't come.

Like trying not to spook a bluurg, he carefully seated himself next to you and slid his gaze to your screen. It was some action flick that had been released a few days ago. It looked awful, in his opinion, but your shampoo smelled nice and he liked the domesticity of watching a movie.

You had a penknife in your hand and were flipping it around. It was mesmerizing; the nimbleness of your fingers as they twirled around the glittering blade. Poe's hand went to the ring you gave him, gaze glued to your gentle expression. He wanted so badly to hug you.

"Hey," he whispered, mindful of the vid.

You swallowed and he saw your lips twitch.

"Hi."

"How's it been?" God, it felt like an awkward first date.

You looked at your hands. "Okay. Not too bad."

Poe nodded, picking up on your hesitant tone. You didn't want him here. He hung his head, biting his lip. Maybe next ti-

"How...about you?" You added softly. He looked up, surprised. Your head was tilted to him, hands stilling. A tiny sliver of hope begun to shimmer in his chest. Maybe...

"It was good," he said, "did a bunch of drills, some reports-"

"I saw," you blurted. "I...I um, I saw your scores. You did a good job."

Poe sat back, awestruck. you were talking. to him. nicely. was he dreaming?

"An honest to God compliment," he breathed. Immediately, he clapped a hand over his mouth. Fuck. It was so immediate; that comfortable banter from Before. he'd forgotten.

But you didn't hide this time. He saw it, the instinct to cower, but you fought it. "Don't get used to it," you poked drily.

A grin brighter than the Yavin suns split his face in two. You gave a tentative smile in return, subtly leaning closer to him. Your gaze returned to the movie, but Poe's stayed firmly on you.

Baby steps.

His hand twitched, inching closer until he looped his pinky with yours. His heart preened when you linked tighter, brushing your palm against his hand.

Baby steps, one at a time. You'd get there. One day.

do you guys like it??? idk how to feel oh well xox

also I will die on the hill that Poe is ADHD. 100%.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

@krakenkitty

comment to join the taglist

misc headcanons for oscar isaac characters

ta da. sfw and nsfw but nothing terribly explicit. (There'll be a divider before the horny stuff)

Miguel O'Hara

Likes to cook. Idk but I think he likes meal planning and looking up recipes and stuff. Needs to eat a lot because he big and strong so y'know.

If his gf bakes and cooks? Mans is in love

Sweet tooth (fang?). Drinks those sugary Starbucks drinks but he pours them in a thermos so nobody can tell. His favorite are pink drinks, pumpkin spice lattes and vanilla chai. Coffee gives him a tummy ache.

Scared of the dark. Inconvenient bc he has so much light sensitivity but I think pitch darkness makes him nervous. He has a weighted blanket to help.

WOULD LOVE IT IF YOU GAVE HIM A BACK RUB. His muscles are Fucked. Add some lavender oil and he is purring.

Needs a stress toy. Nice if it's you-shaped. Or if it's you. You're nice to hold, what about it?

nsfw

we know about the breeding thing. we get it.

but i think another thing he has is a neediness kink. Like he wants you all over him all the time.

For this reason, he will edge you to oblivion every morning and lunch break he has so that you'll be on the floor for him whenever he needs.

Likes to hold your tits. Kinda like a stress ball.

What? They're soft, warm and perfectly shaped for his palm. And you make the prettiest noises...

I don't think he's that possessive tbh. He's not the kind of guy to make a big fuss about 'marking you up' and all that. He likes the secrecy of giving hickeys beneath your neckline.

cockwarming KING. He's developed an addiction; he can't focus on work without it. Will paw you into his lap for hours. You're used to it, you can sit patiently. He never leaves you high and dry.

Miguel will suckle on your neck like a piece of candy and just. zone out.

ORAL FIXATION ORAL FIXATION BEEP BEEP HELLO. Needs something of yours in his mouth always. Hand, fingers, mouth, jaw, neck, tits, ass, pussy, thighs, literally whatever. He'll lay his head in your lap and suck kisses into your tummy while he watches a movie. you taste good and it gives him something to do. Melts his brain into goop.

Marc Spector

Very minimalist but loves having little pieces of you around his apartment. A picture taped to the fridge, pieces of art hung above the sofa, your favorite color painted in the bedroom...nothing extreme, just things he can look at and smile.

Best dad. 100%. Has pictures of your kids in his wallet, phone lock screen, gets a tattoo of baby's first drawing, art projects on the fridge, goes to every parent conference.

Girl dad.

His favorite thing to do with you is go on walks. The fresh air is nice, he can hold your hand, maybe get some coffee. Even though he doesn't have a dog, Marc likes watching them play. Favorite breed is a bernedoodle. don't ask me why. it just is.

Plus, in the winter your nose gets cold and then he has an excuse to kiss your face.

Not a PDA kinda dude but needs physical touch to stay grounded. You will often link pinkies or bump elbows.

Has an essential oil collection. it helps him sleep.

NAPS. Naps everywhere; loves to cuddle you against the couch and sleep for hours. Doesn't mind wasting time as long as you wake up together.

(nsfw)

missionary guy or reverse cowgirl. Likes to watch your soul ascend to heaven.

Not great at personal boundaries; will fuck himself to overstim if it means you are having a good time. Steven will be seizing from aftershocks in the headspace and Marc will be going for round 5.

Aftercare is a learning curve but he is all for making you feel better.

Bath sex? Bath sex. Likes the warm water, your hair smells divine, it's easy clean-up. And you're so fucked out he can snuggle you to death in the warm blankets afterward. Perfect combo.

He wakes up too early for morning sessions but if there's naptime during the day he is 100% waking you up with an orgasm.

Very attentive to all the good tricks. Has a methodical process of mouth, fingers, cock, mouth. Rinse and repeat.

Cleans you up orally. Actually I don't think oral is his favorite to receive or give. He's a whole nine yards. Proper fucking.

Not a fan of quickies. Either you set aside two hours in your schedule or he forcibly sets aside two hours. No broom closets for him.

Steven Grant

has the best sense of humor.

is on tumblr. like he has to have a blog dedicated to Egyptology fun facts and shitposts. Gets SO excited anytime somebody reads/likes/reblogs his posts. Literally makes his day.

Not very artistic but likes going to art museums. Fun date idea too, you can play guessing games about the subjects and the titles.

I think he has a dirty sense of humor. Will give you a side-eye and an eyebrow wiggle anytime someone says something remotely suggestive. He makes himself laugh so hard he steps into the hall so he won't interrupt the meeting.

Likes old music - Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole. Steven will 100% dance with you in the kitchen to Elvis. Hums it to himself so he'll fall asleep.

Writes love notes! He loves the blush on your face when you read them and he will do anything to make you smile. Has a dedicated pad of sticky notes in his desk for this purpose.

Kisses are his love language. He needs to stim with his hands so hand-holding is ehh, but cheek and forehead kisses make his heart explode. Will purposefully press his face against your lips to hint he wants attention.

Will kiss you while you're talking because he's so in love.

(nsfw)

munch.

has discovered it's the easiest way to make you cum and therefore will do it for hours. I think his stamina is astounding so he can hold himself off for a hot minute while you melt from pleasure.

Loud. very, very loud. You've gotten used to it and use it to your advantage if he's in the mood for d/s.

Doesn't like being degraded but DOES like being told what to do (nicely). You could get him to eat meat if you suck him off well enough.

Needs aftercare. Specifically words of affirmation, especially if you've dommed him. Might need a break from physical touch if he's really overstimulated, so you just sit beside him and murmur comforting things to him until he mellows out.

A switch but prefers bottoming.

pull his hair. it makes him so hard he starts crying. especially with some neck scratches??? baby he's not gonna last.

Feels bad for making a mess. Don't worry! he'll clean it up for you. With his mouth.

Jake Lockley

Sings you to sleep in Spanish.

Likes telling stories and jokes. Does the best impressions, insane talent at accents (probably because of Steven).

He'll pack up a bag of snacks and drive to somewhere to watch the sunrise with you. Don't worry he'll grab a blanket to hold you in his lap if you fall asleep.

Does not have road rage somehow. Marc will be screaming his head off and Jake will be that Javi Gutierrez car meme.

Brakes to watch animals cross the road. Doesn't care if it holds up traffic.

Like Miguel, loves to cook and eat. If you can bake him chocolate muffins? He'll marry you on the spot.

Chocolate whore. Eats chocolate every day, has a secret stash in his glovebox. Easy bribing method.

The Best Kisser. Knows exactly when you need it, where, how intense. Softest lips ever (sponsored by cherry flavored chapstick) and loves to leave hickeys.

(nsfw)

wines and dines you like a gentleman but whispers the filthiest words in your ear the whole time.

fucks you with The Gloves on. Then he can have a little bit of you with him at work ;)

Can only do one or two rounds but those sessions go hard.

Thick strokes. Does that make sense? Like, uses his whole body to fuck into you. Not fast, but powerful. You cannot walk ever when he's done. Neither can he, truthfully.

goes feral when you wear perfume. You are not leaving the house wearing that or smelling that good. Unless you let him have a taste.

Has a 'ring the bell for sex'.

King John

whiny whiny whiny little man. Pouts if he doesn't receive a good morning and a good night kiss.

Gives you lavish gifts all the time. Will treasure whatever you give him. Clothing? he'll wear it every day. Jewelry? Glimmering for all to see.

Is actually really insecure. Is shy about it but asks for your opinion when making decisions in the kingdom. His cabinet makes fun of him but he genuinely wants to hear your opinion.

Likes smart women. Will gaze at you lovingly while you ramble about various topics you enjoy.

Hates getting sick. Is the biggest baby, doesn't like throwing up or needing somebody to take care of him. Unless it's you, in which he'll gladly lay in your lap while you sponge his forehead.

If you take care of him, he'll purposefully stand in front of the fire longer than necessary to trick you into thinking he's feverish.

You see right through him, but you let him have his fun.

Likes games and puzzles. If he had access to Wordle he'd be religiously addicted to it. not sure why but I think he just likes being good at things and bragging about it.

Needs compliments to survive.

(nsfw)

exhibitionist. Would fuck you during a council meeting if it didn't make you cry with embarrassment.

Keeps you in his bedchambers when he really really needs you. Will just come in every few hours, fuck you silly, peck your cheek and do it again later.

Doesn't really want kids but makes a huge deal of 'wanting an heir' to excuse his rampant horniness.

Masturbates frequently. If you're gone for an extended period it's every day.

Tit guy. Sucks, fondles, gropes, nuzzles them every chance he gets. He buys you dresses that lace in the front so he has easier access in a quickie.

Quiet during sex but loves it when you're loud. Edges you until he can't take it and eats you out for hours. Doesn't care who hears, what are they gonna do about it? He's the king, he can fuck his wife when he wants.

Blue Jones (Club)

Brat. Loud, brash, sassy for attention. Enjoys getting ready, the Most extra when it comes to self-care. Skincare, spa day, makeup. You'll never catch him with unmanicured nails.

Misses being onstage. Sometimes he'll put on a record and do a quick number in his room, reminiscing.

Feels embarrassed about having romantic feels. He thinks it's bad and he's dying, so he'll do nothing about it unless you confess first.

Physical touch is a love language. Not necessarily suggestive, just shoulder rubs or a hand on his arm, or your cheek resting against his. does wonders for his anxiety.

Sarcastic but will cry if you insult him back.

Scared of the dark, sleeps with a handler by the door and wrapped around you so tight you have a hard time breathing.

Gets nightmares and needs a hug sometimes.

(nsfw)

kinky bastard.

Hella open to new things, openly asks patrons for bedroom ideas and then will run back to his room with excitement.

So far his favorites are spanking, rimming, restraints, and sixty nine.

Needs a blowjob to function tbh. He gets so noisy that you've sewn a specific silk gag for him to wear when you're sucking him off or he'll wake the building.

Tears holes in his pants because he's so eager to undress and get inside you. He'll fuck fast and rough, against a desk or table.

Ass guy. Spanks you while he fucks you, loves watching it bounce. He'll cum from seeing your folds flutter while he takes you fro behind.

Doggy/anything without eye contact. He's really not into intimacy.

Friends with benefits for sure.

Cecil Dennis

lovesick puppy. Obsesses over you, all of his bong dreams are about you.

Texts and calls you every minute of the day. Asks you stupid questions just so you'll talk to him.

Even though he has no money, he tries to put effort into his dates. Even if it's just take out, you love the intention and give him a kiss as a reward.

Supportive of you 100%. Can't take him clothes shopping cause he'll say yes to everything.

Really likes sundresses though. Really really really.

He'll share his playlists and movies recs with you as a way of showing his love. He makes cassettes for you with voice messages recorded on to them.

Keeps a Polaroid of you in his car to kiss when he misses you. Sobs when he drops it in a puddle so you hold him and promise to take a new one. This time he remembers to laminate it.

Will tattoo your name on his arm, which you think is stupid but he looks so genuinely in love and desperate for reciprocation that you just smile and hug him.

(nsfw)

no refractory period because he cums so fast. He Cannot be edged because it won't work.

accidental stimulation will send him over the edge; if he's high and the seam of his pants is rubbing the right way? moaning and biting into a pillow while he humps himself on the couch.

Horny in an instant. You'll look at him a certain way and bam.

Sundresses, his favorite. He can grope all he wants, let his hands wander on the soft fabric. any white stains will blend in with the pastel print...

Nathan Bateman

Is an asshole but is self aware. when he drinks a lot, he feels really bad about it and overthinks every interaction he's ever had.

Prefers smoking weed to drinking but he doesn't like the smell. Has gummies in his desk for emergencies.

Secretly likes the great british baking show. Watches it with you when he needs a break or when you ask him nicely.

Prefers curvy partners. I think he likes having extra to hold and the softness of another person because it's so human.

Not an asshole about standards. Body hair, cellulite, whatever. he's spent so much time with androids that real people are beautiful in all ways.

Really wants a dog. You get him one for christmas and he takes it everywhere, sometimes talking to it about his projects in that adorable baby voice. There's a recording somewhere that you have stored for blackmail. He names it Boop.

(nsfw)

BDSM. Soft dom but enjoys bondage specifically.

Pegging is totally his thing. Likes shutting his mind off for a while.

Will design the perfect vibrator for you and watch you get off for hours. Nothing feeds his ego more.

No breeding kink but likes filling you. Will cockwarm after so that he can make sure you take it all and nothing makes a mess.

Will use your mouth while he works to 'keep the blood flow going.' Sometimes he gets a bit too distracted and ends up fucking your mouth until he's whimpering.

yes, he whimpers. He'll hide his face in your neck but you still hear it.

Poe Dameron

ADHD. Has fidget toys in his X-Wing when shifts are boring. BB-8 is programmed to play binaural ambience or music to chill him out when he's stressed.

A real music geek I think. His favorite part of going to other planets is standing in cantinas and listening to the different genres.

For a great pilot I imagine he's a terrible driver. Passenger princess. Likes snacks, picking the playlist, playing with your hair, anything but driving. If it can't fly he doesn't want anything to do with it.

The best gift-giver. Has a list on his tablet about all the snacks you like, your TBR books to buy, any movies you wanna go see, he knows Everything. And he goes all out. None of that store-bought flower shit, not him.

Does all the cliche couple stuff. Matching PJs are his favorite because he can steal your clothes for once and walk around smelling like you. Will wear one of your t-shirts (oversize) under his flight vest so he can sniff the hem and play with the fabric.

Will get couple tattoos. Probably of some stupid joke but he will kiss your tattoo every day when he leaves for work.

(nsfw)

any time, anywhere. Has all the accessible fucking locations memorized and the best times for availability. Will map his schedule around adequate opportunities for a make out session.

Will not leave for a mission without fucking you into the mattress first. If he dies, he wants to die with that memory in his head. And a nice afterglow to ease your grief.

Loves getting head but won't do it because he loses it so fast.

Loves giving head but only does it sometimes because he gets hyperfixated and won't stop until you're screaming with tears.

Really sensory oriented. Loves skin contact, squeezing and kissing and biting. Foreplay is where he shines; he knows all the best places to stroke and pet so that you bend to his will.

Doesn't like dom/sub.

Does like fucking you stupid and then holding you afterward. Aftercare 10/10.

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @krakenkitty @ominoose @bulletgoth @twwcs comment to join taglist!

i will literally pay someone to write fluffy poe x reader fanfiction

sigh.

🎉 100 Follower Special!!!!!!!! 🎉

Yes, I know that 100 isn't a lot, but I'm happy about it. I have made a playlist of 100 songs, give me a number, pronouns, and a character on the list and I'll write a prompt for them! My only conditions are that it's not smut.

I also do poly and platonic relationships!

Characters:

Star Wars:

Kylo Ren

Rey Palpatine

Poe Dameron

Obi Wan

Padme Amadala

Mando/Dyn Djarin

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Stephen Strange

Natasha Romanova

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Criminal Minds:

Emily Prentiss

Aaron Hotchner

David Rossi

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Elle Greenaway

Penelope Garcia

Luke Alvez

NCIS

Tony DiNozzo

Ziva Davidd

Stranger Things:

Nancy Wheeler

Jim Hopper

Steve Harrington

Game of Thrones:

Sansa Stark

Jon Snow

Podrick Payne

Miscellaneous Musicals:

Heather McNamara from Heathers

Eliza Schuyler from Hamilton

Maria Reynolds from Hamilton

Michael from Be More Chill

Jeremy from Be More Chill

Miscellaneous Movies/TV Shows

Zuko from ATLA

Ransom Drysdale from Knives Out

Songs:

I'm So Sorry - Imagine Dragons

Piano Man - Billie Joel

I'm an Albatraoz - AronChupa

Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap - AC/DC

Help! - The Beatles

Come Together - The Beatles

Human - Rag'n'Bone Man

Counting Stars - OneRepublic

Castle - Halsey

Don't Stop Me Now - Queen

Take On Me - aha

Should I Stay or Should I Go - The Clash

Girls like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko

Welcome to the Jungle - Guns N' Roses

Dream On - Aerosmith

Live and Let Die - Paul McCartney

You Give Love a Bad Name - Bon Jovi

What it's Like - Everlast

Crazy Train - Ozzy Osborne

Survivor - cover by 2WEI

My Life - Billie Joel

Control - Halsey

Monster - Imagine Dragons

No Scrubs - cover by Unlike Pluto

Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden

Like a Prayer - Madonna

Material Girl - Madonna

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Feeling Good - Michael Buble

Americano - Lady Gaga

You should see me in a Crown - Billie Eilish

River - Bishop Briggs

Love Like You - Rebecca Sugar

Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men

Pound the Alarm - Nicki Minaj

Viva La Vida - Coldplay

Who We Are - Imagine Dragons

Birthday Suit - Cosmo Sheldrake

Good as Hell - Lizzo

Truth Hurts - Lizzo

Juice - Lizzo

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

Welcome to the Black Parade - My Chemical Romance

You Don't Own Me - SAYGRACE

Bury a Friend - Billie Eilish

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

Tiny Dancer - Elton John

Crocodile Rock - Elton John

I'm Still Standing - Elton John

Come Along - Cosmo Sheldrake

We Didn't Start the Fire - Billie Joel

Somebody That I Used to Know - Gotye

Mr. Glassman - Scotty Sire

Gasoline - Halsey

Don't Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John

These Boots Are Made For Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra

Edge of Seventeen - Stevie Nocks

Juke Box Hero - Foreigner

Uma Thurman - Fall Out Boy

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics

Oops!... I Did It Again - Britney Spears

Some Nights - Fun

I Will Wait - Mumford & Sons

I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles) - The Proclaimers

Sweater Weather - The Neighborhood

Ophelia - The Lumineers

Hayloft - Mother Mother

Line Without a Hook - Ricky Montgomery

Arms Tonite - Mother Mother

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

Shatter Me - Lindsey Stirling

She Wolf - David Guetta

(Don't Fear) The Reaper - Blue Oyster Cult

Renegades - X Ambassadors

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Roxanne - The Police

Dude Looks Like A Lady - Aerosmith

99 Luftballoons - NENA

Funkytown - Lipps Inc.

Blood in the Water - Grandson

Verbatim -Mother Mother

Baby One More Time - Britney Spears

Hooked On A Feeling - Blue Swede

Mad World - Gary Jules

Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man

Handclap - Fitz and the Tantrums

Friction - Imagine Dragons

Yesterday - Imagine Dragons

Bleeding Out - Imagine Dragons

Natural - Imagine Dragons

All of Me - John Legend

Ho Hey - The Lumineers

Private Eyes - Daryl Hall & John Oates

Ain't No Mountain High - Marvin Gaye

I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor

Art is Dead - Bo Burnham

Cake by the Ocean - DNCE

Under Pressure - Queen

Tell Him - The Exciters

"Dating Edgar Allen Poe"

Bungo Stray Dogs

🖤SFW🖤

Drop any headcannon requests in my ask box or the comments, I'd love to do them! My fandom masterlist can be found at the bottom of my top pinned post.

_________________________________________

× Poe is a certified workaholic; total perfectionist. When it comes to his writing, whether it's a novel or some obscure poetry, you can get his attention on nothing else until it's exactly as he first envisioned it.

× Thus, there would be days he's working on a project and can't seem to reach those impossibly high standards. On these difficult days, when he's moping around being hard on himself and declaring he will abandon his career, it's up to you to comfort him. Remind him that his work is amazing, and so is he.

× Because that's his love language: words of affirmation. This man EATS IT UP when you give him reassurance, compliments, anything. He's having a low self esteem day? Just read over his shoulder, praise the intricacy of the written words and flirt. He'll be beaming.

× Poe is just as sweet and considerate when you have low self esteem days, maybe even more so! He's not the most socially aware, since he daydreams so much, so you'll have to let him know if you're down. When you do his response is always "I cannot imagine what for! You are as the moon in the night sky, the flowers of the valley." Corny? ABSOLUTELY. He talks to you like an 18th century poet. You thought it was weird at first, but now it's totally endearing.

× His love style is flamboyant; a traditionally romantic lover. Late night strolls and candlelight dinners- but he always does it his way. His favorite walks with you are in the rain, when you both dress in heavy jackets, you curled against his arm, under the umbrella. The candlelight dinners are always lit by black candles.

× Obviously, he's goth. If you aren't, he doesn't mind... but if you are, he'll love you even more for it.

× Though romantic, he's shy about it. Not the dashing gentleman, sweep you off your feet type. He's more the type that, when you come home from work, he'll have a surprise candle light dinner laid out with some soft goth rock playing in the background, dressed in his very best. He won't address it as anything unusual, but hopes you will praise him. And when you do, he blushes and stammers like nuts.

× I'm sure this goes without saying, but he also writes you romantic poetry. That stuff is like reading "Song of Solomon." Once again, never addresses it, but he'll leave any poetry he wrote for you under your pillow or beside your toothbrush in the morning, get up and get to work before you awaken and find it.

× He's fairly quiet and shy most of the time, content to listen to and watch you rather than interacting. But if you want to hear him talk, ask about his newest novel. He'll go on for HOURS.

× One stress between the two of you is that he struggles to take care of himself. Mind almost always on his work, he lives perpetually in his own fantasy world; the world he's building on paper. That often causes him forget to shower, eat, etc. If you've been out of the house, it's almost certain you'll return to a hungry, frail grease ball of a boyfriend leaned intently over his manuscript.

× Since he's LOADED, he spends ridiculous amounts of money on you like it's nothing. All his gifts are atrociously expensive, often times for no reason. It's rather concerning.

× And lastly, since he's more traditionally minded, he wants to wait to ~do the deed~ until marriage. However, he'll kiss and cuddle you every day, and he is SUCH a good kisser.

Upcoming New Series: Irenic

Irenic, meaning to promote or favor peace.

---

A Poe Dameron × Reader Series

---

All your life, you've fought to be the best of the best. Now you're fresh out of Hosnian Prime Flight Academy and begin to find yourself fighting for something else.

---

I have a lot planned for this series, so I can't wait! The details and timeline are as canonly accurate as my brain can handle, but the fic is set a couple years before TFA.

The first chapter will be posted soon, so let me know if you want to be added to the tags list! <3

Half in Half (1/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader

Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

The first thing you see is his eyes.

Keep reading

Half in Half (2/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone!! Here’s part two to Half in Half to kick off your new year!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Turns out it wasn’t a Rathtar – it was the Guavian Death Gang.

Keep reading

Half in Half (3/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

“I’m fine.”

Keep reading

To the anon who asked if I write poe for the halloween event, yes I do and ty for your request.

Also to the anon who forgot the characters.. Don’t worry I’ve done the same thing when requesting for a fic and again ty for the request!

On a side note thank you to every else who requested for the halloween event! I’ll be busy writing them and posting them leading up to halloween. Happy Halloween to you all~

Also for anyone else whos new here, check out my halloween event post

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝐧𝐝: 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬/𝐨

Characters: Chuuya, Fyodor, Poe, Ranpo, Sigma, Dazai & Nikolai

TW: Mentions of Fake Blood, Limbs, Clowns, Usual halloween decor

This idea is so cute so I ended up adding Chuuya & Nikolai aswell for the characters list. Anyway, hope you enjoy the hc & thank you for requesting!

—————————————————————————

Chuuya:

- Chuuya loves celebrations and celebrating

- Hes definitely the person to go all out on decorations (not even on purpose too, he just sees something he doesnt have and then buys it)

- Each halloween you open the seasonal storage to see a lot of new things

- Onto the actual decorating, he loves decorating with you

- Chuuya will make you fly with his ability to help you put up some of the decorations before letting you back down and kissing you

- You guys put up a lot of lights and other decor in higher places, just because chuuya likes using his ability on you and seeing you happy

- But don’t worry he also helps put up a lot of things

- Imagine your on a ladder and then he jumpscares you with one of the decorations

- Then comes a playful fight between the two of you

Fyodor:

- Fyodor doesnt own many decorations

- I’d say 3-6 with a few cobwebs + spiders

- But the decor he owns is definitely the scariest

- You guys are putting the decor up and all of a sudden you active it and jump back

- Fyodor would laugh at you before asking if you’re alright

- Then after that your staying behind him & helping out from the saftey of your boyfriend

- If they keep jumpscaring you he might get rid of them

- After you set up the things he owned, you bought a whole ton of decorations for inside the house

- So you suprised him with them and you convinced him to let you put them up

- He helps hold the ladder your standing on for lights, hands you stuff/decorations to add but he won’t put anything up

- He would never admit it but he finds it cute when you decorate the house

- Hugs while he’s standing there helping you, especially if he gave you the last item

Poe:

- Poe is the one who’d get scared at every single thing you bring out of your halloween decor box

- Hes hiding behind you and he’ll look adorable while hes doing it

- Definitely will help out for the non-scary decorations

- Karl also helps you guys out! and hes a big help

- Expect a lot of hugs from him (mostly from behind)

- Talks about making some new halloween mystery novels while you put up some of the decor

- Maybe he’ll even start writing if you have a little bit of decorations left

- Karl eats some of the candy though (and you guys spend 30 minutes trying to figure out where it went)

Ranpo:

- The one who doesnt find any of it scary

- Ranpo will complain at the beginning but eventually gives in just for you

- He doesn’t really help out though. Ranpo is your helper who will support by eating snacks at his desk

- On a side note: hide the halloween candy because this man will take them all

- Even if Ranpo finds a lot of the scary stuff stupid, he doesnt like some of the overly scary things

- Lights, Cobwebs, Pumpkins, Spiders, Bats are just a few things he loves

- Also those blow ups that you put in your front yard (he does that one, he must set it up)

- Ranpo expects a lot of praise for putting up the 1 decoration so give him some wont you?

- And when you’re finally done with all the decorations here expects a lot of cuddles for all of that work

Sigma:

- Sigma would want all of the decorations to be perfectly placed, so I think he would spend a lot of time on them

- Definitely overthinks the placements… a bit too much

- If hes deep in thought just hug him and ask him to help you with something else

- He likes cobwebs, carving pumpkins, jack-o-lanterns & fake graves/skeletons

- Nikolai probably gave him a clown decoration for fun so now you guys hang it at your door

- Sigma especially loves carving pumpkins with you. its relaxing and he also makes a lot of designs

- you guys definitely have the path leading to your house filled with jack-o-lanterns

- You also help him & nikolai decorate at the casino/DOA office

- Mostly because nikolai forces the both of you

- Nikolai would make comments about how cute you guys look together the entire time (and he won’t shut up until you guys kiss or something)

Dazai:

- When Dazai asks you to help him decorate his house, he doesn’t actually want to decorate-he just wants to spend time with you

- But hes so glad when you agree to decorate his house because that includes: Shoping trips, Spening more time with you, and much more

- Most of the time Dazai will complain about putting up the decorations as if it werent his idea

- The other times he’s actually helping you, maybe start bribing him with kisses to get him to work

- He likes mummys, caution tapes & fake blood for decorations

- Dazai will also secretly buy a while can of fake blood just to put on himself on “accident” he just wanted attention

- So you spend a whole hour in the shower together (you taking off the fake blood and cleaning him)

- The decorating will take 2 days or more with him because he gets lazy

Nikolai:

- Run away while you can

- Goes shopping for halloween decor with you only to pick out the scariest of items

- Your house is a literal haunted house

- Not to mention Nikolai bought some extra suprises for you to put around the house

- You got into he kitchen… Open your cupboard and BOOM a clown will pop up from the cupboard and scare you

- As for decorations he likes, scary ones, the decor with audio, clowns, blood, fake limbs but why have fake ones when he can get real limbs & blood easily

- Nikolai is also that one house on the street that has audio with screaming & scary sounds

- At this point everyones afraid of him

- Not to mention while decorating hes going to try to spook you at every possible moment

- As for the decorating itself hes prefect because of his ability!

- Nikolai can easily reach the high spots

- So yeah decorating with him will take the entire day

𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝐭𝐡: 𝐒𝐡𝐲 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 (𝐏𝐨𝐞, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚, 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 & 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚)

Characters: Poe, Kunikida, Atsushi & Chuuya

BSD Characters with an s/o who gets very energetic & bubbly when talking about halloween (etc.). And enjoys baking, dressing up, making treats, eating treats, looking at halloween decor & watch halloween movies.

Poe:

- Poe LOVES seeing you so excited about the holiday

- Despite not being a huge fan of it like you are, Poe will gladly do anything halloween related with you!

- He spends a lot of money on decor for you because he knows you’ll love it

- Hes also a bit not used to seeing you so energetic

- Baking marathon!! Poe will but everything you need for all of your spooky treats (also Karl is the taste tester)

- Matching costumes!! I’ll let that go to your imagination

- Let Karl i’m on the matching costumes though

- Poe wouldn’t bea fan of the huge gruesome movies but he will watch some movies like Coraline, Corpse Bride or even The Nightmare Before Christmas (Poe is very confused why you guys were watching a Christmas movie at first)

- Ends up a little scared of your halloween obsession, but he also still loves you to death so

Kunikida:

- Now Kunikida with his journal, obviously he’s planning a bunch of events/dates every day until halloween to fuel your obsession

- Sone ideas: Halloween movie binge night, Baking halloween treats, going to a haunted house and many more

- Hes scared for the haunted house but tries to act calm (it fails)

- Dresses up as something simple with you, (he only dressed up because you forced him)

- Dazai chuckling beside you to add he sees kunikida all dressed up

- (He is not letting Dazai ruin his and your schedule)

Atsushi:

-When he was younger he probably didn’t get to celebrate halloween that much so he’s happier that you are so excited about it

- He gets really happy hearing you so energetic about something you like

- He LOVES baking with you! Atsushi will even recommend new treats to try out

- Atsushi also bakes a few for his colleagues at the agency (specifically Ranpo, but every one else gets some too)

- Hes going as a tiger, like his ability but he also willing to try on costumes at the store with you

- When you guys look at some of the decor hes a bit scared of the “more scary stuff” so he avoids those aisles and hides behind you as you walk down them :)

- Also buys some with you (a bit scary, but not too scary)

- Some decor he’d like to buy is probably pumpkins, kid-friendly blow ups for your lawn, and some things like that

- Similar thing with halloween movies, he likes the non-scary movies (yeah don’t watch really scary halloween movies with him, he will cry)

Chuuya:

- Shocked

- How you went from normally quiet, Shy & introverted s/o an extrovert very knowledgeable about halloween

- Chuuya also LOVES seeing you like this

- While you guys go shopping, he accidentally sets off a prop and gets scared (now he’s in denial that he got scared)

- Buys EVERYTHING related to halloween in that store, if you mention about how much it most cost Chuuya will just say “anything for you, doll”

- Its like an early christmas present except it’s all about halloween

- No space in the house? He can hire someone to expand the property, theres also the mafia headquarters for more storage (ya’ll probably have a huge house though so it’ll fit in a store room somewhere)

- Also buys A LOT of baking materials so you guys can make pumpkin pie, pumpkin cupcakes, pumpkin loaf, pumpkin pretzels and many more

- Cuddles while movie binging (he might get scared at some of the movies but deny it (it’s really obvious when he dies because he grabs onto you tighter))

Found

After years of not seeing each other, you had finally gotten over Poe Dameron, that is until he has to ruin it by suddenly appearing back into your life after smashing your heart into pieces. Yet, there’s someone different about him.

Pairings: poe dameron x readee

Warnings and whatnots: Reconciliation. Friends to lovers. Slight angst, fluff in the end.

Continuation of Gone <- read this first!!

It had been years since you left the resistance to go back to your home planet. After practically getting your heart stomped on by the guy you thought you actually had a chance with, you decided to leave and live a nice contemporary life in the countryside as a healer and medic.

You were quite content with your life, having rebuilt old relationships with old friends. You were finally moving on with life.

Poe, on the other hand, was not so lucky. He didn’t seem to be able to get you off his mind and it dismayed him. He wanted to find you. He had half the mind to just quit the resistance and try to find you, apologise for whatever he had done and hope you’d accept him. Yet, he couldn’t . War was still on the brink of happening so why leave now?

“Dameron.” A voice calls out to him. He looks up from his thumbs. He hums, realising he had just blurred out at the thought of you again in the meeting.

“Did you hear what I said?” Leia asked. Poe clears his throat, embarrassed that he hadn’t. She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I want you, Rey and Finn to go to The Elder World and find the Healer of the countryside.”

Poe agrees, not that there was much he can do anyway. Yet, a part of him lit up as he heard of the place he was supposed to go to.

The Elder World.

That was your home planet. He wondered if this person that he had to meet, they would know you.

So there he was, finally landing in the heavy forest next to the countryside of The Elder World. Finn pats his shoulder as they begin to walk to town. Everyone here was supposed to be in support of the resistance, so no need to be that wary.

They had asked around, trying to find this so called healer. Poe seemed intrigued by this person and eventually they were led to a little cottage near the outskirts of town. It was beautiful and charming. Poe looks at Rey and Finn, nervousness starting to consume him. What was wrong with him? Why was he so nervous?

Rey knocks on the door, and a tall boy opens it. Was this the healer?

Poe looks up at him, he felt a tinge of sadness envelop him. He was stupid for hoping that the person who would answer was you.

On the other side of the door though, you could hear your brother talk to someone. You fix up your dress and go to the front door, wiping your eyes that had dark eyebags beneath them. You were tired, but happy.

“Yes? How may I assist you? Broken bones? Bleeding? Coughs?” You ask, as you approach the door, not entirely looking at your patients. You stop in your tracks as you realise who was in front of you.

Poe’s eyes widen as he sees you. Rey and Finn look at each other before staring back at you. Poe pushes away your brother and immediately lines to hug you. You were enveloped by him. His hug was tight, and compressing. You didn’t hug him back immediately but you finally put your arms back around him.

You pull away, a feeling of longing still present in your heart. You shake the thought away. Why was he here? After everything, here he was in front of you. After getting your broken heart finally put back together, he came back to smash the leftovers of your broken heart into smithereens.

Before he could start his sentence, you interjected, “What are all of you doing here?” Rey explains the situation to you. You keep your eyes trained on her, but you could feel Poe staring at you. You shiver under his gaze. You pinch your nose as you think about their problem. “Do you seriously need me?”

“Yes.” Poe answers, too quickly. You ignore him, but sigh.

“Fine. I’ll get my things, but immediately after, I want to go back here.” You emphasise. Poe shrinks as he hears you say that, and a tinge of pity hits your heart but you ignore it, going inside.

Poe follows you in. He tries to talk to you but you decide to ignore him. You didn’t know why. He didn’t exactly do anything wrong. He didn’t know you liked him, so why were you so upset at him?

Poe finally caught the hint and left you alone. You were grateful, but a part of you still felt bad. Why did you miss his yapping so much?

The trip back to the resistance’s base would take 3 days, which meant you had to be in an enclosed place with him for three whole days.

The first day was filled with silence. You boarded the Millenium Falcon after waving and saying your goodbyes. You could see Poe cringe every time you hugged or kissed the cheek of your male friends. How odd. When you boarded, Poe had showed you your room, it was awkward with minimal talking from your side. It had been a while since you saw the Millenium Falcon and it was nice to see her back. Poe tried to crack jokes but he stopped after seeing your lack of response. He didn’t flirt with you, which you were happy with. The day went by quietly, with you keeping quietly in your room.

The second day was filled with a bit more talking, though it was mostly silent. Poe didn’t bother you much. He kept to himself and seemed to be avoiding you. You were grateful but didn’t understand. To your knowledge, Poe wasn’t the type to give up. The only time you saw him that day was when you ate.

The third day was the most interesting. It started with hard banging from your door, waking you up.

“Hey, It’s Poe… I want to talk.”

You sigh, before getting up and letting him up. He gives you a shy smile before sitting down at your desk. You gave him an odd look, he normally bee-lined for your bed.

“Yes?”

“Look, I’m sorry. I don’t quite understand what I did but please tell me. I hate the fact you’re not talking to me and I’m incredibly sorry. It’s been hard without you and now that you’re here but you don’t want to talk to me… it’s harder. Please, tell me what’s wrong… Why did you leave? Tell me. Tell me so I can get better. Tell me so I can make it up to you.” He bursts out, letting it all out.

You stand, shocked. Your arms cross atop each other, as you watch the man break down in front of you. You were stunned to silence.

“What did I do wrong?” He mutters out to you, finally looking at you.

“You.. you didn’t do anything wrong.” You sighed, taking a seat next to him. He gives you a perplexed look.

“I… I liked you Poe, and I was convinced you liked me too, but I was stupid and it turns out you liked that Zorii girl and I couldn’t just ruin everything so I…”

You didn’t finish your sentence, looking at Poe. Poe processes what you say. “You liked me?”

You didn’t answer him. You looked away.

“Do you… do you still like me?” Poe asks. You couldn’t answer him. You couldn’t even answer yourself when you asked yourself the same question.

“Well, that’s a shame… since… I like you too.” Poe says, leaning back. You turn your head back and stare at him.

“What?”

“I like you, but since you don’t like me back then…” Poe says, the same careless smile now back on his smile. You look at him, slapping his shoulder.

“You idiot.” You huff at him.

“I’m being serious. I like you.”

You look at him, and for once, you don’t see the playfulness in his eyes that he always had. It was gone and filled with seriousness.

“Tell me, do you like me back?”

You stared back and a smile crept up your face. A smile that had been gone for so long.

“I like you too Poe.”

Before You Leave

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompt: "unrequited love, in which i just poured my heart out to you, telling you i love you and you said that you don’t feel the same way, and then you leave, and i’m standing here, not sure what to do, i can’t even cry that’s how shocked and heartbroken i am"

Word Count: 812

Warnings: i cried while writing this so take that as you will

a/n: it's 5 am and i refuse to beta read this so it could be hot trash we'll see

You weave your way through the massive crowd bustling through the hangar to your friends, sidestepping BB-8 as you approach Poe.

“Hey, can we talk?” you ask, gently placing your hand on his forearm. “Before you leave?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says, following you out of the expansive space, through a few passageways, and into your quarters. The two of you dodge frantic runway techs and pilots on your way - the main hallway is rather busy, people running back and forth helping to prepare the Falcon. After all, this was the mission. The be-all-end-all.

“I’m not sure what’s going to happen when you leave,” you start as you cross the threshold into your room, picking up a sweater from your bed and pulling it on to have something, anything to do with your hands. He nods, understanding the massive collection of anxious feelings that were most likely trying to find their ways into your mind. He always felt the same way before you left - panic about if you’d return, then the numbness that would set if you were even an hour late returning. “And I just needed to tell you something - to prepare for the worst happening.” Your hands are trembling at this point, and he takes them in his, concerned.

“Is everything ok?” he asks, brows knitting together with concern. You smile tightly at him, nodding.

“Yeah, I just- I’ve been thinking a lot about being honest with people lately - you know, what with the large probability that we could, well, die soon,” you say, clearing your throat nervously, and he nods. “And there’s something that I haven’t been very honest with you about.” Your heart races, thumping against your ribcage so hard you swear he can hear it. If someone had given you a cup of water to hold right now, it would be sloshing all over the floor. “I love you,” you blurt out, not knowing how else to say it other than quickly, without allowing any chance for interruption. You glance up at him, relief bursting in your chest as he smiles.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he says warmly. “You mean so much to me. So much.” You smile, thanking every god you can think of. “But you tell me that all the time - was there something else?” he asks, confused.

You kick yourself inwardly. Of course.

“No, I know that we say that a lot, like we care about each other, but I love you, Poe. I’m in love with you.” Knowing that if you stop now, you’ll probably never speak again, you continue on, hands still shaking like a leaf. “I love how passionate you are about flying, and how you always check on me if you know that I’ve had a bad day, and I love the way you always wake me up early to watch the sunrise with you, and I just didn’t want to let you leave without telling you. Because I feel like you might feel the same way, and I’m not letting myself lose that. Not now. Not with you.” You look back up at him hopefully, a smile daring to tilt your lips upward.

Your stomach drops as you take in the look of bewilderment on his face.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling his hands from yours. You swallow thickly, nodding. “I don’t know what to say, Y/N, I’m sorry, but I just don’t feel the same way. I love you as a friend, but nothing more. I’m sorry.”

“Oh,” you say, face heating with shame. How could you be so stupid? “That’s ok,” you say, tucking your hands to your sides as a knot ties in your stomach. “I’m sorry,” you murmur, looking down at the floor. The shining tile reflects your fallen face back at you. Mockery at its finest.

“It’s fine,” he responds, his harsh tone slapping you across the face and leaving you breathless, a sharp pain taking root in your chest. Motioning to the door, he says, “I need to go.”

“Please comm me as soon as you get somewhere safe,” you call out after him, but you look up to find that he’s already left.

You aren’t sure how long you stand there, but by the time you draw on enough resolve to move from your spot in the middle of your quarters, Poe is long gone, taking any hope of reconciliation with him.

You want the tears to come, but they refuse to surface. It would be easier if you could be mad, find some fiber of your being that resents him now. But you can’t - how could you? Poe was good. Caring, kind, considerate beyond belief. Loyal.

Beautiful.

Shivering, you wrap your sweater tighter around yourself and walk to the door. You can't bear to talk to anyone right now.

As you close your door, you feel another one shut hundreds of parsecs away.

taglists:

permanent: @staarshines

poe: @zoriis @obiwns

Poe + #18!! I love your writing!❤👏

18. “I can’t wait to hug you.”

Poe, in all respects, is one hell of a pilot.

The worst part is that he knows it.

The dogfight began in a blink, and before your sensors even pick up on the horde of TIE fighters, they’re biting at the ass of your x-wing and leaving you spiraling in an attempt to shake the pests. 

You’re not a bad pilot, not at all. But, with six TIE fighters riding your back end? Your skills slip a bit thanks to the adrenaline coursing through your veins and the fear blacking your vision. Only mildly, though. You gun it, wrists slamming the gears of your controls, locking you backwards and sending the TIE fighters zipping by you, opening up a hole that allows you to gun down a handful.

Poe’s voice cracks with excitement, pride surging in his words. “Nice shooting, Lieutenant!”

“Shut up and shoot, Poe,” you yelp, eyes widening as more TIE fighters flood over the side of the ravine, “I’m picking up all the slack here!”

Your hands are quick, sending yourself barreling towards the rest of Black Squadron for back-up. Jessika and Iolo’s comms crackle with affirmations of your movements but still, Poe chatters on. His grin is audible.

He’s locked in a daring tumble with a few fighters, wings skimming the sand of the surface as he ducks and weaves through the cracks in the surface. You watch as he quickly eliminates the targets before his fighter bobs upwards into the sky.

“Picking up the slack? Seriously?”

BB-8 gives an excited wooooooooooohhhhhhheeewwww.

But, you’re quick to notice the sleeper TIE making moves on Poe’s stern. Poe’s eyes widen as you gun the target down out of the sky behind him.

“You were saying, Commander?”

“I appreciate all you do and I can’t wait to hug you.”

“I can’t wait to strangle you.”

“Will you two shut up?” it’s Jessika this time, “Shoot now, flirt later.”

Sounds like a plan.

would they use pet names?

[ ft. verlaine, poe, ranpo, dazai, chuuya ]

Probably not. He'd want to remember you by your name alone; he could recognize it anywhere and it only belonged to you.

He'd call you all sorts of things, but he'd certainly remember you by your name, or maybe a nickname if he thought your name wasn't fitting enough. Regardless, he'd never forget it.

Poe could call you every positive adjective in the dictionary and more. He'd write a poem every time he thought about you (which is almost every waking moment... anyways. He's down bad, but he prefers uncommon words that sound gorgeous (not quite on your level, nothing is according to him, (no word is on a higher level than your own name, but sometimes he doesn't feel worthy to use it) but I digress).

Ranpo will use pet names when he feels like it. Sometimes he'll call you his angel, precious, everything, or times you're just idiot or your own name. The best days are when he shares his candy with you, not when he's calling you angel so you can get his candy.

Chuuya prefers doll, or names to show how precious you are to him. Words aren't his thing so much, but if you need him to tell you how gorgeous (YOU ARE) he thinks you are, then he'll reassure you of how beautiful you are to him however many times you need.

---

AAAAA hello again!

two posts in one day... damn I'm feeling inspired lately. i love seeing you all, soooooo likes, reblogs, and comments are all appreciated. remember that requests are open, and i LOVEEE to chat with you all whenever in general. <33 love you all, and have a wonderful day/night! :)

size doesn’t matter

You didn’t think anything bothered Poe Dameron…until he found out about your ex.

Warnings: Like one mention of sex. Mentions of drinking alcohol and being drunk. Was meant to be comedic but took a bit of an angsty turn, so warning for insecure!Poe. No proofread (surprise, surprise) so there are probably mistakes. Word count: 1,056 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

“How big was he?”

“Poe, please – “

“No, seriously, how big was he?”

You sigh, giving him an almost exasperated look. You’re not sure how you got here. No, actually, that’s a lie. You do. You and your friends had been drinking the night before in celebration after a successful mission, with no casualties, and the more you all drank, the more the conversation…turned.

Listen, you’d played Never Have I Ever before, and even Strip Poker. You were no prude; in fact, you were open about your sexuality, you enjoyed sex and you weren’t ashamed of it. So when someone (you couldn’t fully remember who it was, you think it might have been Rose) asked what your biggest ‘non-sexual' turn on was, and you mentioned your ex was a big guy and that was what had drawn you to him in the first place.

Now, obviously, it’s the next day and word got back to Poe. He’s not happy about it, and he’s cornered you by your quarters. Normally you’d take advantage of the fact that you’d found yourself alone with him, but he doesn’t look to be in the mood. You’d been steadily seeing Poe for over a year, and you felt like you were secure in your relationship; he was a great guy, with a heart of gold, and a nice smile. You still flounder around him, because kriff, he was so good looking. He had a line of people falling at his feet any chance they get.

You never expected him to be self-conscious about his height.

“Tell me,” he said, looking at you with that frown on his face, his arms crossing over his chest.

He’d been working out a little more lately, and it was paying off. He looked delectable.

“There is nothing to tell!”

“Other than you get turned on by guys who are ‘big’,” Poe mutters, and you ignore the pang of guilt that settles heavily in your chest.

“Poe - “ you stop yourself, giving a frustrated huff through your nose. You closed your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose as you gather your thoughts. “Does it really matter? I’m not with him, I’m with you.”

“But it turns you on.”

“Oh, Maker,” you say, exasperated, opening your eyes and rolling them up to the ceiling.

“Just tell me how big he was,” Poe said, almost nonchalant. You knew it was a trap.

“Look, it was just an offhand comment after a night of drinking, it didn’t mean anything,” you say, almost desperate now.

“Well if it didn’t mean anything, then you should have no problem telling me.”

You sigh, giving him a pointed look. “He was 6’5.”

“6’5!?” he asks, eyes widening as he looks at you.

Your shoulders sag, and you shake your head. “I told you it wasn’t important to know – “

“Not important to know? He’s a kriffing giant, how do I compete with that?” Poe asked, and you swear he looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

The guy can look a First Order officer in the face and shoot down a bunch of TIE fighters, but worries about the height of your ex.

“You don’t need to compete with anyone,” you said. “It’s been well and truly over with him for years, and I’m with you.”

“But you’d prefer me to be taller though, right?”

“I prefer you as you are,” you say, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you. “You are amazing. You are exactly who I want you to be. You’re brave and good looking, and you’re kind, and you make me happy, Poe. Please, for Maker’s sake, I love you.”

Poe looks at you with a sad look on his face. “I sometimes…” He goes quiet, averting his gaze from you, before lifting his hands, his fingers wrapping around your wrists. “I sometimes feel like I’m not good enough for you. That you might want something…more.”

Your heart breaks at his words. Poe was always so confident, and he treated you like royalty, and practically wanted for nothing when it came to him. You hated the thought of him feeling inadequate, or ‘not enough’ for you. He was everything you ever wanted.

“You are enough,” you say sincerely. “You’re more than enough. I wake up every day wondering how I got so lucky to have even met you, never mind being in a relationship with you. You treat me well and respect me, and you…you make me feel all fluttery inside.”

Your cheeks warm at the admission, and Poe gives you a shaky grin.

“All fluttery, huh?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer after a few moments, dropping your hands from his cheeks.

“Your, uh…your ex not make you feel like that?”

You roll your eyes. “If you must know, he was a nice guy but not right for me. A bit of a trainwreck, but…yeah…” you sigh at him. “Please don’t…don’t compare yourself to him, or anyone else. You are kriffing Poe Dameron, everyone would give an arm and a leg to just be in your presence. And I fell in love with Poe Dameron.”

Poe studies you for a moment before his grin widens. “I am pretty great.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t let your ego get too big, you wouldn’t be able to walk through doors with your big head.”

“Even though I’m shorter, I am the better man.”

“Okay,” you say laughing, stepping away from him.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he says, pulling you back towards him and he wraps his arms around your waist, keeping you to him. “I just worry sometimes. I’m not around much, and I don’t want you to have…wandering eyes.”

“Wandering eyes?”

“I love you too.”

Your irritation from his quip softens into a look of warmth and understanding. You adore this man.

“Let’s go and get some dinner, okay?” you say, pulling away from him and holding your hand out for him to take. “Bet all that worrying all day made you hungry.”

“Funny,” said Poe, heavy on the sarcasm as she takes your hand and you both stroll through the base, in a comfortable silence.

After a while, Poe pipes up with, “Our sex is better though, right?”

You smirk, not bothering to look at him. “Oh yeah, much better.”

“Sweet.”

so um i really really would like to find this one fic of poe dameron x reader where its like enemies to friends to lovers except not really?? The only thing i remember about it (other than the fact that it was absolute perfection) was that reader is a pilot and was supposed to be in poe’s squad but asked to be transferred to a different one (Good Three is her designation— i think) so if anyone who knows the fic im talking about could you pls help me im begging i dont want to forget about this fic 😭😭😭