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melodygatesauthor · 9 months
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Last Chance
First Order Poe Dameron X f!Reader
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Not Beta Read - Requested by @steven-grants-world
Kinks - First Time + Enemies to Lovers (that's not really what happens I tried lol)
Summary
You are a member of the Resistance who has been interrogated by Commander Dameron of the First Order. He remembers you from his time in the Resistance and he still harbors some hatred for you. He's ready to show you just how eager he is to put you in your place.
Tags/Warnings
NSFW, RAPE/NON-CON, forced sex, loss of virginity, minor mentions of blood, creampie, breeding kink, smut, sex, Poe is really mean, unprotected sex. DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT (this means that you should take the tags seriously! DO NOT READ if you're sensitive to some of these topics).
Word Count: 940
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“Anything else you wanna say that might make me change my mind? Heard you were a damn good pilot, maybe I can convince you to serve me instead of the Resistance,” Poe brushed the back of his gloved index finger over your cheek.
Commander Poe Dameron of the First Order fleet had a dangerous glint in his eye accompanied by a malicious smirk. Your breath hitched in your throat. He was terrifying to you. You knew exactly what he was capable of, and when he made a threat…he always followed through. If he meant to kill you, then you’d be dead before the night was over.
“Out!” He shouted, forcing you to jump.
He shooed the storm troopers out of the interrogation room. They clicked away on the durasteel floor. He tutted at you and shook his head slowly before he undid your restraints. You fell to the ground on your knees and groaned. He grabbed you by the sleeve of your coat and pulled you up. His face was so close to yours.
“What’s it gonna be gorgeous?” His eyes were darting between yours rapidly. “Last chance.”
“You’re a traitor.” You spat, trying to pull free, but you weren’t strong enough. 
“Am I?” He turned you around and slammed you against the wall, pressing himself against you, “I’m not the one who nearly got the entire Resistance killed and then blamed someone who was supposed to be their friend, am I?” He said in a low growl, bringing his lips to your ear, “am I?”
You grunt, trying to get him off of you but he’s pushing too hard, and he’s far stronger than you are.
“Fuck you.”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
“No wait–!”
Poe’s gloved hand covered your mouth quickly, silencing your protests while he pulled your pants down as far as he could and then started working on his own. He was moving fast, trying to fight against you and pull himself out at the same time was proving to be difficult, but he managed.
“Stop fighting me, you were always fighting me. That’s why you ended up being Leia’s favorite isn’t it? Hm? She liked it when you would try to put me in my place.” You felt his cock prodding at your tightly pressed thighs. “Better open your legs baby or I’m gonna have to do it for you, and I won’t be nice.”
You parted your thighs ever so slightly, and squealed the moment his cock touched your entrance. He oohed and let out a dark chuckle against your cheek.
“Never been fucked before have you? No one back home broke you in huh? Guess I’ll always be doing the Resistance’s dirty work.”
There was no prep, no kind words, not even the mercy of taking it slow when Poe thrust his fat cock into your untouched hole. You felt it rip, and then you felt the warmth of blood that coated his length while he continued his assault on your tight pussy. You were crying, sobbing, and internally begging; but he didn’t care, and he wasn’t slowing down.
“Like the way your cunt feels baby, kinda wish I’d fucked you back in the day, oh you’re so warm. So damn soft.”
He was huffing into your ear, and you were crying, heavy tears streaming down your cheeks over his gloves. None of that mattered to him, he kept going; he kept rutting his fat dick into your tight and aching hole while he moaned as if he’d never felt anything better.
“You know what–oh fuck–what I’m gonna do now sweetheart? Hm?” He was breathless while he spoke, “I’m gonna fuck a baby into you, wouldn’t you like that? Wouldn’t you like giving birth to the next great First Order pilot?”
Your sobs continued, as did his incessant grinding into your ruined cunt. He was so big, splitting you wider and wider the more he fucked into you. It hurt so much you could hardly stand it, the burn of your torn skin, and it only felt like it was getting worse the longer it went on. You felt his lips on your neck, sucking there gently, now that did feel good. You didn’t want it to though. The last thing you wanted to do was make him think that you were enjoying any part of this, even for a second.
“Mm, you liked that didn’t you? Felt your pussy squeeze over me when I did that.” He kissed just below your earlobe, and your body reacted again. He huffed out a laugh, “I’m close, and I’m gonna do it. I’m going to give you a baby, make you big and round, fill you up with my cum. You ready for me sweetheart? Hm?” His voice was rough and wrecked as he sped up his pace.
You tried to shake your head; you tried to tell him no, but he didn’t care. He did it, he filled you so full of his cum it was spilling out around the sides and dripping onto the durasteel floor at his feet. He stayed in there too, pushing his spend back into you so he could make good on his promise to make you bear his child. He stayed inside of you until he was soft, and his breathing returned to normal.
You were still crying as he let go of you and stepped back, pulling his pants up and looping his belt closed. “I’ll send the troopers back in to get you. You’ll be staying in the med bay under twenty-four hour supervision until my child is born, and then after that…you’ll be staying with me.”
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Your only chance
(dark!)Yandere FO!General Poe Dameron x gn!reader
Category: Twisted Letter - I recommend you read the informations for twisted letters first ->here<- if you haven't already.
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the warnings!
Warnings: NSFW, Poe is a perv, mention of male masturbation, possessive Poe, yandere themes(?), dirty thoughts.
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Hello Precious,
do you miss me? Did you think about me? Because you can bet I sure did miss you. I bet the Resistance has some real trouble without me by their side. I'm gonna be honest with you here, let me spill the beans: remember my last mission a few months ago when the Resistance - you, saw me for the last time?
I switched sides. I joined the First Order, I was sick of constantly losing my friends, always running, always fighting, over and over again. I just couldn't stand it anymore. Call me crazy if you want but I made a decision. As the First Order became stronger, I began to realize that fighting against them would make everything worse for the Galaxy.
It's true the First Order suffers under being called the big bad evil, just like the Galactic Empire, but it really just depends on the leaders. After I joined them they of course interrogated me, I spilled everything about the Resistance I had, every top secret operation, revealed the bases, and I even snitched about some Resistance spies within the First Order.
And you know what they did? What they gave me in return? They promoted me to a General, they gave me my own fleet to command, my own loyal Stormtroopers, my own Resurgent Star Destroyer.
The First Order welcomed me, they gave me power. And all that just because I did the right thing - to fight for the right side.
But enough about me, let's talk about you.
Did you know I had - still have - a crush on you? From the very first day you joined the Resistance. I can still remember how Leia introduced you to me. She gave me the order to make sure you were prepared for your tasks. I did just that, watched you doing your tasks, and I liked what I saw.
In the following weeks you became a good member, following your orders obediently, you were proud of being in the Resistance. And I'm pretty sure you knew how much I liked you - how much I wanted you...
I mean, didn't you notice how I was looking at you every time during briefings? Perhaps not because I was almost always sitting at the darker corner of the room.
Whenever I praised you, putting a hand on your shoulder, it always stayed there for a moment longer than necessary. I just liked touching you...
I gotta admit, everytime when I saw someone else touching you I just wanted to rip them apart...
But don't worry, I wasn't mad at you for flirting or touching someone else - after all you didn't knew about my secret crush on you, so I forgive you.
And speaking of touching...
I bet you knew how flirty I could get sometimes, but you didn't know how dirty I can get, right?
How you thought I wouldn't pump my fist up and down my rock hard cock after thinking about you every single night? Sometimes, late at night I even paid you visits, stroking my cock over, and over again until I shot my cum on your thigh. Almost every night, again and again... I wished you could have been awake to see how hard you made me, how you made me feel, how feral you've made me...
The things I wanted to do with you. You don't know how hard I fought the urge to just wake you up and fuck you stupid, ravage your body until morning...
And now that I'm at the First Order? Now I want you back. I want to show you how good it is to be on my side.
I'm going to make sure you will belong to me, just like back in the Resistance...
You may not know it but you've always belonged to me, from day one.
I wrote you this message so you know how I feel about you, what happened to me.
I hope you read the message as soon as possible because I know exactly where you are, which base - and I'm coming.
And don't be afraid when you see my fleet arrive, you will be captured and brought to me.
But don't bother warning the Resistance, it won't change anything - even if you get evacuated from the base - I will find you eventually...
Your only chance to be part of the future of the Galaxy is with being by my side.
And lastly, don't fight against my troops or you will be stunned.
I will see you soon, Precious.
-- P. D.
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kittyofalltrades · 1 year
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A Change of Pace
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The Resistance has a new defector to the cause. Former Captain Poe Dameron at your service.
Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader
Word: 4758
Rating: Explicit MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
Beta: @welcometostayingawake
Warnings: PinV (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (f rec), birth control implant, kinda enemies to lovers (so yes Poe is sarcastic and she takes a swing at him) let me know if i missed anything
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You tapped the datapad connected to your X-wing. There had been a system malfunction and you were determined to get to the bottom of it. You were tapping away when your friend Finn appeared on the ladder, when he didn’t immediately speak you assumed that whatever he wanted wasn’t important. You tapped a way under his watchful gaze for another minute before finally turning to him.
“Need something buddy?” You asked.
“General Organa wants to see you,” he told you.
“You could have led with that,” you told him with a snort.
Finn chewed his lip and fidgeted nervously under your gaze and you suddenly felt bad about scolding him. Sometimes he was so worried about interrupting that he’d just wait until he was acknowledged. You hated it and thought he’d finally broken the habit but apparently not, you made note to be more gentle with him next time.
You climbed out of the cockpit and down the ladder, you pulled a towel out of your pocket and attempted to clean the grime of working on an X-wing off while Finn waited. Once you were done, you disconnected your datapad and exited the hangar with him hot on your heels.
“Did you hear about the new arrival?” Finn asked quietly, having apparently gotten over his initial scolding.
“Not much just that it was some First Order person with enough intel that he wasn’t shot on sight,” you answered with a shrug. You weren’t much for the gossip, especially when it pertained to new recruits.
“I wonder what they’re like.”
“Probably stuck up and even after joining still thinks we’re nothing but rebel scum,” you answered with a snort. The rest of the walk to Leia’s office was quiet, with you sinking into thought, wondering what could be so urgent that she wouldn’t just send a droid for you.
Once you reached Leia’s office, Finn departed, leaving you to your fate. He didn’t say it often but his worry that Leia didn’t trust him would never fully go away. And honestly, after the loss of Rey, it wasn’t that small of a concern.
You entered the General’s office and took a second to enjoy the view. Even in the heart of the jungle, Leia had found the most peaceful place to set up. A cave with the wall open to the elements, providing a breathtaking view of the base, sat in front of you. Sometimes when she gave permission, you’d sit on the floor of her office just taking in the view and being reminded that these were the people keeping hope alive.
Behind you Leia cleared her throat making you turn to look at her, seeing her wearing another set of beautiful robes. Why she bothered was always a mystery to you. The jungle’s heat had you wearing the least amount of clothing acceptable whereas she was swathed in fabric constantly, and you weren’t sure how she handled the heat. You started sweating just looking at her.
“Commander, I’d like you to meet someone,” She said in a regal tone.
The word Commander had you straighten your spine, something important was about to happen. That something being a man in a First Order uniform stepping out of the shadows. He wore stun cuffs but still held his hands away from his body to show himself unarmed. You itched to reach for your blaster when you saw the officer marks on his uniform. Almost as if sensing your thoughts he gave you a wicked smile.
“Commander, this is Poe Dameron, former captain of the First Order. He’s been kind enough to offer valuable information during his defection,” Leia told you with a thin lipped smile.
“Good for him, what does that have to do with me?” you asked, barely keeping your tone respectful.
“I’m making him your subordinate. Where you go, he goes, as such I’ve arranged a double room for you both,” she continued. “Stateroom 54.”
“Wait a double room? You don’t expect me to cohabitate with this man, do you?” you asked aghast.
You had to admit that Poe was attractive for a First Order officer, but you didn’t think you could handle living with him. Not after your break up, and Leia wasn’t the type to try to play matchmaker; she was serious.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Am I not pretty enough for you?” Poe asked with a grin.
You ignored him and turned to Leia in an attempt to plead your case. To ask that she not leave you with this First Order officer. This man who seemed all smiles but you weren’t sure he could be trusted, defector or not.
“Get him outfitted, trained, and mission ready, Commander,” Leia told you firmly.
You processed the words with a deepening frown, that meant–she couldn’t be serious, “Am I grounded?”
Leia didn’t answer, instead she released Poe from the cuffs and retreated to her desk with them. “Dismissed, Commander. Dismissed, Dameron.”
“But Leia–”
“I said dismissed, Commander,” Leia repeated with finality.
You gave her a crisp salute and turned on your heel, exiting her office quickly. You were this man’s babysitter, like you didn’t already have enough on your plate with former First Order Officers. A particular ginger bastard floated to the forefront of your mind and you remembered being his babysitter until he was deemed trustworthy. How kind he’d been to you after his first battle with the resistance. You mind drifted to how sweetly he’d kissed you and how he’d taken his time fucking you and exploring your body. The good times played like a reel until you got to the bad times. The fights, his need to be in control, his need to keep you grounded, and his lies, most of all.
Poe’s voice dragged you back to the present and away from all the reasons Leia shouldn’t have left you with another First Order Officer.
“What do you want?”
“I asked where we were going, sweetheart,” Poe asked with a charming smile.
“Don’t call me ‘sweetheart’,” you growled at him, the nickname was wearing on your nerves.
“Or what, sweetheart?” he asked, drawing out the word. He seemed to be enjoying needling you and he was going to pay for it.
In a small fit of rage, you swept his feet from under him sending him to the ground while a yelp. Once he was down, you put a heavy booted foot on his chest keeping him down where you could look at him. “You can call me Commander, Black Leader, my name or ‘hey you’ for all I care, but for kriff’s sake stop calling me ‘sweetheart’.”
“Yes, Commander,” Poe said, giving you that charming smile again. You reluctantly let him up, wondering if you had won this battle or if he had. You had just learned a valuable lesson not to underestimate him.
You sighed and turned down one of the least used pathways to the Quartermaster. You didn’t want anybody spotting that First Order uniform, it might cause problems. Yes, there were plenty of First Order defectors but one as pretty as him was bound to be an issue. Not that you thought he was pretty.
You reached the Quartermaster’s building quickly and stepped in. “Shiress. It’s me, I have an order to place,” you called into the depths of the building while Poe came around behind you.
From the back, a small portly woman stepped out giving you a happy smile. “Commander, just the person I was wanting to see. Your order arrived last night. I can get it for you now, if you like.”
“Sure,” you told her cheerfully. “While you're back there, do you think you can get me a full outfitting?”
“Sure sweets, male or female or non Terran specific?” Shiress called as she headed toward the back room.
You turned to Poe, “Hey, are you male or female?”
He gave you a raised eyebrow at the teasing. “I am very much male, maybe I can show you later, Commander.”
“You do know I am armed, right?” you threatened.
Poe laughed and put his hands up in surrender. You hated how the sound slithered across your skin and made you shiver. Damn, even his laugh was fuckable.
Shiress returned and dropped a crate at your feet. From it, she withdrew a set of clothes that she thrust at Poe and waved him toward a changing area half hidden in a corner. He didn’t complain and proceeded without a word. You watched him covertly while Shiress listed the contents of the cart. You could only see his chest and shoulders but you enjoyed the expanse of golden skin and broad shoulders that was revealed as the First Order uniform was peeled away.
“Commander. Commander,” Shiress said snapping her fingers to get your attention. When you finally looked at her, she gave you a wide grin that made you roll your eyes. “I know you like ‘em pretty.”
She cackled at the words and you ignored her in favor of squatting down to examine the contents of the crate. If Poe walking around the corner shirtless wasn’t distracting enough, the fact that the top button of his pants was undone certainly was. The opening at the top of his pants framed the trail of dark hair that disappeared just out of sight. You’d seen men before but never one of this caliber. You wanted to run your tongue down that little patch of hair and see if he tasted as good as he looked.
“This shirt is too small and the pants just barely fit,” Poe said while he passed the shirt back to Shiress. He turned to show the smaller woman just how tight the pants were around his ass and you managed to drag your eyes away before he looked at you.
Shiress tutted and sent him back to the changing room before giving you a sly smile. It wasn’t a secret that since you’d broken up with your last beau you’d refused all advances and, in short, needed to get laid.
“Just because I need to get laid doesn’t mean I need to ride the first pretty face I find. Ride the first pretty face?” You questioned softly out loud. “That was not where that sentence was going.”
Shiress tossed Poe a second shirt and returned to you. “Need anything else? Or is that it?”
“No, just send the rest of his things to stateroom 54,” you told her.
“Take my advice, girlie. You better ride that man into the sunset before somebody else decides to,” Shiress gave a quick squeeze to your shoulder just as Poe returned with his uniform neatly folded. She whisked the offending fabric away leaving you with Poe, with you still kneeling beside the crate.
Poe gave you a quick smile and opened his mouth. “I swear to the maker, Poe, if you say something about how good I look on my knees…”
“I was just going to ask how I looked. But now that you mention it-”
You finally found what you were looking for and in a swift move grabbed his arm and injected his birth control implant making him yelp in pain. “Oops.” You told him before dropping the injector back into the crate.
“I was up to date on my implant,” Poe grumbled while he rubbed the sore spot on his arm.
You didn’t answer as you stood and dusted yourself off. You picked up the crate and carried it out of the building with a groan. It was heavy and almost none of it was yours. You turned and dropped it at his feet.
“You want to get that? It’s your stuff.”
“Are you going to order me, Commander?”
You turned on your heel and made your way through the jungle leaving him to decide if he wanted to carry his things. You heard him trot up to you and you glanced sideways to see that he’d decided to carry the crate. You watched him out of the corner of your eyes admiring the long line of throat that was exposed by his unbuttoned shirt, a necessity in the jungle heat. You were so busy watching Poe that you almost missed the mop of glossy, ginger hair.
You tackled Poe off the path making him drop his crate of items. You covered his mouth and whispered a quick shush to him. You carefully peaked out of the brush watching as the ginger hair bypassed your hiding spot making you breathe a sigh of relief. Once the coast was clear, you pushed yourself upright fully, releasing his mouth.
“If you want me under you that badly, that’s all you need to say, sweetheart,” Poe laughed.
Once you realised the position you were in, you scrambled off of him. You hadn’t meant to end up straddling him. Hell, you hadn’t meant to touch him outside of getting him off the path. You made a rude gesture and started back on the path to your quarters, avoiding any of the common routes just in case.
You reached your quarters without further issues or run-ins with a certain ginger. You used your keycard to access your room and reveal your happily beeping droid.
“BB8 meet Poe,” you said, gesturing your droid toward the man. BB8 rolled happily around the man beeping greetings and questions at him. The droid was always up for making new friends and he was chipper enough that he usually made people smile, except Poe, who was looking at the little droid in horror.
“Beebs, buddy, can you do me a favor?” you called drawing the droid’s attention to yourself.
BB8 stopped circling Poe and focused on you, head bobbing an affirmative.
“Can you get the key card to stateroom 54 from Leia?” you asked.
The droid beeped another affirmative and charged out of the room at top speed, pausing only for the door to open. Poe watched the little droid go with a look of shock on his face.
“What the kriff was that?”
“Come on, Poe, surely even you’ve seen a droid before.”
“Why is it so bright and chipper?” he asked, still shocked.
“I think he’s perfect,” you answered.
“Just like a rebel to want something so bright and garish.”
You ignored the crack at your droid. You’d lovingly built and custom painted the droid yourself, he was damn near your child. When he built his own droid he could bitch about the color scheme. But knowing him, he’d want something drab and boring, just like a member of the First Order would like.
You ignored him and started collecting your few things from the shelves, trinkets that probably looked like garbage but held a place in your heart and dropped them in your duffel bag. The motherboard of the first droid you’d ever built, the carved tooth of a loth cat, shrapnel from your first dog fight all went into the bag making you feel nostalgic about your room.
The sound of fabric rustling made you turn around, and the sight that greeted you was straight out of a wet dream. Poe had laid on your small bed stretched out with his feet crossed at the ankle, his shirt unbuttoned exposing even more deliciously bronze skin and his muscular chest. His chestnut curls were tousled like he’d run a careless hand through them. The sight was mouth watering. You pulled your lip between your teeth while your gaze scanned over him.
“See something you like, sweetheart?” Poe asked seductively.
“No,” you answered quickly, turning back to your shelf. You weren’t going to play this game with him today, if ever.
The sound of fabric shuffling and a presence of heat clued you in to Poe standing behind you.
“You sure, sweetheart?”
“What did I tell you about calling me kriffing sweetheart?” you growled.
You turned rapidly, angling a punch at him, but he caught your fist in one of his larger hands. You tried to pull away but his grip tightened on you. With a sharp tug you were pulled flush against him. Your pulse sped up as he gently grasped your chin pulling your face to his.
“I’ll call you whatever the kriff I want, sweetheart,” he told you, voice like dark silk.
His mouth was a hair's breadth away from yours, hovering, waiting. You closed the distance, your mouth fierce on his, the taste of him filled your head and mouth. He released your hand draping it over his shoulder and dipping his other hand to your waist, pulling your hips flush to his. You reached up and buried your fingers in his hair, marveling at the silken texture of his curls.
“Do you want this?” he whispered into your mouth.
You nodded. Your words had failed you the second your fingers touched his hair, the soft ringlets addicting under your fingers.
As his mouth moved against yours, he spun your bodies, turning them so that you were up against the wall. Your grip on his hair tightened and he let out a moan. In turn, he slotted one of his thighs between yours, giving you a delicious glimpse at the friction you already craved.
You moaned as he moved his leg again, pushing the seams of your clothes against your sensitive core. In response, he started kissing down your neck, lightly sucking the skin there. He didn’t spend too much time in one spot, not wanting to leave lasting marks. Your breath hitched as he gently bit at sensitive skin along your collar bones.
You continued running your fingers through his hair as he worked his way down your body, pausing to help you undress as he went. With each button he opened, he laid a kiss on your skin. Your breath caught when he got to the top of your pants. He looked up at you with hooded eyes, as if asking for further permission. You nodded your assent and he flicked open the button on your pants.
He worked your pants down your hips, taking your undergarments with them. You shivered when the heat of his breath puffed against your skin. You parted your legs a little, silently asking for his attention. He smirked.
Surprisingly, he was gentle and careful when he helped you out of your boots. He was sure to place them against the wall out of the way. He helped you step out of your pants and tossed them aside.
He knelt at your feet, getting comfortable on his knees, and nuzzled your belly. You squinted at the surprisingly affectionate move. He started kissing your body again, sucking and nibbling as he went. When he reached the edge of your curls, he looked up at you with a glint in his eye and smiled. Silently, he picked up one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. The cool air hitting your warm core sent shivers down your spine.
He took his index finger and gently moved it through your folds, spreading the slick that began to gather there. You moaned as he circled your clit. Little by little he did this, and with each pass, his finger slowly sunk further in. On the final pass, his thumb rested against your aching clit and his finger sunk in all the way. He curled it against your sweet spot and your knee nearly buckled.
Your moans creeped up in pitch when he leaned forward and lifted your other leg over his shoulder. With your own shoulders pressed against the wall, he flicked his tongue against your clit, never stopping the movements of his finger. Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, and the heat in your belly built, he pulled his finger out. You huffed in frustration.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I got you.” He said, whispering it against your core, just loud enough for you to hear.
One of your hands landed in his hair and you threaded your fingers through the strands and pulled forward, pressing his nose against your skin.
He laughed a little, before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking, making you let out a desperate sound. While you were distracted by the sensation, he slowly dipped two fingers inside your heat and curled them deliciously against your sweet spot. While he rapidly moved the tips of his fingers against the bundle of nerves inside, he sucked and flicked his tongue against the bundle of nerves on the outside. You saw stars as your first orgasm of the night swept over you and took your breath away. He moaned into you as your grip on his hair became almost painful when the sensations took over you.
He didn’t stop his ministrations until you whimpered in discomfort, helping you ride through the peak of the orgasm and through the aftershocks. He slowly removed his fingers and swiped his tongue through your folds, gently tasting you. He hummed in approval at what he tasted.
You let go of his hair, and allowed your hand to fall to your side. He pulled away, gently settling your feet on the floor. When he was sure you wouldn’t fall, he rose to his feet.
“How about we move to a more comfortable spot?” He tilted his head toward the bed.
You nodded, not trusting your voice, still panting, trying to catch your breath.
He kicked his boots off and kicked them next to yours. As he removed his own clothes, he tossed them one by one in the general direction yours had landed. He went to remove his own undergarments and stopped. You huffed in annoyance.
He wrapped his arms around your hips, hands grabbing the swell of your ass and lifted, prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you to the bed and lowered you down. You made a noise of displeasure as you were reminded that the mattress was still bare. The noise is quickly replaced with a moan as he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked, adding a little pressure with his teeth. He moaned as you worked your fingers through his hair, tugging his head towards your other breast.
As he worked back and forth, teasing, biting, and sucking, he put weight on one hand and used the other to knead your breast, adding to the pleasure. You moaned and bucked your hips, trying to get more friction. He was leaning over you with just enough space between you that you couldn’t reach.
“In a hurry, sweetheart?” he asked, a devilish grin on his face. You glared but managed to refrain from smacking him. He seemed to sense this and laughed a little.
As an answer, you hooked your toes in the waistband of his underwear and used your feet to work them down his hips. He pulled away from you and slid them all the way off his legs. He leaned back into you, the weight of his hard cock, heavy on your thigh. He leaned forward, his knees shifting so that his thighs were as close to you as they could get, and hungrily kissed you, grinding down and pressing the weight of his body into yours, teasing you by thrusting his hips a little. You moaned into his mouth, your grip tightening in his hair.
He pulled away and looked at you intently.
“Well?” you huffed, “Are you going to make bedroom eyes at me all night or are you going to fuck me?”
“Oh, sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
You glared at him again, “Don’t call me that,” you grit out between clenched teeth.
“As you wish, Commander.”
You rolled your eyes.
He shifted his weight, so he could grip his cock in one hand. Leaning away from you a bit, so he had room to work, he slid it through your folds, coating it with your slick. You bucked your hips a little as his skin slid against yours in the best way. Still sensitive from earlier, your breath hitched as the head of his cock caught on your clit. You bucked your hips again and whined a little.
Slowly, he pressed into you then pulled out again. He did this several times, sinking further in, each time. The final pass, he sunk all the way in, and stopped moving. The intensity of the sensation was almost too much to take as you both adjusted to it. He seemed to start trembling, waiting for you to let him know he could move.
“If you don’t move, I’m going to strangle you,” you told him, through gritted teeth.
“Like this, sweetheart?” He slid out and roughly thrust in. He moaned, but you practically growled at the nickname. You were quickly distracted as he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth again, working in time with his thrusting hips.
Just as you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he paused to adjust himself. You made a noise of protest and he teased you some more. Didn’t thrust his hips, but moved his mouth around where he could reach, nibbling, and sucking. You huffed out in frustration.
You squinted at him when he decidedly ignores you in favor of a particularly sensitive spot. Having had enough of his teasing, you unlocked your ankles from behind his back, squeezed his hips, with your thighs, pushed on his shoulders with both hands, and flipped the both of you so that you were on top and he lay on his back, a shocked expression on his face.
“What? You were taking too long!” you bit out.
Without warning, you reached back and positioned his cock head at your entrance and slowly sunk down onto it. You both moaned and you grabbed both his hands to use them for leverage so you could better ride him. You picked up the pace once you got used to the new position. The sounds coming out of the both of you were sinful. You lifted up and slammed down, harder and harder. The ache in your hips and thighs built into a delicious burn. He worked one of his hands out of yours and pulled your face close to his and kissed you, swirling his tongue against yours. You moaned into his mouth.
Breaking the kiss, you nibbled and sucked your way down his chest leaving marks on his skin, as your bodies moved together. He threw his head back at the sensations and shamelessly groaned. You could feel his body tensing under yours, and you knew he was close. You carded your fingers through his hair and bit under his jaw, only to lick the sting away, sucking a little and leaving another mark.
His building climax fed into your own and you leaned back, putting your weight on his thighs.
“Touch me” you prompted.
“As you wish, Commander,” he grinned up at you.
You ground down on him, causing him to groan. As he reached up and grabbed your breasts, you reached down with one hand and rubbed your clit. You rocked your hips in aborted thrusts, and he thumbed at your sensitive nipples. The coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter and the sounds you both made got louder and louder.
Your orgasm crested, washing over you like a tidal wave. He planted his feet, grabbed your hips, and thrust into you, using your own orgasm to milk his own. He groaned out loudly as his hips met your ass in one strong, final thrust, and you felt him pulsing inside you.
Slowly, he lowered himself back down, and you leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. You caught your breath and smiled. He laughed a little, the air puffing across your face.
Gently, he helped you off him and you both lay on your sides facing each other.
“Well. At least we don’t have to change the sheets” you mused.
He let out a bark of laughter, and threw one of his arms over his eyes. “Yeah,” he agreed, still smiling.
You looked at the beautiful man laying next to you somewhat surprised that despite what your brain had said your body had wanted this, no needed this. You threw your arm over him, cuddling tight against his body while sleep dragged your eyelids down.
“Does this mean I can call you sweetheart now?” Poe asked softly.
“Do you really want to take that risk?” you murmured back sleepily.
“If it gets me more of this, kriff yes,” he replied before looking down and realising you’d fallen asleep against him.
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First Order!Poe Dameron x Rebel!F!Reader
Content : noncon, smut, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, manipulation, creampie, degradation, language, dark!Poe Dameron, FO!General!Poe Dameron.
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Days are getting longer and longer as you watch the stars through the thick window separating you from the infinite void of the universe. From time to time you see TIE and other ships following a defined path around the massive one you are stuck in.
As the General's personal whore as you get called so elegantly by his men, you never appear by his sides. You arrived there such a long time ago that you barely remember what it feels like to have your feet on an organic ground. Sometimes you get to feel it in your dreams before waking up in Poe Dameron's quarters.
The main room isn't empty per say, but it's characteristic of the house of a man barely living there. The minimum required to spend his nights there when he can - a large king sized bed, basic furniture, a desk, a bathroom and a living room with modern electronic devices and a round table and chairs. Everything is either black or white with only different grays to dress the rooms. You managed to get artificial plants here and there, adding green and fake vegetation to break the monotony. You do think Poe appreciates it even though he's not vocal about it. You saw him caressing leaves with his fingers in the morning.
The silence gets violated by the sudden General's entrance, fulminating and stomping with his features giving away all this rage in him. You step back, leaving him all the room he needs as you lower your head and clasp your hands before you. Whenever he acts like that you learned to be invisible.
"Can you believe how naive our scouts can be ?" He shouts from his office before going back to the living room, circling around the table with large hands motions. "Can you even imagine how kriffing stupid they are ?"
"I can't, General." You say quietly.
In the past you would have felt the faintest joy at the thought that the Rebels - possibly your former friends - were so hard to annihilate despite the First Order brutal attempts. But now... now you feel this weird link with Poe Dameron. He may have captured you and made you his whore, but as long as you obey you are safer than anywhere in the galaxy. Your fear of getting buried alive in your base crumbling apart under bombings disappeared. You are sure to get as much food as you want, freshly brought from the planets conquered recently. You have access to all the documents you want now that he trusts you more.
"They're just so insufferably useless and proud of their pseudo achievements." He groans as he rubs his face, stopping by your left.
"Did they let you take your nap ?" You ask softly as you rest your hands on his forearm delicately.
"They did but I needed to stay awake." He explains with a voice still laced with disdain. "So they got me a day off tomorrow. Well... today as it's getting late."
"It's good news then." You say with a small smile and a seductive gaze you know he loves. "Are you going to bed right now ?"
Poe Dameron is gnawed alive by stress and insomnia, it is no surprise for you as you run your fingers through his hair. He's still in his mid-thirties but you already see greyish patches here and there. To survive there you got to take it as an advantage. You let him take you whenever he wanted, showed a few signs of affection from time to time, appeared as innocent and fragile as he liked so he could open up to you. Now, you are certain you know him better than any Rebellion spy. You have more power over him than the Supreme Leader.
"If I do, I won't be gentle." He says with an unimpressed eyebrow raised.
"I don't like that dress anyway, you can rip it apart." You whisper against his lips as he lets a shaky sigh out. "And I'm not wearing anything underneath. I was expecting you to come at me directly."
There is this tensed silence floating around you as he looks like thinking about your offer. It's unlike him. He must have something getting planned in his head.
"Let me go to the fresher first." He instructs you she walks away without one of his usual deep kisses.
Maybe he is just too angry to have sex. You turn away, heading again to the window as you appreciate the view. It's strange to feel that way, to feel both that you tamed a bit this man but just like he tamed you. This in-between felt uncomfortable and you hated it at first, especially with all the times he would push you into his bed to take everything he wanted no matter if you shared this desire or not. But you learned to live with that man. To grow in his esteem, to parasite him. It was the key to gain power here. His soldiers don't see it yet, you are still his whore for them, but your influence is growing in this ship. It arouses you to think about the way he lets you ride him, especially after he did mistakes himself during the day. He loves having his eyes blindfolded as you roll your hips, his wrists tied up to the bed, praises and loud moans rolling out of his mouth as you torture him so sensually. This General loves to encourage you to take some independence, weirdly enough. He lets you take decisions in bed, listens to your advices against the Rebels, lets you test the TIE flight simulator and helps you to get better. You love that to feel him letting his influence go off you little by little.
A scream almost escapes your lips at the hand covering your mouth and the strength throwing you to the bed, your lower body soon uncovered as your nightgown get ripped off by hands. The General is already between your legs opened by surprise, a dark gaze defying yours as you stop fighting back. Poe's body is still warm from the water as he forces himself inside you, a surprised gasp escaping him as he slides easily between your walls. His boyish grin disappears as his tongue finds yours, his hips locked with yours.
"My girl is all wet for her General isn't she ?" He taunts you before biting your lip. "She's all wet because she wanted that cock."
The few times he were that crude and brutal in his hip thrusts was at the very beginning, after he captured you and took you in the middle of the hallway without much consideration for his soldiers and droids present. For you neither. It was the only time you actually fight for your life before accepting your fate. But even then he would keep his eyes on you, silent as he would make you fall apart under his thrusts, he wanted to see and feel that power as he would comment your reaction out loud for everyone to hear. Tonight, he remains against you, his open mouth against your ear as he moans loudly at each deep grind.
"My sweet girl." He sighs. "My sweet sweet girl is all mine." He groans.
"P-Poe I..." you start before stopping with your eyes wide open as he stares down at you with this lustful glare.
"They think they can insult you." He hisses between two deep thrusts. "Those assholes think they can."
Confused you look at the ceiling as he keeps fucking you like that, his face soon back against your throat as you open your mouth, pleasure starting to grow in your core. You don't know what's happening with him, it's a first.
"Fight back." He instructs you.
Due to your spread legs and his weight all over you you can't do much for this twisted roleplay. You try to push him by his shoulders without much conviction, angering him as his frustration erupts in brutal thrusts leading to louder bed creaks.
"You're my little warrior, my little Rebel whore, you should fight back more, insult me and try to punch me." He snarls before grabbing your throat as you moan. "Tell me I'm a kriffing asshole, tell me I deserve to die."
"Shut up asshole." You squeal as he pulls on your hair. "Leave me alone."
You try to push him away with more strength and he moans of satisfaction, rewarding you with a brief kiss on your forehead before threatening you again, whispering against your open lips.
"Louder bitch, make them hear it they're in the hallway."
"FUCK YOU IM NOT YOUR BITCH ." You scream right before feeling your orgasm flooding your nerves entirely, your body arching beneath his as he keeps thrusting.
"Oh yes you are." He laughs before moaning loudly by your ear.
His muscles are tensed around you as he sighs. As the man stops, you open your eyes, only to see a blurry sight on a part of his profile and of the ceiling. You are both out of breath, and he leans in you as you run your fingers through his wet dark hair. You weren't expecting such a brutal surge in him, especially not of that kind, but you are not exactly surprised. This is why you accustomed as much as you could, trying to get into his heart if this is even possible.
"Are you feeling better my General ?" You coo as he remains silent against you, his lips peppering kisses all over your neck. "Feels like it."
He hums as his hands rest on your cheeks, his kiss passionate as he grinds several times in you before looking at you with an unusual sensuality in his gaze.
"I always find comfort with you my little loth cat." He says before kissing you again. "Always so sweet."
He is definitely stuck in some "gentle boy" phase and this time you do feel lost. Is he doing aftercare on purpose ? Like actually taking care of you with those were eyes ? He's like another person, a cheeky General looking at something he... loves ? Shit. Mission complete you guess ? You weren't expecting it to happen that way, not after that forced intercourse.
"You're complimenting me so much tonight." You chuckle as he nibbles your shoulder. "Was it that good ?"
"Indeed. I love it when we roleplay like that, I love to feel you resisting when I know you're not." He coos as you shiver in fear. "I love that warrior side of you."
"My warrior side." You repeat as you feel him grinding again slightly. "I'll remember that name."
He kneels between your legs, and you watch him as he slides his soft cock out, a thick white stream of his seed leaking and splashing your thighs. With a few strokes of his hand he manages to make it harden a bit, his eyes wandering all over you as he uncovers your clit with his forefinger and thumb of his other hand.
"I should pleasure you more, you only cum half the time, I need to share more." He states as he rests his growing shaft on your crotch. "Such a beautiful and loyal girl needs to get more care. You're not a whore."
You do think there is something going on in his head with those veiled eyes. He insists on saying you're not a whore yet he considers you as his.
"My General ?" You ask in a voice purposefully innocent to lure him. "What do you mean ? I am your whore, your slut or whatever you call me."
"You're my girl." He groans with the slightest offense. "That's all."
The gentle hand stroke on your thighs combined with that wink convinces you that indeed, you pierced through this lone wolf hardshell. You survival is assured for a while. You just have to play along for a while and see where this could lead you. For now, you let him sliding inside you again, moaning as you maintain eye contact and clench around him already.
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Thinking about what a sweet, kind, silly and gentle hearted person Poe is until you piss him off and once that switch is flipped, he's a force to be reckoned with
Oh, did you mean? my most favorite? facet? of his character? that makes me lose my marbles? and also happens to be maybe my favorite character trope of all time? that? Okay I hope you were expecting an infodump because what-ho! that's what's happening, I have come prepared and with receipts, let's fucking go on how Poe Dameron is a goddamned force of nature and how the galaxy should be really fucking thankful his loyalty is first and foremost to the Resistance and to the Light, because if it wasn't...well, I'd dread to think, but it wouldn't be good for anyone else.
The fun thing for me, is that it has always been a part of Poe's character, right from The Force Awakens -- it's subtle, but it's there, hidden between the sassy quips in the face in danger and the professionality of Commander Dameron; little fleeting moments that tell you that Poe Dameron is not someone to be trifled with at all, including one of his very first scenes:
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I'm 90% certain that Poe's gaze actually lands first on Tekka's body here, before lifting it up to glare at Ren - and that's more than just a defiant glare, that's a look of loathing. Which fits, considering that I do believe the Force Awakens novelization confirms that Poe rushes in without thinking, and acts on sheer anger/rage when he goes to shoot Ren after Ren kills Tekka.
(More lengthy thoughts under the cut, I was not kidding, I saved a dozen images for this).
And that look is far from the only moment in TFA that clearly goes "oh. yeah, Poe can be scary when he wants to be", there's this frankly delightful moment during the trench run when Poe sees a fellow pilot perish while covering him:
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and then moments later, when Poe flies into the heart of Starkiller to destroy the oscillator, we get this shot:
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that's far more than just determination/focus, he's angry. and he has every goddamned right to be - he was just held captive and tortured for (??) days, and this monstrosity just destroyed an entire fucking planetary system, and the very Republic that Poe has spent his entire adult life believing the inherent values of, that he thought could genuinely improve. Never mind the detail that Poe probably likely spent time on the Hosnian System, if he didn't live there temporarily during his time in the Defense Fleet.
But these shots makes it clear where the comic gets the idea from that the First Order might, y'know, actually be. A little bit terrified of Poe Dameron:
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He's a serious threat, and ruthless when it comes to the First Order. People joke a lot about Poe being reckless, but I don't see a lot of recognition for the fact that he can be ruthless - he sees point b and dives straight at it, and he's absolutely relentless in his determination to take the First Order down.
The quickest possible way to enrage Poe is inaction or injustice. We see this clearly in the Last Jedi, when he believes Holdo is essentially leading them to their deaths and has thrown the Resistance away:
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but we also see it as far back as Before the Awakening by Greg Rucka:
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This conversation carries on for a page or so more, I think, with Poe arguing against the New Republic's decision to not act or investigate further (it's also what prompts him into going rogue to investigate on his own, which leads Leia into recruiting him for the Resistance).
And we've even seen it in material as recent as Free Fall, which means this is a character trait Poe has had his entire life:
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(these do not paint my girl in a great light but like she's fucked up okay!! and being groomed into taking her mother's place it's fine, it's fine, she's my fucked up little blorbo)
anyway. so this is Poe when he's, probably about 16? 16 going on 17 here, and this is probably the angriest he's ever been considering how shocked he is about the chill in his own voice (which if you were ever curious why I say Poe's anger runs cold, it's because of this scene right here). He's so enraged by the injustice being carried out by Sotin, that he's genuinely - for the first time in the book - considering actually killing someone. And he gets into a screaming match about what the right decision is with Zorii.
(he also gets to punch Sotin later, by the way, if you even care. It's glorious. I love my favorite character who decides murder is okay if said murder is in question a guy who deals in the slave trade)
But also.
My favorite instance of this, ever, which rewrote my fucking goddamned brainchemistry in 2017 when I read it and made me have to step away from my computer and honest to god pace the length of my house to walk it off, is his confrontation with Terex in issue #13 of the Poe comics.
Because you know what?
This entire fucking exchange is personal, and almost/pretty much outright vindictive? Like at this point, Poe has solidly won this round - Terex has finally been defeated, and all Poe has to do is hand him over to the First Order. He knows, in doing so, Terex will likely be killed, and after who knows how long of Terex's bullshit meaning Poe couldn't trust his squadron, and the fact that L'ulo just died - well, Poe's not real broken up about it, which is fun in itself.
But then he asks Malarus if he can have a moment with Terex before he hands him over and Poe....uses that moment to gloat.
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And y'all know me i don't use words like that for Poe but like. he kind of does? he asks a moment alone with terex specifically so that he can taunt Terex that he won, that Terex didn't beat him, and that in trying to take Poe down, Terex cost himself everything (a fact Poe happily rubs in his face), and even adds that "and when I give you to the First Order, I bet they'll take the rest."
So like. Yeah.
Poe knew full well they'd likely kill him, and spends the next few issues full heartedly believing that Terex was dead. And he taunts Terex with it here in this moment. It is TRULY glorious and honestly had 17 year old me's little head spinning because it was such a subversion of what I thought Poe would do -- but he did! He didn't try to figure out a way to spare Terex's life, and he used his final moments with Terex to make sure Terex knew that Poe was fully aware of what the choice he was making meant.
It's fucking DELICIOUS.
And I also love this panel from earlier into the issue:
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Because again, it's a great illustration of how Poe can come off cold because of the art choices Phil Noto made here: look at the jacket. It's zipped up all the way to Poe's neck (a rarity for Poe), and just generally gives him this very closed off, cold appearance because he's at his wit's end in this issue, and he is angry about the circumstances Terex has forced him into.
So...yeah. Poe Dameron is a sweet, compassionate, silly guy who makes the worst fucking puns you've ever heard this side of the galaxy. He loves his droid, wears his mother's wedding ring with the intent to give it to the right partner someday, and loves all of his friends full heartedly and is generally the most tactile, affectionate person you will ever meet. He's pretty much everyone's best friend, because he has that kind of charisma and ability to make anyone feel like they're the most important person in the galaxy.
But Poe Dameron is also the man that the First Order seems genuinely intimidated/afraid of. He's the man that destroyed Starkiller base, and toppled the most powerful crime syndicate in the galaxy when he was just 17 years old. He is not someone you ever, ever want to piss off, because for all his warmth and love, Poe has an anger that runs cold, and when he hates something - it's just like when he loves something, he doesn't go half-way.
General Organa isn't the only Resistance general that can be absolutely terrifying in her own right as much as she can be gentle and loving. It's just that Leia's the only one anyone ever notices, because...well, Poe's silly and funny and usually kind of easy going.
And the fact that people underestimate him is what makes him that much more dangerous.
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Resistance is futile
(dark)FirstOrderGeneral!Poe Dameron x f!reader
Dead dove do not eat - you'll get exactly what's in the tags!
Tags: Possessive Poe, failed escape attempt, mention of manipulation, mature themes, slight NSFW towards the end.
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Your feet were beginning to hurt, your lungs burning from running from the crashed shuttle you used to get out of Poe's Star Destroyer.
Everything was going as planned, the stealthy way to the hangar, the unnoticed entering of the shuttle, the take off...
But just after leaving the hangar, a voice ordered the return, but you kept going, determined to finally leave Poe.
Well, then it happened, TIE-Fighters were chasing after you, eventually hitting the engines and sending the shuttle crash landing onto the planet below.
And now you're on the desperate run from the Stormtroopers. The planet you crashed on had a dense forest and thick moss covering the ground.
Although you managed to run for a few minutes, the sudden hit of the stun charge on your back coming from a blaster made you trip and fall on the thick moss. You were unconcious for several seconds and when you got back to your senses, Stormtroopers were surrounding you, your wrists were cuffed behind your back.
You heard something approach as you were roughly pulled onto your knees. Looking up, you saw the familiar black command shuttle of the First Order land several meters away from you.
Swallowing hard, you knew who was in there and when the ramp drove down and you saw him walk out and towards you, you started to regret ever trying to escape from Poe.
"What the hell were you thinking, huh?" Poe spoke up calmly with a hint of annoyance as he stood before you and looking down.
You didn't say anything in response, just looking on the ground beneath as you accepted your fate.
Poe motioned for the Stormtrooper behind you to pull you up on your feet, making you stand up. He clasped his hands behind his back "You know, I thought you were smarter than that. Especially asking for permission to take off while I was at the bridge and that I would recognize your voice." he sighed.
You knew his gentle and calm behavior was just a facade, Poe was playing with you, getting sick pleasure from your miserable and failed attempt at escaping his clutches. He was reminding you that no matter how you would try to escape, it would always lead a trace back to you. He manipulated you into thinking you had a chance.
Poe reached out with a gloved hand and gripped your chin possessively, making you look up at him as his deep brown eyes burned into yours, making you feel uncomfortable.
"Now tell me why you tried to leave me." Poe ordered calmly but coldly.
"I wanted to go back to the Resistance." was the only response you gave him, but you quickly wished you never said that as you saw Poe's expression harden and his gaze getting dark.
"Back to the Resistance?" he trailed off and his grip on your chin tightened. His eyes narrow and he leaned in slightly, "Why would you want to go back to them, hm?"
You felt a surge of determination coursing through you, "You were their best pilot, Dameron! You know exactly why I prefer the Resistance over the First Order!" you tried to sound tough but the trembling in your voice did the opposite.
Poe's expression darkened once more "You would rather go back to them, risking your life to fight against those who could bring peace and security to the Galaxy, the First Order?" he asked, his eyes challenging you.
"You mean planet destroying maniacs?" you snapped but you were terrified internally. Poe slightly leaned in again, "It depends on the leaders, sweetheart. Did the Resistance manipulate you that much? Was I really the only one who could see through their lies?" Poe's other hand came up and lightly tapping your forehead with his index finger "And now let's go back to my ship. Where you belong."
Poe released you and turned around, walking back to the shuttle and expecting you to follow him.
"Fuck you, Dameron."
Poe stopped in his tracks and turned around, "What?" he raised an eyebrow, slowly walking towards you.
You took steps back but a Stormtrooper grabbed and held you in place. Poe stopped infront of you again and looked down at you, "Does my little toy need a reminder of her place, hm?"
"No, I-I'm sorry." you pleaded but he smirked and leaned in close to your ear, his hot breath made your blood run cold
"If you ever try to run again, I promise I won't be gentle with you. You can beg all you want, and when I'm done with you your little cunt will be so oversensitive that even the thought of something pleasurable will hurt."
his tone was laced with sadistic pleasure and you could practically hear the grin.
Poe pulled back and nodded towards the Stormtroopers to get back to his Destroyer, he turned his attention back to you "I hope you don't plan on walking around tomorrow because once we are back I will make sure you won't be able to."
With that, Poe turned around and walked back to the command shuttle as you were shoved forward to follow him back to his Star Destroyer for the punishment waiting for you.
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INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut | pt. 4
INSUFFERABLE | General Hux x Reader Smut. 18+. MINORS DNI. This is a direct continuation. Are there going to be more parts? Absolutely.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6
Word count: 11K
Content warning: fem!reader x Hux; Force Awakens plot; lots of Kylo in this part, bits of Poe Dameron as well; soft Hux with feelings appears; one or two curse words?; jealousy; whole lotta teasing; smut: oral job (m receiving), cum tasting, passionate, sexual suggestions, make up sex?, unprotected, piv
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It was always nice to sleep in a warm, comfortable bed when there was a snowstorm outside, not bothering you in any way. It was even nicer when you woke up in the arms of a loved one... Or with a loved one in your arms.
That's how Y/N and Armitage woke up after one of the best nights in their lives. They smiled at each other in the bliss of the moment, feeling so content, so warm... Hux was about to go even furhter in becoming vulnerable around her and leaned a little to kiss her on the forehead with a sincere smile on his face. His lips were mere inches from her when...
She sat up suddenly, then immediately slid off his tall bed, disappointing him greatly.
"Where are you going?" he asked, still a bit sleepy.
"What do you mean?" She turned to him with raised eyebrows, giving him the chance to adore her in the black bathrobe she had fallen asleep 
in. "We're late already, and I have to get to my station before..."
"Come back here," he cut her off sharply.
She sighed, wondering why he was playing this game when they both knew what had to be done.
"Armitage, you know I can't."
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
"Am I not the one here who says what people can and can't do? Come back here, it was an order."
At this point Y/N could see he was not playing around. With no other option, she did come back to him, and he hugged her almost possessively.
"And what now?"
"You're staying with me today," he announced.
"And work?"
"Firstly, the snowstorm is still raging. They'll be clearing this up all day," he said matter-of-factly. "Secondly, today is my birthday."
Birthday. Did it even mean anything? Ever since Hux could remember, birthday has always been just a day he was born on, nothing to celebrate. He never did anything special on this day and nobody cared, not even his father while he was still alive...
But he had the slightest hope Y/N might care.
He watched her face carefully as she raised her head to look at him in utter shock.
"Your birthday? And you didn't even tell me!" She smacked his chest lightly. "Not like I would be able to give you a gift, but..."
"The best gift will be you staying here," he said before he even thought about it, and she had no idea it would be the first gift in his life.
He spoke sincerely, so a sincere smile appeared on her face.
"In that case, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered and kissed his chest, snuggling into him again, and for that moment, he could sell his soul, and maybe the entire galaxy, too.
"I'll take care of the essentials, then," he said and then reached for one of the buttons on his nightstand. "Keep quiet for now," he added, then proceeded to press the button.
Never has Hux ever thought he'd be talking to the holo of one of his subordinates with a girl snuggled into his chest, but there he was, doing just that.
"Yes, General?"
"Report on the situation," he commanded in a voice that gave her goosebumps.
"The storm is slowly dying down. Soon we will be able to send out the Firetroopers."
"Right then. Order a droid to bring breakfast to my quarters. The same as yesterday, doubled. And tell everyone not to disturb me today unless it's urgent."
"Understood, General."
"And more tarine tea."
"Yes, sir, sending the order right now."
Hux ended the call and turned back to Y/N, content.
"You can choose the dinner later," he said as if to explain why he didn't even ask what she wanted.
Unthinkable. General Hux explained himself to his inferior.
She raised her hands a little as if surrendering.
"It's your birthday, I would not dare."
He had to think about these words for a moment. It was something completely new to him... And he felt comfortable enough with her to admit it.
"I have never celebrated my birthday before," he said quietly, surprising her greatly.
"Never? Not even as a child?"
"Never, Y/N," he repeated harshly, then regretted it immediately. "I have never been given a gift, either."
"Oh, Armitage..." she whispered, then ran a hand through his hair affectionately while it was in its rare, imperfect state.
His words saddened her greatly. More and more often Hux appeared in her mind as not the harsh, ruthless General he was when she first met him, but a broken man, just trying to thrive in the 
brutal world they found themselves in. If you showed any weakness at all, the others would kill you... And it seemed like she was his only weakness for now.
"I would love to do something for you. I don't know, maybe prepare breakfast...?"
"Should I send you down to the kitchens, then?"
"Oh, you know what I mean." She rolled his yes, and then a mischievous grin appeared on her face. "I do have an idea, though..."
Before he could ask her what it was, her hand was already under the sheets, moving along the side of his body right to his thigh. She began touching him between his legs without any warning, making him let out a sigh of surprise. Seconds later, she was crawling towards the foot of the bed, then threw the sheets off of him. He only had his own bathrobe on.
She untied it quickly to reveal his naked body, 
but there was one particular spot she focused on.
Hux already knew what she was going to do, and the thought alone made him hotter. It was one of his fantasies he didn't get the chance to fullfil - yet. When she made sure he wasn't against it, but watched her with hope in his eyes, she clasped her hand around his length. He swallowed hard as she began moving it up and down, and he really didn't much to get hard.
That was the moment she could proceed to the next part of her plan. She opened her mouth to lick along his shaft, long and slow, making him let out a loud sigh. She wanted to hear it again, so she licked him a few more times starting from his balls as she kept on moving her hand along.
As more and more saliva gathered in her mouth, she spit some of it onto his penis, right before...
"Fuck, Y/N." He rasped as her mouth closed around his cock, earning a sensation he had never experienced before.
She smiled to herself after that.
"Enjoy yourself," she whispered before putting his penis back into her mouth. At that moment, she wanted him to feel pleasure, and so she began sucking on him, taking as much of him as she could without gagging.
He closed his eyes, forgetting about the entire universe and letting himself enjoy every second. He had never had this done to him, and the pleasure was almost unbelievable. When he thought about how she could do that on her knees, somewhere under his desk, it made him even more aroused.
They both heard a loud, electronical buzz - it meant the food had arrived - but it was the last thing either of them cared about at that moment. A loud grunt escaped Hux's lips, prompting Y/N to speed up her pace, and that was enough to bring him over the edge.
Seconds later, his body began shaking with the 
orgasm she brought him. He cummed all over her face, and he opened his eyes to see that.
When he saw everything dripping down her face he knew it was a view which was going to be engraved in his memory for a long time, if not forever. It immediately made him wish to try that on other parts of her body, but that had to wait - the orgasm he had just experienced definitely required a cooldown.
Y/N stood up slowly, wiping the cum off her lips. It was a new experience for her as well, but the only thing that mattered then was that he was satisfied.
"Salty," she said, having felt the taste of his cum on her tongue. "Just like you," she added with a laugh, breathing heavily.
"I'll tell you how you taste next time," he replied, his chest raising and going down quickly.
She just smiled proudly, then looked to her side 
at the door to the bathroom.
"I'll go... Brush my teeth," she said eventually.
He followed her quickly and they both took a quick shower together before putting on comfortable clothes and going into his office to get the food. They sat in his bed to eat it, and Hux didn't even worry about making a mess - his sheets were already stained, so Hux was going to send them to laundry anyways.
"What was that call just now?" Y/N asked curiously, settling herself right next to her lover after coming out of the bathroom.
"Ren," Armitage replied with disgust. "He wanted to take a squad to do Maker knows what. I let him just to have peace. Besides, I think he asked more to annoy me than to get something he really needed."
"Oh... He really likes pissing you off, doesn't he?"
"Mhm." Hux hummed, taking a bite out of his breakfast. "You've never told me how the two of you actually met," he added suddenly.
Y/N looked up from her plate, wondering how to word the story so as not to piss the General off even more.
"Well, my father was a pilot," she began. "He was teaching Kylo about our ships the first time he came here. I was still studying to be a medic at the time. Kylo got injured and my father was like, hey, my daughter can patch you up... I think he wanted us to get together back then."
Hux wasn't a big fan of this last bit of the story, but he didn't comment on it. He got another question instead.
"And how come someone like you clicked with him?"
"I was just... Unimpressed by his tantrums, I guess. And I was genuinely interested in knowing 
more about him. He said no one really did, not even his family."
"Wonder why." Hux scoffed, making her chuckle.
"Kylo... Isn't really that awful, really." She looked back at her plate, looking for the best bits with her fork. "It just depends when and how you approach him..."
"Oh, alright, I don't want to listen to any more of it," he cut her off, shaking his head. "Especially today."
"Right... Because today is your day," she said with a beam. She leaned a little towards him to cup his face with one hand.
"Happy birthday," she whispered, and then kissed him straight on the lips, long enoigh to let him bathe in the bliss of the moment. 
He had never heard that. And no matter where life took him, he would never forget that day.
They spent the entire day together, eating, talking, and just enjoying each other's company away from the prying eyes. But when the evening rolled around, Y/N know the fairytale had to end.
She was sitting against the headboard with Armitage's head in her lap, giving him a head massage. He was sure he had not felt this relaxed in months, years maybe, thus forgetting about the harsh reality that was facing them.
"Armitage... My shift would be almost done now..." Y/N said sadly, having looked at tiny the holotable next to his bed. "I hate it, but... I think I really need to get going soon."
Hux, who was, at that point, in complete bliss, opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, leaving her surprised. He looked at her and watched her searchingly for a moment, hesitating... And eventually shook his head, having come to a decision.
"Fuck this. I don't want you to go."
He said that in a way which made her shiver. She didn't want to leave, obviously, but she knew she had to be rational.
"But you know we have already..."
"Nobody knows you're here," he cut her off, "and if someone asks, I sent you to do something off planet or whatever. I don't care at this point. Stay here."
Hux was determined. Not only because it was his birthday, but also because he simply couldn't get enough of her. All these moments they spent together were nourishing the feelings he had for her, as if watering a flower that was just about to bloom.
She looked him in the eye and there were sincere emotions written all over his face. She could almost feel him pleading even if he didn't say 
anything else. Y/N was also in so much joy it was hard to express; how was she to refuse?
"You know I want to," she uttered eventually.
"Then why don't you, if your commander himself allows it?"
She didn't even open her mouth to argue, because she didn't want to. Instead, she allowed him to grab her hips and pull her towards himself to close the distance between them in a passionate kiss.
It sealed the deal. They both gave into their dreams and she stayed with him for one more night, even if they knew how risky it was.
They fell asleep in each other's arms, just like they woke up, and both of them wished they could start and end their day like this more often.
The next day, there was no other option. They had to part and show themselves to the other soldiers separately so that no one would suspect 
anything. They resumed their duties at once, and Y/N made sure not to even look at him on the rare occasions he showed up anywhere near her, however, it was becoming harder and harder for him to restrain himself.
And Kylo Ren himself was about to make everything even more complicated.
It had been five long days, especially for Y/N who got her period. She and Hux did not exchange a single word, they did not meet the other's eyes, and they just kept themselves busy with their duties - but it did not mean they were not thinking about each other, especially at night, when they wished they could be next to the other person.
And then one day Kylo Ren forced Hux to call a meeting of all officers, claiming he had important information. Y/N was kind of excited to join it, since it was her first meeting as a lieutenant, and found it even more exciting when she entered the conference room.
General Hux was already there, sitting by the long, black table with red markings, and the seat on his right was still empty. As soon as he saw her enter the room, their eyes met, making the atmosphere tense before everything even started.
He gave her a stern look, then glanced subtly at the seat beside him, giving her clear permission to sit there. She was hesitant, but she couldn't ask him whether he was sure, the decision had to be made then and there. Excitement was filling her up as she did take the seat next to him.
"General." She bowed her head as a greeting, and he bowed back, keeping his jaw clenched so as not to smile at her.
It was not a good idea to let her sit there. Even in public, they were just inches apart, starved for any form of touch... If only he could put his hand on her thigh... Or at least on her hand...
He almost forgot how attractive she looked with the ponytail and the uniform tight on her thighs and buttocks. Kriff, he had to stop himself from looking at her, otherwise someone would definitely notice, especially Kylo. But at least he knew she was right next to him, and he could protect her at any given moment if needed.
She could also feel the tension, the warmth swirling in the cool room just between the two of them. She taught herself how to avoid looking at him, but it was the first time they were this close in public for a longer period of time.
Kylo appeared in the room not much later, visibly agitated even if no one could see his face. He did not sit, but stood at the top of the table, already making Hux tick. The General rose from his seat and spoke with pure hatred:
"Now, Ren. What was so important you had to gather all of us here on such short notice?"
"You should be thanking me, General Hux," Kylo 
replied through his mask. "We have just intercepted information that someone from the Resistance will be at the Canto Casino tomorrow, receiving information about the location of the map. They are still working on who it will be. Either way, we need a spy who will get this information so we can reach the location first."
"Then maybe we should send a squad there to arrest him?" one of the officers suggested.
"No, because they will change the location again and hide," Kylo retorted. "We need to do this quietly in order to surprise them. I suggest Lieutenant Y/L/N for this mission."
Hux mouth fell agape. "Why her?"
He said that before thinking, making her breatheless for that split second before Kylo replied:
"Because I said so."
"Sir, I have worked as a s..." another one of the officers spoke, but Ren was not having it. 
"Will you do it?" he asked Y/N directly and she could sense Armitage's eyes on her, even though she didn't see his face.
"Of course," she replied, and she suspected Hux was fighting with himself at that very moment. Kylo knew that.
"I sense displeasure from you, General Hux."
The General gulped. It took every ounce of focus in his body not to think about Y/N at that moment the way he usually did. He regretted his earlier question immediately and had to find a quick way out. But, after all, he didn't become a general for nothing.
"Because I don't know who gave you the permission to command my soldiers," he half-lied to him.
"She agreed, so there's nothing to discuss."
Despite these words, a short discussion did ensue, but it eventually ended up in another room after Hux agreed, even if on the inside he was seething with anger. Less than ten minutes later him, Kylo and Y/N were standing in front of a screen while one of the officers, Tador, was operating it.
"We suspect it will be one of these Resistance fighters," Tador said, pushing a button to show pictures of five different people on the holo screen. "I will send their pictures and all information we have on them to Lieutenant Y/L/N's datapad."
Y/N focused her eyes on the pictures, already trying to remember each face. It was rare to get a mission that was for herself only; she wanted to do well, show off even if she had the chance.
"We also have one of our fake identities at the ready," Tador continued, clicking another button, and the screen changed again. "Inda Chonell. I'll send the profile and background story to the datapad as well... The fake ID should be ready as well..."
Hux was listening to all this and fighting the urge to scream. He was furious, and for many reasons - because he was sure Kylo did this on purpose, because he did this without consulting him, because Ren was Ren, because Y/N agreed, and, most importantly, because she was putting herself in danger. He suspected it would not change much, but he asked anyways:
"Are you certain you can do this, Lieutenant?"
Y/N turned to meet his gaze and she could read him like an open book. She could see the anger in him and she knew what that question meant; he was giving her a chance to step back, but she didn't want to. She knew she would not hear the end of it, but this wasn't the time for thinking about it, especially with Kylo in the same room.
"Yes, General. I will do my best."
"According to new information," Tador interjected suddenly, relieving the tension between Hux and Y/N for a moment, "it is most likely they're sending one of their best pilots. Poe Dameron is his name," he continued, putting up his picture on the screen.
"Listen, I don't care how you do it," Kylo said after a moment of silence, standing in front of her and, as a result, cutting her off from Hux. "Beat him, shoot him, seduce him, sleep with him if you have to, but get that information at any cost."
Hux stepped aside from behind Ren to see Y/N again, and his face was showing nothing but utter outrage. She saw that and felt a knot form in her stomach, but couldn't react as Kylo was watching her closely.
"I understand how important this is, Kylo," she replied, having cleared her throat. "And I know what to do."
"I hope."
Later Y/N received her fake identification, and Kylo scheduled a ship to take her to Canto Bight the very first thing in the morning. It seemed like everything was done and decided... But Y/N knew that things were far from over.
Hux took her to his office immediately after, and all of his movements were aggressive, even the way he locked the door after they found themselves next to his desk.
"Why did you agree to do this?" he asked immediately, having had this question on his mind ever since the meeting. His voice was raised and full of anger, and he hadn't spoken to her like this in a long time. She almost took a step back in surprise.
"What do you mean, why? This is my job."
"Nothing he tells you to do is your job," he hissed and Y/N rolled her eyes.
"You know what I mean."
"I know, but it's not you who has to do this. It's dangerous."
"Being a soldier is pretty dangerous itself," she retorted, but he was not having it.
"Not here. Not when I can keep an eye on you."
"Are you implying that I'm not good enough for this mission without your help?" She crossed her arms, suddenly riled up. "If it were someone else, you would be proud that they want to do it for the First Order!"
Her raising her voice was a surprise to him, one that flicked a switch in his head. It seemed that he still wasn't the best at expressing his feelings. Making her upset was the last thing he wanted, and he just then realised his harsh tone might have startled her, to say the least.
"Y/N," he said finally, having heaved a sigh to calm down. "Don't you understand I just don't want anything to happen to you? I do not care about this mission, I don't care about Ren... I only care about your safety."
This touched her more than one could describe. It was yet another moment when he did not say he loved her directly, but his intentions were as clear as day. For a short moment, she wondered if she will ever get to hear it from him.
"Nothing will happen to me," she said eventually, unsure if there was anything better to say. For some reason, she was not scared of this mission at all.
"Listen. You will call me the moment you land," he commanded. "And in case of any emergency, you call me and I'll be there immediately with our entire army, understood?"
"Understood, sir," she replied jokingly, brushing something off of his shoulder, and then her face fell suddenly. "Rather than my safety, there's something else I'm worried about..."
"What is it?" he asked immediately.
"If it's really this Dameron guy..." She gulped. "The easiest way to get what I want will be to seduce him. And my heart doesn't want to do that, but..."
She saw his face fall as well as he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
Jealousy. The emotion which sometimes was even more destructive than anger.
"It's just for the mission," she explained herself quickly after he had not replied.
This was too many emotions for Hux to handle. He had never found himself in such a situation before - there was no one he could be jealous of, no one he cared about enough to be filled with envy if they were with someone else... And he didn't expect she would want to actually try this way Ren suggested, even if he knew it might be the safest and, potentially, the most successful one.
But somewhere deep down, it hurt him, as if he wasn't broken enough.
He didn't know what to do, just like he didn't know what pushed him to say:
"Go back to your duties, Y/N."
He didn't quite meet her eyes when he said that, and that, paired with these words, shattered her.
"You're mad at me?" she asked and the distraught look on her face made him regret his words. But he had to be left alone before he could worsen the situation; he didn't want to hurt her any further with any impulsive remarks he might make.
"No, it's just... Ren will be looking for you and he'd better not find you here."
What a pathetic excuse, he thought to himself.
"But Armitage..." she began, trying to touch his arm, but he stepped back aburptly, not allowing her to do so. At that moment, she was heartbroken - she knew he hated Kylo, but he never denied her touch, not even when they were still technically strangers...
"Just go," he muttered, avoiding her gaze again.
The moment the door closed behind her, he wanted to scream and get her back at once. He hated himself for the way he handled the situation, but it was too late, especially with her leaving soon...
He left his office while breathing heavily, adjusting his gloves nervously at the same time. Whichever soldier Hux was going to lace into was not going to have a good day.
The thoughts about what he had said to her haunted him for the entire day. He was angry with himself and wanted to fix what he had broken before she would be gone... It was the first time he felt the need to apologise to someone.
He had a Stormtrooper escort her to his quarters in the evening, under the pretense of discussing her mission further. The moment she entered his office she saw a serious face, one that was on her mind for the whole day, too. A knot in her stomach tightened as she approached the desk and heard him command the Stormtrooper to leave in a harsh voice.
The moment the door closed behind him, Hux locked it and rose from his seat, his expression softening at once.
"I can't let you leave like this," he said quietly, and Y/N shivered from the sole delicateness of his words.
"Please say you're not mad at me," she whispered, swallowing hard so as not to cry. She hated the thought of him despising her, and also worried about potential discharge had the feelings changed...
"I can't bear it. If it's that important to you, I won't go, I'll tell Ky..."
"Y/N." He interrupted, then walked around the desk to stand right in front of her and grabbed her arms. He couldn't wait any longer, not when she sounded this heartbroken, not when she was about to leave so soon...
"If there's anyone I'm mad at, it's Ren," he began. "I'm proud of you. I want you to have a successful career here. It's just..." He heaved a sigh, trying to express his feelings properly this time. "I have never had anyone in my life I worried about. I... Don't even know how to handle this."
"I promise I'll be careful. And I promise that if 
anything happens, I'll call you immediately," she began talking quickly, wishing to make sure they were alright as soon as possible.
"And I'll have a squadron at the ready to come for you," he promised, getting a sigh of relief from her.
"See? It will be alright." She smiled. "I'm not your favourite for nothing, am I?"
He raised an eyebrow, extremely glad they were back to teasing. "Who said you're my favourite?"
"Oh, right after Ren, then?"
He gave her a stern stare. "Y/L/N."
She giggled, then composed herself. "Let's talk this mission through... So there are no misunderstandings." 
He nodded, so she sat on his desk as he let go of her shoulders and moved to stand in between her dangling legs.
"Kylo has given me a dress and some cosmetics... I wonder how I will feel like. It's been a while since I even touched a dress."
"And I won't even get to see it," Hux said grumpily, deciding in his mind that he will get a dress for her, too... One only he could see her in.
"Maybe you will..."
He sighed. "You know all the safety precautions, right?"
He knew the answer, but he would not forgive himself if he didn't ask.
"Of course. I was a perfect student," she replied, throwing her hands around his neck. "Otherwise you wouldn't have brought me to work with you, right?"
The moment she did that, he inched closer, his gaze falling onto her lips. He didn't want to think there was a slim chance that if he kissed her that night, it could be the last kiss they ever share...
"I would be more sure if you listed everything to me, Lieutenant," he said in his commanding voice, trying to forget about any worries. "And I will reward you accordingly."
She beamed at that.
"As you wish, General... So, first rule, you never draw unwanted attention..."
He leaned in and rewarded her with a kiss, one that was so full of emotion it left her breathless for a minute before she could utter the next rule:
"Second, you leave no trace..."
Another kiss. Shivers went down her spine; he was becoming more and more brave when it came to her.
"Third, you do not reveal your identity at any cost..."
He kissed her again and did not allow her to elaborate any further. The kisses were becoming feverish, hungry and, in a way, apologetic. Y/N responded with enthusiasm, bringing her body closer to him to feel his warmth. Neither of them wanted it to be a goodbye, but who knew? They had to seize the opportunity. 
At that point, he didn't even need to ask. He grabbed her by the hips, prompting her to wrap his legs around him. He carried her to his bed and proceeded to undress her as delicately as one could, kissing almost every inch of her skin as he went.
The moment she was completely naked before him, he took a few seconds to adore her, then bent over so his face was right above hers.
"It's our last night here for a while. I will be on the Dreadnought when you come back..." he whispered right into her ead, nibbling on it in the process.
She smiled, already feeling the arousal building up in her as one of his hands roamed all over her naked body. "Then we might as well make it worth remembering."
That night, he didn't have sex with her - he made love to her, in a way he had never done before. Each and every moan, gasp, kiss was extremely intimate; his moves were slow, but deep when he thrusted into her. He wished he would find the courage to utter his true feelings, but all he could do was kiss her over and over again in the darkness of the quiet bedroom. He wanted to remember every curve of her body he studied with his fingertips, every sound she let escape her lips, the way she whispered his name when he brought her over the edge... It was like a confession of love, even if no words were spoken.
Even after they have both finished, they did not move and stayed as if glued to each other, naked body to naked body, bathing in the heat of the other person. No one would have believed the General Hux was capable of something like this, but when roughness is a constant in your life... Sometimes you crave delicateness.
Although she felt wonderful, Y/N knew that the silence they were in had to end at some point. She had to come back to her quarters that night...
"Armitage, please, remember..." She began suddenly, having placed a small kiss on his naked shoulder. "No matter what I do there, there's only one man I truly want. Although I am not going to sleep with him, no matter what Kylo says... My charms must suffice."
He still didn't like the sound of that, but after what they had just done, it seemed like they were more bonded than ever. So, even if there was pain inside him, he didn't intend to show it again.
"I don't know if they will. You're insufferable."
It didn't even annoy her when he said that - she just laughed.
"I'll miss you so much," she confessed, snuggling into his neck.
His heart almost dropped when she said it. It was definitely not the first time she expressed her feelings towards him, yet at that moment, it seemed so much stronger. Of course he would miss her, too.
"Come back quickly to me."
That was the words that were replaying in her head over and over while she was on her way to Canto Bight, reading the files of her fake identity and her potential targets for the thousandth time. She knew she could not mess it up; Kylo made himself more than clear right before she boarded her ship that it was the most important thing she could be taking care of. Hux didn't come to see her off; just for safety, that's why 
she was left with what he'd said to her in the bedroom.
While she was doing her make-up on the ship, she really wished he would see her in it. It's been a while since she could pull out all the stops when it came to beautifying herself - soldiers weren't really allowed a full glam, and she wanted to look beautiful for the man she had fallen for.
To her surprise, it was quite easy to play a snooty, rich lady from the moment she landed. When she got to the room the First Order had arranged for her - a lavish suite, just like everything in that place was - she made sure it was secure, then sent a message about her safe arrival straight to Hux as she promised. The same message also went to Kylo, since he was probably going nuts somewhere in his quarters.
Y/N gave all of her information one last glance, then began preparing herself for the evening further. After styling her hair to make it quite slick, it was time to dress up... And it was the moment she started getting nervous. The realness of her mission got to her, and the realisation that if something goes wrong, it might not end up well for her. A sigh escaped her lips as she tried not to think about all of this, especially about her previous meeting with Armitage possibly being the last.
The dress she took out of a box Kylo had given her was even more spectacular. It was black, but shiny with long sleeves, but the neckline was outrageous - it was long and wide, exposing one side of each of her breasts. When she put the dress on, she noticed it reached the floor and hugged her body quite tightly. It screamed Canto Bight, but it was a good thing. At least she wasn't going to stick out like a sore thumb in the luxurious interior of the casino she was going to.
When she was ready, she opened her datapad and revised the vital information one last time. It wasn't like she could bring it with herself and compare the pictures to the people she would meet. Or maybe she could bring it, but if anybody saw any suspicious behaviour... It was like a school test. She could try cheating, but if she got caught, she could pay for it with her life.
She tried to stay as calm as possible, well aware that any nerves may blow her cover. Before leaving, she looked at herself in the mirror for a last-minute check and smoothed down her dress. She almost didn't recognise herself. Mission-wise, it was a good thing, but she regretted that Hux could not see this. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this beautiful, and wondered what he would think about it.
However, it was not time to daydream about her forbidden lover the moment of truth was near. The Resistance's representative could be in the casino any minute.
Y/N entered the casino with only a concealed communicator - should the need to contact the First Order arise - and a knot in her stomach. On one hand, she knew she blended in perfectly and could mingle all she wanted, but on the other, there was this unsettling feeling that everyone somehow knew she was a spy.
She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, remembering the rules - thus, a big smile appeared on her face as the memories of Hux rewarding her for knowing them came back.
It had been almost two long hours in the casino and almost nothing happened. Y/N was constantly looking around, but there was no one suspicious, and no one seemed to suspect her, either... Everyone was simply having fun, and she began losing all the hope.
She was pretending to watch one of the casino games, drink in her hand, in the middle of a meaningless conversation with one of the other guests when she saw him.
There he was. In one of the booths, alone. She could only see his profile, but she was sure it was him. Poe Dameron, in a white suit, apparently playing a game just like she was...
Jackpot.
She excused herself from the conversation with the stranger and immediately approached the booth. It was now or never, and she had to put on her best performance, even if it hurt a little.
Forgive me, Armitage.
"Hi there," she said to catch his attention, and he immediately looked up from the drink he had on a golden table in front of himself. She could see just by his initial expression that he liked what he saw.
"Oh, hello," he said, surprised but smiling at the sight of her.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked, jerking her head towards the unoccupied space of the booth.
"Not at all." He sat up straight as she gave him another smile and took a seat opposite him.
So far, so good.
"I'm sorry for my boldness, I just... I don't think I've ever seen you around here, so you've caught me eye. Not that it's a bad thing."
"Oh, have I?" He asked with a little bit of pride. "Well, it's true I'm not a regular, but... I wouldn't mind becoming one." He looked her up and down, giving her enough confidence to stick out her hand to him.
"My name is Inda."
"I'm P... Peter," he hesitated, then shook her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Amateurs, she thought. Didn't he even have a fake name at the ready? She knew he made it up on the spot.
"Nice to meet you, too, Peter."
They both grabbed their drinks and, after clinking their glasses together, drank a little.
"So, Inda..." Poe began, setting his glass back on the table. "What is a girl like you doing here tonight? Alone?"
Oh, boy, he didn't even know what fairytales he was about to hear.
"Feeling bored, mostly." She sighed. "My father makes me come here. He hopes I'd find a suitable match for a daughter of an aircraft engineer... But most guys here are both ugly and egoistic."
"Wait, did you say an aircraft engineer?"
She got him. She knew this would make him let his guard down.
"Yes? Why?"
"Because I'm a pilot," he said, clearly in disbelief the stars had aligned like this.
"Are you?" she replied as if she had no idea about it. "I would love to hear more about that."
And so she listened carefully to everything he was telling her, hoping to catch any glimpse of useful information for herself. But he was mostly blabbering on the passion he had for flying, and it would be very interesting to hear were the circumstances a bit different. She discovered that, no matter how charismatic and handsome Dameron actually was, she much more preferred Hux's roughness she could uncover step by stop.
They were talking for no more than a quarter when Dameron suddenly began looking around, and his eyes finally fell onto someone somewhere behind her. He lost his flirty expression and seemed alerted, prompting her to focus, too.
"You know... As much as I enjoy this conversation, I have a job to do."
"No way. The first interesting man I've met here and he has to cut it short..."
She could tell he liked that compliment, but stood up anyways.
"It was wonderful meeting you and I do hope we meet again," he said as she stood up, too.
You don't.
"Can I at least see you off?" she asked hopefully,  but he immediately shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. Business calls."
"Well then... Goodbye, Peter. I hope you do come by again."
"Me too."
The moment he left her, she knew the most crucial part of the mission was only starting. She didn't get any information directly from him other than the confirmation he was the man she had been looking for... But now she had to follow him, unnoticed and, most importantly, get that bit of information she needed. She was sure that was where he was going.
Keeping her distance and hiding in between the casino guests, she followed him outside, where she suspected he'd go. There, she hid behind a pillar as he talked with someone she could not see, but it didn't matter as long as she could hear them. That was the most important moment, and she was so stressed yet so drunk on adrenaline...
"He'll be waiting for you on Jakku."
She heard that sentence and hoped it was exactly what she took it for, especially since she didn't know the context.
"Not my top choice of destination, but it's for a good cause," Dameron replied. "Thank you. The Resistance will reward you for this."
"They'd better," answered the man he was talking to. "If they knew I was here... I'd be a dead man."
After that, she heard an electronical chirp of what she assumed must have been a droid; she could not risk trying to take a peek. Her heart was beating so fast it might have jumped our of her chest.
"Yes, BB-8, we are going right now," Dameron said. "That is, as soon as I'm out of this suit. Thank you once again."
After that, she heard his footsteps, but nothing else mattered anymore. She got what she wanted, so it was time to run.
The moment she locked herself back in her room, she called Kylo at once, and he responded immediately.
"I got the location. They are about to retrieve the map from someone on Jakku. They're sending Dameron to do it, any minute now," she breathed out to the small holo projection of Kylo's full body.
"Jakku..." Kylo hissed, nodding to himself. "I'll go there personally, then. And..." He stopped for a moment to take her in. "Didn't expect you to look this good."
She raised her eyebrows. It was a surprise, but definitely not an unwelcome one.
"Why, thank you."
"I'm sending a ship back for you. Do you think you can get out of there unnoticed?"
She shrugged. "If they land unnoticed."
Kylo thought about it for a moment, then shook his head.
"I'll come for you personally, then. I can't allow this mission to fail. We'll stage your arrest if we have to."
"I have to call Hux now," she added in a rush, wishing to talk to her lover as soon as possible to let him know they had a success... And that she was safe and sound.
"So you called me first? As you should. Talk to him then," Kylo said, already too focused on his next steps. "I'm flying out for you and we're heading straight to Jakku."
Kylo's holo disappeared, prompting Y/N to flick some buttons and call Hux. He responded even faster than Kylo did, if that was possible. He was in his quarters on the Dreadnought, waiting for any news from her, stressed more than ever. He didn't even know he had the ability to worry about someone this much.
"I'm calling to report, General," she said, trying everything in her might not to smile since she had no idea if he was alone.
"Drop it," he replied, taking her in. The holo in his quarters was also showing her entire body, and even in his imagination he did not expect her to look this breathtaking. He really needed to gift her a dress.
"I have the information. They are sending Dameron to get the map from Jakku. I have just told Kylo."
He sighed with relief, then cleared his throat. It was hard to focus on what she was saying when she looked like this.
"Well then, I suppose I should send a squad there," he said eventually, but she shook her head.
"Kylo's coming for me and we're flying to Jakku."
Hux's expression turned furious, to say the least, and he could feel the anger filling him up.
"He's coming for you personally?" he asked in a tone that made Y/N almost feel the anger through the holo.
"That's what he'd just told me," she explained, making him clench his jaw.
"That son of a..." 
"Calm down, Armitage," she cut him off. "I'm just doing my job."
"And you're meeting him..." He took a closer look again, warmth filling him up. "Dressed like this?"
Y/N glanced at her body as though she was seeing it for the first time, then smiled mischievously.
"Oh, right... I have to change before he comes... Should I do it right now?"
Hux did not reply, but he did stare at her in a way that made her know what he wanted. She turned her back to him in order to show him the zipper of the dress.
"I wish I had someone who would help me unzip this..." she said teasingly as she grabbed it to pull it down slowly.
"If I were there, I'd rip this dress off of you before you could gasp."
She got goosebumps after these words. She could practically sense the touch of his hands on her body, even if he was far away. She knew that was exactly what he would do.
She unzipped the dress all the way down, then stepped out of it slowly before turning to face him again. She was now just in her panties, still smiling.
"Better?" she asked quietly, the desire thickening the atmosphere even through the call. They could have some fun with it, if only they weren't scraped for time...
Hux watched the blueish silhouette he adored so much for a moment, then shook his head to snap out if it. It was risky, way too risky...
"Dress up before he comes," he commanded and she just chuckled.
"Don't worry, Kylo won't get any of it." She said as she opened a case with her spare clothes. "No one else will."
Even Hux could not stop himself from smiling at that. He watched her put on a strapless bra as she checked her datapad - Kylo had just sent her the tracking of his ship to it.
"He is almost here. I have to run."
"Do not die, then."
She laughed again. "Not in my plans."
"And come back to me quickly. It's an order."
"Yes, sir."
He wanted to tell her something else, but words failed him. The things he wished he found the ability to confess to her were to be said personally, not through a mere holo. That's why he only watched her pull on a black shirt in silence, unwilling to disconnect too quickly.
"You still there?" she asked, having caught him staring.
He rolled his eyes. "Insufferable."
"You love it."
"Good luck, Lieutenant," he said eventually and then disconnected reluctantly, only to allow himself a big, sincere smiled after she disappeared.
He had to get out of his quarters and give orders... They were about to have a breakthrough.
Before Y/N knew it, two Stormtroopers were escorting her to Kylo's ship. No one in Canto Bight tried to save her, even if it did look like she was getting kidnapped by the First Order.
The moment she entered, Ren, with his mask and hood on, instructed her to sit next to him. They departed almost immediately.
"You did all of this faster than I expected. I'm impressed," he told her with genuine 
She smirked as if she had not been absolutely terrified that this mission might fail, adjusting the black jacket she had thrown over herself. "Told you you didn't appreciate me enough, Kylo."
She could see he was intrigued even with the mask on, watching her face closely. 
Men are so easy to please...
"You should wear all of this more."
She snorted. "Not really the soldier dresscode, is it?"
"I don't think Hux would be against it."
Y/N felt a lump in her throat. Was this just an observation, since the General was just a man, too, or was Kylo suggesting something? She really hoped it the latter wasn't the case. She decided that confidence would be the best reaction.
"Well, yeah, he liked my look as well when I called him," she said proudly. "Maybe you two should discuss that with each other. How it's like seeing a woman. Once in a lifetime thing."
"You're awfully confident for someone who knows what I can do."
"So? Aren't you glad I'm not a whining girlie who is afraid to speak?"
Even Ren could not argue with this. To her surprise, he reached out with his gloved hand and took her face in it, studying it. It sent a shiver of utter shock through her entire body: he had never done something like that before, and she didn't even know he was capable of it. She didn't know whether it was the Force or anything else, but surely something was flowing through her body after this. If Hux had seen it, he would have probably obliterated Ren.
"I am," he replied, then took his hand back as if nothing happened.
Y/N tried to keep her cool. "So don't complain."
"Sir, we'll be landing in five minutes," came the voice of the pilot, so Kylo turned to Y/N again.
"Are you coming with me?"
"Do you want me to?" She raised an eyebrow. "I don't have my uniform nor my weapon."
"You don't need any of that if you're coming with me," he replied in an obvious tone. "You'll go with me. I'll show you how it's done."
Of course, she thought. Of course he wanted her to come along to show off. But she did know she could feel safe if she had him on her side. All in all, it was better to be friends rather than enemies with Kylo Ren.
"If that's what you want."
Not much later, the ship touched down on Jakku. Y/N exited it at Kylo's side, accompanied by Stormtroopers. He was right - although she had no weapon, she felt weirdly safe, even if chaos was raging around them. There were tens of Stormtroopers shooting everywhere in the small, sand village, the villagers were screaming, fire was devouring tents and buildings... The view did scare her a little; sitting behind a console all day, she sometimes forgot how the real war looked like, and that it was more than some buttons and screens.
Everything seemed to have frozen after Kylo's arrival. He confidently walked up to an older man not far from the ship; Y/N had no idea who that was, but followed suit and stood a bit behind Ren as he talked to the man he apparently knew.
"Look how old you've become."
"Something far worse has happened to you," the man replied.
"You know what I've come for."
"I know where you come from. Before you called yourself Kylo Ren."
This gave Y/N the answer - he knew him long ago.
"The map to Skywalker. We know you found it. And now you're going to give it to the First Order."
"The First Order rose from the dark side. You did not."
Y/N knew this would rile Kylo up. He approached the man, definitely seething with anger but still trying to talk.
"I'll show you the dark side."
"You may try," the man responded, determined. "But you cannot deny the truth that is your family."
She knew that the man had already got himself a sentence with these words. She could almost sense something switch inside Kylo right before he said:
"You're so right."
He ignited his lightsaber and struck him down immediately. Right after that came a blue blaster bolt from a weapon, one that could easily reach Y/N... Were it not for Kylo's quick reaction, who froze both the bolt and the man who shot it.
Her mouth fell agape as she saw who it was.
Dameron.
Stormtroopers brought him before Kylo, then knocked him to the ground, although it did not seem to have much effect on him.
"You!" Dameron exclaimed at the sight of her, much to Kylo's amusement. 
That moment did mess with her a little. She felt a bit too drunk on the power she had at the time, and put a hand on Kylo's shoulder as if to express it. Ren didn't stop her, he just smiled underneath his mask; he was proud of her.
"Nothing personal, Dameron." She laughed. "I quite like you. It's just... Were the circumstances a bit different..."
"You lying b..." he began, but one wave of Kylo's hand shut him up. He crouched to talk to him, forcing Y/N to take her hand back.
"The old man gave it to you."
"It's very hard to understand you with all the..."
"Search him," Kylo commanded.
"...Apparatus," Dameron finished, prompting Y/N to stifle a chuckle. He was right about that.
"Nothing, sir," the Stormtrooper said, having obeyed the command.
"Put him on board," Kylo decided, and so they obeyed again. Y/N was just about to open her mouth to speak when Captain Phasma approached them.
"Sir, the villagers?" she asked Kylo.
"Kill them all," he replied without hesitation, making Y/N gasp slightly. She knew Kylo was like this, yet it was still somehow shocking to see it with her own eyes.
"You're sure that's a good decision?" she asked, watching Phasma command the Stormtroopers to fire.
"You're questioning it? They were hiding him," Kylo said as if it was the only reasonable decision. "Come. Hux is surely awaiting the return of the soldier I had stolen from him, as he told me repeatedly after you left."
This did cause a small smile on her face. The fact that Hux fought for her even when she was not around mad her stomach flutter. Kylo began walking back towards the ship, but he stopped suddenly, focusing on one of the Stormtroopers... And then resumed walking as if nothing happened.
"You know what you and Hux have in common?" she asked as they were entering the ship again.
"Nothing, hopefully."
"You keep on talking about the other. Maybe you 
two just should talk more with each other instead of talking to me about the other, hm?" she teased, knowing it would drive him mad just like it did with Hux. In that way, they were quite similar.
"You're on thin ice," Kylo grunted, but she just laughed again.
"He says that too."
Not much later, Y/N found herself back in the safe and sound bridge of the Dreadnought. She walked in with Kylo to see Hux pacing back and forth, until he saw the two of them and approached them instantly.
"Finally. What took so long?"
Maker, was he glad to see her. He didn't even care Ren was at her side - the only thing that mattered was that she was safe and triumphant. She even still had her make-up on... And looked absolutely stunning to him.
"You should be grateful, General. We have a prisoner that has the information about the map," Kylo said, jerking his head towards the two Stormtroopers that were holding Dameron between them. Hux raised parted his lips in slight disbelief when he saw them.
"Sir, what do we do with him?" one of the Stormtroopers asked.
"Question him. And do not stop until he breaks," Kylo commanded, so they took Dameron out of the room, allowing Ren to turn back to Hux. "Now, you have your favourite back, General. She succeeded in everything, so you can stop complaining."
At that moment, Hux's happiness about seeing her was stronger than hatred for Ren. He looked at her and she gave him the smallest smile. They could see in the each other's eyes how much they wanted they threw themselves on the other.
"Well then. Good job, Lieutenant," Hux said diplomatically, keeping his hands behind his back so as to stay professional.
"Thank you, sir." She bowed her head, hiding her smile.
"You will go with me to my office and report on everything."
She tried to contain her excitement before replying. "Of course."
"I'll make sure our prisoner is treated well," Kylo said, then quickly walked out.
"Follow me, Lieutenant," Hux said to Y/N and she almost jogged after him. Now that Kylo was out of sight, she almost couldn't conceal her happiness.
Entering his Dreadnought quarters again provided indescribable feelings; it was there where everything started, after all. He went inside right after her and locked the door, then turned to face her, his arms wide open.
"Armitage," she breathed out with relief as she threw herself into his arms to hug him with all her might. He hugged her back with just as much if not more enthusiasm, elated that she was back there. Finally.
"You can't imagine how much I wanted to do this." She snuggled into his neck, pecking it. "It's been just twelve hours, but so much happened..."
"Do you want to rest?"
"Well, I wouldn't mind."
"Come, then." He grabbed her hand and began leading her to his living room. He gestured for her to sit on a small, black pouf, then settled himself behind her to take her jacket off. To her pleasant surprise, he threw it to the side and got his hands on her to massage her. He didn't think about it, it just seemed like a natural thing to do, to make her feel better...
"Did everything go as smoothly as Ren says?" he asked as he began to squeeze her shoulders, taking her to paradise in a matter of seconds.
"Yes. He was really pleased." She nodded, giving into his touch without hesitation. "Dameron was easy to deceive... But I couldn't stop thinking about you."
This reminded Hux of his jealousy, and what he was worried about even before she left...
"Did... Did you..." he began, then cursed himself for being unable of constructing a coherent sentence.
"Nothing happened. I didn't even touch him," she replied as if reading his thoughts. Hux smiled to himself, then kissed her neck.
"I missed you," he admitted in a whisper against her skin, yet again effortlessly giving her goosebumps. "You have that ability of making me want to see you all the time... Must be awfully convenient for you, Lieutenant."
She grinned to herself, knowing he was teasing her. "And that is an offense, I presume?"
"And don't you know the rules? Tsk..." He shook his head in disapproval.
"Oh, General, I thought you were going to reward me for my success."
"And what am I doing right now?" He squeezed her shoulders even more, causing her to let out a sigh. "You looked stunning," he added in another whisper that made her heart race.
"I wish I could dress up like this for you one day."
And there she was again, softening him like no one else could.
"I'll make sure to arrange that," he replied and, in his head, was determined to do it. "We can't be here long... I have much work to do now because of Ren's ideas."
"Armitage, don't worry, I understand," she turned to see his face, "I will jump back to my duties, too."
"You can rest today. You earned it."
"You're being pretty generous to me."
"You tell me why," he replied, prompting her to grab his face quickly and kiss him with all the passion she could muster. He responded with just as much eagerness; stars, he was so infatuated.
They were both breathless when they parted, excitement whirling everywhere.
"I'd better not rest today, Kylo will surely want something from me... So should I wipe my make-up off before putting on my uniform back again?"
"Let's say you can leave it on for today. And for tonight, for that matter."
She rubbed her hands. "Oh, and what happens tonight?" she asked as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
"You'll find out."
Around two hours later, Y/N was back at her console, in her uniform, and Malia was trying to ask all about her mission. She wanted to tell her, but it wasn't long before someone came to the bridge and told Hux that Dameron was not telling anything despite different methods they had tried on him. The General saw it as an opportunity...
"Lieutenant, why don't you question him?" He turned to Y/N. "After all, we got him thanks to you."
"Of course, General. Right away." She stood up.
"I will go with you," he added, making her take a deep breath. She wondered whether he wanted to help her or watch her in action - either way, she couldn't wait.
"Missed me, Dameron?" she asked confidently a few minutes later when she entered the questioning room with Hux behind her. Dameron was cuffed to a chair and had blood and bruises on his face, yet he still had enough will to glare daggers at her.
"Are you content with yourself?" he spat as she approached him. Hux was watching everything from next to the door, eager to see her in action.
"Listen, you're not bad." She sighed, crossing her arms on her chest. "It's just that we're on different sides of this conflict and I have a different man I want to be with."
The General shot her a warning glance, wondering what the hell she was doing, but she just shook her head. It's not like Dameron was any threat to them. Either way, Hux's heart began pounding faster, since it was the first time she had ever spoken about him to anyone else like this, even if indirectly.
"Now, I would love to speak with you about the map..." she continued as Dameron didn't reply. "My friends beat you up a little, sorry about that... But it would be easier if you just told us what you know."
She leaned in, making Hux wince slightly, but he composed himself in seconds.
"Want to tell me anything about the map?" she asked in a whisper.
"The only thing I want is to spit on you."
"Save that for your friends." She took a careful step back. "You were much nicer just hours ago... Should I just dress up again?"
He didn't speak at all and kept on glaring at her, so she shook her head again.
"See, General?" She turned her head towards Hux, giggling. "I told you men only go for the looks," she added jokingly, but after wearing that dress and getting the reactions she did, she was almost sure of it.
"Cut it, Lieutenant," he replied, pretending to be as serious as he'd normally be.
Y/N glanced at Dameron one last time. She could see, just by his eyes, that he wasn't going to tell her a thing. She must have been his most hated person on the ship.
"I think it's useless to waste our time here. Should I bring Kylo Ren in here, sir?" She turned to Hux again, and he nodded.
"That would be for the best."
Soon it was Kylo taking care of Dameron and getting information out of him by using the Force while Hux and Y/N were waiting in front of the door. The General decided he wanted to try something risky, just for the sake of it... And, making sure the nearest Stormtrooper couldn't hear him, he leaned in to whisper into Y/N's ear:
"It was one of the hottest things I've seen you do."
She gulped, her knees weakening right then and there. Maker, it aroused her so much she would not mind being taken right then and there, on everyone's eyes.
"Thank you, General."
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Always Be Prepared
Poe Dameron x Reader
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Written for Fictober 2023!
Fandom: Star Wars
Day 21 Prompt: "Just in case this doesn't work."
Summary: Poe and his SO are supposed to be completing a simple, subtle reconnaissance mission, but a complication might make the 'subtle' part challenging.
Word Count: 1,073
Category: Fluff
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"This is... not good."
My boyfriend, Poe Dameron, and I stood shoulder to shoulder, tucked into our hiding spot as we watched First Order troops crawl all over the ship we were supposed to be escaping on. We'd come to this world on an intelligence gathering mission. Unfortunately for us, we apparently hadn't gone completely unnoticed.
Poe shrugged, nudging his shoulder against mine. "I don't know, it could be worse. We could've been in the ship when they swarmed it."
I huffed a laugh. "I guess that's true. So what do we do now?"
"Hmm. Did you see any other ships around here that we could take off with instead?"
"Not unless you count the ships the First Order came in on. And somehow I don't think we're gonna have much luck taking one of those."
"Then we need a distraction. Something big enough to draw them away from our ship, so big that we actually have half a shot at getting past those troopers."
Poe and I hummed in thought, each scanning our surroundings and staring off into space to try to get some inspiration. We'd spent enough time studying maps of this place and actually combing through it in the past few hours that if there was anything to be done, we should've been able to figure it out.
My eyes wandered over the door we'd just come from, leading to the heart of the building, including its power core.
A crazy, stupid, terrible idea hit me like lightning. I turned to Poe and found him staring back, the same spark of insanity I'd fallen in love with glimmering behind his eyes.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked, a manic grin growing slowly on his face. I shook my head.
"I kind of hate to say this, but yeah, I think I am."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?"
A better, less dangerous idea, I thought, but didn't say it out loud. Poe and I had done and survived all kinds of crazy things in our time with the Resistance, both together and apart. If we'd made it this far, then odds were good that we'd keep making it. Right?
As one, we turned and headed in the opposite direction from our ship, back into the heart of the facility we'd stolen information from. With the discovery of our ship, security had surely been tightened, but we still made it to our target.
The building's energy core hummed before us like a giant glowing weak point. If someone were to blow it up, they'd certainly cause a distraction worthy of attention from a bunch of First Order stormtroopers.
"You know, I feel like it's concerning that we're so in sync about stuff like this," I said as Poe and I moved around the room, quickly identifying weak points where we could do the most damage with just a few charges.
"I think we should be more concerned about why you bring explosive charges with you every time we go on a mission."
I shrugged. "It's working out for us so far, isn't it? You never know when a fast and easy sabotage method might come in handy in our line of work."
"I... guess I can't argue with that," said Poe with a chuckle. We worked together to place the charges, then I hooked up a remote detonator while Poe watched the door. Once everything was set, I gave him a thumbs up and went to meet him by the door. We ducked and dodged through the ever-increasing security measures, thankfully, finally making it back to our hiding spot in front of our ship.
It seemed like another group or two of storm troopers had made their way over, and I knew it was only a matter of time until they started expanding their search radius. It wouldn't take them long to find Poe and I if we didn't do something soon.
"Alright, should we go for it?" I asked, holding the detonator up in question to Poe. Suddenly, this plan felt a lot riskier than before we'd actually been ready to implement it.
"Hold on, one more thing first."
With that, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard, and after a second's surprise I melted into him, kissing him back just as hard. After a few long, savored moments, Poe pulled away, leaving me a little breathless as I subconsciously trailed after him. He grinned.
"Just in case this doesn't work," he said by way of explanation. I just smiled and shook my head.
"Get ready to run to the ship and go like hell, Flyboy. Once I press this button, it's mostly on you to get us out of here. I'll watch our backs."
Poe winked at me, and I smiled back at him. I took a deep breath, trying to steel myself as best I could, then pushed the button on the detonator.
A moment later, an explosion rocked the building. All the stormtroopers in front of us dropped what they were doing to look up in shock, and as the chain reaction of the explosion continued, they started shouting and rushing towards the building to try to do something. As a result, our ship was left almost completely unguarded.
In perfect sync, Poe and I took off running. I let him get a bit ahead of me, then turned as I ran, ready to shoot at anyone who tried to stop our escape.
Lucky for us, the distraction had worked even better than planned. With a First Order facility literally going up in smoke, even the few people left on the other ships in the yard were too distracted to notice Poe and I taking off until it was basically too late to stop us.
Once we made it to Hyperspace headed back for Resistance HQ, I let myself relax all the way. I put a hand on Poe's shoulder and kissed him on the cheek, then flopped back in my seat to watch the stars streak by.
"Nice work," I sighed. "We should start giving classes on pulling off insane shit like that."
"I hate to break it to you, but we're not out of the woods yet, sweetheart."
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"One of us still has to explain the mess we left behind us to General Organa."
"Not it!"
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supernovafeather · 2 years
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All Night Long (18+)
FO!Poe Dameron x Resistance!F!Reader
Content : noncon, tentacles, dark!Poe, anal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, prisoner!reader, unprotected sex, bondage.
How easy. As always, how easy it is to trap some fearless Resistance pilot distracted by this illusion of such a rewarding victory over the First Order. But you were wrong. Oh, how wrong you were this time.
"Good evening little troublemaker." The black-suited pilot greets you warmly. "I told you we would catch you one day."
Poe Dameron kneels down next to the metallic table to get at the level of your blindfolded and gagged head. He smiles at the goosebumps he notices on your bare skin. His nemesis is all shivering, lying on her belly naked on that cold table. And you can't even warm up a bit, your wrists are tied up behind your back. Moving your legs doesn't work neither.
"This is what you get for being so hard to find." He says with a chuckle. "You could have been a good little soldier by accepting my last offer. The First Order pays well when you are efficient."
He stands up, pats your buttocks a few times with his black gloved hands without getting disturbed by your protests. You may move your hips as much as you want, it only makes your flesh wiggle even more. He has all the time in the world, more exactly all night before him.
"You're hot for a talented Commander. I thought they would recruit only some ugly angry peasant." He admit as he walks towards his favorite box fitting in his hand. "I wish we could solve our conflict differently."
He opens the small metal box and smiles at the dry and blue ball-like creature resting there. He examines it closely, anticipation making his own pants tighter for his own comfort. Poor little nemesis, you are going to have such an interesting night.
"But here is the only solution." He says as he puts the unmoving creature in a glass of water. "You wasted our time all too much for me to waste mine even more."
Poe doesn't listen to you angry and even furious groans and muffles screams as he leans on towards the glass, his hands grabbing his thighs in the process. He sees that thing starting to move and its thin tentacles starting to form. After a few seconds he plunges two fingers in it, taking the creature in his hands as he looks at it growing bigger in kind of weird pulsating motions.
"How are you going to tell your General if you ever manage to escape me ?" He whispers as he stops behind you, his eyes staring at your entrance previously shaved by droids. "How are you going to tell the world how good that felt to betray your friends ? Madness is easily reachable once your mind decides to give up."
He feels the slimy yet strong creature growing, its weight increasing on his hand and wrist, its three main tentacles now poking at his arms and chest to find anything to penetrate. The dozens of thinner ones are fast and wet, rolling and unrolling around his fingers to finds anything to stimulate.
"Yes you are going to love what I have for you little one." He whispers as his free hand rubs your right asscheek. "Are you afraid because you know you will or because you think I'll be what is going to pleasure you ?"
You let a confused and frustrated groan out, and while you are busy trying to whip your gag out of your mouth with brutal hand motions you expose yourself even more. Poe grabs your entrance with his previously free hand, lift your waist up and ignores your protest.
"Not wet." He observes without any surprise. "Well it's going to change trust me, I'm a man knowing the important of reliability." He starts to rub your lower lips with his thumb as you keep groaning.
After a while he smiles at the creature. Even eyeless it feels something is happening around it. Its bigger tentacles are heading towards you, and its weight sliding towards Dameron's fingers. It feels the hormonal disruption, maybe it can hear the wet sounds.
"Breathe in beautiful." He tells you as the tiny tentacles extends towards you, even longer than the big ones now. "It's coming for you and you only."
You don't feel it immediately and he watches the way it caresses your lips. It pokes repeatedly here and there, like tasting the thin layer of wetness you are letting out. You are back at protesting when it gets more insisting. Then you stop suddenly as six thin tentacles start to rub you up and down in different rhythm, two others now heading to your clit.
Poe bites his lips as he lets the creature falling onto the table and holds your ankles to the tables as you start to scream at the dozen of other similar tentacles erupting from the creature's "skin" attracted by your entrance. At the way you are struggling with your hips, it's getting you aroused by rubbing your clit.
Poe bites his lip as the big tentacles start to poke at your back and buttocks to find a way in you. It leaves a few wet stains here and there like some tongue would. Then they freeze as the tiny ones start invading your intimacy, your hips opening more as you try to break free.
"It's useless, it's useless." He says as the smaller tentacles start to open your hole like tiny fingers would. "You don't know what that is but I promise you'll love it."
A first main tentacle pokes at the crack between your asscheeks, then at your tight butthole before retracting at your brutal movement away from it. Then it poked down several times before circling around your entrance. Poe is certain if feels like some penis at the soft tip of it. And just like that, it penetrates you.
The pilot lets your legs go due to fear of getting kicked, his crotch now pulsating with need as he watches the large tentacle getting in and out of you. The tiny ones are back at the front hidden from him and your protesting and disgusted groans get even louder. Soon, you fall to the ground with a last-chance roll to the side, now laying on your back as the creature uses one of its blue tentacles as a rope to keep your legs folded and spread. Poe sees everything now, from your perked and bouncing breasts to the dozens of little arms rubbing your clit in a chaotic mess. The saliva drooling from your mouth down to your chin too, as well as the thick tentacle rubbing your walls effortlessly.
"Beautiful." He comments breathlessly as he slides his erection out of his pants. "You can't help yourself can you ?"
He laughs in disbelief as some of the thin tentacles now move down to your asscheeks.
"You are about to get even more spoiled." He says as he sits on the floor, rubbing himself as it spreads your cheeks drooling with your wetness.
Same process here : dozens of arms circling around your hole but this time Poe is a bit afraid of the state you could get in. After all he's there to humiliate you and for his own pleasure, not to get traumatized by it. So he kneels between your legs, spits several times at your hole and rubs it delicately with his finger to stimulate you. Without Inserting anything he feels you arching your hips up hard, orgasm clearly rushing to your core.
As soon as the tiniest hole open due to his ministrations he lets the room for several tentacles finding their way inside you. It's their turn to wiggle as it closes around them as a reflex, only attracting wet ones to help it to open again. It's enough for Poe to cum all over your entrance, his frustrated sigh translating his anger at himself. At least he finds it fascinating the way you are already cumming hard too, and also the way they manage to get inside you from behind more efficiently. They slide in and out, the big tentacle never stopping from penetrating your wet pussy. Then the last free one heads to your anus.
This time it's harder for it to enter you and your distressed scream almost makes Poe sad, but the way the tiny tentacles keep gathering his sperm to lubricate this hole is too distracting for that. He kneels down to watch both of your holes now full. Your clit finally gets some peace, except for this one cheeky tentacle heading back to it and pokes it once to make you cum once more at this simple touch. This makes you absorb the new tentacle in you deeper, you distressed words impossible to decipher as it starts grinding.
"Here you go little guy." Poe says affectionately as he rubs the entrance of your dilated butthole. "Have fun in there. What about you, waiting for your turn ?"
The one in your vagina stopped, certainly to leave some room to the new one. The tiny ones stopped for a while but soon resume to harass your overstimulated clit and vagina. Then Poe whistles as the creature alternates between the tentacles rubbing inside you. You are stuck in a perpetual orgasm despite the obvious rejection you have of the tentacle that just got inside you. But even that doesn't seem to embarrass you more than that after a while. You even stop fighting, moans and pleased screams obvious to Poe's ears.
"How lucky you are." He says to the one making your vagina clench around it again without stopping. "And you all too." He laughs out loud as he rubs the tiny ones still stimulating your clit. "You make her feel so good she'll never admit it."
Then comes the moment you cum from the ministrations in your butthole, your whole body shaking as you try to get rid off it by rubbing your back against the ground, but to no avail. Your legs remain in the alien's grip and remain spread, and the creature actively pleasuring you to no end. Poe is getting hard again now that he notices your fifth or sixth orgasm. He loves to see his sperm getting inside you thanks to that wonderful creature. You are all sweaty wearing only this gag and blindfold.
"I should have caught you sooner." He groans as he closes his eyes to listen to than moaning mess you are as well as all the disgusting wet sounds that never ends. "I should have caught you and make you cum all by myself. They're so kriffing lucky to have you that way."
Another pleasured jolt from you and you fall down to the ground, not even trying bathing as you let the tentacles do what they want of you. Your toes and feet move all the time, uncertain of how they should react. Your whole body is glistening with all the bizarre fluids leaking from everywhere.
Then it stops, the creature retracting the biggest tentacles before doing the same with the tiny ones, now forming this big slimy ball falling onto the ground as Poe keeps stroking himself. Your are shaking, your teeth clenching around your gag, your holes all too dilated to clench completely at the overstimulation.
Poe finally removes the fabrics from your mouth.
"Five hundreds." You say before moaning loudly. "Five hundreds. They're five hundreds."
"In the base itself ?" He asks.
"In the base yes. Five hundreds." You jolt as you clench several times in a row. "Half of them are pilots."
He laughs as his load lands on your face and in your throat, and watches you couching as you sit down, all the fluids drooling from your holes even more.
"Liar. They're two hundreds we know that."
He's quick to get back at the corner of the room he keeps his tentacled friends preciously and put that one back to it's box. It deserves some sleep for working so hard. Then he opens another box to find a green one completely dry. Same process, he puts it a bit in a water glass, its tentacles soon appearing.
"I'll show you what it was."
He kneels down next to you, takes your blindfold off and smiles at the disgusted and disturbed face you make. Your beauty got ruined with that plan.
"Get that off me." You protest before backing on your buttocks until getting stuck at the corner of the room. "Let me go."
"You lied." He states simply.
He hears your panicked screams as he throws the new creature right at your dilated entrance and walks out of the room, satisfied with his little interrogation. He gives a few orders to the Stormtroopers as he hears you struggling against the wall, then goes back to his room as he watches the recordings of what is happening to you and listens to it, stroking his soft shaft lazily. This time the tentacles got more original and bondaged you so you hang there by the ceiling, head to the ground as he sees everything they are doing to your holes. He has all night before him, hopefully he'll be able to get hard again in the morning.
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So, I woke at 2 with my brain going crazy and couldn't get back to sleep. The car I want to look at is still on the website so I sent an e-mail to the dealer to ask for a test drive this afternoon; praying it's still available and it's not a lemon, because it's exactly what I want. I also need to get my butt in gear and clean out my truck so I can put it up for sale. I just want it done. And I just want to stop crying all the time.
I need Poe (I'm gonna go re-read what I wrote yesterday)
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Every once in a while I remember that Rian Johnson invented Rose Tico because he originally had Finn (child soldier who was brought up with propaganda and any attempts at identity stomped out recently escaped the people that enslaved him) and Poe (child of the New Republic, grew up in peacetime) at Canto Bight together and saw no potential for conflict or real difference between them. And then I stare into the distance and contemplate what could have been.
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