23 year old chaotic good writing about the many adventures of her boyfriend, Adam Sackler, and a bunch of other boys that look strangely like him // 18+ only please! If age isnāt in your bio Iām going to block you, itās nothing personal! // Requests are o p e n
rating and warnings: rated t for injuries/burns, poe is worried that you're going to get yourself killed but this is otherwise tame and mild
summary: āone of these days, iām not going to be fast enough. iām not going to make it to you in time.ā
notes: @poetic-solo wouldn't let me post this until she read it i'm a prisoner in my own home-
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Thereās a dull ache on your right side that starts to pull you from your sleep. You instantly know that youāre in your bedāyou can hear the soft hum of the fan you insist on keeping in the bedroom. But itās otherwise silent throughout your quarters, save for the rhythmic sounds of your own breathing.Ā
You canāt open your eyes yet to confirm if youāre alone. You try, but theyāre just so heavy and honestly, with the pain growing stronger, you want nothing more than to fall back asleep. The medicine running through your veins is wearing off, youāre sure.Ā
This isnāt the first time youāve woken up. You know enough to know that youāre hurt, and you also know that you wonāt have to suffer through the pain long. Poe will be around shortly with another round of meds and bacta from the infirmary.
But you canāt remember what landed you in this position, not exactly at least. Youād been flying low on a planet in the outer rim when a swarm of pirates surrounded the squadron, and youād been grossly outnumbered. The dogfight that ensued was mostly blurry at this point. You only know that youāve been confined to your own bed and reliant on drugs to ease your pain forā¦youāre not even sure how long, really.Ā
More time passes as you try and try to pull anything from your memories, any little crumb that might be tucked away.Ā
The pain is getting worse, turning from a dull ache to a raging fire. It distracts you, keeps you from reaching those locked away thoughts. A cry catches in the back of your throat and you can finally open your eyes.
Poe is sitting at the very end of the bed with a syringe in hand, ready to push it through your IV like the medic taught him. But he doesnāt move. Heās just watching you, a deep frown etched into his handsome features. Youāre sure you are wearing one to match.
Youāre both quietāitās obvious that thereās something on his mind, something he needs to say, and youāre not sure if you want to hear it. Heās never looked so upset with you, borderline heartbroken. Suddenly any pain you were in didnāt come close to what was moving through his big brown eyes. It couldnāt even compare.Ā
He breaks the silence first.
āOne of these days,ā he starts, his voice cracking, shattering you further. āIām not going to be fast enough. Iām not going to make it to you in time.āĀ
The pain is tearing through your side now, but thatās not what brings tears to your eyes. āPoe-ā
āI thought you were dead. You were on fire when I pulled you-ā
Itās slowly starting to come back to you. Five ships, all larger than your X-Wings, all locked on Poe. Jumping in front of him, putting yourself between him and the danger and taking them out one by one. The two fighters that had been tracking you that you never saw shoot. Crashing to the ground, everything erupting around you.Ā
You remember the heat. You remember feeling it creep closer and closer as you dangled in your seat, hanging upside down by your seatbelt. You remember when the flames first licked at your skin. The way that you screamed.Ā
And then you were flat on your back, and the fire had stopped spreading but Maker did it still burn where it had already charred your skin. You remember Poeās voice, frantic and full of panic, even louder than it is now.Ā
ā-and youāre not even listening to me!ā
Poe never raises his voice at you, never at you. It catches you off guard. You want that medicine more than ever. The way heās looking at you makes you want to melt into the sheets.Ā
āI was just trying to keep you safe,ā you whisper quietly, sounding almost broken. Your bottom lip trembles and you can see Poeās shoulders sag as some of the fight leaves his bodyāheās not mad at you, not really. Heās just scared, and heās not used to feeling this way.Ā
āYou cannot risk yourself like that for me.ā His voice is low, still dripping with a bit of anger that youāre trying not to let sting. āNot again. This isnāt the first time Iāve thought Iād have to carry your body home.ā
Heās right. It wasnāt the first time. But-
āYou canāt expect me to sit there and watch you get taken out when I can do something about it.ā
āI canāt watch you die-ā
āTell me you wouldnāt do the same for me and Iāll stop. Tell me that you donāt.ā
Poe goes silent. He knows he canāt tell you that truthfully. You know it too, and you dare him to lie to you.Ā
But he never says anything, and youāre too heated to let the moment fade.Ā
āDo you really think I havenāt noticed how youāve assigned me the perfect spot in formation for you to always cut in front of me when weāre under attack?ā
āYouāre my second, of course thatās where Iām going to put-ā
āNo, donāt blame it on ranks. You know thatās not what it is, you know that if Jess or Snap or-ā
āIām your Commander,ā he finally snaps, effectively cutting you off and holding your gaze steady, begging you to fold first. āItās my job to make sure you make it home.ā
āI donāt give a damn if youāre the General, youāre my husband first,ā you counter immediately, refusing to be the one to back down. āWe made a commitment to each other.ā
Poe sighs, exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. But youāre not done.
āAnd if you do want to put it all on rankings, yeah, you are my Commander. And itās my job to keep your six so you donāt end up dead. Or worse.ā
Poe doesnāt ask what you mean, he already knows. Youāre the only person besides Leia heās confided in about his time on the Finalizer, the torture heād endured under Kyloās hand. You are the only person who has heard him scream in the middle of the night, the only one he lets hold him when he falls into a panic attack and cries. The only one who is able to remind him heās safe and not having his mind torn apart, because his fucking panic attacks feel like Kyloās digging through his brain.
Youāre not sure thereās middle ground for you here. You tell him as much.
āI canāt do what youāre asking me to do, baby,ā you mumble. āI canāt sit back and watch you get killed.ā
Heās still quiet, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. He knows heās being a hypocrite. He knows he would face a firing squad for you any day of the week.Ā
But he still fucking hates it, so he hangs his head and sighs to let you know as much. But he doesnāt push, for once he doesnāt become insufferable until he gets what he wants.
The pain in your side flares, and another whimper tries to escape you at the random surge that shoots through you. Your discomfort seems to kick Poe into action.Ā
āHere baby, Iāll make it go away,ā he whispers gently, pushing himself up from his seat. He pulls the cap off the syringe as he walks to you, tapping out the air bubbles like heād seen the medic do. He pushes the medicine through your IV port slowly, knowing he doesnāt have long before youāre pulled back into unconsciousness. He sets the syringe back down once itās empty and pushes his fingers through your hair.
āWill you stay?ā you mumble, reaching for his free hand, wanting nothing more than to intertwine your fingers with his.
He nods, locking your hands together, eight fingers crossed. āBaby, I havenāt left.ā
Youāre under again within a minute or two, pulled back into the darkness where nothing hurts and you can rest. Poe waits until youāre unconscious to apply the bacta to your side, his fingers gentle against your melted skin thatās looking better and better by the day.
warnings: porn with really no plot, alcohol consumption (and poe's kind of pushing it without really pushing it), rough sex, idk nothing special it's just drunk sex with your boyfriend after you leave a shitty bar for the night, i use āfuckā a lot because ākriffā just wasnāt hitting the way i needed it to
notes: happy may the fourth babies<3 i haven't written for my man in years but here he is
Itās rare that you find yourself able to step away from the fast paced, chaotic world this never ending war has brought upon the galaxy. You hardly have a moment to breathe before jumping from one mission onto the next.Ā
Not that you mind, of course you donāt mind. You knew what you were signing up for when you joined the Resistance.Ā
So of course you look a little out of place when you wind up with a night off after another successful mission and end up at a questionable bar with your comrades. The music is loud but so different from rapid gunfire, and itās dark but not like the endless galaxy outside of your X-Wing. The stimuli are so completely unfamiliar while harboring traits you should be accustomed to.Ā
One thing that you think will always be familiar, however, is Poe.Ā
He looks relaxed. Sure of himself. Confident. You know better than to believe that the man never feels nervous or out of place like youāre feeling now, though he couldāve fooled youāhe always seems so stoic, so sure, even when he has to fake it.Ā
But you know that heās not faking it now. He really is just relaxed, taking the full opportunity of a night away from the Resistance and the Order to let himself be. The crowd doesnāt bother him, the burn of alcohol sliding down his throat isnāt as foreign to him. He looks as comfortable here as he does when heās flying.Ā
And itās hot. You have to fucking admit, you find it so hot.Ā
Maybe itās the shot (two?) that heās ordered for you, maybe itās leftover adrenaline, youāre not sure. You think it could be because heās justā¦hot. Youāre allowed to objectify your boyfriend, right? It feels like youāre objectifying him. Oh Maker are you-
āHow many shots is it going to take to loosen you up, baby?ā
His voice shocks you out of your thoughts. Your eyes flash towards him and fuck, the way heās looking at you-
āAre you trying to get me drunk, General?ā
āMaybe.ā He says it so nonchalantly, like heās not doing something kind of questionable, something that shouldāve been a red flag for you.Ā
But itās Poe. You trust Poe.Ā
He clears his throat when you donāt answer and your attention is brought back to his infuriatingly handsome face. Heās always handsome, Gods he is so so good looking but the alcohol has you wanting to crawl into his lap and wrap your legs around his middle while he tangles a hand into the back of your hair and you wonder if youād be able to taste traces of booze-
You had to have made a face. Had to have. Poe looks amused and heās chuckling, watching you with that certain fondness in his stupid brown eyes that he only has for you.Ā
āCan we get a third?ā Poe asks the bartender (so it was two) as they make their round.Ā
You laugh quietly under your breath, cheeks warming just a bit. āSo you are trying to get me drunk.āĀ
āNo baby,ā he hums, easily slipping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. His body feels like it's on fire, heās always so warm and inviting and sturdy. Youāre able to release some of the tension that seems ever present in your body when heās holding you. āIām just tryinā to get you to relax is all.ā
āThat so?ā you hum, allowing your hand to inch its way under his shirt so you can gently touch the small of his back, craving skin to skin. He shivers.Ā
Poe only hums, his smile turning into more of a smirk as two shots are placed down in front of him. He slides yours across the bar towards you, raising the small glass to his lips just as you did, timing his shot so you take them together. Youāre getting used to the burn, but it still causes you to pull a face. Poe however, looks completely unphased by the scorching liquid sliding down his throat.Ā
And he missed a drop. Itās rolling down his neck, mingling with leftover sweat and oh no, oh no. You want to catch it for him before it dries and turns his skin sticky. You want to lean forward and lick the column of his throat and relish in that sweet and salty taste on your tongue that could only belong to him, you want-
You let your thoughts run wild for a moment, and again you would probably feel bad about some of the things youāre thinking but heās your boyfriend, it has to be okay.Ā
When that shot hits your bloodstream and that drop is still near his collarbone, you indulge in those not so innocent thoughts.Ā
You lean forward and grip the edge of his shirt gently, tugging it to the side, just enough to expose more of his collarbone to you. Poe watches with curious eyes and a tilt of his head, lips pursed, and heās about to ask what youāre doing when your tongue hits his warm skin and his words dissolve into the quietest of moans. You gently lap at the spot, only soaking his skin further and when you finally give him a little bite, let your teeth graze against his skin, he loses it.Ā
Heās the first to pull away, keeping his hands on your waist, eyes dark and locked on yours. You glance at him, looking him up and down once, twice, and you donāt remember his pants being so tight when youād walked into the bar.Ā
āWhat are you trying to do baby?ā he husks, voice strangled, trying to control his desire and failing miserably.Ā
You shrug, trying to keep it innocent. āI was just trying to clean you up.ā
His mouth falls slack, just a little, and his pupils are completely blown. He licks his lips and what shouldāve been such a simple action isnāt. His wet tongue peeking out of his mouth, running along his bottom lipā¦youāre struggling to keep your composure, just like him. You still donāt have the upper hand.
And Poe notices. Oh, of course he notices.Ā
āTell me what youāre thinking about honey.āĀ
He perches his elbow on the bar, tilting his head to the side as he regards you carefully, intent to hang onto your every word.Ā
But your words escape you. Completely escape you. Heās winning this game of cat and mouse and he knows it.Ā
Heās sure another round will get you talking, so he orders you each your fourth. You reach for the glass to throw it back but Poe stops you, easily plucking it from your fingers.Ā
āCāmere,ā he purrs, leaving his own glass on the counter as he grabs your chin and forces your head back. You open your mouth without him needing to ask, without needing to even think about it really.Ā
Itās so interesting, how you obey him even when thereās no verbal command given.Ā
Poe brings the glass to your lips and slowly starts to tip it back, letting the stinging liquid flow down your throat slowly this time, prolonging the burn. Once youāve finished the shot, Poe moves his grip from your jaw to the hair at the back of your neck and he pulls, bringing your lips crashing onto his. He smirks into it when your hands meet the tops of his thighs, and he thinks heās finally going to get you into his lap so he can discreetly grind against your ass while you makeout at the bar.Ā
But you dig your nails into his skin instead, pausing again, holding still.Ā
He groans quietly in the back of his throat and pulls away, just enough for him to look into your eyes, the furrow between his brows prominent.Ā
Youāre smiling, just a little bit, cheeks flushed and eyes a little wild. You lick your lips before you speak. āIf we start this here I donāt think Iād be able to stop you from bending me over the counter in front of everyone.ā
Poe tilts his head, as if heās considering how right you actually are when the reality is, yeah, he knows he would. If he could get away with it, if he was on a planet where nobody knew his name, he would.
āSo?ā he asks, unable to keep the amusement off his face and the little bit of humor out of his tone. āYouāre saying you donāt want everyone to watch you get split open on my cock?āĀ
You hit his chest, attempting to chastise him for his vulgar words but heās said worse, and you donāt actually hate it. Poe just laughs because he knows as much.Ā
āFine, fine,ā he chuckles, shaking his head as he runs his hands up your thighs, fingers grabbing onto your hips. āThen why donāt we get out of here before that happens, hm?ā
You donāt need him to ask twice. Youāre just as eager to get him somewhere quiet and alone.Ā
Poe throws a handful of credits, enough to pay for your drinks and probably more, down on the counter before standing with you. He reaches for his last shot, still untouched on the counter in front of him, and throws it back. He doesnāt even flinch, again, and his hand immediately falls to your lower back as he starts to guide you through the busy bar. Nobody looks your way, nobody pays attention because this isnāt anything new. Poeās only been going home with you for a long time now.
Youād already reserved quarters for the evening, knowing you wouldnāt want to fly back to base after getting hammered. The room isnāt anything fancy, but itās clean and the bed is softer than anything youāve laid on in years. Poe doesnāt even worry about taking off your clothes before heās pushing you down onto it.Ā
He kisses you and somehow his lips are even more frantic than they had been at the bar only ten minutes before. He moans as he licks into your mouth, familiar and warm, bringing one hand up to cup your jaw and keep you still for him. Youāre completely pliant underneath him while he kisses your breath away, letting him take the lead.Ā
His lips break away from yours though, sooner than youād like, and you whine but itās quickly replaced by a sharp gasp when he nips your collarbone. He closes his lips around your skin, sucking gently at first but then you can feel his teeth start to sink in. When he pulls back, he traces the small, red bruise with the tip of his finger.
āThatās for not letting everyone watch,ā he teases gently, his smirk playful. āI thought it would be a good reminder, but this will have to do.āĀ
āMm, I donāt think anyone really needs a reminder,ā you chuckle. You canāt help but dissolve into a quiet laugh, but the sound is cut short when Poe kisses you again.Ā
This time, he doesnāt pull away. Not until youāre panting and writhing underneath him, lips glossy and swollen, eyes glazed. His cock is so hard in his pants, itās a surprise the zipper didnāt bust. You rub your thighs together, trying to clench just right so you find some sort of relief. Youāre both more than ready, just from a little kissing and what youād call foreplay at the bar.Ā
Youāre pretty sure Poe Dameron could look at you a certain way and youād be ready, though. The thought makes you laugh again as he grabs your hips and easily flips you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up and back until your ass meets his clothed dick. He doesnāt ask you why youāre laughing, too preoccupied with tugging your pants down from your waist to your thighs, and just like before the sound is cut short again, replaced with a sharp gasp and a moan as his hand falls to your ass in a stinging slap.Ā
He smacks your ass a second time before you hear the soft clanking of metal, and you know heās undoing his belt. You bite your lip in anticipation as you feel him notch the tip of his cock at your entrance, but he doesnāt push into you any further than that, not yet. He wants to hear you whine for it.
And you do. You whine and you moan quietly and try to push yourself back onto him, but he doesnāt let you. Poe sighs, feigning disappointment, and not a second later you feel his hand wrap around your neck and heās pulling, pulling you up until your back meets his chest and his lips land at the shell of your ear, his breath hot and heavy.Ā
āSo kriffing needy,ā he hums as he finally slips all of the way inside of your tight body. āSo warm, and so kriffing, kriff-āĀ
āI think you might be the needy one,ā you whimper, turning your face to glance at him over your shoulder, except he never lets you, his fingers around your neck holding you effectively in place.Ā
Poe huffs, drawing his hips back before snapping them forward again, just once. Just to give you a taste. āI think you might want to hold onto something before I blow your back out.ā
Except he never lets you do that either, not before heās started a relentless pace against you, his hips slapping against your ass with each thrust and you wonder briefly if he actually could blow your back out like this. You wouldnāt be surprised. Heās almost brutal, the way he fucks you but itās exactly how you want it. Rough, fast, heated. You want to be completely surrounded by him.Ā
āThatās it baby, just take it. Just take it.āĀ
He has one arm wrapped tightly around your middle to keep you upright and close while his hand that had previously been around your neck drifts down to the hem of your shirt. He tugs the fabric over your head with as little difficulty as he can manage, bra coming with it, pace never changing. He watches your tits bounce over your shoulder as he fucks into you from behind, fingers slipping down to play with your clit.Ā
Your eyes roll back as he plucks pleasure from your body with each little stroke of his fingers and the delicious drag of his cock inside of you. His moans in your ear shoot straight to your pussy each and every time, and you feel like you canāt breathe. Heās fucking you so thoroughly, so deeply you feel like you can feel him in your throat.
Itās quick, and itās exactly how you need it. Itās not a night full of pleasure and cumming your brains out until youāre so cock drunk you canāt remember your own name, although you canāt seem to think of anything other than his. Or say anything for that matter.Ā Ā
He rubs your clit faster, applying just a little more pressure as he angles his hips up, bullying that spot inside of you over and over again.Ā
āKriff, baby, come on,ā he moans, tongue swiping out to lick along your ear. āIām gonna cum, I need you to cum too.āĀ
Youāre so close. Right on the edge of falling into oblivion but you just canāt quite get there. A little cry escapes your throat, one that makes a growl tear from Poeās.Ā
He collapses forward suddenly, caging you in under his body as he continues to rut himself into, chasing both his and your release like itās the most important mission heās ever completed. Itās then, once you are actually completely surrounded by him that you let go.Ā
Youāre not sure if the sounds leaving your body are moans or screams or some combination of both. Your hearing fades and your vision turns stark white behind your eyelids. Youāre not sure how long you stay there, suspended in absolute bliss before he lets you come down, slowly slowly slowly, fingers still playing with your clit as he finally stills inside of you. You can feel Poeās warm cum leaking out around him and dripping down onto the mattress below.
His lips are still at your ear, and you let yourself focus on the sound of his breathing as you try to remember how to do so properly. Youāre covered in sweat, but so is he, and your limbs feel like they weigh twice as much as usual. Itās so hard to move, and you donāt want to. You want to stay in this little bubble, trapped underneath him where all you have to do is lay there and take it like he tells you.Ā
You let yourself live in that little daydream as Poe settles on top of you, too tired himself to even pull out or roll over but you donāt mind. Not at all.
Taylor wrote an album about navigating the pressures of being a career woman in a society that says itās over telling women that their place is to be a wife and a mother but still do it anyway just not as blatantly
jake lockley x readerĀ (mentions of marc x reader and steven x reader)
word count: 2.7k+
excerpt:Ā āhe knows whatās next, heās watched you on your knees for marc and steven both, committing your face to memory so he can recall it when heās by himself with his hand wrapped around-ā
warnings: smut smut smut, jake losing his virginity. oral, male receiving. p in v sex. reader calls him papi once.Ā
Jakeās kissing you. His lips are chapped and somehow, he tastes different from Marc or Steven. He tastes like cinnamon, like spice and something else you canāt quite place but itās just so Jake. So entirely Jake.
His hands are on your hips, fingers tight, nails leaving little crescent shaped indents like the ones Marc wears on his chest. You know youāll have bruises in their place when you wake in the morning and examine yourself in the bathroom mirror, you know that Steven will fret and Marc will take Jakeās marks as a challenge.
Heās so sure in the way that he kisses, so confident in the way that he lets his hands slide up your body until he has your waist trapped between his hands. His grip isnāt any tighter, not really, but you feel more secure this way and Jake has more control over the way you move against him. He lays down, his back flush against the mattress and lips never leaving yours as you settle against his chest and become even more lost in him.
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So for years black girls have had to read fanfics where y/n was automatically described as being paled skinned with long flowing hair and blue eyes. We couldnāt relate to it exactly, it excluded us, it ignored us. But we read it cause it was all that was out there. Now when we start writing fanfics for other black girls to feel included and represented, now you all are saying that youĀ āācanāt relate to itā therefore donāt support black writers when we were supporting your work all those years even though you were acting like we donāt exist within these fandoms.Ā
Itās incredibly frustrating because Iāll be reading about the characters turning shades of pink and Iām like. I donāt turn pink. Black people donāt blush. If this is suppose to be reader insert why the hell is it saying that? I donāt have blue eyes or flowing hair? The actual heck.
Bruh donāt get me started, weāve come a long way but why are ppl complaining when we got something to ourselves? Jeez. You have trillions of stuff, let us have our own.
my patience is wearing so fucking thin I just got yelled at for picking bosc pears that had little bumps and scratches from the harvesting process last weekend and had to stand in the middle of the produce aisle and individually check each fucking one so I donāt get yelled at again Iām :)))
