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This is so adorable! ❤️ Poe and a cup of coffee waiting for you every morning? Who doesn’t want that?!

Not A Morning Person

Requested by @himbopoes​. She requested prompt #24  “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

Word Count: 804

Warnings: None? It’s all fluff and no real language

Taglist: @criminal-cookies​ @writingforhoursonend​ @thegirlwiththebook​

You were so not a morning person. The entire base knew it and knew to stay out of your space until at least an hour after you’d woken up or until you had had your caf. Poe Dameron was the only exception to that. He didn’t care how grumpy you were in the mornings and would often tease you. If you weren’t so kriffing tired when he did it, you would find it amusing. As it was, you just found the man almost insufferable in the mornings. No one should be that happy in the mornings. No one.

When you walked into the command center, you were glad to find it quiet. None of the squadrons were out yet so there wasn’t much going on and you always appreciated the quiet mornings. You took your seat at your desk, setting everything up for the day. Manning the comms could sometimes be intense and you preferred to have everything put together just in case of emergency. You were sitting, comm set resting around your neck, when Poe suddenly leaned on your desk. You jumped, having not seen him approach and managed to knock over some of your stuff.

“For kriffs sake!” You cursed, immediately grabbing for the stuff. Poe jumped up and began trying to help but you swatted his hand away.

“Somebody’s cranky.” Poe said, his tone heavy in amusement. It just irritated you further.

“Somebody needs to shut up.” You grumbled, straightening everything back out. Undeterred, Poe just laughed before holding up a cup of caf.

“So, I should just keep this then?” He teased. Your gaze zeroed in on the cup and you reached for it, but Poe pulled it out of your reach with a smirk. “Ah, what do you say?”

“Give me the caf before I murder you?” You pasted a fake sweet smile on your face and Poe just shook his head, his smirk still present. “Fine. May I please have the caf?”

“See! Not so hard.” He passed you the cup and you drank greedily from it, much to Poe’s amusement. 

“Thank you, Poe. Really.” You fiddled with the cup in your hands, a slight blush on your cheeks. You weren’t sure why he went through all this trouble but you really appreciated it, nonetheless. You didn’t see the way Poe’s face softened at your gratitude but you did look up in time to see a mischievous glint enter his eyes.

“You’re welcome. I need my payment though.” At this, your eyebrows raised. He’d never asked for ‘payment’ before and you shot him a strange look.

“What are you talking about, Dameron?”

“The price for a caf is one kiss.” He tapped his cheek. “Right here.”

You immediately blushed scarlet, looking up at him in shock. You stuttered, not able to get a word out and Poe just laughed.

“I’m messing with you, sweetheart.” As good as he was, you still caught the slight disappointment in his voice. Blinking, you took him in, the reality hitting you suddenly. Poe liked you. You had always brushed his kindness off as just that, but looking back you realize he was often even more friendly with you than others. Someone called his name and his head turned from you to face them. You were still reeling and missed what was said but Poe straightened up from his position.

“Well, duty calls, sweetheart.” He turned to walk away from your desk and without even thinking it through, you shot to your feet and put a hand on his shoulder. When he turned to face you, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to both his cheeks. He looked at you wide eyed and you gave him a soft smile, blushing all the while.

“Can’t let you leave without your payment, Commander.” You teased and you watched as his shock turned to excitement and he started grinning.

“I only brought you one caf though.”

“Well, I guess that just means you’ll have to bring me another some time.” You told him softly. He stepped up close to you, his hand coming up to grab one of yours. He gave you a soft squeeze, his eyes alight with happiness. 

“I can do that.” He told you softly. For a moment, the two of you stayed in your own world, just watching each other. The moment was broken, however, as Poe’s name was called again. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning?”

“I look forward to it.” You breathed out. The boyish grin on his face was a reward in itself. Poe gave your hand one last squeeze before taking off.

You spent the rest of the day grinning to yourself and when you walked into the command center the next morning, you were pleased to find your pilot and a cup of caf waiting for you.

This was...wow 😳🥵. I literally have no words. You’ve outdone yourself! Great job!!! ❤️

Isthereanypossibilityofdoingaslightspankingficforoneofpedroscharactersplease?

***Sooooooo this turned into something waaaaaayyyy different than I had originally planned. I literally thought of this in my sleep last night.

Punishment

The rumors that The Red Viper had taken a wife had swirled around King’s Landing, disbelief being met sigh with every retelling. The man was a known free love advocate. Traveled with his paramour and openly acknowledged the eight bastard daughters birthed to him with no recourse from his family. King Baratheon and his wife Cersei, dismissed the rumors as idle gossip.

Until that day when the ship that bore the glad of a red sun pierced by a golden spear docked, and Prince Oberyn lead his lady wife, Y/N Mormont, down the gangway of the ship.

“By the Gods, he did marry.” Robert Baratheon gawked as the Dornishman tucked her arm into the crook of his elbow and sauntered over to the greeting party.

The golden haired queen seethed at the beauty as they drew closer. “Probably just another one of his whores. Trying to gain favor with Dorne of all places.” She spat.

“Woman, you will hold that cursed tongue of yours.” Robert growled as he stepped forward, the thunderous look on his face fading away as he greeted the second son of House Martell with enthusiasm.

“Oberyn! I see the news of your marriage has not been mistaken. And to such a pretty lass.” He boomed, his hulking frame shaking as he came forward to embrace the Prince, clapping him on the back.

Turning to Y/N the King’s eyes flittered over her with hunger. “At one time, her father wanted me to marry her you know?” He held her hand while she curtsied and brought it to his hips for a kiss. “But Tywin convinced me that Cersei was to be the next Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Had the resources for the burgeoning army I led.”

Y/N Mormont was breathtakingly beautiful. Rich black hair tumbled down her back in loose curls. The emerald green eyes a shocking contrast. While on Bear Island, she had skin the color of fresh milk, pale and white. The sun and sand of Dorne had been good to her, making her skin honeyed and giving her a more exotic look that made the display of skin from her light dress even more tantalizing.

Cersei flushed as she gritted her teeth in anger. The insults her husband doled out just adding to the mocking smile the Prince shot her.

“Yes, well the Lannister’s always believe their golden lions made them better than everyone else.” The smooth accented voice was deadly like the spear he wielded in battle. “But gold is a cold and ridged spouse.”

Y/N’s eyes flashed in amusement as the King laughed at the veiled insult. The red mottled face of the Queen let her know that the devious woman would be seeking some sort of punishment for her perceived embarrassment.

****

Dinner was an affair that was quickly spiraling out of control. The King and Queen were very generous in the numerous cups of wine they imbibed. The sharp tongue of the woman growing more bold with every cup poured.

Y/N watched as she leaned back in her chair, newest drink her her hand as the barbs rolled off her tongue.

“Is House Mormont so destitute that you needed to trade yourself to Dorne?” She slurred slightly, her eyes narrowed in wicked glee.

Oberyn’s hand was on her knee, gently stroking the inside with his thumb. While they had retired to their rooms to freshen up, they had both agreed that Cersei would try to ignite their anger. But she didn’t understand, could never understand the bond that had formed between the pair.

“My family house is in good hands with Lady Lyanna leading it. I felt after the betrayal of my brother, my cousin would be better trusted by the throne. So it left me free to pursue other interests.” Y/N said as she picked out a plump grape from the bowl on the table before them and turned to slip it between her husband’s lips.

Cersei sneered, her lip curling viciously as she spat. “Orgies?”

Emerald green eyes snapped over to the blonde. Fire flashed in her eyes as she ignored the silent warning Oberyn gave her. Y/N was less skilled in veiling her insults, more blunt than a princess should be.

“Love. Something you would know little of. Perhaps if you did, your bed wouldn’t be cold.” Y/N shot back, aiming directly for the chink in the Queen’s armor. Everyone knew of the hushed rumors. The King having spent far more time with tavern wenches and whores than in Cersei’s bed.

Silence fell over the room as Y/N cursed herself inside. As much as she knew that Oberyn has enjoyed her barb, she had overstepped. Publicly insulting the Queen in such as brash manner had been reckless. People had lost their heads for less.

Blazing eyes turned towards the King, who sat with his mouth slightly open in surprise. “You will allow your wife, your Queen, to be treated so?” She ground out scathingly. “How far we have fallen. Soon enough there will be insults by every subject in the kingdom.”

Oberyn tensed next to Y/N. He knew what game she was playing. Even if they had not love for one another, Cersei could manipulate the vanity of the king exceedingly well. His reputation for being a leader was now being calling into question by a returned volley on an insult that had first been lobbed at his wife.

“Robert, if I may?” He interjected with an idle wave of his hand, trying to signify the menial impact of the situation. “In Dorne, we have very effective methods for dealing with a, shall we say, bratty wife.”

Dark eyes raked over her, Y/N lowering her head to stare at the hands folded in her lap. Looking for all appearances, a meek and submissive wife. Even as she chewed the inside of her lip to keep from smirking as Oberyn’s deft fingers inched higher under her dress.

A raucous laugh rang through the dining hall. “By the Gods, that’s what they are, aren’t they? Bratty wives. If they were our soldiers, we could just beat the hell out of them.” Robert thumped his hand down on the table with a loud belch. “But the Maesters say that it’s a bad example to set for the Kingdom, even if it would provide some peace from the harping.”

The dark haired prince joined in his laughter, his fingers rubbing circles on the inside of his wife’s thigh. A comfort and a message that he was playing his part. He despised everything about the ways of the North, from the way they treated people under their protection to the prudish ways they felt about love.

“What is this method you use?” Robert asked, reaching for his cup again.

He leaned back and pierced the King with a mild look. “If they wish to act like children, then our wives are treated as such. A spanking to remind them of their place in the world.” He casually threw out.

Only Y/N knew of the rigidity of his fingers, digging into the soft flesh of her skin. They were there to ease the tensions between Sunspear and King’s Landing. Robert’s reaction to Oberyn’s veiled suggestion would be the deciding factor on if those tensions increased. For she knew that The Red Viper would let no man touch what he considered his. And Y/N was most certainly his most prized possession in that regard.

The king sputtered for a moment before braying loudly. “PERFECT!” He shouted. “It’s settled. Y/N will receive her punishment and we will forget this ever-“

“Publicly.” Cersei called out, malicious glint in her eyes.

“Woman” Robert growled lowly, a warning.

Oberyn held up a hand. “But of course. After all, public humiliation requires a public punishment.”

He looked to the king, who rocked his jaw for a moment before nodding, signaling he agreed. It would shut the harpy up, and he could keep the thin shreds of his temper in check.

Y/N made a show of blushing as he pushed back his chair. The normal severe countenance of his face made the Queen believe that he was furious with his wife, but Y/N could see the humor dancing in his dark orbs. This wasn’t something that was unfamiliar to them. She acted reluctant as she dropped herself over the expanse of his thighs, feeling his arm brace across her back for stability.

The thin material of her gauzy dress slid up the back of her thighs, uncovering the swell of her rounded cheeks. Cersei scoffed at the fact that Lady Martell was bare under her dress, while her husband grunted in a reluctant amusement.

Rough hands, so familiar on her skin caressed the rounded flesh. She felt the quick squeeze, the playful grope before his stern voice rang out. “Count them out.”

A sharp crack was heard throughout the room as his palm came down against her ass.

“One!” Her surprised cry was loud.

The second blow was delivered to the opposite cheek, just as much force as the first strike. Y/N jolted on her husband’s lap.

“Two!” She sounded breathless, pained.

Strike after strike was reigned down on her sensitive skin. Her ass cheeks growing rosey and imprinted with the fingermarks of Oberyn’s large hands. Her cries made them think that she was enduring a horrible punishment, bit out with groans.

“Ten!” She whimpered.

Oberyn’s hand rested on the warm skin, while he looked to the king. Cersei was wide eyed as she saw Robert nodding in approval, a dark scowl crossing her face before she hid it behind her wine goblet.

Y/N squirmed a bit on his lap, looking uncomfortable but seeking the single finger that had slithered between her thighs to test the slickness that had grown there. She could feel his cock pulse against her stomach as the finger curled into the warmth.

Robert braced his hands on the table. “She will think twice before insulting her betters again.” He commented.

Y/N’s jaw clenched but she didn’t look up.

Her husband drew the layers of her skirts back over her ass before answering. “You are well aware of how fair ladies can be. I regret to say that we should retire so that Y/N can recover.” The lie rolled smoothly off his tongue.

Waving his hand, the King dismissed them. “Yes, I’m sure she would have trouble sitting that red little ass on the most comfortable of cushions right now.”

They stood swiftly and exited the hall. Y/N bolting for the hallway that lead to their chambers. Oberyn caught her hand to drag her back to him, pushing her up against the pillar, his mouth raking over hers lustfully.

“When we get back to our chamber, I’m going to fuck that wet cunt until Robert believes that spanking made you walk with a limp tomorrow.” He growled, biting at her lower lips harshly.

Y/N groaned as she reached between them to cup her husband’s cock. “Then hurry up so you can really punish me.”

“More like reward you for so wickedly insulting that bitch.”

She giggled as the Prince of Dorne grabbed her hand and sprinted down the hallway of the castle, bound for their chambers and a lustful night. She was already dripping wet from his spanking and now craved his cock.

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Okay, Poe and his daughter both getting starstruck by the reader is so cute! 😭 Hopefully we’ll get to see more of Effie hanging around the reader, trying to just follow her around, and Poe getting roped in to spending time with the both of them. This is so good!!! ❤️

Commanders ∫ Poe Dameron

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summary: single dad poe meets you, a badass pilot who has been working for the resitance off of her own back. when his daughter objects to one of his plans, you step in. effie dameron seems to have taken a liking to you, especially when you show you’re not afraid to backchat her father.

Though Q’Dar is rid of any First Order officers or Stormtroopers, every member of the Resistance huddles together to form a plan in fear of being. They all know that it won’t be long before the First Order strikes again and takes even more lives than it did when trying to invade Takodana and the thought makes Poe Dameron’s stomach churn. His daughter, Effie, stands beside him, her hands clinging to her father’s uniform as a way to soothe her nerves, rubbing her fingers over the fabric. She does this after a long mission - just to touch him, to make sure he’s still there. Poe doesn’t scold her, instead resting a hand on her shoulder delicately and smiling down at her. She’s so little, her eyes so big and full of concern and fury, and in every way she reminds Poe of himself. Effie Dameron a little spitfire and if Poe and the Resistance doesn’t defeat the First Order and something goes wrong, he knows she will.

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