#I'm currently leaning towards millennium

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What I really love is how everyone has their take(s) on when Mulder and Scully first slept together and they all make sense? I haven't ever read one yet that sounded impossible. The second night after they met? Maybe! After seven years of definitely not gazing at each other? Could be! Somewhere in the middle? Entirely possible!

[you1gnorant5lut]

"Wish I'd Died"

just a quick peek at what I'm currently working on.

Salim stared at his hands and wrists, bound together in cold, steel chains on the rusted metal table. The tiny, concrete room was silent, except for the screams coming from somewhere down the block. Salim had been down here long enough to recognize the sound and the voice of the man behind it. They called him Howlin' Hank, but his real name was John. He'd been locked up in this hellish place for months. The others said that he had abandoned his brigade in the dead of night in the middle of enemy territory. They'd been under fire and outnumbered 10 to 1. Every last one of his men had died, and he had narrowly escaped with his own life. The men who locked him down here claimed that there were no enemies. They claimed that he had broken psychologically and that he slaughtered his men in cold blood. 

Salim didn't know what to believe. He hadn't been there. Still, John was scheduled for court marshal in the morning. Tonight would be his last night. Once he was gone, there would be nothing but silence in Block C, cell 11108.

The iron-barred door squealed in protest as it slowly opened, and Salim heard the thud of heavy footsteps as a man in a pitch-black suit walked purposefully into Salim's cell. Salim continued to hang his head, staring at the raw, reddened skin of his wrists as the chair across from him scraped against the floor, and the suited man sat down, intertwining his long, boney fingers and placing his folded hands upon the table in front of him.

Salim could feel him staring, feel him pondering him, and he swallowed, the same old sense of humiliation and fear making his stomach knot with dread.

"You know why I'm here?" The man asked for the 100th time in a low, clear voice.

"Yes," Salim mumbled back, his shoulders sinking from exhaustion as he anticipated what was coming. "I know."

"Do you know who I am?"

"No. You never told me."

"Do you know who you are?"

"Lieutenant Salim Othman, Iraqi Army."

"Why are you here?"

"Simply put, I am a prisoner of war."

The suited man leaned back comfortably in his chair, his dark, beady eyes still fixed on Salim's face. "Good. Very good." he mused. "Shall we continue?"

Salim finally reared his head, the dim, fluorescent light from the singular bare bulb dangling above him exposing the skeletal outline of his low cheekbones and the dark circles rimming the outer edges of his sunken eyes. The faintest of smiles pulled at the bitter corners of his lips as he responded, in a low, gravelly voice, "If you'd like. I won't stop you."

"Very well, then. I see you haven't lost your spirit." The suited man said, offering a small smile in return as if he hadn't sensed Salim's passive hostility. "Alright then. Let's return to the subject at hand, the reason you landed yourself in this . . . fine establishment. Let's go back to May 2003, when you, alongside Captain Dar and a troop of your fellow soldiers, attacked Colonel King and his men on the outskirts of the Zagros Mountains. You, along with countless others and the aforementioned Colonel, fell through the ground and found yourselves . . . Hm, where did you find yourselves exactly?"

"The House of Ashes."

"What was that?"

Salim growled. "The House of Ashes."

"I'm sorry," The suited man chuckled lightly, "I'm not one for myths. I like facts. So, I'll ask you again. Where were you?"

"A Sumerian Temple."

"Yes! Yes, thank you. A lost temple, buried beneath the earth on which you stood, lost to humanity for what would seem to be a millennium. Until you rediscovered it, that is. But, out of all the men who were trapped down there, you, Salim Othman, were the only survivor. Now, that right there just tickles me the wrong way. Something doesn't add up. And that, my friend, is the real reason you are here. Right?"

Salim held his tongue. He'd heard this conversation before, at least a hundred times, and he knew where it was going. It was headed towards the same dark places that it had gone before, and Salim could feel his chest tightening, his heart burning as the torture-fogged memories began to reemerge, just like they always did.

(Sorry for this weird gap I don't know how to fix it)

The suited man stood, the chair grating against the floor again as he looked down at Salim with small, cold eyes. He circled the table, his hands folded behind his back, and Salim listened to the thud of his polished black loafers against the concrete floor.

"Out of all those men trapped down there with you, you were the lone survivor. All of them, trained soldiers," he paused purposefully, leaning down to hiss into Salim's ear, "Marines."

Salim felt a pang through his chest, and his eyes stung, tears pricking them as his throat tightened.

The suited man continued walking, still circling the table like a vulture over a carcass. "Nick Kay. Joey Gomez. Nathan Merwin. Oh, am I forgetting someone? Hm. Ah, yes! The best of the best, Lieutenant Jason Kolchek. From what I've gleaned from your story over the past few months, you two, well," he chuckled, "you two were pretty close. Inseparable really. You were friends, right? Or was it something more? Well? What do you think it was?"

Salim swallowed past the lump in his throat, his voice tight as he answered, "We didn't know each other for very long."

"So? What difference does that make? It's not like you're calling it 'love at first sight,' right? Now that would be a long shot." The suited man mocked him, a devilish grin tugging at the thin corners of his lips.

"We talked. We were little more than acquaintances. Alright? How many times must I tell you this?"

"Well," the man began menacingly. "I know there's something you're keeping from me. Something related to Kolchek, and if I have to beat it out of you, I will. You said the cavern caved. My men had to dig you out, so we can attest to that part of your little story, but what we don't know is what happened in that quaint little rock bubble. So, I'd like for you to tell me. Are we going to do this the easy way or the hard way, Lieutenant?"

"It's not important what happened."

There was a loud thud as the suited man slammed his fists down on the metal table. Salim jumped slightly, his breath catching in his throat.

"Not important?!" The suit yelled, his voice hoarse as it filled the dreary, concrete room. "We found you sitting next to Lieutenant Kolchek's corpse, the latter with a bullet through his skull and a stake through his chest, so you say that again. I dare you. Say it to my fucking face!"

"He was turning!" Salim shouted back, tears burning his cheeks as they began to pour down his face. "He told me to do it!"

"Bullshit!"

"He begged me!"

"You're a goddamn liar!"

Salim felt knuckles collide with his face, and he threw his head back, closing his eyes as he felt the blood pooling in his nostrils, the pain slowly receding to a dull ache as the seconds ticked by in a dread-filled silence.

"Liar."

[angel-anoetic]

Hey! 🌿 here, I really like the Reader in the Philza one shots you have, could I please have some of their adventures and them playing slightly prophetic songs to some people on the SMP when the people are children? Because I think that would be so cool!

🌿 I AM WORKING ON ALL YOUR REQUESTS RN /positive!! I was absolutely swamped with school work but I'm back. Love the request and I hope you enjoy it!!

Wanderer pt. 3

Genre: /plat, headcanons (in which Phil and reader are travel buddies w/ adventures and ballads that can predict the future)

Warnings: NONE!

Previous: pt 1; pt 2 pt. 4 pt. 5

masterlist <3

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The first time you and Phil had to fight your way through something had been a few days after you began your travels together! He was ranting about how millenniums ago he had been able to use his wings a bit more when you were suddenly ambushed.

Pillagers. They had surrounded you both into a small, dense clearing in the woods. Phil had stepped up, taking on the ones he could. But he began to struggle as the pillagers began to gather around him. Luckily, writing music wasn't the only thing you could do. You both took a few bruises that day, but you were able to escape with a few new items.

Another time, you and Phil had wandered into a village that was seemingly convinced that you were a long-awaited goddess and that he was an entity from another world. While they weren't completely wrong, you both had decided to get out of there before it got weird, not waiting to see if anything culty would happen.

Towards the last time you had seen him, you both ran into a young pirate. She initially was aggressive but soon warmed up to your personality. She had listened to you explain your and Philza's most treacherous adventure, through a deep cave. Then she had taken notice of your songbook. How could you resist singing her some kind of song?

Here she comes to land oh men

Can't you see?

She will lead with bravery

A heart not fond of gold

She leaned into the words, relying on them almost.

Do not test her loyalty

or she will leave you cold

The young captain nodded along to the tune as you continued. She felt the words resonated deep within her. Perhaps for a story untold.

Maybe two years after you and Phil had parted ways, you stumbled upon a young boy, tattered jeans, messy brown hair, and the wildest colored goggles and sweatshirt you had ever seen.

After a few minutes of chatting, you offered to sing him a song. He had agreed and sat patiently as you readied yourself.

See the centuries

Float on by

Time does not stay the same

What can one do

When its never the right day?

Karl, you had learned to be his name, began to giggle at the prospect of time being changeable. Oh, if only either of you had known.

Do not let your fears take hold

Maybe two years ago, you had found a young enderman, or at least a descendant of one. The poor thing had been curled up next to a tree, tears staining his face.

"Excuse me." He gasped and moved away, pausing when he noticed the apple in your hand. "Its alright, are you okay?"

He explained what had happened and you sat in one another's presence. Then a melody came to you.

Do not live in the fear

Choose those who mean the most

Protect what you love

Never give in to the voice inside

The young man looked taken aback but complimented your voice nonetheless.

That wouldn't be the last time you'd see any of those people, whether they'd recognize you were another story, but there was little doubt that you have guided them to where they ended up, even if it was unintentional.

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Hello everyone, I'm currently dealing with some unknown illness and maybe uploading less! So sorry for the inconvenience, I will be doing my best to post when I can <3

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Peace - (Poe dameron x fem!reader)

Folklore series Part 3/4

A/N: Phew THIS ONE! so many ~emOtIOnS~. So, time has passed since Part 2, wherein they've fallen more and more in love and they’ve both told their parents about the other one and its gettin kind of SERIOUS. We’re picking back up in TROS time period.

Warnings: oral sex (F recieving), penetrative sex, curse words, orgasm, 18+, NSFW, the usual. 

Word Count: 5.2K yeet

Two fingers moving lightly over your cheek awoke you.

Your eyebrows furrowed and blue morning light pulled your eyelids to open. You grumbled and squinted in the growing light.

An arm tightened around your waist and pillowy lips found your jaw. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Poe whispered, his tone honeyed.

You groaned and clenched your aching back, a chorus of pops running down you.

Poe chuckled softly on your cheek and made a trail of kisses from your jaw down the curve of your neck.

"Since when do you wake up earlier than I do?" You growled.

"Couldn't stay asleep last night. I've been up since 4 this morning." He admitted. His stubble tickled your neck and collarbone.

You looked over to him, your eyes still squinted. "What?"

He smirked and his curls brushed back and forth on your cheek. His mouth sucked on a spot of your collarbone that somehow remained untouched by hickeys.

A warm jitter zipped through your body and you felt your mind clear. You reached a hand over to run through his thick hair.

"Babe..." You whispered.

Poe's arms tightened around your waist and his warm chest pressed tightly into yours.

You smiled and let out a deep breath.

Your mother had warned you about going back to Poe when you had Holomessaged to tell her the news. Her eyebrows had furrowed and her tone had become harsh. She had recounted you desperately fleeing the Resistance base to return to your home world. She reminded you of how fully you had shattered on her doorstep, falling back into her comfort and security instead of Poe's.

'We talked about what happened, Mom. About everything. And I think...I think he's grown. He listened to what I had to say and changed some things.'  You had explained to her.

'Pssh, we'll see how long that lasts. He's the Resistance poster boy; he's too cocky. I don't trust him, joganfruit.' She had countered.

"What time is it?" You whispered, cutting your mother's memory off before she could become any more inflamed.

Poe murmured and looked over at the holoprojector on his bedside table. "5:30."

You grumbled and wiggled yourself closer to him. There was still a few hours left to steal before life would awaken and call you away from Poe. You sighed happily and pulled the blanket up to your chin, closing your eyes and getting readjusted.

Your ex-boyfriend now turned serious boyfriend ran his fingers slowly from your hair line, over your scalp and then down your neck. He pressed soft kisses on your warm temple and murmured on your skin, "Can I ask you something, sweetheart?"

You smirked, keeping your eyes closed, and nodded yes.

"Would you still want to be with me if I wasn't Poe Dameron?" He whispered. His words hovered thickly on the skin of your cheek.

You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. Your eyebrows scrunched and compassion flooded your expression. You reached a hand up to cup his face. You smiled softly and replied, "Who would you be then?"

Poe chuckled, but his undertone was serious. "No, I mean like...if I wasn't a General. If I wasn't in the Resistance." His dark eyes reached out for yours, grasping desperately for you to steady him. His heart, so normally overtaken with passion and determination, now sat vulnerable in front of you. He took the meat of his lip into his mouth as he watched your face.

You leaned up from your pillow and kissed him softly, both of your hands around his face. "I'm going to love you no matter where you go, or what job you have, or whoever you become. We're two parts of the same star, remember?" You swiped a thumb across his eyelid gently.

Poe looked down at you, his eyebrows tensed with emotion and ran his thumb over one of your eyelids softly. "Two parts of the same star." He echoed.

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"Dad? Dad, I'm having a hard time hearing you." Poe said, his words terse. His eyes scanned the empty locker room, asking for some kind of guarantee of solitude.

His father's image shook and his words came out garbled. Holomessaging wasn't very popular in the rural lands of Yavin 4.

"Poe? Can you hear me?" Kes asked.

"Yeah, I can hear you. You're breaking up though."

"Lemme try..." Kes began and Poe could hear footsteps crunching on gravel.

Suddenly, Kes appeared clearly in the Holoprojector.

The Resistance General smiled. "Hey, Dad." Poe said again.

"Hi, son." Kes replied. "How's the Resistance?"

Poe sighed and shifted his weight. "We're still kicking. Barely."

"As long as there is one person willing-" Kes began.

Poe finished his father's tired mantra. "to stand against tyranny, hope is never lost."

Kes nodded and beamed at his son's morality.

"Dad, I wanted to ask you-"

"I heard about Leia." Kes said solemnly.

Poe nodded. "Yeah, we're...." He swallowed, for emotion had risen in his throat. "We're still trying to work through it."

"I can't imagine what that's like, son. Who took over her command?"

"Well, me and Finn-"

"You're the General?!" Kes exclaimed.

"I-" Poe tried to explain.

Kes was too overwhelmed to hear him. "Poe, your mother would be so proud of you! She is so proud of you." He corrected himself.

"I've been trying to do my best...Thanks." Poe debated about whether or not he should explain to his father about his shared command with Finn, but decided it could wait for another time.  He clutched his mother's ring hanging around his chest and said, "Dad, I need to ask you something."

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For what felt like the hundredth time, your eyes ran across the shotty Arebesh scrawled onto the holodocument displayed in front of you.

You held your chin in one hand and chewed on the side of your lip as you thought. Mumbling to yourself you said, "So, if Senator Lago and the Kanjiklub are working together. How do they connect to the First Order?"

Your mind felt as if it was smashing against a brick wall over and over again.

Thankfully, the whir of a certain orange and white ball droid averted your attention.

You twisted in your seat and smiled when you saw BB-8. "Hey, buddy." You said and jumped down from your chair to talk with him. You bent down to your knees and scratched his sides.

The droid opened up a large compartment in his side to reveal a wiry bouquet of purple and yellow flowers.

You smirked and took them from BB.

A note dangled from the flowers that read, 'Meet me in the hangar. -Poe'

You blushed and shook your head. Surrendering to the tsunami of hopelessness you had been feeling all day, you began to shut off the holotable and gather your books and papers.

Giddiness built in your chest as you and BB-8 moved quickly through the Ajan Kloss Base to you and Poe's quarters. You dropped your books and papers by the door and began to search through your closet for something to wear. You chose one of Poe's t-shirts and a dependable pair of jeans.

"Don't look!" You scolded BB-8 as you began to take off your uniform.

The little droid beeped and blooped in embarrassment, before zipping quickly through the door and towards the hangar.

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Excitement and curiosity bubbled in your chest as you turned the corner to the hangar. There Poe stood, one of his arms on the Millennium Falcon and the other fiddled with his belt loop. BB-8 whirred softly around him, taking a visual catalog of the Falcon's current state.

You clutched the flimsy bouquet of flowers tight in your hands and started towards them. At the sound of your footsteps, the most handsome man you had ever seen turned to you. His face was quickly overwhelmed with a smile and his arms opened toward you. "Sweetheart, hey. You made it." He said as you pressed into his chest.

You wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed a hot kiss on his neck. "The General is gonna be so mad at me for skipping out early if he finds out."

Poe chuckled and moved you away from his chest to press his lips against yours. "I won't tell if you won't." He said after pulling away from your kiss.

You blushed, chuckled, and playfully hit his chest. The two of you walked onto the landing dock of the Falcon, his arm around your waist and yours wrapped tightly around his middle.

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The orange sun drooped low across the waves of Kothlis. The red and purple suns not too far behind it. Their colors drew painted lines across your and Poe's intertwined bodies, buried in the black sand below you.

"I think you ruined my tan." You whispered as your fingers combed through Poe's dark hair.

His body had been laying almost on top of yours for the better part of two hours, his skin hot and sticky against yours. His mouth sucked on your collarbone, the same spot he had worked on earlier in the morning, and he responded, "You don't need a tan anyway."

You smirked and readjusted the sunglasses resting on your nose. Napping on the shores of a beach planet with Poe Dameron was not how you expected this day to end, but you never could predict how any day with Poe was bound to go.

"We should probably go soon. They'll be worried about us." You said.

Poe groaned and tightened his hands on your bare ribcage, his thumb tracing the line of your bra.

You blushed and ran a thumb back and forth across his stubbly cheek. "Come on, babe. Get up."

Poe shook his head, his dark curls bouncing.

You smirked and called for BB-8 to start up the Falcon.

The little droid awoke from his resting state and moved, unsure, through the dark sand toward the hidden freighter down the shoreline.

Poe's hands dug into your ribcage, hard, and you gasped softly. "Poe, come on."

The man refused to let his mouth go from your collarbone. His eyebrows sat heavily on his forehead and you could almost see his hands shaking on your skin.

You put a gentle hand on his stirring ones and squeezed. "What's wrong?"

Poe's lips left your skin and he breathed out heavily. The General sat up and turned his back to you. He looked out over the lapping water and sighed. He ran a hand across his face and then chewed on his bottom lip.

You sat up and gently placed a hand on his defined back. You ran your hand up and down his shoulder blade before reaching up to give his tense neck a squeeze.

The man looked down at his knees, pulled tight to his chest, and then back out to the water.

"I don't-" Poe started. "Ugh," He exclaimed to himself. "I don't know what to do."

"About what?" You asked softly.

Poe mindlessly grabbed a handful of black sand and squeezed it so tight it slipped through his grasp. His dark eyes looked back at you under a cocked eyebrow and then returned to gaze at the on-coming waves. Poe sighed once more and then looked back at you again, "I'm in love with you."

You smiled and scooted forward to cup his face in your hand. "I know you are, dummy. I'm in love with you too." You kissed him sweetly, grasping the chain that held his mother's ring.

Poe broke the kiss and began to draw small designs in the sand. He swallowed loudly. "Sweetheart, I-" He blinked rapidly. "I talked to my dad and he, uh, he has some land on Yavin 4 that we could," Poe ran out of air and began again, out of breath, "he said we could build a home on."

You sat back on your haunches. Your mouth parted and your eyebrows pursed. Visions of you and Poe's home, deep in the warm jungles of Yavin 4, flew through your mind. You saw the warm morning light stream through the bedroom windows and Poe's sleepy face on the first day he would be able to sleep in after the war was won. You saw the garden of herbs and vegetables in your backyard. You saw a little black-haired girl screaming and running as her father chased her through the same lands his father had chased his son on.

Unable to control them, your eyes began to water. You looked out over the ocean and your breath came in heavy pounds against your ribcage, not unlike the waves against the shoreline before you.

"I'm not asking you to settle down, not if you don't want to, but..." Poe took your hand and pulled you back to the present. "I would."

Your eyes met his and you suddenly felt overtaken by his gaze. Looking at him now felt as if you had never seen him before, every curve and angle of his face utterly breathtaking.

"If you want to, I'll do it." He whispered. He reached a hand out to rub his thumb across your face softly.

You placed a hand gently on his outstretched arm and kissed his wrist, pressing your lips tightly into his skin.

"What do you think, sweetheart?" He asked again.

A warm breeze wafted off of the ocean and relaxed your overwhelmed mind. "I want to, of course I want to." You admitted.

One side of Poe's mouth quirked upwards as you continued.

Reality careened it's cruel voice into your thoughts. "But...what if," You took a deep breath and averted your gaze from your boyfriend's. "What if I lose you? Or you lose me? I couldn't-" You shook your head, the thought of being without him, once so mundane, now was absolutely unbearable.  

Gently, Poe moved your gaze back to him. "I know, I know. But, what if we don't lose each other? What if we make it, sweetheart? What if this thing we're doing...works out?" His voice clipped towards the end of his question.

Tears spilled from the sides of your eyes, one after another. You pulled dry pieces of skin from your lips using your teeth.

Your boyfriend continued, "I told my dad," Poe took a shaking breath. "that I felt like I had lived my whole life just waiting to meet you. Waiting for the way that you looked at me the night we met."

You let out a quiet sob and Poe fought through his own emotion as he said, "If I'm gonna die, I want-" He swallowed. "I want to die with you having been the last person I loved." Poe squeezed your hand.

You wiped your tears with the back of your free hand.

"You don't have to answer now, but please, just, think about it." Poe's eyes were big and looked up into yours.

You nodded yes and leaned forward, pressing your lips harshly into his. You gripped his hair in between your fingers and pressed your body against his warm one.

Poe clutched your back with both of his hands, one on the middle of your shoulder blades and the other resting across the curve of your ass.

You pulled on his lips, hard. You were desperate to fill him with the glowing passion spilling from your chest.

Poe gently pushed your shoulders away from him and said, the space between your mouths hot and humid. "If we make it and we win this thing, people will come looking for us."

You sat back on your legs once more and Poe's hands dropped to his sides.

"We will never be able to truly have peace. We'll always have to hide from First Order sympathizers."

You dropped your gaze to the sand on your beach towels.

"But," Poe said, the lightness in his voice returning, "I would be with you when they do." He moved a finger under your chin and pressed against it, tilting your gaze upwards.

The General smirked slightly and his eyes ran over your features, searching for a response.

Your eyes caught on the ring around his neck and you pictured it glinting and glimmering on your finger. How you would work with it on your hand, shining in between gadgetry and espionage. How you would hold Poe's face with it there to decorate the both of you. You pulled your eyes from the shining band and back to Poe's.

Looking at him now, the sunset painting his face in warm purples and pinks, every touch of his skin, the smiles on your neck, the tight grip on your hips, rang loudly in your ears. Every morning spent curled up in bed years ago and all the mornings just these past few months flashed through your mind. You thought of his nibbles on your ear and how your name sounded falling from his lips. He seemed to beat as loudly in your ears as your own heartbeat. Your hands began to shake and your chest thumped loudly.

"Just, think about it, okay?" He whispered, his face clearly wanting an answer now.

You nodded and flung your arms around his neck. You pushed your breasts firmly into his chest and buried your mouth into his neck.

Poe ran a hand over the back of your head and kissed your temple. He drug his hand down to support your back and with the other he moved your jaw so that you could kiss his lips.

You obliged him, pressing your tongue against his bottom lip.

Poe adjusted your legs around his torso, pressing your panties against the growing tent in his pants, and opened his mouth to you.

You moaned as you moved your tongue into his mouth and began to dance with his own. Your hands held his face and tangled in his inky curls.

The pilot moved his hands to cup your ass and then whispered, "Let's get to the ship." He squeezed your butt once before drawing his hands down your legs as you moved to stand.

The pair of you stood, grabbed the beach towels,  and almost jogged to the primed and ready Millennium Falcon.

You followed after Poe up the landing ramp and were greeted by a grumpy BB-8. The droid zoomed around the ship, bored from waiting so long.

"Hey, sorry buddy." Poe apologized to his mechanical friend. "We're ready now."

BB-8 whirred to the spot in the hallway where his mechanical arms could steady him and waited.

You followed Poe to the cockpit and watched the muscles in his back shift as he began the pre-lift off calculations.

His brow furrowed and he mumbled to himself as he worked, thinking as fast as he could.

You placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a firm kiss on his cheek. "I'll meet you in the General's quarters." You whispered before pulling away from him.

He nodded, one of his hands reaching down to squeeze your almost naked ass.

You blushed and turned from him to go to the only bedroom on the ship.  

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A few agonizing moments passed as you waited for Poe. Your mind raced with his words and the depths from which they had come. You wiggled backwards on the bed and closed your eyes. You let out a deep breath and moved a hand slowly down your body, stopping to tease your nipples, and then finding a way under the soaked cloth of your underwear. Slowly, to drag it out and keep yourself wet for Poe, you moved your fingers up and down your slit. You allowed your mind to wander through all the things you loved about your boyfriend. 'Or is he my fiance now?' You thought. The mere thought of spending the rest of your life beside the impulsive pilot pushed a new wave of moisture out of you. You moaned gently to yourself, letting your head roll to the side as your fingers teased your entrance.

The door hissed open and Poe was already tugging down his boxer shorts as he crossed the threshold. He stepped out of the fabric and quickly climbed onto the bed and over your scantily clad body. "BB-8 is in hanging in the corridor in rest mode."

You smiled and rubbed yourself faster now, as the cool of his mother's ring meeting the hot skin in between your breasts.

"Un-uh." Poe said and pulled your hand from out of your underwear.

You whined as the friction left you and Poe took your wet fingers in his mouth.

He ran his tongue down your finger and his mouth sucked on them persistently.

You moaned and your mouth gaped open. You could feel your pussy begin to throb, aching for him. Your back arched off of the bed and your hips jutted upwards to hit his.

Poe chuckled and let your fingers drop from his mouth with a loud slurp.

Your head reared back gently.

"You want me to show you how much I love you, sweet girl?" He asked, his voice low and throaty. His lips planted sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck.

"Yes." You breathed. You tried to reach your hand downwards to satisfy your burning core, but Poe caught it mid-reach.

"I'm the only one who gets to make your pussy cum."

Your eyes fluttered closed and a whine fell from your lips. Your hips moved to touch his.

Poe pushed your hips back down to the bed with both of his palms. He pressed his hands tightly over your hipbone. He kissed your stomach softly, creating a path down to the tip of your panties.

"Poe, please..." You whined, your core already soaking through the fabric. Your body squirmed under his grasp.

Poe dipped down to suck on the soaked fabric, graciously pulling some of your aching folds into his mouth.

You gasped and squirmed under him.

"Please what?" He asked, his breath hot hovering over your pussy. He ensnared your thighs with his arms, wrapping them underneath him, and then began to press soft kisses around your folds, allowing pressure everywhere except where you needed it most.

You cooed and jolted away from him.

Poe wiggled you back towards his mouth and continued his barrage of kisses.

"Please, fuck me, please." Your eyebrows tensed over your clamped shut eyelids. Your hands curled into the grey sheets below you.

Poe chuckled low in his chest, and you could feel it on your thigh. He snuck two fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and wiggled it down your hips and then down your legs. He flung the garmet on the floor behind him. His dark curls tickled your stomach as he blessedly licked your dripping folds. His tongue moved up and down the slit, slowly, gently, teasingly. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy and sucked gently.

You whined loudly and reached a hand down to yank on his hair. A jolt of energy seemed to zip through your back, kicking it up from the bed below you.

Poe moved his tongue towards your entrance, darting back and forth quickly before spreading you even more with his fingers. "You always taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He whispered. He closed his eyes and curled his tongue inside you.

Heat worked it's way from Poe's mouth, through your body, to escape through your shaking hands.  

Poe moved and began to lick rapidly at your clit and then worked back down to your entrance.

You yelped and your legs tensed around his head. You had to stop yourself from crushing his skull.

"Ow, baby." He smiled, pushing your legs gently apart again. His mouth moved back upwards to suck on your clit and then gently ran the pad of his thumb over your entrance before inserting a finger into you.

You cried out and you could feel his finger jerking quickly inside you. "Maker, fuck!" You exclaimed, your hand tensing in Poe's onyx-colored hair. Your thighs seized around his head and your eyes jerked up to watch him. You could feel your body tensing on the verge of orgasm, deathly close to falling over the edge.

He moved his hand even quicker now, the wetness of you squelching around him. His eyes met yours as his mouth moved from your clit to kiss you. Your wetness was still on his lips as his skin pressed into yours.

You happily licked the moisture off of him, reaching your tongue in his mouth as his finger jerked rapidly inside you.

"Close, sweetheart?" He asked, momentarily breaking your contact.

You nodded and gasped as he moved his thumb to work your clit in his other hands absence. Both of his fingers moved in unison and the new sensation quickly overwhelmed you.

Like the crack of a whip, tendrils of warmth overcame your body, leaving your mind lightheaded. You felt your muscles clench around his finger and your body begin to shudder. You yanked his hair, hard, and let out multiple loud yelps as your orgasm barreled through you. Waves of uncontrollable pleasure crashed into you, clearing your mind of absolutely everything except Poe Dameron.

Speaking of, the man leaned to press steadying kisses to the space in between your breasts. His hands slowed inside you as your body shook against his own. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of you. He whispered, his breath hot on your neck. "Can I put my cock inside you, sweetheart?"

You forced your water-logged head up from the pillow and breathed, "You?" hoping he would know what you meant.

Poe shook his head no as he moved to take one of your erect nipples in his mouth. The stubble on his face scratched your delicate skin. "It's all for you this time."

You moaned and your back lifted off the mattress below you. "Please." You said through gritted teeth.

Poe ran your nub in between his teeth gently, twisting back and forth. "Is that a yes?"

You groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure. "Poe, please fuck me." Your back jerking from the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin.

The pilot smirked and released your breast from his mouth. He sat back on his haunches and began to line his now fully erect penis up with your dripping cunt.

You pulled your bottom lip inside your mouth as a sweet pressure overwhelmed you. Your eyebrows pulled together and you allowed your head to fall back against the pillow behind you. You could feel your body adjusting to him, and after you nodded that you were ready, Poe began to move.

The man breathed out through his teeth and grunted in pleasure. His body slowly moved above yours, his cock kissing every ridge inside you.

You closed your eyes and felt pleasure melt down your shoulders and drip down your naked body. You began to mirror Poe's movements, absorbing the force of his thrusts.

One of Poe's wide hands took your jaw in it's grasp. He moved it downwards so that your eyes looked into his. "Look at me, baby." He growled.

You felt yourself clench around him and you moaned in response, your eyes automatically flitting closed.

His grip on your jaw tightened as the force of his thrusts ricocheted through your body. Poe moaned loudly.  "Look at me while I fuck you."

You exclaimed and forced your eyes to open.

Poe's deep brown eyes locked onto yours, pulling you to fall into him. To trust him. To spend your life with him. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched your face twist up in pleasure.

The intensity of his gaze easily overwhelmed you and sent shivers down your body.

Poe wrapped a hand behind your head to cup your neck and rested the other on your thigh pressed against his. "Sit up."

"What?" You asked, your breath shallow in your chest.

"Sit up." Poe repeated, gently moving his dick out of you.

You moaned without him and had to wrangle your focus to sit yourself upright.

Poe took both of your legs and wrapped them around his hips.

You hoisted yourself up and sat flush against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips pulled on a spot on his smooth chest.

The pilot lined himself up with you again and then gently pushed your hips down onto himself.

Your mouth flew open and your head reared back. Your eyebrows tensed, your eyes closed, and an undiscovered pressure filled your abdomen. Your head lolled to the side and a loud moan escaped you. You forced your eyes open and watched Poe's face as you settled around him.

The General moaned and sucked in air through his teeth. "Holy shit. Does that feel good to you?" His voice airy and dark.

"Oh my god, yes." You whispered. You took his chain in your mouth and began to kiss the soft skin where it had been.

Poe began to thrust himself upwards into you and the pair of you exclaimed loudly.

You clenched his bare back in your grasp.

Poe held your ass in his hands, spreading you to fit better around him. He moved slowly at first, both of you getting used to the new position.

Overwhelming desire moved you to bite the meat of Poe's neck gently. Your body shook against his.

As much as he could in this position, Poe worked to piston his dick in and out of you, forcing you to relish every ridge and friction he gave you.

Your toes curled and tears pricked at the sides of your vision. "Fuck, baby." You cooed.

Poe growled and pulled your collarbone into his mouth harshly. "I never want to fuck anyone else but you." He whispered.

You exclaimed and tears fell from your eyes. You felt yourself clamp down on Poe's dick and heard him moan in response. "I'm-" Your head lolled backwards. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over me." He whispered, his words shot warm rockets across your bare chest. His hips thrust harder now, running to snatch your orgasm from you.

You screamed and your body began to shake violently. Your muscles all seemed to take a deep breath, rejuvenated by the man in front of you. Your vision blurred and your mind was overwhelmed by the sensation of Poe inside you.

Poe pulled you flush to his chest, pressing a centering hand to your back. His mouth softly kissed your shoulder and his cock moved still.

You moaned as the last of your trembles left you and consciousness seemed to return.

Poe let you fall to the mattress below him.

Your head lolled from side to side and your eyes flitted open. "Holy shit." You breathed, reaching out to curl your fingers in Poe's hair. "Where'd you learn that one?"

The pilot placed a burning kiss to your lips and replied, "Kijimii."

You snickered as he began to suck on your earlobe and neck. "You want me to take care of you?" You asked, your voice breathy.

"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."

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Here is the next chapter, I really don't know what else to say except enjoy!

(Yellow's pov)

"I'm sorry Yellow, but I can't help anymore, I've done all I've can," Steven Universe says over a diamond communicator "I'd love to keep helping you look for her, but I've got some stuff I need to do on earth, but–" I cut him off.

"No, no, I get it. You've spent a lot of your time helping me look for Blue, I'm very grateful, I'll keep you updated if we find anything" I say exhaustedly.

"Sorry, " he apologizes again " what I was going to say was, after I'm done with the stuff I need to do, I'll come back and help" he determinedly says.

I sadly smile at him, but it quickly vanishes as I say goodbye to him and hang up. I rub my tired eyes, ever since Blue has gone missing, I've been working my ass off trying to find her.

But I've had no hope, we'll expect for all the quartz's Blue Pearl found poofed on the Oasis's moon. But they don't even know where they're keeping her.

And every rotation that I've lost searching is another rotation she could be shattered or worse.

And to make matters worse, she is still pregnant. I groan at that last part. I need to get off my ass and go out and search planets.

But instead of doing that, I am currently sitting on my bed wasting time.  I let out a tired front as I get off of the bed, I summon a yellow screen and I send a message to Yellow Pearl, telling her to get my ship ready.

As soon as Yellow Pearl says it's ready hastily warp to my ship. The huge golden ship is gleaming in the sunlight, I sadly sigh as I glance at Blue's unused ship.

"I will find you" I mutter to myself. I climb up the many flights of stairs to reach the entrance of the ship. I carelessly stomp through the empty golden halls of the ship, only slowing down when I reach the cockpit.

I throw myself into the somewhat comfortable driver's seat, I take a deep breath to prepare myself as my right arm is engulfed by a golden light. I relax once the noise of the engines starts roaring as I leave the ground. The beautiful purple-blue sky of homeworld quickly changes into the inky blackness of space.

I tilt my arm more towards the right to steer the huge ship to an old galaxy the I haven't visited in eons.

(Blues pov)

I groan as I slowly sit up. The bright sunlight that pours in my small cell nearly blinds me for a few seconds. I rub the exhaustion from my eyes, I'm being very careful that I don't move my very injured arm.

It stopped bleeding a while ago, but it still hurts like a bitch whenever I move. Which is why I only move off of the bed to grab food.

Luckily, none of the fusions have visited me yet. After three days they finally gave me another pillow, a nice soft plush one! They probably think that I won't destroy this one, which is true.

I delicately comb my thin hand through my dirty hair, I gingerly put my weaker hand on my big baby belly. I'm now currently seven and a half months pregnant starting today.

I sigh as hunger washes over me, I slowly reach over from the bed to "Padparadscha" a small pink and orange plant.

I slowly grab all the small sour fruits that the plant produces. I quickly shovel all six of them into my mouth, I twitch from the very sour taste.

As soon as I swallow the last of the nasty fruit a large group of gems walks into my cell. With, of course, they're two leaders at the front.

"Finally you're awake!" Black opal says happily "We've, I mean she" Opal nods to the huge pastel fusion standing next to her "thought today would be a great day to run medical scans!"

"Yes, today we will heal your arm" the pastel fusion glares at my still bandaged arm "and check up on the gemlings," she says smoothly.

She ushers the medical gems to bring the equipment forward. "Luckily, since someone gave the command to slice your arm open," she says harshly, the smaller of the two fusions takes a few nervous steps back "we hopefully won't need to restrain you very much"

"I wouldn't say that" I grit through my teeth.

"If you thrash about, you'll only make it worse," the big fusion says gently. She presses a button the lets the medical gems into my small cell "we don't want to hurt you"

"My sliced arm says otherwise" I sneer.

"That was a mistake from someone who was having 'fun' " she glares at Black Opal with all four black eyes.

"W-well I see that I'm not needed" Opal squeaks. She quickly turns around and runs out of the room.

"Thank the stars" I quietly mutter to myself.

The big fusion only shakes her head, her long rainbow locks following her every move "I, won't hurt you. And I'll make sure she won't either"

"Cause that reassures me soo much," I say sarcastically.

"It should. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way" her soft voice sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fine, I choose the easy way" I sigh.

"Good, good, there really no reason to put up a fight. In the end, we both want the same thing" she evilly grins.

"We do?"

"In a way, I won't explain it ...but I will say that we both want the gemlings to be nice and healthy" she gestures the gems to bring the scanner forward.

I sit as still as I possibly can while they use a small handheld scanner to scan me and remove the makeshift bandaid around my now stinging arm.

I let out a low hiss as they put some sort of healing paste on it and wrap it back up. "That should clear up rather soon," a small aquamarine with a squeaky voice says.

I weakly smile at her as the other gems work on getting the scanner to work. After a few long minutes of them just pressing buttons and muttering to themselves, the small gems finally get the scanner to work.

"Sorry 'bout that boss, it's an older model so we had to convert it from solar to a fuel system" a dark blue and gold Lapis Lazuli scratches her head.

"Why did you do that?" The tall fusion slightly raises her voice.

"I'm sorry, but it's the only way we could get it to work" the Lapis shrinks back.

"Fine. It's fine. Just hurry it up" the fusion snaps. The Lapis nods and tells the other gems to hurry it up.

And finally, the scanner actually does its job for once and quickly scans me from head to toe. Only beeping when it hits my belly and my arm.

"Alright, here are the results" a Peridot hands a light green screen to the pastel fusion.

"Finally" she quietly mumbles "good news! Aside from your arm being cut open, you're perfectly fine." She shoots me a grin.

"And that means?" I lean forward a bit.

"It means you're fine, and the gemlings are growing just as intended." She hands the screen back to the small Peridot, the fusion signals all the gems to leave.

As soon as she steps past the electric field, it quickly closes, leaving no evidence of its opening.

I gently lay down on my back, careful not to disturb my arm. I close my eyes and wait for the big metal doors to close.

I place my non-injured arm in my baby belly, tracing slow circles on top. "Don't worry, Yellow will come for us soon. You two can count on it" I whisper to the gemlings and myself.

I pull the now clean and soft thin blanket over me. I stare up at the ceiling, the green sunlight from the tiny window dances across the room.

"I hope"

(Yellow's pov)

Useless.

This is utterly useless.

I've been searching planet after planet, moon after moon, but nothing. No trace of any gems, gem ships, or working gem tech.

I angrily drum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne and sloppily dodge any and all asteroids that are in my way.

And I've searched all asteroid belts and no sign of anything. I don't understand, I should have found her by now.

Their base should've popped up on the radar....Unless.....They're invisible....

Ha! Invisible! That sounds like something that Steven would suggest...Although, I do recall White asking me to stop working on something like that a millennium ago..... Unless someone started working on it again. Damn this just became a thousand times harder.

I jerk my hand off of the steering platform, causing the ship to come to an abrupt halt. I summon a screen and quickly type my theory to both White and Steven.

Even if he won't be searching I told him I'll keep him updated. As soon as that's done, I pull up the star map and locate the nearest planet.

I hastily put my hand back on the steering platform, too impatient to wait for the golden light to consume my arm I jerk my hand forward cause the ship to go as fast as it possibly can.

I slow down when I come to a very familiar area and a very familiar planet. Automatically, my ship pulls up a screen showing information about this planet.

Most of the file has been lost, except for the name of the planet (which was planet 2947). But the planet is large, hollowed out, and red.

I carefully land my ship on the ancient landing pad, it lets out a slight creak as I fully land on it. I turn off the engines and a golden bubble surrounds me.

I don't have much hope for this planet but it never hurts to look. After cycles of wandering around, I decide to go back to the ship and go to the next one.

The second planet I've searched used to be a water planet with purple water and gorgeous blue skies. But now it's once bluegrass is now murky brown mud.

If I remember correctly, this was my second colony. I cautiously cross a dried-up river bed, I kick a small rock across a field of dead grass. This is useless, nothing is out here.

It isn't until a strange, quiet, beeping noise stops me from leaving. I quickly whip around, I start a light jog back through the field until the beeping stops.

Out of the corner of my eye, a small pink object quickly looks up and disappears in the grass. I quickly chase after it, luckily the being is a very bright shade of pink so I easily find it.

I grab the small pink being, it has long fluffy pink hair that covers most of her face, with skin a few shades darker. They're wearing a short pink dress with tons of ruffles.

"Sapphire, how did you get here and what are you doing here?" I ask.

She slightly squirms in my fist, her small hands pound on mine. "Please let me go" her soft voice pleads.

I sigh and release my tight hold on her, she neatly sits in my hands with hers neatly crossed in her lap.

"I know why you're here, but what you're looking for is nowhere near" she calmly says.

"Don't give me that bullshit, if you know where Blue is, then tell me" I say angrily.

"I don't know what planetoid she is on directly, but I do know the galaxy" she tucks some loose strands of her fluffy hair behind her ear.

"Then. Hurry. Up. And. Tell. Me."

The pink sapphire stops to think, she runs her chin with her small involved hand. "You will find her in the Stracks galaxy" she grins.

I look away from the small gem to think "The Stracks..." I mutter to myself, all the anger quickly seeps out of me. My eyes slowly slide back to the still grinning gem "I don't think I've heard of that galaxy"

"It was where White Diamond's first few colonies (besides homeworld) were. Most didn't have any materials, so they were spared" The pink Sapphire says "I suspect that she is on one of those spared planets"

"Thank you. Thank you so much!" I chirp.

"My pleasure" she grins again.

"I do have one question" I set the little sapphire on the ground "why are you here?"

"We both have someone to look for, and I highly suspect that she is here" the pink sapphire brushes any of the dirt off of her dress and floats away.

"Umm, good luck" I quickly say before I turn around and head for the ship.

Don't worry I'm coming Blue.