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campingwiththecharmings · 1 year

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Invisible String

AN: This is another one I started back in July of 2022 and am just now finishing! I had intended for it to be cute and kinda funny but it ended up being a little...I don't think angsty is the right word, but it has a little more feels than I'd anticipated lol. I dunno, I like how it turned out. Hope you all do too! ❤️

(Un-beta’d)

You're a new medic in the Resistance and you keep running into a certain pilot in the medbay.

Rated: T Words: 6,019 Pairing: Poe Dameron x GN!Reader Warnings: feelings of loneliness, mutual pining, a little awkwardness (but like the sweet kind not the cringey kind) (i hope lol), references to violence, injuries of varying degrees AO3

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The Resistance base on D’Qar was bigger than you’d expected. Then again, most things were bigger than the little outpost you’d called home for the last few years. When you’d heard HQ needed medics, you’d jumped at the chance to leave the backwater moon you’d been stationed on. Now that you’re here, though, you’re wondering if you’d made the right decision. Every day here is somehow more chaotic than the last and, while you feel like you’re adapting pretty well, you’re a little lonely. Sure, you’re friendly with people, especially the other medics, but making friends isn’t exactly at the top of most people’s to-do lists these days. Everyone’s too busy. Too busy to show you around the base, too busy to get a drink with you, too busy to get to know you….

Needless to say, it’s been a rough couple of months.

“Hey,” someone calls, dragging you from your thoughts, “Can I get some help over here, please?”

Two men enter the bustling medbay, one of which seems to be supporting the other. Without a second thought, you rush over, pulling on a pair of gloves as you go.

“What happened?” you ask the man who appears to be uninjured, gesturing him over to a free bed in your section.

“He hit his head,” the man says, nodding toward his friend as he helps him sit on the bed.

"I swear to the Maker that ladder came out of nowhere," the other man mutters, grimacing a little as the gash on his forehead oozes slightly.

You nod, grabbing a clean towel and gently pressing it against the wound. The man hisses, flinching at the pressure.

“Sorry,” you mutter, chewing on your lip as you search your pockets for your work light with your free hand. When you find it, you turn your attention back to the uninjured man.

“Hold this,” you instruct, indicating the towel on the injured man’s forehead. He does as asked, watching as you tilt his friend’s chin up and briefly shine your light in his eyes.

“What’s that do?” the injured man asks, squinting into the light.

You move it a couple more times before clicking it off and putting it away. “I'm checking you for a head injury.”

“And?” the other man asks, looking a little concerned.

You glance at him, smiling softly as you search the cart beside the bed for a bacta patch. “He’ll be fine.”

“See, Finn? I told you,” the injured man grumbles before pushing himself up from the bed.

“Whoa,” you say, bracing your hands on his shoulders when he wobbles a little, “Take it easy.”

Your touch pulls his attention to you and he stops, gaze locking with yours. Something in his eyes makes you feel seen, exposed, and your face warms a little.

“Yeah, Poe, take it easy,” Finn scolds as he helps his friend sit back down.

You look away, mentally shaking yourself as you prepare the bacta patch for his head.

“He wasn’t gonna come, you know,” Finn tells you, pointing at his friend. “I had to practically drag him here.”

You briefly glance at the two men and see Poe rolls his eyes. “That’s because I’m fine. Right, Doc?”

“You are fine, yes,” you agree, ignoring the (incorrect) honorific as you gingerly place the patch over the gash in his forehead, “But it doesn’t hurt to make sure.”

Finn makes a noise of agreement and you bite back a smile as you finish applying the bandage.

“Well, you’re all set,” you say, meeting Poe’s eyes with a teasing brow. “Try not to walk into any more ladders.”

Finn snorts, clapping his friend on the back. Poe chuckles, looking sheepish as he briefly glances away from your amused gaze. “I’ll do my best.”

—

You’re bored.

It’s the middle of the night, you’re the only medic on shift, and you’re bored.

You sigh, shifting on your stool then wincing when the muscles in your lower back protest. The metal wheels squeak as you stand and stretch with a groan. It’s been slow tonight, which you guess is a good thing, but it certainly isn’t making your shift go by any quicker.

Just as you’re wondering how you’re going to spend the next few hours, the medbay door slides open. You turn, gazing at a coughing, soot-covered man and a white and orange droid.

“Maker, what happened?” you ask, ushering him over to the closest bed.

“Engine fire,” he explains between coughing fits.

You nod, quickly grabbing a breath mask from the cabinet and racing back over to him.

“Here,” you say, helping him fit the mask over his mouth and nose.

He nods in thanks as another coughing fit causes his dark curls to fall into his eyes.

“Deep, slow breaths, okay?” you instruct softly, a soothing hand on his shoulder.

He nods again, coughs subsiding a little as his breathing steadies. You study him in silence for a moment when you realize you’ve met before.

“Poe, right?” you guess, smiling slightly when he meets your eyes and nods a third time. “Are you injured anywhere else?”

“Don’t think so,” he croaks, his voice slightly muffled by the breath mask. “Didn’t burn my eyebrows off, did I?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “No, it appears they’ve been spared.”

“Well, thank the Maker,” he jokes as another cough wracks his body.

The droid beside him beeps angrily and Poe sighs wearily. You bite back a smile, fighting the urge to chuckle at the interaction. “What’s he saying?”

He waves a hand at you as if to say it doesn’t matter, and this results in even more beeps from the droid.

“Seems like he’s a little upset with you,” you deduce, shooting him a knowing look.

He scoffs, his breathing almost normal now. “That’s an understatement,” he mutters, briefly glancing at the little droid.

“Why? What’d you do?”

“What makes you think I did something?”

Silent, you raise a teasing brow at him.

He huffs a laugh after a moment, the action sending him into another, albeit less intense, coughing fit.

“Easy,” you say softly, adjusting the seal of the mask on his face.

He nods, his eyes briefly locking with yours before his attention is pulled away once more by his droid. It beeps at him again, this time sounding more morose than angry. Poe sighs, his shoulders sagging a little as he reaches down to lay a hand on the little droid’s head. “I know, buddy. I’m glad you’re okay too.”

Your heart swells at the exchange and you briefly turn away to give them a little privacy. After a minute or two, you turn to check the gauge on the breath mask. His oxygen levels are now above normal, despite the occasional coughing fit, so you remove it and set it aside.

“Small sips,” you instruct, handing him a cup of water.

Poe mumbles a thanks and takes it from you, his fingers brushing against yours. You ignore the jolt that zips through you at his touch, turning away again to busy yourself with your next task.

When you return a moment later with a damp cloth, he furrows his brow in confusion. “What’s that for?”

“I just want to make sure there are no other injuries before I discharge you,” you say, smiling as you gesture to his soot-covered face.

“Right,” he laughs, shifting a little on the bed.

You angle his chin up and begin gently wiping the grime off his face. You work in silence, feeling Poe’s eyes on you as you turn his head this way and that. When the cloth you’re using is no longer clean, you stop, turning away with the intention of getting another. As a result, you almost trip over Poe’s droid.

“Oh,” you exclaim in surprise as the droid rolls back a bit, cocking its head to look up at you. “Hello.”

He beeps at you happily and you chuckle.

“Sorry. This is BB-8,” Poe says from behind you, fondness in his voice.

“It’s nice to meet you, BB-8,” you say, introducing yourself as you crouch down to the droid’s level. “Is it safe to assume you’re the reason Poe still has his eyebrows?”

Poe snorts and you can’t help the warmth that unfurls in your chest at the sound. BB-8 beeps excitedly at you again in response and you find yourself wishing that you understood Binary.

“How long have you two been together?” you ask, turning your head to direct the question to Poe.

He shrugs. “At this point, I can’t really remember a time when we weren’t.”

Your smile is a little sad as you stand to your feet, his brown eyes warm when you meet them. “Sounds nice. Always having someone, I mean.”

There’s a pause as you turn, walking to the cabinet and rifling through it in search of another cloth. When you find one, you move toward the sink in the corner to wet it, squeezing out the excess liquid so it doesn’t drip all over the floor. You lower yourself back onto your stool upon your return, rolling it in front of him. When you meet his eyes again, that something is there, the something you’d seen when you’d first met, and you know that he sees you.

You smile numbly, averting your gaze as you begin to clean the soot from his face again.

“You just transferred here, right?” he asks, his voice soft.

Your eyes flick back to his briefly before refocusing on your task. “Yeah, a few months ago.”

He makes a contemplative noise as you finish cleaning the soot from his skin. “How are you liking it?”

You sniff a laugh, turning slightly to prepare bacta patches for the minor scrapes and singes on his face. “We’re at war. Is anyone liking it?”

“Fair point,” he chuckles, absently drumming his fingers on his thighs. “There are still things to enjoy though, even in the midst of war.”

“Such as?”

“Family, friends…flying.”

“Sounds like a personal motto,” you tease, applying the last bacta patch.

He chuckles again, the sound filling you with a giddiness you haven’t felt in what feels like years. “I guess it kinda is.”

You smile, smoothing the edges of the patches over his skin one more time before allowing your eyes to meet his again. There’s a warmth and kindness there that makes you want to curl up in his lap like a loth cat. There’s something else too, something you can’t quite name, something that makes your stomach flip and your palms sweat. You’re staring, you know you are, but you can’t make yourself look away. He’s close, so close, you hadn’t realized how much, your body unconsciously leaning toward him, toward his comforting warmth—

“Also the smoked lizard.”

You blink, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

He snorts, briefly flicking his eyes away as a flush climbs up his neck. “It’s another reason to like it here. The smoked lizard.”

You laugh, chewing on your bottom lip. “Right. I’ll keep that in mind.”

A slightly awkward silence falls between you and you will yourself to be professional, to be normal for two kriffing seconds.

“Well, um, you’re good to go, I think,” you say, rising from your stool and picking up the tray beside the bed. “I trust BB-8’ll stop you from getting into any more trouble. Tonight, at least.”

The droid beeps cheekily and Poe smiles, nodding as he stands to his feet. “Thanks, Doc.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you say, fingers clenching on the tray as you meet his eyes again. “Take care of yourself this time, will you?”

“I’ll try,” he chuckles, rubbing that back of his neck. “Come on, buddy.”

The little droid whistles and beeps, swiveling his head toward you as if saying it’s own thanks, before rolling out the medbay door on Poe’s heels.

—

“Hey, someone’s asking for you.”

You look up from your data pad, head still running through the details of the medical chart you’d just been reading. “What?”

The medic speaking to you is new and you’re still having trouble remembering her name. Taia, maybe?

“Someone’s asking for you. In the front,” she repeats, gesturing back toward the medbay.

Your brow furrows in confusion. “For me?”

She blinks at you. “Yeah.”

“Who is it?” you ask, oblivious to her agitation.

She sighs, gesturing again to the medbay. “Will you just…come out here, please? Maker.”

You watch as she walks away, moderately amused by her impatience. As you follow her out onto the floor, you look in the direction of your assigned section that day and see—

“Poe?”

His head shoots up at the sound of his name, brown eyes warming with recognition as they lock with yours. A smile curls on his lips as you head over to him, one that makes something tingle beneath your skin.

“Hey,” he says, raising his hand awkwardly in a wave.

You do a quick once over and don’t notice any obvious injuries. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He nods, smile shifting into something closer to a cringe. “Yeah, I’m okay. I just uh–”

Instead of finishing, he gestures to his hand, which you now see he’s holding somewhat awkwardly in his lap.

“Oh, what happened?” you ask, pulling on your gloves.

He shrugs, averting his gaze like he’s embarrassed about something. “It’s nothing really. I was fixing something on my ship and got a little cut. I just don’t want it to get infected, you know?”

You nod, reaching out to gently take his hand. “Of course, I understand.”

He nods, swallowing thickly as you peel back his fingers to assess the damage. You bring his hand closer to your face to get a closer look, gently turning it this way and that.

“Right,” you begin, meeting his gaze again. “It’s not bad, like you said, but it is a little deep so I think we should put in a few stitches just to be on the safe side.”

He nods again, licking his lips. “Whatever you say, Doc, you’re the expert.”

You smile, gaze flicking briefly to his mouth. You avert your eyes immediately, skin warming with embarrassment as you turn away to retrieve the items you need from your tray.

“Alright, just, don’t move okay? This might sting a bit,” you instruct, guiding his hand to rest on the bed beside him.

“Okay,” he mumbles, watching as you push his fingers away from his palm.

You work on cleaning the cut first, making sure there’s nothing there that could cause an infection. Once that’s finished, you carefully weave in a few stitches and finish up with a bacta patch.

“There you go,” you say, before looking up at him with a smile.

He smiles back, butterflies erupting in your belly at the sight. “Thanks.”

You nod, maintaining eye contact for Maker knows how long (you certainly don’t), before the clatter of a tray overturning brings you back to reality. Your eyelashes flutter as you quickly stand with the intention of gaining some distance, only to end up even closer than you had been.

“I, um–,” you begin, finally tearing your gaze from his, “I’m going to give you a salve to put on your hand once the stitches dissolve. It’ll help with scarring.”

“Great.”

You smile awkwardly as you turn to head toward the supply cabinet in the corner. On the way over, you berate yourself for behaving so unprofessionally, staring at Poe like some lovesick kid with a crush. You pull the cabinet door open when you reach it, staring blankly at the shelves for a moment. You're not sure what it is about him that has you acting this way, but you really need to nip it in the bud; he’s here for medical attention, not you.

Resolved, you take a breath, grabbing the salve and heading back over your patient.

“Here you go,” you say, annoyed at yourself by how breathless you sound as you hold the salve out to him.

As he takes the small container from you, his fingers brush yours, causing your gaze to automatically return to his. His eyes are as warm as his smile, glowing with something you can’t quite place, something you want to drown in.

“Right,” he rasps after a moment, clearing his throat as he stands to his feet. “Well, I don’t wanna take up anymore of your time. Thanks again, Doc.”

“Any time,” you respond, far more nonchalant than you’re actually feeling.

He turns to wave as he walks out the door, almost running into one of the other medics. You bite back a laugh as he apologizes, the tips of his ears reddening a little in embarrassment. He catches your eye one more time before leaving, an almost shy smile on his lips, and you allow yourself to consider, just for a moment, that maybe you were wrong, maybe he was here to see you. You smile at the thought, however unlikely it might be.

—

Most of the pilots are off world training today, so the base is pretty empty. As a result, Dr. Kalonia had given most of you the morning off. You greet your fellow medics as you make your way to the back to stash your things, smiling amiably as you make eye contact with a few of them. They mumble their “good mornings” back, already tired from their late night or early morning shifts. When you return to the front, you check the clipboard to find that day’s assignment. As you hurry over to your station, you mentally run through the list of things you need to check your medical cart for. So lost in your thoughts are you, you don’t even realize there’s already a patient at your station until you reach it.

“Hey,” you say, a little surprised.

“Hey,” Poe responds, grimacing slightly.

“Back already, huh?” you say, a teasing eyebrow raised. “Are you really this accident prone or did you just need an excuse to come see me again?”

He chuckles, averting his gaze as a flush creeps its way up his neck.

“I, uh, I think my foot might be broken actually,” he responds, shooting a mildly dirty look in the direction of BB-8. “BB ran over it.”

The droid beeps indignantly at the accusation, drawing your attention as you pull on a pair of gloves. Whatever BB says makes Poe scoff.

“Hey buddy, you’re a lot heavier than you realize.”

The droid beeps again, head wobbling back and forth indignantly and you have to bite back a laugh when Poe shoots you a mildly exasperated look..

“How ‘bout I just take a look,” you say, sitting on your stool and rolling it in front of him.

He nods, hissing a little when you remove his boot and sock, setting them on the stretcher beside him.

“Does it hurt anywhere specifically or just all over?” you ask, examining his foot for any signs of bruising.

“My toes. They’re definitely broken.”

BB-8 beeps again, almost sarcastically, you think, and Poe sends another glare in the droid’s direction. “I am not being dramatic.”

You bite back a smile as they continue to bicker back and forth, your attention fixed on the appendages in question. Poe has no adverse reaction to your prodding and wiggling, and you’re beginning to think that BB might actually be right, until you get to his pinky toe.

He halts midargument, sucking in a breath and grabbing at his leg.

“Sorry,” you mutter, quickly grabbing some medical tape from your cart and slowly wrapping it around both his injured toe and the one beside it.

He muffles a groan of pain as you complete your task, gently lowering his foot off of your lap.

“Okay?” you ask with a slight grimace.

He takes a steadying breath and nods. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Good,” you say, offering him a small smile. “It’s hard to know for sure if it’s broken given our lack of equipment but I taped it up just in case. Just stay off of it as much as you can and redo the tape every few days until your pain subsides.”

He nods again as you finish, meeting your gaze as you hand him a roll of medical tape. “Got it. Thanks.”

His hair is a little unkempt, stray curls falling across his forehead and into his eyes. You try not to stare, you really do, but Maker he’s just so pretty and you’re only human.

It’s then that you notice that he’s staring at you too, brown eyes slowly roaming your face as if taking in every detail, his brows furrowed a little in concentration. Your heart skips in your chest at the realization, warmth flaring beneath your skin—

Does Poe Dameron like you?

Sure, you’d joked about it earlier, but the thought had never seriously crossed your mind before; why would he like you, anyway? You’ve only met a few times before this and none of them were outside of the medbay. No, he’s just accident prone, you think, your stomach sinking with disappointment.

You break away first, shaking your head slightly, as if to shake off your thoughts. Your movement brings him back to reality too, you assume, because he looks away almost immediately after you do, eyes falling to study his hands.

Before either one of you can say anything else, BB-8 beeps at Poe, whose head snaps so quickly in the droid’s direction, you’re surprised he didn’t pull something.

“What?”

The droid beeps again and whatever he says makes Poe immediately lean over and whisper furiously at him. BB beeps again, sounding impatient.

Before you can even think to intervene, someone on the other side of the room calls your name.

“Oh sorry, I’ve gotta—” you begin, pointing toward the commotion starting to unfold.

Poe nods, looking a little pained. “Yeah, of course. Thanks again, Doc.”

You shoot them both a smile before turning away, grabbing your data pad off of your tray before jogging across the room.

—

It’s been a few weeks since you last saw Poe. Apparently, the General had sent him out on some super top secret mission with no word on when he might return (not that you’d asked or anything…).

Is it weird to admit that you miss him? Can you miss someone you don’t even really know that well?

And yet, you do. Miss him, that is. You miss his kind eyes, his smile, his back and forth with BB-8, his (apparent) penchant for clumsiness, him calling you ‘Doc’ even though you’re not a doctor—

Kriff.

You sigh, dragging your hand over your face as you walk down the hall you know will lead you back to the medbay. They’re short staffed today—a bout of flu had run through the medics on the night shift and everyone else had had to work doubles for the last week as a result. It’s bustling when you return and you immediately throw yourself back into the fray; it’s only the middle of your shift, you’re exhausted.

Once there’s a bit of a lull, Dr. Kalonia sends you and a few other medics who look dead on their feet to the back to grab a little sleep. Normally, you’d try to protest, but you honestly don’t have the energy to fight her on it right now. You pass out the second your head hits the pillow.

The blaring of sirens rips you from sleep, the sound making your blood run cold.

The base is under attack.

You scramble to your feet, almost running into one of the other medics as you head to the front, struggling to remember your training. It’s a bit chaotic, but most of the medics manage to keep their heads cool, doing whatever they need to do for the good of the Resistance. It bolsters you, gives you the courage you need to do the same. That’s why you’re here after all.

After about fifteen minutes, the sirens abruptly stop, the sudden silence almost deafening to your ears after the loud blaring of the alarm. Everyone’s confused, including the doctor, who immediately grabs her comm to try and get some answers. The tension in the room is palpable as you wait, unsure of what’s happening; are you still under attack? Were you ever? Was this some kind of drill the General ordered just to see how everyone would respond?

You don’t have to wait long. A few minutes later, a group bursts into the medbay with someone on a stretcher. One of them calls for the doctor and she immediately jumps into action, calling on a few of the medics nearby for assistance. You hang back, watching with nervous bewilderment, still wondering what’s going on. Someone shifts, creating an opening in the crowd huddled around the patient, and you catch a flash of bright orange—a pilot.

Your mind immediately thinks of Poe, panic tightening your chest…until you remember he’s out on a mission. He’s fine, you think, turning away from the commotion in an effort to distance yourself from your thoughts. And even if he wasn’t, he’s not yours to worry about anyway, right?

Yours. The word makes your chest ache.

As you check on the patients in your section, making sure their vitals are all still stable, you hear a shout from across the room. You turn your attention toward them just to make sure they don’t need help, before returning your attention to your tasks. There’s another shout, but this time you don’t bother giving it your attention; there are closer medics than you. A few moments later, Dr. Kalonia herself calls your name.

When you turn around, several medics wave you over.

“He’s asking for you,” the doctor says when you reach them, gesturing toward the patient on the stretcher. “Just keeps saying your name over and over.”

“Me?” you question, baffled as you step a little closer, anxiety settling in your gut.

She nods somewhat impatiently. “Just let him know you’re here so we can continue.”

“O-of course,” you mutter, scrambling into the opening they create for you.

You pause when you see the pilot, mouth falling open in surprise. He’s bloody and bruised, eyes closed tight as he writhes in pain, orange flight suit pretty much torn to shreds—

Poe.

The doctor calls your name again, shaking you from your surprise. Immediately, you lean in close so he can hear you. You tell him that you’re there, that he’s safe, that you’re going to help him, your voice low and soft. He doesn’t respond, just keeps mumbling your name over and over again, clearly in distress, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. You try again, voice calm as you clasp his hand in yours, your free hand pushing back his blood and sweat-soaked curls. One of his eyes opens slightly at your touch and, while you’re not sure he can actually see you, you smile. He squeezes your hand then, and your smile widens, relief flooding through you. Your name continues to fall from his lips, but it’s less anxious now, more content.

Once Dr. Kalonia and her team stabilize him, they move him to the quietest corner of the room in the hopes that he can get some rest. His care is transferred to you, your other patients redistributed among the other medics. He’d stopped murmuring your name a while ago, the meds the doctor had given him finally kicking in and easing his pain. He doesn’t let go of your hand though. You could probably slip out of his hold easily enough, especially in his current state, but you find that you don’t really want to.

You find out later that Poe’s mission had (apparently) gone awry and he’d been forced to commandeer a First Order ship in order to make his escape; that explained the base alarms and the sudden cessation of them, at least. As for what had been the cause of his many injuries, you weren’t told (classified information, apparently). Doesn’t really matter though, you suppose, so long as he’s alright.

You’d cleaned him up the best you could given the circumstances (sponge baths only helped so much, after all), gently washing his hair, his face. The doctor had come by a few times to check on him (and one other time to try and convince you to return to your quarters to get some sleep). You can tell that she wants to know why he’d asked for you, why your mere presence had calmed him, why you now refused to leave his side. The truth is, you don’t really know. You know you feel a connection to him, one that you don’t have with anyone else, but you’re not really sure what it means. Do you love him? No, it’s too soon for that, you think, you barely even know him. Still, something in your soul calls to him, yearns for him. You wonder if he feels that something too.

It’s later in the evening now, the chaos from earlier having passed. The medbay is quiet, most of the day’s patients either having been discharged or are already asleep for the night. You’re still at Poe’s bedside, eyelids drooping as you fight to stay awake. You know you should leave, should get some rest, but he might wake up while you’re gone and you don’t want him to wake up alone. His hand is still clasped loosely in yours, his skin warm and dry. You stare at it, at the dried blood still beneath his fingernails, wondering idly if it’s his own or someone else’s; what had he gone through to get back here? What he had lost?

At some point, you must doze off because one moment you’re staring at Poe’s hand and the next you’re waking with a start. You groan as your neck twinges, the angle at which you’d been laying with your head half on his bed making it ache.

“I know what you mean,” a familiar voice rasps softly.

Your eyes immediately shoot up to meet theirs—warm brown, tinged with mild amusement and fondness.

“You’re awake,” you say, cringing a little at yourself for stating the obvious. “How are you feeling?”

Poe smiles, then immediately winces as he shifts, his hand pressing into his side. “Spectacular.”

You grimace, eyes sweeping over him in assessment. “Can I get you anything? Water? More pain meds?”

He chuckles, then immediately winces again. “I’m good. Thanks.”

You nod, unsure of what to do or say next; you’ve gotten so used to taking care of him, it feels odd to just sit here now.

“Where’s BB-8?” you ask, only just now realizing the little droid hadn’t accompanied the pilot to the medbay.

Poe frowns, averting his gaze. “He got hit pretty bad before we got on the ship. They said the mechanics are working on him, but no one’ll tell me any more than that.”

“I can find out for you,” you offer, moving to stand to your feet.

He stops you, grasping your hand, wincing as the movement aggravates his injuries. “No, it’s fine. I–he’s in good hands. I’m just…worried is all.”

You nod, reclaiming your seat beside him. Silence falls between you, and while he seems perfectly comfortable, you can’t help but feel a little anxious.

“Thank you, by the way,” he says softly after a moment, his gaze falling to your clasped hands. “I…don’t remember much, but I remember hearing your voice. Not sure I’d be sitting here if it wasn't for you.”

You clear your throat, skin heating with embarrassment as you shift awkwardly in your seat. “Of course. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

He meets your eyes again, that ever-present something in his gaze making your stomach flip. “Me too.”

You keep him company for a little bit, the two of you swapping stories and telling jokes. He tells you about growing up on Yavin IV, about his parents and, in turn, you tell him about your homeworld, about your past. Dr. Kalonia stops by at the shift change, again trying to convince you to return to your quarters for some proper rest. You try to decline, but Poe insists, and it’s the care and concern in his eyes that ends up persuading you.

Weariness settles into your limbs as you shuffle down the hall, the events of the past couple of days catching up to you as the last dregs of adrenaline finally wear off. As you walk, you think about the time you’d spent with Poe and you smile, realizing he’d given you exactly what you’ve been longing for since you arrived here on D’Qar—a chance to connect, to be seen. When you finally make it to your quarters, you fall onto your bed, your brain going fuzzy as sleep rushes in quickly to claim you.

—

When you return to the medbay the next day, you spot Poe standing beside his bed with his back to you—he’s been discharged, you realize, disappointment sinking in your belly as you watch him pack up his things. It’s not that you aren’t glad he’s well enough to leave, you are of course, you’ll just…miss keeping him company.

You sigh, forcing yourself to look happy as you make your way over to him. If nothing else, you should at least tell him goodbye.

“Hey,” you greet, leaning against the side of the bed.

He turns at the sound of your voice, eyes brightening when they meet yours. “Hey.”

“You’ve been liberated, I see,” you say, gesturing toward the bag on the chair beside the bed.

He chuckles, wincing slightly at the action. “That’s one way to put it.”

You nod, momentarily averting your gaze. “Heading to a briefing?”

“Nah,” he says, shaking his head. “Gonna go pick up BB actually.”

The knowledge that the little droid is alright makes your heart lighten and your smile softens. “I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“I’ll be glad to see him too,” Poe agrees, smiling fondly as he slings the strap of the bag over his shoulder.

Silence falls between you as you struggle to think of something to say, something that’ll keep him there just a little longer.

“Thanks again…for everything,” he says finally, his gaze soft and open as it holds yours.

You nod, swallowing thickly as your heart stutters a little at the intensity there; you’re not sure anyone has ever looked at you like this, has made you feel like this, and you’re beginning to think it’s not just you. Should you do something? Say something? Who knows when you’ll see him again. You open your mouth, the words sticking in your throat as you try to force them out—

In the end, you can’t, your courage waning at the last second as you force your eyes from his. You sigh, frustrated with yourself.

“Please at least try to take care of yourself this time, okay?” you croak, wetting your suddenly dry lips.

He chuckles again, and you have to bite back a smile at the sound.

“But if I did that, I wouldn’t have an excuse to see you,” he quips; his tone is teasing but the words make your heart skip nonetheless.

You scoff, waving a hand as you meet his eyes again. “Please, you don’t need an excuse.”

“No?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay. How about later then?”

Your eyes widen a little with surprise; he’s not…is he?

“Later?” you ask, trying not to get your hopes up.

He shrugs, his smile almost shy as he scratches the back of his neck. “You said I didn’t need an excuse.”

That something is in his eyes again; that something you can’t exactly give a name to but feel in your soul, that something that seems to connect you both somehow.

“Okay,” you say, chewing on your bottom lip. “One condition.”

“Name it,” he says, brown eyes shining.

“It has to be outside of the medbay.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling as he smiles. “Deal.”

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skelitinonmyback · 8 months

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short skirt/long jacket

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

synopsis: poe is a barista at the coffee shop you go to everyday, and he is absolutely head over heels for you. your femme fatale, business woman vibe makes his knees weak every time you come by. after pressure from his coworkers he put his moves on you. and you are more than happy to take him on.

content warning: SMUT 18+, dom!reader, sub!poe, oral sex (r!receiving), edging, male whimpers, grinding, teasing

word count: 3.9k

You were the only thing Poe looked forward to. His ears perked like a dog whenever he heard the bell at the front of the store chime at the arrival of a new customer, hoping it was you. His coworkers Finn and Rey caught on pretty quick by the way he turned bright red and stuttered everytime you came in. There was one time when Finn swore he saw Poe check his breath when you came through the door and he has yet to live that down.

That was the only reason Poe was putting on his apron now actually. The guarantee of seeing you was a greater motivator than the coffee they sold at the cafe. He clocked in and instead of being a good worker, his eyes were trapped on the door hoping to summon you. Maybe you were wearing a trenchcoat since the fall weather has finally started. God, you would look so good in a trenchcoat.

“You know staring at the door won’t make her get here any faster,” Rey shook her head behind him, the sound of her voice making him jump.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he pouted, not happy being called out like that.

She rolled her eyes, she was standing behind him for two minutes before she finally said something. “Why don’t you just ask her out? She totally checks you out everytime she comes in! She even asked where you were yesterday when you didn’t work.”

“Did she really?” His eyes lit up at the idea, but he soon killed the flame not wanting his hopes to get up. “Whatever. If it’s so easy, why don’t you go ask Finn out hmm?”

Rey’s face turned sour and before she could scold him, Finn’s lovely voice came from the back of house. “What are we talking about?” His face appears from the doorway after his voice with a teasing look on his face. “Is he finally gonna ask her out?”

Poe’s face was starting to flush and he swore steam was coming from his ears with all the teasing he had to endure. He was racking his mind with ways to get back at his meddling coworkers but his focus was broken with the ring of the door bell. With the sound of your name coming from Rey he knew who it was. Didn’t everyone just have impeccable timing today.

“Wow, slow day today?” you questioned, surprised by the bare cafe on a Monday.

“Y-yeah, you just missed the crowd, haha. Get us a-all to yourself” Poe stuttered, turning a whole other shade of pink by your presence. He looked over to Rey for some help who just mouthed ‘smooth’ at him. In his defense, you looked good today, like how you look good everyday but more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what made you look different today but he knew he liked it.

“Oh lucky me,” you giggled, always flattered by how flustered Poe was when you came in, it’s so cute. “Oh, Rey! I tried that lipstick you recommended. What do you think?”

“Oh my god, it looks so good! I knew that color would suit you,” she gushed. “What do you think, Poe?”

Suddenly, his throat closed up with mucus and he just didn’t know what words were anymore. “G,” he cleared his throat. “Good. I think it looks good.”

“Thank you, Poe,” you said, enjoying the way his eyes widened when you said his name. “I’ll just take my usual.” You set the exact change you’ve come to memorise down in his palm before heading to the end of the bar, talking to Rey who was making your drink.

You guys were over there talking for about 5 minutes before Poe got suspicious. Before he could intercept the conversation you already had one foot out the door and a napkin that Rey had handed you. When Poe tried asking Rey about it, she just shrugged and said ‘what napkin’. It was stuck on his mind for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t until later that night when he got a text did he realize what hijinx Rey was up to.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello, Poe.

POE: hello? can i ask who this is

You sent him your name and a little apology for not starting with that.

His heart dropped to his stomach and his palms got sweaty. Wow, you didn’t even need to be here to get him incredibly nervous.

POE: OH, hi! hope you dont mind me asking but howd you get my number lol

YOU: Rey gave it to me this morning. I hope that’s ok!

His face turned red, so embarrassed by his match making coworker. God, he hoped you didn’t blame him for her meddling, completely ruining his chance with you.

POE: oh goodness, im so sorry abt her, i hope she didnt force anything on you :/

YOU: Oh, it’s no problem, Poe.

Even the way you texted was so sexy and sufisticated. It really shouldn’t be turning him on as much as it was.

POE: are u sure? if she was over stepping bounds id be happy to make it up to u

Be more desperate, Poe. Jesus Christ.

YOU: Well, if you do want to make it up to me, I am free tomorrow at 6:30 pm for dinner. I’ll be expecting something nice.

POE: oh sure i can do dinner tmrw. have u ever been to ogas grill

YOU: Poe, honey, it doesn’t actually have to be fancy. I was teasing you.

HONEY? God, you were going to give him a heart attack if you kept that behavior up.

POE: no its ok i like it :)

YOU: See you then!

Poe quite literally couldn’t wait. He could feel all of the cells of his body vibrating with excitement and he couldn’t fall asleep. Once he finally did, he woke right back up an hour later when his alarm for work went off. Oh he couldn’t wait to see you when you came in for your coffee as usual but this time you had a date planned.

And as if time was flipping before him, he was already clocked in for the shift, 30 minutes before you usually come in. His demeanor was distant for he was drifting away in his thoughts that were occupied solely by you. He was distracted in the back, zoned out doing the dishes when Finn calling your name dragged him to reality.

Poe didn’t bother turning off the water before running out front to see you waiting for your drink at the end of the bar. He called out your name in a tired, breathless voice as if he just ran a marathon to see you.

“Hi, Poe,” you beamed with a bright smile that practically burned Poe’s insides.

“Hi, you’re here early,” he observed. “N-not that that’s a bad thing, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before 7:30. NOT that I’m like keeping track of you or you know what I’m just gonna stop talking.”

“It’s ok, honey,” you giggled unaware of the way Poe gripped onto the counter to stop himself from falling to his knees for you. “I just couldn’t wait to see you today is all.”

Poe’s eyes went wide with awe and he had to hold himself back from jumping over the counter and kissing you. “Really?” is all his brain managed to come up with as he started planning out your entire relationship together.

“Yeah,” you laughed at his shock that you were infact excited to see him, gushing over the sheer cuteness that was him. Cutting off your moment together, Finn sets your drink down for you on the bar. “I’ll let you get back to work, but I can’t wait to see you wait at dinner, honey.”

“Me too,” he sighed, eyes dazed watching you leave the store.

“Dinner?” Finn gasped, perplexed by your words.

“Shut up.”

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Later that day Poe was practically shitting his pants as he waited outside of your apartment. He brought flowers because he thought it was the right thing to do but as he looked at flowers he started overthinking about the casualness of everything. What if you just wanted to get dinner to know him better as a friend and you would laugh in his face and call him stupid for ever believing you would want to go out with him. So he settled on a bundle of baby’s breath and eucalyptus.

When you answered the door all the breath from his lungs escaped him and a stitch started forming in his side from just standing there and looking at you. You were wearing a dress, midi length, that hugged you in all the right places and revealed more skin than he ever thought he’d see on you. Your lipstick red and heels stiletto, doubling down on your femme fatale image.

“You know,” you start, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your apron on. It’s nice, you clean up well.”

Hi siliva stuck to the back of his throat at your compliment, causing him to roughly clear his throat. “Um, I got these for you, wasn’t sure what kind you liked so,” he said humbly, handing you the flowers with weak hands.

You thanked him, obsessed with how bashful he was, and turned back into your house to set them down on the counter before taking his arm and heading with him to his car. His palms were already sweaty simply from the grip you had on his bicep and when he opened your door to let you into his car he felt some relief of getting a little bit of distance from you, just so he could breathe again.

Luckily for him, Oga’s Grill was just a five minute drive down from your apartment, so he didn’t have to worry too much about making polite conversation and instead he could focus on regulating his breathing. It was unfortunate for you however. You loved watching him twitch and get nervous over a car ride with you. It made your imagination run wild, thinking about all the reactions he would have if you were actually trying to make him nervous.

The dinner was, well, awkward. Poe couldn’t stop getting nervous and accidentally knocking stuff over and it was honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You could tell he was immensely nervous more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to console him, loving how red he got from stirring in his own juices.

When the check came, he felt panicked because the date didn’t go at all how he had planned. He was waiting for the moment he would gain the confidence to sweep you off your feet but it never came. He put his card in the checkbook, hands shakier than ever, not knowing how to rebound after making himself look like a complete buffoon.

When you guys got back in the car, Poe didn’t put the key in the ignition, instead he just stared at the steering wheel in front of him. Excitement sparkeed in your abdomen, thinking he was finally going to make a move. He swallowed every nerve crawling up his throat so he could get out this sentence.

“I’m sorry for my… behavior today. I was just so nervous, I kept on embarrassing myself, I guess,” he said, too ashamed to look at you.

For the first time that day, your heart actually tugged at the way he struggled to communicate so you officially needed to put his worries away. “Hey, it’s ok. I thought it was cute.” He scoffed at you and you had to double down. “Honest. Really, I think it’s kind of… sexy.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and for the first time in the whole evening he made eye contact with you and you could’ve crumbled right there. The way his eyesbrows pinched together and his mouth pouted with confusion was slowly chipping away at your patience. And the sound of his voice when he said “really?” was practically begging you to go on.

“Come on, you can’t look at me like that and pretend to be confused about what I find attractive about it all.”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” His voice was weaker and he faced his body towards you, the best he could in the car, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss that surprised look off his face.

“As a fucking heart attack, Poe, I swear I was wet for that entire dinner,” you admit, throwing caution to the wind.

Embarrassingly so, Poe choked on his spit, awed by the words you just said about him. He shook his head, not completely understanding what you meant by that. Frustrated by all the back and forth, you grabbed his hand and shoved it up your skirt to where your thighs parted, where you had undoubtedly soaked through your panties. The sound of a whimper passing through Poe’s lips made your thighs clench around the hand you brought between them.

“Feel what you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a pout. Completely dumb by everything around him, he just nodded, eyes boring into yours. His finger tips twitched, running along your clothed cunt purly on intsinct. “Why don’t you take me home, huh baby?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He ripped his hand away from you and forced the car into reverse and maybe went a bit above the speed limit to make it home. You weren’t making it easy for him to focus on the road either. You had a hand on him the entire time, running your manicured nails up and down his thigh and he could feel himself twitching and lurch in the confines of his pants.

When you got to the parking lot of your apartment you werre sure he was going to hurt himself with how fast he got out of the car. You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness when he was already to the front of your apartment by the time you left his car.

“C’mon now, honey, don’t want me to think you’re desperate,” you teased, completely joking. But when you saw the way his eyes twinkled and lips stuttered you knew he was taking you seriously, and liking it. You clucked your tongue at him and shook your head before letting him into your apartment.

You kicked off your shoes in the foyer and he did the same, mimicking all of your actions. Poe was very nervous, he wasn’t really the type to have sex on a first date so he didn’t really understand the protocol or what would be expected of him. You felt his nervousness and knew that he didn’t really know what to do with himself so you threw him a bone.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch for me, baby?” He immediately followed your instruction, walking the ten paces to took to get from your front door to your couch. Satisfied by his obedience you called him ‘good boy’ that gave you a harsh sigh and a stuttered step in return. You were willing to call him good boy every second of every day if it got you that in return.

“Aww, you like it when I called you that?”

His eyes were wide and lips were parted when he nodded back at you, sitting incredibly straight on your couch. You stood in front of him and shook your head, disappointed with his response. “I need to hear you.”

“... yes.”

“That’s a good boy. You answer all of my questions when I ask them, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice hoarse in response.

Your spine tingled at the new nickname he developed for you and your control almost faded away completely. But, you didn’t want to scare him away by pouncing on him so instead you settled for sitting gently on his lap, lining his hips with yours.

“This ok?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated, his voice higher, whinier than before. The sound of it made you roll your hips against his and the jagged gasp he let out had you doing another and then another until he was heavy panting and his nails dug into the fabric of your couch.

“Sorry, pretty boy, you just look so good everytime I do it,” you huffed, unable to straighten out your breathing.

“I’it’s ok, ah,” his voice strained when you started grinding down on him harsher and more frantic. “F-fuuck, oh fuck. Stop, please I’m gonna, gonna cum, oh.”

“Already, baby?” Your hips stilled as you looked at him with curiosity. He nodded and you could tell by the way his jaw was dropped, eyes barely open, and neck completely flushed he was lying. He began to writhe under you, subconsciously looking for the friction that’ll have him finished. “But, you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Can I,” he cut himself off, looking at the ceiling embarrassed.

“Can you what baby? Come on, use your words.”

“Can I eat you out?” he admitted, bringing his chin down so his eyes could search yours. His desperation grew when you didn’t respond to him right away. “Please, ma’am, wanna taste you so bad. Just wanna make you feel good, baby, please”

“Shh, of course you can, baby,” you muttered. Soon you were yelping when he picked you up to switch positions, setting you down on the couch with your ass to the very edge.

Without any other words, he kneeled down in front of you and fuck was it a sight to behold. He didn’t look up at you, all of his focus was on your legs as he rolled up your skirt with furrowed brows. You felt the scrap of teeth and a tug, realizing that behind the skirt pooled around your thighs was Poe, taking your panties off with his fucking teeth. He reappeared, panties between his teeth. He looked at your face and seductively took them out from between his teeth and settled them on the couch next to you before diving back in.

You inhaled sharply and cursed and the sudden ravaging against your cunt. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to eat you out because his tongue was lapping against your hole like a fucking dog and his nose dug into your clit. You lifted your skirt up enough to grab ahold of his hair and keep him at work tight against you.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Good fucking boy, ugh, feels so good.” Your voice was deep and raw and the sound of it tagged him on further, making his lick and nudges harder. It didn’t take long for a spring to break in you and Poe clenched his nails into your thighs when you started shaking, trying to get him off you with the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally calming down, you used your grip on his head to manivuer him back so you could get a good look at him. You wished you could take a picture of him and frame it from the way he looked now. His hair unruly, face bright red, and chin completely damp with your essence was a sight to behold. His chest heaved from the air suddenly rushing back to his lungs.

You pull him up to sit next to you on the couch and you take apart his pants. He lifts his hips so you can pull down pants, boxers following. Soon his cock laid up against his stomch, bright red, leaking, and twitching like he was fighting off an orgasm. Unable to help yourself, you ran your finger nail up the underside of it. His hand darted forward to try and stop you, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“Uh uh, you let me touch what’s mine,” you tsked. When he let go of you and returned his hand to his side you hummed “that’s right,” before wrapping your fist around him.

Immediately, strings of fuck’s and oh god’s were piling out of his mouth. His hips were jerking along with your movements and precum dribbled onto your hand as a natural form of lubricant.

“Shit, I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna,” his rant cut off as you removed your hand away from him. He looked over at you with wild eyes like a puppy you just kicked.

“You only get to cum inside me, ok?” you were stern with your words and he had no other choice but to nod along with them.

You kicked your leg to the other side of him and brought your lap down to his, this time you were touching each other’s most intimate parts bare and the stimulation made Poe light headed. You knew Poe wouldn’t last long but you didn’t mind, completely satisfied with the orgasm he brought you earlier.

You reached under your dress where you two met and pulled his cock up, lefting your hip with it. You teased the tip over the slit of you, making him bunch the meat of your hip into his fist and whine. You swore you saw tears form in his eyes as he pleaded for you.

Breaking him from his misery, you slowly sid down his length. Thank you, thank you, thank you fell from his lips as he was consumed by you.

It would’ve been embarrassing for him if he could think about anything other than the warmth of your cunt. It only took five more ruts of your hips before his legs tighten, hips spasmed and hands flailing to different parts of you. You knew he was on the brink of cumming but for some reason he was denying himself. He was waiting for you.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.”

His eyebrows furrowed and abs tighten with the focus of hold himself off. “But, you haven’t.”

“It’s ok. Wanna feel you cum inside me. Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me baby?”

That last push was all he needed and soon enough he was whining out profanities and thank yous and he shook beneath you. You moaned at the feeling his hot cum coating you inside, at the way his eyes rolled back, at the way he choked on his breath. You gave it a few beats before you made a move to clean up.

“We should probably head back to my bed huh?” you said through the fit of giggles you found yourself in.

“Yeah,” he sighed, head resting against the back of the couch. “Just give me a minute.”

You got up from the couch, cum dripping down your leg, and extended your hand for him to take. “Come on, big guy, let’s get cleaned up.”

He followed your direction and eventually you ended up nice and clean, cuddling up in your bed. He looked over your shoulder at the alarm clock next to your bed and groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot I had work at 5:00 am tomorrow,” he whined, and it being midnight meant that was in five hours.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just go to sleep and I’ll give you a ride, ok.” Very happy with the sentiment of your statement he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t even consider the inevitable questions Finn and Rey would have for him when you kissed him on the lips and told him to call you when he was off.

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 3 months

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Sorry, I lied. This is another questions that I have organized properly because your answers all sounded so amazing and, so cute about the BSD cast looking after the little one while also helping the reader at the same time. It's all heartwarming and adorable 💖

About more questions that is actually not requests, but because ily 💖

1. Did the characters have any amusing misadventures while trying to soothe the baby to sleep?

2. Were there any adorable baby outfits suggested by the characters that became instant fashion hits?

3. Did the baby ever become an unintentional detective, causing chaos with their curious exploration?

4. Share the most entertaining "baby escapes" orchestrated by the little one, leaving the BSD crew in pursuit?

5. Did any of the characters develop a secret language or silly nicknames that became the baby's favorites?

6. How did the BSD cast handle introducing the baby to their unique abilities, any unexpected reactions or adorable interactions?

7. Did the characters ever engage in friendly competitions to see who could make the baby laugh the most?

8. What is the reader's most memorable "mom fails" or parenting mishaps that had the BSD crew in stitches?

9. Share heartwarming instances where the reader's resilience and determination inspired the BSD cast in unexpected ways?

10. Share on any memorable "mommy and me" moments where the reader and the baby stole the show, leaving the BSD members in awe of their bond?

Sorry again with all the many questions, hehehe 💖

I am glad, that you liked my answers.

1. Well, there was a tiger incident with Atsushi. And, one time, Fukuzawa's lullaby made Yosano and Ranpo fall asleep. And baby still wasn't sleeping.

2. Maybe? BSD Characters offer either cute outfits or traditional for their homelands outfits. So, every outfit will become favorite at least for one person.

3. No. Baby might get a hold of a remote or someone's phone, but, nothing personal or embarrassing.

4. Snow Demon, Golden Demon, Huck Finn and Tom Sawyer carried a baby around the whole house once. BSD Characters thought, they will turn gray this day.

5. Nikolai did. He created a secret language to talk with baby. This way, they became partners in crime. Dazai and Fyodor tried to do it, but, their language turned out too complicated.

6. They used their abilities near baby while she was a baby and couldn't talk. After that, they hide their abilities from kid, until she became adult enough to keep secrets. She was mesmerized and tried to pet Atsushi. Asked Poe to use his ability so she can have more fun reading books.

7. Yes, they did. Dazai, Nikolai, Tachihara and Kajii are the ones, who compete with each other, trying to prove, that they are the funniest uncle.

8. There weren't really that much. Not because Reader is that good. BSD Cast did most (if not all) of the parenting. They trust Reader, but, they are worried about Reader's mental stability. They are afraid, that fails will make a toil at Reader's mental health, and she would start hating herself or, god forbid, the baby. Reader will actively help with taking care of baby, but parenting will start only when Reader became slightly older. Or their mental health became better.

9. In any case, where BSD Cast will feel, that their life became too hard, they remember, that Reader were taking care of a baby by her own for few months. And she didn't let herself give up. This thought give BSD Cast strength to move forward.

10. Baby, after going to kindergarten, will call Reader her hero. Before a whole class of kids and their parents. She made everyone cry.

#self-awarebsd #self-awareau #bungou stray dogs au

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piglet26 · 4 months

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Finnrey! I ship the Bffs while I Reylo. TFA

Let's be clear I love FinnRey and I understand the possibility of them being romantically was set up. John Boyega and Daisy Ridley were set up as the heroes of the new trilogy and they had wonderful chemistry. More than that, it was clear they enjoyed working together. John Boyega confirmed that JJ Adams developed Finnrey even more as he watched John Boyega and Daisy Ridley friendship develop.

Everything in the galaxy was beautiful. Hopeful. We saw two strangers become two friends willing to die with one another. We saw a boy meet girl. Girl stand up for boy. Boy stand up for girl. They go on an adventure together.

...... then this happened.

And Reylo took over the world. Daisy Ridley and Adam Driver have dynamic and sexual chemistry. Even with just about three scenes that they have in the movie they left quite an impression. They single handedly sent the trilogy on a different course than initially planed. That wasn't the only thing to happen. Reylo became a lightning rod for both love and hate. Thus began Reylo vs Finnrey. In between all of that was frustration over Finn being sidelined and mistreated. Sadly, I don't think many Star Wars understand the essential element that was Finnrey, nor understand their relationship. FinnRey are soulmates too, they're not just romantic. Rey's destiny laid elsewhere.

Another important point. Finn has become quite famous, even to my mother who never watched the movies, for screaming "Rey". This on top of his non-sexual friendship with Rey somehow made Finn deemed "A Simp" by the Star Force Bros. Or, he's a black man following a white woman around. It's insulting, simple minded and goes against storytelling.

FinnRey as told in The Force Awakens

While Rey and Kylo introductions are meant to represent ying yang, Finn and Rey introductions are meant to highlight their similarity. Finn is a stormtrooper. A child kidnapped, conditioned and employed as a sanitation worker with a side hustle of fighting. Rey is a scavenger. A child abandoned to work for Unkar Plott and live a lonely and isolated life. The glasses Rey uses in her work are taken from a Stormtrooper uniform. The first we see of Finn is in his stormtrooper uniform. They are both in white.

Finn as a character is earnest, brave, loyal and quick to form friendships. While he initially only helped Poe because he needed a pilot to flee the First Order, he doesn't take Poe's life for granted. When he finds out Poe made it out of Jakku alive, he's genuinely happy.

Rey, despite what people think, does have a character. Rey is guarded, lonely, impulsive, resourceful and independent by circumstances not choice. When these two collide it's because Finn see's Rey being attacked and feels compelled to help her. BB-8 tells Rey that the jacket Finn is wearing is his owner's so naturally Rey thinks he stole it. She mistake him for a resistance fighter and he goes along with it.

Naturally both Rey and Finn seem interested in one another at first. Suddenly this dashing, handsome, resistance pilot falls in your lap and walks with you on an adventure.... girl, you see what's what before you say no. You could say the same for Finn. We're not given much information about his upbringing as a stormtrooper, but his initial reaction to meeting this brave, pretty girl is to form a bit of a crush. We've seen in Rey's introduction that she fantasizes The Resistance. She's got a resistance doll and she playfully wears a resistance helmet.

In the movie, we're given more of a hint that there is an romantic intention from Finn's perspective such as when he asked if she had a boyfriend, cute boyfriend. In the novel, it's clear she does notice his attractive appearance, "And she’d found a new friend who, unlike BB-8, was flesh and blood. In fact, **after getting a good look at him, he was quite..."

But the moment she and Finn are pushed back into action, Rey loses her sentiment and simply bonds with Finn as a person. Rey is actually annoyed she's been marked by the Stormtroopers simply by being near him. Finn keeps taking Rey's hand as he leads her away from danger hahaha something that she really loathed. A moment of shift is highlighted in the novel when there's an explosion behind them on Jakku. Rey is the first to orient herself and when she checks on Finn, the first thing Finn does is ask if Rey is ok. This is all Rey ever wanted... someone who cares about her. This is what shifts her from being dragged along to actively helping both her and Finn survive.

Finn and Rey actually form a beautiful and deep bond very quickly mostly because they start off together. Both of them are out of their environments with literally one person that's really in step with them. Can you blame them for latching onto one another?

As they flee in outer space, they learn one another's name and get to know one another better. We as an audience get to see that both are complimentary to each other and already more open. When Han Solo captures the Falcon both continue to seek to protect one another.

While Finn and Rey both try to flee the First Order and encounter Han Solo Finn's goals haven't changed. While at Maz's canteen? Finn's announces his goal to flee the First Order and Rey is shocked when he 'abandons' his mission with The Resistance to find refugee in the outer rim. "Rey sat at Maz’s table, stung by Finn’s departure. She had saved his life multiple times, and yet he had dumped her like an empty blaster cartridge. She chided herself for thinking he would be different. If her short life had taught her anything, it was that those close to her would abandon her. That was the way of the galaxy. Best to live alone and look out only for number one. Then you wouldn’t get hurt. Then you would survive. So why did she suddenly find herself going after him?"

It's in this moment that Finn finally reveals the truth about the fact that he's a stormtrooper and not apart of the resistance. He tells the story of his rebellion. "I made a choice. I wasn’t going to kill for them. So I ran. Right into you.” Finn’s voice broke, but he quickly recovered. “You asked me if I was Resistance, and looked at me like no one ever had." That! Right there! Finn saw a chance to be something else in someone's eyes and took it. He ask for Rey to come with him (maybe she should have hahaha) Rey wants to continue on with her mission to get BB-8 back to the resistance, while Finn runs off with a crew to seek refugee in the outer RIM.

Now I cannot say this enough. Finn doesn't give a damn about the resistance. Nor does he cares about fighting the good fight. At least not in the first film and most of the second. When Maz's place is attacked by the First Order. It's his affection, loyalty and respect for Rey that motivates him to stand up for himself and confront his fears. When Rey is kidnapped in the sprint of his life Finn tries to save her. When he concludes that Rey was taken to First Order base he goes straight there with the help of the resistance, even going as far as deceipt, to rescue her. He faces off with Kylo Ren, the greatest threat within The First Order, in order to defend Rey and himself.

Han Solo – “How do you know how to disable the shields?

”Finn – “I don't. I'm just here to get Rey.”

Han Solo – “You sure you're up for this?”

Finn – “Hell no. I'll go in and try to find Rey.”

Meanwhile while Kylo Ren is interviewing (side eye) Rey he takes a peak into the emotions of Rey concerning Finn. "Hmm…," Kylo Ren murmured softly. "You've met the traitor who served under me. A minor annoyance grown larger than he deserves. You find him more than tolerable." He drew back slightly, bemused. "You've even begun to care for him. A weakness, such distractions." Yeah, the boy is in her heart.

Then there is the moment when Han, Chewie and Finn find Rey on the First Order Base. "Whatever the Wookie had uttered caused tears to well up in her eyes. Having never found himself in such a position before, Finn was unsure how to respond. Knowing well her inner toughness he wondered what Chewbacca had said that could have inspired such a reaction. "What'd he say?" She sniffed and wiped her face. That it was your idea If he had been unable to find the right words with which to respond before, her reply, combined with the look she gave him, reduced him to a state of temporary aphasia."

It cannot be underestimated the importance of Finn on Rey's overall development. Rey’s spent her whole life waiting for her family to come back for her on Jakku, knowing really the whole time that they never would. Finn coming back for Rey after she was captured is the first time in her life someone has cared enough for her to come back for her. He cares about her, he fights for her, he came back for her and never asked for anything in return. The two of them have a friend, a genuine friend, probably for the first time in their lives and despite the fact that neither of them know much about friendship..... they make great friends.

It's also really cute how Finn gave her his jacket to wear while out in the cold.

It does have to be mentioned that originally in The Force Awakens novelization there was suppose to be the beginning of a romance. The authors recalls being asked to edit the book. One request that “bothered” Foster while writing “The Force Awakens” was to remove the romance he was setting up for Rey and Finn, played by Daisy Ridley and John Boyega in the film. The two characters are not romantically involved in “The Force Awakens” movie, but Foster said Abrams’ screenplay was “obviously the beginnings of a relationship” between Finn and Rey.

In the forest while Kylo Ren's real bone to pick is with the traitor/Finn ultimately Finn stands against Kylo Ren to protect Ren, facing his fear by doing so.

Likewise Rey stands against Kylo Ren to protect Finn who had just been injured by him, facing her fears by doing so.

In the end Rey was prepared to die with her friend Finn as she stood by his side before being rescued by chewie.

Their initial chemical reactions to meeting each other wear off quickly, replaced by a brother-sister companionship. They are the first positive relationships in each other’s lives, and while they certainly form a bond, it’s not a romantic one. Onto The Last Jedi.

It was time to go. Leaning in to him as closely as the pod would permit, she kissed him softly. "We'll see each other again my friend. I believe that."

#star wars #finnrey #rey x finn #finn star wars #rey skywalker #rey star wars #kylo x rey #reylo #star wars sequel trilogy #the force awakens #bb8

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Day 13 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Stars

Summary: Stargazing on Yavin IV

Notes: This one can be considered a sequel to Day 8's story.

AO3

“See that one, right there?” Poe asked as he pointed upward. “About three degrees from Astrides?”

He and Rey were lying on their backs looking up at the night sky. It was Tinieblas, what locals called the few nights every month when complete darkness settled over this particular area of Yavin IV. It was the best time to view the stars, most of which weren’t visible the rest of the month thanks to the gas giant Yavin lighting up the night sky.

“Yeah,” Rey whispered, responding to his question.

“That’s Mandalore.”

“Is there anything there anymore?” Rey asked, a bit breathless. She had heard many legends regarding Mandalorians.

“Not much, from what I understand,” Poe answered. “But I think there are some Mandos out there that want to bring it back.”

He pointed again. “Now look just to the left of Mandalore’s star. The larger of the three there. That’s Kashyyyk.”

“Really?” Rey smiled. Chewie was there right now, going to take some time with his family after dropping both Poe and Rey off at Poe’s father’s farm. They had been spending the last six months looking for old Jedi temples. Or the remains of, in most cases. The Emperor had scoured the galaxy and destroyed as many as he could access years ago.

“Oh!” Poe said suddenly, looking at the star chart on his datapad. “I had to look this one up, and you can barely see it, but…” He held up the chart for Rey to see, and together they used it to find a faint star off to the right, just above the treeline. “You see it?”

“Yeah,” Rey answered. “What is it?”

“Jakku.”

Rey looked at Poe, her eyes wide.

Poe shrugged. “I know neither of us have fond memories of the place, but it is where you found BB8 and Finn.” He gave her a long look. “And they brought you to me.”

Rey gave him a soft smile, then looked back toward the star in question. “I used to stare up at the stars often at night back on Jakku. The moons are both small and there were many nights the sky was so full of stars you could never look at the exact same cluster from night to night.” She paused. “I wonder if I ever looked at Yavin without knowing it?”

“Maybe,” Poe answered quietly.

“Maybe the Force pointed it out to me unconsciously,” Rey said. “I often wonder what the Force was responsible for during my life on Jakku,” she continued. “Or was it dormant until I left?”

“Did you ever have any strange dreams or premonitions growing up?” Poe asked.

“Nothing like I have now when I meditate,” Rey told him. “Dreams are dreams. How do you know if they mean anything or not?”

“True,” Poe conceded. “I’ve had some really weird dreams before. And some pretty scary ones, too.”

Rey turned to lay on her side facing him, resting her elbow on the ground and holding her head in her hand. “Did you ever dream of me?” she asked with a playful smile. “I mean, before we…” She gave him a little half-shrug.

Poe laughed. “You mean did I ever fantasize about making love to the cute Jedi Leia was training? I would never!”

Rey snorted. “I had a vision about making love to you, once.”

Poe’s eyes widened. “Really?”

She nodded. “I didn’t have any idea if it would come true or not,” she continued. “But I wanted it to,” she added softly.

“I’m so glad it did,” Poe told her, patting his chest in invitation.

Rey accepted, laying down next to him with her head on his shoulder. “Me, too.”

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #yavin 4 #stargazing #life day

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nowritingonthewall · 2 years

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🛏 : A sleeping headcanon + Poe bc I'm predictable on all fronts?

A sleeping headcanon with Poe

- Poe considers himself to be a very heavy sleeper (he claims that he would sleep through a tie fighter attack), which is why he always makes sure to never fall asleep before you. His heart just breaks at the idea of you tossing and turning with worries next to him or even having nightmares, while he keeps snoring soundly next to you. Of course, this has never actually happened. Because as soon as you show the slightest sign of discomfort during the night, he is immediately awake offering hugs, cuddles, comforting back rubs, a shoulder to cry on, sweet kisses, his soft and soothing voice, and whatever you may need to get back to sleep. Sometimes he doesn’t even have to be awake to offer his comfort. As soon as you become restless and he can’t feel you right next to him, he automatically reaches out for you in his sleep, pulls you close and into his embrace until your head comes to rest on his chest and he can bury his face in your hair. This also happens if you just accidentally roll out of each others embrace during the night.

- Nevertheless, he insists upon making sure that you have fallen asleep before he allows himself to do so, too. When you find it particularly hard to fall asleep and worry that this might lead to Poe not getting enough sleep himself, you try pretending to be asleep. So far, this hasn’t worked on one single occasion, as Poe knows too well what it sounds and feels like when you actually relax completely and fall asleep in his arms.

- One time he overheard you telling Finn how difficult it is for you to fall asleep whenever Poe isn’t lying right next to you. So he immediately started to put together a little collection for you with recordings of him singing lullabies from Yavin (sometimes messing up the lyrics on purpose to make you laugh) and telling silly jokes or cute bedtime stories his mother has told him back when he was a little boy. Initially, these files were stored in BB-8’s memory drive. One time, however, when Beebs plays you a particularly soothing recording of Poe’s singing, the little droid starts to doze off himself, which does not only result in a short circuit of his system, but also makes him play back a song called “Mamma Mia” (by a band called ABBA from a galaxy far, far away) at full blast, which wakes up half the base, the fall out of which results in a mandatory memory swipe of all files that aren’t directly related to the Resistance’s cause. (Beebs refuses to delete even a single memory of his cuddling sessions with Poe, though.)

- Whenever he can’t have you lying next to him at night, Poe sleeps with his head buried in your pillow and one of your shirts tightly clutched to his chest. One night when you get back from a quick trip to the refresher, you find him lying on your side of the bed, hugging your pillow, because “mhmhmissed you”.

- Early in your relationship it became a little ritual for the person who woke up first to wake up the other with the softest of touches and kisses imaginable. This quickly led to both of you pretending to be asleep as long as possible because being taken care of like that first thing in the morning is just too heavenly. After yet another morning meeting that you stumbled into way too late (and a raised eyebrow by Leia), you just decide to set an alarm for half an hour before you actually have to get up, just so that you’ll have at least a minimum amount of time for morning cuddles.

- There are those mornings, of course, when you simply can’t wait to bury your hand in his messy curls while slowly leaving a trail of tender kisses along his hairline, knowing perfectly well that he only pretends to be asleep. The first time you start to massage his head like that in the morning, he can’t stop himself from groaning, “Sweetheart, as much as I can’t get enough of this, you are supposed to wake me, not lull me back to sleep!” – “Mmhm, so you’re awake, then?” – “Oh kriff…” His following fake snores make you giggle so hard, he can’t help but join you, before pulling you into a tight yet comfy embrace, which doesn’t exactly help with mission “getting out of bed”, either.

- Sometimes, accidentally lulling him back to sleep is a neat trick to have the refresher all to yourself, of course. That is, if you even get as far as leaving the bed, because as soon as you turn to get up, Poe’s arm will shoot out from under the blankets and gently tug on whatever part of you he can get a hold of. “Not yet!” he will mumble. “Not yet what?” you will ask. “Not yet ready to let you go, Boops!” Fortunately, you don’t mind sharing the refresher in the slightest.

- More often than not, morning cuddles turn into cheeky tickle fights. Poe is not only extremely ticklish himself, he loves to have a go at you until you either squeal with delight or beg for mercy. Usually, the tickle attack won’t stop until you both tumble out of bed together. Whoever lands on top of the other, is usually really worried that the other one may have gotten hurt and therefore feels they have to make up for it. Poe is so good at being protective that he usually manages to make you land on top of him. Or maybe he just really really loves how you take care of him afterwards. And you will never be able to resist those baby ewok eyes looking up at you waiting for you to cover his face in soft and loving kisses.

I hope I did this correctly, thank you so much for sending that ask 🥰

#poe dameron #poe x reader #poe dameron x reader #fanfiction #my headcanons #chrissie tries to write #chrissie gifs

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abbonation · 1 year

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State Champs!

Wherein Kylo is a hockey player and you give him a congratulations prize in the locker room!

2.9k words, only loosely edited <3

Chitter chattering, laughing and suddenly- loud rock music, horns honking and cheering erupts from every corner of the mid sized ice rink. The loud sound of stomping draws nearer and I look over to my right, out of the corner of the room here they come. God damn, they were a sight to behold. Each and every one is strong and thick with muscles. Mine especially, I can tell it’s him not only by the way the black pants hug his thick fucking thighs and that dark, raven hair peeking under his helmet- but by his jersey, too: SOLO 80 it reads.

I watch their skates slice open the fresh ice as they make their way over to their benches- all high fives and fake punches. I spot Vicrul and Ushar too, sidled up next to him. I like to call them 'The Knights’ ‘cause of the way they stand at attention before and during a game. So serious.. it’s cute. I notice Kylo- that’s what he’s going by these days- look out over the crowd seeking my face. I make him search for a second before I stand up and wave to him, and when I squint I can see him smile as he waves back. I wanna lift my shirt up and flash him, he looks so damn good in that uniform I can barely stand it, but I resist. Mostly because it’s really fucking cold in here. Did I mention that already?

After the home team settles in, out comes the other finalist team from their corner- Kylo and I like to call them the Resistance since they just can’t seem to follow the rules and play the game fair, sometimes we just call them cheating dick eaters, though. I have to admit- they look hot too, is it the uniforms? The helmets? Maybe all of the above. I see DAMERON 17 and FINN 32, I recognize them from the last time Kylo played them.

The game begins as normal as any other- except for the fact that this is finals and not only is there a huge ass trophy at stake, but the title of state champs! This year is Kylo’s first as team captain, so, of course, he has to be the very best at this. Absolutely nooo room for failure, just like everywhere else in his life. I cheer along with the crowd as TRUDGEN 44 on our team makes a goal, and boo as loud as I can when SKYWALKER 02, also known as Rey, also known as Kylos mortal enemy, scores back.

Phasma guards that damn goal within an inch of her life, though, and blocks more than enough tries to keep the score even, TICO 57, Rose is her first name, I think, on the Resistance team slams into Ushar knocking him up against the glass partition when he goes to knock the puck up the rink; he stumbles and falls but hey- most is fair in love and hockey so the refs don’t call it, even if it is pretty cheeky of her. As time ticks down and the score stays pretty much even, I watch Kylo intently. He’s stayed mostly out of the way during this game, which is out of the ordinary, but when the last ten minutes begin he pounds his fist into the opposite palm and I feel my cunt clench in excitement.

Time for the final face off. Rey and Kylo stand head to head as the ref tosses up the puck, it’s knocked to the left by Rey and off they go, down the rink and back up twice before Kylo catches a break away and leaves the pack- gliding up the ice to their goal. Poe bends at the knees and sticks his arms out blocking the puck, Vicrul swoops from around the goal and sweeps the puck back out mid rink, Kylo makes to knock it in when Rey checks him from behind and he flies off balance, falling and hitting his helmet on the wall ahead. Of course– of course she commits an illegal fucking move at the last second thinking she’d get away with it.

I stand up and start towards the stairs when Kylo doesn’t immediately get up, I knew this was a bad idea. Oh my god, has he passed out?! Good god I’m literally going to kill her.

Oh wait, a hand in the air- okay. He’s okay. Good. That bitch.

His hand is in the air and he’s waving that he’s okay, it takes a referee and a Knight to heave him up back on his skates. The crows hollers for him and I watch him skate around in slow circles trying to regain confidence in himself. I wish I could run over there for a quick fuck, I mean kiss…

After a couple minutes they’re back to the game, and within a couple more, Kylo makes a winning shot, knocking the puck straight between Poe's legs, the timer chirps and we win! I jump up once again, this time for joy, as the crowd of students and professors alike erupt, what a game! It feels so good to watch Rey and the gang of losers sulk towards the Knights, sticks in hand to do the last tradition of bumping them together on their way back to the respective locker rooms. Kylo and Rey are last in line and I watch as she grabs his wrist, surprising him. She says something to him and pushes him away, moving to catch up with her team. I grab all my blankets and make for the team before the rush of people leaving begins.

Down by the ice it’s all hugging and “congratulations guys,” and “that pass was awesome, man!” I single Kylo out and sneak up on him, wrapping my arms around his midsection and I feel him grab my arms and turn, “I knew you were there,” he smiles grandly down at me.

A bashful “Hi!” Is all I can muster.

“Hi,” He’s all smiles tonight, good. He deserves to be.

“I’m proud of you, you did incredible out there, even with public enemy number one trying to take you out”

He beams, “Thanks honey, but we,” he gestures to the team, “did incredible. I was fine, even after the hit.”

“Well, it was scary. For a second,” I watch his eyes, they do look a tad hollow. I hope I didn’t burst his bubble.

I’m so elated for him, he looks so sure of himself right now, he’s been so confused and anxious recently, he really needed a boost of confidence.

“But you showed her what for in the end, amiright guys?” You smile at the rest of the team and they all slap Kylo on the back, Vicrul “missing” and catching his ass. He shouts and smiles, turning back to his team. Nice save, me.

I hear Vicrul talking to the rest of the team, “So Maz’s tavern at like 11 and then what?”

I want him to go out and have fun, but I really can’t be out that late. I mean, I can.. But who wants to be out until 3 or 4 in the morning hanging out at a stinky ass bar?

“Well, umm- I guess I’ll go ahead out, it was a great game guys,” I start turning to tell Kylo his special goodbye when he pulls me in for a deep kiss.

His soft lips are cold and the icy tip of his nose pokes into my cheek. I feel his hot tongue part those lips and suddenly I’m melting in his arms. I let out a little sound and he grabs onto me tighter. “Don't- uhm, don’t leave yet. Come to the locker room in like ten minutes, kay?”

Ohhh yes. Fuck yeah, I will be coming to the locker room to get fucked by my hot boyfriend in ten minutes. “Sure honey, see you in a few– bye guys!” I lay another quick kiss on Kylo’s cheek and wave goodbye to the rest of the team and make my fake exit to wait by the small food court.

I try to look as natural and unassuming as possible while the team rumbles out of the locker room, past the food court towards the doors; then I make my way behind them back towards the men's locker room where I know he’ll be waiting.

Upon turning the entry way wall, his jersey is bent over removing his skates, so I sneak up behind him and put my cold hands on the tops of his shoulders, “Heyyy, Benny Boy,” I lull out to him.

He jumps slightly but turns around smiling down at me nonetheless. Instantly his lips are on mine, hands rubbing up and down my back. He moves a hand up to hold my head and deepens our kiss. I moan and curl into him, clutching at his hair, when he groans back to me a thrust comes from his hips into my belly and I just can’t wait once I can tell how desperate he is.

I pull my face back and look at his pinkened cheeks– he blows air through his nose, “I need you literally right fucking now,” his eyes are deep brown with blown out pupils.

“I need you too, are you sure we can, like- do it here? In the locker room?” As much as I want his cock, I reeeeally don’t wanna get kicked out of college because of my own insatiable cunt.

“Hmm, well, let’s find out..if, if you’re comfortable with that,” he smirks and steps back towards me, hands on my shoulders once again.

Okay, fear out the window. I’m ready to get fucked. I nod my assent to him and remember my thoughts from earlier and decide to stop before he gets too deep into this. I want to bring him to the edge in a very special way before letting him cum.

“Ooh uh uh Benny, not so fast,” I shake my head and put my hands on his hips; and begin walking him backwards to a bench against the far wall. When the back of his knees hit the bench he not very gracefully finds a seat, slamming his ass into the hardwood. I drop to my knees and watch him visibly shiver and pull his lip in to bite it.

I smile up at him and move to kiss his lower thighs above his pants and he immediately starts in, “Fuck- I’ve always wanted to do this with you here, Jeeesus you’re perfect,” He’s grasping for me like I’m made of light itself and he’s staring down into my face in awe.

I move my hands up and down his thighs and over his belly, brushing my lips over his erection and stomach with each move. He thrusts up towards my face, lewd sounds breaking the air of the locker room.

“You have to be quiet, Kylo. If you want me to suck your cock.”

“Fuck, fuck okay, I- Ican be quiet,” he tips his head back to rest on the wall and it’s the perfect opportunity to pull his pants and shorts down to his knees, he jerks his head up and lifts his ass so I can maneuver them down his tree trunk thighs.

His velvety thighs covered in short hair are revealed to me and I just can’t help but kiss each inch I see. With each one I lay down his cock twitches through his boxers, and as I remove those too, I see his gorgeous pink dick stand up tall at attention in front of my face. My mouth waters and I look up to make eye contact with him, he’s sucking his lips in his mouth, eyes boring holes into my head. While maintaining eye contact with Kylo’s incredible amber irises I lean forward and suck just the spongy tip into my mouth and those lips fall open and let a loud moan loose. I don’t even care anymore, I just want him to keep making these sounds for me, it doesn’t matter if we get caught. I smile around him and move my head down further, as far as I can go, while keeping my hands on his thighs. He clenches and his balls draw up when I wrap my hands around his length to cover the parts my mouth can’t reach.

We continue like this for a couple minutes, me bringing him close to the edge and then backing down until he’s huffing and puffing, thrusting and begging. He sure is a sight to behold. All corded musculature clenching and unclenching under my hands.

“Puh-please, please let me come or something,” He groans out, “I fucking need to come–”

I fake a pout up at him, “But honey- I wanna come too,” I whine and stroke his cock harder.

His balls draw up again and he moves his hand to my wrist, stopping me from continuing.

“Fuck yes, okay, sugar- lay down and I’ll make you come. I’m so close.”

I jump up and shimmy off my leggings and stretch out on the bench opposite him, and he stands, pants still around his knees, and jersey hanging just high enough that his cock juts out from beneath it. So. fucking hot. I can feel my pussy clench at the sight, I look him up and down, and- when I reach his face he’s smiling down at me.

I move to rub my clit and he bites his jersey to hold it up while strokes off. Kylo gets down on his knees and crawls across the tiled floor to where my legs are spread open on the bench- a moth to a flame. Ohh yeah- he knows what his job is.

“Do you want to suck my clit, Kylo?” I look down at him stroking his cock for me as he kisses my thighs.

“Yes please,” A near whimper.

“This is your reward for doing so well tonight during the game.” I smile and run my hand through his hair, pulling him towards my pussy.

He thrusts his hips up and blushes at me.

“I was good?”

He wants more praise, greedy boy. That’s okay, if I get to watch him jack off and nearly come just from the taste of my pussy, I’ll give him all the praise he wants.

“Yes, honey, you did wonderfully. You look so powerful out there on the-” I gasp as he hungrily sucks the hood of my clit into his mouth, “Out- out there on the, ice” My eyes roll back as he leans back and spits a glob of saliva down onto my clit and returns those lips back to me.

He’s slurping and teasing me into another realm and all I can do is keep telling him how good he is- for me, for his team.

“Fuck yes, fuck Kylo- I’m close, so ssso close,” I’m loosely shoving my hips into his face now, holding him tightly by his hair, and he’s fucking taking it perfectly.

“Don’t come yet,” The first coherent words I’ve heard from him in about 8 ½ minutes, he quickly stands and rests one knee on the bench, keeping the other planted on the ground, and bends over to lift my hips, effectively pulling me up to the perfect angle for fucking.

“Yes Kylo, fuck, are you gonna fuck me?” I pant out to him, control be damned I need his cock inside me- now.

“Sugar, I am gonna come so far inside your pussy, so fucking fast.”

“It’s- it’s okay, I want it,” I grasp his bicep and he notches his tip inside. He slides through and seats himself as deep as he can go, and once again I involuntarily groan and roll my eyes back. He does the same and leans forward to kiss me.

“Holy fuck, babe, look at us,” His eyes move to where we’re connected, “Fucking perfect.” He thrusts and I lose consciousness, its fucking amazing, his pubic bone rubs all over my clit, and his cock drags over every spot on my slick walls.

“Lemme rub your clit,” He murmurs right into my ear, I clench around him in response.

He moves his huge calloused hand between us and skims his fingertips over my nerves.

“I’m so close Benny, I’m gonna come all over you.”

“Oh fuck, say it again, please- please say it-,” He closes his eyes and speeds up, he’s about to come too.

“I’m- gonna fucking come all over your cock, Kylo,”

“Ohhh fuck,” He whines and thrusts so so hard, a handful of times. He catapults me over the edge with his fingertips and my vision totally blanks out as I thrust and groan and clench around him. He empties himself inside with his head buried in my neck, kissing and licking and I can only try to catch my breath as he heavily gulps above me.

It takes a few minutes to come back down to earth- but when I do, I’m sticky and way too hot, plastered to a hard ass bench by a 250 pound heating pad made of muscle. I run my hands through his dark hair again and whisper, “Hey get off me you’re fucking heavy.”

He laughs, “Always so romantic,” Kylo grabs a towel from his locker and brings it over to wipe me off, I watch as he carefully manuvers my sensitive lower half, hair completely fucked from where I’ve been yanking on it for the better part of an hour and shorts still around his knees. He’s absolutely glowing- It’s the little things.

When he’s finished with me, he wipes himself off and grabs his duffel bag, hockey stick and helmet. “C’mon let's get home, I need a shower so damn bad.”

#kylo ren #kylo x reader smut #kylo ren x reader smut #kylo ren x reader #hockeyplayer!kylo #subby!kylo #sub!kylo #maybe not sub #but reader is definitely the one in charge

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nonhumanhottie · 10 months

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Something stirred in Poe, an old, locked-away feeling, and he was overcome by how cute Finn was. Sincere, honest, a deep and calm pool, with water so clear and still you could see straight through him, to his core. And there was no darkness there, no red haze, Poe could tell. There never would be. Poe stood toe to toe with Finn. They were equal in height. That was nice. Finn didn’t look at him. His eyes darted left and right, trying to focus on anything else. Poe stayed close and Finn didn’t move away or act uncomfortable. He was flustered, but he was tilting his head, trying to force his gaze to stay on Poe. Every time he managed, Poe noticed it was his lips, not his eyes, Finn stared at.

Read the full fic here!

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The wrecking of the Steadfast

I just published Chapter 4, in which

…Finn must come to terms with his undiagnosed force sensitivity

Hux corrected the tugboat’s course to avoid collision with a large piece of scrap metal from the Steadfast that came tumbling their way. Then he took up the conversation again:

“Damn… Why didn’t Ren ever say something this useful! You’d think he’d be capable of doing the same things an untrained force sensitive can? But, no, all he ever contributed was swordplay to achieve victories a blaster wielding unit would have scored just a minute or so later. That, and keeping the maintenance crew busy.”

“Venturing a guess, I’ve heard tell that the Dark Side dishes out quick and easy power, but exerts a heavy price later. The more Ren lost himself in it, the more he might have lost an idea of the big picture, too, and forgot all the small ways to nudge things into the desired direction.”

“Makes sense.”

The way I’m paying the price for my folly now. Let’s face it, for all practical purposes I’ve become what I’ve been fighting: a rebel, the distinction between having joined the Resistance and acting as its ally being near meaningless in our situation. I really need to take care not to get too comfortable in this role.

…the rebels dismantle a Star Destroyer

Rose yanked a control panel off a console and gave it a little momentum. The panel soared towards the navigation station, where Hux had removed the remains of that one’s destroyed panel. He caught the replacement and slammed it into position with a little more force than was advisable, unable to correctly judge his strength or lack thereof in the vacuum of space. Losing no time, BB-8 plugged it in. When the computer lit up again, Hux pulled up a navigation software and maps of New Harvest. Unfamiliar with working in a zero G environment he lost his footing a few times, until BB-8 spat out a liquid cable, that he subsequently tied loosely around the human’s hip. “I can’t tell whether that was supposed to be help- or spiteful…” Beeping the equivalent of an impish giggle, BB-8 went to help Rose re-establish the connection between the navigation computer and the systems that received their instructions from it.

…Hux becomes housetrained

“Wait, are you saying that we are something like noble barbarians to you?” Rose uttered.

“With an innocent charm. Those last few days I felt… sheltered. But it cannot last. It’s cute, just not sustainable. The Resistance is doomed to fail same as the republics failed.”

“Then help us create an environment in which our way of life will be sustainable! Even if only to scoff at each of our ideas, prompting us to improve them just to shut you up!”

“That would be the day, wouldn’t it?”

“Armitage…”

“Let’s finish this mission. And stop being so damn paranoid about me killing you guys left and right already! It’s irritating!”

…and Poe struggles with the aftermath of his concussion.

“I take it as a tactician you rarely leave your bridge? This is going to be rough! I need a co-pilot, especially one who understands what each of the screens is trying to tell me.”

It wasn’t just that everything was arranged completely different, although still making sense, as there were only so many ways one could put the different panels and still be efficient. The damn First Order font, that was so similar, yet different, irritated Poe to no small degree. He had no muscle memory to apply to the Upsilon, and additionally would have to waste precious split seconds just deciphering the unfamiliar letters. No, he definitely needed a co-pilot now, and something primeval and ancient within Poe insisted that this co-pilot being Armitage was a huge bonus.

Five minutes later Hux once again knew what Poe had meant when he had said things would become turbulent. The world was spinning way too fast, with far too many opponents coming at them (or the same opponent appearing to be in several places at once). He held fast to the console and kept focusing on the numbers, for the first time in his life grateful to be the second row player only. Keeping track of all the information and relaying the most important bits to the actual pilot was the co-pilot’s main task, as expected, but equally important was to snarl “Breath!” regularly, whenever Poe started looking a bit too green around the nose. The last thing they needed now was him retching all over the cockpit.

“Too many… too fast…” Poe gasped, painfully aware that no enemy craft would be left by now, were he sitting in his trusty Freitek T-70.

Also: the first kiss!

“Yes. Pondering where to go from here, I think I’d like to extend this alliance until I can see Ren’s corpse with my own eyes. That, or sufficient proof of his passing.”

“Still that obsessed…”

Hux shrugged. Poe suspected that the General had practiced even this oh-so natural looking gesture in front of a mirror a lot.

“Clinging to that obsession is the easiest way to retain my sanity right now. My head is spinning, differently from yours, though. Nothing’s quite fitting into place anymore.”

“How so?”

“Ever since we joined forces, I felt liberated. As if an invisible whip in my back just wasn’t there anymore. The prospect of going back from that to my old life too soon is unpleasant.”

The good news is that you wouldn’t go back to your old life, but to prison, the moment you called the alliance off, Poe thought. Out loud he said: “We’ve gotten used to have you around”, then his eyes went wide. “Bucket!” he cried, followed by a gurgle.

“Well”, Hux commented while handing the bucket back without looking at it. “It was worth a try.”

One vomiting fit later, Poe raised his head.

“I once had a near-boyfriend”, he said, feeling silly for withholding the name, when the whole galaxy knew who that man had been. “But I was too indecisive, or maybe took things to be for granted too much, so nothing came from it and now he’s spoken for by another. I don’t want that to happen again. I… Uh… somebody hold that bucket for a spell? It kinda gets in the way of the message.”

And with these words, he slung his arms around the other man, looked up and kissed him. Given what Poe had spent his time with before, the contact could have been more pleasing. A lot more.

Why, Hux wondered. Why does this keep happening? I have the skills, the determination and the patience, but something in the universe must be against me. Every time I get what I want, it gets delivered in the worst fashion imaginable.

“One day, little rat, you’ll be the end of me. And I of you.”

Read it here: Chapter 1-4 or only Chapter 4

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1-800-local-slut · 9 months

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The Scientist Epilogue 2

I can't process that this is the end! Thank you to everyone who read this, and I hope you enjoy this. I really liked writing The Scientist as well.

Please let me know what you thought of this series in the replies, I'd greatly appreciate it.

Warnings: fluff, a cute baby, slight body insecurity

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Shy!Black!Scientist!Fem!Reader

Series Masterlist

The End <3

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“The baby’s sleeping but I’m not sure if she’s awake.” Poe whispered, his finger over his lips in an attempt to keep his guest quiet. Animals chirped merrily outside of the home, and the Sun shone through the beautiful open space. Pictures of the couple and the small trinkets littered the walls. Books and toys were left on the floor and a pair of boots were messily knocked over.

Rey’s taller form pulled him into a warm hug, shoving gifts into Finn’s already full hands. Poe reciprocated the hug, having not seen the woman in quite some time. Finn leaned in for an awkward side hug. It was the best he could do given the small pile of gifts in his arms. The lady of the house tried her best to assure them there was no need to get anything crazy. A box of diapers would do, but Poe, ever so dramatic, insisted on the opposite. He smiled at the memory of announcing the arrival of their bundle of joy, the screams of joy and congratulatory hugs passed around.

“Here, I’ll take some of this. She’ll want to open them with all of us here.” Taking the boxes into his paint stained hands, he avoided touching them to his milk covered shirt. With a slight grunt, Finn basically threw bags and boxes into Rey’s arms and she scowled at him. With a harsh elbow she glared at the man. Poe chuckled, and he led the two down the hallway, keeping his voice to a whisper as he spoke to them. They asked questions, questions on how big the baby is, how much she eats, how often she naps. And Poe answered them with such joy and excitement that he struggled to keep his voice to a whisper.

Finally they got to the bedroom. The room where Poe held the most important things in his life to his chest anymore, hidden away from the war and chaos of the universe. Sure it was selfish, but some days Poe imagined not returning to work and simply staying here with his girls. Opening the brown door, Poe saw the love of his life, his wife of two going into three years.

She was sitting up in their bed, holding a bright faced baby in her lap. Her hair was in a pink bonnet that matched their daughters. She was making soft cooing noises at her, giving her a finger to play with as she tickled her chin. The baby made a happy noise and her mother gasped and smiled happily in response. Puffing out her cheeks, Poe watched his wife and daughter make the same faces at each other.

“Whose momma’s girl? Are you? Is it you?” With a happy coo, Poe smiled with the same grin his daughter had. Iliaisa Shara Dameron, the three month old daughter of Poe Dameron and his lovely wife. Named after Poe’s mother, named after his Scientist’s mother.

Iliaisa, who had inherited her mothers curious and gorgeous eyes. Illiasia, who had her fathers smile and loose curls. Iliaisa, who had a bright smile despite having no teeth. Iliaisa, the light of Poe’s life. Iliaisa, the child who was the perfect combination of Poe and his Scientist.

“Hey baby, I have some people who would love to see you.”

“Well I want to see you.” She shot back with a smile, looking up and fixing her bonnet over her hair. Her eyes then widened seeing her husband's friends in her doorway. Finn and Rey stood behind the door frame, looking at the bright-eyed baby. Ilisia was being held up gently by her mom, and was sucking on one of her moms fingers with a tight grip on her wrist. Her golden brown skin was contrasted with the white sheets and her pink nap shirt.

“Oh! Why didn’t you tell me we had guests?” Poe bent down to hear her whispering.

“I did.” Poe responded with another whisper, taking Iliasia from her mothers arms. The baby grinned seeing her dad, and Poe blew a raspberry onto her cheek.

“I wasn’t paying attention.” She responded with a sleepy frown that added to Poe’s laughter. Despite looking tired as all hell, Poe’s wife was still stunning. Her eyes were still as vibrant as the day Poe fell in love with her. In fact, he hardly noticed any changes while she was pregnant. Even though she was absolutely terrified he wouldn’t still adore her, he still did. He loved every stretch mark, bump, swollen toe, on her body. Placing a kiss to her forehead, he watched his wife rise out of their bed with elegance.

“Thank you guys for coming.” With open arms, she pulled Finn and Rey into a soft hug, her voice hoarse from the lack of sleep. Her silk bonnet ghosted over Rey’s face, like it’s done to Poe’s many times.

“It’s no problem. We’d never miss a chance to meet this cutie pie.” Rey joked, which amused Iliasia. Perhaps it was the accent, their daughter always loved silly voices. Poe approached the three. He was whispering to their baby, who would nod or make a noise in response.

“You think so? I don’t know sweetie.” He whispered and the other three stared in silence. He looked up and smiled at his wife and bestfriends. That boyish grin the Scientist fell in love with, and their daughter inherited.

“This is Finn and Rey. Can you say ‘hi’?” Poe asked his baby using his usual baby talk. The Scientist rolled her eyes but didn’t mean it. Seeing the love of her life, and the most important thing in the galaxy so peaceful and safe warmed her stressed heart. She loved the man before her more than anything. Poe took Iliasia’s small hand and waved it to his friends.

“Hello, I’m Finn.” The man stepped forward slightly, bending down to reach her eye level and was met with small toes tapping his face. Rey snickered in the back and Iliasia’s mother giggled in amusement at her daughter. Though she did suspect it had something to do with her hunch that her daughter's sight wasn’t all the way there.

Oftentimes, if things were too far from her face she needed to feel it in order to identify it. Just babies doing what babies do perhaps, but her own mother told her stories of the Scientist having the same habit. And her sight isn’t exactly the best.

“Sorry about that, she does that. Not totally sure why.” With a cross between a smile and a frown, Poe gently removed the baby's foot from Finn’s face.

“I’m Rey, I hope you won’t put your foot in my face.” Rey teased the small girl, who observed her with wide brown eyes. She walked around to the side, away from kicking distance. Instead the Jedi was met with a tiny palm making contact with her forehead. Well, she didn’t get a foot to the face.

“Well. You got what you asked for.” Finn teased and Poe couldn’t hold his laughter. Rey grinned and gingerly removed the baby's palm.

“Oh what a sweetie.” Rey smiled, peering down at the baby who smiled up at her after a moment. Rey had noticed she had her mothers same blank features at first. She would just stare emptily at people, no readable expression on her face. Then she’d make up her mind on what she feels and her expression would follow accordingly. For a moment the brunette wondered. Would she be shy like her mother? Boisterous like her father? Then she heard two identical laughs, one from her friend's wife and one from her baby.

Poe was holding his wife around the hips, and she was holding the baby in her arms. Poe placed a smooch on her neck and spun the two around gently. It was like the two were absorbed in their own world, perfectly happy with their baby and each other.

The family was perfect. Happy, hidden away on the safety of the planet. Sure eventually they’d need to return to work and the cruel galaxy, or maybe just one of them. Perhaps just Poe. But either way, the family would figure it out. They always did.The way they did when they found out they were pregnant. The way they did when it was time for them to take their leave. The way they did when their daughter was born two weeks early. The way they always have and always will.

Thank you so much for sticking through this series! It was my first series and my first work and I’m happy it was so well received. Thank you so much for all the love and I hope you’ll continue to read my works! <3. Thank you so much for reading.

#black reader #poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #fem reader #princess leia #x reader #shy reader #leia organa #final part #i can't belive it #i'm so proud of myself #i love all of you #thank you for reading this #whenever I see this series get any notes I literally swell with pride

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