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ao3 ā¢ michael perry x f!reader | multi-chapter | teen & up | fluff | wc : 7.7k
summary: you realise that the only valid reason heād been hanging about this deliberately ā it can only meanĀ oneĀ thing : they were all assessments to see how you fared at adams elementary .
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ā donāt freak out , ok ?ā
ao3 ā¢ x f!reader | drabble | mature | angst | wc : 319
cabin pressure
ao3 ā¢ x f!reader | multi-chapter | explicit | fluff , humour , smut | wc : 7.2k
summary:
ā itās a surprise ,ā you pull an innocent smile , batting your eyelashes .
ā youāll see tomorrow .ā
ā why tomorā ā poe flashes that boyish grin . ā what did you do ?ā
morning view
ao3 ā¢ x f!reader | short | explicit | smut | wc : 1.6k
summary: it was your fault , really ā for lingering just a bit longer than you usually would that morning .
to have and to hold
ao3 ā¢ x gn!reader | short | mature | angst | wc : 1.4k
summary: his hand , keeping you whole in his protective hold on you .
stars by the pocketful
ao3 ā¢ x f!oc | short | teen & up | fluff | wc : 9.4k
summary: life day has always been a bittersweet affair for poe dameron , this delicate balance between the sweet and the bitter . this is the bitter part for him on life day on dāqar that year ; but the sweet part though ā her .
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confection | confession | concession
ao3 ā¢ jake x f!reader | multi-short | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 7.0k
summary: you have all but forgotten about the note . you watch his eyes scan the words , his voice in your head enunciates each syllable :Ā suck them like itās my cunt .
ā are you there , moriarty ?ā
ao3 ā¢ steven x gn!reader | drabble | explicit | smut | wc : 295
ā steven , please stop ā
ao3 ā¢ steven x gn!reader | drabble | teen & up | angst | wc : 200
best laid plans
ao3 ā¢ marc x gn!reader | short | mature | fluff , humour | wc : 1.7k
summary: there isnāt a proper plan in place just yet on how marc would like to broach the subject about steven and jake to you .
the hanky panky trilogy
ao3 ā¢ moon knight system x f!reader | multi-short | explicit | smut | wc : 3.1k
summary: the moon boys like you in all your different ways ā allĀ cuteĀ .
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assessment [ 3 ] [ 4 ]
ao3 ā¢ michael perry x f!reader | multi-chapter | teen & up | fluff | wc : 7.7k
summary: you realise that the only valid reason heād been hanging about this deliberately ā it can only meanĀ oneĀ thing : they were all assessments to see how you fared at adams elementary .
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grounded
ao3 ā¢ multi-chapter | teen & up | angst , fluff | wc : 5.7k
summary: bee-bee was the only reason that kept poe and rey together . now that heās gone ā
lost // found series
1 / bright stars
ao3 ā¢ modern au | multi-chapter | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 17.1k
summary: ā itās something iāve believed in for a while now , even before we ā you know , gotĀ together ,ā he said . ā that iāll be āĀ weāllĀ only be the best versions of ourselves when weāre together ; and ā any other times weāre not , weāll just be lesser versions of ourselves .ā
2 / reckless
ao3 ā¢ modern au | multi-chapter | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 27.7k
summary: poe āĀ mr dameron , he has an ability to kindle the softest light in her with that laugh of his , brighten the darkest enclaves in the depths of her soul , and bring a kind of warmth and comfort that sheād never known into the coldest and harshest parts of her body .
3 / sound of silence ( ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ ā ā ā ā¢ ā¢ ā¢ )
ao3 ā¢ wwii au | multi-chapter | mature | angst | wc : 11.3k
summary: muted conversations that resonated through the acres of green pastures in the countryside ; a kind of silence that spoke volumes in the middle of the night , as the lights went on and off to a private rhythm only the both of them knew about .
4 / staying human
ao3 ā¢ post-apocalypse au | multi-chapter | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 13.6k
summary: she canāt remember when was the last time someoneĀ touched herĀ ā either voluntarily as a sign of affection , or just methodically doing what poe is doing now . the frenzy ended so long ago , and nobody is around anymore , nobodyĀ alive .
5 / rhyme and reason
ao3 ā¢ multi-chapter | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 25.5k
summary: the ābig revealā story that the preceding stories in the series are actually just dreams poe had ā surprise! (?) each story is fragmented as dreams are , bits and pieces weaved into different settings/stories with a similarity in context you canāt quite put your finger on .
6 / burn , burn , burn
ao3 ā¢ au | explicit | angst , smut | wc : 12.6k
summary: these are chapters in correlation to each story from this collection , told from poeās perspective before we get into the different storylines in earnest .
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Itās easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us tooā¦ There will be days where you feel all aloneā¦ And thatās when hope is needed the most. No matter how buried it gets or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for youā¦ is to become hope. People need that. And even if we fail, what better way is there to live?
THE AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 2
2014 | dir. Marc Webb
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ok i did it . i finally got around to putting together my masterlist .
itās the banners guys , thatās why iāve been procrastinating . itās a lot of work for me without photoshop because iām doing everything on my phone across three separate apps and not knowing if the images are pixelated until iām seeing them on my laptop .
thereās a lot of guesstimation as well on the size when i crop the images blind , and especially when they are a set they have to all be the same size ! itās the inconsistency that bugs me more than anything .
when youāre tired and youāre already doing something similar at work you really donāt wanna deal with all these silly intricacies you put on yourself because youāre hecking neurotic .
Firstly, I wanna say a huge CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! for doing this and fighting the procrastination! (Procrastination is a mighty beast.) šššš«š«š«
Secondly, I feel you on the annoyance with not having photoshop to edit. If it's any help, canva (if you want to use it) has an app and you can set the size of the image and then edit within that (add in screenshot/photo and make it fit like you'd like).
see i knew i shouldāve used canva at some point during this tedious process i came up with š¤£ i use it at work so idk why my brain didnāt connect the dots .
iāll give it a shot next time ! bet itāll be more fun using canva to create banners for smut fics than the stuff at work hehe .
ok i did it . i finally got around to putting together my masterlist .
itās the banners guys , thatās why iāve been procrastinating . itās a lot of work for me without photoshop because iām doing everything on my phone across three separate apps and not knowing if the images are pixelated until iām seeing them on my laptop .
thereās a lot of guesstimation as well on the size when i crop the images blind , and especially when they are a set they have to all be the same size ! itās the inconsistency that bugs me more than anything .
when youāre tired and youāre already doing something similar at work you really donāt wanna deal with all these silly intricacies you put on yourself because youāre hecking neurotic .
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Summary: you wake up alone again and decide to take sweet revenge.
Warnings: porn with minimal plot, teasing, masturbation, fingering (gloves stay on), one (1) pussy slap, unprotected p i v (armor and helmet stay on), creampie. Established relationship.
- Good morning!
Unhurriedly, swaying your hips, you step into the cockpit of the Razor Crest, carrying two cups of caf. Din is already in the pilotās seat, despite the damn early hour. You set the cups on an empty spot on the dashboard and, yawning, stretch sweetly.
- Good morning, - the manās gaze is already fixed on you: aside from panties and a short top, youāre wearing absolutely nothing else.
- Just the way you love it, - you nod at the hot caf, then take a delighted sip of your own.
- Thanks, - Din swallows, ignoring the drink you made, - what are you doing?
Ā - Drinking my caf, - you shrug innocently, causing one of the straps of your top to slide seductively down your shoulder.
- Why arenāt you dressed?
You hear those low notes in his voice, that familiar hoarseness, and realize that your straightforward plan is working.
You woke up alone again. And yet your man wasnāt even away on one of his missions right now - it was just that stupid habit of his of waking up at the crack of dawn and, as soon as he got out of bed, getting right down to business, depriving you of the morning sex you love so much. Clearing his throat, Din turns away and tries unsuccessfully to remember what he was doing two minutes ago.
- Whatās the big deal? - you have the sweetest smile on your face.
- Itāsā¦ distracting, - your Mandalorian mutters, feigning annoyance, as if he doesnāt like what heās seeing.
- Could it be... - you reply, leaning over the sensors and screens, studying the coordinates of the course he set; your lower back arches slightly, your butt temptingly sticking out.
Finally, you feel the sweet taste of victory: a large palm in a glove touches your leg, slowly sliding up the inside of your thigh. Smiling dreamily, you half-close your eyes in pleasure. Dinās hand caresses your soft butt with an air of ownership - he knows it belongs only to him, and that realization turns you both on.
Standing on your tiptoes, you reach for the buttons and switches and engage autopilot, then lock the cockpit door, ensuring privacy for the two of you. And then gracefully hop up onto the dashboard. Your hips end up in the perfect position - right at Dinās eye level, and your bare feet press against the armrests of his seat on either side of him.
- I woke up alone again, - you pout your lips, offended, - I wanted you to be with me so badly...
- Cyarāika, - the man exhales guiltily, - I...
Your pussy involuntarily tightens at that tender name - you absolutely adore it when he calls you that.
- I wanted you to kiss me, - you pull up the hem of your top, baring your breasts with boldly protruding nipples, - I wanted you to caress me...
Pushing the thin fabric of your panties aside, you slide your fingertips along your exposed, already wet pussy.
Dinās heavy breathing, slightly muffled by his helmet, the way his fists clenched, and the impressive bulge in his pants encourage you to keep going. With gentle, weightless touches, you tease your swollen clit, not even trying to hold back your soft, quiet moans. This little show turns you on just as much as it does him - you could easily cum right now, in front of him.
The palms of your Mandalorian rest on your bare legs - and you spread your thighs wider. Gently sliding two fingers into your needy hole, you throw your head back and let out another desperate moan.
Ā - Dank farrik! - Din growls, losing his patience and jumping to his feet.
Almost roughly, he snatches your hand away from your dripping pussy, and you gasp,Ā feeling the touch of his gloveās cool, rough leather against your delicate, sensitive flesh. First, one of his thick fingersĀ eagerly pushes inside you, and almost immediately a second one joins it. You whine and arch your back; his other hand rests on your waist and pulls you closer.
With a few precise, confident movements, he brings you to an incredibly vivid orgasm; his glove becomes completely soaked with your juices as you cum on his fingers.
Once you stop trembling, you go limp in his arms.
- No way, - Din shakes his head, still holding you with one hand while clumsily unbuttoning his pants with the other, - youāre not getting off that easy now.
Biting your lip, you smile and nod vigorously, letting him know youāre ready to take whatever heās about to give you. Last night, just a few hours ago, he, literally folding you in half, fucked you senseless, and now heās about to do it again. Will you ever get enough of each other? With all your heart, you hope that will never happen.
Dinās cock springs free, the head glistening with pre-cum, and your mouth instantly fills with saliva. You slide off your seat and drop to your knees, but the man catches you and yanks you up sharply, pulling you back to your feet.
- No, - turning you around with your back to him, he presses your chest against the dashboard where you were just sitting, then commands, - legs wider.
You obediently follow his order.
- Good girl, - he rewards you with a light slap on your pussy. You sob.
The next second, his thick cock fills you, thrusting all the way in to the balls with a single stroke. You cry out loudly, and a gloved hand clamps over your mouth. It smells of you, of your release, and your head is spinning.
Your Mandalorianās outward restraint, his cool composure, the image of a ruthless warrior who destroys his enemies without batting an eye - all of it melted away like smoke dissipating into the air when the two of you were alone. Din Djarin, the man with whom you shared your bed and your life, was the most tender, the most caring, the most devoted. And he fucked you so good that you were ready to forget your own name.
The other strong hand digs into your hip so hard that itāll probably leave bruises. He pounds into you, relentlessly, mercilessly; at first you try to move too, to find the right rhythm, but soon you give in and just let him take you however he pleases, and oh, he does it so damn well...
- Din... - you whimper, feeling the approach of orgasm.
- What is it, cyarāika? - he breathes out, leaning toward you slightly, removing his palm from your face.
- Pleaseā¦ Iā¦ I need to cumā¦
- What should I do? - he picks up the pace slightly.
- Pleaseā¦ help meā¦ pleaseā¦
- Be a good girl and donāt make a noise.
His fingers find your clit and begin to circle around it lightly and quickly, each movement pushing you closer and closer to that sweet climax. A few more powerful thrusts - and you clench around his cock with a loud moan, defying his instructions. Din curses and follows you, filling you with his hot, thick cum.
It takes both of you a few moments to come to your senses. Dinās flesh leaves your body, and you, feeling hypersensitive, shudder. His sperm, mixed with your own juices, slowly trickles down the inside of your thigh.
- Iāll get a towel.
- Wait, - you catch his hand, - donāt go, stay with me.
Din hugs you with a sigh, you press your forehead against the cool metal of his helmet.
- Iām with you, always, - he assures.
- I love kissing my man after sex, - you remark, pouting slightly.
Stepping back, Din removes his helmet, and, pulling you close again, covers your lips with his.
- Just the way you love it, - he whispers into the kiss.
you shrug innocently, causing one of the straps of your top to slide seductively down your shoulder. <- i already love how playful she is !
he knows it belongs only to him, and that realization turns you both on. <- meeep !
the touch of his gloveās cool, rough leather against your delicate, sensitive flesh. <- THE GLOVEEE ! HEāS KEEPING THE GLOVE ONNNN ! HJKGFDLSJHFLDSFD
a gloved hand clamps over your mouth. It smells of you, of your release, and your head is spinning. <- THE š GLOVE š STAYS š ONNNNN HJFDHSKLFGDHFGDS
ahem *straightens self* thank you for writing this , well played indeed . š« š« š
