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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?
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A couple of days ago Oscar appeared in Mumford & Sons new music video for their song āHereā, and I havenāt been able to stop thinking about this outfit ever since. Soā¦ I drew him. š¤
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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 .
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
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Warnings: no spoilers for the movie! Feel free to read even if you haven't seen it yet. Established relationship; unprotected p i v (while Din in his armoršš¼šš¼); oral m!receiving. A small, spicy fic with lots of loveš
Author's note: yesterday I watched The Mandalorian and Grogu. My mind is still somewhere far away from my mortal body, in some beautiful, beautiful place...
You always feel it. You always feel that youāll see your beloved soon. Usually, you have no objective reasons to assume that this will happen. But you just know. Your heart flutters with joyful anticipation again and again, a dreamy smile doesn't leave your lips, and a barely perceptible warmth spreads deep inside your belly.
When Din appears at your doorstep, he brings with him the spirit of wanderings and distant battles. He smells of gunpowder, metal and leather, smells of his ship. Your palms rest on the armor on his chest; beskar is smooth and warm - heated by the gentle sun of your home planet.
Your fingertips touch his helmet; you canāt see his face right now, but you know with what hungry eyes heās looking at you at this very moment. His hands lower onto your waist with a pleasant weight, and you let him draw you inside your small, cozy house.
Settling onto his lap, you begin to unhurriedly rid him of his armor. Din lets you do it without saying a word - youāve done this so many times, heās lost count. He knows youāll manage.
The first thing you do is pull off his gloves; his large, rough palms immediately lay on your soft thighs, caressing them - almost timidly. This time, you havenāt seen each other for longer than usual; to tell the truth, he doubted youād still be waiting for him. To tell the truth, he doubts it a little every damn time. But youāre always waiting for him - how could it be otherwise?
The bandolier and the belt join the gloves on the floor. The details of his armor, forged from beskar, are treated with special respect: you know how significant it is, you know that it is part of Mandalorian culture, a symbol of their traditions, a source of their pride. At that moment, Din quietly calls your name. You raise your gaze.
You donāt need his words - you understand that he canāt wait any longer. Neither can you. Usually, the two of you are in no hurry, savoring every moment of your long-awaited reunion. This time, everything is different.
Undoing his pants, you feel his taut flesh beneath your fingers and lick your parched lips. Lifting the hem of your skirt, you impatiently straddle him, and, pushing aside the thin fabric of your panties, slowly lower yourself onto his thick cock. Din tightly grips your hips, and you hear him exhale heavily beneath his helmet when he fills you completely.
You donāt try to take off his helmet - even though you desperately want to kiss him right now. But you donāt even ask him to do it. You know there are rules. And you know heāll inevitablyĀ do it himself, because youāve seen his beautiful face so many times. Gently pressing your palms against the metal chest plates, you lean yourĀ forehead against his helmet and moan softly.
Your bodies move in perfect rhythm. With every thrust, Din strives to penetrate you as deeply as possible; he canāt, he just canāt get enough of you - this separation has lasted far too long. You cum incredibly intensely and embarrassingly quickly, and your man, unable to hold back, follows you.
In his armor, Din looks incredibly hot - you're driven wild by that combination of power and nobility. And no matter how much you love fucking the Mandalorian in his full gear, what you both need even more is to feel each other.
A fresh scar on his left side doesnāt escape your gaze - it looks like the wound was pretty serious. Biting your lip, you gently brush your fingertips against it. You notice a couple more new ones, but this, the big one, really bothers you. Leaning in, you kiss each of them, silently praying for your love to protect him when the beskar canāt.
Strong muscles tense beneath his dusky skin when your lips touch the bottom of his stomach. Your man mutters that it isnāt necessary, but itās what you want right now. You want all of him. The tastes of his and your release, which you can feel on your tongue, are literally intoxicating you, and his hoarse moans and his palm on your nape completely driving you crazy.
You make love two more times that night before finally falling asleep in each otherās arms, exhausted but utterly happy. As you drift off to sleep, you feel Din gently press his lips to your forehead.
Waking up in the morning, you find your beloved attentively watching you. Still sleepy, you smile at him, but he remains serious. Your heart sinks, and you snuggle closer to him.
You know he has to leave again - and, obviously, very soon. Obviously, much sooner than either of you would like. This is the wayā¦
And youāll let him go. Youāll tell him everything you feel, tell him how much you love him, promise him that youāll always be waiting for him. And then youāll let him go, knowing that heāll always come back to you.
oh this is so sweet . š„¹ and hot of course whew ! š„µš„µ
i can only imagine what itās like for someone like din to always be pulled away from a loved one for long stretches at a time , but it is such a comfort for him to know that no matter how far he goes he always has a home to come back to , a constant anchor that keeps his compass straight , and always steering his ship back to them .
Oh no, with 9 you have to step over Santi every time you need the restroom. How terrible š
This reminds me of a mobile puzzle game. Rearrange everyone, but this person can't sit next to this person, this person hates a window seat, etc.
Here's my crazy plan for how to sit with everyone except Nick:
Start in 6. Victor and Nathan are arguing with each other across you. Then Jonathan turns around when they get to a topic he knows. Llewyn is trying to nap, Cecil desperately wants to be part of the conversation but doesn't know what they're talking about. Josh catches your eye and offers seat 7 next to him, but he immediately starts telling you about his marital problems, which gets Jonathan interested and he leaves the convo with Victor & Nathan and starts talking to Josh. The next time you go to the bathroom, you politely ask Cecil to sit next to him in 2, so Jonathan and Josh don't have to get up.
Steven's vegan meal gets mixed up with yours, so you scoot over to 8 to eat with him and Robbie. Santi and Marc are quietly talking shit about Orestes. You want to hear the drama, so you lie and say you read your original ticket seat of 6 wrong, so you were supposed to be in 9 the whole time. They let you move, but they stop talking smack. :( You get really nervous when you hit some turbulence, and Santi's story about the worst helicopter ride of his life does NOT help, but Poe's reassurance does. He offers for you to come sit in 5.
When it finally calms down, you hurry to the restroom, but on your way back is more turbulence. You slide into 4 with William so Poe doesn't have to get up. Nick keeps kicking your seat in his sleep, so you can't sleep, either. That guy you saw across from 6 earlier looked quiet, so you ask to sit with Llewyn in 1 and catch some sleep. By the time the flight is nearly done, you're feeling a little sick and ready to just get off the plane. You want to talk to Poe again to keep you calm, but Mikael suggests you sit in 10, so you can get up quickly if you need the restroom and/or leave first when you land.
