As Long as the Stars Allow

Cassian Andor x Duchess!Reader  Warnings: Talk of death, canon typical violence, sexism, smut (including oral, PiV, and slight choking and orgasm denial, thigh riding), possessiveness (from both Cassian and reader) Summary: I honestly don’t have a summary… It’s kind of an enemies to lovers, friends with benefits, fake bodyguard, soulmates story.

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Nothing could ever shake your unwavering loyalty to the Rebellion, or at least that’s what you thought before you met him.  Cassian Andor. Infamous rebel spy, ladies man, fighter to his core, and the one person in the Rebellion you hated almost as much as the Empire itself.  For quite some time now you have wondered how it was possible for you to get along with every single other rebel, and then you met Cassian and all that went out the window.  It wasn’t exactly hate at first sight, in fact the first conversation the two of you had had been good. He was reserved and held back, didn’t tell you anything about his past of his motivation to join the Rebel Alliance, but he was polite, nice, almost flirty. Well, the next time you saw him all that had changed.  Cassian had single-handedly managed to make you question whether taking down the Empire was really worth spending time with him. Until said Empire committed another atrocity that is and you realised that as annoying as Cassian might be, it was worth it. For you, your loved ones, your people, and the entire galaxy.  “Your Grace, Bail Organa requests your presence in his office,” the voice of your trusted lady drew your attention away from your brooding thoughts.  You turned away from the window, the millions of stars outside it, and nodded your thanks to her.  You had expected to be called into someone’s office sooner rather than later, after all you had already spent more time on the starship than you liked. Every second you spent with the rebels, even worse on one of their ships, was a risk. You could gather intel at meetings, read classified reports from the Empire only community leaders had access to, help the Rebellion in many little ways, but actually being with them for an extended period of time might draw the wrong kind of attention and blow your cover of neutrality.  Your lady following behind you, you made your way to Bail’s office, the doors of which opened the second you halted in front of them.  “Please wait here for me, Mira.”  With a small curtsy your lady told you that she understood and you entered the office, the doors closing behind you again.  Bail Organa stood with his back to you, another human male next to him, and an all too familiar Togruta facing both of them and thereby you.  “Y/n, I’m glad you could join us,” Ahsoka said with a smile on her face.  You returned the gesture, focusing all your attention on her so as not to stare daggers at the other man in the room, who out of the corner of your eye you had by now recognised as none other than Cassian Andor.  “The pleasure is all mine. I didn’t know you’d be here,” you told her as you walked across the office to give her a hug.  Despite a ten year age difference you counted Ahsoka to your closest friends, one of the few other women in the Rebellion and someone who had been through more than you could ever imagine.  “You’re more beautiful every time I see you,” Ahsoka told you, looking you over. You knew you looked your best today, your white dress flattering your body shape and your hair styled in the newest fashion with a flower native to your planet braided into it. “Doesn’t she?”  The last words were directed at the two men in the office, forcing you to stand beside Ahsoka and look at them.  “Beautiful like a midnight flower, your Grace,” Bail said with a smooth kiss to your hand.  Cassian, on the other hand, didn’t even acknowledge you. Instead he kept his gaze focused on the holopad on the desk.  “Enough with the pleasantries now. Please, let’s get to business. What is so important that we had to meet here?”  Finally, Cassian looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours in a cold stare. “Why? Did your Grace have somewhere more important to be?”  Out of his mouth the honorific sounded like an insult. It was only due to years of education and dealing with condescending politicians that you managed to ignore him and instead focus on the two people in the room you actually liked.  “I know what you risk by meeting us here, Y/n, but there was nowhere else we deemed safe,” Ahsoka said. “What we’re about to tell you could change everything.”  Her words made you look at the datapad, which displayed a map and a long list of names next to it. It took you a moment to recognise some of them. Bail was on that list, as was his wife Queen Breha and even their daughter, though only just a teenager. Ahsoka, deemed dead by the Empire, wasn’t on it, but you spotted a few other familiar names, friends, other rebels you had only spoken to briefly. Cassian.  You looked up from the list and met his eyes. He knew he was on the list, of course he did, maybe that was the reason he was here now, and though you should have expected him to be on the list, especially with what little you know of his past, it somehow shocked you that the Empire was really after him, that one day he might not return from a mission.  “Cassian here managed to secure this list a couple of weeks ago. It’s names and last known locations of people the Empire knows or thinks might be a danger to it. Spies, rebels, gang members, everyone who for some reason or other isn’t happy with the Empire.”  You looked at Bail as he talked, an unspoken question in your eyes.  He shook his head. “You’re not on that list. But that doesn’t mean there aren’t others on which you might be.”  You nodded. It had always been a risk to work for the Rebellion, you knew that one day the Empire might find out and you would have to face the consequences.  “What’s the plan? Do you want me to hide those people on Kamaanti?”  It was somewhat of a rhetorical question, you knew, and everyone else in the room did as well, that you might have been able to hide a few people on your small planet but not an entire list of enemies to the Empire, at least not without getting yourself on that list as well, and getting people killed in the process.  “You’re invited to the Empire’s annual masquerade ball, right?”  Another rhetorical question. As Duchess of Kamaanti you were invited every year, forced to dance with Imperials, listen to their ideas and how they thought they were the greatest beings to ever walk the galaxy, and in an admittedly clever way kept away from any known rebel sympathisers at the event.  “I am.”  Bail nodded.  You remember, years ago, when he and his family had been invited to the ball as well. That’s where you first met, where you found out that Bail, in his days as a republic senator, had been quite close with your own parents before their untimely death, where he had begun to give you hints of a group of people who weren’t exactly on board with the Empire.  The last couple of years the Organas were still invited, as the royal family of Alderaan they had to be, though be it on paper only. Everyone knew that they weren’t exactly welcome, other than you they had never kept their political opinions exactly quiet.  “And it is still held in the Great Imperial Ballroom on Coruscant?”  You confirmed.  “And do you know what lies beneath the ballroom?”  You turned away from Bail to look at Ahsoka, who had spoken for the first time in a while.  “I don’t,” you admitted after a moment of silence. “But you do, don’t you? You were raised on Coruscant.”  Just like with Cassian, you knew only a little about Ahsoka’s past. You knew that she, like Bail, had known your parents before their death, that she was raised on Coruscant, that she kept many secrets she wouldn’t even tell you.  “What is now known as the Great Imperial Ballroom wasn’t always a ballroom. It used to be a training facility, which is quite useful since both a ballroom and a training room require soft flooring, big spaces, speakers for music. What are now the guest suites used to be dormitories, and underneath the ballroom, where there used to be storage, are now secret offices. Offices where the Empire does things they don’t exactly want the public to know.”  You nodded along with her words. Things they don’t exactly want the public to know, such as writing up lists of enemies of the Empire, basically kill lists.  “And you want me to, what, sneak into the basement and delete the list?”  It wasn’t exactly madness, but almost equally as insane. Sure, you had an invitation to enter the building, a suite reserved for you just a few floors up, but you had no experience with breaking and entering whatsoever. You were an informant, you could help out with sensitive information, hide a few people if necessary, donate a star ship every once in a while, but you couldn’t break into a top secret office, at least not without… help.  Your eyes flitted over to Cassian. That’s why he was here. You were the way in, he was the one to actually do the job.  “Delete the list, see if there are any others, and if so delete them as well,” Bail confirmed your earlier question.  You nodded along, barely registering his words.  Why Cassian? There were dozens of others who could to the job, people you didn’t hate, who didn’t hate you. Why did it have to be him?  “I’m sure you’re wondering what Cassian has to do with all of this,” Bail continued after a moment of silence.  You scoffed. You liked Bail, you really did, but sometimes he, like most other men, underestimated you simply because of your pretty face and your fancy clothes.  “I know exactly why he’s here. I’m the looks, he’s the brain.”  Now it was Cassian’s turn to scoff. He glared at you with fire in his eyes.  “I wouldn’t exactly say that you’re the looks. More like I’m the brain and the looks and you’re just our way in.”  Charming, you thought, rolling your eyes at him.  “Have you really thought this through, Bail?” Ahsoka asked, mirroring your thoughts exactly.  Bail shrugged. “It’s an important mission and we need our best people on it. I’m sure they can cease acting like children for at least a little while.”  Somehow his words struck you. You really were acting like children, weren’t you? Bail was right, this was an important mission and you couldn’t risk it by arguing with Cassian every time he opened his mouth or even just breathed in your direction.  With an audible sigh you reached your hand across the desk, offering it to the spy.  “Truce?”  After a moment of heavy silence, and raised eyebrows from both Ahsoka and Bail, Cassian returned the gesture, enclosing your hand in his.  The warmth of it, even in the slightly cold office, took you by surprise, as did the calluses against your soft skin. And yet his hand somehow fit in yours, not quite like a puzzle piece but it didn’t repulse you as much as you had anticipated.  You squeezed his hand once, giving him your most dazzling smile, before letting go and turning back to Bail.  “So, what’s the cover story? How am I going to get Cassian past security?” 

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Oneshot || High Tensions

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ┄ Din Djarin x Naberrie Reader ⋮ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 ┄ Star Wars

Note || This is a oneshot that I am most likely not Going to use. I just wrote it because I was bored. I dont know. I might rewrite it to fit into a book in the future. If there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know <3

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𝐂𝐖: This chapter will contain 18+ Viewer Content! Blowjob, praising kink, helmet ON/OFF, hair pulling, riding, spanking, some choking, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, female dominance, male dominance, breeding kink {If you squint}, vulgar language. Please let me know if I missed any!

Word count: 5k

𝐃𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋮ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

AURELIA NABERRIE AND DIN DJARIN had been friends for over 5 years and they never had any issues, because she could take care of her own and knew how to shoot a blaster. They had been through a lot over the years and trust each other more than anyone else. He had his flings, and she had hers. Although he has had like 6-9 and she only had 2-3, in the span of 5 years.

Aurelia was sitting in the co-pilot seat while her Mandalorian friend piloted. He seemed more tense than normal, his broad shoulders straight than a ruler and his hands seemed to be clenching on his controls. They had just finished capturing a bounty, that Aurelia had taken down easily. By her seductress ways.

In fact she still wore the dress that she used to seduce their target in with, and if Din was going to be completely honest, it was tempting him too. They both wanted each other, but neither did anything. She wanted too, more than anything, Aurelia wanted him to fuck her senseless. She wanted him to cum better than any of his other flings…and all under her doing.

After another shift from the armored male, she glanced over with furrowed brows. “Din? You okay?” Her question was innocent and relaxed, it sent chills down his body and made his erection become harder, more grown out, and his shoulders more tense.

He hummed in response, not trusting his voice to save him at the moment.

While he wasn’t looking, she glazed her eyes over his firm body before she stood up. “Alright, we still have 2 hours until we reach Nevarro. You deserve a shoulder rub after carrying every bounty today.” She chirps stepping up from behind him.

He allowed her hands to gently remove his pauldrons with care, she respects his creed and never treated him with any disrespect. He adored her for it. The moment they met, she seemed to respect his boundaries without question.

“You’re really tense. Im surprised you don’t get kinks in your muscles, those can be painful you know. You should relax more.” Her words sunk into his clothed skin like it was rain on a stormy day.

She placed her small delicate hands on his armor-free shoulders, finally free from the heavy metal that usually protected his body.

“There isnt much time for relaxing…” he muttered lightly as her palms began to dig into the kinks in his tense shoulders.

He tried to hold it back but a shaky moan slips his tongue, and although it was muffled by his modulator, she still heard it and it nearly made her legs wobble. A soft smile overtakes her lips before she massages her fingers over his dressed shoulders. His hands grasped the arms of his chair tight, knuckles burning a glowing white underneath the faux leather of his dark gloves.

“Why are you so tense Din?” She asks again, more softer than before. And he folded, in that moment he felt like she was the sun and he allowed his energy to spill all his thoughts, as if she were using a Jedi mind-trick.

“I…I have to…” He began stuttering at the small shapes that her dainty fingers traced over his shirt.

Her eyes drooped down over his shoulder and noticed a section of his pants had been particularly tight. She felt satisfied. She moves over to his side, not allowing her hand to release his shoulder.

“We have known each other for 5 years, I would have suspected that you knew how to talk to me.” She says teasingly before dropping her eyes to his shoulder, tracing shapes with her index finger.

“Do you want to go down to relieve yourself? Or…” She trailed off moving her hand down to his chest plate in an agonizingly slow motion, his heart immediately hitching up in pace. “I can help relieve you…a lot faster and more efficiently…” Her words burned against his skin as he absorbed them.

She was gentle, not at all trying to pressure him into anything. She just wanted to give him an option, “Although my option seems a bit straightforward, don’t feel like im at all trying to pressure you. If you think its too weird then I understand that too…” She says moving her hand back up to his shoulder. Patiently awaiting his answer.

He peered up at her through his helmet, and when his head tips down in a small nod. She raised a brow before climb onto his lap, straddling him perfectly. Her dress rode up revealing much more skin to her thighs, but her hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt slightly.

“I didn’t hear a yes or a please…” She hummed lightly as she pressed her aching heat against his pulsing bulge. Ever so slightly just to tease him.

His mind spun like wind farm. Her eyes somehow connecting with his through his visor. He swallowed hard.

“Yes….Please…” His words sent a spike into her stomach, her teeth bit down on her bottom lip for a moment. He had managed to see it…he saw most things about her. Her good habits, her annoying habits, and her bad habits. Her favored features and her least favored. Although nothing about her triggered anything revolving grotesque or ill-favoring.

She leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to metal just beneath his visor, her eyes fluttering softly as if falling into a dream. She was his dream. He knew he’d give anything for her to be his…even leaving his creed behind. But he knew she’d never ask him of that, that’s what made him fall into the sinking abyss that was Aurelia Naberrie’s love and affection.

She slide off his lap and her fit figure managed to fit in between the control panel and his chair. He felt shutter-shocked just by the sight of her on her knees in front of him.

“You know, I always questioned why you never trusted me with assisting you in your needs. Like maybe you thought it was gross, or weird.” She trailed off whilst delicately and intricately removing his armored pieces.

He didn’t speak, he allowed her angelic voice to keep his stomach fluttering.

“I could have pleased you much better than any of those woman could…” Her words made his blood spark with excitement and arousal.

Upon placing the metal pieces with the others, she returns to her spot in front of him. Her hands undid the belt with smooth easy movements, he was hers and she knew that.

When she finally got his trousers undone, her fingers tugged them down to his ankles and left him in his boxers. Just the size of him underneath the thin fabric made something in her stomach burn, her thighs clench together.

He watched as she freed his eager and pulsing cock from his boxers, he didn’t miss the hungry glint that sparkled in her hazel eyes.

Once his boxers were at the same place his trousers were, she grabbed the base of his cock in both of her glacial finger tips. He flinched shivering so she looks up to his visor with a shy smile, “Sorry…space has always made my fingers extremely cold.” She claims as if he hadn’t noticed it before.

She removed one hand and held into his thigh to keep her balanced. Her head tilts up to meet his gaze unknowingly as her small hand made slow motions up and down the shaft of his veiny cock. A soft exhale leaves his lips but isnt loud enough to transfigure into the modulator.

She could see his chest slowly rising and falling like waves in a stunning lake.

“Do you want to be the only person that gets to be pleasured by me?” Her question is soft like a feathered pillow but her intentions venomous like a sea serpent. He had just heard her purr, and it was for him.

She heard his breath hitch so she leans down, and swirled her tongue around the deep pink tip all while keeping her gaze on his visor.

His hips snapped inches forward but he manages to catch himself from flinging completely forward. She smiled at his reaction and decided to take his into tip into her mouth, enclosing her plump lips around his length.

A soft moan vibrates against his cock as she releases it, her eyes fluttering shut beautifully. But it was short lasted, she opens her eyes and jerks his shaft in her hand in a jolt. “Huh? Answer me…” She chirps and he shudders under her touch and the tone of her words.

“Yes…Yes….i want to be the only one you pleasure.” He practically breathed out, it was a shock that she heard him but she rubs his outer thigh gently.

“Good…” she hums before going back down, this time taking more of his cock in her mouth. Her eyes shut peacefully as she bobbed her her down, slowly inching more and more of his size to the back of her throat.

She had a very weak gag reflect so it wasn’t often she gagged. But he hadn’t known that, all he knew was that she sounded incredible choking on his cock.

His hands reached down to bury his hand in her hair, but her free hand slaps it away. His brows furrowed both in pleasurable cease and disappointment to not being able to run his hands through her hair.

Her head resurfaced and she licked her moistened lips looking up at him. “You don’t touch me. I…” her words trailing as her hand smeared her salvia up and down his around pretty moist shaft. “I touch you…understand? You only touch me when I tell you to.”

Her words purring as they met his ears. His eyes had darkened with endless lust and adoration.

“Yes…I understand…” his voice was shaky but obedient so she decided to give him a reward.

Her figure rose to her feet and he almost felt like he messed up, but he watched as she removed the intricate cream dress that clung to her skin like vines.

She never let her eyes leave his visor, “is that what you want? You want to touch me?” The question causes his cheeks to become flammable, his mouth became dry. So he nods eagerly.

She allowed her dress to crumble at her feet before slipping out of the heels that tortured her feet. “Get down on your knees,” she instructed and although he remained curious, he does as she says. Twirling the chair to face the blast door.

She moved past him, her bare hips barely graze his helmet. She walked with confidence, elegance, and angelic beauty.

She situated her on his chair and kept her legs closed, preventing him from seeing what he drooled for. “I…I want to taste you…” His words left her entire body blushing, her eyes shot wide in shock, her lips trembling open snd shut.

She didn’t know what to say. Her heart aching against her chest aggressively. “I…how? Are you sure?” Her concern washing over any authoritative tone she ever used. He nods untying a cloth from his wrist before offering it to her. She swallowed before accepting it.

He helped her fix it over her eyes and once she was completely sure of blindness, she nods her head to him.

The sudden hiss of air pressure releasing made her nails dig into the arms of his chair. Theres a soft clank against the floor before his warm breath hits her sensitive clit, a soft exhale fell from her lightly parted lips.

She felt a small mustache and stubble against her thighs, his hands pried her thighs apart firmly and she bit her bottom lip hard to stop the whimper. He could see that she was holding back something. So he got straight to work. She felt his lips cling around her clit and his tongue furiously lapping up her soaking arousal, a high pitched whimper flows off her tongue and it makes his heart leap.

The way his tongue explored every inch of her dripping cunt made her squirm.

She brought a hand down and buried it within his curls desperately, “Fuck…yes…Din please…” she fell at his mercy, her need for authority taking a pause as she wanted to indulge in her most sensitive moment of pleasure.

He hummed weakly and it made her body jolt, a harsh exhale heaving from her lungs.

“So…fucking…good…oh stars-….” His teeth graze her flesh lightly, her moans and whimpers only encouraging him to work hard in all the ways he was exceeding in.

Her eyes were squeezed shut and she wished nothing more than to be able to gaze down into his eyes as he devoured her like a forbidden fruit in a temple.

The warmth in her stomach boiling even hotter. She pulled her leg up by the knee, spreading her legs even more for him. Her other hand still draped around his curls, her fingertips glazing against his scalp gently. Her chest was rising and falling in quick beats, their heart unknowingly beating in sync.

“Do you want to be the only one who gets to make me squirm underneath you?” Her words were breathy as angelic moans slipped in between every other word.

He loved the way she was talking to him. His tongue stopped in his movements and he peered up at her sprawled body in his chair, “Yes…I do…” his voice was much more clear and beautiful to her. His gloved thumb flickering against her clit as he responded, a soft yelp sends electricity through his skin.

“Please…Din…make me fucking cum…” Her mewls made a soft groan leave his lips before diving back down. His lips and tongue moving together, greedily indulging in her sweet tangy arousal.

The sensation sent a shock wave through her spine, her back arched uncontrollably before both of her hands flew back to grasp onto the headrest above her head. Soft cries flowing from her lips as if it were a fountain.

He listened to her pleading cries, her every curse, every choked moan. He watched her body fall apart at his actions, he took every detail from her toes curling to her thighs beginning to tremble into violent shakes. He pushed his tongue deep into her needy hole and slurps, after just a few seconds of this, she crashed.

“You’re so fucking good for me…I love your mouth…” She whimpers as her blind vision is striked by a blinding white bolt of lightening, the knot that had been forming, releasing in seconds.

When he removed his mouth from her, she allowed herself to breathe. “Kiss me…” She requests weakly and he wasted no time, he rose up and instantly hooked his lips to hers. Her tongue immediately slipped into his mouth and happily tastes herself as she allows their tongues to fight against each other.

They kissed for the longest minute until she pulls away and drags her thumb over his bottom lip delicately. “I want to fuck you with the helmet on…” her words surprised him but he doesn’t refuse.

She reached down and managed to find the heavy equipment, he takes it from her and pulls it back on securely.

Aurelia tugged the blindfold off and the moment he saw her eyes, they were glazed in a drunken daze filled with hunger and adoration. She leaps from the seat before shoving him back down into it, “I want to give you what you offered me. I want you to tremble underneath me…” Her words were soft and smooth like they always were when they were alone. She felt relaxed with him.

He bit his lip harshly for a moment before releasing it. She climbed onto his lap before fixating herself while holding into his shoulders to do so. Her hand reached down and positioned his tip at her aching hole, allowing it to gather some of her arousal mixed into his precum.

He let a shallow breath out as he clutched the arm rests, remembering her rule.

She placed her forehead against his cold metal helmet before sinking down onto his hard cock. He watched as her lips fell open and her brows furrow together while she adjusted to his size. She looked like a goddess in his eyes.

Her nails dug into his shoulders lightly upon bottoming at his thighs, a soft whimper leaving her lips.

“Kriff…you’re so deep,” the sound she created was like music to his ears, he threw his head back as her tight cunt squeezed against his cock. A throaty groan erupting from him makes her wither, tears glazing her eyes at the intense pleasure. Her previous orgasm assisting in her sensitivity.

“Do you like my wet little cunt pulsing against your hard cock?” She mewls out softly as she jerks her hips into a slow but firm grind, allowing him to explore deeper than she thought was possible. His shaky moans left her pulse to jump into her throat. “I fucking love it…” he grunts and she watched his fingers scratch his arm rests.

She grabbed his wrists causing him to look down at her but she merely placed them onto her waist. “Hurt me…I want to be able to see the marks of your irrefutable pleasure.” She cooed gently and he hastily removed his gloves, before slapping his hands onto her hips.

The sudden sting makes her gasp but she loved it.

She began bouncing on his cock in a pace that wasn’t too fast but wasn’t too slow. Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as the sound of the skin on her thighs slapped against his gently.

“Is that all you had? Come on darling, I know you are capable of much more.” The suddenly pet name made something twist in his stomach, he moans out loudly before bringing his hand down and he cracked it against the skin of her arse.

She gasped as her eyes rolled back, “Fuck! I love it…don’t…don’t stop.” She moans sweetly as the skin where he slapped began to sting.

The thought of her enjoying his rough hands marking her made his other hand dig his nails into the skin of her hip. She bounced a bit quicker allowing his cock to hit her g-spot harshly. Her soft perky breasts moving along with her body. They were a good handful sized pair, she seemed to feel confident about most things on her body.

He brought his hand down again, leaving a harsh spank on a different section of her arse and she whimpered. Her thighs began to tremble, she was already close again. “Yes! You’re going to make me cum!” She cried out as her fists bawled up his shirt tightly.

He watched her eyes squeeze shut as whimpers slip her tongue repeatedly, her movements becoming for frantic and hungry. She felt her clit being stimulated by his lower abdomen and the knot had torn apart in her stomach.

“Oh my gods! Im cumming.” The sound of her vulnerable cried made his hand reach up and pinch her nipple harshly. Her hips jerked gasping at the sensation.

She forced her eyes open and she came all over his cock while staring deeply into his visor.

He moaned heavenly under his helmet at the incredible sensation of her cumming around him, his own orgasm spasming at his abdomen as he came deep inside of her. She slowed momentarily and he expects her to say something about him finishing without her permission but she shocks him.

She turned around while still hovering over his cock, and the soles of her feet held her up by digging into the chair. Her back pressed against his chest for a moment, she fumbled with his still hard shaft for a moment. (Reverse Cowgirl style)

Her hands slightly shaking as she positioned him back at her welcoming entrance. “I want you to cum for me again,” She encouraged in a soft plead.

His breath was taken away the moment she fell back onto his cock. Her body arched forward and only allowed her shoulder to rest against his chest as she flicked her hips against his. Her wet cunt devouring his cock with great pleasure. It left them both breathless.

“I love how your cock feels so deep inside of me…”she breathed out a soft whine. The whine was unlock any of the annoying ones he heard from bounties, but hers was like a delicate nature of gold.

He found himself regaining some of his dominance as she rode him in such a unique way. “Yeah? You love this cock? Is this your cock?” his deep growls made her whimper, she loved his dominance as much as her own maybe even more so.

He slaps his hand against her clit harshly and she cried out, her body jolting in pleasure. “Answer me.” He grunts and she crumbled.

“Yes! Yes, its my fucking cock!” She wailed as his hands forced her to pound down against his length. Her sobs made his skin burn, his heart clench.

He lets out a loud groan before bringing one of his hands up and he wrapped it around her throat. She gasps as her eyes rolled back the pleasure numbing her skin to a extreme.

“Please…choke me…choke me like you despise me…” She choked out as her arse stung hitting his thighs. He tensed for a moment before squeezing slowly on her throat.

“You dirty little Princess, you get everything you want don’t you? You have me twisted around your little finger don’t you?” His words made her shudder. Tears of pleasure slipping down her cheeks. The name princess made her stomach tighten.

“Are you my pretty little Princess?” He cooed into her ear as he thrusted up into her roughly. Her gasps choked by his hand. “Yes! Im…fuck! Im your Princess.” She sobbed as the euphoria of his cock and the tension at her throat overwhelmed her sense of stability. She was so close to cumming for her third time in under an hour.

“Mmmh, do you want to cum Princess?” He teasingly purred and she dug her nails into the hand holding her throat.

“Beg for it,” he adds and she lost it. Her body shook violently as she fought against an orgasm that had to be approved. “Please….” She whimpers out repeatedly, the sight of her completely destroying above him made his heart ache in pleasure.

“Please let me cum please…I need it…” Her pleading made his cock twitch. He reached his hand down allowing her airflow to widen, his fingers flicked against her clit roughly. Her hands slammed against the arm rests violently as whimpers slid off her pretty tongue.

“Cum all over my cock Princess.” He urged relentless rubbing her clit.

And like a cursed temple, she collapsed. Her hands turned white as she grasped onto the material for dear life. Her body pulsates against his as she came around his cock, her vision blacked out for a few seconds as an overload of euphoria hit her like a transport ship.

She whimpers soft ‘thank you’s’ as she came. Her legs gave out from underneath her but he caught her. His cock soaked in all of her juices but since she had his way with him, he would with her.

“You’re going to cum one last time for me Princess…” he moaned out and she shook even more at the thought of another blinding orgasm.

“I…I cant…” she whimpers but his thumb traced over her bottom lip gently.

“Yes you can. Be a good girl and you can choose the next bounties…” he coos before allowing his thumb to slip between her lips. She mewls lightly before sucking on his thumb contently.

He lifts her up before placing her onto his chair. She watched with hooded eyes as he moved to the cabinet with the spare blankets, he laid them down on the floor and she watched. He could feel her watching.

“I am placing your blindfold back on.” He says retrieving the cloth from the floor. She allowed him to cover her eyes before he assists her onto the sprawled blankets. Her spine hit the cotton with pleasure, she sighed softly and shifted to get comfortable.

She heard Din remove his helmet once again before sensing his body however over hers.

“I…I don’t want this to be just some…moment that we regret or never talk about again…” He admits, his voice much softer than previously.

Aurelia felt heart already pulsating heart, skip a beat. Her hands found his shoulder before moving up to his face carefully, she cupped his face in her hands. He could see the light shake her hands had in them.

“Whatever you want, however you want, I am yours.” She promised, her words allowed him to let a sigh of pleasure and relief by her words.

He lowered down and crashed their lips together without another moment to waste. They kissed like fuel infuriating a flame, Their passion was just one kiss to seal the compact, but that kiss was a benediction, a holy consummation.

He pulls away and let his forehead meet hers as be positioned himself at her entrance, and with a shaky breath he pushed in. She felt his cock push in nice and slow as it reaches incredible depths, her arms wrapped around his neck and dug her fingers in his curls. She adored his curls, she imagined them to be chocolate swirls of fluffy hair.

This time it was different. He didn’t take her roughly, his movements were slow and gentle. His breath hit her lips lightly, she could tell he was close so she lifts her legs up and wrapped them around his waist greedily.

She moaned softly as he grazed her sensitive nerve, “stars…right there…” her tone was almost nonexistent, it was so delicate it resembled a feather from the softest bird.

He obeyed her request and repeated his previous thrust in the same area, this makes a whimper fill his ears. He pressed his body down against hers firmly, and she trailed her hands down to his chest plate. Her nails digging into the uncovered skin of his chest, his soft moans indicating that he enjoyed it.

She was taken back when his hands grabbed her wrists but he raised them above her head and held them down with his own, his thrusts slowly increasing in speed. Her dripping arousal made as amazing squishing sound as his cock moved it all around, he adored the thought of it. Unknowingly burying his own seed deeper and deeper inside of her with every aching plunge.

Her head fell back gasping and he took her bottom lip between his teeth lightly. She felt her body tingle uncontrollably. His lips dissolved against her skin as he pressed soft kisses down her chin…to her jaw..and finally her temple.

He was close and she could feel it. She could feel his trembling body hovering hers. She was losing her mind.

“Please…Din….harder,” She whimpers biting her lip and he pressed his lips to her forehead before pull his hips back, then pounding back deeply inside of her in one swift movement.

She whimpers nodding frantically, “yes, just like that…” her whimpers drove him crazy. And he wanted to do anything to burn them in his mind, so he repeats his actions more and more consistently.

She squirmed and squeezed his hands as they slipped to interlock with hers. “Im…Im going to cum…” she cried out but he could see the way her abdomen shook lightly, the glazes of sweat and light painting her skin like a canvas.

She looked beautiful and he wanted this in his memory until he took his last breath.

“Me too..” He groaned lightly before burying his face into the skin between her breasts. She tightened her thighs grasp on his waist as his lips pressed hard kiss on the valley of her breasts, before slowly inching towards her nipple.

“Please cum for me…I want it…please…” her pleads sent him over the edge. His hips bucked and trembled as he shot his warm seed inside of her with a low growl, his mouth sucking her nipple in between his lips. She whimpers as his teeth bit down on the sensitive bud.

The knot in her stomach clenched and he pulled away slightly, only to peer up at her gorgeous expression. Her lips were parted with whimpers bubbling out like and overfilling pot, her eyebrows scrunched in the middle in pleasure.

“Cum Princess…” He encouraged biting down on the soft skin of her breast, he was leaving a mark but she wanted it. She wanted all the marks he could give.

Then for the forth time in 56 minutes, she came around him. She felt like fireworks and butterflies had just overwhelmed in her stomach, stars sparkled in her dark vision. When he heard his name fall from her lips as she released around him, it made his heart flutter. He kissed her gently as he pulled himself out of her. Aurelia could feel the muscles in her thighs burning, so she allowed them to drop from his waist and onto the covered floor with an exhausted sigh.

She moves over and pulls Din down, forcing him to lay beside her for a moment. Their breathing patterns slowly soothing themselves back to their natural state. She turned her head towards him, still blind.

“Don’t let this inflate your ego Din, but…that was the best sex..that I have ever had.” She admits and upon hearing his gentle laugh, she smiles warmly.

“Trust me, me too. Me too cyar’ika.” He chimes pecking a light kiss to her jaw.

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— fall into pieces

pairing: steve harrington x f!reader

summary: steve comes in his pants from eating you out. that's the plot. (wc: 1.3k+)

warnings: smut without plot basically, or*l (f!receiving), praises, steve cums in his pants, soft smut!, steve is attentive, MINORS DNI.

author's note: not proof-read. this is dumb and doesnt make sense bc i wrote it in 20 mins bc i desperately needed to get out of my stupid slump sooo just pls support me in my shitty writing era thank you.

pleaseeee reblog to support me. ty!! mwah.

Movie Night | Remastered

Summary: Your regularly scheduled movie night with your best friend takes a turn when you end up watching porn together, after a few confessions you realise you could help each other out

Word Count: 9.7k

Content Warnings: 18+ Only, Smut, Virgin!Eddie, Oral Sex (Both m and f receiving), fingering, PIV (protected), Loss of virginity, Descriptions of a porn film, brief drug use (weed)

Author's note: Movie Night is without a doubt my most popular fic. I feel like my writing has improved a lot since I wrote it almost a year and a half ago and whilst reading it back recently it felt a little clunky so I decided to re-edit and give it a little glow up. The story has stayed the same, I just feels like it flows much better now in the beginning! If you enjoyed it the first time, maybe you will have just as much fun revisiting it! 💕 (And if it’s your first time reading this yes the films mentioned are real 80s porn films 😂)

Semi proof read. Based off this blurb

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CW: Roleplay, reader addresses Eddie as 'sir' but not in a dom way, more of a respect kinda thing... it goes with the roleplay, you'll get it. Pure porn with some plot, oral (m+f), p in v, unprotected sex, breeding/cream pie, f!reader.

Needy kisses were passed between the both of you. You and Eddie sat on your bed, his hands gripped your hips, guiding them back and forth over his strained cock that was trapped beneath the black fabric of his jeans.

"Tell me your fantasies, baby," cooed him as you twirled a piece of his hair and sat in his lap.

The sex is always great and amazing, but you feel like Eddie is holding back on you; there is something he wants to share with you but is too timid to admit it. You’ve only just started dating. You’re at the stage where he just asked you to be his girlfriend, and you can’t keep your hands off one another.

— invisible string

There's something about him, this man.

Deep down, it feels as if a string is tied around something vital inside you. A piece of you that you cannot live without, twined with its match inside him. Like the path you've taken has always led to this moment, this meeting.

You feel as if you are always out of step.

Too early. And then somehow - just a little bit too late.

As if you've missed something crucial. A prickle on the back of your neck. Eyes scanning the crowds of people as you weave through cities - looking for someone.

As to whom, though - you're never quite sure.

All your soulmate AU pieces tug at *MY* soul 🥹🥹🥹 beautiful as always 🥰

ahh this made me so happy to read, thank you so much! and so glad you liked this 💖 oh to tied to mr din djarin 😌

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* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

18+ hoes (just smut. I didn’t mean for it to be this long. Oops.)

Just thinking about Eddie cleaning up after a game of dnd. You’re plopped down in his throne watching him collect the pieces, placing them carefully in the box.

You scoot back in the chair, lifting your skirt a little higher as you do just waiting to catch his eye.

You listen as he hums to himself, watching his brown curls bounce as he moves around the large table. He’s so pretty. He always is but especially in this dim lighting, the candlelight flickering in his brown eyes every few seconds. The whole thing an attempt to have a more theatrical atmosphere was quickly turning into setting the mood for the two of you.

You keep your eyes on him, watching his every move. Your eyes land on his hands. Metal rings adorning almost every finger. Fuck, those fingers. The thought of them inside of you makes you throb. Your mind being taken back to last night. His fingers deep in your cunt, the sounds of your slick loud as he fucked into you roughly. “Squeezin’ me so tight, sweetheart.” he groaned, curling his fingers with precision. “More, Eddie. P-please.” you had screamed making him grin as he worked in a fourth finger.

baby, do you want to come home with me?

Eddie Munson x Reader

Giving in to the tension feels good

Word count: 702

Contents: Making out. Pre-smut and getting handsy in a bathroom. Female reader (one use of 'her'). Title from Wet Dream, by Wet Leg.

Author’s note: This has been sitting half-finished in my docs named 'untilted eddie make out' for well over a month. It's barely read-over or edited, but here you go, Eddie girls. Come get your man!

His breath is hot against your lips, tinged with smoke and hops. That smokey scent blends with spicy aftershave and the earthy fug of green. Every molecule of you feels aflame, sparked by the slide of his tongue against yours and the gentle command he leads with. He is addictive and you need another taste. 

After weeks of tension building, attraction growing stronger each time you saw each other instead of waning, you both gave in tonight. And oh are you glad you did. 

18+ hoes

Eddie’s calloused fingers dig into your hips, pressing you hard into the mattress as you squirm beneath him. “Eddie please.. I can’t.” you whimper pathetically, the sound only making him chuckle into your warmth.

“Gonna give me one more, sweetheart.” he mumbles drunkenly before his long tongue is lapping at your soaked cunt once again.

“I- Eddie, I can’t.” you squeal as tears flood your cheeks, your clit puffy and red from his constant torture.

“Wasn’t a request, Princess. Now give me one more.” he smirks up at you just as he shoves three thick fingers inside your pussy, immediately curling them right into your sweet spot.

“Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.” the word falls from your lips again and again as Eddie brings you right to the edge of your sixth orgasm.

“P-please. Eddie please.” you whine, your heels dig into the mattress as you try to push your body away from him begging for an ounce of relief. It does nothing but make him fuck his fingers into you faster. The loud squelching of your drenched pussy heard above all else.

“That’s not your safe word, baby.” Eddie winks up at you before burying his face once again, his lips wrapping around your sensitive clit, tugging it into his mouth relentlessly. Your entire body feels like it’s floating, every touch from him making it that much harder to breathe.

You can taste your safe word on your lips, your body completely overwhelmed, your hair sticking to your forehead with sweat, your cries coming out hoarse as he continues destroying you. But you keep quiet. Because you want it. You need it.

You let go one more time, allowing yourself to give into him entirely. You feel your pussy walls clenching down hard around his ringed fingers as your head falls back into the soft sheets. Stars flood your vision as your hips jerk against his hold on you.

Eddie pops off your clit, his eyes now locked on your beautiful face as your mouth drops open with a silent scream. “Fuck, there it is. Let it all go baby. Such a good slut for me. Soak my fuckin’ hand.”

You can barely hear his words of praise as your highest high hits you. You can feel the warmth as your cum runs down to your ass, your thighs soaked as well.

Eddie gives you a second for your body to relax before he slowly removes his fingers, bringing them straight to your lips, making you suck them clean. He leans down licking a long stripe against your pussy, your hand automatically reaching out, striking him hard across the cheek. Your eyes widen as a dark smile forms on his pretty lips.

“Oh, baby. Now you’re in for it.”

10 Minutes

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader: One Shot (Smut)

Summary: Bucky is a little desperate for some alone time during one of Stark's parties, and ten minutes is all he needs.

Word Count: 2.2k (no mention of Y/N)

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, unprotected sex, praise, oral (male receiving), slight exhibitionism (bathroom at a party), MINORS DNI!

A/N: I kinda took a break from writing because I had a lot of unfinished fics, but I'm slowly starting to get back into it. And thank you for 300 followers on here! I can't believe there's that many people of you who actually like my writing :)

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Omfg excuse me as I (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ

precious - e.m.

y2k eddie munson x girly reader

18+ ONLY MDNI

opposites attract masterlist

word count: 1k

a/n: another repost from my opposites attract series. i missed our feral, goblin boyfriend. so i hope you all enjoy xx.

He’s been in between your thighs for the better part of an hour, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers now long forgotten in the background.

Just One More

WARNING: Overstimulation, crying reader, language, fingering

“No, no, no, no!”

There you are, 4 orgasms in and writhing wildly in Bucky’s arms as he continues to rub circles around your clit. You’re trembling with tears streaming down your face while you desperately try to get away from the torturous manipulation of his hands. All he could do was smile as he keeps the cold, heavy metal of his left arm tight around you middle.

He kept pulling you back into his chest when you couldn’t help but buck your hips and gasps for breath, “Bucky… please… no more, I can’t-”. He puts two fingers in your abused opening,

“Yes, you can,” he says sternly, mouth pressed to your ear. The bass in his voice vibrates the wires in your brain. He’s all you crave.

He lets out a deep breath when he slides a third finger into your hole. You were helpless and at his mercy. Your hands are trapped behind your back, between your torsos with a red Christmas ribbon he found. Your legs were trapped between his so when you tried to close them, he just had to spread his wider. There was absolutely nothing you could do to stop him from playing with your sensitive pussy.

“Ohhh, I’m not done yet, Baby. Not yet.” He pulled his fingers out and went back to the same speed on your clit.

“Oh my god, Sir… fuck, please, don’t stop,” you moan loudly, trashing in his grip when the tight coil in your abdomen comes undone. Wave after wave of pleasure crashing through you. You’re full on sobbing in blissful agony before going tractable in his arms. All your body could do was tremble from head to toe when he pressed his nose into your slick neck and finally slips his fingers out of you. He loosens his hold on your torso, allowing your legs to close a bit to give you a well deserved moment. You go to close them more when he cups his hand possessively around your pussy. He’s still not done.

You start to cry again; the combination of the tears and your whining making you sound so pathetic and helpless. He just eats it up.

“Noooo… Bucky, please, no more… stop, I- I can’t… please, no…”

“Shhh. You’re doing so well for me,” he says, pressing his lips against your temple. “What do you say to get me to stop?”

He laid a light tap to your swollen petals, “tell, y/n. Stay with me.”

“Brooklyn,” you said in the faintest whisper.

“Why?”

“It’s where we met…FUCK!”

He doesn’t wait another moment before slipping two fingers back inside your sopping pussy, making you cry out when they graze your ultra sensitive walls.

“James-FUCKKK!,” You drag out as you sit your head up to watch his attack on you,

“You want me to stop? Say it and I’ll stop.” He knew you wouldn’t and he reveled at the fact that he had complete control over you. The fact that he didn’t reprimand you for using his legal name meant that he was having way too much fun in this torture session to even care.

“No! Please don’t stop…” His fingers reached the spot that undoes it all and your eyes roll back as you place your head back on him, completely quiet.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Bucky watches, mesmerized that it’s him who’s making you cum like this.

You whimper in his arms, gulping in large breaths that pass right by his ear from where my head is resting on his shoulder. Your entire body is trembling. Your sweaty skin sliding along his own when you try to wiggle away from his touch.

You stay like that for a moment before he presses another kiss to your temple. By this time, your eyes are closed and you’re starting to come down. Your breathing stables until you feel a heavy, icy sensation start to travel back to your overused cunt.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me. I know you can give me another, Baby.”

seen this before? tumblr deleted my other account so i have to rebuild :/

SO SCARLET (IT WAS MAROON)

CHAPTER EIGHT: LOML

☆ pairings: rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader

☆ warnings: no use of y/n, strong language, angst, consumption of alcohol, (overly poetic) smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, technically unprotected sex even after the idiots discussed protection, minors dni

☆ WC: 3.9K+

☆ A/N: extremely sorry for the shortest chapter in this series yet. also, out of all the songs referenced for the title of chapters, this one might be the most on the nose. i kid you not, i cannot explain how perfectly loml encapsulates reader/sugar's emotions during this chapter. if you'd like the extra hurt, 10/10 recommends listening as you read. :)

thank you to my love @hellfire--cult for the divider!

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 “Can I kiss you, Sugar?” 

You’ve made your fair share of dumb decisions in your life. Plenty of moments have slipped right between your fingers due to hesitation that you’d later regret, you have a catalog of embarrassing encounters to serve you a lifetime. You’ve said yes when your answer should have been a resounding no, you’ve made promises you knew were impossible to keep, and you’ve always had an unexplainable habit of digging yourself into graves that will surely bury you alive. 

This moment is no different. 

The correct reaction is to tell him no, to push him away and end the night here. You should leave before either of you make any mistakes and ruin whatever fragile thing resides between the two of you any further. There’s a million other options you should be taking, but at the end of the day, you still nod your head. 

Not even a second later, Eddie’s lips are on yours, and it’s hard to call it a mistake when it’s the first time you’ve felt like you could properly breathe in two years.