Aduialwen - Aduialwen

Hey yall! Just want to share a Mando x reader fic here called "Lessons In Being Lost & Found".

The writing is stellar and the smuts is soooo good - i honestly don't know how many times I've re-read it and it always amazes me how many amazing writers and artists there are in the fandom.

Basically the setting and context is quite similar to Rough Day, only that if sweet girl is more "standoffish", according to the author's own words. Check it out while you have time!

I'm a journalist myself and if I could write half as good as this author or @no-droids 😁😁😁

A Mandalorian art created by my sister. Please leave a like/comment if you can. That will really make her day 😁😁

kinktober day two - voice kink

miles quaritch

content: voice kink (duh). nsfw (immediately. no lead into it.) size difference (fem!human reader x recom!quaritch.) p in v sex. unprotected sex. slight exhibitionism. discussion of daddy kink. kink discovery.

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“Oh fuck, Miles please-“ you whined against the pillow as Quaritch fucked you into the mattress, your body jolting with each sharp thrust of his hips. Your pussy squelched with each intrusion, not meant to take a dick like this but needing to have it all the same.

Quaritch loomed over you, holding your hips with one hand and the back of your neck with the other, keeping you still as his pace quickened. He could tell you were close, could see the way your thighs trembled and feel how your pussy clamped down on his cock.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” he gritted out, the hand against your neck moving to rest bedside your face for balance as he leaned forward more. The arch of your back deepened, and he rammed against your cervix, the only barrier keeping him from practically piercing you. “Gonna cum on my cock? Taking it so well, doing so good f’me.”

You moaned incoherently at his words, nodding your head against the pillow as his hips slapped against yours mercilessly. Your poor tiny body was going to be wrecked tomorrow.

But right as he felt himself tip over the edge, his RDA-issued phone rang, LYLE WAINFLEET in white type across the screen.

His thrusts came to a halt, and you let your displeasure be known by groaning. Quaritch understood your frustration: not only had you both been denied your orgasms, but this phone call was a part of a general trend. No one could leave him the fuck alone, apparently. It seemed like everyone needed his input, or his permission, or his presence.

And it always, always happened when he was with you.

Quaritch kissed your shoulder as he reached over you for the phone, but you shrugged him off and turned your head away, wrapping your arms around the pillow.

He exhaled a sigh before pressing the green answer button at the bottom of the comically large device. “This better be damn important, Corporal.”

Throughout the call, Quaritch made sure that you didn’t feel forgotten. He ran his palm along your spine slowly, moving your hair out of the way to message a knot out of your neck with his thumb. He kept his dick inside of you, and occasionally your walls would flutter against him or a slight shift of your hips would squeeze. It was nothing he couldn’t handle.

That is, until Wainfleet decided to tell him a particularly frustrating piece of information, and he growled. It was a Na’vi trait that he’d got from this body, accompanied with all the other various new additions to his physiology. But as he opened his mouth to reply, you clamped down on him. Hard.

Quaritch choked on his words, his hips rocking forward into you of their own volition. His eyes snapped back to your body, watching your shoulders tense.

And sure enough, you slowly moved your head to the side and peered at him over your shoulder, face flushed and eyes wide.

Wainfleet’s repeated “Colonel?”s brought him back to reality, and he carefully leaned forward over you until his mouth was right up to your neck, his breath ticking the hairs along your skin.

“Can you repeat that?” Quaritch replied, keeping his voice low. And there it was again. A tightening of your cunt and a shiver.

Oh.

He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he continued the conversation, noting each reaction you had to his voice. Especially how you were determined to hide your face against the pillow, refusing to even look at him.

When finally, finally, the call ended, he tossed the phone somewhere behind him on the bed. Again, he leaned forward, his words dripping with the sugary sweetness that always accompanied his speech when he found something new to torture you with.

“What’s that all about, sweetheart?” Quaritch cooed, and you whined as he pressed his front against your back, pushing you further into the mattress. When you didn’t answer him, he frowned and pressed his head to your shoulder, resting his cheek against it to try and get a look at your expression. You still gripped his cock like a vice, and he was being real patient for you to go and be a brat.

“Imma give you one more chance to fess up, and then I’m not gonna be so nice.” he said lowly. All he had to do now was wait.

And sure enough, you slowly turned your head to look at him, albeit from over your crossed arms, just barely meeting his eyes. You knew by now from the months with Quaritch that when he gave an ultimatum, he wasn’t to be trifled with. Hell, you had a bite mark still bruised into the inside of your thigh to prove that defiance never came without consequence.

But Miles was always sure to start out slow with these things, and now he tapped at the arm concealing your full face from him. You moved it down to your chest, and he smirked when he took in your embarrassed expression. “Was it about me being on the phone?” he questioned, and you shook your head.

“You got a humiliation kink or something?”

“No.”

“… Exhibitionism?”

“No, Miles.”

“Is it because you wanted to make me-“

“Jesus, Miles, just-“ you grunted, reaching a hand back and slapping his shoulder three times, your sign for him to get off. He did so, leaning back up and pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, and he let out a quiet chuckle as you rolled over to face him. Miles helped lift you when you winced at sore muscles, easily plopping you down on his lap. For once, he bit his tongue.

“I’m surprised you even know that much, you geezer.” you said as you peered up at him, and he squeezed your waist. “Better quit beatin’ round the bush, y/n.” he replied, and you glared.

After a few moments of silence, you finally let out some kind of answer, though it was said to his chest instead of his face.

“What was that?”

“Bad hearing finally catch up to you, old man?”

“Y/n.”

“It’s your voice.”

Now that gave him pause. “The hell do you mean?” he questioned, peering down at your flushed face.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times before replying “I mean it’s the way your voice sounds that made me… that made me squeeze.” You still wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Miles lifted your chin with his pointer finger, tilting your head up until your gaze found his. “Ain’t nothin to be ashamed of.” he said, moving his thumb along your jawline. Sometimes the size difference still made him awestruck, the way his hand could cover your whole face if he wanted to.

“Remember when we talked about how I liked you calling me daddy?” he recalled as he lowered you back down to the bed, and you snorted. Now that had been a shameful day for him, and one that you loved to bring up when he got a little too cocky during your private moments.

“All it means…” he whispered against the shell of your ear as he pressed back into you. Your pussy welcomed him back without hassle, and your legs spread automatically to make room for him. “is that I have another weapon in my arsenal to make you tick.”

The clench was delicious as you listened to him, and he fought back a groan as he forced his hips into a slow rhythm.

“And you know there’s nothing I love more, Princess…” his voice rumbled against your neck. Your keened, throwing your head back.

“… than making you tick.”

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Me waiting for all those din x reader fics set in that Nevarro country house  😂 😂 😂 

And all the tasty smut that will come out of it 😏😏😏

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