hi!! 25+f writer looking for long term rp partners on discord. mdni. looking for writers 21+ who are okay with smut/nsfw themes. my activity varies as i work full time but i’m usually around for ooc chatter. i love making playlists, pinterest boards and obsessing over our ship.
not shamelessly smutfishing but i will say that i’m looking for fraught/intense dynamics with lots of romantic chemistry and tension. i’m also super burned out playing strict tops. i’m fine with switching but definitely am leaning more toward submissive characters for any of these plots at the moment. any gender pairing is fine as long as you come to me with some ideas and are willing to create nuanced characters with me!
interested in: size difference, secret identities, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, language barriers, fated mates (including a/b/o dynamics if that’s your thing) etc. limits/triggers can be discussed in private.
potential ideas (my preferred muse in bold):
- queen/prince and bodyguard
- professor/student
- plucky mechanic/alien who doesn’t understand sarcasm
- bookish researcher accidentally summons historical “barbarian” figure they were studying OR accidentally travels back in time to said historical barbarian era
- human x non-human (aliens, demons, werewolves, shapeshifters, etc)
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it's been too long since i've sent something debilitatingly horny to you, so here:
edit: im sorry its so long and plot-y 😭 i've never written for poe and got too excited.
imagine being a first order commander in charge of coaxing information from poe dameron. the first batch of interrogators (a couple stormtroopers) couldn't get a thing out of him so you were called in as back up.
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you've had a few interactions with poe (as you're both renowned pilots), but you've never actually seen his face. you've only communicated through radios -- well, communicated is a strong word, you've taunted and growled at each other from a distance...
needless to say, you were intrigued to finally meet this 'poe dameron' that you've been chasing around since you became a flight officer.
you're shocked when you see him, not because he's battered and barely conscious, but because he's prettier than you expected.
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of course, he's fucking pretty. he's the resistance's flyboy, the general's favorite, complete with a cut jawline, pouty lips and perfect curls.
it enrages you.
long dark lashes frame half-lidded eyes as you approach him. his body is strapped tight to a chair, but he doesn't seem bothered by it. he's so unbothered, in fact, that he immediately greets you with one of his annoying quips:
"you the good cop?" you're sure it would've sounded better if his voice wasn't so hoarse and broken -- not that you didn't enjoy that sound. there's something about a ruined man that immediately sparks a flame inside of you.
"no, they were the good cops." you refer to the storm troopers that left him this way. "i'm the bad cop, and i like to do things a bit differently..."
you can see it on his face: he recognizes you, or your voice, but he doesn't know from where.
"can't fly away anymore, can you, dameron?"
it finally dawns on him, "you." he almost looks...happy about the revelation.
"yeah, me." his stare is intense and interested, and he's not trying to hide it at all.
cocky bastard.
"y'now i didn't expect such a bea--"
you roll your eyes, "ok, let's stop with all this chatter."
there's a piece of paper sticking out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket, folded several times to fit securely in the space.
"you got something for me?" you coo, voice sickly sweet all of the sudden.
you reach out, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his chest, feeling the smooth leather rise and lower under your fingers as he starts to breathe harder. he pushes against your touch like he's touch deprived, like he's been waiting for this moment all his life.
oh, he's easy.
you snicker as you pluck the paper out, taking a second to wag it tauntingly in front of his face.
"what're you...HEY! THAT'S MINE."
bingo
you open it up, satisfied by how fluidly this interrogation is going. once you deliver this to ren, you're sure to get a promotion.
when you see what's inside, you glower: it's just a worn photo of some BB-droid.
"really?" you give him an unimpressed look. "what, is this your pet or something?"
"he's my driod! my little buddy!"
"ok...so we'll do this the hard way."
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it starts with pain, but it never seems to be enough. he's -- laughing! he's taunting you, groaning out "is that all you got" or whispering a hoarse "i could do this all day".
you realize you're methods will have to be a bit...unconventional to get your point across. you saw how he reacted to your touch, how he looks at you, even when you're punching him in the face.
you know what you need to do, you're just not sure that you could take it.
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you take the step -- blurring the line between pain and pleasure.
it's for the first order, you tell yourself, but you're enjoying it.
you're breathing almost as hard as he is -- you need it just as much as he does.
you've been edging him about an hour now. he whines when you slow your hand again, leaving him right at the brink of release. metal clangs and groans as he pulls against his restraints.
"please, please, please..."
"you know what i need." you squeeze him, not tightly, but just enough to drive him wild. "just one word -- the planet -- and i'll give it to you. i'll let you cum all over yourself."
"c-can't."
"can't? or won't?" you swipe your thumb over his leaking tip. he's literally pulsing in your hold.
"fuck!" he yells out a name, one you immediately memorize, desperate voice and all.
;dlfsl;dfgk oh oh oh ohhhhhhh my goddddddddddddd
no but like, the fact that poe was also kind of into the whole thing though?? him arching into your touch, shooting you heated glances even when you're torturing him, like he likes being at your mercy?????? please send help 🫠🫠🫠
(**WARNING: here there be smut and it could potentially be considered dub-con so read at your own risk**)
if you thought he was pretty before, it's nothing compared to how he looks when he comes--his jaw slack, head thrown back, baring his glorious neck (a neck you just wanna bite), his sweaty curls deliciously mussed, eyes closed in ecstasy as he makes a mess of himself and your hand.
heavenly, you think. the sight is heavenly.
unable to resist, you kiss him softly, so contradictory to the rough way you'd been handling him. he sighs, sagging against his restraints as he kisses you back, his breath fanning across your cheek. you tell him he's a good boy when you pull away and he whines, trying to follow your lips, his mouth gaping, pupils blown wide with lust. he's so drunk on you, on the pleasure you've given him, he'd probably give you whatever you wanted right now; the knowledge fills you with glee. you smile, running a hand down his chest before tucking him back in his trousers.
he comes back to himself when you move to leave, his eyes growing a little harder, jaw clenching as you tell him that you look forward to working with him again.
unfortunately, ren isn't around for you to give him the intel poe gave you, so you hold onto it, intent on telling him when he returns. that night though, you can't sleep, can't stop thinking about poe's breathy whines and whimpers and how pretty he looked begging you to let him come. it's all you can think about, the urge to go to him so strong. so you go, shooing the guards from his cell and going inside. he's asleep, still tied up but removed from the rack he'd been on earlier, bloodied and bruised and beautiful. you allow yourself a moment to study him, eyes tracing the curve of his jaw, of his brow, his nose.
then you take him in your hand, squeezing and stroking, his pretty little noises going straight to your core. you want him, you realize, want to claim him, want to make him yours. the urge is so strong it makes you a little angry--that he could have so much power over you in this state is...well, it's unacceptable.
maybe you just need to fuck him, you reason, to get it out of your system. so you do, straddling him and sheathing his hardness inside your warm, wet cunt. he sounds (and looks) even prettier like this, beneath you, his moans breathy, breathing ragged as you ride him. he feels so good inside you, the stretch of his cock scratching an itch you didn't even realize you had. he watches at you with wide, attentive eyes, hips pushing up to meet yours as you impale yourself on him again and again.
you see stars when you come, cunt clenching around his cock as you throw your head back with a strangled moan. he's still hard and inside you when you come down, his ragged breaths reaching your ears. the look in his eyes is almost reverent when you meet them, and when he begs you to let him come inside you, a little piece of your heart crumbles.
you leave his cell, swearing to yourself that you'll never do it again, that you'll tell ren what you've learned and that dameron will be executed and it'll all be done.
but you don't. can't.
you keep the information you learned to yourself so your trysts with him can continue. every day you go to his cell, send away the guards, and fuck him. you start to look forward to it, to seeing him, to being with him. he starts begging you to let him touch you, and one day you cave and allow it. you groan when he cups your breast, arching into his touch as you bounce slowly on his cock. then his hand falls to your hip, his fingers dig into your skin, and a part of you hopes he'll leave behind bruises. when his thumb finds your clit, he circles the bud, groaning as you gasp, cunt fluttering around him. he whispers something as you fall apart, and it isn't until later that you realize...he'd called you beautiful.
(lmaooooooooooo many, many apologies for going overboard with this, i love me a subby man, especially when that man is poe dameron, hnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng)
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