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library-cherry · 3 months ago

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»»𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 – 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞.

A/n: I love him.

1. The Tower Room – Late Afternoon

Bruno’s tower is a labyrinth of winding staircases and hidden alcoves, but at the very top, there’s a small room with a narrow bed draped in faded blankets. The room is filled with candles that cast a golden glow over the sandstone walls.

You’re leaning against the stone wall, your dress pulled up to your waist, legs wrapped around Bruno’s hips as he thrusts into you slowly. His forehead is pressed against yours, sweat dampening his curls as he groans your name. His eyes are half-lidded, mouth hovering over yours but not quite kissing you.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse and desperate.

You gasp as his thumb presses against your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles in time with his thrusts. His other hand cradles the back of your neck, his thumb stroking your jaw as if to keep you grounded.

“Say it again,” he pleads, his lips brushing over your cheek. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Bruno,” you whimper, and that’s all it takes. He presses you harder against the wall, hips moving faster, each thrust deeper than the last. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room, mixing with the soft murmur of the wind outside and the creak of the tower walls.

2. The Courtyard – Midnight

The moon hangs high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the courtyard. Everyone is asleep, and the house is eerily quiet. You’re sprawled out on the soft grass, your dress bunched around your hips and Bruno’s hands gripping your thighs as he pins you down.

His hair hangs in his eyes as he lowers his mouth to your neck, his breath hot against your skin. “Anyone could catch us,” he mutters, his teeth grazing the curve of your shoulder.

“But they won’t,” you counter, fingers threading through his curls and tugging just hard enough to make him hiss.

Bruno’s hands slide under your thighs, lifting them higher as he thrusts into you hard enough to make the grass scratch against your back. The chill of the night air only makes the heat between you more intense, your bodies moving together in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

“Shh,” he warns, pressing his lips against your mouth to stifle your moans. “Don’t wake the house.”

But the way he’s moving, each stroke deeper than the last, makes it nearly impossible to stay quiet. You’re both panting, skin slick with sweat as he fucks you slow and steady, his hips grinding against yours with delicious friction.

3. The Kitchen – Early Morning

You’re bent over the wooden kitchen table, the scent of freshly baked arepas lingering in the air. The house is still waking up, and the sound of Mirabel’s voice singing softly somewhere in the background makes your heart race.

Bruno’s chest is pressed against your back, one hand tangled in your hair while the other clutches your hip, holding you in place as he thrusts into you from behind. His movements are frantic, almost desperate, his breath hot against the back of your neck.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters, voice low and rough as his hips snap against yours. “You know that?”

Your hands grip the edge of the table, nails digging into the wood as he fucks you harder, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His teeth scrape over your shoulder, biting down just enough to make you gasp.

“Bruno,” you moan, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hand slipping around to your front, fingers circling your clit in quick, firm strokes. “You’re so good to me. So perfect.”

4. The Nursery – Midday

The nursery is empty, Elias playing outside with Mirabel and Antonio, but the air still smells of baby powder and warm sunlight. The rocking chair creaks softly as Bruno straddles it, you perched in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist.

His hands are under your dress, sliding up your thighs as you rock against him slowly. His lips are on your neck, trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up to your ear.

“Missed you,” he breathes, his voice thick with longing as he thrusts up into you, each movement slow and deep. “Needed you.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging his head back so you can kiss him, tongues sliding together in a messy, heated dance. The chair rocks beneath you, the creak of the wood mingling with your breathy moans and Bruno’s soft curses.

“Don’t stop,” you gasp, hips rolling against his as his hands grip your ass, guiding your movements.

“Never,” he promises, his eyes dark and full of love as he watches you come apart in his arms.

5. The Candle Room – Evening

The room glows with the light of hundreds of candles, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. You’re on your knees in front of Bruno, his back against the wall as he looks down at you with wide, needy eyes.

Your mouth wraps around his cock, tongue swirling around the tip as he threads his fingers through your hair, his knuckles going white as he struggles to stay still.

“Gods, you look so beautiful like this,” he breathes, his voice thick and breathless. “So perfect.”

You hum around him, taking him deeper, your hands gripping his thighs to keep your balance as you move. The sounds he’s making are intoxicating—soft, desperate whimpers mixed with low, throaty groans.

When you finally pull back, his cock slick and glistening, he drags you to your feet, spinning you around and pressing you against the wall.

“My turn,” he growls, sliding down your body until he’s on his knees, his hands spreading your thighs apart.

“Hold on to the wall, cariño,” he murmurs, eyes dark and hungry as he dips his head between your legs. “This might take a while.”

6. The Garden – Sunset

The air is warm, the sky painted in hues of pink and gold as the sun dips below the horizon. You’re beneath the arch of hanging vines, the scent of jasmine and roses heavy in the air.

Bruno lays you down on the soft grass, his body covering yours as he settles between your thighs. His hands grip your wrists, pinning them above your head as he slides inside you, slow and deliberate.

“Wanted to do this all day,” he whispers against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

His hips roll against yours, each thrust slow and deep, your bodies moving together in perfect rhythm. The warmth of the sun lingers on your skin, mingling with the heat of Bruno’s body as he takes you apart piece by piece.

You arch beneath him, moaning his name as he kisses you, his mouth soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the intensity of his thrusts. His lips trail down your neck, biting and sucking until you’re trembling beneath him, the world falling away until all you can feel is Bruno.

7. The Library – Stormy Night

Rain pounds against the windows, lightning flashing in the distance as you and Bruno lay sprawled on the library floor, a blanket beneath you. The fire crackles softly, casting a warm, golden glow over your entwined bodies.

Bruno is above you, his curls damp with sweat as he thrusts into you slowly, his forehead pressed to yours. The storm rages outside, but inside, it’s just the two of you, moving together in a slow, lazy rhythm that speaks of love and longing.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, his eyes locked onto yours as he kisses you, soft and sweet. “Always.”

And as the rain pours down and the fire crackles and the world falls away, you hold him closer, your bodies melding together as you make love on the floor of the library, surrounded by the scent of old books and the sound of your hearts beating as one.

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library-cherry · 2 years ago

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Din Djarin: Let Me Help You

!! 🚨 SMUT 🚨!!

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din walks home with you from a mission, and he can tell that something is off…

Warnings: SEX POLLEN TROPE! Din is very nervous about you, he also carries a dead body, absolutely no foreplay, fingering, feelingssss, softness, dirty talk. Please practice safe sex and consent!

A/N: yet again, we have another self-indulgent fic. I should not be allowed on this app.

You should’ve known something was wrong when you started sweating profusely.

The autumn air was too cold for you to be feeling this way. The only things you were carrying were the Child and a backpack full of food and water. It’s not like you were hiking up steep mountains either, you were walking up tiny hills at most.

Din had asked you to accompany on this mission just a few hours earlier. The planet you were on was far from safe and Din wanted to keep an eye on you. Or at least, that’s what he said to you.

What you didn’t know, however, was that Din wanted you there not only to make sure you were safe, but also because he was incredibly nervous for this mission, and having you there calmed his nerves. You always said the exact right things at the exact moment he needed them. Just seeing you and hearing you breathe next to him tended to give him some perspective.

You of course agreed to his offer. You felt the exact same as he did. Seeing his shiny armor and hearing his deep voice every once in a while made you feel safe, protected even. Like you were wrapped in comfort, and there was no being living or dead that could penetrate through it to get to you.

And so, the three of you headed off, using Din’s tracking fob as your GPS. The journey was not long on foot, not even a mile, and the weather was perfect. It was chilly enough that even when you did get a bit sweaty from the walk, you were cooled almost immediately.

Everything was going really well, actually. You and Din made pleasant conversation as you made your way to the bounty’s hideout. He even chuckled at a few of your comments, which really made your heart flutter. The Child was calm in your arms, falling asleep a little under halfway through the walk.

You were…content.

Once you finally made it to the bounty was when things got interesting. Din’s tracking fob started going wild, making him immediately push you and the kid behind a tree to keep you safe.

“Stay here, and stay hidden,” he whispered to you. “I will be right back.”

“I know,” you said with a smile. He nodded, then took off to finish his mission.

You took a deep breath, pushing the kid’s nose into your chest to keep him safe. You leaned your head back against the tree, breathing deeply again, just how Din taught you, when an unexpected tingly feeling brushed against your nose.

You hadn’t realized before, but a small plant was growing out of the tree right where you leaned your head back. A small bud had grown long enough to expand out of the trunk, and it had placed itself right underneath your nose. When you breathed deeply that second time, you inhaled the full scent, causing you to lean your head forward again and itch your nose like crazy.

You tried to keep quiet, knowing you had to keep yourself and the kid safe, but a sneeze was building and your head started feeling light and airy.

Your eyebrows started to furrow and the sneeze was about to release, and once it did, the pollen from the plant only started to puff up in the air more. You tried to wave it away, keeping the Child pressed to your chest so he didn’t get any of the pollen in his face, and you sneezed once again.

“Dank farrik,” you whispered, blinking the pollen away from your eyes and wiping your nose with your sleeve. You scooted your butt away from the plant as much as you could, finally able to breathe clearly again, but your head still felt clogged.

You just brushed it off as a weird pollen allergy, and continued to remain as quiet as possible.

It was less than a minute later when Din finally returned, startling you slightly when he stuck his helmet around the tree.

“Hey,” he said, and you clutched your chest and exhaled in relief when you realized it was him.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and you laughed a bit.

“It’s ok,” you responded. “Did you get him?”

“Yep. Got him. Just gotta get him back to the ship and put in carbonate,” he said, and you nodded.

“Alright,” you said and began to stand up. Din stuck out his arm to help you off your feet, and you mumbled a “thank you” as you brought the Child up with you.

Once you were fully standing, Din caught a glimpse of your red eyes and nose, and he lifted your chin with his knuckles to get a better look.

You were slightly caught off guard, gasping slightly at the touch, before relaxing into it. He gently tilted your head to the side to get a better look.

“What’s this?” he asked, and you scoffed.

“Pollen,” you said with a laugh. Din breathed out, then dropped his hand and nodded.

“Keep an eye on that,” he said, then walked back to the quarry.

Din had touched you before, but it was mostly small touches on the back, maybe a tap on the shoulder…

….but never your face. His gentle touch and smooth leather gloves sent goosebumps from your neck all the way down your back. Your cheeks heated up so fast you were worried the blood flow to your head would make you more lightheaded than you already were. You could see your reflection in his helmet, proving just how close he was examining your inflamed skin. You hadn’t been touched in any way similar to that in a very long time, and you almost fell over when he finally pulled his hand away from you.

Why did that make you so dizzy? He was just looking out for you and making sure your face wasn’t swelling up. He was a kind man, and he probably wanted to make sure he didn’t have to stop and get med supplies.

Still, it made you feel weird. Weird in a way that you only reserved for your bed late at night when the desire for Din became too much….

You shook your head to recollect yourself, hoisted the child in your arms to a more comfortable position, and followed Din into the forest back to the ship.

As you walked behind him, you watched his shoulders turn as he took each step, taking in their broadness and how his waist sinched ever so slightly as your eyes fell down his torso. You imagined his muscles moving under the armor and how strong they had to be from carrying all that beskar. Everything from his arms to his abs to his back to his thighs. His thighs has to be massive, not just from the beskar, but from the physical activity that came with his job. He had to be constantly alert and prepared for a fight, and his legs took the blunt of that stance. Not that you noticed…

As your eyes followed his back up to his shoulders, you allowed them to go further up to his helmet. You didn’t know what it was, but something was blocking your brain from stopping itself from going way too far. You knew you weren’t supposed to imagine what his face would look like, hell it probably broke his creed or something, but you just….let yourself.

You let yourself imagine how his hair would feel, probably soft and curly. He would excuse himself into the fresher to cut his hair pretty often, so you assumed it was thick enough to grow pretty fast. You imagined him with facial hair as well, matching his deep voice and tall body. You even started picturing his eyes, whether they be a dark brown or light blue. They had to have held massive amounts of emotion in them, since he couldn’t afford to show his emotions through his body language.

You wondered what his eyes would look like staring into your own. How deeply they would lock into yours as he pushed your hair from your face, pressing his lips to yours shortly after. The scruff on his face would hurt just right, and his large hands would hold your body close.

Even farther than that, what would his eyes show as he asked you to show yourself to him? To strip for him and show him every crook and debt in your skin. They would surely grow at the sight of you, especially as the feeling of his dick sinking inside of your—

“Do you need a break?” you heard in front of you, and it happened so quickly you almost walked right into Din’s chest.

Fuck were you breathing that loud?

“N-no. No I’m fine,” you said gently, but Din just looked at you for a moment. You couldn’t even look at him without thinking about how much he towered over you. His body completely encompassed yours in a shadow from the sinking sun, and it pained you to attempt to make eye contact with the amount that he was affecting you. Your heart was pounding and the underwear you had on were definitely not doing their job.

“Alright,” Din breathed. “Just let me know. We are almost there.”

You nodded and proceeded to keep your head down, watching your feet as they moved one foot in front of the other.

All you had to do was get back to the Crest, and you were home free.

~~*~~

You were not home free.

It was only getting worse.

The rest of the trip back was short, but it felt like hours with the way you were feeling. Every sense of you was opening more and more to what Din was doing and how fucking hot it was. Everything he did was a magnet to you. You had thought he was attractive this entire time, but he was just so damn distracting.

Once you finally did make it back to the comfort of the Crest, you shut yourself in the fresher and tried to take a shower. The hot water against your skin did calm you down a bit, but as soon as you left, everything returned in full force.

Every inch of you was throbbing for him. Literally pulsating and begging for relief. Your brain would not shut up with thoughts of him doing the dirtiest things your subconscious could possibly think of.

You slid down the door in your towel, trying to steady your breathing and give yourself some relief, but it was no use. Nothing was working.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Y/N? Y/N please tell me you’re alright,” you heard from outside the door.

Even his voice was making you moan. Your breath was erotic.

“I-I don’t know,” you said. “I don’t know what’s happening Din.”

Your voice was almost a cry at this point from how frustrated you were, and Din’s heart was pounding and shattering cohesively.

“Ok, just try to breathe. I’m gonna open the door alright?”

“Okay,” you breathed out, and slid yourself away from the door. The cool tile pressed against your cheek made goosebumps appear over your sweaty skin, and you knew you had to have some sort of fever.

The door creaked open and Din’s tall frame slowly rounded the corner.

“Oh god…” he croaked out at the sight of you on the bathroom floor. You were wrapped in your towel with your hair still dripping wet, and he could see that the swelling in your eyes was even more prominent than it was before.

You squeezed your nails into your palms when you heard his voice so close to you. You had been hearing it in your head for hours now, but nothing beat the tremor in person.

You were so fucking screwed.

“Let me help you…” he said and knelt down to pick you up.

“No, no Din, you can’t,” you whined. “You can’t. Fuck you can’t.”

“Listen to me Y/N,” he whispered calmly. “I know what’s happening. Please let me help you. You can’t stay like this…”

“I don’t even know what’s happening,” you cried.

“I know,” he replied, and you sensed a flicker of emotion in his voice. “I just want to make you feel better. Please let me help you.”

You breathed for a moment, trying to get your brain to actually think, but you were in too much agony at this point that all you could do was nod. You closed your eyes, refusing to look at Din as to prevent yourself from becoming any more aroused, even though you didn’t even think that was possible.

His arms wrapped around you and delicately lifted you, and the faint moan you let out should have embarrassed you, but like before, your brain was so clouded with agony and arousal you didn’t even care. The flames around your body were only ignited by the fuel they had been yearning for for hours.

“It’s alright Y/N,” he mumbled. “It’s alright.”

He brought you out of the bathroom and into his bed.

His bed.

Now his scent mixed with fresh linen was completely surrounding you, and it felt as if you were suffocating on your own desperation.

“Just lay down for a second ok? Just for one second,” he said in a hurried tone. Your eyes were closed and your body was squirming around, but the one sound you could actually process over your own breathing was the sound of metal hitting the floor.

Was Din…taking off his armor?

“What are you doing?” you moaned out, but Din offered no reply.

What finally caused you to open your eyes was the feeling of the bed sinking down below you, and a body hovering over yours.

Din’s body.

“Open your eyes for me Y/N,” he whispered over you. You opened your eyes and licked your dry lips, staring into his dark visor.

“I’m going to shut the lights out ok? I don’t know if this will work but I know what’s happening to you. That “pollen” you ran into isn’t….normal,” he said. “I don’t really think I need to explain right now, but I have to try something, I have to.”

“I can’t see you like this anymore…” he said, and brushed his fingertips against your cheek. You leaned into his touch and your vulva clutched around nothing.

“Just breathe,” he said, and he lifted himself away from you to shut the lights off.

His body pressed over yours again and you felt his breath fan over your neck. You were already squirming for more.

“Patience cyarika,” he mumbled. “Please just tell me if it gets too much, ok?”

You nodded frantically and brought your arms around his bare shoulders, squeezing them tightly to show him you understood. His soft skin and small flecks of scar tissue made your insides roar.

“Ok,” you said, and Din pecked your jawline with his lips. Your entire body shuddered, and whines were already leaving your lips, desperation coated in every one of them.

He continued kissing around your neck area before moving up to your cheeks. The only sound on the whole ship was the creaking of the old metal and your breaths mixed with Din’s. Fuck you could get off on this alone.

You moved your hands all over his body as he did this, feeling his back all the way to his hair covered chest. You hadn’t touched his face yet, nervous that would be going too far, but when his lips finally touched yours, all of that went out the window.

You were right, he does have scruff, and it did hurt so good. You pulled him impossibly closer to you and collided your tongues, causing him to groan above you. Your hands automatically went to his hair, massaging his curls and scalp.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against you. “I’m so fucking hard already.”

You nodded and groaned in agreement, and he started to move his head lower and lower to your stomach area.

“How do you want me cyarika,” he asked. “Do you want my cock? Or do you want my tongue and fingers first?”

“Tongue first,” you moaned out. “I’ve wanted it for months now.”

He breathed against your stomach, squeezing your hips as those words escaped you.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he moaned, and then began to spread your legs open.

He kissed all over your thighs, from the outside to the innermost parts, torturing you. He was so close to where you needed him.

He licked your slit and the sound you released was inhuman. You were lucky if you could even last a minute.

“So beautiful,” he mumbled into you and continued his kisses inside of you. Your knuckles were turning white on the sheets and sweat dripped down your boobs.

“So good Din,” you mumbled. “Wanted you for so long.”

He gripped your leg a little firmer at that comment, and only intensified his worship of your sex.

“Everything you do affects me Din,” you breathed out. “I can’t even fuck can’t look at you half the time.”

He moaned your name and pulled your hands into his hair. Your legs were twitching like crazy.

He removed his mouth from you, causing you to whine like a child, before he silenced you with his fingers inside of you instead. He immediately curled them just right, and your orgasm was right on the edge…

“Come on Y/N,” Din whispered. “I want you all over my hand.”

And that’s what did it. You cried out so loudly at the feeling that Din pressed his lips to yours to silence you. His tongue kept yours at bay and you wrapped your legs around his waist to keep control of your own.

He kept kissing you for a while, feeling every inch of you. Your body was on fire and his calloused hands on your skin was enough to make you want to erupt again.

“More Din,” you asked, and he kissed your cheek in response. He reached over you into his nightstand and grabbed a condom, unwrapping it with his shaky hands.

“How long have you had those?” you asked him in a teasing tone. He chuckled quietly.

“Since I began to stare at you everyday.”

He took your hand in his and helped you slide the condom on his dick, and the faint brush of your fingertips made him buck into your hand.

You attempted to pump him a bit, but he grabbed your hand set it back down on the bed.

“You tonight,” he said, and positioned himself above you.

His breaths were becoming shakier as he hovered over you, trying to get his body situated, and you scraped your fingers down his back to calm him. You didn’t even know if he had done anything like this before, and you hoped to god it wasn’t the last time you would feel his body so close to yours.

“Ready?” he asked you, and you nodded.

“Ready.”

And then heaven entered you. Molten hot heaven, hitting you deeply with every thrust. Nothing had ever felt so crafted for you, and your second orgasm came way sooner than expected.

You clenched around Din, moaning up a storm in his ears, and he somehow managed to contain himself. He kept moving and moving throughout your release, and stars started to light up your eyes.

You just kept moaning each other’s names over and over, begging each other to keep going. It wasn’t long until Din’s head collapsed into your shoulder and his thrusts began to get less and less coordinated.

“I can’t—can’t hold on anymore,” he mumbled into you. You scratched your nails up his back and into his hair, and the noise he made against you sent you into your third and final orgasm. Din released cohesively, and the entire thing felt fake.

This couldn’t be happening to you right now. There was no way you had the Mandalorian a moaning mess above you, panting in your ear and chanting your name over and over. It had to have been a dream.

When Din pulled out was when you finally felt your body become yours once again. The pollen feeling had completely dissipated, and Din’s gentle kiss to your forehead showed he knew that too.

“Don’t move,” he whispered, then disappeared out of the room. Barely 20 seconds later, he returned with a bathroom towel and a glass of water. Both of your bodies were still pretty shaky, so he gently handed you the water and waited for you to take a sip.

“Better?” he panted.

“Yes,” you responded, and took another sip of water.

“Good,” he said, and laid back down next to you. You finished off the water and set it on the nightstand to your left. You took a deep breath and tried to relax your nerves. For some reason, your brain decided to absorb the fact that Din was naked beside you now, and the butterflies you would always get around him returned.

You swallowed down your fears, and did your best to speak like normal.

“Thank you Din,” you said faintly. “For everything.”

Yet again, the room went silent. You didn’t expect him to respond with anything, hell he could even be asleep by now, so you just shut your eyes in discomfort and went to leave the bed.

Din’s hand overtop of yours stopped you, and you turned back to look at his silhouette laying next to you. He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards him, and used his other hand to frame your face with his palm. He kept pulling you closer and closer, until you finally thought “fuck it” and kissed him.

He kissed you back with just as much passion, turning his head to massage your tongue with his once again. The position of your bodies was a bit awkward, but this feeling was so addicting that it didn’t even matter to you.

Your senses were finally yours again, and you let yourself really soak in the fact that Din was kissing you. He pulled you back into his bed to kiss you again.

He pulled away and breathed against your mouth for a second or two. He then pulled you completely on top of him and you giggled, tucking your head into his neck. His chest vibrated as well, and your heart warmed at the feeling.

“Please never leave my bed,” he mumbled into your hair. You grinned and kissed his pulse point firmly.

“Trust me Din, I wouldn’t even dream of it.”

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