#S. Pedro

[larvamars]

I had to

[talaok]

Acting Normal

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

Summary: Javi’s been thinking about that night every minute of every day, while you're acting like it never even happened, and if he doesn't do something about it, he's gonna lose his mind.

warnings: smut| fingering, protected p in v sex, dirty talk, javi being a simp, sex in the workplace, (it's not public but there's a possibility of getting caught)

a/n: I already know what to write for part 3, this couple is my new obsession lol

This is a part 2 to this story, but it can be read alone

Javi

This was really important stuff

He was really supposed to be listening

He was paid to listen to it,

that's what he kept repeating himself,

and yet- yet if someone asked him to repeat whatever Carillo was saying, he couldn't have spit out one singular word.

But it wasn't his fault, not really.

You must have been doing it on purpose, there was no way you were doing all that just accidentally.

Your lips were wrapped around the lollipop in a way that left nothing to the imagination- he could feel those lips on him, he knew how soft and sweet they were from kissing them, but around him... oh they would feel even sweeter, he was sure-

"If you're not gonna listen to me then why am I even here?"

It took Javier much too long to realize what Carillo had said

"I'm listening" he stated with enough confidence to fool anyone- except he was talking to one of the few people that could see right through his bullshit.

"I'm surprised you haven't done it yet" the Colonel shook his head, blowing out a cloud of smoke "I thought she would have given in by now"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

Carillo couldn't help but laugh.

"You've been obsessed with her since she first arrived"

Javier hadn't even noticed that his gaze was back on you... or that his colleague had spoken again.

"yeah," Carillo chuckled, patting Javi's back "I'll just talk to Murphy"

And that was that, Carillo was gone, and Peña was left at a desk at the corner of the room, staring at you with the intensity with which a lion watches a gazelle.

He didn't know what the fuck to do.

To be completely honest with himself, he'd made a fucking mess.

He'd always been attracted to you, I mean there's not much of you that any man could find not hot, and sure, he'd spent about a year flirting with you as you rolled your eyes at him... but that's just how he was- he never thought it'd ever actually happen- and now...

Now he was fucked

You seemed so incredibly normal around him, like that night a week ago had been just a perfect dream, while him- fuck he couldn't even look at you without picturing how perfect you looked from between your tighs.

He'd thought he could manage to just do it that one time, to get it out of his system... what a stupid fucking bastard- he'd only made everything ten times worse.

And the worst part was that you didn't seem affected by it, not even a little bit- like now, there you were, looking all concentrated and everything, your brows furrowed, your bare legs crossed, one of them swinging ever so often, and your lips... your lips wrapped around the candy were an image sent straight from heaven.

Fuck- he was half fucking hard just by looking at you.

He needed to do something- now- or he was gonna go fucking crazy.

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"can I have a talk with you for a moment?"

He was leaning over your desk, not doing a great job of masking his desire.

You, on the other hand, hadn't even looked up from the paper before you.

"what's up?"

what's up?

He'd made you squirt on your boss' desk for fuck's sake, and you tell him what's up??

"Just something I think you could help me out with, in the evidence room"

"now?" you winced, finally looking at him

"Yeah now"

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"so what is it? did they misplace a file again-"

"How are you acting so normal?"

A gasp fled your mouth as you turned around and found him but an inch from you

"Jesus" you breathed "what are you talking about?"

"and who even eats lollipops past the age of five?"

He took a step closer and you took a step back, only for your back to hit the wall.

He'd cornered you.

"what is going on with you?" you hissed, only for him to take another slow step, and place his hand on the wall, right next to your head

"you, that's what's going on with me" his breath was fanning over your mouth, images of last week's night flashing both your minds "I've had the best sex of my life with you, and you're acting like it was just another Tuesday night"

"I-"

"I can still taste you on my tongue, I can still feel you around me, and you look at me like I'm nothing more than a fucking colleague y/n"

"Javier-"

"And then" he chuckled darkly, interrupting you once again "and then you have the nerve to suck on a fucking lollipop right in front me-"

A soft laugh couldn't help but bubble up your throat at that.

"Did that seriously... turn you on?"

"So what if it did?" he purred, his left hand finding your waist and forcing you off the wall and flush against him, against the blatant proof of his arousal.

You gasped, your hands clutching the shirt covering his chest.

"you're worse than a hormonal teenager"

His eyes sparked with malice as he bent down, his mouth skimming your mouth and cheeks, leaving shivers in his passage, until he pressed his lips right below your ear.

"A hormonal teen that made you squirt for the first time in your life"

"Javier-" your voice had already reduced to a thread of a whimper.

Fuck him and his irresistible sex appeal.

He was right, no one had ever made you feel as good as he had, and as much as he thought you weren't affected by that knowledge, he'd be shocked to find out how difficult it proved not to squirm every time he merely looked at you.

Yes, of course you were constantly thinking about that night too.

"Tell me you don't think about it"

He was like a mind reader

You stayed silent, conscious that any response you could give would inevitably give you away.

"That's what I thought" A snicker rumbled from his chest, his hand moving from your waist to slide underneath the hem of your skirt.

You hummed, your brain only half functioning as he continued to trail hot wet kisses down your throat.

"W-what are you doing?" you tried to speak normally without success.

"what does it look like I'm doing?" he smirked, his hand now fully cupping your clothed core, making you whine "What I've been thinking of doing for a whole damn week- so I don't lose my mind"

Two of his fingers were circling the wet spot on your panties when a phone rang from the other room, making your eyes snap open.

What the fuck were you doing?

You were at work- anyone could come in at any moment.

"Javier wait," you said, finally getting your voice back to normal.

"what is it, sweetheart?" from the way his eyes were still a thousand shades darker and blatantly staring at your mouth you could have guessed the danger of being caught didn't trouble him one bit.

"We can't"

He groaned frustratedly then, his head falling between your neck and shoulder

"why not sweetheart?"

"are you serious?" a quick laugh bubbled up your throat "we're at work"

"so?"

"so?" you parroted, only your voice was heightening with exasperation "so anyone could catch us at any given moment"

A soft smirk pulled at his lips, the hand that was still on your wall going to your waist to get you flush against him

"Are you ashamed of me sweetheart?" he teased

"Well, to be completely honest having sex with the biggest slut in Columbia isn't exactly my highest moment"

He feigned a gasp, his hot breath fanning over your own parted mouth

"Me? A slut?"

"yeah, you" You couldn't fight the smile pulling at your lips.

There he was, doing it again- making all your common sense fly out the window with his godforsaken charm.

"c'mon baby, I'll be quick"

And although you didn't want to, you could see yourself starting to consider his proposal.

"that's supposed to convince me?" you arched a brow, an amused smile pulling at your lips

"What, you think I can't make you come quickly?" he purred, his hand going to your ass in a swift move to grab at it.

You bit down a whine "Well I don't know"

"tell me you don't want it" he teased, the fingers on your core starting a torturous path up and down your still-clothed, but unbelievably drenched, slit "That you don't want this"

His fingers had trespassed your panties and had now found your raw skin, making you gasp

"anyone could come in us, including Messina" you added breathlessly

"I locked the door" he promised, his forehead on yours as his ring and middle finger gently found their way inside of you.

"a-and what if someone needs to get in?" you tried your best not to moan, but the way he curled his fingers made it so very fucking difficult

"then we'll tell them to fuck off" he murmured, his mouth now touching yours, but still not kissing you.

"If we get caught I'm gonna kill you, we clear?"

"yes ma'am" he smirked, his breath mixing with yours

"now- may I kiss you, baby?"

You rolled your eyes before answering "Yes, you may"

And just like that, he was devouring you, his lips crashing with yours and his tongue sliding into your mouth to explore every inch of it, gaining dominance on your own in a matter of seconds.

"fuck I missed this" he groaned, his fingers suddenly speeding up and robbing you of all ability to tease him about his words "these fucking lips are gonna be the death of me"

Your mouth was open as you desperately tried to get oxygen to your lungs, but he didn't care, he took your bottom lip into his mouth and started sucking, his fingers fastening their pace as the filthy sound of your wetness bounced off the walls of the room.

"tell me you thought about it too" he growled, his palm making contact with your clit and forcing you to gasp as your hips started grinding onto it, onto his hand, sparks of pleasure staining your vision. "tell me I'm not the only crazy one baby"

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as you felt yourself grow closer to a release.

"shit- you look so fucking hot when you're about to come"

"I-" your eyes were squeezed shut, but you could feel the heat of his stare on you, the way his eyes never left you, not even as he kissed your neck, the soft stubble of his mustache tickling your skin "I've thought about it too javi"

The satisfied groan he let out told you just about everything you needed to know.

"When?" he asked, his voice hoarse, his fingers relentless

"A-always" you whimpered, "e-everytime I look at you"

shit- maybe you shouldn't have said that

"yeah?" a wolfish grin tugged at his lips "You think about me? about my cock? my fingers? my tongue?"

You mewled at his words, at the memory they brought with them, at how fucking good he was making you feel-

"J-Javi please"

"what?" he breathed, his mouth on yours again, your hips grinding shamelessly onto his hand "You're gonna come baby, 's that it?"

"y-yeah- fuck- I-"

he knew the signs by now, he knew those desperate breathless sounds you made just as you reached your peak- and god did he fucking love them

"come for me- come baby" he murmured, his lips crushing with yours to stifle your moans just as your walls spasmed around his digits- wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

Oh how he loved seeing the strong fiery woman he saw every day come apart beneath him, all your walls crumbling down 'till there was just pure lust and pleasure beneath your eyes, 'till your body went limp and clung to him for support.

"fuck" you breathed your eyes finally opening again, only to find that his had never left yours. "I-" you gulped, but his lips were on yours again, his hands holding your face on each side, his fingers now out of you.

"w-we should get back," you said, mostly trying to remind yourself, of where you really were, of what you were really doing... but it was all so difficult when he was looking at you like that- when you could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans- the same one that had felt so fucking good inside of you.

"we should" he agreed, although a twisted grin played on his lips.

he was already kissing you again, exploring you again, and in no time you found yourself caged between him and a shelf filled with boxes of evidence, your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms around his neck.

Damn him

"People are gonna start wondering where we are"

"we're here... looking at evidence," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his hips grinding onto you, his mouth on the corner of your lips.

"fuck- fine," you murmured, the need for him stronger than anything at this point, even than the fear of getting fired.

He didn't waste a second- his dick was out in a heartbeat, and your panties were pulled to the side before you had even time to breathe.

His tip, his red, glistening tip found your entrance, making you gasp.

"c-condom" you suddenly remembered, your voice so feeble it was almost inaudible "Please tell me you've got a condom"

"fuck- you're right" he muttered, frustration tracing his tone "I should have one in my wallet"

Of course he had one in his wallet

His left hand reached into his back pocket, finding his wallet and taking the condom out of it as quickly as he could, throwing the wallet somewhere to the side.

You were supporting yourself all on your own as he rolled the condom onto his dick, which might sound easy... but seeing the state of your leg it really was a miracle.

It was all so fast, he seemed desperate as he guided his tip to your entrance, as he gripped your waist and kissed your lips while entering you.

He was so fucking big, definitely the biggest one you'd ever encountered, and not only that... but he fucking knew how to use it too.

It was impossible not to moan, and for him, it was impossible not to groan- let's just say the possibility of getting caught wasn't first on the list of things in your mind at the moment.

"fuckfuckfuck" you whimpered, letting out a soft cry when he finally bottomed out

"Jesus Christ you feel fucking perfect" he growled, his eyes on yours, his hands gripping your waist as he tried his best to give you a moment to adjust and not start to fuck you like an animal right away.

"J-Javi"

And that, that little plead in your voice was all he needed to hear.

There was no way the sound of your skin slapping with his couldn't be heard from outside.

He felt so fucking good- criminally so.

"oh my g-" you had to bite down on something, and the little sliver of skin his shirt didn't cover right where his shoulder met his neck seemed much too perfect for your need.

He groaned, the bastard fucking groaned in pleasure as your teeth sank down into his skin, and you swore to god you could have come from that sound alone.

Your hands were laced between his neck, fingers taking hold of whatever hair you could grab, as he thrust up into you like a man starved, and you did all you could to meet his movements with the same urgency.

It had only been a week, and yet it felt like it'd been an eternity- a torturous, awful eternity of daying yourself of this.

"been thinking about this every fucking minute this week" his voice was breathy, hoarse, as he whispered to your ear "about this perfect fucking pussy of yours- about your mouth, about how- Fuck me-" his own growl interrupted him, your walls were squeezing him much too fucking tight "how good you taste, how hot you look when I'm eating you out- about this fucking perfect body of yours" he purred "Jesus christ you make me lose my mind"

You couldn't help but moan, moan at his words, at his pace, at the way his touch sent sparks flying in your belly- it was all too much.

"You've gotta be quiet baby" he murmured as you raised your head to look at him, to beg him for something- anything.

"I know sweetheart, I know" he breathed, his lips skimming yours "I know issa lot"

And to think you couldn't even stand him seven days ago... look at you now- looking into his eyes pleadingly as he fucked you in the evidence room.

"Javi" you could only breathe as his mouth crashed with yours once again, "I'm gonna-"

"I know"

Of course he knew

And just like that, you were over the edge, his tongue in your mouth muffling your cries as his thrust got more erratic, and somehow even more powerful.

Once again, he'd given you the best orgasm of your life.

He tried to hold off to let you ride it out, but fuck him it was proving to be real fucking difficult.

And then you opened your eyes- your beautiful, dreamy, eyes that he'd been dreaming of for days and there was no point in fighting it anymore-

"F-fuck y/n- fuck-"

There was a loud thud somewhere behind you, but neither of you cared enough to look, or god forbid stop- there was only you, you, and the spectacular groan Javier fed you into a kiss as he finally reached his climax.

There was only the sound of your breathing, both your heavy breathings as you looked at each other- and then you smiled, and he couldn't help but do the same.

And then all of the sudden the sounds from the office started flowing into the room again.

Oh right

"we really have to get back"

"yeah" he halfheartedly agreed, slowly setting you back on your feet, only in doing so, something caught your eye.

"fuck"

There were files on the floor- there were files on the floor because you'd knocked down some of the boxes of evidence- and you hadn't even noticed.

Javier followed your line of sight, but while panic was setting in your heart, he began to smile

"don't laugh!" you hissed, "what the fuck do we do? How do we explain this?"

"we don't" he simply shrugged, closing his zipper back up as you quickly tried to make yourself presentable.

"What?"

"we were never here- now, get back out there"

"I-"

"trust me" he said, retrieving his wallet from the floor.

And for some fucking reason, you did- you trusted him.

"I hate you so much" you muttered, finally exiting the room.

Tg:@fallout-girl219

[ashtonsunshine]

Rejoice with me!!!

So............ I was listening to the radio and a song came up that I really liked. I thought the guy's accent was great and that you don't hear people's accents in songs much around here. I search for the song and find out who sings it. The voice sounds familiar, I think. Sounds like this band that I love from way back. I search for the band. It turns out it's the front man. Dots were connected today.

[ozarkthedog]

he drives me insane

[ironrea]

miss him so much that i genuinely feel like my souls being torn in half

[auss2egr2t]

recent WIPS

[thefrogdalorian]

POV: you just told Din Djarin that you think droids are cool

[lmxpsuedonym]

New episode so bad I have to go watch Pedro Pascal edits to remind me he’s still alive irl

[secretshifteracc]

I just need shift ..

[therapyandprozac]

Title: Eager Are We?

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY minors DNI)

Words: 4.8k

Warnings: Consent king, size kink, slight angst, honorifics, light dom/sub, spanking, fingering w/ four fingers, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, gun kink, cream pie, dirty talk, canon typical violence, mentions of masterbation, fluffy snuggly ending

Description: You make him lose a collar and he accepts another form of payment. Or Din finally has an excuse to make a move after months in way too tight quarters. Or Din being a pleasure dom. Take your pick, they’re all true🙈

A/N: Did not intend on the size kink but…it’s here(You could say Din is packing more than just an arsenal…😏that’s the only pun I promise hehe😜) ANYWAY smutty smut smut, more plot than i usually write but its just Din teasing the reader through the scope of his sniper rifle. There’s so much in this, I’m sorry or you’re welcome depending on what you think about it. Heed the warnings and enjoy!

“Dank Farrik!” He shouts as a green sludge covered alien escapes his sight and slips into an alley and disappears into the morning dawn. You step on a stick alerting it to your location and it bolts. “You!” He turns on his heels and points at you, you want to bury yourself into the sands of this dune covered planet. “Ship now.” He says no further words and just walks past you. The long way back, he remains in complete silence, nothing, while you apologize fervently in the blank mirror of his visor the whole way back.

“Mando I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching what was under my boot, it’ll never happen again. Please don’t ditch me, this is my best and favorite gig.” He stays silent and you attempt to do the same, but as you approach the ship you break again. “I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I love the kiddo and this apprentice-ship.” You trail off placing your hand on the Razer Crest followed by your forehead. Mando lowers the ramp and prepares her for boarding, when he’s finished he comes up behind you.

“Instantly assumed I’d abandon you?” His voice is laced with disappointment, but it doesn’t seem to be pointed at you.

“Maybe not stranded, but definitely not with you anymore.” You say under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear.

“You’re too hard on yourself, there’s no need for it. I know it’ll never happen again,” he puts his gloved finger under your chin and forces you to look into his visor, letting a pause sit in this air. “You’re not going to let it. You know how many womprats have asked to apprentice with me? While I do admit your beauty was a minor factor in my final decision.” Your heart flutters as he continues. “Your work in the field is why you’re here, you are a natural bounty hunter. It is my honor to train you through all of it, even the mistakes, especially the ones that we all make.” His voice is modulated but solid and secure looking down at you.

“How do you always know what to say?” You want to reach out and hug him, wondering what it would feel like to feel his cool chest plate against your cheek. A tear falls from your eye but before it can even pass your lips a gloved hand the size of your face gently absorbs the droplet and rubs his thumb pad against your cheek in sweet sweeping motions. When he doesn’t pull his hand away you make a spur decision to wrap your arms as far around his frame as you can. He sighs from deep within himself, you can’t tell if it’s relief, anger, or something else. Soon his arms are wrapped around your back holding you firmly against his beskar.

“Now that you know your position here is secure.” He pauses and asks a devious question. “You said you’d do anything to make it up to me,” Lifting up your eyes to catch his visor in your gaze, he continues. “Did you mean that?” His voice drops as his fingers traces delicate lines on your arm.

“Of course Mando.”

“Din. You may call me by my name, please. Off this ship I’m still Mando, understand?” His voice hardens by the end of the sentence making you realize how soft and genuine the beginning of his statement was.

“I will guard your name with my life, Din.” His name sat perfectly in your mouth.

“Good girl.” His voice was laced with that gravel, making you think of something else that would fit just perfectly in your mouth. Your eyes travel down his body taking in the beskar clad hunk of a man in front of you. He reaches his hand into one of many pockets and gives you a small pink vibrator keeping a small matching remote in his gloved hand. You can feel the smirk hidden beneath his helmet even though you can’t see it.

“You go to the market, I’ll watch you through my rifle, playing with and teasing you.” He toys with the object in his hand. “When I’m satisfied you’ll come back to complete your payment, understood?” The echo from his voice modulator made you want to drop to your knees right there.

“Yes sir.” You purr as he hands you a com unit and spins you toward your living quarters.

“20 minutes.” He utters walking toward where Grogu is sleeping in the cockpit of the ship, you smirk as a giant ball of anxiety forms in your core. If this is what he wants, you can play too, opening your dressing trunk for a semblance of control.

A short skirt won’t stand out too bad on a desert planet you think to yourself while forming your outfit. Gazing into the mirror you look yourself up and down satisfied with your ensemble. Long legs in cloth wrapping with a deep brown skirt that barely covers your ass, a shirt that hugs you in all the right ways and a cloak shorter than the skirt. You spin on a dime and love the way the skirt spins, exposing you more than slightly. You tuck the little vibrator into your pale pink panties, turning it on but setting it to 0 before you do. Walking out of the curtained off area you approach the cockpit, a large intimidating chair with a silver dome peaking over the top you smile before breaking the ambiance of the ship.

“What do you think?” You say to the back of his helmet, his chair turns around toward you and before you can blink your back slams into the wall behind you. A hand in the center of your chest pins you firmly, before he covers your eyes with his free hand. Moving his first hand from your chest to take off his helmet, you assume, only hearing a light hiss and then the softest lips are mashed against yours. Not in a desperation but in a deep longing of gathered glances, collected giggles, and months of endless flirting.

The give and take of the kiss pulls both ways as neither of you back down. You reach up to touch his hair or head, he could look like anything under there you realize as his tongue is exploring your mouth. He blocks your hand and shoves you back against the wall, apparently your ‘give and take’ had more give than either of you had realized as your head hits the wall again. He moves your own hand from his hip to cover your own eyes, as his hand remains glued to your chest.

“Meshla, I will never look unless you wish for me to.” You drop your hand to your side revealing eyes both gently but firmly pressed closed. The pressure from the hand on your chest softens for a moment before lips meet yours for multiple soft and sweet kisses before he licks his way into your mouth. You’ve kissed him before but never like this, if this is what is in store for the day you’re happy it’s only 9am. With a light hiss, silver matches your freshly open eyes.

“There’s my sweet boy.” Taking his metal covered cheek in your hand, gazing into your warped reflection has never felt so warm. His hand rests on your back before caressing your ass with his fabric adorned hands, gently slapping your ass pushing you into his chest.

“Okay, temptress,” He hisses punctuated with another, more aggressive slap.

“A vendor at the bizzare has a blade he tried to overcharge me for. You’re going to go over there, gorgeous and tempting as hell, and talk him down.”

“Hmm and what do I get if I do?” Drawing out the last vowel, teasing him but not enough, you crave to tease him until he’s screaming your name.

“First your debt will be paid.” His hand dances from your ass around your hip flipping over his hand with surprising delicacy. He runs his gloves against your panties feeling the vibrator. A rumble escapes his chest “Good kitten.”

“You could have asked!” You shout, reaching your hand down to cover his.

“I could have, yes.” He responds, furthering his point by increasing the intensity of his shuffling fingers. You crumble into him, his touch reminding you that you haven’t been with anyone for a number of years and haven’t even masterbated since you got this job. It’s such a small ship and though you hear the echoes of him pleasuring himself booming through the hull multiple times a week, you’ve been too exposed to do anything but squeezing your thighs together, at least Din had living quarters you thought.

“Oh it's too early for that meshla, we have a long day ahead.”

“Wait, wait, Din. Can I have one before I leave for the mission?” A dark modulated laugh in your ear, before the hand with the remote shifts, the vibration starts, and your head rolls forward finding the crook of his neck as you moan. “Oh gods yes,” rolling your hips. “Din please, yes fuck!” Riding his hand you are already almost cumming.

“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever had unraveling on my fingers.” He whispers and you moan through your first orgasam of the day and in like eleven months. Turning the toy to zero, he keeps his hand to your cunt letting you ride out your blissful aftershocks.

“Been a while huh, sweet thing?” His voice is surprisingly light.

“How could you tell?” You cover your face with your hand.

“I barely touched you and you were writhing in my arms ner cyar’ika, it was both incredibly hot and quite obvious. If you’d like,’ His hand is playing with the turned off toy. “When you come back you’re going to properly take my fingers, meshla.” His words mixed with that voice teases a shudder through your whole body. You stand at full attention. “Eager are we?” You nod shortly, standing tall, hands behind your back. Din makes a mental note of this position and shifts his erection, before lowering the massive door to the outside world. You walk down the ramp step by step feeling his visored gaze on your ever moving body. Hearing the door hiss closed behind you and starting your bee line for the market

“Visual achieved.” A low voice comes through your ear piece.

“Like what you see bounty hunter?” You coo and shake your ass a little bit, hearing him groan, an evil smile covers your face. Looking down the scope of his sniper rifle, your shimmering hair in the breeze and a bright smile adorns your face.

The market is still far enough away that no one is around to see, so you decide to tease Mando. You spin carelessly knowing he’s the only one around to see what you’re showing off. Doing a cartwheel and landing it, you turn around and flip off seemingly nobody, he’s gonna hate that you laugh to yourself.

“You’re going to regret that.” A bass heavy voice rips from your left earpiece, as if on queue.

“Make me daddy.” You whisper under your breath, oh stars you can’t wait for the repercussions of that one. You’ve always had a thing for snipers, there’s something really hot about being in a threatening situation where the person holding the gun is miles away. But it is a whole other damn story when Din is the one behind the scope and trigger.

“Don’t forget, kitten.” The calmness in his voice sent a chill up your spine, immediately followed by the vibrator activating on its low setting.

“Finally! It’s been massaging my clit for the whole walk.” You say between your light whimpers. Finally seeing the market within view you walk through the crowds and ignore the stares and gawks at your ass. Focusing on your task you scan stands and search for the weapon when a man approaches you, he is absolutely filthy, the stench of him burns your nose. His hand is outstretched toward you, as he moves rapidly and with purpose.

“Non lethal, wait.” Knowing he was watching, the orders slipped from your lips with ease, commanding a Mandalorian is soaking your panties. What was not quite as hot was when the man’s finned hand touched your ass. “Fire.” Under your breath, the man's face shifts from horny to confused to expressionless. Not a moment passes before the man clunks onto the floor. “I would’ve taken him down if it wouldn’t have caused a scene.”

“Oh I know sweet thing,” a pause. “I’d pay to see that.” You blush but say nothing, only removing the evidence from the guy’s body. As you do you spot the target at a nearby booth.

“Eyes on the cargo. Guess it’s time to cause a scene.” An evil smirk on your face violently shifts into a wide grimace. “HELP! Help! Medic!” As a man rushes up with a hand raised, a crowd gathers behind you as you continue. “Oh thank the stars!” Intentionally loud your voice carries through the bizarre. “He just collapsed, he approached me and then fell like a stone at my feet.” In your peripheral vision you see your commotion was a success as all of the merchants in their booths had their eyes on you, instead of on all of their potential customers. “Please doctor please help him, I don’t know this man.” You slip through the shuffle as people surround the man on the ground.

“You okay, darling?” A voice from behind you pulls you toward your target, as you turn around. You see a tall lanky human man with the beautiful blade hanging behind him.

“Oh gods that was so scary!” You play him like a fiddle.

“Did you know him?” His voice softens.

“No, he just walked up to me.” You let the panic flow under your words.

“Sounds like a curse,” he backs up slightly.

“Maybe you’re right,” You feign contemplation, looking around his booth as if it was the first time you’d seen it. “I’ve been thinking about a blade, do you think you could provide one for me?”

“Of course sweet thing,” It takes all of your strength to not roll your eyes as he hands you a tiny switchblade. “Something light and delicate for a flower such as yourself.”

“Can I shoot him?” A voice mostly joking comes through your com, making you chuckle under your breath.

“No.” Responding to both men, before continuing with the merchant. “That one.” Pointing to the target, he tries to talk you out of it and reassures you the small one is plenty enough for ‘someone like you.’ Deciding to play into his blatant misogyny you pull your doe eyes and soften your voice. “Please sir, when that man approached me I was so scared and I couldn’t take my eyes off of that blade, I needed it.” Leaning over the makeshift counter you get close to his face. “Haven’t you ever had something you needed, like,” A deep sigh at this angle makes your chest rise with the glow of your skin reflecting the sunlight, the eye contact solidifies the deal. “Desperately needed?” He nods aggressively, blushing like a virgin.

“Y-yes m-ma’am, I do.” He reaches behind him and grabs the weapon. “On the house please.” A gentle smile and misplaced pity underlined his face.

“Thank you, your kindness will never be forgotten.” You turn around in a bee line for the ship. Hearing the man get screamed at by who you assume is or was his boss. “I think he got fired.” You say as you escape the loud sounds of the market.

“For the better, he was weak.” He says blankly, silently nodding in agreement with the man who you believe still has his weapon trained on you. You turn facing where the bizarre disappears behind the horizon and lift your skirt up exposing your ass underneath. “You that desperate sweet one?”

“Just making sure you’re still there, and for you, always.” You say matter of factly, earning another dark chuckle through your ear piece. The huge ship comes into view and you start sprinting, he chuckles watching you get closer before opening the door. “Yes yes I know I'm eager, just kiss me already!” You say holding the blade out to him with wide palms. With a hidden smirk he grasps the blade and tosses it carelessly to the floor. Your eyes go wide as you gasp before smiling and closing them tightly. A familiar hiss before he wastes no time to caress your lips with his, they dance over yours with a deep patience and gentleness.

One of his hands reaches and roams your ass, playing with the hem of your skirt, a second glove covered hand covers your pussy. His middle finger dances over your panties, before you left they were a baby pink, now your panties are a dark pink, soaking and waiting desperately for him. He puts his hand under your ass and lifts you onto a cargo container before spreading your thighs and admiring the sight of the toy bulging.

“I should close this.” A smirk you can hear pulling at one side of his lip as he walks to the control panel and closes the door. You shuffle and squeeze your thighs together as the seam of the hull seals shut. Soft warm light from the interior lights bounces off of his beskar as he saunters back over to you. “Open my love.” His modulator sings as he hums. “You did so good,” His fingers spread over your thighs as he slots himself between your legs. “Close your gorgeous eyes so I can reward you properly.” He finishes, drawing his complete focus to your cunt.

Your eyes pressed firmly closed the already dark environment now completely black, all you can sense is him. His fingers run over your ruined panties and take them off along with the vibrator, while pulling you to the edge of the crate. A familiar hiss makes you desperate for what he has in store. His two large hands hold you in place at the hips and you hear his beskar clad knees hit the floor.

You noticed his facial hair when he kissed you of course but this, so intimate, the fine coarse hairs add something you’ve never had before. As he kisses up your thighs closer and closer to where you want his beautiful full lips. His beard scratches your inner thigh and you can’t hold back the groan, needing him. You feel his smile against your leg and he nibbles at the piece he's currently loving.

Diving into your sweet cunt with a desperation you’ve never seen from him, has he wanted this as much as you have. When you heard the echoes of him masterbating throughout the ship, could he have been thinking about you? The thought makes you need to touch him and appreciate that you can actually, finally touch him, blindly reach down for your crotch and find his soft curly hair.

“Gods yes, Din please.” Grasping at his hair between your fingers and holding him against your cunt, he hums in response. Never slowing down he eats you like you’re the most delicious fruit, unable to hold yourself back your moans echo through the ship. Hearing your voice bounce off the ship makes you blush more than his luxurious tongue sending electric pulses through your spine and limbs. As you cum your hands pull him into you, as your legs wrap fully around his head. Not sure if he can breathe but not really caring as his fingers firmly hold you in place. Sweet kitten licks carry you through the waves of your orgasam.

In one swift motion he picks you up and carries you to his sleeping quarters. Opening your eyes once you hear him situate himself just behind you. Grogu’s hammock has been moved from its usual place above his bed, he thought this through, you smile and crawl in as he extends his hand for you. Once you crawl in you lay on your back, looking at his large figure strip from bottom to top, you follow his lead. When his cock springs free your mouth waters and you spread your legs even if you’re wondering if he’ll fit.

“Oh fuck Din! My eyes are closed, please take me.” You close your eyes groaning and rolling your hips, presenting yourself in a way that should be embarrassing. Wide open and splayed just for him.

“Do you want me to stretch you meshla, use my fingers?” His ungloved fingers wiggle against your thigh in a way that’s both adorable and wildly hot.

“Please.” You clench around nothing, pushing your leg into his hands.

“Want to prep you a little bit.” He coos, his voice unmodulated was new but deeply welcome.

“Thank you, I watched you undress and I wasn’t sure if you’d fit.” You try to press your thighs together and squish the man you didn’t feel get between your legs.

“Naughty girl.” That name makes something melt within you. He presses his hands onto your thighs, spreading you wide just for him.

“I couldn’t see your face cyar’ika, promise.” You swear as three of his large fingers ran through your slick. One finger plunges into you a few times before he adds another, scissoring the two together. Your whines and groans build as he stretches you beautifully.

“Ready for another sweet thing?” He whispers while his third finger toys threateningly with the tight ring of your pussy.

“Gods yes please, Din, more more!” You moan loudly, glad for the closed cabin door that dampens your noise to the outside world. He says nothing until he’s two more fingers simultaneously deep inside of you. Curling his four fingers to that sweet spongy spot that makes your back arch completely off of the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck Din fuck!!” You grunt and groan as his thumb begins tormenting his clit. Every muscle in your body tightens, your hands grasp at his sheets making fists of flesh and fabric.

“Cum for me kitten, around my fingers,” You do as you're told, having been staving off your orgasam thus far. “Such a good girl.” Twisting as much as he’ll allow with both his arms over your legs and one hand buried nearly fist deep within your cunt. His thumb runs gentle circles around your clit, the aftershocks flutter through each of your limbs. His fingers leave your pussy with a groan from both of you, leaving you gaping and ready for his cock.

You want nothing more than to open your eyes and take in the form of the man about to claim you. You keep them sealed shut if you did open them though, you’d see him looking down at you. The corner of his mouth upturned in a crooked smile, eyes warm and full of pride scanning over your whole body. Anticipation and desperation is all he feels as his chest heaves, having given himself no release by this point.

“Din if you don’t fuck me already I’ll kill you.” You say, only mostly joking. His laugh is beautiful unmodulated, the only thing better is his soft whispers in your ear as he is suddenly on top of you. His hand snakes down your skin to pull you drag the tip of his cock against your clit over and over.

“I’d like to see you try.” He purrs against your ear.

“You know I could,” You pant as he positions his dick where you’ve been yearning for him. “please!” He teases his tip in nice and slow, watching you intently, when he sees no pain he lets go.

“I think you’d get the closest.” He bottoms out with a hollow grunt while you shout and moan, all consumed by the sensation of him so deep inside you. His fingers were slightly wider than his shaft but lengthwise his cock is twice as long as his fingers. He fits in easier, still tight but not as painful as it could have been. Hopeful for a round two where he just rips you open without any foreplay, snapping back to reality, rolling your hips as you whimper under him.

Again if you were to open your eyes you’d see his wide brown eyes staring down at where he’s disappearing into you, skirt up around your waist, his hands grasping the fabric tight to your skin. Pulling you onto him just as much as he is thrusting into you, either way you’re more full than you’ve ever been in your life. He puts your legs up on his shoulders and resorts to just pummeling your pussy, you cum hard around him but he shows no sign of fatigue.

He slots his elbows on the bed just above your shoulders, you’re completely encased in him. His smell envelops you and you feel your hips involuntarily grinding on him again despite your overstimulation. He makes deliberate use of this compromising position and uses his elbows to hold you in place, his hips give no pause as he relentlessly fucks into you. He’s put you in a place where you can’t escape. Every thrust pushes your body up and immediately into his strong triceps, leaving you nowhere to go but further back onto his cock.

“I’m close, cyar’ika. Where do you want me to-,” He can’t even finish the question before you wrap your legs behind him, locking your ankles, squeezing him tighter.

“In me, please daddy.” That same dark chuckle from earlier only now unmodified, nothing coming between you, with a newly forming hickey on your pulse point.

“You sure kitten?” He pants, when you just nod furiously. “Words my meshla.” he states.

“Please gods fill me, make me yours Din!” No further conversation is needed, you’re so close, he growls burying his head into your neck. He resumes his rapid, almost rabid thrusting into your already sore cunt. “Fuck Din don’t stop, almost.”

“Let go baby I’ve got you,” He buttons his comment by pushing your shoulders down further, you’ve never felt so safe yet so utterly exposed to one person. “so good for me sweet girl.” He coos while his cock ripped so perfectly against your walls, pulling your final orgasam of the night out of you. A string of curses you couldn’t begin to understand flow off his tongue as he cums deep inside you, you squeeze around him desprate for every drop of him. He kisses your chest as he lets his body rest on top of you fucked out blissfully.

“Wait,” You whisper as he tries to pull out.

“Yes kitten?” He asks, his cock spent and softening slowly inside you.

“Don’t want it to end, don’t want to wake up tomorrow without you.”

“Love if you’ll let me, you’ll never wake up alone again.” He says, you can tell his eyes are on your face, when you smile he pulls out of you. Snuggling in next to you he laughs before saying “If you kept me in there any longer i was gonna have to fuck you again.” You groan playfully, snuggling and crawling onto him.

“How long have you wanted to do that?” You ask him, without seeing his eyes drift close with you on his bare chest.

“Since the first time I saw you in a skirt. It was at a bar on your day off. I left early, couldn’t stop imagining,” He pauses and you wish you could see the images he’s clearly seeing in his head. “You stretched wide around my cock, skirt teasing glances at your ass.” His thoughts and voice ebb and flow as he slips in and out of consciousness. Making a mental note to wear skirts more often. “Couldn’t sleep last night, we rest for a while?” His voice is just a whisper, you smirk as you snuggle into the bulky man.

“Guess I chose the right outfit. Sleep long and deep my dear Din.” You smirk to yourself before falling asleep, already picking out what skirt you’re going to wear tomorrow in your head.

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My longest fic to date, let me know what you thought 💖

[johnny-dynamo]

Evil Dead by Pedro Sena

[sugadolly]

i'm just a girl asking to be held

[pedropascalito]

[messrmoonyy]

I’m wallpapering my wall with these

[darkblue-tennesseee]

don’t mind me just thinking about how Joel considers his way of loving “gentle, steady, nice and slow”

[insomniacirl]

THEY'RE THE SAME PICTURE.