#din will blush under that fucking helmet

[cricketsatnight]

thinking about a soft interlude of Bo visiting Din and Grogu on Nevarro

she brings them flowers from the new gardens on Mandalore, carefully displayed in little self-sustaining terrariums

Din is really touched by it, remembers the Coruscant wine...

[baronessvonglitter]

Vices

Din Djarin x OFC x bi! f!Reader x OMC

Word count: 4.3K

Summary: You're not one to be shy of your vices, but a night with a mysterious woman has you and your work partner Din chasing new highs.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, reader is bisexual so if that's not your thing then feel free to scroll on, group sex (kinda), jealousy, jealous!Din, oral (m & f receiving), p i v sex, f/f/m threesome, fingering, come eating, little bit of three way kissing, one night stand, playfully light dom/sub tones, subby!Din and dom-ish!Reader, Din's helmet stays on (mostly), shy!Din, creampie, no use of y/n (if i've forgotten anything please LMK)

Author's note: I don't know how I haven't already written about Din, who's actually how I even came to know Pedro existed in the first place. So here it goes - not 100% canon as I have screwed with some facts to suit my story - don't come at me. It's just fiction. Also I was feeling some Cyberpunk 2077 vibes, specifically Lizzie's Bar which was the inspo for my banner.

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"Just make a move, already. You've been watching her all night," you tell Din.

You hear him scoff just below his breath, his helmet unable to filter out every sound he makes. "I'm not watching, I'm just looking," he retorts curtly, averting his gaze from the person attracting his interest.

"Same difference," you say, finishing the dregs of your drink, giggling as your unexpected date for the night, known only as Elex, wraps his arm around your waist, tickling your neck with teasing kisses. You remember your promise to Din before leaving the ship: "If I'm getting laid, you're getting laid."

Din sighs, wishing he was elsewhere, feeling out of place here.

You're both taking some much needed R&R on Coruscant, and your natural instinct for vice and debauchery has led you to an underground club known mostly to those in the spice trade, pleasure seekers, and those just looking for an escape.

The club is massive despite its clandestine reputation; crowds of outlaws, outcasts, and delinquents congregate the dance floor and the bar; blue and magenta and violet lights lend a dreamy, lascivious glow to the multitude. Perfume scents the air, along with liquor, sweat, and the not-so-subtle aroma of sex: the result of the crush of many bodies together in one place. The music is deafening, bass pumping in your blood, harmonizing with your heartbeat once you get used to the roar, its melody effortless, the same notes over and over, only played at various speeds, circling and crescendoing until the bass drops and the whole thing starts over again, mindless, persisting.

No one comes here for the music even though many come to dance.

It's a dancer that's caught Din's eye, and you'd be lying if you said she hasn't caught your attention as well.

"She's beautiful," you poke his side with your elbow.

"I guess she is," he mutters, his eyes dragging up and down the outline of her body.

"That armor starting to feel a little tight in the pants?" you tease him. "Why don't you go talk to her?" you tell him again.

Din freezes, his face burning as you continue to goad him. "No way am I going to embarrass myself," he says stubbornly. He's aware he stands out already, stiff, a tin can compared to the constant flow of party people, moving, dancing, hustling, some even fucking.

Just then the dancer starts towards you three. "She's coming this way!" You elbow him again.

"Maker have mercy," he mutters as she approaches.

"Be cool, Din," you warn him. His heart thumps hard against his ribcage.

You introduce yourself and your new friend Elex. "And this is my work partner Din," you smile brightly.

"Pleasure to meet you," she replies in a sultry voice.

"Din was admiring you, but he's shy," you pat his shoulder, grinning because you just know under that helmet he's seething, quite possibly blushing. By now you've come to know his looks, despite the visor shielding you from them. And right now, this particular angling of his head, staring straight at you, he's signaling to you: you're dead.

"A shy warrior? Who would have thought?" the woman says smoothly, not hiding the fact that she's checking him out.

You nudge him to say something. "I'm doing all the work," you tell him through gritted teeth.

He clears his throat. "I, uh.." His mind draws a blank and he curses himself internally, struggling to form a coherent thought, let alone a full sentence. "You're.. pretty," he mumbles lamely, mentally kicking himself. Pretty? That's all he could come up with? Pathetic.

You force a laugh. "He's more himself when he's going after a bounty."

"Is that so?" she tilts her head at him, her laugh a musical sound that makes Din's heart skip a beat.

"Ask her name," you whisper, trying to enjoy your own date instead of spoon-feeding Din his lines.

His shoulders tense, fists clenching at his side, he asks her name, and she replies, "Saskia."

"Saskia," he repeats to himself, enjoying the roll of it off his tongue.

"A Mandalorian bounty hunter, huh? You look like you could do a number on someone," she says, running her finger along the beskar on his breastplate, shamelessly eyeing him.

"You should see him in action," you chime in, breaking away momentarily from your mini-makeout session with Elex. "He's unstoppable."

"Oh really?" Her eyes never leave his form, taking in all she can of this broad-shouldered, quiet warrior.

"Saskia, let us buy you a drink," you offer.

The glasses you're given are filled with glowing blue concoctions, vapor rising, wrapping the four of you in a haze as you offer a toast: "To trying new things."

Saskia's eyes flutter at Din, her smile coy and promising. "How about it?" she asks, her voice low and sultry. "Feel like trying something new?"

Go for it! you mouth behind her, catching Din's gaze, excited for him.

He steels himself, knowing at this point the only way out was to commit. "Yeah. Sure," he mumbles, shifting awkwardly under Saskia's ogling.

She leads you to a private room upstairs, the music dimmed but the bass still thumping and for a moment Din confuses it for the beat of his own heart. The room is spacious, empty of people but in expectance of them. A large sofa doubling as a bed takes up most of the center of the room, unmistakable in what the room is used for.

You playfully nudge his hip with yours before Elex leads you to a smaller loveseat, placing you on the edge of the arm as you begin to kiss.

Saskia is seated, and Din's eyes are drawn to her legs, slowly sliding apart as she leans back, her smooth shapely thighs revealed as her form-fitting outfit rides up.

"Don't you ever take that helmet off?" she asks as he sits next to her at a polite distance.

His eyes flick from her face to her legs, his mind running wild with ideas. "No. I don't," he answers. "It's part of The Way."

From across the room you suppress a groan, keeping tabs on their conversation, knowing women like Saskia enjoy banter, not lessons on the Mandalorian heritage. My buddy isn't doing so great. But you have your own thing going on. Elex gropes your curves as he slowly gets to his knees.

"If you never take your helmet off," Saskia's saying, leaning in close to Din, "then how do you kiss?"

He sucks in a sharp breath, once again speechless by her bluntness. He stumbles over his words for a moment before getting an answer out. "We- we don't," he mumbles awkwardly.

Saskia lets out a small snicker, wetting her full lips. "So what do you do?"

Din's face burns underneath his helmet. He's already so flustered by the situation, and wants to avoid an embarrassing conversation. "We have other ways.. of being intimate," he says at last.

"You wanna show me?" Her hand is on his leg.

As if seeking permission, Din seeks you out, finding you engrossed with Elex. A pang of jealousy shoots through him, taking him by surprise.

"Looks like your pretty friend's busy," Saskia smirks. "Do you want another drink?"

He's about to answer when he hears you let out a soft groan from the other side of the room. He turns his head to see you, pressed to the arm of the loveseat, skirt lifted over your hips as Elex's face is buried between your thighs, your head tipped back in ecstasy.

Din's whole body freezes, his eyes glued to the sight of you. He grips the drink glass in his hand so tight it almost shatters as his eyes rake over your figure, the way your body writhes in pleasure. Another pang of envy grips his chest, this one deeper and more intense than the first. He can't explain why watching you with this man - when he's heard you with other men before - has him affected so.

"Think we can outdo them?" Saskia's challenge rises to his ears, her hand rubbing his thigh, moving upwards ever so slightly with each brush forward, testing the waters.

She manages to bring him out of his stupor, reminding him that the woman beside him is just as real as the woman he's never thought of as more than a friend, currently with a man between her legs.

"Yeah," he bites out, his voice deep and rough. "We can outdo them."

Saskia smiles predatory-like and pushes him back to the sofa, taking a pillow and putting it down before she kneels on it, right in between his spread legs. "There we go," she coos, cupping his crotch, smiling as she hears the hitch in his breath. With a little maneuvering she has him freed from his clothes, large, hot, and pulsing in her hand. "Be as loud as you want, baby," she encourages.

His hips involuntarily buck into her hand, desperate for more. He lets out a shaky exhale, managing to choke out a response. "Fuck."

She enjoys how easy it is to bring him to life. "A very blessed warrior indeed," she whispers in awe before gripping the base of his cock and licking long stripes upwards, tongue swirling around the leaky head, gazing up at his visor as she spits, taking turns stroking him and sucking him.

Din lets out a strangled noise, one gloved hand gripping her hair, pushing her head further down when her warm mouth surrounds him. "You're so kriffing good," he mutters, the pleasure close to overwhelming.

In the midst of your own pleasured haze, you look up to see Saskia obviously pleasing Din. You gasp, stunned, the sight of them momentarily taking you out of the intimacy of Elex's tongue in your cunt. You're not shocked at what they're doing but shocked at the lightning bolt of jealousy that goes straight through your chest. You watch them a moment, letting yourself seethe with yearning.

Not shy about your competitive streak, you get louder with your own lover. "Yes! Yes.. so good! I'm gonna come!"

Din's eyes flick up at the sound of your voice, his stomach flipping with envy, and in one brief moment of ire he wants to snap Elex's neck, but he keeps his eyes on you as Saskia shoves him deep in her throat, and his own breathing comes in fast, ragged gasps.

"Fuck!" you cry out, returning Din's gaze, a silent dare speaking volumes.

His jaw clenches, holding back the possessive urge to cross the room and rip you away from that man.

Saskia takes notice, momentarily slowing down her efforts. "You're so close, so tense," she remarks in a sultry manner.

Din is like a dam on the verge of bursting, his need building up in him, especially after seeing you with that guy, some idiot you only just met tonight. He tries to keep himself together, stay in the moment, keep himself under this beautiful woman's spell. "Please--" he chokes out, his voice rough and low, his control slowly unraveling.

You gasp as Elex bends you over the arm of the sofa, skirt going up as he pushes into you from behind, eyes closed as he starts to move.

Din's heart lurches in his chest, still fixated on you. If it was possible for him to burn a hole through you with just his stare he would accomplish just that.

You like watching them?" Saskia asks, gently turning him to her instead. "Feel me while you watch her."

She undresses him from the waist down, sensing his reluctance to be fully unclothed, revealing each delicious inch of flesh. Strong thighs with a light sprinkling of pale brown hair, his cock springing out perfectly from a nest of brown curls, her only clue as to what he looks like beneath his helmet. A perfect seat for her.

He needs a distraction, anything to pull his attention away from the overwhelming jealousy gnawing away at his insides. He's thankful for the teasing way in which Saskia divests herself of her skimpy clothing, her body lithe and obviously made for pleasure.

When she slides down onto him, facing away, long legs parting to fit over his, it feels like a miracle and a sin. He gives a strangled moan as she takes him deep, her grip on him tight and unyielding. She grinds against him as he bottoms out, savoring the delicious feel of him, and he grips her hips, commandeering the situation for the first time tonight, delighting in Saskia's loud gasp as he pushes up into her welcoming cunt, needing to push away the thought of you riding him. He needs this. He needs her to distract him.

You watch with thinly veiled jealousy as Saskia rides Din. Even through his helmet you can sense his need for her, his pleasure. You want to be the one responsible for his pleasure. Even as you close your eyes you can't block out the thought of Din being the one inside you instead of Elex. "Harder," you beg your partner. "Faster."

Din swallows a moan, eyes narrowed with envy and with competition as he hears you with Elex, the needful sound of your voice making his body tingle. He needs you, craves you, his possessive instincts flaring, unable to tear his sight away from you.

He grips Saskia's hips tighter, his mind racing. "Don't stop." he commands gruffly.

She smiles and rides him harder, thighs quivering with each collision of her flesh on his. "You could just fuck her, you know," she offers breathlessly. "It's pretty obvious you want to."

Din's breath catches in his chest. He does want you - so badly it hurts. "It's not - unh! that simple," he grunts out.

"Nothing ever is," Saskia gives a sharp gasp, still moving.

"I can't have her. She's not for me." His breathing is labored with the strain of keeping control. He has a need to outlast the man you're with, as if to prove a point.

"Why not?" Saskia asks, nodding to you and Elex, still going at it. "Is she for him?"

Din's jaw clenches at the sight of you with him, hates the way his stomach twists in knots. "She's not for anyone."

"Make me come," she moans. "It'll make her so jealous."

Show her what she's missing..

Saskia cries out as his hips buck up against her, and after a few rough thrusts she comes apart, moaning his name.

It takes immense concentration for him not to follow after, to remain unsatisfied. He needs something more, his body still humming with desire, desperate for the one woman his eyes have been on the whole night.

You glare daggers at Saskia, watching and listening as she comes, wishing it was you. Just then Elex speeds up, gripping your hips tightly, slamming into you so hard that you come as well, your eyes fixed on Din, who goes rigid watching you in return.

His breathing is shaky, heart thundering in his chest. He feels Saskia's hand on his arm, trying to get his attention, but he can't tear his eyes from you. He's frozen in place, mind filled with you and only you.

Elex pulls out of you, stroking himself until his warm cum splashes onto your ass, painting his release on you. Din instantly hates him for marking you so primitively. Elex cleans you off, giving you a pat on the ass before leaving, probably going in search of his next conquest. You roll your eyes. Guys are the same on every planet.

Now alone with Saskia and Din, you boldly approach them. "Excuse me, but you're in my seat," you tell her.

Saskia smirks and you want to wipe it right off her face. She doesn't look the least bit intimidated.

"Is that so?" she makes no move to leave Din's lap. "Looks like I've already claimed it."

You sit next to them, making yourself comfortable, shedding the last of your clothing. "I don't mind de-throning you." You kiss her softly, palming her supple breast.

She moans softly, reacting to your kiss, cunt squeezing around Din's still-hard cock, making him groan. He's about to lose control now that you're here, proving a point, making him want you.

"Is this how you're going to 'de-throne' me?" Saskia teases. "With sweet kisses and caresses?"

"That's only the beginning. I'm going to make you come harder than he can." With that, you bend down in front of them and she lifts herself up. You put your face to where they're joined and use kitten licks around her folds, sweeping your tongue in circles around her sex before wiggling your tongue against her clit, smirking to yourself at her barely-concealed moans.

Din hangs on by a mere thread, heart beating double time, now using all of his self-control not to either thrust up into Saskia and fill her up with his cum, or better yet to push her off and fuck you hard, spread-eagled beneath him like he's always fantasized.

"Is that all?" Saskia asks as you pull away a moment from your ministrations. "I doubt you'll be able to break me apart so easily."

"Get off his lap," you say in a low, authoritative voice, making no mistake that you intend her to comply.

Still kneeling, you have a perfect view as she slips off Din's lap, watching as Din's cock comes into view, slick with her arousal, and so thick, heavy under its own weight as it springs back up once Saskia rises. You want you mouth on it, to taste him and her. As she gets situated sitting next to him, you press two fingers deep inside her cunt, brushing her hand away when she dares to try to grab Din's flesh.

Din lets out a surprised sigh as your warm, wet mouth descends on his dick, and he thrusts up slowly, refraining from slamming his whole length into your welcoming throat as he desperately wants to do.

He's delicious.. but you force yourself away for a moment, kneeling between Saskia's spread thighs as you run your tongue up and down her crease. "I didn't think you'd be so.. talented." She threads her fingers through your hair, gasping and trembling, and you chuckle, letting the sound vibrate against her cunt.

"My first preference is always women. But occasionally.." your free hand strokes Din's cock.

Listening to his and Saskia's sighs you kiss up her body, sucking at her nipple while your fingers move inside her again. Her back arches, pressing herself to your mouth, her eyes darting from you to Din and back again, imagining scenarios you've likely already envisioned yourself.

"Din, you should taste her," you tell him, tempting him to lift his helmet up a little as you bring your glistening fingers to him, heart leaping as he reveals his pink, pouty lips that close around your proffered fingers. His tongue swirls around them, licking off every last trace of Saskia's nectar.

"Good boy," you can't help but murmur, going back to Saskia's needy cunt and wrapping your arms around her thighs. She trembles in your grasp, her body completely at your mercy, keeping a light grip on your hair as you continue your work, her breath coming in sharp gasps. You suction your lips around her bud, thrusting your fingers in and out of her slippery pussy. She cries out, body arching off the sofa, eyes squinting shut. "You're-- so.. good!" she gasps.

"You taste so sweet.. heavens, you're so wet," you murmur.

Saskia moans. "Please don't stop.. almost there.."

"Not gonna stop, not until this pretty pussy comes all over my face," you tell her, still lapping up her juices.

She lets out a strangled gasp, her svelte body tensing.

"That's it, come for me," you coax her.

It's a thing of beauty to watch her come, the way her body seizes up, tenses and releases, her tight little pussy clamping down on your invading fingers. Your clit throbs just watching her, needing your own release. Purring, you lap up every drop of her essence.

Saskia collapses against the sofa, body limp and trembling, breaths coming out in ragged gasps. She looks absolutely wrecked, completely satisfied and disheveled. She leans against Din's shoulder, eyes drifting to his naked lap. "And you," she breathed, "haven't gotten a chance yet."

"He will." You get up, heart pounding as you slowly straddle Din's lap. "Is this okay?" you whisper.

His body is taut, breathing shaky. Despite the cover of his helmet you can feel his eyes burning into you.

"Yes," he whispers hoarsely. "Please."

Your breath hitches as the bulbous head of his dick presses into you. Din trembles with restraint. "Kriff," he groans, voice rough. "You feel so--"

"Oh Din," you moan, slowly bringing yourself down on him.

"More," he utters. "Faster." His grip on your hips is tight, unyielding.

You savor the feel of him, bigger than you'd imagined, filling you, and at his command you move faster, the friction like lightning. His hands move to your thighs, pulling you down on him at his own pace. You cry out his name as he impales you over and over upon his rigid cock, bucking up into your tight channel.

He lifts his helmet again, just enough to reveal his mouth, brushing his lips across your neck, his warm breath on your skin the most intimate thing you've felt. He nips at your throat, stubble scratching against your skin as his mouth traces to your ear.

"I've always wanted this, cyare," he confesses, no longer the timid work partner, wasting no time in pressing his lips to yours, his kiss hungry and desperate, all his pent-up desire pouring into it. Still gripping your thighs he holds you down on him as he devours your mouth. With the entire length of him buried inside you, your cunt twitches around him, needing you or him to move.

You taste Saskia on his tongue, remembering she's still there, sitting close and watching your love play with Din, her hands running lazily over her body.

"Kiss him," you tell her. "Thank him for making you come."

Din keeps his helmet lifted as she gives him a soft, sensual kiss. Thank you seems inadequate for what he's given her tonight, but she says it, a low purr against his pouty pink lips.

He's so good," you murmur as they kiss, his fingers splayed against your ass, grabbing your cheeks as you continue to ride him. Greedily, you join their kiss, your lips and teeth and tongues clashing, a messy kiss indeed, but nothing about this night has been tidy.

He's flustered under your praise, storing the sound of it away for later, blushing and glad you can't see it. "I-- I need--"

"You need to come," you say simply. "But not yet. You made Saskia come, and now it's my turn."

Saskia chuckles, her fingertips trailing his arm. "She's going to completely wreck you, you know that?"

Din lets out a breathless laugh, body tensing as you move on top of him. You pull Saskia in for a kiss as she cups your breast, her other hand traveling to the apex of your thighs. Din watches the two of you, rapt, as she kisses your neck, lips moving down your chest, leaving a trail of soft kisses in their wake.

"You both feel.. so.. good," you moan, moving faster.

Saskia's teeth graze your neck, fingers pressing your clit. You caress her breast, giving her nipple a pinch before lightly swatting the firm flesh, then dipping your fingers into her wetness again.

"Ride my fingers, just like that," you swipe your thumb over her sensitive nub as you ride Din harder. "Want you both to come with me.."

Saskia's tight cunt flutters around your fingers, and Din groans as you pick up the pace.

"Doing so well," you murmur to both of them, Saskia's slick coats your hand. "Fuck yourself on my fingers, baby." You stay still while she does.

"Gods!" Your eyes screw shut tight as you rear back, your climax growing and radiating outward. "I'm coming!" you shout hoarsely as a strong, sweet shudder rocks your world. Saskia follows close behind, clenching as she comes undone on top of your fingers, and Din tenses before he comes deep inside you, thrusting up into you once, twice, thrice as a guttural moan tears from his throat.

Moments later, you chuckle darkly as you're all slumped over together, sweaty, satisfied.

Who knows how long you lay there, in and out of sated, dreamless sleep, until your comm device goes off. Grunting, you lean over Din to rifle through your discarded clothes to find it and stop its incessant beeping. "Damn it," you mutter. "We gotta go." You gently shake his shoulder.

He groans, reluctantly pulling himself from his relaxed, contented sleep. "Is it a client?" he asks. His voice is soft and groggy, making you desire him again.

"Yeah, new bounty. The signal here's choppy, I'm waiting for an image."

Din gets up, sore, and not just from the debauchery with you and Saskia last night, but from the times he'd been shot at, thrown around, and fought in the past few days. "I'll get the ship ready," he grumbles, stretching, reaching to the floor to get his clothes as well. "Hey, she's gone.." he says, puzzled.

You see the spot where Saskia had laid with you, now empty, as if she'd never existed.

"Where did she go?" Din asks.

You smile at his naivete. "I don't think she didn't want to say goodbye."

Once you're dressed and ready to go, your comm device beeps again, the signal strong enough to provide an image to go along with your new bounty.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you mutter in disbelief.

He snaps his head towards you, knowing that tone in your voice. "What?"

You almost laugh, showing him the image sent to you. "Take a look at our new target."

It's Saskia.

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tagging those who showed interest in my snippet last week: @rivnedell @the-mandawhor1an @notjustjavierpena @evolnoomym @woopeingg @ice-echo26

[pedros-husband]

You have a big ass

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell

javier pena: he loves a juicy ass so his eyes are constantly on yours, especially if you wear any of his 70's style jeans. he has no shame so wether your in the office, in town, or at home he will slap your ass or squeeze it. he especially likes it if your bent over someones desk trying to speak to them, he loves picturing how you'd look bent over his desk whilst he fucks you.

Joel miller: hes not into PDA so he'll only ever stare at your ass if your in public, but he'll still do it shamelessly. sometimes he'll let you walk ahead with someone else on patrol or by yourself simply so he can stare at your ass and they way your jeans cling to it, or the way yoour hips move at each step, making your ass jut out.

when yoru at home though, hes completely different. he has absolutely no self restraint when your in the comfort of your house and no ones prying eyes are on you. he'll smack, slap, kneed your ass, at every chance he gets, in the morning or evening thoguh he loves smacking your ass in the morning whilst you make coffee, making you stand up straight and let out a surprised snort, snapping you awake.

Javi Gutierrez: he’s a sucker for you in anyway possible and he loves praising you in any shape or form so he loves commenting on how much he loves your body, especially your ass. When your cuddling his hands will subconsciously move to rest on your ass, sexually and non sexually. If he’s feeling more frisky he’ll squeeze and/or slap your ass. He’s also a sucker for making you feel good and he loves eating you out. (I totally see him as a power bottom)

Marcus Moreno: he’s super cheesy and I can totally see him as that chest single dad so he’ll mostly make cheeky comments and jokes about your ass (In a cute way though) he totally loves eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so, because like javi he’s all for making you feel good and giving you the pleasure, because he gets pleasure from yours.

Ezra: he is a man of words and poems so he’ll go on long tangents about how much he just loves your ass or he’ll talk in great detail about what he wants to do to your ass/ with it. He also likes smacking your ass when you don’t expect it.

Din djarin: he’s not very touchy especially because he’s spent most of his life alone, but he’ll admire the way your armour/clothes cling to your ass. He loves watching you work or train in silence, he is so grateful of his helmet so you can’t tell that his gaze is almost permanently on your ass. When you do get more intimate or touchy he’ll mumble about how sexy your ass is and if he’s feeling particularly bold he’ll grab it and pick you up, punning you against the wall.

Frankie morales: he also is shameless in public so he’ll smack/slap your ass as a greeting or in passing. He smirks when you gasp and smack his arm, smiling at your angry blushing face. In bed/cuddling he’ll

Agent whiskey: he’s got no shame as well, in public, at work, or at home. He loves if you wear tight fitting jeans and if you do he looses all self restraint. If it’s in the office he’ll fully pick you up by your ass and onto his desk, he can and will take you at work, tequila and ginger are used to it by now and have earplugs for when you do it. He’s slap your ass as he walks by you as reflex, sometimes he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it.

Silva: he’s so sweet and soft for you, but he worships you and your body so he’ll constantly mumble under his breath to you about how much he loves your ass, how it drives him wild. When cuddling on the bed/couch he’ll pull you into his chest by your ass cheeks and knees them softly.

Oberyn martell: everyone knows he’s a complete man whore with no shame at all. Hell fuck you all over the palace and in the garden. So sometimes he’ll slip out of meeting and duties just to watch you train, admiring the way your armour and underclothes excentuate your ass. Hell not necessarily slap your ass but he does like to knees it in his hands and watch as it goes redder with his touch. He also likes eating you out and holding your ass cheeks as he does so.

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I didn’t include as many characters this time because this serves as more of a placeholder whilst I finish my main fic that hopefully should be finished soon. It’s already over 1.5k long and I’m not halfway finished yet 😅

[thesolarangel]

have it your way

Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ 1.592 words ♡ Rated: explicit ♡ content warnings: anal sex, blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, porn without plot ♡ Part 1 ♡ this is part 2 of 3 ♡ read here on AO3

summary: The beskar stays on during sex.

Two weeks later Cobb Vanth and his slutty little waist were still occupying Din’s mind around the clock. But nothing he did satiated the ache he felt for the Marshal… So he traveled back to Mos Pelgo, hoping he would find the nerve to meet Cobb again. Din didn’t have a plan, in fact, his mind was racing around how he could possibly ask him for a hook up…

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Din had just walked into the bar, as he heard a voice calling him.

“Mando!” Cobb greeted him with open arms, inviting him to sit over at his table in the corner.

Alright, keep it together, Din. You’ve literally fought the krayt dragon, how hard can this be!

Din went over to him, already sweating a little with nervousness. Approaching the table, he opted for the seat next to Cobb instead of the empty chair opposite of him. Cobb raised his eyebrows in surprise.

“What brings you here again so soon? Not that I’m not happy to see you, that is…”

Din tilted his helmet slightly and observed Cobb. The heat scanner in his helmet detected that Cobb was blushing, even though Din could barely make it out in the dim light of the bar. In this moment, he wished he didn’t have to wear the Mandalorian helmet. He could’ve shown Cobb what he wanted by just looking into his eyes.

His mind was racing, but before he could embarrass himself, Cobb spoke first.

“I’m gonna take a wild guess and you can absolutely tell me no, alright?”

Din nodded.

Then he felt a warm hand on his thigh under the table. Din looked around anxiously, but the bar was packed and nobody paid attention to them.

Did Cobb have some kind of mind reading power Din wasn’t aware of? Or was his body language that obvious?

“Is this what you want?” Cobb gave him a flirty smile.

The Marshal traced his fingers along Din’s inner thigh, over his trousers, where he could feel his warmth, not the cold beskar. The touch burned into the Mandalorian’s flesh. Din held back a groan. He got hard so quickly it was embarrassing.

Cobb leaned forward and murmured under his breath: “All you gotta do is ask, darlin’.”

His hand had gotten dangerously close to Din’s crotch…

Fuck it.

“Show me to your place,” Din blurted out.

“There you go, Mando.” Cobb let out a huffed laugh. “Can’t say you being all shy isn’t a huge turn on.” He added and stood up.

“Din… My name is Din Djarin.” He offered his full name as they left the bar and headed down the street in the pale moonlight.

“Din…” Cobb tasted the name on his tongue and glanced over at him, smiling.

“Let me take care of you, Din.”

♡♡♡♡♡

Din was huffing under the helmet, hands roaming all over Cobb’s body, trying to get his clothes off.

Cobb let out a hoarse laugh. “Easy there!”

He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a slender torso and a small happy trail. Din grazed a hand over his neck, then his chest, stopping for a second to tease his nipple, making Cobb gasp.

Oh, Maker, he is gorgeous…

The Mandalorian reached for Cobb’s hips. The large ratio between his broad shoulders and his narrow waist was obscene. All he could think about was to bend Cobb over and have his way with him. His cock twitched with interest at the thought.

Cobb’s cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown as he palmed Din’s hard on through his trousers. “How do you wanna do this, big guy?”

Din let out a deep groan that had been building in his chest. “Want to fuck you… please…” He grunted, groping Cobb’s ass, pulling him closer to his body. Their hips collided and Cobb whined when he felt the friction of their cocks rubbing together.

“Oh, thank the Maker for you, Din…” Cobb moaned, sending a silent prayer to the ceiling. “But first, I wanna see what you’re packing.”

The Marshal got on his knees, opened Din’s trousers and let out a soft groan.

“I knew you’d be big… All that shiny armor couldn’t distract me from this,” Cobb murmured as he mouthed at Din’s erection through his underwear. He grazed his lips over Din’s bulge and flattened his tongue against the wet spot that had formed at the top, making Din gasp with pleasure.

With one hand the Marshal grabbed the back of Din’s thigh for stability and with the other he got rid of his underwear.

Din groaned as skilled fingers wrapped around him and he looked down. Cobb caught his eye and held his gaze, licking one long wet stripe from his balls to the glistening tip of his cock.

“Dank farrik!” Din cursed and suddenly his hand was in Cobb’s hair, cradling his head and leaving his hair disheveled.

“Hmm, you may absolutely pull my hair, but don’t shove yourself down my throat, alright?”

“Okay…” Din murmured.

“Good boy, Din.” Cobb gave him a smirk before he went back to leaving wet licks and kisses on Din’s cock. “Such a good listener.”

Din almost regretted telling Cobb his real name, it sounded so hot coming from his lips and good boy…? The pet name made his skin shiver in a way that had been unknown to him until now, but nevertheless incredibly arousing.

His wet tongue played with the sensitive tip between bobbing his head and sucking him off and stroking his shaft… Din was getting close and he couldn’t believe this wasn’t just another dream.

“You taste so sweet, darlin’…” Cobb purred and opened his lips wider, slowly taking as much of Din’s length as he could into the heat of his mouth.

Din let out a surprised gasp and he gently tugged at Cobb’s hair to give him a sign.

“If you keep this up…” Din’s voice sounded wrecked, he didn’t recognize himself.

Cobb moved his head back, a string of saliva connecting his pink lips with Din’s cock. Din almost lost his mind at how Cobb gazed up at him from beneath his long lashes, dark eyes glistening with lust.

“Alright, alright,” Cobb chuckled and stood up again.

Din was about to take off his armor when Cobb's hand on his wrist stopped him.

“Leave it on…. it's hot,” Cobb smirked. He on the other hand took off all of his remaining clothes.

♡♡♡♡♡

Prepped and ready, Cobb got comfortable on the bed and presented himself to Din on his hands and knees.

Din quickly slid on a condom and positioned himself at Cobb’s entrance. He grabbed Cobb’s hips and gently pulled him backwards onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt.

He listened to the pleased hum coming from the Marshal as he watched his hard length disappear inside Cobb’s tight ass. It was a tight fit so he waited until Cobb had adjusted to his girth.

Cobb looked over his shoulder and smirked. “What are you waiting for, big boy?”

Din didn’t have to be told twice. He started out with slow, languid thrusts, but Cobb quickly protested.

“Ahh, Din, you can go faster, darlin’, please!” Cobb moaned as he gripped the bedsheets tighter, bracing himself.

“Hah, be careful what you wish for,” Din groaned and snapped his hips forward, setting up a feverish pace. Cobb was about to counter with a witty response, but all that came out of his mouth were wrecked noises as he was being pounded into the mattress by Din’s fat cock.

The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and Cobb’s loud moans filled the room. Din’s fingers bore into Cobb’s hips, most likely leaving bright red marks as he slammed inside him with deep thrusts.

Cobb’s elbows gave out and he fell to the bed, ass still in the air, back bent through and his neglected cock was dripping precum onto the sheets.

“That’s it, darlin’, right there!” Cobb cried out with lust.

“Ngk, so tight, dank farrik!” Din was sweating under his helmet and his heart pumped against his ribcage.

When Cobb began to stroke himself, Din knew he was close and after another few hard thrusts, he spilled his load onto the sheets with a trembling moan. Din wasn’t far behind, he fucked into him fiercely a few more times and came with a low grunt.

Din pulled out and Cobb let himself fall onto the bed, rolling over onto his back, chest heaving. After some rough cleaning up, Din laid down on his back next to him.

Cobb turned over to his side, looking at Din curiously. “You’re quite something, Din Djarin.” He was still out of breath, but he grinned at him hopefully. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to recover and then go for round two?”

“Not tonight, I have to head back soon.” Din chuckled.

“Leaving me here, wanting more,” Cobb sighed dramatically, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “But don’t make yourself too scarce, alright, darlin’?”

“After a night like this?” Din laughed. “I won’t, I promise.”

Cobb was still observing him. “And you really can’t take off the helmet, like ever? Because I’d really love to kiss ya right now…”

Din didn’t answer. The problem was that he wanted it, too. But the Creed…

Cobb’s face turned red. “Forget what I said, I know y–”

“I can make an exception,” Din’s voice trailed off. “For the right person…”

Cobb looked at him eagerly, but didn’t say anything so as not to pressure him.

“Maybe next time.”

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dividers by @cafekitsune

[mondaychildsworld]

One Night Only - Din Djarin x Reader (ONESHOT)

Oneshot

Rating: E

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: You and Din get down and dirty in a fancy hotel room in Coruscant. That's literally it. Just pure smut.

Warnings: Fingering, oral (M receiving), unprotected P in V, light spanking, ass play, ejaculation inside of reader, smut and fluff, the helmet stays on

A/N: I don’t know Star Wars well enough to write a whole fic (yet, my bf has agreed to watch through all the movies with me). So until then, here’s a Din Djarin oneshot. Because he’s hot. I’m already blushing OK BYE. 

Also, I know I promised the next chapter of I Know The End to be up soon, but my brain is just fucking fried and I spent all weekend writing this instead. I need to catch up on life a bit because I've been writing like a mad woman these last couple of weeks so I'll have to give myself some grace and focus on me right now. I'll be back to I Know The End soon! ily 🧡

cute divider by @saradika 🤍

The night sky looked like deep blue velvet, scattered with small stars dancing above your heads. Even though it had been night for quite a while, the city wasn’t sleeping. There were lights everywhere you looked, bright neon colors flashing by, streets and buildings filled with life wherever your eyes landed. 

You glanced up to the man standing beside you. The colors and lights of Coruscant's night life reflected in his beskar armor. The thought of him made you shiver, you were equally shy around him as you were fascinated by him. Which made you nervous. 

As you walked the streets towards your destination you could see how his eyes roamed the streets, scanning your surroundings. Of course, you couldn’t really see his eyes. His face was always covered by the helmet, which he never took off. As much as you were curious of what he looked like under there, you were just as understanding with the fact that you’d never know. And you were okay with that. 

The way of the Mandalore went before anything else. So, the helmet stayed on. But it hadn’t stopped him from removing other pieces of his uniform before. You remember when you had lifted your dress up and graciously lowered yourself onto his beskar covered lap. He froze in his movements and asked you what you were doing. It didn’t take long for him to get the hint, turn the crest into autopilot and then let you bring him pleasure in the cockpit. You had to brush away the thought, for now, you were outside, with other people around. So you had to keep it all together. 

You knew he was on a mission. He had to hunt for his next bounty. But you had never visited Coruscant. When you asked to come with him, he immediately said no. When you said you didn’t want to join him on his hunt, just see the city, he hesitated. When you asked him to just spend a night with you outside of the ship, he agreed eventually. 

So you had spent the evening in this huge, gleaming city. You had seen the Skydome Botanical Gardens and walked by the incredibly tall 500 Republica building, with the mandalorian just a step or two behind you at all times. The things you’ve only read about in books or heard distant stories about became true when you explored the city. You grew up far, far away from here. So naturally Coruscant had felt like a fairytale in real life. 

But now, it was getting way too late. You were tired after the evening outside of the ship, and the mandalorian was guiding you to the inn where you had planned to sleep. That’s what you had said, that you would sleep there. None of you had spoken a word about the tension in the air between the two of you. The way you had tried to lock your eyes with his under the beskar helmet, and the way he held a hand at your lower back when guiding you through the city. You just acted as if it was just normal between the two of you. But the gloved hand on your thigh under the table while you were ordering something to drink in a too crowded bar told you otherwise. He tried to hide his small actions of affection towards you in public, but you knew. This wasn’t normal. The two of you weren’t used to this kind of relationship outside of the crest.

His ship had been a safe space. Where it didn’t matter what time or day of the week it was. You could be yourself, slowly but surely reveal more about you. He wasn’t the talkative type. You didn’t know much about each other, but you knew how to make each other feel good.

But this was different. You had roamed the streets of the city, and actually held a conversation beyond the usual talk, about whether or not the child had eaten, or where he’s heading for his next bounty. He had asked about the place where you grew up, and you told him your favorite color was orange, since you were a little child and watched the incredible sunsets on the planet you called home. You asked if his family also were Mandalorians. He explained to you about how the Mandalorians rescued him when he was orphaned, so he was raised with the Creed and didn’t remember much from before.

It was nice, sharing small bits and pieces about yourselves. Slowly unraveling each other's stories. It was clear he was not the nostalgic type, and you didn’t want to intrude, so you took it slow. 

But now you’re peeking through the curtains of the window in your room and can’t help yourself to wonder how you ended up like this, in a hotel room with him. If someone told you a year ago that this would happen, you’d just laugh in their faces. You glance down. Everyone down on the street looks so small. Like tiny ants making their way through the maze of Coruscant. 

The room was nice. Almost a little too nice. You had tried to protest when he handed the woman in the reception around 400 credits. But he had just squeezed your waist tightly against his beskar side, nodded to the woman over the desk when she wished you a lovely evening and guided you away towards the elevator. 

”You shouldn’t put that amount of money on a room.” You say, still watching the people on the ground. 

“It’s too…” You trail off as you feel gloved hands softly placed on your hips. You didn’t realize he was right behind you. “It’s too fancy for us.”

“You shouldn’t worry about that.” The modulated voice says. “It’s only for tonight.”

You close your eyes and lean back as his hands slowly explore your body. He starts to hitch your dress up slowly, over your knees, over your thighs, over your…

You quickly turn around to face him. He drops the dress and if you could see him now, he’d probably raise his eyebrows. Looking at you with an expression that said should I stop? but all you see is a dark visor. 

“No?” He asks after a couple of seconds of silence, his grip on your hips loosened. 

“Din.” You say, looking straight into the visor. You’re alone now, so you can say his name. He asked you to only call you Mando out there. It was too dangerous, he said, too many eyes and ears. It was bad enough a fully armored Mandalorian was walking down the streets. You could never know who was listening. He only told you his real name back in the crest. When the two of you were safely wrapped around sheets and darkness, after he’d made you climax twice in a row. No man had ever done that before.

You were so incredibly turned on by now, but you felt a bit ashamed about it. You felt just a tiny bit disgusted at the money he spent, which made it possible for him to have you gently pressed up against the window right now. 

“Yes.” You say. “Of course I want to, but you just put an insane amount of money on this room...”

He stays quiet, waiting for you to explain. All you hear is his low modulated breathing through the helmet. 

“...and on me.” You confess quietly.

He sighs and takes a step closer.

“You’re telling me I can’t spend my money on things I enjoy?”

“That’s not what I mea…” A whimper escapes from your lips and cuts you off. He squeezed your hip.

“That I can’t spend money on you?”

You just nod.

“Such a shame.” He says and his hand goes up to cup your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” You breathe. He’s so close, and you feel so stupid. So fucking dumb to bring this up. Who are you to complain? You asked to come here. He didn’t want to at first. But he agreed because you asked him to. You should be grateful. 

“Don’t.” He lifts your chin up a bit. “Don’t apologize.”

His thumb slowly caresses your lower lip. You shiver. You want to say you’re sorry for apologizing, but that would just be stupid, and maybe annoy him to the point that he would let go of you and leave the room. So you just nod. Silently agreeing.

You can feel your skin prickle when he pushes his thumb into your mouth. You gasp and part your lips for him.

“Good girl.”

Your knees go weak and you blush. There’s a warmth growing in between your legs. You’re in a really fancy room, standing incredibly close to Din, with his gloved thumb in your mouth. The feeling of guilt and shame is washed away by the fire burning inside of you. 

You slowly bite down on his glove, and he slides his hand out. You open your mouth a bit and let the glove drop to the floor.

You take a shaky, heavy breath as Din once again starts to hitch your dress up. His ungloved hand strokes your leg up, up, up until his fingers reach your hip. He follows the seam of your underwear down to your middle. He hovers just above your core for a few seconds. Teasing you.

A dissatisfied moan escapes from your lips when he doesn’t give you the friction you crave. You close your eyes when the teasing gets too much. 

“Look at me, pretty girl.” He whispers.

You open your eyes and stare straight into the visor. He rewards you by pushing your underwear aside. You feel him drag his fingers through your wet folds. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers, so silently this time that you almost didn’t hear it. Like it was meant to only be a thought, but somehow the words escaped from his lips. So you try to ignore the compliment, even though it makes you shiver. 

He starts rubbing your clit in slow circles. You have to grab him by the shoulders when your knees go weak, you need something to hold on to. 

He’s in no rush. He’s taking his time with your sensitive bud, adjusting his movements by the expressions on your face. But you crave more. Your hands travel down his body and reach for the zipper of his flight suit.

He’s quick to notice, because his other hand suddenly and firmly grabs yours as they’re about to start working on the zipper. 

“You want more?” He asks you. You nod, not breaking the eye contact you just know you have, but can’t see. You wonder what the color of his eyes would be, that you could see, if he wasn’t sworn to the Creed. You respected it, but it did drive you mad in times like this. 

“I’ll give you more.”

He pushes a finger up inside you and sets a slow pace. You moan. His gloved hand still holds your wrists together and you have no way to keep yourself up other than to lean your back onto the window. 

He adds another finger and increases the rhythm. The stretch is bittersweet. It’s not painful, you’ve been too turned on for too long for it to hurt, but you’re never ready for the way he fills you up. 

You moan and the back of your head bumps into the window when you throw it back in pleasure. The nightlife of the city is still very active, and you hope that no one outside notices you squirming against a window with a Mandalorians hand between your thighs. 

Ironic, since he didn’t want to draw more attention to him than necessary. A Mandalorian fucking a girl against a window will most definitely create some interesting headlines. 

The build up of your climax increases at the same rate as his modulated breathing. You think he can sense it too, because when you’re close he pulls his fingers out, to your disappointment. 

“Not yet.” He says when you look at him with pleading eyes. 

“Alright.” You say with a heavy breath, drunk on pleasure. “Let go of me then.”

He lets go of your wrists. You immediately place them on his chest, slightly pushing him backwards towards the bed. The back of his knees hits the bed frame. He sits down and watches you as you start to undo his armor. 

You work your way downwards, starting with his shoulder plates. You fumble with the straps but once they’re off you start with the chest plate. Din just patiently sits there watching you work. When you had removed the chest plate you sank down to your knees and put it on the floor next to you. 

Now you’re sitting right in between his legs, nervously glancing up to the visor quickly before you start undoing the armor on his thighs. 

He grabs your arm with his ungloved hand before you can start. 

“You don’t have to.” He tells you, calmly. The hold he has on your arm tells you otherwise. He’s everything but calm. His grip is slightly shaking, and you can feel his pulse beating fast. 

“I want to.” You give him a reassuring smile and he lets you go. Once all of his armor is gone, you lean onto his lap and slowly drag the zipper of his flight suit all the way down. 

The exposed skin beneath the black fabric is smooth and tanned. Shining like gold in your eyes. Your hands travel down and reach into his pants. 

You hear him grunt as you pull his cock out. He’s already hard. You give him a few pumps up and down, and you expose his swollen tip. You lick your lips and slowly drag your mouth up against his length. He tries to still another grunt, but it’s clear he’s far beyond the point where he can keep it all together.

When you’re just about to put the tip of his length in your mouth you look up and fix your eyes to his. You know you do, because his breath hitch from the look of you on your knees, face just inches away from his erection, looking straight at him. 

His whole body jerks a bit when you slowly slide your mouth down his cock and you start sucking. You bob your head up and down and hear him pant above you.

“Maker.” He mumbles, his voice is strained.

“Mmhm.” You mumble in response while you keep bringing him pleasure with your mouth. 

His hands reach for the back of your head. His hand rests on your neck and he grabs your hair. He pulls it all together so it keeps strands from falling over your face. After a few minutes of you setting the pace he jerks his hips up just a tiny bit, as he pushes you down further with the help of his hands around your head. His length glides right down your throat, and your eyes water a bit. 

He mumbles something you don’t understand, probably in Mando’a. Even if you could understand, he’s too far down your throat for you to be able to answer. So you just moan in response when he thrusts into your mouth. 

He gives your mouth a few last thrusts before he lets you go and you pull back for air. He takes a few heavy breaths. 

“You’ ready?” He asks and you nod, still trying to catch your breath.

He leans forward just a bit, grabs you under your arms and drags you up to your feet. His movement is quick and simple. You see his exposed muscles flex when he lifts you up. 

“Take them off.” He commands and you know exactly what he’s talking about. You’ve been in this situation before, so there’s no question about what he wants. You grab the hem of your dress, lift it up, grab your underwear and slide them down. 

You climb onto his lap, where he sits on the edge of the mattress. He then snakes both of his arms around your back and you straddle him. He removes his other glove and finds his way under and up your dress. He places his palms on your buttcheeks and gently squeezes. You bite your lip and align your hips with his. 

With one arm wrapped around his neck you use your free hand to guide his cock to your entrance. He squeezes your ass harder and you slowly sink down. 

You both moan when you finally get what you crave. Instinctively, you want to kiss him. The realization that you can’t taste his lips makes you a bit sad. You gently place your lips on the cold beskar and start to move yourself up and down. 

The rhythm is yours to set, when you’re on top. It’s like a silent agreement between the two of you. It’s always clear who's in charge. And when you’re the one straddling him, you’re the one to set the rules. And he’s never been one to complain. 

After you’ve adjusted to having him inside you, filling you up all the way when you grind down on him you decide you need to feel him more. So you grab the collar of his flight suit and slide it off his back and down his arms. He lets go of you and helps you free him from his clothes. 

“Mesh’la, I’ve been waiting to remove the dress from you all day.” He says and pulls one of the straps down. “Yo-you’re beautiful like this.” 

He plays with the hem of the fabric. You blush. You’re not used to getting compliments from him. He’s called you sweet and pretty before. But never beautiful. That one is new. 

“What does that mean?” You ask and place your hands over his exposed chest. 

“What? You’re obviously wearing a special dress tonight, aren’t you?” He asks and pulls the other strap down. You shiver. If he continues like that he’ll soon expose your whole chest. And he was right about the dress. You had never worn it before around him. It was too nice to be worn on a regular day in the crest. But tonight was special. So of course you put on your best dress, and he noticed. But that’s not what you meant.

“No. You said something in Mando’a.”

“Ah, yeah.” He breathes and his hands travel to your back. He fiddles with the zipper. “Mesh’la.”

He slowly drags the zipper down in silence and the light blue fabric pools around your hips. Your breasts are exposed to the air and his gaze. Your nipples immediately turn hard. One of his hands briefly brushes over your breasts, gently cupping one of them and squeezes until you let a moan slip. 

“Mesh’la means beautiful.” He lets go of your breast and lifts you up from his lap. You stand in front of him as your dress falls to the floor. “It means that you’re beautiful.”

He grabs your hand and your heart beats fast. You don’t know what to say. You think he can sense that this conversation is a little too much for you right now, and not what you were expecting for tonight, so he just guides you onto the bed. 

“But you’re even more beautiful on all four.” He says and you can hear the change in his voice. When he explained to you the meaning behind the Mando’a word and when he slipped the dress off of your body his voice was tender, sweet, caring. Now, he speaks with the dark, lust filled tone you’re used to.

So you do as he says and climb onto all four. He gets up on his knees and shuffles closer to you. A second later you feel the tip of his cock pushing at your entrance and you let out a shaky breath.

You arch your back and wait for him to push his cock all the way inside of you. But when it doesn’t happen you’re wondering what he’s waiting for, but before you can turn your head around to look why he doesn’t move there’s a sudden, smacking sound. A second later there’s a bittersweet sting to the cheek of your ass. He spanked you, and you feel how instantly wet you get from it. 

The tension in the air vanishes, and is replaced by filthy lust. You’re so incredibly turned on by now that it’s almost painful when he doesn’t fuck you straight away, he literally has you on all fours, ready for him. 

“Please.” You beg. 

Smack. You gasp loudly. He hit your asscheek again, harder this time. 

“P-please.” You’re desperate. You like it, but you’re desperate for more. 

So you slowly lean back, pushing yourself towards him. You feel the head of his cock entering your core, and you hear a loud modulated sigh as you do. 

He grabs your hips and shoves you back, filling you up more than before. This time he’s the one to set the pace. And it’s not the same steady rhythm you went for before. This is persistent, rough and just… wonderful. This is what you were craving. 

“Oh stars!” You moan out loud. He fucks you relentlessly, just like he does when he has to blow off some steam after a particularly difficult hunt and you join him in his personal quarters. 

In there, you fumble in the dark and claw at metal walls. Here, the light is comfortably dim, warm and you clench your hands around soft, expensive sheets. 

His hands on your hips are warm. The skin to skin contact makes you tingle, everywhere he touches you. Maybe that’s how it is when you spend your time around someone who’s always covered up. So when you do feel him, it’s like your nerves are extra sensitive. 

His pace falters a bit and he gives you a few extra hard thrusts, grunting as he drills extra deep inside of you. 

“Mesh’la.” He says again. Your whole body shivers by his words, now that you understand them. “Will you let me?”

He stands still behind you, the only thing moving is one of his hands that travels from your hip down to your asscheek once again. But he doesn’t spank you, or stop there. His fingers trace your curves down to your middle and stop right above the hole he’s already filled up. His thumb caresses the tight ring of muscle, where no one’s ever been. 

You freeze for a couple of seconds while you consider it. No one’s ever fucked you there, and he knows that. He’s never been pushy about it, but the subject has been brought up before and you’ve always told him that you don’t do that. But now you’re intrigued and so horny at the same time. 

“I m-mean…” You stutter out. He’s waiting for your answer. “Only you… only your hands.”

“We don’t need to.” He reassures you. “I’m just asking.”

“It’s okay.” You breathe. You’re turned on by the situation, him touching and exploring you where no one else has ever been. 

“Let me know if it gets too much.” He says and adds some pressure with his thumb. 

A moan escapes your lips and you nod eagerly. He picks up the pace from before and pushes his thumb just a little harder when you relax a bit more. You feel him entering your other hole with his thumb while he keeps fucking the first one. 

It doesn’t hurt, but it burns. It’s a sweet burn, the satisfaction shoots up your spine and you groan. This new sensation drives you mad. It’s so incredibly filthy, the things that you’re doing right now. You’re glad you’re not standing by the window anymore. 

He keeps his thumb just like that, and doesn't push you too far. He doesn’t move it, just let it sit right there as you adjust to him. You feel your climax closing up on you as he grinds his cock into you with a perfect pace. 

”Din.” You moan and let a hand snake its way down to your slit. Your fingers reach your clit and you start pleasing yourself. 

Din moans under his helmet, the view of you touching yourself is almost too much. His hips stutter a bit and you know he’s insanely close too. 

“I’m gonna come, Din.” You moan his name. 

He grunts and removes his thumb from your ass and grabs both of your hips again. 

“Come for me, pretty girl.” His voice is shaky, barely holding it together. 

You clench around him and come undone, your whole body trembling like a leaf under him. He gives you a few last thrusts and you feel the soft warmth of his cum covering your insides. 

He collapses over you and you both crash into the mattress and fluffy pillows. He rolls off of you and lays on his back. You both breathe heavily as you come down from your climax high. 

After a minute or two he zips his flight suit back up and you scooch closer to him. You nuzzle your head into the crevice right below his helmet and sigh into his neck. 

You’re slowly brought back to reality when you remember that you have to go back to the crest when you wake up, and he has to start his next bounty hunt. The thought makes you heavy-hearted. You wish you could stay like this forever. 

Din rests one hand at the curve of your hip and waist. He turns his head to you. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You quickly answer. You glance up towards the ceiling and around the room. 

“I’m just happy I’ll get to spend the night here, with you.”

“Don’t get used to it.” He chuckles. “It’s only for tonight.”

“Yeah, only for tonight.” You say sleepily. He turns you over, pull the sheets over the two of you and put his arm safely around your waist. 

You lay like that for a while, Din keeping you close to him. You feel his cum slowly seep out from your core. You don’t even bother to get up to the equally fancy bathroom connected to your room to get you cleaned up. You want him close. You’ll deal with the mess tomorrow. Your eyelids get heavier by each minute and you’re soon drifting off to sleep. 

The last thing you hear is a mumble, so silent it’s almost a whisper. 

“Mesh’la.” He says, and pulls you even closer just as you fall asleep.

Here's a bonus for you if you've read this far:

[starphasedd]

sharing a bed

Din was caught off guard when you asked him to stay...

Today's hunting had led your little group to a small motel in the middle of nowhere. The planet you were on was prone to dangerous thunderstorms at night, so Din opted to stop for the evening and ride out the winds.

The man at the front desk stated there weren't any rooms left. But after some persuasion, Din had the key to a single bed room in his hand.

That's fine. He'd sleep on the floor. You and the baby could have the bed. Nothing he hasn't done before.

Only--you wouldn't let him.

You were scared of crushing the baby in your sleep. So, you rolled a plush blanket up and patted it down into his pram. When you gently laid him in, his eyes shut almost immediately. Your thumb grazed his cheek a little before retreating as the pram lid shut.

Din insisted he sleep on the floor, but you wouldn't allow it. In turn, you insisted he sleep in the bed with you.

He would be lying if he said there wasn't some tension in the room after he slowly laid down next to you. The bed was rather small, so his shoulders bumped yours as you both laid on your backs. It was clearly awkward; but not uncomfortable. He knew you both were thinking the same thing. But he didn't say anything.

It was quiet in the room and dark. Soft chirps from an unknown insect outside eases some of the silence away. He's thankful for that. The sound of your gentle breaths is making heat creep up his neck.

You're both laying in the exact same position. On your backs with your hands laying across your stomachs, hands intertwined.

He notices a soft blush on your cheeks as you stare up at the ceiling. The thin sheets caress your breasts and limbs all the way down to your feet. He can see every curve like this. And he can't help the way blood starts rushing into his cock.

It's a few minutes of silence before you finally speak.

"You could sleep better if you removed the beskar." You say, just above a whisper.

His helmet turns to look at you. He watches your face for a few moments before shifting back to face the ceiling again.

"The armor doesn't come off." He speaks--straight to the point per usual.

"I hate to see you so uncomfortable." You confess softly.

"I'm not uncomfortable." He says.

This time you turn to look at him. You scan him up and down.

"It looks like it's weighing you down. How do you sleep like that?" You ask.

"Soundly." He tuts.

You huff softly and turn to look up at the ceiling again. It's a few moments before he speaks again.

"Are you comfortable?" He asks. This time, he's whispering.

You blink softly. "Of course. Why do you ask?"

He turns the helmet again to look at you.

"I'm not--" he starts. "--just want to make sure I'm not making you uncomfortable."

There's uncertainty in his tone; something you haven't heard before. It makes you blush.

You smile. "Never. Promise."

For a moment, you're both staring at each other. He can see how red you are, so there's no point in hiding from him anymore. The room just became warm, heat starting to pulse between your legs as he stares at you. The tension just got incredibly thick. Fuck, he just wants to cut through it. Take a knife and slice it open so he can move closer to you. So he can touch your soft skin; hear your sweet moans as he pleasures you.

He torn from his thoughts when one of your fingers comes up to graze the sleeve of his flightsuit. He glances down, watching your fingers slowly sink into the thick fabric there.

You slowly pull yourself closer to him, your thighs starting to graze his. Your movements are hesitant and slow, so he has the opportunity to stop you, but he doesn't. He just watches you. His cock is now fully erect under his trousers. And it's plain as day.

Your cheek touches the cool beskar of his pauldron. And you close your eyes as your hand leaves his flight suit and ventures to his stomach. Slowly. Carefully.

"Tell me to stop." You whisper out as you softly kiss the beskar shoulder piece.

He doesn't.

Gently, your hand starts to glide down his stomach to find his groin. Your fingers play gracefully with the buckle of his belt to get to the zipper. And slowly, you pull down. The arm you're laying on comes up to wrap around his to squeeze his hardened bicep. You can hear the modulator pick up his heavy breathing.

You reach in, grasping his warm cock and slowly releasing it from it's confines. His big. Thick and long, showered in prominent veins. It makes your stomach curl.

Slowly, you start pulling up and down on his cock, sweeping some of the pre-cum from his tip to use as a natural lubricant. You twist your wrist as you pull, rubbing every inch of his deliciously hard cock. You can feel all the muscles in his lower body start to tense.

He turns his head to look at you, and your breath starts to fog the tinted glass of his T-visor. He grunts softly as you continue to pleasure him, and he can't take his eyes off you. Your gentle smile, the way your eyes are half lidded with lust. The way you slowly start to bite your lower lip. And when you opt to lean in and gently kiss his helmet; he lets a rather loud moan out.

"S-sweet girl..." he stutter out.

You shhh him and nestle your cheek into the curve of his helmet.

Your hand continues its slow, languid movements. You feel him flexing and pulsing under you. And when his large hand comes down to hold your wrist as you rub him, you know he's close.

It only takes a few more pulls, and his hips are bucking into your hand. He cums hard on your digits, and his flightsuit. His body it tense, his breathing is loud and labored. He moans your name when you give him a few for tugs after.

When he looks at over at you, you're smiling at him. Normally, he'd think it was innocent--but this seems like a lustful, victorious smile.

"Did so well, Mando." You whisper.

He grits his teeth, blood sinking to his cock once again as he watches you.

"On your back--" He demands.

But then, as if he knew you were about to get yours, the pram opened. The baby is now wide awake and watching you with intense eyes. He coos, tilting his head to the side as the both of you look over at him.

Din grunts, dropping his head back to the mattress. He quickly tucks his cock back into his trousers.

You sigh.

Of course the baby would wake. Right now.

[eatommo]

Reflections [d.d]{kd25}

Lactation kink/mirror sex/collaring

CW: pregnancy kink, mentions of breeding kink, implied sex, kissing, lactation kink, small bit of angst, proposal, soft!din, helmet comes off, mirror sex, necklace/collaring, mentions of Mandalorian culture

A/N: Another one that got away from me.

 Today was the first time you got a chance to look into the monitor and actually see your baby, well, at least the shape of your baby.

“Everything looks great.”  The doctor provided reassurance as they counted fingers and toes and checked for anything to be worried about.  “You’re almost there, how you feeling mom?”  You were talking for a few minutes with the doctor, and noticed Din staring at the monitor not breaking stern concentration until a particular topic was brought up.

“My milk is coming in.  So that’s been a little crazy.” You add it almost as an after thought, it was getting harder to sleep on the hard rolls you had on the crest, and your mind was a blank slate most hours of the day.  But you don’t miss the quick snap of his head to your face.

“What?” The modulator fails to hide his dismay.

“That’s normal, nothing to worry about, I’m sure your wife is a little tired in these final days.”  The doctors tone is harmless, but Din is quick to correct her.

“We aren’t married,” His tone is flat, and he clocks the tightening of your lips, “ why didn’t you tell me?”  On reflex he reaches for your hand, but you pull it to your chest.  

“We will talk about it later.”  You’re hushed, cheeks heating in embarassment.  “I guess we will see you in a few weeks doc.” 

The doctor lets her gaze swing between the two of you.  “Try not to get too far off planet, babies have a tendency to arrive when you least expect them.” She breaks the tension with a beaming smile, “But congratulations.” 

The walk back to the crest was quiet, but when you arrive at the hanger there’s a crew waiting to be paid.  “What was broken this time?” Your irritation plain as day.  The truth was, you had no idea why he hadn’t married you yet, you’d half expected him to drop on one knee the second you told him your cycle was late.  There was times where you thought he was going to, meeting his Alor, showing you the ruins of his planet, shortly after he nearly lost his life to an infection, but there was no ceremony and the question wasn’t raised by either of you.  

You’re willing to admit to part of the blame, but you knew they existed, that mandalorians had vows, he had told you himself, and you loved him more than you ever thought was possible.  What was stopping it from happening?

“Nothing is broken, I had them install something for you.”  Well, now he was making you feel bad.  The ramp of the crest descends as he hands over some credits to the repairmen.  “I was going to take you someplace, but its about eight hours  in hyperspace away.  So I guess we’ll stay in this system until the ad is born.”

Theres a small ache in your chest, “I’m sorry I was mean, but did you have to embarrass me like that?”

“Embarass you? She had the chart in her lap.” Its more of a exhausted sigh than an argument, which only pokes at your wound more.

You clench your jaw, and stare into his expressionless visor. You wondered what he looked like under there, he had tanned skin, and most likely had dark hair judging the hair on his legs and groin, but he still hadn’t removed his helm for you, you tried not to take that personally.

Defeated you return, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” trudging up the stairs, you nearly walked right by your present, but your own reflection nearly made you jump.  “Holy fuck, I’m huge.” Turning to your side, you admire the roundness of your belly.  

His footsteps stop right behind you, and his imposing figure dwarfs everything but your stomach, his massive palm caressing it gently.  “You look beautiful.  If you’ll let me i’ll have you looking like this, round with my child,  every chance I get.”

You try to conceal the blush that crawls up your face, “I might, depends on how cute this one comes out, you don’t have snakes for hair do you?” For the first time in a few hours you smile, and his heart skips in his chest.  

“No, I don’t.  Maybe it’s time I showed you, so if they do come out ugly you can blame me.” The ramp hisses shut, and right when you’re about to speak he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your temple.  “Let me set a course.  Ill be back down, relax, drink some water.” 

His visor falls to your belly the, double takes and settles on your chest, where two wet spots bloom on your tunic.  You hear the modulator crack out a groan and you tilt your head in question, but in a blink he scurries up the ladder and disappears into the cockpit. 

The few minutes that pass tense, but you do your best to dab at the wet fabric of your tunic, sopping up the breast milk with a rag when the door opens and he descends into the cab right as the ship begins to take off.  

“You don’t have to take your helmet off, I was teasing you.  I know the baby will be cute.”  the words tumble out of your mouth, as you try to make sense of your thoughts.  

“I have something else for you.  I should’ve given it to you sooner.”  He holds out a still hand, in it dangles a short string with a shining beskar pendant of a mudhorn.  “I didn’t have enough to craft much else,” he sets it in your hand to let you admire it, “I have her working on one for the child when they arrive.  A Clan of four.” 

Breath catching in your throat, you drape an arm over your stomach cradling your baby while examining the fine craftsmanship of your new pendant.  “Will you tie it for me?” Your voice is cut by the emotion in your throat tears threatening to spill onto your cheeks. 

He nods once, guiding you to the full length mirror somewhat hastily fastened to the wall.  You rise onto your toes, and kiss the cheek of his helmet.  In a fluid motion he presses the pendant into your palm, and moves to the latches of his helmet.  

The hiss of its release matches the gasp of air you let out as you get to gaze upon his face for the first time.  He had hair on his chin, it was dark, and his face was the same tanned tone of his body, his hair was a tousled as you expected it to be coming from inside a helmet, but his face, and most importantly his eyes are as beautiful as you imagined.  

“Your eyes are brown.” 

His moustached lip twitches to a shy smile, “Sorry?” he leans down to let his face hover over yours.  “Can I have a kiss? For real this time?” 

You don’t waste another moment, you kiss him with all the want in your heart, with all of the happiness and the joy for what is to come, and what the maker has already blessed you with.  

Its not until you go to run your hands into the tangles of his hair that you remember the necklace, breaking the kiss for a moment, you press the pendant back into his hand. 

He gives you space to turn and face the mirror, and he adjust the necklace so that it sits delicately between your collarbones, securing it with some overcomplicated knot you’ll never be able to untie. 

Your eyes are drawn together in the mirror, and he begins to undress you.  You both watch your tits bounce free of your tunic, swollen and still slightly damp from the milk that had spilled out of them.  When you go to meet his eyes again he’s still staring, gently he coaxes a few drops out between to fingers as he massages your nipples.  “Mesh’la.” 

Beautiful.  He’s called you that before, but this felt different, you struggled to comprehend it.  He pulls you a few feet back until he can sit himself on a work bench pulling you against the hard cock in his pants.  

He works his mouth along the crest of your shoulder, and then spends the rest of the night showing you how beautiful you look falling apart together. 

[stardust-kenobi]

Fair Game

Boba Fett x f!reader x Din Djarin

Summary: You express to Boba your desires to be shared with Din, and to your surprise, he is enthusiastic about your wishes Warnings: SMUT!!, voyeurism, PWP (there’s a hint of plot if you squint) Word count: 3k A/N: Yes, I have come out of hiding, and YES it was to write self-indulgent smut. Also Boba has a bedroom in this. Let’s just pretend. Enjoy my lovelies. I have not proofread yet, please forgive any errors

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You sat there and pondered how you ended up in this long anticipated conversation. A conversation you'd had rested at the tip of your tongue for weeks. You stared deep into the reflective black of Boba's visor, pretending to make contact with his pupils to make the conversation easier, but without being able to read his expression, you finally blurt it out.

"I want him to fuck me...and I want you to watch" You nearly choked on your words as you trailed the end of your demand with a whisper.

"Mando?" He was taken aback. You nodded.

Your belly flipped over itself as you impatiently awaited his response. You'd wanted this for a while. Since Din began staying in the palace as Boba's honored guest, you couldn't even deny the forbidden thoughts that troubled your mind everyday. You belonged to Boba, and you loved him deeply, but clearly your attraction to helmeted men was not restricted to only your partner.

He was silent for the seconds that followed, but as you fidgeted with the sleeve of your tunic, he finally spoke up.

"I've thought about it, too" He admitted. You met his eyeline again and searched his tone for any trace of insincerity.

"....wh- you have?" You stumbled over your words. He nodded, and inched closer to you. As his body pinned you against the wall, his hand pressed flat above your head while the other caressed your waist. The butterflies he stirred within you never ceased to flutter rapidly.

"I'd like that" He muttered slowly. You felt a warmth form inside of you.

"Really?" You trembled, still in disbelief.

Boba pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear and used his stoic stance to power over your fragile figure. You were flustered already, his dominance holding in nothing but his presence before you.

"I’m a fair man. I like sharing my toys with others. Wouldn’t you say that’s fair, princess?” He whispered gruffly, his modulator making him sound even tougher than normal.

You nodded with a whimper, too weak at the knees to form a proper response. He made you melt every time he cornered you like this. Boba curled his gloved finger under your chin and tilted your head up toward him.

“Besides, I wouldn’t be a good host to our guest if I didn’t allow him to indulge in the finest things we have to offer, now would I?”

You blushed and smiled up at him.

“Consider it done, little one” he assured you before leaving you alone in his bed chambers. You bit your lip as your mind explored how it might play out, and if Din would even agree to it.

But sure he would, you’ve seen the way his attention stays glued to you for so long. You may not be able to see his eyes, but you can see his head travel the length of your body when you walk by. No helmet could hide that.

—

Two days had passed. You hadn’t seen Boba since your conversation. Nor had you seen Din. Fennec said they had gone out for a huge bounty, and you didn’t dare ask any further questions. Instead, you kept yourself busy by touching yourself to the thought of them both fucking you senseless.

The morning suns warm your skin as you lay sprawled out on your oversized bed you shared with Boba. The thoughts were starting again, and your hand tiptoed down between your legs, searching to relieve an aching. You wore nothing but one of Boba’s black undershirts. You loved how his scent stayed trapped in the fabric.

As you laid flat on your back, you lifted your shirt to caress your breasts while you began to rub circles on your clit. Your eyes fell shut and you curled your hips against your own touch, imagining it was Din instead. You moaned softly, although you could be as loud as you wanted to. If Fennec was in the palace, you didn’t really care if she heard you.

In your imagination, it was Boba’s hand cupping your breast, and Din’s fingers that worked at your pulsing heat. Your whimpers progressed as your pleasure grew and your surroundings began to dissipate as you were encased in your new reality.

You were inching so dangerously close to your climax, panting and squirming profusely, when a gruff voice broke the barrier between imagination and reality.

“Couldn’t wait for us, Princess?”

Your eyes flash open and you’re frantic to cover yourself when you see Boba, with Din standing next to him in the doorway. The pounding of your heart against your chest is the only thing you could seem to focus on.

“Don’t get shy now, little one. We’ve seen plenty of the show already” He mocked playfully, and you wondered just how long they'd been there.

“Boba” you breathed, your cheeks were burning red with arousal and embarrassment intertwined together.

“Mando, I think I heard your name on her lips just a moment ago” Boba teased. Din looked over at him and offered a subtle nod.

As you sit up and move to the end of the bed, Boba pulls up a lounge chair to face the bed, allowing himself a front row seat.

“Just like we talked about, Mando. She’s all yours” Boba said as he took his seat. Din walked over to you and stood directly in front of you. His silence was ominous, and you expected that he was nervous, too. The look of desire you held in your eyes would’ve put any man on his knees. You knew what to do.

“Kriff” He whispered.

“Isn't she beautiful?” Boba spoke up, you did not look at him, but you could hear that he had removed his helmet.

As your fingers worked to open his trousers, his gloved hand gripped around your wrist, halting your actions. He swiftly yet carefully pushed you onto your back, hovering over you. You caught your own reflection in the shine of his beskar before you stared deep into his visor. His hands explored you like it was unmarked territory that was his for the taking.

Your shirt was removed in one quick motion, leaving you now completely bare and exposed for him. Din’s moan in approval was amplified by his modulator, and it sent a flash of heat through your body. He studied the way your body curved in the all the perfect places, how your breasts sat upon your chest, and how you were open for him His pure lust and desire to have you was evident now, and it was driving you crazy

“Tell me what you want” He demanded.

You were speechless. Partially from your nerves and partially from how breathtaking it was to be pressed against him.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, sweetheart” he growled softly as he pulled the gloves from his fingertips and threw them off the bed. Before you could mutter another sound, his fingers began working at replicating exactly what you had been fantasizing when they caught you. He circled them on your delicate bud while staring down directly at you.

“Fuck…” you whimpered so sweetly.

Boba stirred a noise that drew your attention to him. He was slowly stroking his cock, infatuated with another man's hands roaming your body. You smirked at him through your breaths of pleasure yet his face held the same unreadable expression. He appeared enthralled, aroused, and jealous somehow all at once.

You tried yet again to pursue Din's pleasure by palming him gently through his trousers but he immediately pushed you away.

"Gotta take care of you first sweet girl" He insisted and you did not dare protest. Feeling that you were ready for it, he curled two fingers within your walls, burying his digits in your aching warmth. You moaned as you threw your head back. His thumb remained at your clit, working in rhythm to earn the prettiest noises he could pull from your lips.

"Din" You moaned breathlessly. He groaned in response as he loved the way you said his name. Din thrusted his fingers vigorously, knowing the perfect pace to continue.

"Boba, you are the luckiest man in the galaxy" Mando spoke up, looking over at Boba, who kept stroking himself while he made eye contact with him.

"And now you get to enjoy her too, Mando. You deserve it" Boba stated, a delicate moan falling from his lips as he spoke.

The all familiar tightening coil in your lower abdomen begged to be unraveled. Your whimpering graced the armored men's ear as you approached your long anticipated climax.

"Please don't stop" You begged of him, hoping he wouldn't be sadistic and rob you of your euphoric release.

But he didn't, and your orgasm washed over your entire being so gracefully that you felt weightless beneath him. You arched your back against his firm body and he used the opportunity to wrap an arm around you, pulling you closer. His efforts were relentless in working you through the pure ecstasy you experienced.

It seemed that he was enjoying it just as much as you had, and when your rode down from your intense high, you heard Boba's lustful groans coming from where he remained sitting.

"Don't you want to join us, Boba?" You whimpered through your words.

"Isn't this what you wanted, princess? I think Din has it under control" He smirked, loving this entire situation more than you ever thought possible. Your mind wandered to how it would feel to have two sets of Mandalorian hands gripping your body.

"Maybe she's right, she deserves the attention of two men" Din contested, a seductive tone riddled in his voice.

"No, I want to see her be fucked by another man. I'll finish her off, Mando" Boba chuckled sadistically. Din looked back down at your rosy face, seemingly unsure of how to proceed.

The restrained outline of his erection through his pants was now distracting. His eagerness to be inside you made your heart skip a beat. You bit your lip before pulling at the fastening of his pants, this time he helped you, and suddenly you were met with the wonderful sight of his throbbing length.

You audibly gasped, and the cutest chuckle escaped his helmet, no doubt that he was blushing at your reaction. He was big, and thicker than you'd imagined. Slightly bigger than Boba, but overall similar in size. You tried to wrap your fingers around him, but yet again he stopped you.

"Can't wait any longer, sweet girl" He growled before flipping you over onto your hands and knees, facing you toward Boba. Din lined himself up with your entrance behind you. As you looked back at him, he hesitated to await your approval. You nodded quickly, anticipating the sweet sensation he would bring.

Slowly he inched into you. Your walls wrapped around his cock, and you both let out a euphoric sigh of pleasure as you finally sunk into one another, something that was long awaited between the both of you.

Your eyes lock into Boba's, who's stroking became steadier and rougher since you'd last caught a glance. You smiled seductively, and he smirked back. Din buried himself completely inside you, and held there for a moment for you both to adjust.

As his thrusting took shape, your mouth fell into an "O" shape, a look you know Boba loved all too well. He moaned subtly, watching your every move. You were enamored with making this intimate eye contact while being ravished by another.

"Look at you, little one, you take his cock so well" He praised you sweetly, "How does she feel?" He asked Din. Seeing your man get off to the sight of this was exhilarating. You truly wondered why you never did this sooner.

"So good" Din breathed between his curled thrusts, "She feels so good", you could tell he was on cloud nine, and struggled to find words.

Din found his rhythm, and used it to pound into you harder. Every slap of his hips against your ass drove you absolutely crazy, but now, he was putting all his passion into it. The cool sensation of the beskar on his thighs lined up against the back of your thighs. It turned you on for him to fuck you in his full set of armor, whereas Boba usually removed his while you had sex. You pushed your ass back against him to add even more rough motion. The sounds he emitted were so arousing, and he sounded even hotter than you expected. Thank gods he was being so vocal, you thought.

Suddenly, he gripped his fingers into your locks of hair and firmly pulled on it. You cried out with pleasure, infatuated with this feeling. How did he know you loved this?

"There it is, she loves that" Boba encouraged him. His cock brushed against your sweetest spot with every swing of his hips. You were climbing toward your second release, and you wouldn't last much longer. Your whimpers accompanied the sound of your skin joining with his and you could slightly hear Boba's moaning picking up as well. You wanted him inside you, too.

"Din, you fuck me so good" You praised him, wanting him to know how amazing he made you feel.

"Yeah? You like that?" He cooed, "Are you going to cum for me again, sweetheart?"

"Yes, Din, I am so close" You cried out, feeling your orgasm creeping up slowly. He released his grip from your hair and reached around to your clit, rubbing it steadily while he kept fucking you.

"Good girl, cum around his cock" Boba growled as Din's efforts finally flooded your senses with absolute euphoria. It radiated throughout you as you became a mess of whimpering. You trembled and struggled to stay supporting yourself.

"Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, y/n" He whispered softly. Hearing your name fall from his lips in such a manner was so beautiful.

You slowly floated back down from the most intense high you'd ever experienced, catching your breath in the process.

"Is she ready for me, yet, Mando?" Boba grew impatient, becoming dissatisfied with the feeling of his hand.

"She is" Mando said, pulling out of you. No longer filled, you collapsed, laying flat on your stomach, feeling ruined already.

"Oh no, princess, we aren't done with you yet" Boba scolded, walking over to the bed.

"I want you both" You begged. The two men looked over at each other before assuming their positions like they'd talked about this already.

Din got on his knees in front of you on the bed, and Boba got behind you. He gripped your hips and lifted you back onto your knees. Boba wasted no time before burying his cock inside you. Din placed his glistening tip in your face, you smirked up at him before opening your mouth wide for him to fit.

You were filled from both ends, and you could not imagine anything better than this unfamiliar feeling. They pounded into your holes at their own speed, Boba slammed into you fast and rough, making up for the missed time and endless teasing he experienced being left out of the fun.

Your moans, now suppressed by Din's cock, grew louder and more desperate with every second. His hands found themselves wrapped in your hair yet again. Boba was fucking you like he hated you, though you knew he loved you more than ever right now.

"What a good fucking girl she is, Mando, taking both of us so well" Boba gritted through his teeth. His thumbs dug into your back while he squeezed your waist.

"and so beautiful" Din barely muttered through his strained groans. Something you'd rarely experienced began to form, your third release. You pulled your mouth from Din.

"Oh my gods, I'm going to cum again" You announced, and Din forcefully pulled your mouth back onto him, pulling your hair with it. The way you felt him twitch against your tongue indicated that he was also close, and the pace at which Boba thrusted into you, you knew he wouldn't last much longer either.

"That's right sweet girl, just like that" Din coaxed you.

The tightening coil wound up quickly in your lower belly, and it threatened to unravel at any moment. Boba switched his rhythm and curled his hips more upward, grinding against your sweet spot repeatedly. You gasped as it burst open within you. The pleasure was relentless this time, flowing through your body like a shockwave. Your sight became blurred and Din continued fucking your face. You felt deliciously disoriented and finally began to inch off of your high.

Your body shook in the most rewarding way, you were completely filled and coming down from the best orgasm your body had ever ridden, even better than the first two. You could hear in their groaning that they were about to release themselves.

Without another second passing, both men exclaimed loudly, gracing your ears with such an arousing sound. A shooting warmth coated your walls as Boba's thrusts grew slower. Din's cum coated your mouth, leaving a sweetness on your tongue as he held his cock deep inside your throat. Heavy breathing filled the room as they both hesitated to remove themselves from your warmth.

Boba and Din cleaned themselves before tucking their length back in their pants. You collapsed again, letting exhaustion overcome you as you struggled to keep your eyes open.

"Are you alright, y/n?" Din asked so sweetly. You nodded, unable to form your words for him.

You felt Boba pick you up and lay you down properly on your pillow, before lifting the blanket over your tired body. You smiled subtly, your eyes falling closed into the best sleep you'd ever have.

[grippingbeskar]

The Element of Surprise | Epilogue

Epilogue: The Smile

mando x fem!reader

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word count: 5k ish

warnings: swearing, minor sexual themes/alluding to mxf at the end,

a/n: omg. okay so it’s over like for real now. i can’t believe i’m leaving this lil series behind, but what a journey. I have loved every single second of it - thankyou all for ur luv and support seriously. weather u are reading this as i post or ages from now, just know u have made one girls life a whole lot happier :) love you. so much. also shout out to mando for being sexy as fuck!!

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“I can’t believe this is real. Like, real life.” You say, probably for the thousandth time walking through an isolated part of the Naboo forest.

Just saying that makes you dizzy. You were on Naboo; the planet that forever seemed so out of reach. It was the place you used to dream of as a kid, and one you worked so hard to get to, fixing up a broken down ship on Tatooine. You never in a million years would have thought this would be the way you would get here, but you don’t think you could have dreamt up a better situation.

Din trails right behind you, one worded answers floating gently through the modulator as he directs you. He clearly has a destination in mind, because you have been turning in seemingly random spots for almost an hour. You don’t care, you would walk aimlessly through the entire forest; taking in the impossibly green trees, the soft crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, still thick and alive even after breaking off the branch. You can hear the low flowing of water somewhere in the distance. It is so serene; after everything that has happened in the past few days you could almost fall asleep right here if you weren’t so excited.

And nervous.

You were fairly distracted with everything around you, little squeaks and snaps of twigs sending your head spinning to find whatever little creature had ventured near, but it was in the back of your head. You were going to see him today. He was nervous too - you could feel it in the air, how he was on the day before he left. He isn’t particularly talkative with anyone but you, so you know his small answers and slow, shuddering breaths come from anticipation.

You, at his request, had put on that flowing red dress you stole on Coruscant, and you can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of your head from how much he was staring. He hardly got the words out; a stifled “so kriffin’ pretty” mumbling through the helmet as he ran his hands down your body when you showed it to him. In any other circumstance you wouldn’t have made it off the ship - but this day had a promise at the end, one you couldn’t wait much longer for.

The kid was tumbling through in front of you, blazing a path as he scared away all the critters hiding in bushes. You were starting to smile at him, watching as he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him off to the right chasing something when two gloved hands came up over your eyes, plunging you into darkness.

“Di-“

“Shh. Keep your eyes closed, okay? We’re nearly there.” You nod, even though you want to suck in as much of this planet as possible, the only thing you want more is to be with him.

Your stomach was turning into knots as he began to lead you to the right, twisting and turning as if you were going underneath something. The sound of water was getting louder, and you felt the temperature drop a little, just for a second before Din stood you back up straight and turned left.

“Should of worn this dress all day. Every day.” You blush under his hold as he murmurs in your ear, the kids giggles off in the distance.

“You just like that you can see my ass when I bend over.”

“Mhmm. Nearly there.” His voice is a little shakey, and his nerves are somehow radiating into you. Stars - this was the moment you had thought about. Realistically, if you had never seen his face, never been able to have this moment with him, you would have been content. It wasn’t who he was under the mask that mattered to you, it was who he was. Period. He was everything you needed, and if it meant you could never look him in the eye, never seen his smile or know if his eyes close when he laughs - you would of been okay with that.

But now the moment is right here. Din stops walking, two gloved hands on the back of your shoulders as he puts you in position. This moment - all your questions are going to be answered, all the nights you spent wondering if he had a beard, how long his hair was, if he smiled more than you imagined. Everything would be laid bare, at your feet. Your knees were starting to shake.

“Okay - you can open your-“

“No! Wait - I need to-“

“My helmet’s still on.” He laughs, the slow trickle of water a calming background. You take a second to sink into the moment, hearing his laugh, how he spoke and how his voice was a little higher in pitch when he was smiling. The water sounded like a lake, maybe a small river, and in the distance you could hear trickling, maybe the mouth of the river to your right.

Opening your eyes, it would be the second most incredible thing you would see today. Din had led you through a small cave, cutting you off from the open landscape of the forest. To your right a tiny waterfall had formed naturally over smooth rocks, and you were surrounded by rocky walls, seemingly shooting up into the trees.

Vines were growing out of them - no, through them, and tiny little lights were interspersed into the rock background. Almost all the light from the day was shadowed by the giant rocks, so the light bugs glistened and casted a brilliant glow. It was dark enough to give the illusion of sunset, and the area was isolated enough to eliminate any possibility of a passerby, but you know Din had made a conscious decision for it to be light enough. Light enough to see him.

“Oh, Din.” You breathed, spinning around in your little spot. You wanted to lay down and stay here forever, melt into one of the cracks in the rocks and watch this place all day, how the water gently flowed between you and the other side of the cave, the echo making you feel completely out of the galaxy. Like it was just you and him. And the little baby, who was currently standing halfway down the river, trying and failing to catch fish.

He hadn’t said anything, just stood in front of you with his hands by his side. Waiting. When the pure awe of the place around you began to subside, you watched as the rise and fall of his beskar-plated chest began to get a little faster, and you brought your hands in front of you, twiddling with your thumbs.

“Hi.” You say and step a little closer, everything melting away but him.

“Hi.” He breathes out. “It’s - I thought you might like it here. Pretty.”

“It is.” You can’t look away. Not matter how gorgeous the scenery is, you know what’s coming, and you can’t look away. You take another step forward and have to lift your head a little to look at him.

“I meant it. I really like this dress.” His gloved hand comes up and runs a soft line over your collarbone, skipping over the small straps holding the dress to your body. No matter how many times you sleep next to him, how many lude things he whispers into your ear while he slides into you - you don’t think anything would have de-sensitised you to this moment. You’ve seen him naked, touched every part of his body and said things to him that make you blush to even think about - but here he was, standing fully clothed and telling you he likes your dress, and you were practically crumbling.

“I stole it.” You remind him, and he laughs again. “Is it okay that I’m nervous? Like - not because anything will like change - wait, it will change, not that this isn’t a huge deal to me but I just-“

“Hey.” Both of his hands come up to your face, silencing you. “It’s okay. We can do this as fast or as slow as you want. Or not at all.”

“No! I want to. Please don’t think I don’t want to.” Din nods, keeping your face in his hands. You relax, knowing as long as he’s touching you the moment hasn’t come and you can breath. “How does this usually go?”

“No clue. Never done it.” You huff out a laugh.

“Be serious.”

“I am always serious.” Rolling your eyes, your hands come over his on each side of your face.

“Please.” You whisper, and he nods. You think he tries to clear his throat and his spine straightens up. His hands shake ever so slightly underneath your own.

“I never - nobody ever goes, if it happens. I had only known of one time it happened, before I left. Both were Mandalorians, had been for life. They went off planet for a few days, and when they came back, their sleeping quarters were combined. That was it.”

“Seems… simple?” You don’t know what you were expecting, but it is almost fitting. Din is not an elaborate man. He wears the same clothes, keeps the same ship. Only spends credits where he has to. You aren’t either - years on Tatooine made you appreciate the small things. A huge ceremony doesn’t fit the both of you. This - being completely alone bar the kid wandering in the distance, this seems right.

“It’s whatever you want it to be.”

“We. We want it to be. You do still - you can change your mind, if you don’t want…” The very idea makes you want to burst, so your glad he swoops in and squashes any lingering confusion.

“I want you to see.” His hands drop from your face and you hold your breath.

“Wait.” He doesn’t move, just stands still, helmet never moving from your eye line. “I just want you to know that I - I don’t care what you look like. I mean, I do care, in the way that I want - want to see you, but it doesn’t matter what you look like.”

Din says nothing, but you see him swallow and the slightest nod moves his helmet downwards. He takes a deep breath like he’s about to go underwater.

“I’m going to…” His hands come up to his helmet and it all becomes so real. You never would have thought this would happen - you didn’t think this was a real thing. You can feel the butterflies in your stomach swirling and it’s similar to the first time you went into hyperspace, although you are really hoping you don’t throw up this time. “Are you - is that okay?”

“I want to see you, Din Djarin.” Without another second of hesitation, he takes off his helmet and the soft glow of the cave lights up his face.

He was beautiful. It’s the first thing you think. His hair was curly - you knew this because you have had it between your fingers a thousand times. It was squished down a little, but when he took his helmet all the way off and slung it under his arm, he shook his head and the curls fell out, brown strands only long enough to hang near the top of his ear.

Your eyes went down to his forehead, slight creases began to form at the facial expressions you have no doubt he can’t hide under the helmet. His skin was a little lighter than the rest of his body, but the same tanned complexion spread down his face. No freckles that you could see, not really. His face wouldn’t get a lot of sunlight, so you should have crossed that out.

You couldn’t look at his eyes. Not yet. Even now, when you had waited so long, you knew if you looked into his eyes you would get lost and not appreciate the rest of him, so you drifted down, seeing the hard line of his nose. It looked as if it may have been broken once or twice - probably in training, and your heart fluttered because it was a little crooked and so damn perfect you wanted to kiss it.

His jaw was strong. Hard. You have felt it under your fingertips but it hadn’t done him justice. Nothing would now that you can see him. His jaw was covered in a beard, short but noticeable. You wonder when he shaved last, and how you would get to see it in all its stages.

His mouth was its own entity. You couldn’t stare at it and not think about seeing it in action. Kissing your lips, your neck. Watching as he looked up at you and his mouth attached to your breasts, your stomach as he moved down. Watching how it was possible his mouth was so skilful between your legs. The idea of getting to see it, watch as he buried himself into your pussy, lips and tongue and teeth unwinding you from the inside.

Maker - it was his eyes next. You knew. It was like you were denying yourself - a lesson in delayed gratification. You couldn’t wait any longer though. It was the final piece of the puzzle. The real full mystery revealed.

He was staring at you. His eyes were wide - brown eyes - and he was looking at you. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. He couldn’t hide his reaction to looking in your eyes - you knew he wouldn’t. He can be so stoic and blank under that helmet but you knew he would be an open book under there. He’s never had to worry about someone reading him, until right now. You can tell it makes him nervous, but you hoped not uncomfortable. It’s then that you realise you’ve been staring for five minutes and haven’t said a fucking word. You go to open your mouth, but he interrupts.

“You don’t have to say anything.” His eyes flick up to you, then to the side once. Stars - seeing him like this. His face, every quick twitch of his eyebrow or when he blinks - everything is so fascinating you don’t register his words until you realise what this expression means. “I know it’s not what-“

“Can I touch you?” His mouth opens a little and you see a hint of teeth. A promise of a smile if you played it right. Your face was hot under his gaze, and he nods once. Keeping his eyes on you. His brown eyes.

You reach your hands up and pull him close to you, as if you need to examine every inch of him like he has done to you, the mere idea of any part of him not burnt into your memory physically painful. You run your thumbs over his eyebrows, and you give in to that urge. You lean in, and press a light kiss to his nose. He sighs, and you see it up close. His mouth kicks up on the right side just a little.

“You are fucking gorgeous, Din.” His eyes are still so wide, and at the compliment you can see him process it. Eyebrows come together, the creases in his forehead revealing themselves. You watch as his head tilts, and how his hair falls to the side when he does so. It’s all so overwhelming - he was so human like this, it was always your favourite part of being alone; how vulnerable he allowed himself to be. Him without his armour. Just Din. Perfect - beautiful.

You leaned forward to kiss him lightly. So light that it was hardly a kiss. Both of you let your eyes drift closed just for a second, but then you pulled back, taking his face in your hands and looking at him again. Etching him into your memory.

You go to tell him that you love him. That you have never loved a person in this way - you have never felt something this strong. You can’t put it into words, saying ‘I love you’ does not communicate the all encompassing feeling he emanates from you. You feel the Force inside of you twisting to the surface, and for a second you think it might knock you off your feet from the strength. Until you feel the warmth of it, and how it feels like everything you want to say.

You watch as Din sucks in a breath and you try to stifle the impact of your feelings as they rush around him, the Force sending him all the words you can’t find. You know it can be a lot - the kid has done it more than once, but you also know how much it can say - say everything all at once. You see flashes of him; every night since you met him and the days in between swirling together in a picturesque slideshow, and the warmth and safety that came from being by his side. You let him see; let him see every part of your soul like he is letting you see every part of him, so you can both bare the exposure of yourselves, because he wasn’t alone. Not now, now you had seen him, and neither had you.

“I see you.” You whisper and everything stops. You don’t know if you should kiss him or just keep staring at him. He decides for you, and presses his forehead to your own, keeping his eyes on you. His eyes. You don’t think you’ll get used to looking at them.

You don’t know how long you stand like that, just looking at him like he’s a shooting star that has stayed around for too long, wondering when he was going to disappear but trying to enjoy every second of it. You only look away - no, tear your eyes away when you hear a familiar squeal running up behind Din.

He turns his head and his hair flicks across in a sweep. It was thick and moved when he did. The kid had half a fish shoved down his throat, and by the time Din bent down to scoop him up, he had swallowed the whole damn thing. That’s when it happened.

Din smiled. A giant, toothy grin that seemed equal parts foreign and fitting on his face. His eyes almost shut when he laughed at the kid squirming in his arms, and it knocked the wind out of you. His whole face lit up. You imagined every time on the Crest when he laughed, that this was what was underneath that helmet.

“You have a nice smile.” You managed. It was not enough - nothing would be enough. Nice smile, no he had the most incredible smile in the galaxy and he deserved to know-

“No one’s ever told me that before.” He was looking at you, and the kid had gone still in his arms.

“You do. A - You are the most gorgeous person I have ever seen.” He rolls his eyes and the kid squirms away, running back down the stream. Rolls his fucking eyes. You think you might faint.

“You-“

“I’m fucking serious. You - Maker, Din. You’ve seriously been looking like this, this whole time?!”

“I guess I have.” He was blushing. Stars - your stomach was in knots, and a familiar heat began to swirl in your stomach. You wanted him to blush, you wanted him hot, wanted to be the reason his face rushed in heat; because you were making him feel loved.

“That is practically an intergalactic crime.” He laughs again, but quickly recovers and wraps his arms around the small of your back, pulling you close.

“I thought you might - might not… like- like what you see. I-“

“Din, it would never matter what you looked like. I told you-“

“I know, but -“ His eyebrows screw together. He was concentrating. You wanted to kiss his forehead but you couldn’t move in his hold. “When I first saw you - I always thought you were pretty. Gorgeous - I-I could hardly think when you were around. I just wanted - I wanted you to see me. And like it.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“What?” A curl falls in front of his face as he catches your eyesight. Wide eyes return your own, and you feel weak in the knees.

“You do this for me, take the most sacred thing about you and lay it at my feet, and you were worried about if I liked it?” You were smiling but a tear fell down your cheek. You could see the twitch in his cheekbone as he swiped it away. Minuscule details you would get to recognise now.

“Yes.” He replies simply, and you kiss him.

Slowly, but crushing. You close your eyes but you can picture him, those thick eyebrows and those fucking lips against your own. Somehow you pull away but he doesn’t let you get far, keeping you pressed into his chest. The only thing unarmored was his face - it was strange, but it was now your new favourite thing.

“I really want to say something but I don’t want to minimise what this means to me. You know that - that this is everything. That you trust me this much and-“

“I know. I- I felt in. In your Jedi thing.” Your heart swells, and you kiss him once more. “You can tell me anything, cyar’ika.”

“You are so fucking sexy.” He starts to laugh, you can feel it against your chest, and the unmodulated sound echos around the cave completely surrounding you. He keeps laughing as he buries his face into your neck. “You are.”

“Mhmm.” Your face was against his, and you didn’t have to keep your eyes shut tight or turn away. You could stare all you liked; unabashed.

“I am serious.” He just shakes his head and leans in to kiss you. “Sexy.”

“Please stop saying that.” He smiles, kissing your nose, and you kiss his right back.

“Nope. Never. You are sexy - and you must be told.”

“Yeah?” He breathes and you are so enveloped in staring at him you don’t notice the change in his tone.

“So fucking sexy.” His eyes get - darker? No, that’s not possible. You have been watching his eyes since they were revealed and they remained that honey brown colour, but it was something about his expression. For a second, you think he might be angry - but then his hand snakes up between your bodies and grips your jaw lightly. He kisses you again, and you know what this is. You melt into it, and suddenly you are in the air, lifted into his arms and limbs wrapping around his body.

“I love you.” He murmurs into your mouth, and you all but moan when he says it.

“I love you.” You can feel his smile, and you pull away to look at him. “So fucking hot. I mean it’s unfair you look this good after having your head in a helmet all day.”

“That’s just-“

“If you don’t start taking my compliments, I’m gonna tie you down on the ship like I promised and show you just how fucking sexy I think you are until you believe it.” You bite his bottom lip after you speak, and you can feel the muscles underneath you tense. He groans and refuses to let you go, just turns and begins to walk through the exit of the cave, calling for the kid to hurry up.

You laugh as he starts to run, the cave entrance disappearing into the woods behind him, and his quickly shoves the helmet back on practically sideways as he sprints along the path. You were squealing in his arms, and yelped every time he jumped over a branch or changed direction. The kid was close, just in front as he zipped through the air finding the ship quite a while before you both did, you still clinging to the back of Dins armour.

As soon as you reached the ship, you saw the kid was already passed out on the floor. Din bent down to place him in the crib, still keeping you in his arms before racing up the ladder nearly knocking your head off in the process. He took you straight into your shared room, a tiny little hole in the wall that held everything you kept dear. Well, it did as soon as Din carried you inside.

He laid you down, and took off his helmet first. Usually, it was the last thing to go, and you were already in darkness when it happened. You have never actually watched it happen, how he has to click off a few latches underneath the sides before it comes off, and the hiss that you always hear isn’t so much a seal, but the air coming out from inside.

It doesn’t take long for you to both be completely bare in front of each other in the broad daylight of Naboo’s sun streaming in the small window. You can’t take your eyes off him the entire time, and you make good on your promise of making him feel sexy. Loved. Wanted.

You spend hours there, learning his facial expressions when you go down on him, and watching how he lets go completely under your gaze. He never blinks away, never hides his face - just lets you watch him like he watches you, in complete admiration.

When he finally slides inside of you, you savour the image of your hands on his face, his lips slightly apart and his eyes half lidded as he sighs your name over and over.

You tell him what he looks like, how good he is, how incredible he makes you feel until that redness comes back through his tanned skin and he’s shouting your name - not into darkness, but into the day, and when he kisses you as he shatters, it feels exactly how it should. Exactly how it always has and always will. Like home.

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[charnelhouse]

you became all the things I wished for, all the things I hoped

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader Words: 1.3K Warning: smut. pregnancy symptoms. body insecurities. fluff. Request: You get pregnant. Din gets even more possessive. 

You don’t plan it. 

Of course, not. 

You just stop being careful.

You miss your cycle. You start feeling so nauseous that you have to go lie down on Din’s cot during hyper-jump. 

Even the sex is different. Charged. Sensitive. 

Din sucks on the peak of your tit, teeth nibbling over the swollen flesh and you lurch underneath him. “Sorry,” you mutter. “They’re so sore.”

He combs your hair back, stroking your cheek. “Want me to stop?”

No. Never.

And then Din slides between your legs, hitching your thighs over his shoulder so he can lick into you. He presses his tongue deep - devouring you in a way that would make anyone blush from the messiness of it. 

He sits up on his heels, slipping his cum-slick fingers into his mouth.

“You taste different,” he remarks - the lewd, wet noise punching the air as he savors it.

You rise up on your elbows. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Sweeter,” he suggests. “Not in a bad way.”

You’ve been deliberately obtuse. You know you have. You know exactly what’s wrong with you and so you reach for Din’s hand that is resting on your thigh and bring it up to your belly.  

“I think…I think that I might be…“

Din’s eyebrows escape his forehead.

**

“What do you want to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are - are you okay with this?”

“Yes,” you murmur, running your palm over your stomach - thinking about a little bundle of cells growing and growing. “I think.”

“You think?”

“I don’t know,” you exhale sharply. “I’m nervous.”

Din moves behind you, planting his thighs around your own as he trails his fingers over the tops of your hands. “Why?” he soothes. “We’ve already parented one kid.”

“A jedi-kid.”

Din laughs. “Pretty girl,” he assures you. “It’ll be okay. I doubt we can fuck it up more than anyone else.”

**

Din is normally quite possessive. He is protective to a fault. 

With you pregnant, it’s like these attributes have been dialed up to an eleven. 

You aren’t pissed, but you are exasperated. He keeps an arm wrapped around your shoulders when they walk through crowded streets. He refuses to let you go on a hunt by yourself. Din takes bounties on the safer, easier planets. Planets spotted with Medcenters should anything go wrong with you.

When you start showing, it’s even more pronounced. Everyone wants to touch you, congratulate you - eyes shifting between the tower of Beskar that clings to your side like a stretched, flickering shadow and your very round belly. 

You’re half of yourself - functioning on no energy and throbbing joints. You take constant naps. You ask Din to go into town and grab you every street food offered. Grogu is beside himself, climbing into your lap and pressing his oversized ear to your stomach as he babbles. 

It’s horrifically cute and you always catch Din staring at the both of you. An expression you are sure is something akin to joy or mirth or disbelief even with his helmet in place. 

**

They travel to Mos Pelgo where it’s quiet - where it’s warm sand and trustworthy citizens - well most of them.

Peli had taken one look at your belly and announced that she would not be babysitting any more Mandalorian kids. Of course, she turned right around and offered you some pointers - some old wive’s tales about giving birth in a cave or under a full moon.

When Cobb spots you and your condition, his mouth splits into a shit-eating grin and he lifts you up into his arms and spins you around, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.

“Well - you two have certainly been busy!”

Din seethes - immediately wrenching you out of his arms and setting you down gently.

“Don’t be rough with her,” he hisses as Cobb laughs and laughs.

“Oh knock it off, Mando,” you snap. “He was fine.”

And then Din pouts for hours - stewing in the corner as Cobb catches you both up on the raids and the truces and the lack of krayt dragons.

Cobb buys them a room at the local inn and you kiss the frown off Din’s face. You’ve been ravenous for sex - more than usual. Even though you feel gross and heavy - sweating in all sorts of crevices and operating with all the grace of a Bantha. You drop to your knees to swallow his cock - tongue the slit at the head just right so he gasps. You let him fuck into you from behind, his broad hand spread across your belly as his thumb flicks over your clit. He nuzzles his face into your throat, sinks his teeth into the vein that pulses steadily beneath your jaw.

“You get so much wetter, mesh’la,” he growls as each pump of his cock juts you upward, making you cry out. The bruising rhythm of his hip snapping against your ass. The sharp, short strokes that spear you somewhere soft.

He fucks you thoroughly - fucks you until he fills you with warm spurts of seed and then he’s once again putting himself between your legs. You can only see the disheveled curls of his hair peeking up above your swelling belly but you feel the way his spit-slick fingers breach your fluttering cunt, wedge through his cum and punch against a pleasure point that makes you buck beneath him.

“Beautiful girl,” he husks. “Beautiful fucking girl - you perfect thing.”

You fall apart - go boneless - and Din can’t get enough. The both of you slip between slumber and fucking and frantic, open-mouthed kisses.

“You look so good like this,” he sighs. “So good with you full of my baby.”

**

“Ugh,” you groan. “I’m huge.”

Din doesn’t turn around - his visor is pinned to the next hyperspace pathway. 

“You’re gorgeous,” he returns, flicking at buttons before shoving at the thruster. 

Grogu is sitting upright on your belly, his little body a warm comfort as he squeaks whenever the baby kicks. 

“You’re gonna have to roll me into Navarro.”

“Of course,” he acknowledges.

Din had contacted Karga who - like Grogu and Cobb - was beside himself at the news that you were about to pop with Din Djarin’s kid. 

“Mando!” he crowed. “I never thought I’d see the day. You two will make beautiful children. How wonderful! You must come here. We have a new Medcenter…”

“He’s never even seen your face,” you point out.

“I know.”

You weren’t exactly scared of childbirth. You’d dealt with enough pain in your life - enough blaster wounds and broken bones and knives to the gut. 

You were - however - going to milk it for all it was worth.

“Will you buy me a new vibroblade?”

“For?”

“When my vagina snaps off while I give birth to your big-headed kid.”

“Naturally.”

You simper, rubbing at Grogu’s tiny brow.

Victory.

Din shakes his head in what you assume is amusement. 

“You’re gonna be the best big brother, Grogu,” you purr as the tiny green boy turns to look at you with a toothy smile. He chirps enthusiastically and Din spins his chair around, tilting his helmet to regard you both. 

There’s a beat of silence - a thoughtful air as he stares at you.

“You’re going to be a good mother,” he states as he moves his leather glove to your knee and squeezes. “The best mother.”

Your eyes burn and you suck your lower lip between your teeth. Your throat thickening with emotion. Fuck Fuck Fuck. 

Your hormones have run amok - torn free and made you a sensitive pool of sap. It’s highly embarrassing. 

Regardless, Din’s grip on your knee is a balm - a point of leverage as his visor stays locked on your face and he makes soft, soothing mouth sounds to ease you. Perhaps, he’s slightly alarmed that you’re on the brink of bursting into tears and he’s the cause for it.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. “I’m sorry - that’s just - fuck - that was just so nice of you.”

“It was the truth,” he shrugs.

You are always shocked at Din’s reasonableness - his plain logic and ability to stay present even when you’re scared shitless for the future. 

Suddenly, you imagine a vision of him with their child - even in all his Beskar - cradling the infant to his chest as he hums something old from Mandalore - most likely having to make up half the tune along the way. 

You offer him a wet smile, laughing as you wipe at your eyes. 

“You okay?” he asks, thumb sweeping over the bend in your knee.

“Yeah,” you answer. “Now - I am.”

Part Two

[littlepadika]

Hi!! Can I please request 💕Din, 🔥enemies to lovers, 💅dom!reader ??? Thank you!!☺️☺️☺️

OOOH I love dom!reader with Din mwahahaha this one is hot and takes a nosedive into soft. Your fave @axshadows?

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Male receiving oral, Dom reader

Din despised you. Whenever he'd be close to catching a bounty you would swoop in and finish the job yourself, stealing his thunder. You didn't do any work yourself. Din tried everything to shake you from his trail. He tried to lay a trap, he tried to split the reward, he even tried to kill you once. Nothing worked. You always slipped through his grasp.

Your conflict was coming to a head as Karga was tired of the constant bickering.

"Work it out you two or no pucks."

"Find someone else to steal from." Din glared up at you from his seat.

"But I like annoying you, Mando." You smirked. "Fine..." You groaned dramatically. "How about a deal? We both go after the same bounty. If you get him first then I'll leave you alone."

"You'll just come and steal it at the last second like you always do." Din shook his head.

"I'll play fair. I'll even give you a head start."

"I don't need a head start." Din leaned forward menacingly only you weren't scared at all. In fact you smiled.

"Let me finish." You held up your hands. "If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, things proceed as usual and you can't complain. Do we have a deal?"

"If I win, you should give me all the credits you stole from me."

"No way. Finders keepers."

Din grit his teeth under his helmet. Your little grin made something inside him ball up tight and sometimes he just wanted to throw you over his lap and-and- he didn't let himself think those things right now.

"I want a better deal." He folded his arms.

"You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. I'm perfectly happy with our current arrangement."

You loved playing with Mando, making him stutter and sigh. It started off as a power trip, making a Mandalorian putty in your hands. He tried to kill you once but he hesitated at the last moment. You realized his hatred for you wasn't pure, it was tangled with need. You knew he would miss you if you just left him by himself and you sure as hell would miss him too.

"How about..." You saunter over to him, perching yourself on the table in front of him. You saw him stiffen immediately, clenching his hands into fists on the seat below. "If you win... you can do whatever you want to me. You could try and kill me again, but something tells me that's not what you really want." You watched as the visor of his helmet turned towards you. You felt your heart pound faster knowing you had him in your grasp. "See... you could shut me up with a bullet in my skull or with your cock in my mouth. Decisions decisions, Mando."

With you left him dumbstruck at the table.

"Karga- We've reached a deal. One puck and we'll make it a race."

"One puck huh?"

"And don't make it an easy one." You hold your hand out. Karga rolls his eyes shoving two pucks into your hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a close one. Both of you were at the same cantina spying on the target. You happened to have more natural assests that drew the targets attention. What an idiot, you smirked ready to drop the sedative into his glass. What you didn't expect was for Din to blast the idiot to hell from across the cantina.

"I win." Din cheered, strolling up to pull the lifeless body off the counter.

"We said bring him in warm!" You glared at Mando.

"We never agreed on that."

"Didn't we?" You frowned.

Mando shook his head. He lugged the body over his shoulder with ease. "Come on, let's get out of here before the imps are on us."

Outside on the street it hit you that Mando won the bet technically. This would maybe be the last time you saw him if what he asked as reward was for you to leave him forever. The warmth in the pit of your stomach hoped that he'd ask for something different.

"You won, Mando." You stopped at the end of the street. He turned, the bounty still on his shoulder. "My ship is that way. Shall I take off never to return?"

The breeze made his cape flutter, but otherwise he was a statue. Conversely it made you squirm where you stood, tugging at your shirt which now felt too tight for some reason.

"No." He said quietly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Will you let me put the bounty away before we talk?"

"Fine." You shrugged nonchalantly though you were still nervous. "Lead on."

You had never been on Mando's ship before. It was dirty and breaking down but it softened him. Gave him some personality. He was less intimidating. The clutter and dusty knick knacks made him so human.

"So..." You place your hands on your hips trying to project confidence though you were becoming more and more anxious. "What'll it be, Mando?" Was this the end?

Din was freaking out. He stood on a shaky pedestal he had built to stand up to you. He had only pretended to be arrogant and capable. He played into his appeal towards you but now the game had ended. He was proud of his abilities to catch bounties, track targets, to kill, but his confidence ended there. He had no skills when it came to sex let alone with pretty women like you. You expected so much from him from the way you teased and talked crudely. Din knew he’d never live up to that. He didn’t even know where to start. His desire was bottled up in him with no clear outlet. Just a general direction towards you.

"Mando?" Your gaze softened a little. You realized perhaps he wasn’t going to send you away. You almost smiled as he rocked on his heels. The nervous tick was strangely endearing.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want-" Din struggled to find the words. "What you said in the cantina. You said I could silence you..."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What did you say? You couldn’t remember-

"When you said I could put my-my cock in your mouth." Din felt his cheeks heat up. He felt himself harden in is pants just at the dirty word.

"Did I say that?" You chuckled. “I guess I did. Is that what you want?"

Din nodded. He waited for you to take charge, tell him what to do, but for some strange reason you were waiting for him.

"You've never done this have you?" You realized, your smile falling off your face. You felt bad for how you treated him this whole time. Maker, you probably made him uncomfortable.

"No." Din looked down in shame. "Fuck-This was dumb. Just go away."

"Mando..." You stepped towards him placing a hand on his arm. The first time you've really touched him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging. Most guys don’t like me to be in charge.”

Din cringed further at the mention of your copious previous experience.

“Mando… look at me please-“ and he did feeling some of his dread subside. Your warm reassuring hand felt so good. “I'm happy to show you everything. I want to make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He wanted to explain himself, give excuses for his lack of experience, but the truth was he hadn’t found anyone he was interested in until you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now will you let me do this for you?” He looked at you, searching for honesty. There wasn’t a hint of disgust or doubt on your face.

Din nodded, feeling his stomach lurch in excitement. He felt safe with you which was another completely foreign feeling for him.

“Thank you, good boy.” The word shot through him, making him stand up straighter. You chuckled. “You like that?”

Din nodded shyly.

“Go and sit down.” You pointed at the crate against the wall. Din obeyed looking at you again for acknowledgement. You smiled kneeling down below him. “Good boy. See you’re a pro already.” Din blushed at your praise wanting to continue pleasing you. You slid your hands up his thighs slowly. “You can stop me at any point. Just say stop. My only rule is you have to tell me if I’m making you feel good. I wanna hear you.”

Din nodded his understanding. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” He said.

“Good boy. I know you can’t remove your armor which is fine. But can I take your cock out?”

Din nodded biting his lip. His dick was already straining against its confines. He exhaled sharply as you tugged down his waistband just far enough to pull him out. The only piece of skin exposed.

“You’re beautiful, Mando.” You cooed, stroking the warm length gently. You couldn’t wait to feel him in your mouth. A low broken cry cracked the voicecoder. “That’s it… feel good baby?” You stare right into his visor. Din swallowed harshly and nodded rapidly trying to keep from blowing his load.

“Tell me.” You reminded him of the rule.

“Yes!” He huffed. “It feels good. Please more.”

“We’re just getting started.” You promised opening you mouth and letting a dollop of saliva hit the head of his cock.”

“Oh Kriff…” Din pounded his fist against the crate. You continued your slow movements. You didn’t want to push him. He seemed lost in pleasure and you felt yourself warm at his trust in you. You slowly lowered your mouth on him, keeping your suction soft. He whined above you, his thighs flexing under your hands. You flicked your eyes up to him. His head was thrown back. You could see just a small slice of golden neck. He was sucking air between his teeth. The edges of the crate groaned under his grip.

“So-so good.” He mumbled between shallow breaths. You chuckled. He was trying so hard poor thing.

“It’s okay if you cum, Mando. I want you to.”

“But-“ Din’s hips jerked up into your hands. “What about you? I want to- I want-“

“Shh I know baby boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. Already wanting to jump ahead. “We’ll get there but first you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

And almost on instinct he did, hunching over as ropes and ropes slid into your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He croaked. It was better than anything he had done on his own. Your hot mouth and tongue had brought him so high only to let him plummet into his pleasure with no safety net. He was totally out of control. He didn’t hate it though. He loved it. He wanted more.

He came so much it made your pussy tighten longingly. His groans and sighs were gorgeous. You moaned, getting the last drops.

“Good boy…” You started stroking him back to full mast again. Surging with control and pride.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[tits-fisto]

Mercy

Boba likes to make Din watch while he ruins him.

For the kinktober prompt mirror sex.

Read below the cut or on AO3

Din and Boba have been Riduur for just under a year now, and Din is still adjusting. 

He has a sneaking suspicion that he will be adjusting for the rest of his life, but that thought doesn’t scare him as much as he thinks it should. But hell, as much as he might say otherwise, you don’t accidentally become the Mand’alor because you like the quiet life. 

While they’d been having sex for quite a while before they spoke the riduurok, there was one major adjustment that came with their marriage. 

According to the code that Din has lived his life by since he was rescued by his Buir, now that they are married, Din can remove his helmet in front of Boba.

Boba has always been so respectful of Din’s code. Never in any of the time that they had been romantically involved had he ever suggested they circumvent the rules – no blindfolds or darkened rooms. Boba never pressed him or pressured him into anything he didn't want.

Whenever Din is on Tatooine, he walks beside the Daimyo as he does his daily walk through Mos Eisley. Boba has his helmet tucked under his arm, so he can smile at the children that run up with gifts of fruit and jerky for their Daimyo. They started to bring things for Din too. If Grogu is with them he can easily pass the fruit to his constantly hungry ad, and if he isn’t then Boba calmly explains that Din can’t take his helmet off. Din promises to eat what they’ve given him later, and hopes they aren't too disappointed. 

Boba walks with his head held high, face naked for all to see. Din wears his beskar proudly and hides his face beneath his helmet. They are both Mandalorian. 

It was an adjustment to his beliefs, and one Din is glad he made –  Boba has more mandokar in him than anyone Din has ever known. 

If anything, their wedding really pissed off Kryze. That was as good a reason as any to marry Boba in Din’s books, and vice versa. Boba puts a lot of energy into annoying her, and Din can’t even pretend to disapprove.

The ability to reveal his true face to Boba had opened up a whole new world for Din – and not just sexually. He enjoys the quiet moments that he, Boba and Grogu share – when they can eat together behind locked doors. He treasures the moments they spend as a family.

But… Well. Din has always enjoyed getting his cock sucked. He didn't expect to enjoy sucking cock as much as he does. Kissing is good too. Really good actually.

There are other things too – like how Boba is currently ruining him in front of the gilded mirror in his quarters. 

It's not that he's unused to seeing his own face - he’s shaved since he was fifteen years old and that’s always been easiest with a mirror. He is just very unused to seeing his face like this – with the blush high on his cheeks and his pupils blown wide, lips kiss bitten and plump. 

Boba loves it. 

“Oh Cyare,” he murmurs, driving his hips forwards into Din’s ass. “You look beautiful.”

Din whimpers as Boba presses deep, the leather straps biting into the soft skin of his backside. Boba grinds against the base of the strap, pressing even deeper into Din than before.

“I love to fuck you like this,” Boba croons, working himself on the base of the strap. “I can see your cockdumb face while you take me.” 

He pulls out and slams back in, and it takes everything Din has in him to stop his arms from crumpling beneath him. 

“You take it so well,” Boba groans while Din whimpers, Boba nailing his prostate dead on with every hard thrust. “So good, Cyare.”

It gets harder and harder to hold himself up with Boba’s hands pressing hard bruises into his hips, ruining Din without a drop of mercy in him. 

Boba has mercy in him – much more than he likes to admit – but not for Din, Not here. Not now. Din loves him for it more than he can say.

He chokes as another thrust makes his elbows fold, but he manages to save himself. When he gets his arms back under him and looks into the mirror, he catches sight of Boba’s wickedly pleased grin in the mirror. There is sweat dripping down his chest and his scars are stretched over his rippling muscles, and his eyes bore into Din’s as he fucks him ruthlessly.

The ridges of Boba’s strap are purposefully designed to reduce Din to shreds, he just knows it. If anyone can get a dildo specially designed for their partner, it would be the Daimyo of Tatooine, it would be Boba. He’s got underworld contacts Din can’t even dream of.

One of said ridges is sliding insistently on his prostate. It’s too much, too good, and Din’s arms finally crumple beneath him. As his cheek hits the cool stone Boba growls his pleasure, angling his hips to drive Din further into the floor with every thrust. His hands scrabble on the smooth tile as the ridges slide along every sensitive surface inside him. 

He’s pretty sure he’s drooling. He can’t be sure, because Boba is fucking him so hard he can’t feel anything that isn’t him. The hard shaft inside him, the straps and buckles that bite into his ass. Boba’s hard muscled thighs against his own, the way Boba’s fingers are digging purple bruises into his hips.

Boba is everything. Everywhere. 

“C’mere,” Boba says.

One of his thick arms wraps around Din’s chest and Din shouts as he’s hauled upright. The angle of their new position has the strap working right against his prostate even harder than before. Not only that, but Boba’s other hand snakes down his stomach and begins to massage his balls.

“Open your eyes,” Boba rumbles against his ear. “Let me see you.”

It takes everything Din has in him to open his eyes. His cock jumps when he sees his reflection.

Tears are streaming down his cheeks, which are as flushed as they ever get. His skin is beaded with sweat, thighs visibly trembling as Boba grinds into him. Boba though – Boba is gorgeous. His chin is resting on Din’s shoulder, one hand squeezing his balls. His grin is downright evil. 

All his muscles – and he has a lot of them – are tensed and bulging as he uses every ounce of his strength to take Din apart. By the Ka’ra, Din loves him. His entire awareness is focussed on Din, and he has a lot of focus to give.

Boba is a force of nature. Being caught in his arms, being the focus of his attention – it’s like bathing naked in the light of the twin suns.

Boba’s thick fingers hook around his jaw, turning his face so that he can’t look anywhere but Boba’s deep brown eyes. 

“Look at you, Mand’alor,” Boba croons. “If only they knew how gorgeous you are. I’d have to fight off a lot more competition than I do already.”

Din suckles desperately on his fingers.

“Beautiful thing,” Boba says. He squeezes Din’s balls hard – so hard he’d scream if he wasn't wrapping his tongue hungrily around Boba’s fingers. 

“All for me,” Boba says. “This,” – he squeezes again and Din moans – “is all mine.” 

If Boba’s fingers weren’t in his mouth he’d say yes. 

Yes – Always, ner Riduur. 

Always, ner Cyare.

Boba moves his hand from Din’s balls to his shaft. Din chokes on his fingers, wanting to whine or whimper but he can’t. All he can do is take it, take whatever Boba wants to give him, and take it gladly. 

Fuck, he’ll take it every day for the rest of his life if he’s able.

The wonderfully, perfectly, blaster-calloused pads of Boba’s fingertips catch the sensitive spot under his cockhead. At the same time, a particularly brutal thrust nails Din’s prostate and he comes hard. His thighs shake and he moans around Boba’s thick fingers, drool spilling down his chin as he chokes. 

Boba keeps playing with his cock, tugging it as the spurts of cum slow down to nothing more than a dribble. He keeps fucking Din hard, nailing his prostate and sending bolts of electricity through his body, until he completely whites out – lost in the storm of pleasure and pain. 

He comes too only a few seconds later, with Boba still grinding slowly into him and kissing his neck. His hand is no longer in Din’s mouth, instead he’s petting Din’s chest gently as the kisses move down his neck to his shoulder.

They make eye contact in the mirror, and Boba grins.

Cum is dripping down the silvered glass, and Din looks even more ruined than he was before, his cock still twitching in Boba’s hand. He whimpers as Boba grinds into him again.

“Oh, ner Riduur,” Boba groans into Din’s ear, sending shivers down his spine. “I am going to ruin you.”

The noise Din makes in response to that is pure uninhibited want.

Boba laughs and suddenly Din is back on the floor, gazing at his own tear streamed face in the mirror. Boba starts pounding into him once more, completely merciless as Din howls his pleasure pain into the stone tiles. 

Boba never has any mercy for him, and Din will take everything he is given for the rest of his days.

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[indianamoonshine]

Girl Talk | Din Djarin x Reader | Oneshot

Summary: What does a gal do when she’s just been railed by the most notorious bounty hunter in The Galaxy? Call her best friend of course.

A/N: Just something to tide you over until the next installment of Strawberry! I have anxiety and I need to busy my hands without thinking too much! This takes place after season 2!

There’s a crackling on the other end of the receiver. The telegraph service majorly bites out here on Besiana, which has been dubbed “the trench of The Galaxy”. Getting connected to Gabriele at all is a miracle in itself, though not without exploiting a few (somewhat) illegal hacks by yours truly.

Hells, not even this shitty phoning service can put you in a sour mood.

When Gabriele’s voice sounds at the other end, it gives the air that he’s just awoken from a heavy sleep or he’s suffering a hangover. Probably both. “Now what the hell are you doing all the way out in butt-fucking-nowh…” he starts.

You’re quick to cut him off. “Take a guess.”

Gabriele groans and there’s a rummaging in the background. Something sounds as though it falls off a surface - his alarm clock, probably. He must be in the inner rim somewhere.

“Miss girl, I don’t have time to play these games with you. My head is pounding. Now tell me why you’re in the catacombs of The Galaxy’s ass and…”

Behind you, a body shuffles from outside the refresher door. Your heart thuds rambunctiously in your chest as you carefully peer through a crack of the opening. Din Djarin - The Galaxy’s most notorious Mandalorian- is taking a seat with his rifle in hand. You watch as he begins to disassemble it with great technical precision. Something about watching him take apart his weapon causes your stomach to flutter.

And your knees to weaken.

“I just had sex,” you tell him in a whisper.

Gabriele is silent on the other end for a moment and then lets out a sigh of great disappointment. “Congratulations. I’m going back to bed. Goodnight.”

“The best sex of my life.”

There’s another pause. “Oh?” His interest has piqued, voice more alert at the prospect of juicy gossip. After all, what were best friends for?

You let this linger in the air for a minute, just to marinate his curiosity, and then peek at Din again. He’s taking a rag and wiping the barrel of the rifle; if it weren’t for the helmet upon his head, you’d swear he was concentrating with furrowed and ascetic brow.

“Do you remember that Mandalorian who made a giant fuss a couple of years ago?” you inquire lowly, eyes unable to leave the steadiness of Din’s deft hands.

Those hands. You have to stop yourself from moaning at the recent memories. You swear you can still feel the ghostly sear they left in their wake. The naked skin upon your hips tingles at the sheer recollection, the slick still upon your thighs all-too prevalent.

“You’re lying,” is what Gabriele gasps, absolutely scandalized. You imagine him shooting up in bed and covering his mouth in awe. He was always so dramatic but you couldn’t blame him if he did. This was the exact reaction you were hoping for.

Din grabs another piece of his rifle and starts up again. You have to tear yourself away from looking at him and instead surmise yourself in the mirror. It isn’t very big in any sense of the word but it’ll do. You take a look at your face (blushed and bright) and then your eyes (dazed and dick-drunk). Hells, this man has ruined you.

“I know you have questions,” you reply, tapping at your cheeks. They feel softer somehow.

Gabriele squeaks a bit under his breath. “Did he take off his helmet?”

You shake your head, though he can’t see it. “No. And I think it awoken something in me.”

He tsks. “Damn. I wanna know what he looks like. Okay…”

“I know he’s a brunette,” you say slyly.

Gabriele shrieks at the other end and you have to angle the receiver away with a laugh. “Is it big?”

You recall the tactical consideration- albeit brief - it took to get his dick in your mouth. You did it though, ‘ole girl. You tap yourself on the shoulder with a proud grin.

“Oh, it is. It’s…it’s very nice.”

You find yourself looking out the door again. Din’s moved onto another gun - he’s already put together the last. You grow weary at the sight of his gloved hands alone, but when your eyes trail downwards you find yourself swallowing something thick in your throat. Which in turn, of course, reminds you of the tanginess still lingering upon your tongue.

“Gabriele,” you say seriously, voice so low you can barely hear yourself. “I came eight times.”

“Shut up. You did not.” Gabriele sounds more than just excited - now he sounds jealous. You can’t help but giggle.

You raise a hand to your chest in a show of honesty. “I mean it. Eight times. He went down on me for an hour.”

“I thought you said he didn’t take off his helmet?” Gabriele asks suspiciously.

You chuckle lowly. “Oh, that’s where it gets really good.”

Gabriele - one of the biggest sluts in The goddamned Galaxy - was no stranger to sex. So when you tell him that you were blindfolded during this portion of an absolute wild ride, you’re shocked to find him screeching once more.

You’re about to continue - to confide in him about the brutal rhythm of the ordeal - until a knock startles you. You press the receiver against your chest, still flushed and naked from the previous romp.

Din calls your name from the other side of the door. “Are you alright?”

You freeze, contemplating on everything you could say to this most bland of questions. “I’ll be out in a moment!” you decide, scolding yourself for being so timid. You were at the end of his dick a half-hour ago.

Din mumbles something and then departs. After he’s within a safe distance, you quickly raise the receiver and say, “I have to go. But I’ll tell you everything later.”

Gabriele gawks, “Was that him?”

You roll your eyes. “Yes. Now I really have to go.”

“Oh my gods, okay. Fine.”

You smile, clutching at the durasteel of the phone. “Promise. Love you.”

Your best friend sighs theatrically. “Love you too. Be safe, okay? I don’t even know who I’d call to go after him if something happened to you. No one would be stupid enough.”

The idea of Din doing anything to put you in harm’s way is inconceivable. You’ve only known him for a short amount of time - a couple of weeks at most - but you already trust him with your life.

“I’d die a happy woman,” you joke.

A short while later, you exit the refresher with sopping, clean hair and any traces of sex scrubbed away from between your legs. Din���s allowed you to wear one of his night shirts (an honor in itself) because your clothes had been soiled.

Din is placing his rifle upon its rack when you sneak by for the kitchen. You pour yourself a cup of Java - black, unfortunately, because of Din’s lack of sweet tooth. The liquid is steaming hot so you blow on it before bringing it to your lips.

“Do you want one?” you ask him, taking a sip. It burns. “Oof.”

Din turns, armor somehow so dexterous in its bulk. “No, thank you. But…”

In a surprising move, Din reaches for your hips and pulls you flush against him, ignoring the mug altogether. You shriek, worried it might spill, and set it upon the countertop, but he pays little to no mind.

“You took awhile,” he mumbles, hands grasping at the flesh of your hips. They’ve already been treated so roughly today, and now you were sure there’d be bruising. Good.

You chew at your bottom lip, desperate to know what his eyes might look like. You imagine he has dark eyes - like the color of the sky at nightfall. Maybe they became brighter in the light of the suns. Maybe they crinkled when he laughed - if he were capable of that, anyway. You’ve yet to hear such music.

“I didn’t realize you were waiting for me,” you confess, avoiding the steel gaze of his faceplate.

Din hums under his breath and taps your chin, lifting it just barely so that you can meet his stare. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

You shrug, fluttering your lashes in a vain attempt to remain mysterious.

Din reaches for something behind you and reveals a scrap of fabric. “How about we try for nine?” The modulator of his helmet crackles a bit, causing his voice to sound more severe than what he may have liked.

But it does something to you.

You nod sweetly, a tiny grin threatening to sneak its way upon your face, before he takes you within his arms and lifts you upon the counter.

A shrieking, but playful, giggle bursts from your lips. “Din!” you chide, but tie the fabric around your eyes all the same.

The hiss of his helmet sounds, notifying you that he’s revealing himself to the elements now. You can hear his natural breath and feel the way it fans against your collarbones before he kisses you fiercely.

“Let me give you something to really talk about.”

[thefanbasewhore]

Danger.

Summary: Din warned you not to follow him, it’s too dangerous. His instructions were clear, you stay in town while he goes to fight the Krayt Dragon, but if the baby gets to go, why can’t you? 

Warning/Content: This is short but violence, ya know the usual. Angry Din with some yelling but they make up in the end. Din sees reader cry for the first time. 

Paring: Din Djarin/Female Reader 

A loud gasp falls from between your lips as you watched another body wrapped in tan cloth is thrown into the sand only feet away, blood splatters feet away, painting your skin with effortless strokes.  The air felt thick from all of this tension, the mixture of blood and sweat filled the air. The sand was spotted with blood, the first attempt at blowing the dragon up failed, instead Mando began to fly around, distracting it, you could see him but he couldn’t see you, maybe it was better that way, but without a doubt he was right, you should not be here.  There’s a whoosh of air that knocks the Mandalorian inches from the rock you’re taking shelter behind. He must be a little disoriented as slowly lifted himself to his knees, hand out in front of him for support. 

This was a terrible idea, Din pretty much spent all of yesterday telling that you can’t go no matter how much you think you can handle it, he wasn’t putting you down, didn’t once say you’re not good enough, just more training before putting yourself out like that. Naturally, you disagreed with him. After spending a year and a few months together training, being with him but like usual Din was so right. 

 Here you are, hyperventilating against a bumpy rock that is digging so roughly in your back that there must be blood. With a light head shake of pain he looks directly at you, thank god his face is covered, not wanting to see just how angry he was.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?!”  His voice is loud, snapping at you with venom. “I told you no!” His eyes dart past you, towards the dragon. “Stay here don’t move until I get back. I mean it.” 

His tone is not one to mess with, you don’t move you barely breath as the whooshing of his jet pack flies past. Peering over the rock you couldn’t help but notice Din positioning, still as he holds onto the animal but the Krayt Dragon coming right for him. 

Before you know it, your feet are running towards him, mouth opening to yell his name but the jaws of the beast take him instead. There is no more breath inside your body, throat starting to close making it hard to even think, a dull ache fills your chest as you try to rub it away.

Vision starts to blur but you wipe it away quickly as a chorus of cheers fill the air. Din is flying above that carcass of the dragon, covered in a thick, green slime but alive to say the least. 

You don’t dare move a muscle, but even if you wanted to you don’t think you can. It all flashed before your eyes, living this life with Din wasn’t much but it was better then the one you had before. Your heart is beating so fast it’s suffocating, heat filling cheeks, turning them red from either the sun or the mass hysteria that almost was. So deep in thought you don’t noticing the Mandalorian standing in your personal space, arms wrapped across his chest, his tone is displeased. “Let’s go.” 

Not saying anything you shakily following behind him. The Mandalorian does not bother to look back, at least five feet in front of you walking in complete silence. And to be honest it scared you. Sure, Din would get annoyed, grumble to himself, but never ever has he been so angry at you. With how long you have been traveling together, Din was never quiet. 

The silence last about a full half an hour, trying to calm down before speaking to him. “Din, I’m sorry.” 

Once again, nothing was said. You sigh, catching up at him, hand meeting with the leather of his forearm, closer to the skin then his armor, silently begging him to look at you. “Din, Please. I’m sorry. I - ”

“No.” He mumbles. Usually he would love your close proximity, smelling the sweet floral perfume, feeling the heat of your body he scowled away. “You don’t get to Din please me! You get no say at all right now! I asked you to stay back, I asked you for one thing.”

“Din, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thin-”

“Wasn’t thinking?!” Din’s fist clench next to his side, a force a habit really. “For putting us both in danger? do you know what I would’ve did if you’ve gotten hurt or killed?! Not only did you put yourself in danger you put me in it too, I couldn’t think straight knowing you’re there! Who would take care of you if I died?!”

Despite the situation your skin heats up quickly at his words, blood bubbling underneath. “You’re one to talk! You willingly got eaten alive by it! What if you couldn’t get out?”

Din tries to talk but you keep going. “Don’t turn this around on me! I would not be the reason you died, and take care of me? You’re so full of yourself, I bet you go around telling everyone that the kid isn’t the only one you take care of.”

It clear Din doesn’t like what you’re saying, before you could even react he is an inch away from your face, finger rising in the air, poking your chest, it’s not hard at all, it doesn’t hurt but there to show you he means his words. “Don’t you talk about me like that. You know what I meant.. do not turn my words around on me.”

His close proximity along with the touch on your exposed chest, the heat of this planet making normal clothes almost impossible to bare made you blush, you wish it didn’t. “You can’t blame this all on me, you almost -.” 

You hate the way tears fill your eyes, throat clogs with emotion, cutting you off. Small hand meet with his chest plate, pushing it away. “You almost died.”

To say Din was stunned was an understatement, his jaw dropped under the helmet. Never, ever in the whole year since you joined him had he seen tears but man, he wish he never said a word. It made his heart sink, watching those eyes grow red, puffy with emotion as they slip past eyelashes. Emotion bubbles inside his own chest to match the loose sob that falls from your lips. The strongest woman he’s ever known.. breaking down in front of him and it’s all his fault. 

“Stop.” You didn’t mean to loose it like this, but it could not be helped. The yelling, the way his words burned against your heart. You choose to ignore his words, sniffling, avoiding his gaze at all costs. 

“Stop, please.” This time it was softer, almost like begging. His gloved hand, wrapping around your bare wrist gently, pulling you closer to him. “I’m sorry for yelling.”

Eyes are as wide as saucers as he places a soft hand against the nape of your neck, pulling gently to meet his forehead. It’s quiet for a few moments before he speaks. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“No, you’re right.” You mumble, surprised at the sudden touch of intimacy as his free hand cradles your cheek, angling your head to look up at him. The pad of his leather glove wipes the falling tears.

“That is no reason to make you cry, I’m sorry for yelling. I’m sorry for not realizing how much was at risk when I did that, I didn’t want to hurt you. I never want to.” His voice is low as he admits it, “You are the strongest woman I know, I never doubt you, you can fight, you can take care of yourself. I’m sorry for making you feel like you can’t because truthfully you care for me more than I ever did for you.”

You’re about to say something else but his words are out before you can even open your mouth. “I didn’t want you to come because I’m afraid to loose you.. you mean a lot to me and I’m too selfish to let the world have you.. for that I’m sorry.”

“Din.” Voice horse as pressing against his gloved hand, “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologize for wanting to keep me safe.”

“But I never want you to feel stuck, I’m sorry I said that to you, you can take care of yourself.”

“It’s not a big deal.” You argue, “I know you didn’t mean it, besides if there’s one person in all the galaxies, I know you’ll always be there to take care of me.”

He groans, “Don’t say that cyar’ika… I don’t like how it sounds. It’s undermining you, I didn’t mean it.”

The last of the tears begin to dry, but now that Din has finally made the move to hold you, comfort you he doesn’t want to let go, he wants it to be like this forever. 

“I know I’m difficult and that you -.” He doesn’t need to finish you already know what he’s going to say.

“I care for you Din. I always have.”

He pauses, “Good, because I love you.”

This makes your throat dry, but a happy smile curls against lips. “You do?”

“Mmmm.” He agrees, hand traveling from red cheeks, curling the tips of your hair to down your arm to where his hand meets your own. He doesn’t bother to curl his fingers with your own but instead gives you the choice, “Let’s go home.”

“Only if you promise to keep calling me cyar’ika.” Smaller fingers fill the gap between his own with a cheeky smile makes him chuckle.

“Don’t push your luck..” He waits a few seconds as his boots press forward, “Cyar’ika.”

The Mandalorian couldn’t never hold a grudge for long anyways

[melissa-kenobi]

Hiii Melissaaaaaa

If your requests are still open, can I request something smutty with Din Djarin please? I hope you had a wonderful day!!!

Love youuuu ❤

Hi Anon 💕

Hehe yes they are still open - well i had a peaceful day today- super nice not doing anything, slept in till late it was soo good. omg Smutty Din fml I love it. BTW, I may have gone super overboard with this but that's coz I have a vivid imagination! Also I love Din sm (maybe more than Obi - sorry sweetie).

Love you too anon xx

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Big - Din Djarin x Reader

"Off now."

Hands scrambling over your body as you quickly stripped off your clothes, shirt flown across the room as you stumbled around taking your trousers off, leaving you naked for Din's viewing. You stood shyly at the end of the bed, watching as your Mandalorians' helmet tilted to the side as he took you in, inch by inch, you were certain you could feel his eyes on you under the helmet as he peeled off his mustard coloured gloves - also flinging them across the room.

Your eyes glued to his fingers as your mouth dropped open slightly at the sight of his hands, his beautiful tanned hands, watching his digits thick as he clenched his fist. "Eyes up here cyare."

Almost instantly your head flicked back up as you looked at your naked self in the reflection of his helmet. Din was now mere inches away from you, you looked at yourself. Gosh you looked desperate, your face already blushing hard as you glanced down, wanting to avoid looking at youself. You also could feel how wet you were, almost dripping down your legs - he hadn't even touched you yet and you were already soaking wet for this man. Your eyes widened in surprise as they fell to a particular spot on Din.

Holy kriff!

You gulped loudly as you felt his rough fingers gently tip your chin up, your face lined with his as you looked at through his T visor. Your eyes flickering down once more as you took in his figure, well, more like his dick.

"You alright sweet girl?" He asked gently as he pressed his armoured body against your naked one. The coolness of the beskar made you gasp in shock as Din pushed two fingers into your open mouth - indirectly asking you to suck on them.

"I asked you a question sweet girl." He growled in your ear, the beskar helmet close enough to your ear that you hear his heavy breathing, picking up on the sounds he made that his modulator didn't. You let out a wanton moan as you sucked on his fingers, swirling around them as Din let out a little moan at your actions before pulling them out and pushing you roughly onto the bed.

"Let's see what else that mouth of yours can do." He warned, tone strict as he peeled off his armour, making you watch him from the bed, your eyes glued to that one spot. The one the place in-between your legs were begging for. Gosh, how badly you wanted to move from your spot and help him out his armour, but knowing Din, he would probably punish you. Your body inched forwards the tiniest amount, just wanting to feel your Mandalorian, touch him but before you could Din stopped you.

"No."

You whined, face slumped as your own hands trailed down your body, squeezing at your breasts, twisting the buds as you moaned out Din's name - well not his real name.

"Stop." Din commanded, halting your motions on buds as he glared at you though his helmet.

"Mando..." You whined in annoyance, watching as he slipped his curiass off, then his pauldrons and then slowly everything else, leaving him stark naked except for his Beskar helmet.

"What's my name sweet girl?" He growled as he crawled up your body, heat emancipating from him as he settled. His hands grasping yours as he brought them above your head, holding them still with one hand as he slipped the bottom part of his helmet up, revealing his beautiful lips. Din neared closer to your ear, trailing a kiss from your cheek to that sweet spot which always made you moan. His soft lips reaching the lobe of your ear before he roughly bit on the bottom of it, your mouth gapsing in surprise while your hips thrust upwards of their own accord.

"Say it." He growled deeply, his natural voice echoing in your ears as he used his other hand to squeeze your breasts gently.

"F-fuck, Din... please, Din, I-i need you..." You gasped out, his name tumbling from your lips in pleasure as he dipped two fingers in your pussy, before pulling out and circling your clit.

Din would be lying if he didn't love the sound of his name being moaned from your sinful lips, the high tone of it, laced with the pleasure he was giving you was more than enough to get him going.

"Kriff- you take me so well cyar'ika."

"I wa- I want you Din." Your voice wrecked, eyes watering as your writhed in pleasure, hips bucking until your felt something large poke your upper thigh - making you stop.

"Fuck- was that-?" You breathed heavily, kriff, you knew Din was big, just by looking at him, watching him walk, the way he held himself. Shit, your heart sped up at the thought of his cock sliding into you - your pussy being split open with his thick length. You were pretty sure you were dripping wet over Din's hands and sheets.

"Din- I don't thin-"

Din shushed you with a delicate finger placed on your lips - his head tilting at your body panting for him. "Lick it."

He spread his hand across your mouth as your tongue slid across the palm of his hand - spit covering his palm as he moaned in response. "Fuck- you liked that didn't you sweet girl? You're a filthy girl mesh'la."

Nodding in motion, you enjoyed the praise he gave you before he brought his wet palm down to his cock - gliding it easily up and down his length before placing his cock ontop of your belly. You let out a small gasp, the weight of his cock on your stomach made you look down - eyes never leaving his length as your mouth watered at the sight.

Maker he was massive, you were pretty sure he was going to break you. The tip of his cock leaked with pre-cum as he pumped himself on your body, your eyes travelled down as you saw the vein on the left side pop. His large hands only just covered the length of him, how you were going to fit him inside of you was mystery. Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, all you wanted right now was to take him in your mouth and taste him - kriff he probably tasted amazing.

"Din- can i-i ... I want to- I want you in my mouth." You stuttered out - eyes never leaving his grip on his cock.

The Mandalorian let out a low moan - head rolling back in pleasure at the thought of your mouth on him. But not today - he was on a mission, he wanted your pussy and your pussy only.

"You're gonna be the death of me. But not today sweet girl. I want your pussy." He pushed himself up, crawling up your body as his legs split yours wide open, ready to take him.

"Din, baby- y-you're so big. You're not gonn-"

The Mandalorians' helmet was in the way- he wanted to feel the way felt against him face, to smell your perfume as he thrust into you. To plant kisses across your neck while you writhed in pleausre with his cock buried deep inside of you. So he made a choice, he trusted you and you trusted him.

Din's deep voice rumbled as he flipped you over, your front hitting the bed as he pulled your hands above your head. His thick thigh spreading your legs as flung his helmet off to the side - resulting in a ragged gasp from you as he guided his cock into your pussy. His lips neared your ear as he kissed your neck, sucking and biting.

"I'm going to take care of you cyar'ika, gonna make you feel so good... you'll be feeling me for weeks mesh'la..."

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Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl

[charnelhouse]

give you something to go on

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: 18+, Explicit 

 Wordcount: +3K 

 Summary: The Mandalorian gets jealous.

 Warnings: Pre-Episode 1, filthy bathroom sex, semi-public smut, dirty talk, Din being stupid with his emotions

A/N: don’t ask me why Mando is so good at giving head. I don’t make the rules.

You didn’t mean to piss him off. It wasn’t a coordinated attack or a devious plan. 

You just...you just didn’t realize...

You’d told Mando that you’d get intel and yes you ended up using your eyes and your lips and the soft glide of your hands to get that intel, but still...how were you supposed to fucking know?

You’re curled up in one of the dirty, leather booths in a derelict cantina on the Outer Rim. Another bounty hunter - young and blonde and overly excited has the coordinates to a hijacked ship belonging to the Republic. 

You tilt your head - resting your chin in your palm as he drones on about his latest bounty - how he trekked through a vast sand dune and managed to single-handedly defeat a Gundark. Liar.

You flutter your lashes - gliding your tongue along your lower lip to taste the tang from your drink. “Did you really?”

He grins - combing a hand through his thick, golden hair. “I did.”

The conversation continues and with each moment, each wild narrative - he scoots closer to you - his hand brushing up against yours - his foot knocking your knee. He’s bought you round after round - your mouth now heavy with bitter rummy tonic. 

Suddenly - you feel something at your neck - the imprint of being watched - the heat of a predatory stare. You peer over your shoulder and nearly spill your cocktail. Mando is at the bar - standing perfectly still - an imposing statue of Beskar that shimmers silver-white under the dusty light of the cantina. The crowd has dispersed around him - too afraid to get within reach of his fist or his blaster.

Oh Maker.

Mando had been busy - he’d been doing repairs on the ship and well you just didn’t think he’d actually end up coming to the cantina. You hadn’t been gone that long and you did tell him you’d be getting the coordinates. 

You just failed to mention that it would be through flirtatious manipulation.

Regardless, it didn’t matter - shouldn’t matter because it’s not like Mando liked you.

Right?

You glance at him again. He looks fucking pissed. 

You’ve become quite good at reading him - the expressions hidden in the angles of his posture - the minute wrinkles in his cloak when he tenses or folds his arms over his broad chest. The way he tilts his helmet. The thick, muscular body that you just know is fucking perfect beneath all that shiny armor.

Coordinates. Coordinates. 

That’s why you’re here.

You flip your hair and turn back to the guy. He’s definitely a tad drunk - his lids heavy and a faint blush gliding along his cheekbones. You needed to speed this up. You lower your eyes and when you peer up at him, you offer your most devastating smile - the kind you’d utilized for years to get what you wanted. 

You had strength - you had unmatched reflexes and a killer shot, but you weren’t below using some harmless flirting to get information. 

The guy blinks at you - his hand clenching around his glass. Perfect.

“About those coordinates?” you purr.

***

You know you’re fucked when you feel a steel grip on your upper arm. It’s not tremendously painful, but it’s harsh - possessive. You gaze up at him and he’s looming over you - a hot barrier of gleaming armor. He looks terrifying. 

“I need you,” he growls. 

There’s no addition - no “for business” or “for the ship” or “a job”. It’s just a clear, concise I. Need. You. 

It could mean anything - it could mean nothing at all, but the pressure he’s using on your arm is telling you to listen to him or else. 

The kid’s hand flies to your wrist and Mando jerks with it - his other fist reflexively lurching to the handle of his blaster.

“We were - uh - still having drinks,” the boy says as you try to wriggle away from his clammy fingers. He’s handsome, but he’s also extremely annoying. 

“Fuck off,”  Mando replies before dragging you out of the booth - through the bar and down a narrow hallway.

You trip over your feet, your boots scuffing over dirt and spilled, sticky liquor as Mando pulls you into a cramped, shadowy bathroom. It’s packed with storage containers - a single bulb of light hangs limply from the ceiling. 

He hauls you to him- making you bounce against his chest before he pins you to the wall with his thigh between your legs. You feel caught - on display - an insect stretched and screwed to parchment for study. 

“What was that?” he accuses - incredulous.

You frown. “Me getting intel.”

He tilts his helmet - his fingers tightening around your arms. “No...that wasn’t.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes you have to use some old-fashioned flirting to get information.”

You can literally hear his jaw creak. He raises his gloved hand to your cheek - the warm leather curving around your chin. He’s breathing hard and you’re suddenly very - very - uncertain.

Finally - blessedly - he speaks. “I didn’t like it. I didn’t like when he touched you.”

“Well - I wasn’t going to let him do anything,” You grip his pauldrons- your palms slick with sweat as your understanding of “what this is” and “what this had been” vanishes completely.  

“I don’t care,” he spits as he thrusts his hands into your hair. “He thought he could and I just - I couldn’t stand there and watch him try.”

Where was this going? Mando was Mando - the man - the hunter - the block of solid steel who partnered with you to earn credits and sometimes commit illegal acts. He had never - not once - treated you with anything, but courteous respect.

This new side to him - this passionate, furious, possessive side - was startling.  

“Mando,” You press your thumb to his armor - trace a circle - a pattern into the Beskar. “It was just business.”

He’s silent, his visor fastened to your face - emotion-less as a blank droid. 

Your skin feels hot - your ears are ringing. “Why...why are you so upset?”

He exhales sharply before he cups your jaw - fingers massaging the bone - massaging you down to clay. “Isn’t it obvious?”

“No?” you falter.

He sighs, “You’re really going to make me say it out loud?”

Your head is spinning. He’s so close - burying you into the wall and it’s near-black in here - old light - leaking pipes and Mando’s heart thrums underneath your palm - through Beskar - through it all. You want to say yes. You want to say please.

“What if I show you?”

“Show me?” He brushes a lock of your hair off your forehead. 

“I’m better at that...not good with words...but...but I can show you.”

You nod - sucking your bottom lip between your teeth and chewing it to ruin. You’re nervous - your fingers are trembling against him - catching in his cape - and you’re so caught off guard by all this - by Mando and his jealousy and his apparent desire for you. 

Isn’t it obvious?

No, it certainly was not.

Mando’s already working your pants down your legs - his helmet pressed against your forehead. You want to kiss him - you want his mouth and tongue, but you’re also not sure what he’s willing to give you. You are blindly navigating through this - catching at threads of sensation and his dominating direction.

You settle for less.

“Can you take your gloves off?” and he’s tossing them, flinging them into the shadows without question.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs as he gets your boots off. His hands are blazing - silky and demanding as he curls his grip around the delicate skin of your knee. “Everyone in that bar couldn’t keep their eyes off you. It made me sick.”

“That - that’s not true,” you breathe as he lifts you forcefully and drops you on the sink - or whatever fucking stands in for a sink in this dump. 

He makes a soft mouth sound - his hands back to your face - your cheeks - anywhere and everywhere. “You know you’re beautiful. I-I shouldn’t even touch you like this.” You hear the zipper of his pants - the brush of wet skin and his knuckles running up the seam of your cotton-covered cunt. “Shouldn’t be fucking you in this dirty bathroom - treating you to this.”

“I like it,” you gasp as he hitches your underwear to the side. “I-I wanted you to fuck me - thought about it - thought about it since we first met.”

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck - I-I didn’t know. I thought you just tolerated me - you’re always keeping to yourself.”

Your conversation is stilted - accusations and misunderstandings snapped back and forth in a duel of sorts and all of it concluding with Mando opening you up until you're wet and begging.

“I guess we were wasting time,” you quip as your nails skate up the velvet, hot length of him. 

His body lurches against you - a hiss between clenched teeth. 

“I’ll have to make up for it,” he replies - ragged as if the sentence has been yanked over grit and sand. 

His hips are between your legs as he shoves the bulbous head of his cock through your folds - catching it on your clit and making you quake - nails digging into the creases of his cloak. It’s obscene - he is fully clothed in metal and you’re bare below the waist - probably leaving a gloss of your own slick all over him - probably catching some sort of infection from all the grime.

It’s shameful. 

If he stopped now, you’d die. 

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he marvels like he can’t quite believe it, and maybe - truly - he can’t. He seemed shocked by the confession of your affection for him - your desire for him a real, desperate thing that you had harbored for months.  He tucks his helmet against your shoulder - the great weight of his body curved over you - pressing you deeper into the sink. The faucet is stabbing your spine and the stone is cold under your ass, but he’s a beacon of heat - anchoring you in place until every piece of you shines with open nerves.

“I’m - I’m gonna fuck you now,” he rasps as if you weren’t already waiting for it.

And then he’s sinking inside the soaked through channel of your cunt, and despite how utterly wet you are, it’s still a fucking shock. He’s huge - stretching you lewdly without the foreplay of twisting fingers to ready you. You squeak - the back of your head slamming into the mirror as your knees slip against his cuirass. 

“Fuck - are you okay?” His hand is shaking as he frantically combs your hair out of your eyes - his other hand stroking your thigh - flexing it along your hip as your cunt begins to swallow him. 

“Yeah,” you bite out. “Give me a minute - did not - did not expect that.”

He laughs and it’s so heated - so filthy and smug through the modulator that you convulse around him - tasting the twitch of his cock. 

“You feel really fucking good,” he husks as he holds himself above you. He’s absolutely rigid - still as a corpse - as if he were lying in wait for a bounty. He waits - petting you - feeling you ease around him - every moment spent mindful of your pain. “Gorgeous girl,” he croons. “So tight and sweet. So good for me.”

You swallow thickly before digging your fingers to his shoulders and pulling him closer. You raise your legs so he can force your knees back. “Move now,” you whine - the words coming out like a slur - like an aching tumble. 

He fucks you hard. He fucks you like it’s the last time - like it’s the only time. He pries your legs apart - wraps his hands behind your thighs so that he can pound you into the damn sink - the stone counter. 

That’s what this is: a dirty, crazed fuck in the very public bathroom of a shit-hole cantina. 

And yet...

At the same time - Mando is touching you with gentle precision - he’s praising you through the clench of his teeth as he hits you womb-deep - to the point that you can’t form words. It’s wickedness wrapped in silk. It’s blood and the notched trigger of a blaster beneath the gorgeous sheen of a white moon. A calm, star-painted galaxy ripped through by a meteor shower.

“Close your eyes,” he whispers.

“Huh?” You’re clinging to him as he tears you apart on his cock - your teeth clicking in your mouth with each brutal screw of his hips. 

“Close your eyes,” he urges and you do - letting everything go to sensations - to touch and taste and graphic sound. 

His helmet clangs to the floor. Fuck. 

Something breaks inside you - something very serious - because this is big - this is Mando going bare-faced so that he can get closer to you and it’s all satin-black and shadows and the tightness of your lids - but it’s something.

“Mando?” You sound nervous - wrecked and fucked out - but still panicked because you’re not sure if this is a line he should be so willing to cross. He hushes you with the heat of his mouth and the wet, sweep of his tongue and maker Mando can fucking kiss. His thumbs are riding the cups of your cheeks - massaging the flesh as he squeezes - open up, little thing - let me kiss you - 

And oh - to be called that  - Mando with his strict codes of conduct and his difficult humor and his stubborn behavior - to fall apart and reveal himself - little thing 

He licks your throat - sucking marks that burn and pinch. “I want him to know,” he grits out between the graze of his tongue. “I want everyone in this bar to know what you are to me.”

“What’s that?” You dig your nails into his hair - savor its fullness - its smell of his generic shampoo and too much sweat. His mouth moves to your chest - his fingers hooking your vest open to briefly suckle the peak of your breast. He’s nearly bending you in half with how furiously he’s rutting into you.

“You’re mine,” he states plainly before he’s pulling himself out of you and dropping to his knees. It’s like whiplash - the loss of him urgent and ugly before he’s lifting your thighs over his shoulders and licking one long stripe up your cunt. The flesh is drenched - swelling around his tongue - gaping and demanding to be filled by him again. 

He draws your clit into his mouth as he stabs you open with three fingers and oh fuck me as you rip his hair so hard he hisses. 

“Knew you’d taste good,” he groans as he buries his tongue inside you, as your legs tremble around the curve of his skill. “Gonna make you come all over my face, sweet girl.”

You - you did not expect this. You feel destabilized - swept up in a hurricane of very strange, tremulous emotions because the Mandalorian - the silent, domineering, warrior you have come to know - is eating you out on a dirt-encrusted bathroom sink with a whole crowd of people outside and then - and then - asking you to come on him.

His praise is filthy and you really don’t understand how he could say he wasn’t good with words because each sentence slipping off his tongue is making you spasm around him. 

He bites down - tugging a fold into his mouth and sucking and it’s so fucking wrong that you shove the back of your hand against your mouth to keep from shrieking. Your body is going tight - back curving up like a bridge - and when he returns his lips to you it’s already over - your climax crashes down into your core - the meat of your center. It’s a liquid rush - flooding out of you and soaking his chin and what you can feel is definitely facial hair and stars that was new...that was wet and unexpected..

You hear him smacking his lips - drawing his fingers into his mouth and licking them off and it’s all so crude - so stupidly obscene - that you want to die - just die right then as your thighs shamelessly splay open around his face. 

“I take it you liked that,” he remarks dryly - his grin apparent against your knee - the arrogant heat to his words. 

“You - you obviously know I did,” you snap back at him - trying for irritated - but it comes out shaky - on thin, weak legs.

“You can be such a brat,” he acknowledges as he stands up, and hoists your ankles over his pauldrons and your back is going to be terribly bruised tomorrow, but you don’t give a shit. “Such a bratty, pretty thing.”

Maker. 

He guides himself inside you and it’s easy - everything made slippery and open as he takes his sweet time to seesaw his hips and fuck you with slow, tentative strokes while your walls clench and your stomach muscles cramp. The bathroom is just a chamber - vibrating with the din of your noisy screwing - the squelch of his cock thrusting into your pussy - the slap of his groin against your ass. 

You wrap your arms around his neck - tug his face to yours - beg for a kiss like the pathetic, whimpering mess you are and he gives it to you in kind - a hot, open-mouthed meeting of lips and teeth and his tongue stroking yours with each snap of his hips. 

“You don’t - you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” he mutters into your cheek - scraping his face along yours - desperate to get closer - to push himself into you. “You’re perfect - fucking so pretty. Didn’t think it would happen.”

You thread your fingers through his hair - memorizing the curl of it - the way it sits plastered to his neck from exertion. You realize that you don’t want this to end - that you don’t want him to stop or leave you or build back the barriers that have made him so untouchable.

“I want it again,” you murmur as he slows his pace. “I don’t want this to be the only time.”

He bends and presses his brow to yours - his sweat dripping brine on your tongue as he breathes into your mouth and his hips jerk against you. You moan into his kiss and when he turns his face away - unable to handle the tender intimacy of it - you pull him back to you - cradle his jaw and hold him steady. You’re bearing down on his cock - tight and choking and when you cup his chin and say it again - repeat it against the warm, pillow-touch of his lips. “I want you all the time.”

He shudders - making a broken, wrecked sound and his hands fly to the root of his cock so he can yank it out of you - spilling warm spend along your inner thigh and the curve of your belly. 

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Then it’s over and your body fucking hurts now - the pleasure having muted it to a blurred, far away sensation when he was buried in you to the hilt. He walks away to reach for his helmet, but he keeps his hand braced against your knee - a reminder that he’s there.

Your lungs feel punched out - feel swollen - and when you open your eyes - the bathroom turns to red and brown - crests to bright - and it smells like sex and steel and sweat. The bar is loud outside the door - the staccato hit of music and the echo of laughter - the tinkle of glass. He’s searching the bathroom before he shrugs, slides you to the side of the sink, wets the edge of his cape and cleans the mess between your legs. 

“That - that is not sanitary,” you grumble - still too ruined to speak properly.

He nudges your chin with his knuckles - his thumb piercing the plush of your lip. “I’ll clean you properly on the ship.”

Whatever that means.

He puts your pants back on - ties up your boots as you sit - boneless and subdued. He’s maneuvering around the room - picking up his gloves and weapons and other debris from their panic-driven sex. He’s almost awkward - his smooth movements hitched with tension and anxiousness. 

Finally - he strides toward you - wedging himself between your legs - looming over you like a great titan - a silent, deadly hunter.

It makes your heart jam up into your throat. But when he speaks - his voice is gentle - thin with the barest glimmer of fear. “Did you mean what you said?”

“What I said?”

You said a lot of things and most of them disgusting. 

“Wanting to uh - do this again.”

That aches - his apprehension - his uncertainty - his almost boyish lilt. 

Of course you meant it. 

“Yeah,” you smile as you try and sit up - your spine screaming. “If you give me an hour, I’ll be ready for round two.”

He laughs then - a true laugh - bursting out of him. It lacks all of the careful, perfunctory control he usually exudes. It compels you to laugh with him.

“We’re going out the back,” you finally say as he helps you down from the counter. Your knees give out, but he’s right there - curving his solid, Beskar-coated arm around your waist.

“No,” He tightens his hold - his fingers digging into your hip. “We’re going out the front.”

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