#enbyonmandalore tear me apart afab!reader

[enbyonmandalore]

Tear Me Apart

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: ~2630

Warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap that tool!!), choking, gagging, picture of the position they're in at the very bottom, gender neutral language but female body parts are explicitly mentioned, the helmet stays on!

Summary: P*rn without plot. Pure filth. Basically Din Djarin destroying his machanic's pussy.

A/N: Have some filth for Valentine's Day, folks... There is a separate version for all the amab!readers out there! Check the tags to find it easily!

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Tear Me Apart

"So you're telling me how to fly my ship?", the Mandalorian asks in a tone that sends an ice cold shiver down your spine. You roll your eyes.

"I'm telling you what is good for your ship.", you retaliate, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "This thing is bound to fall apart if you don't at least try to fly more carefully!"

In hindsight, you probably should have tried to control your temper, but this man was driving you nuts. No wonder he'd been looking for a mechanic to take on missions with him... His ship is a shit show of second-hand parts and in a constant state of disrepair.

The Mandalorian in his silver armor steps closer, lifting a finger to your face.

"I didn't hire you for advice, I hired you to fix things."

"Get your finger out of my face", you hiss, "Or I-"

Or I just might quit, is what you want to say - an empty threat. Of course you don't want to quit. He pays well, usually honors your skills and to be honest with yourself, you had begun to find his strong-and-silent type of character very pleasing lately. There is just something about this guy, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Or you what?", he interrupts you. His stupid finger is still on one level with your face...

"I think you know.", you say with a glare and move his hand away from yourself as gently as you can.

"That's not a kriffing answer.", the Mandalorian replies and steps even closer.

Without thinking any further, you shove him out of the way and shoot him another glare. You just want to get back to work and forget about this silly interaction with this stupid Mandalorian.

But he doesn't let you get far. You're able to take two steps, before he grabs your shoulder and spins you back around, taking you by surprise. Your self-preservation instinct kicks in and you duck, slamming your open palms into his torso to keep a distance.

What he says next, though, completely knocks the wind out of you.

"You wouldn't quit. I notice the way you look at me."

He what-

Oh no.

And it gets worse. "You really think all your staring has gone unnoticed? I'm not blind, you know?"

You gulp. Suddenly it feels like there is no oxygen left in the Razor Crest's hull. Your body doesn't respond to your urge to leave this part of the ship and retreat to your tiny bunk. He sighs.

"And I'm not deaf either."

You're still frozen in shock. You should have known, you should have kriffing known.

The Razor Crest isn't exactly sound proof, but night after night you had done your best to keep quiet. Yes, you touched yourself at night or when he was gone and thought of him and the things you wished he'd do to you. Being in a small space with only one other person for a long time does things to your mind... You had sworn to yourself to never admit to him how much you like him, but it seems like saying it out loud is no longer necessary.

What happens next doesn't exactly compute in your brain - Mando is way too close. So close you imagine you can feel his breath on you. What is going on?

"And don't think that these feelings haven't been getting to me, too. I'm a lonely man. But I need you to shut up and get back to fixing the ship."

"Make me, then." You can't stop the absolute no-brainer of a sentence from leaving your mouth. Regret immediately starts flooding your chest. Fuck.

But once again, the Mandalorian's response takes you by surprise.

"Fine. I guess you'll get what you want."

With ease, he picks you up by the shoulders and sets you down on a storage crate. The next moments pass in a blur as your boots are yanked off, your pants following soon after, thrown into a corner of the ship. Din Djarin helps you remove your shirt and it too is tossed aside. The anticipation and arousal swirling in your stomach drown out the cold of the metal crate you sit on as you carefully watch the Mandalorian remove part after part of his beskar armor. Not once does he take his eyes off of you, you can feel it.

He steps closer and this time you neither flinch nor move away. He is standing between your legs and you nearly swallow him whole with your gaze. Even without most of the armor he looks imposing. He is so broad.

With a shaky hand you reach out to him and touch his arm, squeezing it lightly. Din mirrors your gesture and brings his hands to your sides and your breath hitches as they sweep up and down your sides in a surprisingly tender way. That's when you notice something else pressing against your bare body. Din Djarin's bulge pulses ever so slightly as he presses it between your legs and you can feel the heat he is emitting through his flight suit.

"What do you want me to do?", Din asks in a low gravelly voice.

"Take me the way you want." The words slip out of your mouth before you can form a logical thought. The Mandalorian's helmet tilts to the side, then he nods. Okay.

He closes in even further and you spread your legs just a little more, pushing your hips forward to press against him. As Din's hands slide down to your ass, you reach for the outline of his cock bulging against the fabric. He feels huge. The moment you start palming him, Din's fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. The imagery of him in your head makes your mouth water. You need him and you need him more than you thought.

Without warning, Din Djarin lifts you up one more time and presses your back against the freezing hull of the ship. A whine escapes your mouth and your eyes widen. But his body heat and the fact that he is now actively rubbing his erect cock against your core make up for the cold.

You can hear him breathe heavily through the vocoder.

The Mandalorian sets you down, put doesn't stop groping at your body. His hands explore every inch of your skin, prodding at your entrance until you're soaking wet. He groans lewdly and takes a step back, you follow. You manage to find the zipper to his flight suit and open it; Din's hand steadily guiding yours as the lower part of his suit drops to his knees. His hard cock feels hot in your hand as you pull it out of his undershorts. The gravelly moan that comes through the vocoder as you stroke him does nothing but fuel the arousal that's already threatening to drip down your thighs.

He lays down on his back and grips his cock at the base, giving himself a slow stroke before beckoning you closer. The tip glistens with precum. Instinctively you lick your lips.

"Come on, you can do it", the Mandalorian encourages you as you lower yourself onto him; your back facing him. The flushed tip pushes inside of you at a whole new angle. Suddenly you're scared that he won't fit - but those concerns are washed away quickly.

"Good", he murmurs along with more hushed words of praise as your pussy swallows inch by inch of his length until there is no more left. Just as you are about to look over your shoulder and ask what you should do now, the Mandalorian's gloved hands land on your shoulders, pulling you backwards into an awkward lying position*.

Your legs are spread, but bent at the knees, effectively pushing your heels into the sides of your thighs. Your back is arched over his chest and your head finds a place on his shoulder, his helmet a mere inch from your face.

The beskar is cold to the touch despite you both panting and sweating. It's nice at first, a cool sensation against your cheek and neck, but after a moment it makes the rest of your skin feel even hotter and like it's melting.

Everything is hot and wet.

The sweat on your back soaks through Mando's scrunched up shirt, effectively sticking your exposed bodies together and making an audible squelching noise whenever you move too much.

You can feel little droplets building up on your forehead and running down your temples. You wonder what he feels like under that helmet.

He's got to be suffocating... You could hear his heavy breathing he was trying so hard to control.

But any more thoughts about that are wiped from your brain the moment Din Djarin thrusts his hips up. A startled sound escapes your throat and you quickly press your lips together as he begins moving at a steadier pace, his massive hands holding your hips in place. This is a whole new experience. Every single sensation feels different. Why haven't you done this before?

As Din's hands move over your body it becomes harder and harder to contain the moans building up in your throat. Full of desperation you reach up to grasp at his helmet to ground yourself somehow - only intending to touch it, nothing more. But Din is faster. One of his hands that had just been roaming your body darts forward and intercepts your movement. You find your arms pinned to your torso, with Din's arm locking them in place.

You give it an experimental wiggle, but he doesn't budge.

You swear you can hear him chuckle triumphantly between some grunts.

The complete helplessness makes your body shake in anticipation. You'd never admit it, but you like how much control he has over you right now. His strong arms hold you in place and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you make you feel like you're on cloud nine. The edge of sweet release is quickly coming closer.

A tingling sensation brings you back onto this plane of reality and you notice Din has let go of your waist and is instead focusing his attention on your tits. The tips of his fingers ghost over your nipples again, sending shock waves of heat down your spine. At first his touch is feather light, teasing. You wince as he then rolls the hardened buds between his fingers, pinching them in the process.

One of his hands moves down between your legs while the other stays on your chest and fingers begin circling your clit. He slowly drags his gloved fingers along your folds, coating them in your arousal, before returning to your clit. You whine as you feel the arousal building up in your core, like a bomb ready to explode. Your body jerks almost violently as he hits the spot.

"You like that, huh?", he asks teasingly and does it again, getting the same reaction from you, but accompanied by a high-pitched mewl this time.

"I'm s-so close!", you try to warn him.

"Even better", Din says as you feel yourself drift over the edge... The double sensation on your clit and nipples make your core clench tight around him, drawing a deep moan from him. You have no time to prepare for your high, it just happens.

Your body trembles and colorful stars dance in front of your eyes. For a moment it feels like an out-of-body experience and you aren't sure if you're screaming or-

Through the aftershocks of your orgasm you realize that Din is still fucking going, though slower now.

The Mandalorian's hand roams higher, up your chest and across your throat before coming to a halt on your face. He gently caresses your cheek with his thumb, before clamping his hand over your mouth.

"As lovely as you sound, I've been wanting to shut you up like this for some time now. Don't even think I didn't hear-", his sentence is interrupted by a rough grunt, "Hear you moan my name whenever you thought I was away."

A feisty grin sneaks onto your lips, which he couldn't possibly see, but very well feel.

"Oh", he states and stops moving entirely, earning a muffled complaint from you. The tone of his voice meant exactly what you thought it did. He knew.

Lifting the pressure on your lips, you feel Din Djarin turn his head ever so slightly. Hovering his hand over your face he orders: "Take it off."

He slaps your hands away as you lift them to take off his glove. "No hands."

Ah

Another smile spreads on your lips as you open your mouth and tug at the tips of his glove with your teeth. The part covering his index finger budges first, then the middle finger and soon you manage to pull off the whole glove. Din tosses it to the side. You wiggle your hips in a silent plea for him to keep moving, but Din only shakes his head while removing the other glove for you.

"Say it.", he orders and you know what he means.

"Fuck me", you cry.

"Manners"

"Wh- Please fuck me. I need it", you beg and the moment the words leave your mouth, his bare hand covers your mouth once more and he thrusts up into you - hard. White dots dance across the inside of your eyelids.

Your cries and moans now muffled by his calloused palm, the Mandalorian's own moans sound crystal clear.

"You sound even better like this", Din mumbles in between breaths.

And then his other hand lands on your throat, just holding it at first, while you grab his wrists to ground yourself. He lets you, without complaining.

"How's this?", he asks and gives your throat a gentle squeeze. As he does, your core also tightens around him.

Maker-

You inhale sharply -you would have gasped if you could- and signalize an OK with a thumbs up, accompanied by a muffled Yes.

Without further warning, Din Djarin sets a new pace - harsh and desperate. You can hear the way his length thrusts into your pussy getting shamelessly wetter. Din's moans are getting deeper with each move. They start in his chest where you can feel a low rumbling against your back and then become lighter and airier. You imagine him with furrowed brows and gritted teeth...

He slams his cock into you and all you can do is helplessly moan into his palm. It feels so good.

The pressure around your throat disappears and instead Din is toying with your clit.

"I'm- I'm so close", he gasps and you squeeze his wrist in response. You are, too. You're a whining, shaking mess and completely at his mercy, the aftermath of your last orgasm amplifying the sensation even more. Without warning your walls tighten around him and your back arches as you desperately cry out his name.

Din's breath hitches as he cums. You feel him pulsating inside you as his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. His seed covers every inch of your insides - hot and sticky. You can't help but imagine him cumming elsewhere on your body.

Your legs are shaking and you tremble as Din pulls out. You wince as you notice how empty you feel suddenly. Din lowers you to the floor next to him and if you were able to formulate a sentence right now, you'd probably thank him. But neither of you speak a word for a while.

The Mandalorian turns his head to face you, just as you were about to close your eyes. His gaze lingers.

"Don't-", he interrupts himself, "Just ask next time. Don't get on my nerves like that."

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*Okay, so for clarification, this is the position we're talking about:

This fanfiction is property of @enbyonmandalore (Tumblr). I do not own any of the characters associated with the Star Wars franchise. Do not repost/crosspost on other accounts or websites, edit, translate or otherwise change this piece of writing. Rebloging is fine, reposting is not.

[enbyonmandalore]

Tear Me Apart

Din Djarin x amab!reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: ~2640

Warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap that tool!!), there is no lube mentioned please use lube!!, choking, gagging, picture of the position they're in at the very bottom, gender neutral language but male body parts are explicitly mentioned, the helmet stays on!

Summary: P*rn without plot. Pure filth. Basically Din Djarin destroying his mechanic's ass.

A/N: Have some filth for Valentine's Day, folks... There is a separate version with an afab!reader, check the tags to find it easily!

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Tear Me Apart

"So you're telling me how to fly my ship?", the Mandalorian asks in a tone that sends an ice cold shiver down your spine. You roll your eyes.

"I'm telling you what is good for your ship.", you retaliate, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "This thing is bound to fall apart if you don't at least try to fly more carefully!"

In hindsight, you probably should have tried to control your temper, but this man was driving you nuts. No wonder he'd been looking for a mechanic to take on missions with him... His ship is a shit show of second-hand parts and in a constant state of disrepair.

The Mandalorian in his silver armor steps closer, lifting a finger to your face.

"I didn't hire you for advice, I hired you to fix things."

"Get your finger out of my face", you hiss, "Or I-"

Or I just might quit, is what you want to say - an empty threat. Of course you don't want to quit. He pays well, usually honors your skills and to be honest with yourself, you had begun to find his strong-and-silent type of character very attractive lately. There is just something about this guy, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

But he interrupts you. "Or you what?" His stupid finger is still on one level with your face...

"I think you know.", you say with a glare and move his hand away from yourself as gently as you can.

"That's not a kriffing answer.", the Mandalorian replies and steps even closer.

Without thinking any further, you shove him out of the way and shoot him another glare. You just want to get back to work and forget about this silly interaction with this stupid Mandalorian.

But he doesn't let you get far. You're able to take two steps, before he grabs your shoulder and spins you back around, taking you by surprise. Your self-preservation instinct kicks in and you duck, slamming your open palms into his torso to keep a distance.

What he says next, though, completely knocks the wind out of you.

"You wouldn't quit. I notice the way you look at me."

He what-

Oh no.

And it gets worse. "You really think all your staring has gone unnoticed? I'm not blind, you know?"

You gulp. Suddenly it feels like there is no oxygen left in the Razor Crest's hull. Your body doesn't respond to your urge to leave this part of the ship and retreat to your tiny bunk. He sighs.

"And I'm not deaf either."

You're still frozen in shock. You should have known, you should have kriffing known.

The Razor Crest isn't exactly sound proof, but night after night you had done your best to keep quiet. Yes, you touched yourself at night or when he was gone and thought of him and the things you wished he'd do to you. Being in a small space with only one other person for a long time does things to your mind... You had sworn to yourself to never admit to him how much you like him, but it seems like saying it out loud is no longer necessary.

What happens next doesn't exactly compute in your brain - Mando is way too close. So close you imagine you can feel his breath on you. What is going on?

"And don't think that these feelings haven't been getting to me, too. I'm a lonely man. But I need you to shut up and get back to fixing the ship."

"Make me, then." You can't stop the absolute no-brainer of a sentence from leaving your mouth. Regret immediately starts flooding your chest. Fuck.

But once again, the Mandalorian's response takes you by surprise.

"Fine. I guess you'll get what you want."

With ease, he picks you up by the shoulders and sets you down on a storage crate. The next moments pass in a blur as your boots are yanked off, your pants and boxers following soon after, thrown into a corner of the ship. Din Djarin helps you remove your shirt and it too is tossed aside. The anticipation and arousal swirling in your stomach drown out the cold of the metal crate you sit on as you carefully watch the Mandalorian remove part after part of his beskar armor. Not once does he take his eyes off of you, you can feel it.

He steps closer and this time you neither flinch nor move away. He is standing between your legs and you nearly swallow him whole with your gaze. Even without most of the armor he looks imposing. He is so broad.

With a shaky hand you reach out to him and touch his arm, squeezing it lightly. Din mirrors your gesture and brings his hands to your sides and your breath hitches as they sweep up and down your sides in a surprisingly tender way. That's when you notice something else pressing against your bare body. Din Djarin's bulge pulses ever so slightly as he presses it between your legs and you can feel the heat he is emitting through his flight suit.

"What do you want me to do?", Din asks in a low gravelly voice.

"Take me the way you want." The words slip out of your mouth before you can form a logical thought. The Mandalorian's helmet tilts to the side, then he nods. Okay.

He closes in even further and you spread your legs just a little more, pushing your hips forward to press your own growing bulge against him. As Din's hands slide down to your ass, you reach for the outline of his cock pressing against the fabric. He feels huge. The moment you start palming him, Din's fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. The imagery of him in your head makes your mouth water. You need him and you need him more than you thought.

Without warning, Din Djarin lifts you up one more time and presses your back against the freezing hull of the ship. A whine escapes your mouth and your eyes widen. But his body heat and the fact that he is now actively rubbing his erect cock against you make up for the cold. Without looking, you can tell that your own cock is fully hard by now.

You can hear him breathe heavily through the vocoder.

The Mandalorian sets you down, but doesn't stop groping at your body. His hands explore every inch of your skin, prodding at your entrance -sneaking one finger in at first, then a second-, then stroking your cock until you feel you might explode. He groans lewdly and takes a step back, you follow. You manage to find the zipper to his flight suit and open it; Din's hand steadily guiding yours as the lower part of his suit drops to his knees. His hard cock feels hot in your hand as you pull it out of his undershorts. The gravelly moan that comes through the vocoder as you stroke him does nothing but fuel the arousal that's already threatening to burst out of you.

He lays down on his back and grips his cock at the base, giving himself a slow stroke before beckoning you closer. The tip glistens with precum. Instinctively you lick your lips.

"Come on, you can do it", the Mandalorian encourages you as you lower yourself onto him; your back facing him. The flushed tip pushes inside of you at a whole new angle. Suddenly you're scared that he won't fit - but those concerns are washed away quickly.

"Good", he murmurs along with more hushed words of praise as your body swallows inch by inch of his length until there is no more left. Just as you are about to look over your shoulder and ask what you should do now, the Mandalorian's gloved hands land on your shoulders, pulling you backwards into an awkward lying position*.

Your legs are spread, but bent at the knees, effectively pushing your heels into the sides of your thighs. Your back is arched over his chest and your head finds a place on his shoulder, his helmet a mere inch from your face.

The beskar is cold to the touch despite you both panting and sweating. It's nice at first, a cool sensation against your cheek and neck, but after a moment it makes the rest of your skin feel even hotter and like it's melting.

Everything is hot and wet.

The sweat on your back soaks through Mando's scrunched up shirt, effectively sticking your exposed bodies together and making an audible squelching noise whenever you move too much.

You can feel little droplets building up on your forehead and running down your temples. You wonder what he feels like under that helmet.

He's got to be suffocating... You could hear his heavy breathing he was trying so hard to control.

But any more thoughts about that are wiped from your brain the moment Din Djarin thrusts his hips up. A startled sound escapes your throat and you quickly press your lips together as he begins moving at a steadier pace, his massive hands holding your hips in place. Involuntary tears dampen the corners of your eyes, but they fade away quickly. This is a whole new experience. Every single sensation feels different. Why haven't you done this before?

As Din's hands move over your body it becomes harder and harder to contain the moans building up in your throat. Full of desperation you reach up to grasp at his helmet to ground yourself somehow - only intending to touch it, nothing more. But Din is faster. One of his hands that had just been roaming your body darts forward and intercepts your movement. You find your arms pinned to your torso, with Din's arm locking them in place.

You give it an experimental wiggle, but he doesn't budge.

You swear you can hear him chuckle triumphantly between some grunts.

The complete helplessness makes your body shake in anticipation. You'd never admit it, but you like how much control he has over you right now. His strong arms hold you in place and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you make you feel like you're on cloud nine. The edge of sweet release is quickly coming closer.

A tingling sensation brings you back onto this plane of reality and you notice Din has let go of your waist and is instead focusing his attention on your chest. The tips of his fingers ghost over your nipples again, sending shock waves down your spine. At first his touch is feather light, teasing. You wince as he then rolls the hardened buds between his fingers, pinching them in the process.

One of his hands moves down between your legs while the other stays on your chest and his hands grasps your cock. He slowly drags his fist up and down your entire length before focusing on the tip. You whine as you feel the arousal building up in your core, like a bomb ready to explode. Your body jerks almost violently as he hits the spot.

"You like that, huh?", he asks teasingly and does it again, getting the same reaction from you, but accompanied by an embarrassingly high-pitched mewl this time.

"I'm s-so close!", you try to warn him.

"Even better", Din says as you feel yourself drift over the edge... The double sensation on your cock and nipples make your walls clench tight around him, drawing a deep moan from him. You have no time to prepare for your high, it just happens.

Your body trembles and colorful stars dance in front of your eyes as you cum, spilling your seed on your own stomach. For a moment it feels like an out-of-body experience and you aren't sure if you're screaming or-

Through the aftershocks of your orgasm you realize that Din is still fucking going, though much slower now.

The Mandalorian's hand roams higher, up your chest and across your throat before coming to a halt on your face. He gently caresses your cheek with his thumb, before clamping his hand over your mouth.

"As lovely as you sound, I've been wanting to shut you up like this for some time now. Don't even think I didn't hear-", his sentence is interrupted by a rough grunt, "Hear you moan my name whenever you thought I was away."

A feisty grin sneaks onto your lips, which he couldn't possibly see, but very well feel.

"Oh", he states and stops moving entirely, earning a muffled complaint from you. The tone of his voice meant exactly what you thought it did. He knew.

Lifting the pressure on your lips, you feel Din Djarin turn his head ever so slightly. Hovering his hand over your face he orders: "Take it off."

He slaps your hands away as you lift them to take off his glove. "No hands."

Ah

Another smile spreads on your lips as you open your mouth and tug at the tips of his glove with your teeth. The part covering his index finger budges first, then the middle finger and soon you manage to pull off the whole glove. Din tosses it to the side. You wiggle your hips in a silent plea for him to keep moving, but Din only shakes his head while removing the other glove for you.

"You w-want me to cum? Say it.", he orders and you know what he wants to hear.

"Cum inside me", you cry.

"Manners"

"Wh- Please cum inside me. I need it", you beg and the moment the words leave your mouth, his bare hand covers your mouth once more and he thrusts up into you - hard. White dots dance across the inside of your eyelids.

Your cries and moans now muffled by his calloused palm, the Mandalorian's own moans sound crystal clear.

"You sound even better like this", Din mumbles in between breaths.

And then his other hand lands on your throat, just holding it at first, while you grab his wrists to ground yourself. He lets you, without complaining.

"How's this?", he asks and gives your throat a gentle squeeze, caressing your adam's apple in the process. As he does, your walls also tighten around him.

Maker-

You inhale sharply -you would have gasped if you could- and signalize an OK with a thumbs up, accompanied by a muffled Yes.

Without further warning, Din Djarin sets a new pace - harsh and desperate to reach his own high. Din's moans are getting deeper with each move. They start in his chest where you can feel a low rumbling against your back and then become lighter and airier. You imagine him with furrowed brows and gritted teeth... The image makes your cock harden again.

He slams his cock into you and all you can do is helplessly moan into his palm. It feels so good.

The pressure around your throat disappears and instead Din is toying with your dick.

"I'm- I'm so close", he gasps and you squeeze his wrist in response. You too - again. You're a whining, shaking mess and completely at his mercy, the aftermath of your last orgasm amplifying the sensation even more. Without warning your walls tighten around him and your back arches as you desperately cry out his name. For the second time in a row, you spill your cum onto your stomach and onto Din's hand.

Din's breath hitches as he cums. You feel him pulsating inside you as his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. His seed covers every inch of your insides - hot and sticky. You can't help but imagine him cumming elsewhere on your body.

Your legs are shaking and you tremble as Din pulls out. You wince as you notice how empty you feel suddenly. Din lowers you to the floor next to him and if you were able to formulate a sentence right now, you'd probably thank him. But neither of you speak a word for a while.

The Mandalorian turns his head to face you, just as you were about to close your eyes. His gaze lingers.

"Don't-", he interrupts himself, "Just ask next time. Don't get on my nerves like that."

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*Okay, so for clarification, this is the position we're talking about:

This fanfiction is property of @enbyonmandalore (Tumblr). Do not repost/crosspost on other accounts or websites, edit, translate or otherwise change this piece of writing. Rebloging is fine, reposting is not.

[freakrenaissance]

Din, taking care of business 🤤 just what I needed tonight!

Tear Me Apart

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: NSFW 18+

Word count: ~2630

Warnings: penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't be a fool, wrap that tool!!), choking, gagging, picture of the position they're in at the very bottom, gender neutral language but female body parts are explicitly mentioned, the helmet stays on!

Summary: P*rn without plot. Pure filth. Basically Din Djarin destroying his machanic's pussy.

A/N: Have some filth for Valentine's Day, folks... There is a separate version for all the amab!readers out there! Check the tags to find it easily!

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Tear Me Apart

"So you're telling me how to fly my ship?", the Mandalorian asks in a tone that sends an ice cold shiver down your spine. You roll your eyes.

"I'm telling you what is good for your ship.", you retaliate, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "This thing is bound to fall apart if you don't at least try to fly more carefully!"

In hindsight, you probably should have tried to control your temper, but this man was driving you nuts. No wonder he'd been looking for a mechanic to take on missions with him... His ship is a shit show of second-hand parts and in a constant state of disrepair.

The Mandalorian in his silver armor steps closer, lifting a finger to your face.

"I didn't hire you for advice, I hired you to fix things."

"Get your finger out of my face", you hiss, "Or I-"

Or I just might quit, is what you want to say - an empty threat. Of course you don't want to quit. He pays well, usually honors your skills and to be honest with yourself, you had begun to find his strong-and-silent type of character very pleasing lately. There is just something about this guy, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

"Or you what?", he interrupts you. His stupid finger is still on one level with your face...

"I think you know.", you say with a glare and move his hand away from yourself as gently as you can.

"That's not a kriffing answer.", the Mandalorian replies and steps even closer.

Without thinking any further, you shove him out of the way and shoot him another glare. You just want to get back to work and forget about this silly interaction with this stupid Mandalorian.

But he doesn't let you get far. You're able to take two steps, before he grabs your shoulder and spins you back around, taking you by surprise. Your self-preservation instinct kicks in and you duck, slamming your open palms into his torso to keep a distance.

What he says next, though, completely knocks the wind out of you.

"You wouldn't quit. I notice the way you look at me."

He what-

Oh no.

And it gets worse. "You really think all your staring has gone unnoticed? I'm not blind, you know?"

You gulp. Suddenly it feels like there is no oxygen left in the Razor Crest's hull. Your body doesn't respond to your urge to leave this part of the ship and retreat to your tiny bunk. He sighs.

"And I'm not deaf either."

You're still frozen in shock. You should have known, you should have kriffing known.

The Razor Crest isn't exactly sound proof, but night after night you had done your best to keep quiet. Yes, you touched yourself at night or when he was gone and thought of him and the things you wished he'd do to you. Being in a small space with only one other person for a long time does things to your mind... You had sworn to yourself to never admit to him how much you like him, but it seems like saying it out loud is no longer necessary.

What happens next doesn't exactly compute in your brain - Mando is way too close. So close you imagine you can feel his breath on you. What is going on?

"And don't think that these feelings haven't been getting to me, too. I'm a lonely man. But I need you to shut up and get back to fixing the ship."

"Make me, then." You can't stop the absolute no-brainer of a sentence from leaving your mouth. Regret immediately starts flooding your chest. Fuck.

But once again, the Mandalorian's response takes you by surprise.

"Fine. I guess you'll get what you want."

With ease, he picks you up by the shoulders and sets you down on a storage crate. The next moments pass in a blur as your boots are yanked off, your pants following soon after, thrown into a corner of the ship. Din Djarin helps you remove your shirt and it too is tossed aside. The anticipation and arousal swirling in your stomach drown out the cold of the metal crate you sit on as you carefully watch the Mandalorian remove part after part of his beskar armor. Not once does he take his eyes off of you, you can feel it.

He steps closer and this time you neither flinch nor move away. He is standing between your legs and you nearly swallow him whole with your gaze. Even without most of the armor he looks imposing. He is so broad.

With a shaky hand you reach out to him and touch his arm, squeezing it lightly. Din mirrors your gesture and brings his hands to your sides and your breath hitches as they sweep up and down your sides in a surprisingly tender way. That's when you notice something else pressing against your bare body. Din Djarin's bulge pulses ever so slightly as he presses it between your legs and you can feel the heat he is emitting through his flight suit.

"What do you want me to do?", Din asks in a low gravelly voice.

"Take me the way you want." The words slip out of your mouth before you can form a logical thought. The Mandalorian's helmet tilts to the side, then he nods. Okay.

He closes in even further and you spread your legs just a little more, pushing your hips forward to press against him. As Din's hands slide down to your ass, you reach for the outline of his cock bulging against the fabric. He feels huge. The moment you start palming him, Din's fingers dig into the flesh of your ass. The imagery of him in your head makes your mouth water. You need him and you need him more than you thought.

Without warning, Din Djarin lifts you up one more time and presses your back against the freezing hull of the ship. A whine escapes your mouth and your eyes widen. But his body heat and the fact that he is now actively rubbing his erect cock against your core make up for the cold.

You can hear him breathe heavily through the vocoder.

The Mandalorian sets you down, put doesn't stop groping at your body. His hands explore every inch of your skin, prodding at your entrance until you're soaking wet. He groans lewdly and takes a step back, you follow. You manage to find the zipper to his flight suit and open it; Din's hand steadily guiding yours as the lower part of his suit drops to his knees. His hard cock feels hot in your hand as you pull it out of his undershorts. The gravelly moan that comes through the vocoder as you stroke him does nothing but fuel the arousal that's already threatening to drip down your thighs.

He lays down on his back and grips his cock at the base, giving himself a slow stroke before beckoning you closer. The tip glistens with precum. Instinctively you lick your lips.

"Come on, you can do it", the Mandalorian encourages you as you lower yourself onto him; your back facing him. The flushed tip pushes inside of you at a whole new angle. Suddenly you're scared that he won't fit - but those concerns are washed away quickly.

"Good", he murmurs along with more hushed words of praise as your pussy swallows inch by inch of his length until there is no more left. Just as you are about to look over your shoulder and ask what you should do now, the Mandalorian's gloved hands land on your shoulders, pulling you backwards into an awkward lying position*.

Your legs are spread, but bent at the knees, effectively pushing your heels into the sides of your thighs. Your back is arched over his chest and your head finds a place on his shoulder, his helmet a mere inch from your face.

The beskar is cold to the touch despite you both panting and sweating. It's nice at first, a cool sensation against your cheek and neck, but after a moment it makes the rest of your skin feel even hotter and like it's melting.

Everything is hot and wet.

The sweat on your back soaks through Mando's scrunched up shirt, effectively sticking your exposed bodies together and making an audible squelching noise whenever you move too much.

You can feel little droplets building up on your forehead and running down your temples. You wonder what he feels like under that helmet.

He's got to be suffocating... You could hear his heavy breathing he was trying so hard to control.

But any more thoughts about that are wiped from your brain the moment Din Djarin thrusts his hips up. A startled sound escapes your throat and you quickly press your lips together as he begins moving at a steadier pace, his massive hands holding your hips in place. This is a whole new experience. Every single sensation feels different. Why haven't you done this before?

As Din's hands move over your body it becomes harder and harder to contain the moans building up in your throat. Full of desperation you reach up to grasp at his helmet to ground yourself somehow - only intending to touch it, nothing more. But Din is faster. One of his hands that had just been roaming your body darts forward and intercepts your movement. You find your arms pinned to your torso, with Din's arm locking them in place.

You give it an experimental wiggle, but he doesn't budge.

You swear you can hear him chuckle triumphantly between some grunts.

The complete helplessness makes your body shake in anticipation. You'd never admit it, but you like how much control he has over you right now. His strong arms hold you in place and the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you make you feel like you're on cloud nine. The edge of sweet release is quickly coming closer.

A tingling sensation brings you back onto this plane of reality and you notice Din has let go of your waist and is instead focusing his attention on your tits. The tips of his fingers ghost over your nipples again, sending shock waves of heat down your spine. At first his touch is feather light, teasing. You wince as he then rolls the hardened buds between his fingers, pinching them in the process.

One of his hands moves down between your legs while the other stays on your chest and fingers begin circling your clit. He slowly drags his gloved fingers along your folds, coating them in your arousal, before returning to your clit. You whine as you feel the arousal building up in your core, like a bomb ready to explode. Your body jerks almost violently as he hits the spot.

"You like that, huh?", he asks teasingly and does it again, getting the same reaction from you, but accompanied by a high-pitched mewl this time.

"I'm s-so close!", you try to warn him.

"Even better", Din says as you feel yourself drift over the edge... The double sensation on your clit and nipples make your core clench tight around him, drawing a deep moan from him. You have no time to prepare for your high, it just happens.

Your body trembles and colorful stars dance in front of your eyes. For a moment it feels like an out-of-body experience and you aren't sure if you're screaming or-

Through the aftershocks of your orgasm you realize that Din is still fucking going, though slower now.

The Mandalorian's hand roams higher, up your chest and across your throat before coming to a halt on your face. He gently caresses your cheek with his thumb, before clamping his hand over your mouth.

"As lovely as you sound, I've been wanting to shut you up like this for some time now. Don't even think I didn't hear-", his sentence is interrupted by a rough grunt, "Hear you moan my name whenever you thought I was away."

A feisty grin sneaks onto your lips, which he couldn't possibly see, but very well feel.

"Oh", he states and stops moving entirely, earning a muffled complaint from you. The tone of his voice meant exactly what you thought it did. He knew.

Lifting the pressure on your lips, you feel Din Djarin turn his head ever so slightly. Hovering his hand over your face he orders: "Take it off."

He slaps your hands away as you lift them to take off his glove. "No hands."

Ah

Another smile spreads on your lips as you open your mouth and tug at the tips of his glove with your teeth. The part covering his index finger budges first, then the middle finger and soon you manage to pull off the whole glove. Din tosses it to the side. You wiggle your hips in a silent plea for him to keep moving, but Din only shakes his head while removing the other glove for you.

"Say it.", he orders and you know what he means.

"Fuck me", you cry.

"Manners"

"Wh- Please fuck me. I need it", you beg and the moment the words leave your mouth, his bare hand covers your mouth once more and he thrusts up into you - hard. White dots dance across the inside of your eyelids.

Your cries and moans now muffled by his calloused palm, the Mandalorian's own moans sound crystal clear.

"You sound even better like this", Din mumbles in between breaths.

And then his other hand lands on your throat, just holding it at first, while you grab his wrists to ground yourself. He lets you, without complaining.

"How's this?", he asks and gives your throat a gentle squeeze. As he does, your core also tightens around him.

Maker-

You inhale sharply -you would have gasped if you could- and signalize an OK with a thumbs up, accompanied by a muffled Yes.

Without further warning, Din Djarin sets a new pace - harsh and desperate. You can hear the way his length thrusts into your pussy getting shamelessly wetter. Din's moans are getting deeper with each move. They start in his chest where you can feel a low rumbling against your back and then become lighter and airier. You imagine him with furrowed brows and gritted teeth...

He slams his cock into you and all you can do is helplessly moan into his palm. It feels so good.

The pressure around your throat disappears and instead Din is toying with your clit.

"I'm- I'm so close", he gasps and you squeeze his wrist in response. You are, too. You're a whining, shaking mess and completely at his mercy, the aftermath of your last orgasm amplifying the sensation even more. Without warning your walls tighten around him and your back arches as you desperately cry out his name.

Din's breath hitches as he cums. You feel him pulsating inside you as his fingers dig into your hips to keep you still. His seed covers every inch of your insides - hot and sticky. You can't help but imagine him cumming elsewhere on your body.

Your legs are shaking and you tremble as Din pulls out. You wince as you notice how empty you feel suddenly. Din lowers you to the floor next to him and if you were able to formulate a sentence right now, you'd probably thank him. But neither of you speak a word for a while.

The Mandalorian turns his head to face you, just as you were about to close your eyes. His gaze lingers.

"Don't-", he interrupts himself, "Just ask next time. Don't get on my nerves like that."

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*Okay, so for clarification, this is the position we're talking about:

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