#kinky!din

[slimybeth69]

Touch: Part 3

Summary: You take a solo trip to the market while Din and The Child do... Din and The Child...things.

warnings: explicit 18+, oral (f & m receiving), fondling, reader gives Din a fashion show.

a/n: I know so very little about the Star Wars universe. I dunno shit about fuck when it comes to planets and ships and how things work. You'll see what I mean in later chapters, but I'm just warning you that I make a bunch of shit up, and am probably entirely incorrect about some of the things I may talk about in this chapter or upcoming chapters. I'M SORRY. I JUST LOVE THAT HELMETED MAN AND HIS GREEN CHILD, OK???

unbeta'd, poorly proofread because of my AHDH

“Why? Why do you have to go? You’ve gone and come back and gone and come back what feels like a million times.” You’re on the verge of tears. Not because he said he has to go again but because you woke up in the same field you’ve been in for the last week. “If you haven’t found wha-” He interrupts your outburst with a stern clearing of his throat. You roll your eyes and hold the baby close on your hip. 

“I have found what I’m looking for. I have thing’s I need to attend to here. You need to rel-” He stops himself when you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Were you going to tell me to relax? ” You sneer quietly. “That’s all I do! It’s all we do all the time. You don’t let us leave the perimeter you set up for us. You don’t ever let us come with you. You just leave. I don’t know if you noticed this, Mando , but this is a baby. Babies need stimulation. Not being cooped up in the same place all the- honestly– you know what? Me. I need stimulation. I need something to do besides look at this cute baby all day and night when you’re not here. Something.” You rattle it all off, sometimes looking down at the baby, sometimes pointing at him to make sure he knows you’re talking to him. 

You’re upset.

Din is staring at you. Not speaking. He’s fastening his cape. You stare back as menacing as you can, which you don’t think is a lot. You’re not very intimidating. But you’re trying . While still holding the child who is playing with the buttons on your shirt. 

“I’ll be back tonight and we will leave, I should have things sorted by then.” Din finally speaks. He doesn’t sound sincere.

“That still doesn’t ‘sort out’ the issue of the child and I being bored. I need something. Anything. Stuff to sew, something for him to play with isn’t dead bugs and pebbles. He needs more than this.” You hold your hand out to the very un-child safe hull of the ship around you. “Something!” 

Din takes a step forward in your direction and you think he might yell at you but he holds his arms out for the child. The child reaches for him. You hand him off and step back, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration. 

“You want things to sew ?” Din asks, sounding like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. 

“ How do you think clothes get made? Hm?” You’re being sassy in your frustration.

“I know what sewing is.” He says dully. “I mean, you want to sew? You know how?” He holds the child in the crook of his elbow and gives him a couple fingers to play with. 

“Yes and yes and I’d love some fabric or something to sew for the child. He’s only got the robe and it stinks. Bad. I don’t know if you can tell under the helmet.” You huff at him and turn to walk back to the bed so you can sit. 

“There’s a market.” He says after a minute. “You want to go?” 

It’s like you’re seeing double– no triple because is he asking you if you want to leave the ship and the perimeter? Yes! Yes you do! You have credits saved up and could buy yourself things and not have to rely on Din for anything and that makes you feel so incredible. 

“Are you asking me if I want to come with you?” 

He shakes his head.

“I have business. I’ll take the child. I’ll drop you at the market and you can come back here when you’re done.” He explains. You furrow your brows. 

“What if I get lost?” You are curious and a little nervous now.

“Don’t get lost.” Said so simply. 

“What if I do?” You’re demanding an answer that isn’t sass.  

“I’d come find you. I wouldn’t just let you wander lost .” He’s not amused with you. 

“Okay. Yes, I do want to go.” You slap your hands on your knees.

“Here’s a blaster pistol.” He reaches behind his cape and pulls one off of the belt behind him. 

You go wide eyed because you’ve never held one of those before, let alone carried one on your hip with the intention of using it if you needed it.

“I don’t know how to use that!” You exclaim, backing away from it nervously. 

“Trigger.” He points to a part of the pistol near the handle. He aims the gun away from both of you and then looks at you. “Aim.” He nods. “Then you pull.” 

You close your eyes in fear and anticipation but he doesn’t actually pull the trigger, he was just giving you a quick rundown of how it worked but still. Scary. 

“Stop it. It’s not that bad.” He’s still not amused from behind the helmet.

“I’ve never even held one!” You exclaim, putting your hands on your hips.

“If you don’t take it, you don’t go.” He’s serious. You frown at him. 

“Where do I even put it?” You ask nervously. 

He comes to you quickly and shows you where the safety is– the switch that will keep it from shooting if you don’t want it to– also how to switch it back and forth. Din then moves behind you, untucks your shirt from your pants the best he can with the blaster in one hand the kid in the other arm and slides the cool metal of the blaster into the waistband. He keeps your shirt untucked. 

“No one will see it this way. But you know it’s there. Makes you feel safe. I feel safe knowing you have it.” His raspy modulated voice in your ear makes your head spin. 

“I don’t know how safe I feel with a blaster pistol in my pants .” You snark at him.

All you can  really think about was the other night when you got to see him. He was perfect, Maker oh was he perfect. His skin was slightly tan and he had a little body hair on his chest and stomach that really let you know he was a man. A real grown man. It’s all you’ve been able to doodle on your little scraps of notebook the child chewed up. 

Maker, his unmodulated voice is… there are no words. They’re warm and inviting but they give you shivers at the same time. Maker, let me hear it again.

The walk to the market is kind of long and now you’re kind of worried about getting back on your own. You can see why he gave you the blaster. It does feel good knowing it’s there in your waistband, even if it is digging into you a little uncomfortably. 

“Do you ever get tired of the helmet? Like is it annoying and you’re like ‘oh my Maker, I wish I could take this thing off?’ Or is it pretty comfortable?” You ask after a bunch of one worded answers with minutes in between them. 

“I don’t hate it.” Din says finally. 

You give up trying to talk to him. He’s not the same man you know from back at the ship. He’s a bounty hunter out here. You think. You don’t know. He hasn’t returned with the bounty yet.. So… who knows why he’s here. 

Once you reach the edge of the market, Din puts one hand on your shoulder and stops you. You look back at him with a raised brow. 

“Please be careful. I don’t want to have to come hunt you down. Be back to the Crest before it gets dark. I’ll be back tonight. Be careful.” Din’s very serious. It’s kind of scary the way the helmet looks down at you so menacingly. You feel like you’ve done something wrong. 

“I took care of myself fine before I met you, didn’t I?” You ask, pulling your shoulder out  of his grasp. “I’ll be careful but I’ll also be fine. You should be careful. You’ve got my favorite thing on your hip.” You untuck his cape and check on the child in his side bag. 

“I’ll see you soon.” You rub his little forehead with your index finger and then your heart breaks when he reaches for you and you have to tuck him back in. You hear him whining from under the cape. “I mean it. Be careful.” You point a finger at Din and he shakes his head at you softly. “I love him so much, please. This is the first time I haven’t been with him since you threw me on the Crest that day. I love him.” You express this seriously. No tones, no silly remarks. He is your baby too now, whether Din likes it or not. 

“Okay. I’ll be careful.” He turns to leave. “But you need to be careful too.” Then he turns and reaches into another pocket somewhere hidden behind his cape. He pulls out a handful of credits. 

You hold your hands out and he drops them into the bowl you’ve created with them. Two fall on the ground and you have to dump the handful into your bag so you can pick them up. 

“What do you need me to get you?” You’re still grabbing the dropped credits when his silence makes you look up at him. “I’ll grab it, just let me know what you want.” You’re explaining it up to him because he’s got his head tilted at you like he doesn’t understand. 

“I don’t need anything.” 

“Okay so what are the credits for? The kid? What do you wa-” He stops you, a hand on your chest gently.

“They’re yours.” Raspy modulator monotone voice says to you. You raise an eyebrow. He paid you your credits for the week before he left a couple days ago and he just gave you far more than seventy five credits. 

“Like an advance?” You’re confused. 

Din’s hand falls from your chest and it drops carefully by the child. You hear him coo and babble quietly from behind the fabric.

“No.”

Sometimes, you wish you didn’t have to extract information from this man like teeth get pulled out. Slow and painfully. 

“Then what are they for because I don-” He stops you again, this time he just points to the market. 

“To get things. That you like or want. I don’t care. They’re yours now. Do what you will with them. Go. Carefully.” He’s stern with you again. You’re very grateful and love that he’s just given you this plentiful gift, he really didn’t have to, you had brought almost all the credits you saved up since you’ve been here. 

“Thank you.” You say and turn on your heel. You don’t turn around to call out to him. “Be careful with that child. I’ll know if he’s got new cuts or bruises.” And you walk into the market.

The market might be the most interesting place you’ve ever been. You had never left Canto Bight. Not once. You worked as a tender and sometimes a waitress at the casino for as long as you can remember. You’ve never been to a place like this. Have never had credits like this to spend. The credits you made all went to the woman whose house you rented a room in. It was a nice room and she cooked for you and was okay, not the nicest. She wasn’t terrible. 

Din had called it the Outpost something. You don’t really remember. Outpost Market. Something. You had been worried the whole walk here that something was going to happen to either of them. It’s scary out here. It’s been a long time since people were brushing past you. Since the noise of voices and conversations and normal living noises filled the air. It was overwhelming. 

The first thing you had to do was get a bigger bag, something that could hold all the stuff you were planning on buying. It was so exciting to hand credits to someone in a stall and just pop it in your brand new bag. 

You buy so many things. There is a toy shop and you buy the kid a couple things that you don’t think will fit in his mouth. Then you go to a clothing store and buy new things. All. New. Things.

Everything you are wearing now is going into the fire when you get home tonight. It’s not even worth washing. It’s either itchy or has holes in it and you’re tired of patching and sewing them up. You end up getting all of the other things you need to make the child a new robe or two. He seems to like his little outfit so you don’t plan on changing it all… just making more because he stinks so bad. So bad. It’s almost unbearable. It’s starting to cut right through the cuteness.

No one really bothers you. Probably because you keep your head down and your bags clutched to your chest and side nervously like all of these people– who are just carrying on about their day, not paying you any attention– are going to try and take them from you. Your precious new things. 

You spend most of the day there. You buy yourself and Din and the child treats from a shop that had them in the window. You spent so long looking that the owner came out and asked if you wanted to sample. You had to wipe the drool from the corners of your mouth because yes you did and you also wanted four to go. 

One for tomorrow. 

It was a little tart. You had no idea what was in it but when the owner handed you a piece your mouth watered so bad you almost did drool onto the counter. But then you bit into it, your eyes rolled into the back of your head because flavors like this have never graced your taste buds before. Not even as a child. No. This was amazing and you had him add two more because you knew the child would love it just as much as you and would want more than one. 

They were tiny. He’d be fine.

He eats bugs. 

The walk home was the scariest part because you got distracted at the sweets shoppe and it ended up getting dark halfway through. You ended up just taking the blaster out of your waistband and carrying it in your hand with the safety off . Because it’s scary. There are noises coming out of the trees on either side of you and you can swear you can hear someone walking behind you but every time you turn around to look there isn’t anyone there and you stop hearing the footsteps. You tell yourself that you’re hearing the echoes of your own walking and carry on. 

You speed back to the Crest as it grows darker. The footsteps behind you sound eerily closer than before but you cannot stop to look back because you’re too scared. Your heart is pounding in your chest so fast you think it’s going to make you fly away. It’s too much. You should have paid more attention to the time. You should have listened to Din. 

You get to the Crest and half expect someone to grab you as your hands touch it because the footsteps sound so close but you spin around, hands ready to hit the person behind you but there isn’t anyone there. You tell yourself that you’re just scared in the dark. Usually, unless Din is there.

All the lights are off in the Crest. That’s weird. It’s still so early. The sun just went down, it just got dark. The child definitely wouldn’t be sleeping. Not this early. You didn't think Din would be either. You turn them on and the ship is empty. No one was here. The ship’s been locked up since this morning when you all left together. 

Din said he would be back tonight and it just started being tonight so you try and calm your already and still racing heart. Get a fire started. Those always make you feel better and you can throw these dirty clothes in there and burn them.

Maybe stand by the fire naked. It would feel good. No one was around. 

So you do just that.

You start the fire like you always do and once it’s a decent size you take off your thin, tattered shirt and toss it in the flames. The mix of cool air and heat from the flames on you is delightful. It makes your nipples stand with excitement and the chill. Next thing into the fire are your pants that have split in the seat twice. You’ve sewn them up twice. They burn easily as they are itchy and you think they were made with grass. So it makes sense.

You stand by the fire naked like that for a while. 

You then decide that you’re going to jump into the river. Wash all the yuck from those clothes off. It’s so cold, but so refreshing at the same time. It doesn’t take long and you rush back to warm inviting heat of the flames. 

You turn occasionally and feel the fire on your back and legs and all over. It’s incredible. But you do feel exposed and you don’t have night vision to see what or who is actually out in the dark so you go and get one of your blankets and wrap it around your shoulders. Opting to stay naked, but be concealed. 

The firewood in the pile next to the Crest is getting low now. Your hair is completely dry. You’ve been waiting for them to come back. You thought about going inside to wait but it’s almost as scary inside all by yourself. It’s getting scarier and scarier out here too but you’re watching the path, waiting for Din to materialize from the darkness.

Maker, please keep them safe. Please please keep them safe. 

You wait for the fire to die down and then head back inside. You grab your brand new, un-chewed notebook and charcoal you bought today. You keep all the lights on. You don’t care how bright they are. You doodle what his face might look like, since he told you that you were in fact wrong about that too. 

You know you’ll never find out and that makes you sad. You turn the page and start to draw the child’s ears. And then his big cute eyes. You end up doodling him eating the tart you bought him. That makes you sad too.

You don’t fall asleep because they don’t come back.

Finally, hours and hours later, finally the door to the Crest opens and you know the sound of his boots on the ramp by now. You jump out of bed, not even caring that you’re still naked and start speeding to meet him. You don’t have far to go. 

Din, with the child in the crook of his elbow, walks around the corner and as he sees you walking naked towards him, he covers the child's eyes. 

“Where have you been?!”You’re angry. So angry you still don’t care you don’t have any clothes on. 

“I-I was at-attending b-business like I said.” You’ve caught him off guard being naked and all. 

“You said you’d be home last night!” You’re starting to get annoyed. The child hears your voice, he can’t see you but he can hear you and he’s squirming in Din’s arms, reaching out for you. You go to reach for him but step back, looking around for something to wrap around you but there isn’t anything. Just metal. 

Din sees your predicament. It’s getting harder to restrain the child so he turns his back to you. He undoes his cape, now that the child is looking the opposite way. He’s still facing the other direction when he extends his arm backwards, with his cape in his hand. 

“Here. Please.” He shakes the fabric impatiently. “He’s squirming and I can barely hold on to him.”

You rush and wrap the cape around your chest, under your arms so you can hold the child. 

Din gives him to you happily. Eagerly almost. The child is nearly as excited as you are. You snuggle each other and you run your finger across his forehead.

“I missed you. Yes I did and I got you so many things.” You coo to him softly as you continue to rub his forehead. You glare at Din. “Has he slept?” Din nods and then shakes his head and then nods again. That's the only response you get from him.

“Where are your clothes?” He asks while tilting his head to the side gently. 

You blink at him. For a while.

“What kind of answer is–” You mock what he did to you with your head all over in many motions, but he interrupts you.

“ That’s shaking .”

You stop and blink at him again. Maker, he’s asking for it. He really is. 

“I’m taking him to bed. Because neither of us has slept yet. Or did. Maybe. No one seems to know.” You stare at him. “And I burned my clothes.” You turn and leave din standing in the entrance of the ship.

Din follows quickly behind you though. He has questions.

“You burned all your clothes. You’re just going to be like this all the time?” He sounds amazed and a little concerned. “What about the-” You turn and look at him.

“I bought new ones. You wish to the stars I’d be like this all the time.” You kind of lightheartedly sneer at him. You are still a little mad. This messes up the baby's schedule in way you don’t think he understands. 

Out all night gallivanting around all night with a child. A child?

“I do.” His raspy modulator voice makes you close your eyes for a moment and you think of it with no distortion. 

“Really?” You know he’s serious. You don’t think he’d lie to you.

“Yes. I do. You’re so beautiful.” He’s gazing at you up and down like he can see through his cape that’s draped around you.. “Did you buy yourself nice things?” He asks, his gaze falls onto your face. You think. 

You nod. 

“I’d like it if you showed me.”

You blink at him, still holding the child. 

“Now?” You’re tired and honestly still kind of mad at him. He shakes his head and touches your elbow gently. 

“No. When you want. I just want to see you in them and-” He looks you up and down again slowly. “Look as you change.” He’s whispering because the child has fallen asleep in your arms at the gentle touch of your fingertips on his forehead. 

“Okay.” Normally you are alarmed at his requests but the things he wants to do to you and want to watch you do are not strange to you anymore. You’re not surprised honestly. ���I have to go to bed. Tired. Sleep.” You grumble, laying the child in his orb. You go to lay on your mat to go to sleep but you remember his cape. 

You unwrap it from around you and hand it to him. He stares at you. 

“Please take it.” You whine and his gloved fingers brush against yours as he takes it from your hand.

“Beautiful. I can’t take my eyes away.” He’s in awe again. You wave your hand at him. “Please, sleep in my bed. You need good rest. Please.” You appease him this time and get right into those beautiful sheets.

Din goes to shut the ship down. Lock it all up. Child proof it. The lights go off and you close your eyes. You're asleep almost immediately. It’s so nice to close your eyes and not have them snap open remembering that the baby isn’t asleep in the same room as you. You can hear the metal of the beskar clanking as he takes it off. Then silence. And you’re so thankful because you were about to yell at him to be quiet.

And then you feel him crawling over you in bed, so he can be behind you. You almost jump out but it’s like he’s anticipating it and catches you by the waist. 

“If you really want to go, I’ll let you. But I want to share the bed.” He whispers into your ear, no rasp or modulator voice. You go limp against him and let the heat of his body– which is still so incredibly hot– warm you from the back. It feels so incredible to have another person pressed against you. 

“I’ll stay. Tonight.” You lay your head back down on the pillow. 

Din starts to trail feather soft kisses up your arm, starting at your wrist. He doesn’t stop until he’s at your shoulder and then he licks you softly. 

“Are you asleep, little one?” He whispers gently. 

You almost were. 

“Yes.” You mumble softly. “Are you not tired?” You whisper, turning slightly so you're pressed against him harder. 

“Not anymore.” He whispers and you feel his warm breath on your lips. It’s so good. He’s so good. It makes your stomach flutter when he does that. You expect him to kiss you but he doesn’t. Got your hopes up. 

“I’m tired. So tired. Why can’t we do this in the morning?” You bargain. 

“It’s the morni-” 

You both suddenly realize that it’s not as dark in the ship as it had been two minutes ago.

You accidentally hit yourself in the nose trying to cover your eyes so you don’t accidentally see. He’s scrambling over you before your hands even get to your eyes. You groan loudly; the pain brings tears to your eyes as you blindly roll out of his bed. 

“Maker. Din. I’m sorry.” You’re scrambling on the floor to your mat, trying desperately to feel with your hands, your eyes shut tightly now. “I can’t find my mat!” You exclaim through a whisper. 

The child starts to cry. 

And so do you.

It’s getting lighter and lighter in the ship as you walk to your bag and grab a new shirt and the pants you bought. You put them on with tears in your eyes. 

“We have to leave anyway. Bring him in the bed again and sleep as much as you can. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you.” He’s behind you. He’s got his helmet back on and pants but that’s it. You reach out and touch his chest. You startle him.

“I had to make sure that I’m actually awake and that this isn’t a nightmare.” 

He actually laughs at you. 

“I did it.” You cheer with no enthusiasm. “I made the mandalorian laugh.” You walk over to the child– he’s sitting in the middle of the orb with his arms outstretched. Crying. “I’m coming.” You try to calm him, but the sound of your voice makes him cry harder and move his little arms around. 

You pick him up and immediately get in bed. You two are snuggled into each other, he’s basically asleep in your armpit before you two are under the covers. 

Din watches, amused.

You are happy. You’re flying again and not on the ground and the child is happy with his new toys. Loved the tart, just like you thought. You know him so well now. Din even ate one in the privacy of a dark part of the ship. 

“Thank you.” He says turning  the corner. You’ve found a spot with light, away from the child to sew. You put the child down a while ago and Din’s been busy doing work on the Crest.

“For?” You’ve completely forgotten the tart. You’ve been working on a new robe for the child since you woke up and you’re trying to finish because the kid fucking reeks. How does he smell so bad? You wash him every single day and he just stinks. Why? How?

“The treat. It was nice.” He tilts his head as he watches you sink the needle into the fabric and pull the thread through. “You thought of me again.” You turn your head to look at him.

“I think about you all the time.” You’re laughing because you think it’s obvious. Now you regret saying it.

“Y-you do?” It is inquired with disbelief. You laugh again.

“Yes. You’re basically my only friend.” It's chuckled out, but you feel stupid and regretful. Because he is your only friend and you didn’t know if what you two were doing; the business aspect or the physical, were grounds for being considered friends. “I just wanted you to have something nice.” You shrug your shoulders and go back to sewing hoping he’s not feeling to chatty. 

Din doesn’t say anything, just like you wanted but the silence makes you feeling stupid for calling him your friend. Again.

“Do you have friends?” You flick your eyes to him, he’s still looking at you but still is quiet for a while. 

“You would call them that.” He says simply after another minute.

“What does that mean?” You drop the little robe into your lap and look at him fully this time. “What in the stars could that mean?” 

“You would consider them my friends. I don’t know if I would. I don’t know if I have friends. Associates I call them.” 

You nod in understanding.

“Associates.” You repeat the word like it’s fancy and new to you but you know what he means. “They help you with whatever you do out there?” You motion to the endless space you’re floating in. Din shrugs and nods. 

“Sometimes they cause me more trouble.” Din is still watching you. “Where did you learn that?” He motions now to your sewing. 

“My aunt taught me when I was little.” You explain mindlessly. You could finish the robe tonight before bed if you work fast enough. “Taught me how to cook, sew and clean.” 

“And only the sewing stuck after all these years?” Raspy modulator voice. Your head snaps up to look at him. 

“You’re so mean.” You laugh and shake your head. “I do better now. Okay? I got a good thing going with the baby, we have a routine now.” You point at him. “Which you messed up, by the way. It took so much longer to get him to sleep tonight and he didn’t nap today.” You roll your eyes. 

“He had fun.” Modulated raspiness. 

“Oh he did? Aw, I love that.” You completely forget that you’re upset with Din for keeping him out all night. You’re happy the child had fun. Din nods as you go back to your project.

“Will you show me now?” 

You raise an eyebrow at him in curiosity. 

“Your new clothes. Please.” Raspy modulator. You think for a moment. 

“Okay but I get to ask you to do something for me now.” You’re smirking at him and you’ve set your sewing on the floor next to you.

“Anything.” He’s leaning forward, waiting to hear what you have to say. 

“I want to watch too. I don’t want to be in the dark.” You’re both staring at each other and you almost feel like you're talking to yourself the way you can see your reflection in the face visor. 

“Watch?” He’s confused. Now he knows how you feel. You reach out and press your fingertips to his armor and nod.

“I want to see. I never get to see.” Your fingers are lazily dropping down each plate of metal and finally they stop right above his waist. “I really want to see you...” Your gaze has been following your hand, but you snap your eyes up to Din and he’s looking down at you. 

“Watch me…” He moves his hand to lay on top of yours gently and he pushes yours down slowly, your fingers brushing against the plate that covers his groin. You nod and bite your bottom lip.

“I’ll change for you and pose and whatever else you could want, but I want to watch what you’re doing while I do it. Please.” You try being polite like he is when he’s excited and speaking to you.

Din looks at you while your fingers trace along the beskar covering his groin. His head tips down to watch you tease him meaninglessly. You know he can’t feel it. 

You are dying to see him. All of him. All that he can show you, anyway. You got a feel of him the other night. You felt what he was hiding behind that beskar you were touching and you wanted more. Needed more.

Din must have fallen asleep behind his Maker forsaken helmet because he’s just watching your fingers and you feel dumb because you’re just finger fucking metal at this point. You pull your hand away but before it’s even an inch or two away he grabs your wrist. You gasp because you were sure he was asleep, and he holds your hand on the cool armor. 

“Okay.” His raspy modulation sounds reluctant. It doesn’t matter 

“And touch.” You point at him with your other hand. 

“Okay.” More rasp from the helmet. 

“Okay.” You say, attempting to pull your hand away again but he doesn’t budge, he actually presses your hand harder into the beskar.

“You want to touch here?” He questions you, almost surprised again like he cannot fathom why you would do that or why you would want to.

“If you want me to. I’m not trying to fo-” 

“No no. I do.” He cuts you off quickly getting his words out so you can’t change your mind before he can answer. 

“Okay. Let me go get my stuff.”

Returning with your bag of clothing from the market and you set it down beside you. Din is watching intently from the bench that’s attached to the wall. 

“Well?” You look at him, crossing your arms over your chest. He mirrors you.

“You first.” Rasp from the modulator. 

You roll your eyes at him.

“I always go first.” You snip at him. 

“So what’s the problem?” His response almost makes you laugh but you fight it back. 

“Just take the beskar off, what is your problem? Always making things difficult.” You start with the buttons on the top of your shirt. 

Din shakes his head at you and lets his arms fall to his side. He’s hesitating. Watching you fidget with your shirt. You look up and see him, not moving so you stop. 

“Are you going to participate or not? Because the on-” He starts to unclip his cape and you think to yourself that this is going to take so long. He’s going to draw it out. 

It’s not uninteresting to watch though. You’ve never seen him take it if off, you never knew how he did it but you watch now as he unclips the other side of his cape and hangs it on a hook behind him. 

You finish your buttons and slide the shirt down off your shoulders. The cool air in the ship draws goosebumps on your flesh, making your nipples stand with excitement. 

“You really are beautiful.” He says as he undoes the belt around his waist. He lets one side fall and holds the other, keeping it dangling in his hand as he sets it on the bench he’s standing beside now. 

You can do nothing but smile at him as he undoes a similar belt fastened across his chest. He does the same, setting it on the bench. Now it’s getting serious because you see him reach down to his side, working on the fasteners that keep his armor together. 

“Do you need help?” You ask, still in your pants. He nods you over to him. Happily, you walk over to him and press yourself against his chest softly and copy what he’s doing but on the other side. You can feel the chest plate come loose from him against your chest. 

“Stand back.” He rasps gently. Taking a step back, your hands falling to your own waistband to undo your own buttons and fasteners. You watch as he lifts the armor up over his head in one piece and he sets it on the ground with a soft metallic clink.

Now he’s just got a black long sleeved shirt on and it’s clung to him. It’s so tight. You can see the outline of every muscle in his arms and shoulders. 

Pushing your pants to the ground now, stepping out of them and leaving them in a pile as you take your place back in front of Din. 

“How do you get the bottom ones off?” You look for fasteners but see none. Din chuckles and shows you the fasteners down by his knee. You’re quick to kneel in front of him, eyes never leaving his helmet as you pull and twist the ties that keep his beskar together, stumbling because you can’t really see. You want him to look down at you.

You’re eye level with the same groin plate that you had your fingers on earlier. You lean in, eyes still looking up at Din and press your lips to it gently as the fasteners come free between your fingers. The shin guard falls against your upper thigh. You set it down gently beside you and move to Din’s other leg. You know what to do now, and you get it done quickly, you need to see him. Every inch of him from the neck down. You just have to. 

“Beautiful.” His modulated voice coos down to you. He’s tucked his thumbs into his waistband and he’s pushing the belt that keeps his groin plate melded with the rest of his lower armor. It clunks as it hit the floor. Now he’s just in black. The fabric between the beskar was baggy, everything underneath was tight. Very tight. He has an erection and you can see it through his pants. 

“Will you take those off?” You ask softly. You’re still on your knees in front of him, 

“You have to put something on… first.” He sits back down on the bench next to his belts. He pulls his gloves off and sets them down. “Go on.” He’s left you kneeling on the floor a foot away. 

It’s infuriating. Not really. Kind of. But you like it. And you’d do just about anything to see what the hell he’s got under that black outfit. You know the top half. You did a good job at memorizing it with your hands and the short minute you got to see him the other night with the lights on. But what is below is waist, Maker. 

You stand and snatch the bag of clothes off the floor. 

“What do you wanna see first? I got new pants–” 

“Pants. Do them first.” 

“You didn’t even let me finish.” You blink at him. 

“I don’t care. I want to see.” He tilts his head up to you instead of your middle, where he had been looking since you stood up. 

Rolling your eyes, you step into the pants quickly. You fasten them and you show him, held above your sides. 

“See. So nice.” You do a spin, stopping so he can admire the back. You put one hand on your hip and pop it forward slightly, posing. “So cute.” You go to unbutton them. 

“Do it slow. And bend when you take them off.” He’s giving you a demand. You raise an eyebrow. “And turn around.” He still has all his stuff on. 

“Fine. But then it’s your turn to take them off.” You nod at his pants. He nods up at you.

Turning around, you slowly untie the string that keeps one side together and watch as they come undone in your fingers. You don’t know what he’s doing back there, it makes you kind of nervous but he’s never let you down so far.

The button on the other side comes next. It opens easily. You part the two pieces of fabric and slide your hands in the waistband and instead of letting them fall to your ankles the way you normally would, you begin to push them down slowly, bending as they slide down the curve of your behind. As they slide down your hips; the bend in your middle becoming more dramatic you hear Din exhale from under the helmet. 

He’s watching, probably holding his breath. Liking the way you look bent over and opened up to him. You feel exposed, and naughty letting him see you in this position. You bend over a little further than you have to. You feel a warm finger on your already wet fold. Feather touch. Just a tease. You snap up and turn but he’s naked. 

Everything but the helmet is on the floor next to him and he’s got one hand fisted around himself and he’s stroking his length gently. 

“Can I have some?” He asks, nodding to your middle. You nod, taking another step towards him so he doesn’t have to reach. He slides the hand he has wrapped around himself between your legs and scoops your wetness into his fingers and palm and then brings it back to his erect cock. You both watch as he rubs it in and starts to stroke himself again. “Did you buy anything white?”

You look up at his helmet and nod, wondering how he knew you did. It’s just a simple dress, almost a nightgown but it was so beautiful you couldn’t say no. 

“Put it on for me. Please.”

The way he says it to you makes your knees weak. You are almost too enthralled watching him touch himself the way he is to understand what he’s saying. His cock is everything you dreamed and thought it would be. It’s big, bigger than his one fist and the head is thick, a deep ridge separates it from the shaft. It glistens now with your slickness. You want to just sit on it. Fuck it. Fuck the dress. You need it inside of you.

“Please.” He says again and you see him squeeze his cock gently in his fist near the base.

“Okay.” It’s barely a whisper but you turn to grab the dress. It goes on easily over your arms and it falls right above the knee.

“Come.” He beckons you with his free hand. Obliging you take the one step closer to him. Din’s admiring you from behind the helmet. “Closer.” One curl of his first two fingers pulls you closer to him and that same hand reaches for your breast.

His hand presses against it gently and then a little harder. Your eyes flick between his hand on you and the hand he’s got on himself. He’s stretching the fabric around your soft flesh. You see your nipple, hardened beneath the thin white sheet that separates you from his hand. 

“B-beautiful.” He keeps his hand like that, the fabric stretched taught over the diamond peak of your breast. He works his hand a little faster on himself while he looks. While he’s still holding on to your chest he asks. “Can you b-bend over for m-me again for me, please?” Your eyes snap up to his helmet. “And lift the dress so I can s-see?” 

“Okay.” You smirk. Din’s a freak apparently, with a voyeur streak in him. You step away and the hand on your chest falls to his side. 

Turning so your facing away from him, you bend at the waist, lifting the dress up above the curve of your ass and let it rest on your back. Din exhales loudly behind you.

“Can you g-get on your knees?” 

You oblige him, dropping to your knees. You spread your legs so he can get a good look from the back. You’re slightly annoyed because you wanted to watch but, you like that he wants to look at you. You like that it’s not pitch black either. 

“Touch.” He rasps from where he had been standing. 

You have to think for a moment and then you understand. You drop your chest to the floor of the ship and put one hand between your legs and let your fingers circle around your clit slowly. You’re lips are puffy and swollen and you’re dripping . Din moans loudly. “Y-yes.” It's drawn out. You start to move them quicker, a moan pulled from your chest quietly as you do so. 

“Do not look away from the wall, understand?” You almost turn around because he’s right behind you now, but what he says registers, and the fact that his raspiness of the modulator is gone lets you know he’s got his helmet off, now you get it. 

Without another warning, Din’s mouth is on you. You move your hand to give him as much access as he wants. One hand is brushing against your knees, urging you to push them apart. You open them wider and keep your eyes on the wall. His tongue parts your slit, and now that you’re spread, his hands grip your ass tightly in each palm and he opens you. 

The warm softness of his tongue sliding between your velvet is just how you remember. The flat wideness of his tongue licks you from your already tingling clit, up over your entrance and then, a whole new experience of that same soft warmness on your tight, puckered hole. You hear him sigh softly, and feel the warm air being expelled from his nose. Din swirls his tongue around your asshole and then the tightness and the pressure of him pushing it inside of you. 

You’re a puddle. It’s a new feeling, not a bad one. His hands are gripping your soft cheeks tightly as he pulls you apart, lapping at your hole. It feels so good, not like when he licks you anywhere else. It’s a whole different bracket of pleasure. You know that it won’t ever make you feel the way it does when you come, not like that but it does feel good. Especially because Din is doing it to you.

“I want to taste every inch of you.” He’s panting softly against your skin, kissing now along your cheeks and up to your back. “I want to lick and suck and kiss every fucking inch of you.” He’s kissing up your spine now, his hands still spreading you. 

“Please.” You gasp out as he presses the tip of himself in the middle of your spread cheeks.

“Would you let me?” His voice is deep, but still soft. It demands something from you and you’re willing to give it to him. “Put it in here?”

“I’d let you do anything you want.” It’s said in a dreamy tone because you wouldn’t think you’d even care if it hurt because you want him inside of you in any capacity. 

“So good. You’re so good.” He moans and rubs the head around your tight, puckered canal. “I want to. I want it so bad.” You anticipate fiery pain but he pulls away. “Stay there.” And then his hands are gone and the heat radiating off of him is gone from behind you and you audibly whine in disappointment because you were sure that you were going to feel him inside of you.

“Why?” The question is long and drawn out in another whine. “Please come back.” 

“You come here.” His modulated rasp beckons you. You look over your shoulder and he’s sitting back on the bench, his hard cock is in his fist and he’s pumping it up and down. You see the muscles in his arms and shoulders tense and relax as he does it. “Come. Please.” He calls you over with his other hand, two fingers curling towards him. 

You crawl to him and Din lets his head fall back against the wall behind him. You’re between his legs, mouth already open because you hope that he’s going to let you do it. He does, he takes the hand that called you over and runs his fingers through your hair.

“You want it?” His raspy modulation tone is back but you don’t care. You nod up at him, his grip in your hair tightens. “You’re going to let me feed it to you like last time?” You nod again, sticking your tongue out of your mouth, showing him where you want him to put it. “G-good, Maker. So p-perfect and beautiful.” 

Din rubs the tip of his cock along the flat of your tongue and groans loudly, pulling his hips back suddenly. 

“So soft.” He’s amazed by you once again. He rubs the tip against your tongue again while still thrusting his fist up and down on himself. He’s staring down at you through the helmet. You’d swear into the creed or whatever it would take just to get him to take it off. You slowly wrap your lips around the head of his cock, swirling your tongue along the ridge that separates it from the length of him. 

Din lets out a sound you’ve never heard from him before. It’s a choked back sob of pleasure. It motivates you to take more of him into your mouth, sucking and pulling the length of him into the back of your throat. You stop when you feel the head of his cock start to gag you.

“No don’t.” Din cries out as you begin to pull away, gently with his fingers still gripping your hair he pulls you back down, this time enough for the tip of your nose to touch his lower stomach. You gag softly, tears pickle at the outer corners of your eyes. “Y-you feel s-so good.” 

You lift your eyes from the base of him, to his helmet and he’s got his head leaned back against the wall of the hull. His other hand now find your hair and he begins to lift your head and push you down on his cock gently, fucking your face. It’s not aggressive, just enough to make you gag softly with every thrust forward of his hips and downward pull on your head. The raspy moans coming from his helmet are enough for you to try and relax your throat as much as you can, trying to take him deeper and make those moans more desperate. 

You feel the thick head of him slip past the tightness of your throat and he gasps, his grip tightens on your hair. You’re struggling a little bit, not letting his girth overwhelm you but you stay relaxed as he starts thrusting into your mouth with determination. Still not aggressive but you can tell he’s not going to last long, so you put your hands on his thighs and feel how strong he really is and you know he’s holding back. He doesn’t want to hurt you. 

“Oh Maker.” He moans and pulls back. He leaves your mouth and throat with an audible wet sucking noise and his fist is wraps around his length again. “Keep it open.” He moans softly and pulls you in closer by your hair. “Say you want it, please.” You know he’s going to come, he’s thrusting his fist up and down on himself so vigorously. Between your legs is aching. Keeping your mouth open, you stick your tongue back out and drop so you’re almost below him so he can aim.

“I want it so bad. Please give it to me.” You beg up to him.

And Din does. He shoots rope after rope of hot white onto your face. Most of it goes into your mouth but he missed the first two. Shooting out across your nose and cheek. Din’s hand is still in your hair, his muscular chest rises and falls with each breath and his helmet is turned down to gaze at you.

“So beautiful,” His hand leaves him, his fingers press against your cheek and he drags the spilled come to your mouth and pushes his fingers past your lips. “You like when I feed it to you?” He’s cooing raspily to you as you suck his fingers clean. You nod while your tongue slides down the space between his fingers. He does this again until there is nothing left on your face but your own saliva. “Good. I like doing it.” 

You stare up at him in adoration. You think you’re infatuated with him. Din’s been the only thing on your mind since that night you first shared together. 

“Do you want me to do that for you?” He asks. You nod. “It has to be dark.” 

“Okay.” 

Before he turns the lights off, he slips the dress over your head and lets his hands explore the front of you. His palms pressed flat against your breasts, squeezing them. 

“Sit,” He nods to the bench that his belts are still on and you look at him confused. “I’ll show you.” 

You sit on the bench and Din takes one of your feet and places it on the edge of the bench, just behind your thigh. He does the same thing with the other. You’re against the hull of the ship, the cool metal pressed tightly to your back. Then in a swift motion, Din slides his hands up your shins, grabs your knees and pushes them apart. You’re shocked at how far your legs go. “Stay just like that.” He leaves the room and suddenly you’re plunged into the darkness again. 

You don’t hear him come back, you only feel his warm breath on your inner thighs. 

“Din.” You whimper softly, your hands go to where you think his hair is but you miss by so far, so so far and there’s warm wetness on the tip of one of your fingers. Something hard and then your fingers being enveloped in warmth and wetness. Din sucks your finger into his mouth. It’s not what you had intended, you wanted your fingers in his hair, but him sucking on your finger the way you just had been was erotic and was making you wetter.

Now, with an idea of where his hair is, you reach more carefully, your fingers finding the thick, coarse hair that you had been searching for before and you grip it as his tongue swirls around your digit. You whimper when he bites the end of your finger gently as he pulls away from your hand. You were so wrapped up in how noteworthy this feeling was– you would be asking Din to do it again in the future– it felt that it didn’t cross your mind to pull it away. 

Now that you have both hands available, and you know where his hair is, you grip it gently. 

“Make m-me do it.” Din’s whispering against the spot just above your slit, his tongue dips out from between his lips and licks you there once, softly. “P-please, m-make-” You don’t let him finish before you tighten your grip and push his head just the half inch he wanted you to. Din had his tongue ready to lap at you the second he touched you. He went to work with the big slow circles that have no meaning, they’re just to make you know he’s there. 

His fingers are pushing into you rhythmically, but again with no real pressure or force. He just wants you to know that he’s there. You do. You feel so incredibly vulnerable in this position. Splayed wider than you thought you could be. Din presses the flat of his tongue against your clit, applying pressure and moves it up and down slowly. The feeling makes you moan and you don’t have to hold back as much tonight. So you don't. You let the moan– that starts deep in your chest– roll out of you and your head falls back against the hull of the ship with a low, metallic clank and it echoes softly. 

You and Din both laugh at the sound in the darkness. His warm breath is so comforting as he goes back to lapping at you, his fingers curling inside of you slowly now, edging that orgasm he was trying to coax out of you closer. 

“Din.” It’s another deep moan and your fingers clench his hair harder. He takes one of your feet and places it on his shoulder. You move the other one to his shoulder too and now you can scoot yourself further towards his mouth. Your hips start to roll against his hands and mouth. 

He moans, apparently loving your enthusiasm and pushes his fingers against that raised patch inside of you and starts to thrust them in and out. Your sounds of excitement and slickness fill the room and he moans again, his tongue finding those tight circles in the perfect rhythm. He wants to hear you come. Not just watch tonight. 

“P-please.” You whimper, the feeling of your climax is so close and you know he’s about to bring you there. “I wann-” Your whined plea is cut short as he quickened his pace with the drives forward of his hand. “Oh M-maker. Maker. Din. Din. Oh Din.” All the words strained as you feel him send you over that edge he was bringing you too. 

“Oh Din. Yes. Oh yes. Yes.” They’re almost just breath spoken as he milks and sucks the orgasm out of you, his lips wrapped around your clit now, sucking softly as he continues fucking you with his fingers. Now, along with the thrusts, he stops and curls his fingers against that patch and does it again. It makes you arch your back and you do have to bite your lip because you can’t scream. You want to but you can’t.

You shiver as the last sensations of bliss leave you and the overwhelming twitches and soft jerks of your body at his tongue on you again. But he knows, he can tell by the way you pull his hair. He carefully laps at your entrance, his tongue cleaning and tasting you at the same time. Din’s got his hands on your ankles now so you can’t move them. He’s going to do this for as long as he wants and that’s completely fine with you. 

Resting your head on the hull, you’re panting. Heart is pounding. Everything about it was incredible. You’re upset you didn’t come here sooner to do this because you were able to enjoy yourself without having to worry about waking up the child. 

“I want to do something with you, but you might not like it.” Din says from the dark.

You honestly would let him do whatever he wanted. You did not care. Especially in that moment. 

“Do whatever you want to me. As long as I do that at the end. I don’t give a shit.” You finally let go of his hair and let your hands push you up off the bench. As good as it was, it was not the most comfortable and now your knees and tailbone hurt. 

“You say that now.” He laughs softly. His modulator still hasn’t returned. 

what the HELL could this helmeted man have in store for you?????

HINT: this gif has a clue.

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Din Djarin x f!reader

Somnophilia: a sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person

A/n: okay so I’m terrified lol this is my very first time writing Din! This is part of the writing challenge from @iamasaddie 😘 this is short, sweet and hopefully good!

Warnings: reader does have bewbs & a vagina, the moodboard does not represent reader in any way, it’s just for aesthetic purposes, lightly edited, all mistakes are mine

Wc: 495

Tucked away in a soft bed on the planet of Naboo, Din was fast asleep, snuggled tight in your arms. After getting married, the two of you always slept naked next to each other. His face resting on top of your breasts. You had just woken up from a wet dream, desperate for your husband to bury his cock in you. As you held him, you took in his features; the lines in his face soften, his cheeks fuller than when you had first seen his face. You brushed a curl out of his face, deciding to see just how much you could touch him without waking him, you gently run your nails against his scalp.

A soft, sleepy moan escapes your loves lips as you gently press yours against his forehead. You wait a few beats before running your fingers through his hair once more, adding just a tad bit more pressure when you scratch his scalp.

He doesn’t move or make a sound this time.

You give an experimental roll of your hips, feeling a rush of adrenaline as you try to chase a little friction where you need it most.

He squeezes you a little bit tighter in his sleep as he rubs his face on your chest before settling back into a deep sleep.

You give it a few beats again before you start tightening your leg over his a bit more and grind on his thigh. It starts slow. Barely any movement at all. His muscular thigh fitting perfectly between your thighs. The most beautiful friction against your little bundle of nerves. You started to pick up speed, grinding faster. You squeezed your eyes and lips shut in fear of making any noise that would wake Din.

Your breathing hitched as you get closer and closer to your sweet release, the pressure building and building. You keep grinding your sopping wet cunt against your husband’s thick thigh.

A burst of stars and colorful dots cloud your vision as you begin to cum. Din’s thigh seems to feel even better, almost thicker as though he’s flexing. Your chest heaving with silent moans, your arms practically squeezing his head as you held him tight to your breast.

As you started to come down from your high, you loosen your hold on his head and thigh. Having been so lost in the ecstasy of your orgasm, you completely forgot your current state. You gently reached down to touch his thigh and sure enough you left a bit of a wet spot on your husband.

You figure since he’s asleep he won’t notice it so you roll over, pulling the blanket up over your shoulders.

As you begin to drift off, you feel Din shuffle behind you as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you back into his body.

Just as your on the brink of sleep, you feel his breath near your ear, his lips brush against your neck,

“My needy mesh’la”

[draculasfavoritewife]

Hunted

Summary: Tatooine is a planet filled with old ghosts, and when one of yours rears its ugly head again, your Mandalorian takes matters into his own capable hands.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Warnings: Canon-typical violence and minor OC death at the end. Allusions to hunter/prey roleplay and bondage, my voice kink makes a couple of cameo appearances. I the writer was particularly thirsty for Din Djarin the day I wrote this and thus take full responsibility for the results.

This is really one of the most blatantly self-indulgent things I've written, born of many long daydreaming sessions and my love for any episode where my man rubs elbows with the delightful and despicable denizens of the OG desert planet. I truly can't explain it, Tatooine Din™️ just hits me different, so please enjoy this very long fic about it.

*Translations of less common words/phrases in Mando'a at the end

You step into the crowded main street of the city, taking a moment to let all of your senses adjust to the stark difference. The last week or so has been spent on the ship in a cold vacuum, the gleaming blur of hyperspace and the steady thrum of engines a constant gentle halo in the background. It was nice, if a little quiet for your personal taste. Your partner certainly doesn’t talk much, and you tend to spend much of your time alone with him less conversationally inclined as a result.

He’s rubbed off on you that way. 

Now the twin suns of Tatooine scorch down on you from above, making eyes that have become accustomed to soft darkness sting. A throng of street vendors, lowlifes, and ne’er-do-wells streams through the ragtag market on all sides, moving bodies chattering nonstop in floods of Basic, Huttese, Aqualish, Droid, and snatches of more exotic tongues. 

A moment, and you feel yourself suddenly at ease again, as your brain resets back to your old lifestyle in the Core Worlds. It feels like putting on a well-loved shaak-leather coat that remembers all your contours just right. 

“You look happy,” the Mandalorian observes from beside you. 

You always wonder about him, how he's actually faring under that helmet, so shiny in this harsh light that you come away with spots in your vision after glancing at him too long. Din walks with the easy confidence of a man that’s walked these alleys many times before, but you know him more personally than most. He’s a quiet man under that shell, one who vastly prefers his solitude and finds the company of most beings in the galaxy a soul-stealing chore after two minutes. 

And unlike you, he never relaxes. 

“I am.” You side-eye him, briefly admiring his prowling stride as he diligently scans the moving figures surrounding the pair of you. “Sometimes I really like big crowds.” 

“You’re crazy,” he remarks. “This many people add too many variables.” 

“Your comment stands.” You draw closer to him in order to reach into the satchel slung across his body and ruffle the Kid’s long ears. “But to me, it’s almost easier. I can usually read people’s intentions pretty well. Bodies speak louder in crowds.” 

“I suppose.” He hasn’t stopped his surveillance yet. You can guess at how his eyes are darting here and there beneath the visor. He probably has at least two escape routes planned out already, if not more. 

You want nothing more than to tell him to relax and enjoy himself — you’re not even here on hunter business, simply to refuel and stock up on supplies before your next run — but you know that’s a useless endeavor. 

“I found that strangely hot, by the way,” you say instead, since it HAS been taking up space in your mind for some time. 

“What?” 

“Finding out you speak Tusken. That’s VERY attractive.” 

It was. When he had to negotiate with the scouts on your way into town, you couldn’t deny the fluttering in your stomach at hearing his low, smoky voice bark out the harsh sounds as he supplemented his meaning with crisp sign language. 

And besides the sound of it, you certainly find it very hot for a man of his stature to be so willing and ready to communicate and settle fraught situations peacefully. 

“I — what — I don’t — ?” 

It still makes you grin, how easily flustered he is when you catch him off-guard with flirting. 

“Don’t you think so, Grogu?” You poke the Kid’s tiny nose. “Isn’t it attractive when your buir talks like that?” 

The little one squeals enthusiastically in response, probably more to your teasing than the actual question. 

“Stop that, don’t encourage her.” Din casts a disapproving look first at the Kid and then at you; it strikes you as funny how well you can translate such a simple tilt of the helmet. “And don’t you ask him that, he’s just a kid.” 

“I think you’re blushing under that bucket,” you smirk, sidling away. 

“I’m not.” 

You subside with the teasing for the time being, and the Mandalorian releases a sigh of relief as you start wandering, letting handmade jewelry and stoneware snatch your attention away from him. He’s getting better at keeping up with your rapid changes of interest, but somehow your more romantic moods still manage to get the better of him when you’re out in public. 

He blames the environment. When it’s just the two of you alone, he can see what’s coming in the slant of your lips or the way you suddenly decide to plant yourself right in front of whatever he’s working on. And he’s almost as likely to initiate now, so long as the Kid’s not in the same room. But out here, as his field of vision constantly shifts in the sea of bodies, and his right hand drifts between Grogu in his satchel and the pistol at his hip, he just doesn’t possess the bandwidth to also process what the kriff could possibly turn you on so much about his language skills. 

He tucks that particular piece of information away in a metaphorical corner, to dissect and possibly use at a later time. 

You return to him after your little side trip, flirtation seemingly forgotten for now. “I saw a ring at that one booth —” you gesture over your shoulder “— that I’m almost positive is dolovite. So pretty. I’m not even sure the vendor knows what he’s got. It’s tempting.” 

“I bet.” He notes the tone of your voice, the way you glance back one more time as the pair of you move on. 

“But we are here for the essentials, first and foremost. Maybe if it’s still there by the end of the day.” 

He nods thoughtfully, and listens as you ramble through the list of what the three of you need, both in terms of provisions and to keep the ship flying. 

The sooner you’re all able to leave this crowd and noise behind, the better. 

He doesn’t care for the feeling that his little clan’s safety isn’t completely under his control. 

Hours later, stewardship of the satchel carrying the Kid has passed over to you. Din carries the day’s purchases, slung from either end of the pole balanced across his wide shoulders. He watches affectionately from behind his immobile visage of beskar at the sight of you spiritedly haggling with a Twi’lek vendor over the price of fruit. The arm not being used to illustrate your point cradles Grogu, half-asleep, close to your torso, and it touches something deep inside him, to see you care for his foundling so naturally. 

The image almost — almost — lulls him into something resembling a dangerous sense of peace.

Almost, but not quite. 

Which is why, when the blaster bolt narrowly misses your shoulder and instead blows a crate of produce into a violently sticky explosion, he’s only a half-second slower than he normally would be as he pivots sharply and yanks out his own weapon. His shot drops the sniper leaning out of a second-story window across the street, a Rodian crumpling to the ground in a tangle of ragged cloak. 

His armor-clad body is positioned in front of you in another second, keeping you and the Kid sandwiched between the booth and his beskar as he rapidly searches for any more guns to rear their ugly muzzles. 

The market has dissolved into chaos around you, but no more fire is heard. 

You slip your DL-44 out of your back holster with one hand and push the satchel carrying Grogu further out of the way with the other. The road had cleared in seconds, the trembling fruit vendor ducking down behind his wares. The atmosphere is suddenly quiet, too many people holding their breaths all at once. 

“See anything?” you whisper to Din. 

“Negative,” he mutters back. “He was acting alone, or else the others have retreated. Looking for heat signatures is useless, they’re everywhere here.” 

A grim suspicion starts to rise in your chest, but you keep your voice removed as you step from behind him and give him a sharp nod. “Cover me? I need to take a look at our shooter.” 

He stalks behind you as you cross, your trigger finger settling into its well-worn spot in readiness. Grogu is silent; only the tips of his giant ears poke up from the top of the bag. 

For a kid, he’s been in enough firefights to know the drill by now. 

Arriving beside the smoking form of the Rodian, you flip him over and push aside the cloak, your hand drawing back when you see exactly what you were afraid you would find. 

The sigil of a sand ape emblazoned on his jacket in red. 

“Talk to me,” Din urges, voice tight. “Do you know why he was targeting you?” 

You straighten up and bite your lip for a second, struggling over the best way to break the news to him. You’d thought it was long enough ago that old scores would be forgotten, but on Tatooine, grudges rarely die, instead simmering deep beneath the filth like a krayt dragon awaiting its next meal. 

And now you’ve unwittingly brought your riduur and his ad’ika into danger. 

“I lived in Mos Eisley for a bit at one point.” You sigh. “And I left under…difficult circumstances. I’m a bit of a loose end as far as a local gang is concerned, Din. They paid well for some mercenary jobs — it was a nice temporary setup. Last hit I was hired for turned out to have a Guild bounty on him though, and they paid more to have him delivered alive. I saw a business opportunity and didn’t look back. But I made some powerful people here pretty angry.” 

“Dank farrik.” He curses under his breath. You can nearly hear his exasperated thoughts — can’t I have ONE uneventful outing? Just ONE? — but he shakes it off swiftly and is soon all business again, his next query clipped and brusque. “Does he have a tracking fob?” 

You shake your head. “They don’t want Guild here anymore, if you recall. No, it’ll be a more intimate affair, I’d bet my blades on that. This is about revenge and closure; if there’s a reward payout it’s from the boss man himself, and probably only advertised by word of mouth.” 

The Mandalorian refocuses his thoughts from where they ever so briefly derailed at your casual misuse of the term “intimate affair” and grunts his acknowledgment. “I gather the boss man wants you alive, then?” 

You laugh, a dry, ironic sound. “Oh, he will. I have a feeling he wants to watch me suffer a bit before he kills me. Or who knows?” With a shrug, you shove the body into an alleyway and return to where you both left your purchases, only the dance of your tense fingers across the grip of your blaster giving away your readiness to protect yourself. “Maybe he’ll make me his own personal slave instead. I knew all that club dancing I did would come in handy someday.” 

Din makes a hissing sound of annoyance at your flippant tongue as he follows. There’s something about the way you can talk so carelessly about such degrading fates that truly distresses him. He knows you don’t need his protection on the same level the Kid does, but the thought of either of those options actually befalling you under his watch makes his hands clench into fists, leather gloves protesting as they stretch across his knuckles. But he knows too, that dark humor is often your way of dealing with stress, so he endeavors to let it slide and not see red. 

“Do you know where he is?” he demands suddenly. 

“The boss man? I used to. And there are people I could ask.” You take the satchel with the Kid off and hand it back to him, opting to take the parcels instead. He can fight with a baby strapped to him better than you can, and knowing you’re the primary target this time, you’d rather keep him safer. “Why?” 

“Later.” His voice has gone tense again, he must have seen something you don’t. “Right now we have to get out of here. You’re too exposed.” 

Your gaze falls on a nearby speeder bike with no obvious owner nearby. “They’ve gotten lax without me around,” you smirk, straddling the bike and revving its powerful engine. “Leaving their valuables all helpless and unattended. It’s a real shame.” 

The Mandalorian is staring at you, the drop of his shoulders suggesting surprise at your brazenness. 

“Get on,” you encourage him, laying the carrying pole across the seat behind you. “You’re getting twitchy, so there must be trouble. What’s got your cape in a twist?” 

He takes a seat behind you and settles his pulse rifle across his knees. “There’s a couple more in similar jackets closing in,” he reveals in an undertone. “And I just haven’t seen you…steal a vehicle before, is all.” 

A shot pings over his helmet before you can properly react to that. 

“Drive!” he orders, pivoting to return fire. 

You oblige, gunning the motor and tearing off down the main thoroughfare. “There’s still a few things you haven’t seen me do, Cyare,” you toss back as he dusts one of the gang members on your way past. “You and the Kid made me go soft.” 

He huffs doubtfully and nods to a narrow opening between buildings up ahead. “Can you get us out of sight?” 

“If you hang on tight enough.” You execute a tight turn at the last moment and shoot down the alley, glad the bike is compact enough to follow the cramped tunnel between the crumbling dwellings. “It’s gonna be rough ’til we’re in the open, though.” 

Din doesn’t answer in words, but his free arm wraps around your waist and you can feel the Kid’s small body tucked between the two of you. 

And it’s almost an oddly pleasant feeling, outrunning any would-be pursuers with the two of them held so close. 

By the end of the hour, supplies have been loaded into the ship and Grogu has been left in the doting care of Peli, who as always is more than happy to entertain the little guy as long as you and Din keep trouble far away from her repair station. You and the Mandalorian are now camped out on a rooftop overlooking the marketplace, a tattered fabric canopy mercifully providing some scant relief from the sunlight if not the oppressive heat. As always, your riduur appears totally indifferent to such a thing as physical discomfort, leaning out from under the awning to scope the street below through the sight of his rifle. 

Does his armor have an internal cooling system? Or are Mandalorians really just that tough? 

“You know, we could just leave,” you finally suggest. “It’s not like this particular group ever goes off-world.” 

“We could.” 

You can tell there’s a reason why he won’t. 

“But I return to Tatooine semi-frequently. And I don’t want you to constantly be looking over your shoulder every time.” 

You sit back with a sigh, idly tuning up your blaster. His ways are still foreign to you sometimes. Before your partnership, you made a life depending on adaptability and quick thinking. Having only yourself to worry about, and knowing there was no one else out there worrying about you, made it easier to simply uproot and go elsewhere whenever the heat was on you. 

Din is nearly the opposite. If there’s a way he can make things more secure for those in his care, if there’s a good enough reason, he won’t ever back down from a struggle.

He already has his mind made up. 

It’s just a bit jarring to realize that you’re the good enough reason this time. 

“What are you thinking, then?” you prompt. 

He doesn’t break his focus on the area below as he answers. “I’m thinking I just killed a couple gang members and got some interesting information out of them. I’m ex-Guild and looking for work, and being a ruthless mercenary, I might just be willing to turn on a crew member if the price is right.” 

You can’t help your sudden intake of breath at his ingenious plan. “And once we get there?” 

He finally turns to face you, his next words cold and hard as tempered beskar. “Then we kill him.” 

And there’s something a little bit more menacing in there than simple pragmatism. He has taken on the role of cabur for you and the Kid; this isn’t just about keeping trouble off your backs in future. 

Someone has threatened you, and he will not rest until that threat has been put down.

That is his duty, and he will not shirk it. 

“I love you,” you murmur, barely above the hot breeze that rakes through your hair. 

He rises to his feet, shoulders his rifle. “And I you. Which is why we’re going to have to make this look convincing. You get a two-minute head start. Whenever you’re ready.” 

You swipe a dull sand-colored cloak from a stall as you pass, immediately diving into the heart of the throng, which seems to have recovered from the earlier incident. Mos Eisley is nothing if not desensitized to crime and violence, and for a moment, you almost lose yourself in awe at the apathy of the average citizen as you let the flow of movement carry you along. Nobody cares what happens around here, so long as it doesn’t happen to them. 

It’s…odd, to remember how it felt to think that way. 

Shaking yourself back into the moment, you weave between beings of all shapes and sizes, focusing on making yourself forgettable and not appearing in too much of a hurry. You know Din will find you no matter where you end up — he’s just too good at his job not to. So for the moment you let yourself enjoy this little game, a moment spent as the quarry of a very desirable predator. 

It would be a lie to say you haven’t fantasized about this before. 

A ripple passes through the crowd to your left and behind you, people shifting to make room, like river currents split by a large stone. Only one person you know could possibly cause such a stir.

Only idiots choose to stand in the way of a hunting Mandalorian. 

Which means he’s here. 

Your heart accelerates and you try to think of a way to stall him just a little longer. Reluctantly pulling a few credits from your belt pouch, you regretfully let them scatter in the dust, knowing the only thing that reliably beats fear is greed. The people nearest to you devolve into pushing and shoving in their eagerness to get their hands on them, a writhing wall springing up between you and your pursuer. 

With a grin, you slip backwards, drifting in the opposite direction of where you had been headed before, catching the barest glimpse of sun glaring off metal as you pass. 

That's a little longer. 

He’ll expect you to be thinking the way he thinks, not the way you do, so you stamp down the inclination to think that way and instead travel into a seedier part of town, seeking out more raucous company. Wandering through cantinas and gambling dens, you pick up a refreshing blue milk along the way and almost start to let the tension ebb from your muscles. But when you see him emerge from the street and gaze through the window of the same building you were just about to exit, your adrenaline shoots up again. A dash through a maze of alleys and one stolen ride on the back of a droid rickshaw later, and even you aren’t so sure what part of the city you’ve made it to. 

The twin suns are finally beginning to sink lower in the sky as you thoughtfully chew on a piece of bantha jerky and walk through a crowded residential section, no doubt where the lower classes live. It’s much quieter here, the low-income strata not having the credits to spend on frivolities at the market. 

It’s almost…too quiet. 

You hear him before you see him, an almost deceptively musical clink of the explosive charges on his belt against his vambrace as his arm brushes past. There’s nowhere to run anymore, so you pull back your hood with an admittedly dramatic flourish and discard your savory treat, hands sliding to the twin vibroblades sheathed at your thighs. 

“So, its finally come to this, Mando.” You pull your knives and take up a fighting stance. “No use in trying to sweet-talk you out of this, is there?” 

He doesn’t answer, just pulls his own blade and gestures with his chin as if saying “Try me”. 

So you do. 

The pair of you has sparred many times before, and this altercation is brief but outwardly brutal. Finesse is nice, but necessity calls for any potential advantage to be pressed and pressed hard. For the agility your much lighter choice of clothing grants you, you can’t dent him when fully armored, so finally you resort to simple but effective tactics and throw dust in his face. 

Even a visor with a heat sensor takes a second to recalibrate from that. 

You do, however, have a scripted ending for this outing, and as you sprint off, his grappling cable snakes around your hips and down your legs, dropping you in the sand. He strides up to you, tosses a pair of binders down next to you. 

“Cuff yourself,” he orders, breath coming in heavy pants after your scuffle. “I’m taking you in.” 

And since it’s him who just captured you, who would have captured you eventually no matter what because he’s just THAT good, you don’t mind. 

No, you reflect as he hefts you over his shoulder and walks away from the few scattered spectators your fight drew out, you really don’t mind this arrangement at all. 

Maybe you’ll have to tell him that, later. 

Your former employer’s headquarters are still where you remember them, and you almost smirk at the sense of uncomfortable familiarity when Din lowers you to the floor and unties your legs. Still cuffed — and a bit tired after spending the afternoon trying to outwit the best hunter in the parsec — it’s not difficult to look angry and beaten down, kneeling there in the dust. 

The boss man rises from his seat at the table, a hulking Devaronian with a chipped horn and a hungry grimace. He swaggers over, nods at the Mandalorian standing behind you. 

“I suppose I can turn a blind eye at the loss of a few good men for this. You have absolutely no idea how this one little troublesome scavenger has been occupying my thoughts.” 

Din remains silent, simply holding out a hand, a wordless demand for payment. 

Your old boss grins, nods to a couple of lackeys to bring over the credits, hauls you to your feet by the back of your shirt. 

The Mandalorian’s hand brushes past your leg as you move, and one of your knives is quietly returned to its sheath. 

“Since you turned tail and ran so quickly after disobeying me, I assume you have some idea of what I do to clever little turncoats, don’t you?” sneers the Devaronian, leaning altogether too close for your liking. 

Your cuffed hands lower in seeming fear as you shrink beneath his intimidating glare. 

“This is going to be fun,” he threatens, a hand drawing up your neck and along your jaw. “You need to learn some respect, and I’m going to —” 

The vibroblade sunk deep into his chest cuts his words off rather suddenly. 

There’s a lot you can still do, even in binders. 

The outraged lackeys are swiftly dropped by precise shots from Din, and the two of you are left gazing at each other in a now oddly quiet room. 

“I don’t know if I’d call that ‘fun’," you remark to your limp ex-boss, crouching to retrieve your knife. “A little anticlimactic, actually. Bit of a shame I had to do that. But also satisfying to see your plan turn out so well, don’t you think, Mando?” 

Din doesn’t answer right away, tucking away the bounty that he earned by catching you. “We should be on our way,” is what he finally grunts. “There’ll be more gang members swarming this place any minute now.” 

“I agree.” Rising to stand in front of him, you hold out your arms expectantly, casting a flirty smile up at his dark visor. “And, much as I enjoyed being your prisoner for a day, you can let me go now.” 

There’s a long pause. 

He stares down at your bound wrists, up at your face, down at your wrists again. He appears to be pondering something very intently, and your breath turns a little choppy for some reason. 

“I don’t think I will,” he says simply, after a little more consideration. 

“You won’t?” 

“Not yet.” His large hands tenderly find your hips, and he throws you over his shoulder again, walking out the exact same way you came in. “You’ve caused me quite a day here, you know. Keeping track of you like this might be the only way to make sure we don’t run into any more trouble.” 

“What would happen if I screamed ‘Help, I’m being kidnapped!’ as you carry me down the street?” 

He snorts. “No one’s going to help you here, Cyar’ika. Who’s going to challenge a Mandalorian over his prisoner?” 

You smirk. “No one in their right mind.” 

“Besides, you just said you enjoyed this.” There it is, a sly edge to his filtered voice, the indicator that he has more going on in his mind than simply staying out of more trouble. 

“Oh no, caught by an attractive bounty hunter! I’ll probably never see the light of day again.” You groan dramatically and drape yourself a bit more comfortably as he loosens up into an easier stride. “I’m completely at his mercy — who KNOWS what devious things he’ll do to me behind closed doors?” 

“This bounty hunter is hot and tired, and in need of a shower, if that gives you any consolation.” 

“Ah.” You poke him in the back. “Are you saying you’re all sweaty under this shiny shell, Cyare?” 

A hand slides up the back of your thigh, a subtle reminder that you ARE currently at his mercy, as you just said. 

Undeterred, you try again, knowing he must be getting more riled up than he lets on. “Have I ever told you how much I like it, when you take all these awful layers off for me and you’re all sweaty underneath…?” 

“I would rein in my suggestive tongue a little, if I were you.” He’s still looking straight ahead, but the edge beneath his words is a bit more strained now. “If you behave for me until we get back to the ship, maybe I’ll even take those binders off.” 

“And if I don’t?” 

He sighs. “My belt compartment back there. Take a look.” 

You manage to get it open, and can’t quite stifle a delighted sound as you pull out the dolovite ring from much earlier. “You sneaky son of a — ! How — ?” 

“I gave you a two-minute head start,” he shrugs, by way of explanation. 

“I adore you,” you inform him as you slip the ring onto your finger, admiring its burnished color. “I’ll be a good little prisoner for you, Mando, I promise. And who knows…,” you nudge him again. “Maybe I’ll let you keep these binders on me after all, since you’ve been so good to me today.” 

He can’t find anything to say to that, but by the fact that you can see the flush creeping up the back of his neck in that tantalizing gap between cowl and helmet, you know he’s definitely sweating now, if he weren’t before. 

“Is my big bad bounty hunter at a loss for words?” you tease softly. 

He clears his throat. “Just saving my voice, Mesh’la. If you’re REALLY well-behaved, I might — possibly — be persuaded to talk Tusken to you later. Possibly.” 

The idea takes a moment to fully crystallize in your brain; Din, and a shower, and binders, and if you just stop teasing him so naughtily in public he might actually bring that unreasonably provocative language into the bedroom? 

You finally let yourself relax into his hold, and after a bit you hear his breathy sigh of relief that you aren’t going to keep tormenting him anymore for the moment. 

After all, he has put forth an offer you can’t refuse. 

Ad'ika = Little One/Small child

Cabur = Protector

[smoochispoof]

Okay SOMEBODY, pls write a smut where din purs his helmet on reader while they do the nasty. I feel like Din would rlly get off from something like that xD

[mammons-lover]

Let’s go clubbing!

Leviathan: Mammon I’m not going into the strip club with you!

Mammon: Dude, it’s not even real strippers stop being nervous.

Leviathan: I don’t care that it’s a game, I’m not going to watch woman strip while I’m sitting next to you.

Mammon (shaking levi): Levi this is the only way I can get you to come to the club with me, please this will be like us clubbing together!

Leviathan: Nooo, let go of me! let’s just drive around and rob people.

Mammon: Ugh your so boring I wanna go clubbing pleasssee.

Leviathan: Fine, if I go into the club for only a little then we go rob people.

Mammon: Yes, let’s go!

Mammon (In the club): honestly I didn’t think it would be this disappointing

Leviathan: What did you expect it’s literally a game.

Lucifer (barging in the room): Boys din-

Mammon and Levi (trying to cover the tv): Ahhhhh

Lucifer: Dinner…what you doing?

Leviathan: Nothing.

Mammon: Yeah, why you all in our business for?

Lucifer: Move from the tv.

Mam and Levi (Looking at each other): No thank you. Yup we’re not moving.

Lucifer (Walks over and moves them) are you in a club?

Leviathan: I’m sorry, he made me go inside

Mammon: What- he’s a liar. He wanted to go in there, you little pervert!

Leviathan: P-pervert are you kidding me?!

Lucifer: Stop! Do you really think I care that you two grown men are playing a game about clubbing.

Leviathan: It’s not actually about clubbing, you can actually-

Lucifer (Walking out): I don’t care, Come downstairs dinners ready.

Mammon and leviathan shoving each other as they leave

Leviathan: I can’t believe you called me a pervert.

Mammon: You snitched first, what was I just supposed to take the fall for it?

Leviathan: Yes! You’re the one who wanted to go. Geez call me a pervert was to far.

Mammon: I’ve seen your search history buddy, pervert it the right word!

Leviathan (Stunned): you…what?

Mammon: Mmhmm, and I took pictures, who would’ve thought you were so kinkyyy.

Leviathan (jumping onto Mam’s back): Give.Me.Your.Phone!

Mammon: Get off me, you psycho!

I don’t know what to write😭, I need inspo😔. I’m a firm believer Levi’s reach history is kinky!! You tell me he’s in his room all alone for hours and he doesn’t just start searching things up!

[thetorturerwrites]

Hello... I need to get this out of my brain...

***

You never considered yourself particularly kinky. Sure, you enjoyed Eddie's handcuffs from time to time, but wearing them didn't really set you off. Props were fun and all, but they didn't really...work for you.

One day, however, your soft, sweet, beautiful boyfriend walked through the apartment naked, all chestnut curls and smooth skin, and it fell right out of your mouth.

"You'd better be careful. I'll snatch a baby right out of you if you keep walking around here like that."

You meant it as a joke. A pure, innocent joke. But once you said it, it was all you could think about. Not necessarily having a baby. But making one. Or two. Or 50.

The fantasy evolved each time you barged your way into Eddie's tight pants. You coaxed him into fucking you in the bathroom of The Hideout, telling him your hormones were running high and you needed him right there and then. You told him how good and strong he was and how great he would be with a whole gaggle of Dustins every time you sucked his cock. You started calling him daddy, particularly when he was balls deep inside you. It had exactly the effect you wanted. Yes daddy, right there, put it right there drove Eddie crazy.

Your frenzy turned ravenous, though, when you watched him lazily play with the very handcuffs you never really cared about before. His musician's fingers idly traced the hoop, and you snapped.

In less than 60 seconds, you had his delicate wrists bound and locked into the shiny steel and his boxers down around his knees. You weren't sure why you never considered it before, but he was goddamn beautiful in bondage, and it lit something in you.

"Told you I was gonna snatch a baby out of you if you weren't careful."

Breathless, you shucked clothes you didn't even remember wearing and settled your nakedness right against his. Your hips had a mind of their own because they immediately rocked against him, coating his entire pelvis in a shocking amount of your arousal.

There was a rush in your head, a roar in your ears. If he spoke, it was lost to the heady sense of power you had with him beneath you like this.

"You gonna be good for me daddy? Give me what I want?"

Delirious, you reached between you, lined him up, and sank down on his fat length. Your eyes watered, and your toes curled because your weight and gravity were on your side for once, shoving Eddie's cock even further up into you.

The world sat crooked, fucked up in the best possible way as you rode and rode and rode with absolutely no regard for the human beneath you. He was yours. Belonged to you. Existed to fill you up exactly the way you wanted.

His voice broke through the din, but you didn't understand his words until you found the wherewithal to focus on his face. His eyes were large and shining, watching you with what could only be called reverence. With each thrust, he nodded at you, and you finally heard what he said.

"... That's it. C'mon mama. Take it. S'yours..."

.... Turns out you were a much kinkier person than you thought..... And you were going to need a stronger pair of handcuffs.

[guiltyasdave]

end game

series masterlist • this is part VII

pairing: Dave York x f!reader

word count: ~3.8k

summary: Heartbreak, an explanation and an epilogue.

warnings/tags: explicit smut (-> 18+ only!), angst, feelings, heartbreak, depression, mention of weight loss, fluff, able-bodied reader, reader has hair, dom!Dave, sub!reader, sir kink, degradation kink, fingering, unprotected p in v (it's never stated in the fic but i headcanon that reader is on birth control), basically free use kink, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, spit kink, praise kink, Dave is a menace, praise kink, idiots in love, please let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: the biggest thank you to @joelscurls for letting me scream about this again and againnnnn, and reading over my drafts countless times, you’re the best, jess! <3

thank you to @daddy-dins-girl for talking plot holes with me and motivating me to write <3

thank you to everyone who has read and loved this series, i have received sooooo many kind words, feedback and just so much love. i started writing this as a pwp oneshot and the fact that it has turned into my first series ever and one that i had soooo much fun with is wild. i’m incredibly emotional about saying goodbye to my babies, maybe i’ll revisit them when i need to write some kinky shit out of my system haha. i hope that you like the ending that i’ve built for them.

a few words about the plot: i actually have zero clue how the hitman business works (shocker, i know), so some parts of this are purposefully vague in a way that i hope is believable and somewhat realistic. just roll with it, thanks :D

dividers as always by @saradika-graphics 🫶🏻

find my full masterlist here & follow @guiltyasdavenotifs for fic updates.

The first week you don’t hear from Dave, you’re confused, but not necessarily worried yet. There have been weeks of silence in the past, though you’ll admit that you had thought that things might be… different now.

Your texts to him stay on delivered, never switching to read. Which has also happened before, especially when he was away on business, but still… The thought that he has gone back to his normal life without sparing as much as a glance back at your time together is nagging at you.

You can still feel his hands on your skin, can still hear him whisper in your ear how beautiful you look, how perfect you are for him. It’s hard to come to terms with the thought that it wasn’t real, that his words and actions didn’t hold the same weight for him that they did for you. Reality has finally caught up to you and it hurts.

When two weeks blend into three weeks and you’ve still heard nothing, you start getting worried. He had said his line of work was dangerous, after all.

Your conversation, still so close and yet a lifetime ago, echoes in your mind. 'Nothing's gonna happen,’ you had said. ‘Not to the girls, not to me. And not to you.’ And not to you. ‘You don’t know that, sweetheart,’ his voice rings through your head. Sweetheart. The word tastes bitter on your tongue and wraps itself around your chest until you feel like you’re choking with it, like you can’t draw breath into your lungs anymore.

Sweetheart.

You don’t know that.

Sweetheart.

You start looking him up online, to find anything that might at least tell you that he’s okay. You don’t want to believe that he would be cruel enough to ghost you, but you barely dare to consider the alternative. You find nothing, no mention of his name, like he doesn’t even exist.

Your calls stay unanswered, your messages stay unread. You find yourself subconsciously checking your texts and your emails countless times a day, catch yourself staring out of your window in the blind hope that he might appear outside. He wouldn’t just leave you like this, would he? Would he?

Days blur into weeks and eventually into months. You’re painfully aware that it’s not healthy, this kind of heartbreak, especially not over a relationship that never even meant anything. If only your heart would understand that.

It was never serious enough that you told any of your friends about it, never wanted to be labeled as the girl that sleeps with married men, never wanted to admit your feelings to someone else when you could barely admit them to yourself. Regardless, even without knowing what exactly was going on, your friends had tried to be there for you, to convince you to go out with them, to cheer you up, but you had turned them down often enough that on this Friday night, your phone stays silent.

It’s better this way. All you want to do is rot away on your couch, staring at the TV with unseeing eyes until it’s an acceptable time to go to bed. Maybe it won’t take you hours of lying in the dark to fall asleep tonight. Maybe it won’t remind you of a different kind of darkness in a different room, a room where the sound of waves against the shore and the deep breaths beside you lulled you to sleep.

You need to get yourself together, your inner voice whispers. Next week, you think. Or the one after that.

A knock on your door shakes you out of your thoughts and you pad over, expecting to be met with the Chinese takeout that you had ordered in hopes of fueling your appetite at least a bit with the prospect of comfort food. Absentmindedly, you note the surprisingly short delivery time. You barely look up as you swing the door open, busy fiddling with your purse to extract a few dollar bills.

After finally managing to pull them out, you face the doorway. A greeting dies in your throat.

Familiar deep brown eyes burn into yours, framed by the face that you wish you’d forget but can’t. The short brown hair, the clean shaven jawline that you can still feel underneath your fingertips, the memory all too fresh in your mind. He looks tired, you think, and instantly scold yourself for knowing him well enough to even notice.

The seconds tick by as you motionlessly stare at him, blinking slowly, your mind running a mile a minute. Why is he here? He can’t be here. Are you making this up? If so, things are far worse than you had thought.

He clears his throat, shifting his weight uncomfortably. It’s probably the least sure of himself that you’ve ever seen him.

“Hey,” he murmurs, his hand twitching like he almost reached out to you but changed his mind. “Can I- can I come in?”

You regard him for a moment longer. The sound of his voice makes him appear more real, and the fog in your head slowly clears. He’s alive. He’s here. In front of your door. Alive and well. Your emotions boil up inside of you.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You think you can just show up here after months and ask if you can come in? I thought you were… I thought…”

Your voice betrays you, breaking at the sharp sting of pain in your chest that you’ve fruitlessly tried to suppress and the feeling of your throat closing up. Tears spill over and you furiously wipe at your cheeks, determined to keep some semblance of dignity.

“I know,” Dave breathes, defeatedly. “I’m so sorry. Please let me explain.” His hand reaches towards you again. You shy away from his touch and an expression of hurt ripples across his face. “Please, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Your voice only trembles a little as you snap at him. After another look at his face, you eventually step aside and jerk your head towards your living area. You briefly think about how messy the place is, for how many weeks you didn’t have it in yourself to clean up. You can’t bring yourself to care. Seeing him walk through your flat again after being so painfully aware of his absence leaves you almost dizzy. You take the opposite ends of your couch, both of your bodies stiff, careful not to touch one another.

“Okay,” you sigh. “Explain.”

So he explains. How he received a call, barely thirty minutes after he stepped into his house, with a mission that was too perfect of an opportunity to pass it up. There had been no time to let you know, the risk too high to use his personal phone once he started working.

He goes back to the persona that took up half of his life for so long, the identity that is no more, the man that fell down a watchtower and was washed away by the sea. Body never found. At least that’s what everyone who knew this man thinks. Everyone who knew him, but not Dave York.

He’s been thorough with it, with the most important mission he’s ever done. There are no loose ends, no one who could trace things back to the real him.

It took longer than he had anticipated and he kept laying low afterwards, until he could be absolutely sure that no one would be looking for him anymore.

He doesn’t think that he’ll ever get rid of the worry, ever stop looking over his shoulder, but rationally, he knows that he did it. He got out.

Then he had talked to Carol, let her know that he wants a divorce. It had been- easy, almost. She didn’t cry, didn’t scream at him, just nodded like she had known this day would come for a long time. He thinks that she almost seemed relieved, in a way.

Your eyes had been glued to his face since he started speaking. Tears are silently running down your cheeks.

“I know that I should have found a way to contact you. I didn’t-” He sighs, running a hand over his face. “I didn’t know what to do. I was so worried that someone would find out about you. I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe that.” He knows that he looks a mess, that his desperation to make you understand is written all over his features.

Every day that he didn’t call you, he knew that he was hurting you. He tried justifying it with himself, that having you think he left you was better than risking somebody coming after you. It never gave him much comfort.

It’s even worse, now that he sees the damage he had done. You have lost weight, deep circles have formed under your eyes and you move like you’re barely holding yourself together. He saw the panic on your face when he tried reaching for you at the door. No matter what he had done to you in the past, you always sought out the safety of his touch afterwards. Until now.

“Please believe me,” he whispers.

You study his face for what feels like a lifetime. Tears are glistening on your lashes. You look so tired, so defeated that it makes his heart ache.

“You’ve done it?” you finally ask. Your voice is a quiet thing, barely bridging the distance between the two of you. A flicker of hope rings with it. “You’re safe now?”

He nods silently, fighting the urge to gather you in his arms, to promise you that he’ll always be there from now on. A small smile curves your lips upward as you mirror his nod, like you’re trying to let this new reality sink in.

“That’s good,” you murmur.

You lean forward, your fingers tentatively closing around his fist that’s clenched tightly against his thigh.

Hope flickers inside his chest. He can taste the three words that he’s been wanting to say to you for far too long on the tip of his tongue. He’s not going to, not right now, not today. But someday soon, he thinks that he might.

Two years later

“Bye girls, say hi to your mom and Matt from me,” you smile, embracing each of them in a tight hug before they dash out of the door, a jumble of giggles and excited chatter. Dave trails behind them with a grin on his face, pecking your lips and calling out for them to slow down.

Your heart is full, overflowing with love for this family that, against all odds, has become yours. You watch Dave usher his daughters into the car and push the doors closed behind them, the smile still on your lips. As you walk back into the house, your eyes linger on the thin silver band adorning your ring finger.

It’s still new, still an unexpected sight when you catch it on the edge of your periphery. It’s the tangible proof of you being the happiest you’ve ever been.

Things had been rough at first, after Dave came back to you. You understood why he handled the situation the way he did, but it took you a long time to trust that he wouldn’t disappear again. To believe that he left his old life behind, that he chose you. But he did.

You busy yourself with cleaning up the inevitable chaos that having the girls over for Dave’s days with them always creates. It’s not the life that you would have expected yourself to have a few years ago, but right now, it feels like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

A few minutes later, your phone pings with a message from Dave.

Be back in 15. I expect you naked and on your knees waiting by the door.

You bite your lip, heat building inside you with rapid speed. Your phone pings again.

Don’t disappoint me.

Fuck. Wetness is already gathering between your legs as you jump into action.

The car door slamming shut has never sounded so good before. You’re listening intently, catching Dave’s heavy footsteps on the stairs and the jingle of his keys before the door opens beside where you’re kneeling.

You look up at him from your place on the floor, watching the mix of smugness and adoration on his face as he takes in your position. A shudder runs through you and your nipples harden under his demanding gaze. He steps closer, caressing your cheek.

“Such a good girl… my obedient little wife, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimper, the coherent thoughts slowly draining from your brain and craving more of his touch, more of him.

He smiles down at you, his eyes glinting predatorily. You’ve come to know this shift into the darkness since you first met, but it’s more playful these days, not laced with the urgency that possessed him back then. Still, he gets intense, especially after having the girls over forces you to keep things rather tame during those days.

“Show me your ass, face on the ground, come on,” he demands coldly.

You obey without question, turning around and bending forward, pressing your upper body down to the floor and presenting your backside to him. He lands a couple of slaps on your cheeks and you flinch, moaning out softly. Your pussy already feels slick with arousal.

“What do you say?” he asks, rubbing his hand over the heated skin.

“Thank you, sir,” you whisper.

Another slap hits you. “Do you know what you did to deserve this?”

You wrack your brain for a few moments, but come up blank.

“I- no, sir.” Your voice is small and breathy, your body bracing for the impact of his hand again.

He chuckles. “Nothing. I just felt like it.” Another slap. “And you’re mine to do as I please, isn’t that right?” Your thighs are trembling. You’re so wet that it feels like you’re dripping onto the floor.

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“You know what’s the most fucked up about this?” He crouches down beside your face and strokes your cheek softly, smiling down at you. “How much you whore like it.”

He straightens up and heads for the stairs. “Bedroom, come on.”

You don’t even try standing up, knowing that he won’t let you, and crawl behind him, which earns you another chuckle and a “good girl”.

The image of your naked form on your knees behind Dave who hasn’t removed a stitch of clothing sends another bolt of arousal through you. You’re desperate for him to touch you.

He roughly lifts you up and manhandles you onto the bed until you’re spread out underneath him.

“So…” He grabs your wrists and holds them over your head, pressing them into the mattress. “These stay right here, you hear me? Don’t move, or do I have to restrain you?”

You pout at the prospect of not being allowed to put your hands on him, but obediently hold them in place when he eases his grip on you. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He grins down at you. “I know you will. Got my girl well trained, haven’t I?”

His words make your pussy clench around nothing and your “yes, sir” comes out in a whimper.

He leans in closer, spreading your thighs wider with his body and you force yourself not to buck your hips up against him. The craving for any part of him to touch you, for any kind of friction, is overwhelming.

“Please, sir,” you whisper. Your pleading eyes hold his cold gaze as he’s leaning over you.

“Patience,” he growls. “Open your mouth.” A disapproving click of his tongue. “Wider.”

You part your lips as widely as you can, sticking your tongue out and trying not to squirm against the sheets. He remains motionless for a few seconds, taking in your desperate state with a cruel smirk on his face.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, more to himself than to you. Then he tips his head forward and spits into your waiting mouth. The filthy feeling of his saliva coating your tongue and filling your mouth almost drives you insane with want and you groan, shifting against his thick thighs between yours, but to no avail. You wait for his next command, your mouth still wide open, not daring to swallow before he tells you to.

But no command comes. Instead, he reaches up to press two fingers down on your tongue, dipping into your mouth and smearing your combined spit over your face. The silver band on his ring finger is cool against your skin and you shudder, loving the reminder that he’s really, entirely yours.

Your body feels like it’s burning up, your hands are twitching and you’re desperate to move them, to touch him, to do something, but you hold yourself still until he finally tells you to, “swallow, baby.”

He smiles and finds your lips for a surprisingly soft kiss, cupping your face in his hands. “You’re being so good,” he tells you gently. “Are you having fun?”

“Yes,” you smile, chasing his lips when he pulls back, but he tuts at you and you fall back against the bed, huffing out a breath. “Just… please.”

“Patience,” he reminds you, the softness gone as quick as it came. “Don’t make me tell you again.”

You bite your lip, but stay put while he stands up to finally start removing his clothes. He’s agonizingly slow with it, holding your hungry gaze while he unbuttons his shirt in unhurried movements that make you want to tear the clothes off his body yourself.

You drink him in, first the sight of his broad chest and his strong shoulders, then his muscular legs, and finally, making your mouth water and your pussy burn with desire, his cock.

As much as he keeps taunting you, you know him well enough by now to be able to tell that he’s just as desperate for you as you are for him, even when he’s trying to conceal it. He returns to you, sitting back on his haunches and drinking you in, until after what feels like hours, he finally reaches out and swirls his fingers through the wetness between your legs. It’s a barely there touch, but you’re so painfully turned on and sensitive that you let out a gasp.

“So fucking wet,” he marvels and applies the slightest bit of pressure to your clit. It’s enough to make you see stars and you’re sure that he could make you come just from this. But, of course he won’t. He laughs at your reaction and retracts his hand to lean forward instead until he’s on top of you again, your legs spread wide to accommodate him and his cock slides through your folds.

He lowers his head to nip and suck at the skin under your jaw, one hand toying with your breasts and your hardened nipples. Your whole body is buzzing, he’s so close and it’s so much, but it’s not enough, not enough, not enough.

“What do you want, baby?” he asks, peppering your skin with kisses and rocking his hips in small movements that make his cock nudge at your clit over and over.

“F-fuck me, please, I’ll do anything,” you beg, your body still obediently stretched out underneath him with your arms above your head. He nods wordlessly and reaches down to position himself at your soaking entrance.

“Be as loud as you want,” he growls against your neck. “I missed making you scream.”

He bites at your skin at the same time as his thrust into you punches the air from your lungs. You scream, just like he asked, as he hammers into you, his lips still attached to your neck, sucking and biting at the delicate skin. The sensation of finally being filled by him, of feeling the stinging stretch of the way he forcefully pounds into you is like heaven. You think that you’re talking, crying out a mix of his name and sir and please over and over.

You’re flying towards your climax and judging from his groans, he can already feel you tighten around him.

“Go ahead,” he groans, before you’ve even strung the words to ask for permission together in your mind. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

He pinches your nipple just once and the additional sensation is enough to send you flying, your pussy clenching around his cock and drenching him in your arousal as you scream out his name. It’s pure bliss, and you never want to come down.

“That’s it,” he growls, not slowing his movements, fucking you through the aftershocks until you’re a whining mess beneath him, “that’s my perfect girl, fuck-”

You force your eyes open to smile up at him, taking in the wrecked expression on his face, relishing in the knowledge that you’re the one to make him look like this. You just really wish you could touch him.

“P-please, can I-” you’re breathless, barely able to speak, and jerk your head towards your hands above you.

“Yeah,” he rasps, his thrusts somehow growing even more forceful, “do whatever you want, baby.”

Your hands fly towards his body, touching every inch of his skin that you can reach, nails digging into his back and fingers grasping at his hair, pulling him closer, closer, until he’s everywhere, all you can see, all you can taste, all you can feel.

“Fuck!” he swears, grabbing your shoulders and holding you in place as he’s pounding into you, “give me another one, touch yourself, come on-”

His thrusts are becoming erratic and you know that he’s close to his own climax. It only takes a few swipes of your fingers over your clit until you’re coming again, soaring through the heights of your pleasure, your whole body trembling with your release. Dave’s hips stutter and he comes with a shout, pulsing inside of your fluttering pussy until finally, you both still.

He drops his sweat-slicked forehead against your chest, peppering your skin with kisses and engulfing you in the warmth of his arms. After cleaning you up, he moves your bodies until you’re tucked against his side, one arm thrown across his chest while he holds you close.

You’ll never get tired of the feeling of his naked body against yours, of the way he feels like he was made for you. By now, you can admit that he had always felt like this.

“I love you,” he says, lips moving against your hair.

You press your face deeper into his neck. “I love you.”

It’s easy, now. Words that you say every day.

…and i love YOU, thank you for reading! 🤍 if you liked this, a reblog or a comment would absolutely make my day.

[lesbianslvt666]

hiii i saw that your requests are open🤞🏼 ok one thing i can’t get out of my head is reverse cowgirl with ellie ,, like we all know she’s an ass girl so i think she’d love it

Cw: smut with a bit of plot, birthday girl Ellie, StrapOn!(both kinda?) cum! and spanking and something more but i am too sleepy to remember

The night before Ellie’s birthday you were still struggling to find something to gift her, i mean is not like she has everything or that she was too picky with gifts, but you wanted to make it special.

it was her twenty first birthday and your friends couldn’t come over for a party (her birthday was on a Monday), you wanted to make her day happy still. Until Friday which was when the surprise party was gonna take place, so you needed something to keep her entertained until then.

You looked up from your phone, calling Dina for any advice, but as you were walking back to your place from work you stumbled over a sex shop.

“Hello?” Dina was calling for your name over the phone.

“I was gonna ask you something but i think i found the answer, talk to you later Dins” you hanged up the phone, didn’t let her even say her goodbyes and.

Your eyes scanned the place, small but fun.

Colored LEDs separating different sections.

The gay section had pink lights, the kinky section was lit with red lights and the lesbian with purple ones.

Aha!

Long strap on, two sided and it vibrates.

The pretty pink color paired with holographic glitter.

She was gonna love it.

The next day was hectic to say the least.

You called Ellie as soon as you woke up from your class, hurriedly getting ready and telling her how much loved her and to please save the day for you.

She did.

After the most excruciating hours of your entire college experience.

You finally arrived to Ellie’s.

She opened the door as soon as you nocked.

You didn’t waste no time, as soon as she was in front of you you started to kiss her, hands roaming up her waist to her back to her breast. The pretty gift bag hanging from your fore arm.

She closed the door after you, not once braking the kiss, passion tinting her every move.

Her hands naturally traveled all the way down to your ass, she spanked you once.

With all the force you could gather you separated from the kiss, action that made her groan in frustration.

“I have a gift for you babe!” You said, extending the bag to her, she took the bag and went back to kissing you.

You giggled at her eagerness.

“Please baby, just open it!” You said in between kisses.

“I’ll do it later, right now i want you” and before she went back to kissing you your hand moved to her neck, wrapping your hand around it but never pressing or squeezing.

“Do what i say baby, i know you’ll like it” your words followed by a kiss on the cheek, you walked to her room, removing one clothing item every other step until you both where in her room.

You completely naked, standing in front of her bed.

“You nymph” her words laced with amusement as she took the strap out of the bag, looking up at you.

No time was wasted, for as soon as she saw you all naked and ready she was already getting off her clothes, kissing you on the process.

She sat down on the bed, man spreading while her back rested upon the headboard.

The strap standing proud upwards ready for you, your eyes lit up in lust, crawling up to her, pretty tits bouncing with every move you made.

She couldn’t take your teasing any longer, manhandling you she took you up her torso, purposefully missing the strap, she kissed you while you where un top of her.

You body moving front to back to try and get sone friction, she was too good at this, she always felt this good…

But she stopped your moviments.

Handling you to now give her your back, strap ticking your pussy, she took the rest of the length and massage your clit with the tip.

Your wetness falling from your cunt down your neg and her mouth watered.

She inserted the strap on you, your pussy swallowing almost instantly, you were so needy, so ready to take it.

She gave you time to adjust, cock warming so deliciously, your juices falling to her own pussy, essences mixing with each other on her cunt.

“Can i baby?” Her words patient, lust making her body desperate.

“Yes fuck” you started to move yourself riding her so good with your bubbly ass bouncing on her crotch, the strap hitting inside tour tight warm walls and Ellie felt she was gonna go insane.

Her own part of the dildo inserting so good with every bounce, every move, the shape of it creating friction on her clit.

She spanked your ass every now and then but she was about to cum and she wanted for you to do so at the same time.

Her tatted hand circling, finding your clit and massaging roughly.

You went insane.

The pleasure so intense, both of you feeling like you’ll reach the pick at any second.

Ellie did first, franatically pushing the strap in to you (and herself) so hard she came loudly, filthy words mixed with moans and grunts and so you came after her.

Both rode your highs together. Before you toon off Ellie kissed your ass, pretty cheeks in display for her, so, might as well.

You giggled at her sweetness, falling down to her side cuddling her.

“Let me get you clean” she said trying to stand up.

“Nuh huh, stay here i wanna sleep” she laughed at your words, barely making sense.

She still stood up and cleaned both of you.

Laying down back with you she kissed your forehead.

“Happy birthday baby” your words almost indecipherable.

But she understood with her heart, you are her twin flame, her soulmate, her everything.

[uselesssomebody]

𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 (18+)

the do's (rules & information):

readers must be over 18 reading these drabbles

all works will be under or roughly a thousand words

thirty-one days of smut drabbles

ten days are open to requests for the kinks

ten days will include dark content (will be properly tagged)

five will include a dominant reader

the don'ts (what i am not interested in writing):

i only write fem!readers, with all involved characters being over 18

the kinks i'd appreciate you don't request are anything to do with anal penetration, bodily fluids (besides blood and cum), and certain dom/sub dynamics like age play or ddlg

otherwise, ask away, and i'll see if i'm comfortable writing your request!

the kinks and the characters

october 1: shower sex w/ frankie morales

october 2: ball worship (dom!reader) w/ eddie munson

october 3: sex pollen (dark) w/ din djarin

october 4: consensual non-consent (dark) w/ miguel o'hara

october 5: threesome (ffm) w/ marc spector & layla el-faouly

october 6: requested kink & character

october 7: breeding kink (dark) w/ duke leto

october 8: somnophilia (dark) w/ eddie munson

october 9: mutual masturbation (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 10: threesome (mmf) + double penetration (in one hole) w/ frankie morales and santiago garcia

october 11: titfucking w/ javier peña

october 12: requested kink & character

october 13: exhibitionism w/ poe dameron

october 14: dacryphilia (dark) w/ joel miller

october 15: temperature play (dom!reader) w/ din djarin

october 16: phone sex w/ jack daniels

october 17: corruption kink (dark) w/ dio morrissey

october 18: requested kink & character

october 19: edging (dark!dom!reader) w/ basil stitt

october 20: recording/blackmail (dark) w/ jonathan levy

october 21: mask + glove kink w/ jake lockley

october 22: hate + mirror sex w/ javier peña

october 23: cockwarming (dom!reader) w/ steven grant

october 24: requested kink & character

october 25: overstimulation w/ jake lockley

october 26: size difference w/ miguel o'hara

october 27: knife kink (dark) w/ bucky barnes

october 28: free use (dark) w/ joel miller

october 29: sex toys w/ natasha romanoff

october 30: requested kink & character

october 31: period sex/blood kink w/ santiago garcia

the characters (you guys can request)

from stranger things, i write for eddie munson, robin buckley, billy hargrove or steve harrington

from marvel, i write for bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, jake lockley, marc spector, steven grant, layla el-faouly and miguel o'hara

from star wars, i write for poe dameron, or din djarin (the mandalorian)

from triple frontier, i write for frankie morales and santiago garcia

miscellaneous oscar isaac characters i write for include basil stitt, jonathan levy, duke leto, kane and orestes (agora)

miscellaneous pedro pascal characters i write for include joel miller, javier peña, jack daniels (agent whiskey), dio morrissey

if you want to request another character, don't hesitate! i will see what i can do.

notes

guys i know i haven't written in like 1200 months but i wanna get back into the mood with the short smutty stuff

besides, i've never done kinktober and every other one i've seen bangs so hard i simply couldn't resist

side note - dark fics will be only available on my adjacent dark blog: @darkuselesssomebody, but will be linked on this masterlist. if you wanna read the dark drabbles and future dark work, give it a follow!

i am also willing to take non-kinky & halloween themed requests, so if you have any, let me know!

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!

[nathanbatemanfucker]

happy slut month my friends! here’s the hub for my collection of kinky blurbs for October using the lovely @flightlessangelwings’s list, you can find that here. disclaimer: all content on this masterlist is 18+/NSFW. i will block you if it is not clear that you are 18+.

day 2: public w/ aaron hotchner

day 4: forced orgasm (& hate sex & chocking) w/ carmy berzatto

day 6: phone sex w/ jake lockley

day 7: soft & slow (& cocking warming) w/ miguel o’hara

day 12: formal wear w/ steven grant

day 13: bodyworship w/ aaron hotchner

day 15: against a wall (& voice kink) with jonathan levy

day 16: lap dance w / aaron hotchner

day 23: begging w/ marc spector

day 25: breeding w/ cowboy!din

day 30: cunnlingus w/ santi

day 31: smoking w/ aaron hotchner

let me know what taglists you want to be on if any (18+ only): 1) hotch, 2) oscar characters 3) pedro characters 4) the bear fx

[pedroshotwifey]

A Real Man Frankie Morales x plus size!fem!reader - Frankie has you sit on his face. (1.2k)

Fucking Mine Dave York x fem!reader - You help Dave get out some frustrations. (839)

One Condition Marcus Pike x fem!reader x Ezra (Prospect) - You and your partner, Marcus Pike, get stranded on an inhabited planet and run into problem after problem. You find yourselves in a compromising position that requires help from a strange man, who comes to you with one condition. (4.9k)

Cramped Innocent!Din Djarin x GN!reader - As you tried to explain, the two of you really don't fit in the cockpit. (927)

Bargian Javier Peña x male!reader - You and Javi play through one of your scandalous fantasies (2.1k)

Salty Sweet Javier Peña x fem!reader - Javi eats you out on your birthday---with a deliciously kinky twist (1.3k)

Better Ezra x f!reader - You join Ezra on his unscheduled break, not knowing you're in for the ride of your lifetime. (2k)

Good 'n' Deep Fat!Frankie Morales x f!reader - Fat Frankie can't be sated. (2.6k)

What Matters Older Joel Miller x f!reader - Your and Joel's first time together turns into so much more. (1.9k)

Needy Sub!Frankie Morales x dom!f!reader - Frankie gives you control for the night and you make sure he gets the most out of it. (1.6k)

Tease Sub!Dieter Bravo x sub!GN!reader x dom!Dave York - You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it. (2.4k)

Toeing the Line fwb!Marcus Pike x f!reader - Can you really just be "friends"? (740)

Stress Relief Pre-outbreak Joel Miller jacking off to some porn

Mini Skirt Javier Peña x fem!coworker!reader - You start thinking down on yourself---luckily, Javi's there to lift you back up. Nothing some praise and a good fuck in his office can't fix. (2.7k)

The Right Guy X-Men!Logan x f!reader - Logan tries too hard on a first date (mostly cute fluff with a smudge of angst kind of) (1.1k)

Song fic requests:

Haunted QZ!Joel Miller x afab!reader - Haunted by Beyonce

Taste Ex!Javi x reader - Taste by Sabrina Carpenter

Requested Drabbles

Want some help on what to request? Try one of these links! (Make sure to specify which prompt list you’re using or I will assume it’s prompt list 1 :)

Prompt list 1

Prompt list 2

Prompt list 3

Prompt list 4

I am also willing to write for JDM characters (love me some Negan 🤭) , Oscar Isaac characters, Cassian Andor, Hugh Jackman characters (Logan is my fav) and Rick Grimes! Feel free to suggest a different character and I’ll see what I can do! ❤️

Small letter about the requests (basically saying that this is a safe space for all of you to request whatever you'd like!)

[waywardxrhea]

Brooke's Tuna-Tober 2024 Masterlist

Hey everyone! I was recently brough into the ranks of the ever wonderful Murdock's Tuna Team discord server and the legend @pastafossa came up with a list of prompts for us to write for the month of October! Instead of it just being angst or fluff or kinky, we have all three options per day and can choose one or combine to our heart's desire! I have a wide range of characters that I came up with ideas for a lot of the days and I can't wait to share them!

My little disclaimer as usual is that I am working part time and going to school part time, so I may not be super on time with posting day by day, but dangit, I'm gonna get everything posted that I have ideas for! It may end in November, but it'll be fine! I have also taken some of the days off because the muses weren't feeling them or any of the backup prompts, whoopsie!

Anyways! without further ado, my tentative list of writings for Tuna-Tober!

All pieces are written as character x fem!reader unless specified otherwise!

Day 1: Falling asleep in a hospital room (angst) - Spencer Reid

Day 2: “Why? Why do you love me?” (angst) - Qrow Branwen x fem!OC

Day 3: Role reversal (smut) - Matt Murdock (self reblog)

Day 4: “This isn’t you” (angst) - Bucky Barnes

Day 6: “Shh, I’ve got you now. I’m here.” (angst) - George Weasley

Day 7: Nothing underneath (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 8: Overstimulation (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 10: A hug that lasts a little too long (fluff) - college!Matt Murdock x gn!reader

Day 12: “I did it for you” (angst) - Sabine Wren

Day 16: Against a window (smut) - Din Djarin

Day 17: Tickling (fluff) - George Weasley x gn!reader

Day 19: Touch starved (angst) AND “I’ll always be there for you” (fluff) - Matt Murdock

Day 20: There was only one bed (fluff) AND “You were made for me, weren’t you?” (smut) - TBD [may or may not get to this one]

Day 21: Fainting/collapsing (angst) - Spencer Reid (self reblog)

Day 23: Father (angst) - Sam Winchester

Day 24: Drunken confession (fluff) AND “Shh, do you want them to hear us?” (smut) - Dean Winchester

Day 26: Under the desk (smut) - Matt Murdock

Day 27: Near death experience (angst) - Sam Winchester (self reblog)

Day 28: [prompt switch out] “I'm in love with you, and that scares me” - Bucky Barnes

Day 29: Forehead kiss (fluff) - TBD headcanons for multiple characters [may or may not get to this one]

Day 30: Road trip (fluff) - platonic Winchester Brothers

Day 31: Blanket hog (fluff) - Matt Murdock

[gingersnappish]

The 2024 Fandom Trumps Hate Charity Auction is LIVE!!!

Bidding runs 5th March 8am EST to 9th March 8 pm EST!

@fandomtrumpshate is an online multi-fandom auction that benefits a lot of progressive non-profit organizations! Fans 'bid' to donate directly to a listed charity and the winning bidder receives a thank you gift for their donation in the form of the personalized fan work- You can read about exactly how it works HERE and see the FULL LIST OF NON-PROFITS!

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Ninja is offering 5-10K for Original or Prequel Trilogies, or Mandolorian! Especially interested in working with Fluff, H/C, happy endings, magic, plot twists, crack, and humor! Loves zany hijinks! Good at taking an initial prompt and running with it!

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Ternary is offering <5K for Prequel Trilogy and Clone Wars! Likes queer themes, ace&aro themes, and exploring disability themes, as well as trauma-recovery, and emotional H/C! Interested in Obi-Wan’s Legends padawanship, Obi-Wan/Quinlan, Obi-Wan/Cody, Quinlan/Fox!

geniecat2 is offering 5-10K words for the Prequel Trilogy, Book of Boba Fett, or Clone Wars! Especially interested in the AceAre spectrum, found family, platonic and romantic CodyWan, Jangobi, and lineage exploration, as well as Clone and Jedi appreciation, JediCorps too!

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Stens_McHenry is offering 5-10K for All Trilogies, Book of Boba Fett, Mandolorian, and Kenobi! Prefers to write M/M ships and happy to work with AUs and canon-adjacent/divergent works!

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@shadow-spires is offering to beta 10-20K for any of the Trilogies, Clone Wars, Rebels, Rogue One!

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@shadow-spires is offering to record a <5K podfic for any of the Trilogies, Clone Wars, Rebels, or Rogue One: clones centric and Jedi-positive stuff always welcome, as well as OCs!

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kbirb is offering to record fic with wordcount being contribution-based (Donations: First $10 = 2K, +$10 = Additional 1K)! Open to all three Trilogies, Andor, Clone Wars, Mandolorian, Rebels, Rogue One! Especially interested in found family, soulmate AUs, polyamory, trans clone troopers, neopronouns, Jon Antilles rarepairs, Hevy/Fives/Echo, Cody/Obi-Wan, and period pieces (Regency!) Loves recording for an author who wants to hear their fic aloud!

[lizzieislife94x]

Caught (w.m)

Requested <3

Wanda x Fem Reader

 GirlxGirl

 Y/ns POV:

I grab my phone to text my girlfriend we've only been together for almost 3 months she's amazing and everytime I'm with her I have these butterfly's that I can't control we've had sex a few times but she doesn't know about a few of my kinks and I don't want to tell her incase she leaves me because this girl has my heart, I'm happy enough to keep them in my mind and read all about them on this awesome app I discovered called wattpad there's so many stories on there and there's plenty of stories to fit my kink, I shake my head snapping put of my thoughts 

 Me: Hey wands I'm ready when you are I have my weekend bag ready to go see you soon honey 😍 

I put my air force on as I get a text notification from wanda 

Wanda❤️: Hey baby I just pulled up see you in a minute 

I quickly run outside to greet wanda as she walks towards me "ughh I missed you" I sigh hugging her tight as she wraps her arms around me tight "I missed you too beautiful" I smile and peck her lips as we both get into the car "hey so I'm gonna make us both dinner tonight so you'll have an hour or 2 to relax while I do that" she smiles over at me as we drive to her new apartment "sounds good to me baby ill play games on my phone and relax on the couch I had a terrible sleep so a few hours relaxing sounds amazing " she rests her hand on my thigh and gives me a sad smile"how come you couldn't sleep babe" I shrug and place my hand on hers "I just can't seem to sleep in my bed it's to big and empty I think my body misses being tangled with your body" I giggle making her laugh too "well you'll get a great sleep this weekend " she smiles bright as we listen to music to pass the time the smile never leaving my face, after 10 minutes we arrive, i climb out and grab my weekend bag and phone as we head inside I go up to wandas room and place my bag down and head back downstairs "ohhhhh are you starting dinner just now" I say excitedly as I wrap my arms around her pressing a kiss to her cheek as she giggles "yess so move go and relax if I need help ill ask" I smirk and obey her heading to the living room to lay on the couch letting out a content sigh I grab my phone and go to wattpad and continue to read random girl on girl one shots I bite my lip as the reader rides the other girls thigh and begs her to cum I feel my cheeks blush as I read the more I read the more I have to control myself as the reader calls the other mommy fuck I close my eyes for a second and picture me and wanda in bed as I ride her thigh fuck I need to cool down, I place my phone on the couch not thinking as I rush to the bathroom

Wandas POV:

I wonder what that was why was she in such a hurry I shrug it off and set the oven timer as I head to the couch fuck it feels good to sit, I notice y/ns phone on and it looks like she's reading something I should respect her privacy but my curiosity gets the better of me I grab her phone and let my eyes scan over what she's reading as my eyes go wide "y/n you kinky little fucker" I whisper to myself with a smirk oh just wait till after dinner i wonder why she didn't feel comfortable enough to tell me about this there's nothing wrong with a mommy kink or thigh riding kink I think its a turn on, shit she's coming I quickly place the phone down and head back to the kitchen.

Y/ns POV:

"Baby how long till dinner I'm starving " I moan like a child making wanda giggle "here you go baby come sit at the table" I jump up and run to the dinning table and sit with a huge grin "god I'm so hungry" she places my food infront of me it looks so good "I hope you enjoy it honey "I take a bite and let out a moan "mhhh wanda as always its amazing" shes miles and blushes at the compliment we continue to eat in a comfortable silence till both plates are empty "fuck that was so good wanda" she gets up to take the plates but I stop her and do it "you cooked I clean its only fair " she gets up and laughs "well y/n when your done come up to the bedroom" I nod in acknowledgement as I wash our dishes after 5 minutes I head upstairs to see wanda in her long tee "finally come cuddle" I smile and jump onto the bed and cuddle up with her. 

We've been cuddling for over an hour when she decided to kiss me it was a passionate kiss I know these kisses they lead to us both panting messes but I follow her lead and deepen the kiss as she pulls me ontop of her but she places me on her thigh not her waist this is new maybe she didn't mean it "start riding y/n" she whispers breathless against my lips as an unexpected moan leaves mu lips "I uh I.. I.. wanda what do you mean" I stutter looking at her "that's not my name its mommy to you" I feel my hips start to move on her thigh as a loud moan leaves my lips and I look at her shocked "words baby what's my name' I continue to grind trying to get the right amount of friction "mommy...your name is mommy" I moan as she starts to take my top and bra off I feel my nipples get instantly hard as the cold air hits them "get up and take your pants and panties off" she instructed me and I do as she says as she pulls her tee over her head revealing her naked body once were both naked she positions herself and them pats her thigh "be a good girl and come make a mess on mommy's thigh"

she smirks as I gulp and nod climbing onto her thigh as she grips my waist and moves me after a minute we both find a rhythm me grinding her helping me I moan into her neck as she whispers praises into my ear "fuck y/n such a good girl making a mess all over mommy's thigh you want to cum baby huh" I moan loud and nod earning a slap to the ass "words" she says sternly "mmh want to cum for you mommy please let me cum I'm a good girl I'm your good girl mommy" I hear her let out a moan I've never heard as my thrusts become sloppy "please mommy..please can I cum" I whimper as the pleasure builds "fuck cum for me babygirl make a mess all over mommy's thigh" as the words leave her mouth I feel my sweet release as I cum all over her thigh screaming as the pleasure takes over I slow my thrusts as wanda holds me closer to her "there you go baby sucha good girl you done so Well" she rubs my back as I melt into her trying to steady my breathing as wanda lays back pulling me with her to cuddle "That was so hot" she whispers playing with my hair as I blush hiding my face "but I have to admit I read a little of the story you where reading, why didn't you tell me about the things that turn you on in the bedroom " I instantly freeze and look down "I uh I um I didn't want you to leave me I didn't want you to run thinking I was weird some people run when they find out kinks" I say sadly as wanda rubs my arm "I would never I'm very open to trying new things baby and that was hot so I guess that means I have a mommy kink because hearing you call me mommy made me cum" she giggles as I look up at her "wait really" she smiles and nods as she leans down to kiss me, we ended up spending the night talking and falling asleep in eachothers arms. 

AN: not sure how this turned out I hope you enjoy it requests are open😀 all feedback welcome good or bad, stay hydrated and hope you all have a great day/night my messages are always open, word count for this chapter is 1.5k

[thewriterowl]

Any headcanons on body swap for our favourite space Dads, kinky or otherwise? 👀

Oh jeez that is a good one! I know there has been some chatting about the body swaps so I would be excited to say some head canons:

-Luke is all, "I'M TALL! I can reach the shelves without my Force or jumping! And my shoulders! Wooooow, can you really just walk straight through doors easily, Din? These are so broad! And you're heavy! And how do you walk with this thing between your legs?!"

-Din is a bit more uncertain, "Luke, I feel too small. How do you function being tiny like this?? And how do you walk without any amor protecting you?? Your hair is so soft though...and how do you not just randomly squeeze your ass throughout the day??"

-Din now has to deal with the Force and is HATING it. He feels exhausted and hyper-focused. It's like he could hear everything breathing and there is an emended pressure over his body. Luke feels confused and feels alone and realizes how much the Force has been intertwined with him and his body--he still has it, as all things do and the Force is his soul and not just his body, but it is a lot weaker and untamed inside of Din.

-This may or may not unlock Force potential for Din (cause if Sabine can do it, so can Din) and Din isn't exactly thrilled about that.

-Din wears his helmet out in public...but the Beskar makes Luke feel sick if wearing it for too long and on his face. And Luke's body also isn't fond of the Beskar. So they have to stay inside more to respect Din's comfort on who can see his face in either form.

-So, they need to figure out what to do to entertain themselves as they get the whole back to their own bodies settled.

-Yeah they have a lot of sex.

NSFW

-They almost don't know how to do it at first. They are worried about doing something to new and using bodies that don't belong to them. It starts first with them masturbating with each other or grinding against one another.

-But eventually they realize they really understand each other so much that they are able to figure things out with he body switches.

-And they switch too in interesting ways.

-Din, in Luke's body, rides Luke, in Din's body, by pinning him down and still dominating but letting Luke's body feel like the bottom which it loves

-And Luke, in Din's body, take's Din's tongue, in Luke's body, like the champ he was before.

-The blow jobs are super interesting.

-Honestly, these two are so horny for each other they find they LOVE this new exploration and positions. It's an adventure and they are always willing try most anything once in bed.

-"Luke, we fucked each other on ever surface in our own bodies..." "We should do it again in these!"

"Exactly. I knew we were perfect fro each other--OOMPH! Star's dammit, am I really that heavy when I tackle you?"

"Yep. No worries, I love it."

-Their house may or may not need a lot fixing afterwards.

-They do get back in their own bodies after the Force shenanigans. But they get a lot of new experiences from it that they learn from.

[vera-king-hrfl]

Heat of the Night part 7

Collab with @crowwolf ily bby!

The rugby game was supposed to be in this part, but we took a minute to research because I know fckall about that sport, so I waffled for about 2500 words. Next time! 😅

CW: homophobic slurs, mild violence, attempted assault.

A few nights later, Cal is at Creature Comforts, a bar designed to cater to those with alternative ancestry, with some friends, playing darts, drinking beer and chatting. Cal is currently tossing against Max, a half-orc who plays rugby as well, for a team in the Outer City. The young tiefling is losing. Badly. 

"What are you doing, Cal? I'm gonna take your whole week's pay if you keep throwing like that." Max goes to pluck the darts from the target, none of which had struck anywhere near the center. 

Cal forks over a few coins, shaking his head with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, Max. I'm a little distracted this week. Besides, it's not like I could beat you anyway. I'll just sit the next few out."

The huge green man, who towers over everyone in the place except for Cal and Dammon, is surprisingly soft-spoken for his rather fearsome appearance, his deep, gruff voice a pleasant rumble that cuts through the raucous din. "That’s alright, kid. I'll let you off the hook. Is there anything you want to talk about?"

Cal walks to the bar with Max to get another drink, then leans against it, sipping from the bottle, and shrugs. "Nothing dire, really. I just met someone."

The big man grins, showing teeth that put Cal's fangs to shame. "So. Too late for us, then?" 

The tiefling chokes, then wipes his chin. "Us? I... um... I didn’t know you felt that way..."

Max laughs with a hearty gusto that makes Cal relax a little and shake his head. "Just messing with you Cal; you're not my type. Besides, we'd just break the bed. You've gotten bigger in the past few years."

"Yeah, sideways, maybe." The tiefling snorts and pats his own belly, looking pointedly at Max's rock hard chest and stomach. 

Max chuckles again. "You could always come work out with us at the yard; I'll get you into shape in no time. But I don't think you need it. I bet your boyfriend loves the fluff."

Cal grins, blushing a little. "Yeah he seems to. But he's not my boyfriend yet; we've only been on two dates."

"Dates? Wow, I haven't been on one of those in decades. I just find a nice lady with a fat ass and ask if she wants me to jiggle it for her. Works more often than you'd think, as long as she doesn't run screaming when I walk in the room." He nods at someone across the room and slaps Cal on the shoulder, making him grunt and stagger a bit. "Talk to you later, Cal. Looks like Darys wants to be humiliated. Take it easy, kid."

"Yeah you too, Max." Cal stays where he is for a few more minutes, then approaches a table where Dammon and some other men are trading bawdy stories. "Hey Dammon, can I talk to you for a second?"

The handsome blond tiefling nods and rises, following Cal to a marginally quieter corner. "Sure, Cal. What's up?"

"Do you think... would it be weird if I invited the guy I'm seeing to our game this weekend?"

Dammon raises an eyebrow, his blue eyes sparkling with interest. "I didn't know you were dating anyone, but yeah, you can invite him. We're playing the Rivington Roeths; Max's team. Those guys are all pretty cool. What's he look like, so I can make sure he gets a good seat?"

Cal blushes a bit. "Oh, well... he has black skin and white hair, about yea high." Cal holds his hand at the level of his chin. 

"I see..." Dammon’s grin makes Cal blush a bit deeper red, but he's smiling too. "What’s his name?"

"Ryldinn."

"Hmmm dabbling in the dark, are we? Not that I blame you; most of those drow are kinda kinky." The paler tiefling winks conspiratorially. "Ask me how I know." Dammon’s attitude is infectious, and Cal ends up laughing with him.

"Yeah, yeah, I've heard that you like to visit the Caress."

Dammon chuckles, then sighs dreamily, closing his eyes for a second. "Mmm yeah, you haven't lived until you've been tied up by the twins. But anyway, sure, that's no problem. I'll have them comp two seats so you can sit with him during breaks if you want. Just have him say that Dammon has it covered. Can't wait to meet him. You hanging around for a while? Shop's closed tomorrow."

"Nah, been a long day. Besides, I lost all my beer money to Max already. It’s nice out so I'm just going to walk home."

"Alright, Cal. Get some rest. The Roeths go hard."

Cal grins. "I know. But I need to win back some money. I bet Max I could stop a drive."

Dammon whistles softly. "Bold. Well, lemme know if you need a loan later, alright?" They hug, briefly, and Cal lets himself out onto the street, pulling out his comm and staring at it for a second. He doesn’t want to bother Ryldinn if the drow is busy, so he settles for a written message. 

Thinking about you. 

He grins, cursing himself for a fool with a crush, and slips the device back into his pocket before beginning his walk home. It's shortly after ninth bell and the streets are sparsely populated in this neighborhood, with only a few people out walking dogs, strolling, coming home from work. It's quiet. Peaceful. 

Right up until it's not. 

"Hey there, cutie, what's up?" The loud, intoxicated sounding voice is coming from an alley to Cal's left as he walks past, and at first, he just ignores it, concentrating on his own thoughts. 

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Guys, come look what I found."

The note of hostility gives Cal pause, and he backs up a little to look down the alley. The voices seem to be coming from one street over, the speaker out of sight for the moment. The tiefling hesitates, then another babble of voices joins the first and he starts moving down through the darkness between the buildings. 

"Awww what have we here? Look at this pretty little faggot!"

"Hey, stick around, beautiful. Whatcha got in the bag?"

A pause, the response inaudible to Cal at this distance. 

"What if I don’t wanna let go of you? You gonna do something to me?"

"I think he wants to suck your dick, Barret."

"That right? You wanna suck my dick, fairy? Come over here. Maybe if you do it good I'll let you go."

Suddenly, three human men appear, dragging someone smaller into the alley, and Cal speeds up in time to see a petite man with white hair being shoved against the wall and pinned by the biggest of his attackers. Thick fingers grip the smooth dark face, and the man lowers his head. "Come on, princess. Gimme a little kiss."

"Hey!" The men turn at the shout, the big one releasing Ryldinn for a moment as Cal draws near. The drow tries to extricate himself but his ponytail is snatched by one of the others and he's pulled back as the leader addresses first his captive, then Cal. 

"I didn't say you could go." He lifts his chin and squares his shoulders. "This isn't your business, buddy. Move along."

"I'm making it my business. The fuck are you doing? Let him go."

The guy, a big man with overly processed blond hair and acne scars, who Cal assumes is Barret, steps closer. "Hold him, guys," he says, glancing back before crossing his arms and sneering at Cal. "What’s it to you, foulblood? You sweet on this little piece?"

One of his companions, a skinny guy with a prominent nose, snickers. "Maybe he's a queer too. You a queer, hellspawn?"

Cal smiles, baring his fangs. "Yeah I am. Got a problem with that?"

Barret steps closer, but the skinny one seems to have second thoughts and catches at his arm. He's whispering, but Cal's big ears catch it. "Hey man, you sure about this? He's a tiefling."

Barret snorts. "He's a fag, how tough could he be? Just keep that one here and I'll deal with him. You looking for a fight, cocksucker?"

Cal tilts his head until his neck cracks rather loudly. "Unless you want to let him go, then yeah. One for one. You can have the first punch. But I promise you don't want it."

Barett chuckles and glances back at his friends, briefly. There's a brief glimmer of hesitation in his eyes, but he obviously doesn't want to lose face in front of his minions, so he steps to Cal and raises his fists. "You got this coming, devil." The tiefling doesn’t bother trying to dodge. Barret is strong for a human, and his hit connects smack on Cal's jaw, but his heavy facial bones absorb the impact and he's barely moved. He lifts his hand, rubbing at his jaw and grinning. "My turn."

The "oh shit" is visible in Barret's expression now, but to his credit, he doesn't try to escape. Cal doesn't even bother hitting the guy, just lashes out, taking hold of the guy's head and shoving. The big human goes flying, careening across the alley and colliding into the brick wall with a loud smack, then tumbling onto his back, lying there groaning and holding his head. 

Cal turns to the others. "Next?"

"Uh..." The other two, Skinny and a chunky shorter man, look at each other for a moment, then Ryldinn is released and walks quickly to Cal, standing somewhat behind the bigger man. "Yeah, alright, you can have him. We're going. Come on, Barret, let's get you some ice." They help the man to his feet and the three of them stagger down the alley in the direction from which the tiefling had come. Cal watches them until they're out of sight, then turns to the drow, who seems to be a little shaky.

Cal reaches out and gently takes his arms, looking him over. The smaller man is dressed professionally tonight, tailored slacks and a snug waistcoat over a crisp blue linen shirt, his hair escaping from a neat tail at the back of his neck. There's a bulky messenger bag depending from one shoulder. "You alright, Ryldinn?"

The drow smiles a little, then steps forward into Cal’s arms and nods. "I am fine, Cal, just a little shaken. Thank the gods you showed up. What are you doing here?" He pulls back, and Cal cups his cheek with a smile. 

"I'm on my way home. Wanted to walk. Come on, let's get back to the street. How about you? This isn't really a safe neighborhood."

They emerge back onto the sidewalk on Ryldinn’s side of the street, and the drow starts fixing his hair and smoothing his clothes while he answers. "I am here for work. A few books I needed were being offered by a widow selling off her late husband's things. I suppose she is lonely; I spent longer than I intended having tea and talking with her. I live not far from here; I wasn’t expecting trouble." He reaches up to touch Cal's jaw, gently. "I'm sorry that man struck you. Does it hurt?"

Cal chuckles. "Not really. I'm tougher than I look. Dense bones. Don't worry about me; I asked for it. Can I walk you home? It would make me feel better."

Ryldinn smiles brightly, his little kitten teeth sparkling in the street lights. "I think it would make me feel better too. Thank you, Cal."

The tiefling smiles back and takes the slender dark fingers, kissing them briefly before resuming in the direction Ryldinn indicates. "I don't know if you got my message earlier, but I wanted to tell you. We have a night game tomorrow against Rivington, and you said you were interested... so if you're not busy..."

The drow squeezes his hand. "I would love to. This is my final task this week, so I should be free for a couple of days." He sounds a little nervous for a moment. "What kind of people go to games like that?"

"Oh, all kinds. But don’t worry about anything, alright? Most of them know about me; they won't give you any trouble. Just mention Dammon at the gate and they'll have seats for you."

"He is a member of your team?"

"Yep. He's the captain. He's also my boss; owns the shop I work at. He's a tiefling too. Really nice guy, known him since I was a kid. I think you'll like him."

"I'm sure I will, if he's anything like you. Turn here."

They cross another street and are suddenly in a much more gentrified, but far from wealthy neighborhood, with cute little shuttered shops and cafes. "This is nice," Cal says, looking around. "How long have you lived here?"

"Oh, around ten years now. I stayed with a friend until my Common was good enough to be on my own. The people here are nice and tend to keep out the intolerant."

"So you live alone now?"

"Mhm. I enjoy my privacy. The friend was Astarion, if you can imagine. It was a little chaotic. He still drops in now and again to irritate me, but I spend much time alone."

Cal grins. "I guess that guy could be an annoying roommate. I live with my sister. She's a pain sometimes too, but it's not bad. We're both out a lot." Ryldinn slows before a charming three-storey building and turns down the walkway. It's a little darker here; the dense landscaping blocking some of the light from the street and the windows. "This it?" Ryldinn nods. "Alright. I guess I'll get going, if you're sure you're alright."

"I'm fine." Cal nods and turns to go, but Ryldinn tightens his grip, and he pauses. "My hero." He moves closer with that precious little grin, and Cal's breath catches at the invitation there. "Will the knight in shining armor kiss his princess goodnight?"

Cal swallows, "Oh, absolutely," then wraps Ryldinn in his arms and presses his lips to the tender mouth. The kiss is chaste at first, but then Ryldinn moans softly and parts his lips, and Cal can't help himself. He pulls the drow closer, up against him, and probes with his tongue. Ryldinn meets him, sealing his mouth to Cal's and letting their tongues slide together. The drow inhales sharply at the feeling, sliding his hands up Cal's chest and around his neck, pressing his tight little body to Cal and bringing one leg up to curl around one of Cal’s. It feels incredible, and Cal risks wrapping his tail around the firm thigh, drawing another little whimper from the trembling drow. A small hand drifts down his chest and stomach, slides over the covered crest on his hip, then wraps gently around his tail where it rests against his leg, and this time it's the tiefling who groans quietly. Ryldinn’s mouth is sweet, soft and a little shy, his kiss unpracticed, almost clumsy against Cal’s lips, as if this is something he hasn’t done frequently or recently, but he's certainly enjoying it as well, from what Cal can detect. He kisses the lovely man for a few minutes, but then has to pull away before embarrassing himself. He blows out a breath, chuckles, and kisses Ryldinn on the forehead before pulling him in for a hug.

"That was amazing, sweetheart. Thank you."

Ryldinn giggles softly into his chest. "You’re telling me? I've never kissed anyone with a forked tongue before." He looks up, still breathing a bit rapidly. "You'd better go before I drag you upstairs. Are you going to be alright? Your face..."

Cal smiles and cups his cheek again. "I'm fine. Like I said, I'm pretty tough." He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm himself, then chuckles. "And yeah, I'll go, before I'm tempted to let you drag me. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?"

Ryldinn nods. "Tomorrow. Goodnight, Cal."