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[xtangerinefilmx]

a drink

summary: a patrol shift with Joel ends a lot better than you could hope for

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: cursing

The snow crunched under your boots and you could see your breath puff out in front of you. The Wyoming winter chilling you to the bone despite all of your layers. As pretty as all the snow and quiet in the woods was, your favorite part of the patrol was being paired up with Joel Miller. Resident Grump of Jackson. At least that’s how you saw him. Everyone else stayed clear of him… besides a good chunk of women after they’d had a few at the Tipsy Bison. 

Others were scared of Joel. You… you wanted him. There was over two decades between the two of you, a dark past clouding him, and you still couldn’t kick the feeling of butterflies any time you saw the man. The worst part was that you’d barely spoken in the months he showed up back in Jackson with his daughter/not daughter. Joel wasn’t much of a talker in general, outside of his family. You’d be embarrassed to admit that you’d try to walk by their table in the dining hall just to hear his voice. To put it short you were down bad in the most humiliating way. Even if nobody else knew. Or at least you hope nobody did. It was rare the two of you were alone anyways. You’d take the silent companionship found out on patrol, taking in beautiful sceneries like the one in front of you: Joel riding through the peaceful forest on horseback in front of you. 

“We can stop up ahead before we head back for today,” Joel’s gruff voice said, his head slightly turning back to you. You only hummed in response. 

A few moments later Joel stopped his horse in a small clearing, a shed covered in snow stood in the treeline. Joel hopped off his horse and moved towards it, going to retrieve the log book to record your patrol. Usually you’d stay on your horse to wait for Joel to finish, but this time you hopped off and followed behind him. 

“No need to get off your horse, darlin’. I’ll be done in a minute,” Joel said.

“I just wanted to see the view, I haven’t done this route since the snow started sticking,” you explained, moving past him to look down the hill behind the shed. The ravine was a pretty sight in the winter, but in reality you knew you were just stalling for more time with Joel. 

“Five minutes, then we need to head back before it gets dark,”  he sighed, much to your surprise. You’d expected more grumbling before he allowed you to indulge in the view. 

You stayed there to soak it in for a moment, listening to the scratch of him writing your names in the logbook before turning back towards him. There were a few flecks of snow stuck in his greying hair, now quite a bit longer than when you’d met him. Still just as hot.

“You keep staring long enough you’re going to bore holes into my face, babydoll,” Joel said, obviously trying to hold back a chuckle at your expense as he closed the logbook. Okay, so maybe you were more obvious than you’d previously thought. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning your face to hide the blush creeping across your face. 

“Don’t be,” he said, putting away the logbook as you started to move back to the horse. Trying your hardest not to seem embarrassed. “It’s not like I haven’t done my fair share of staring at you.”

That got you to stop in your tracks, only furthering your embarrassment at how eager you became after hearing that. You didn’t say anything, but you heard him approaching slowly behind you. 

“Couldn’t stop after my jackass of a brother pointed out that a certain someone had a little crush on me,” his voice was quieter now, coming closer. You stayed still, fearing if you moved a muscle you’d wake from a dream. Or you could be in shock. You weren’t sure yet. “Didn’t believe him, but then I kept catching you in the dining hall. You’re not very subtle.”

“Hmm, maybe I was just waiting for you to notice. Was worried your eyesight was already going bad, old man. Thought you’d pick up on the 20 something year old giving you googly eyes quicker,” you joked, finally able to form words as you felt the heat of him at your back. This was definitely not how you thought your little detour would go, but you were determined to see whatever was going on through. 

Joel was silent for a moment before you felt his hands on your shoulders and him moving you to face him. “Well, now that I’ve noticed, will you actually stop to talk to me when you see me? Or are you going to keep sneaking glances like I’m the last cookie?” 

You took a moment to respond, to entranced by finally getting to see his face up close and personal. All the finer details of the face you were so fond of; his crow’s feet, the grey in his facial hair, the scars. If you were braver you’d reach out to touch him.

“Where’d you go in that pretty head of yours?” Joel asked, and you could see how smug he was about the effect he had on you. You replayed moments in your head where your paths had crossed, wondering when Tommy had made his brother aware of your infatuation with him. If Joel had seen how you’d gone soft at the way he’d keep Ellie under his arm during community bonfires, or if he’d seen the way you blushed when he’d help you onto your horse for patrol. Each moment building up his courage to call you on it. 

“I think I have a better idea, you should take me for a drink at the Tipsy Bison. Then, I’ll get to stare at you all I want,” you blurted out. He already knew about your crush, so you didn’t have much to lose at this point. That caused him to actually laugh, a sound you hadn’t heard yet. You wanted to keep making him make that noise. 

“I think I like that idea, but are you sure you wanna be seen with an old man like me?” Joel tried to make it seem like he was joking, but you could see the slight shift in his eyes. He was self conscious about the age difference.

“I’d like to see someone try to say something,” you said. You were a grown adult, and there was nobody in Jackson who could tell you what you could and couldn’t do when it came to this man. Not when he was looking at you with the softest eyes, cheeks brushed with pink from the cold. You wanted to… to kiss him. 

So you did. 

You lifted yourself up onto your toes and quickly pressed your lips against his cold cheek. An urge from deep inside pushing you to give the man reassurance. You could smell leather and soap on him, a little sweat. You wanted more already. 

When you pulled back you chanced a look up at his reaction. It took a moment for him to process, but you were rewarded with a gentle smile and a shine in his eyes. 

“We should get back around 3, how about we clean ourselves up and I’ll come to yours around 7 and we can walk there together?” Joel suggests. Already moving you both back towards your horses. 

“Sounds good, old man,” you teased. “Now, how about we race back and try to get to those drinks a little faster.” You tried to beat him getting onto your horse, but as soon as the man heard the word race he was already swinging himself up onto his. 

“That’s not fair!” You called after him as he took off ahead of you. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have called me an old man, honey,” Joel laughed over his shoulder. “Loser has to get the drinks.”

You couldn’t wipe the cheesy grin on your face the whole way back to Jackson, looking forward to a drink or two with Joel Miller.

a/n: I'll be adding more parts to this one shot to make it a little series, need some winter fluff in my life. written at work and not beated, so yell at me if there's any issues with the fic <3

[xtangerinefilmx]

Sanctuary update — new works and authors added ⋆｡°✩

tbh this episode of mandalorian traumatized me, was it really necessary to make a whole goddamn horde of THOSE

random fics of the day ⋆｡˚

Consuming internet content is your own responsibility. Most of it is 18+, also mind authors’ notes.

by @thelightsandtheroses — Call It What You Want — Frankie 'Catfish' Morales

by @cherry-coloureddfunk — IMAGINE BEING LOVED BY ME — Joel Miller

by @aquariusmiller — cowboy like me — Joel Miller

by @joelsrose — Good Night — Joel Miller

by @slowdivinqs — Golden — Joel Miller

by @magpiepills — Stocking Stuffer — Joel Miller

by @kedsandtubesocks — Mr. Winter — Joel Miller

by @xtangerinefilmx — let me take care of you — Din Djarin

by @tcmmysheiby — oh, loverboy — Joel Miller

by @joelsbloodyhands — Enjoy the Silence — Joel Miller

by @oldermenaremyreligion — Summer Heat — Joel Miller

by @tinytinymenace — through — Joel Miller

by @celiababy — Ain't Right , Ain't Right pt.2 — Joel Miller

by @crowandmousewritingco — We Liked Your Vibe — Dieter Bravo, Din Djarin; Locked Room Rivals — Max Phillips, Dave York

by @marscardigan — Not a lot, just forever , bad thoughts , babysitting — Joel Miller

by @all-the-things-2020 — Deeds Not Less Valiant — Din Djarin

by @inkmonster21 — A Bounty & A Solo — Din Djarin

by @goodwithcheese — Almost Merry — Javier Peña

by @noisynaia — A Holiday Rescue — Marcus Pike

by @clawdeewritesfanfic — Thawed — Dieter Bravo

by @frannyzooey — Warriors — Din Djarin

by @livyjh — Office Hours — Joel Miller

by @slimybeth69 — Touch — Din Djarin

*smooches*

[xtangerinefilmx]

"light is what we create"- when the romantic tension is high

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

unconsciously leaning in towards each other

^ or gradually gravitating towards one another in a room in general

laughing at every joke they make, even if they're not that funny

eyes checking out their entire outfit when you first see them

^ then having to ask their giggling friends what their problem is after they've been caught

the triangle method ??? duh

inside jokes seem to accumulate and pile up as they start to spend more time alone together

eye contact being so strong, even in smaller conversations

voices changing around each other (whether it deepens or their tone in which they speak changes)

smiling and giggling throughout the entire conversation

"you always look good, what do you mean?"

always finding a way to have physical contact

^ having hands brush against eachother, being so close that they're shoulder-to-shoulder, touching their forearm briefly, etc.

compliments on top of compliments

noticing or remembering the little things

"am i too close?" "no! no, you're fine."

brushing hair out of their face or behind their ear :(

the look of absolute admiration and love one gives when the other isn't looking

^ cue their other friends gagging and telling them to "stand up"

when they lean in to get something off of their face and the other literally stops breathing for a second

goofy smiles

always being able to joke around together

[xtangerinefilmx]

yours

summary: Din has you role play as his receptionist before living out his cock warming fantasy. (part of the Ours series on AO3, can be read as a stand alone)

pairing: (din djarin/the mandalorian x fem!reader)

word count: 2.2k

warnings: smutty smut smut. minors BEGONE! (and language)

“Come in,” Din said softly from the other side of the door in reply to your sharp knock. 

When you opened the door to his office you found him leaning back into the cushion of his seat, hands interlocked and resting in lap as he spread his leg slightly. Despite the fact he’d already fucked you twice today (once on the couch, then again in the shower), your body still began to get worked up at the sight of him and the way his eyes slowly made their way up your body. He tilted his chin up with a slight smirk while he appreciated what he saw. As he always did. 

“And how can I help you?” Din said, his voice practically dripping with mischief. 

He’d been the one to suggest you two role play a bit to get into the mood for the whole cock warming thing. You were a bit hesitant at first, but not because you didn’t want to. You were just worried you’d sound silly and ruin the mood. He assured you that you had nothing to worry about.

“There’s been a few calls for you, sir. I think Mrs Davies is trying to get a hold of you,” you said demurely. 

“And what did you tell her?” Din asked.

“I had to tell her you weren’t taking on any new clients. That you didn’t have time for her,” you let a small smirk loose. 

Din let out a chuckle at that. “That’s not the truth, is it baby? You just wanna keep me for yourself,” Din said that last part as a statement. Because that would never be a question. 

You hesitated with your reply. Finally stepping out of the doorway and closing the office door behind you. It was so easy to fall into the scene. No matter the circumstances Din was so easy to fall into. 

“Of course, sir. I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately. I know, you’re my boss. But I can’t help but stare at how your ass looks in your workout shorts, and how they don’t even hide how big your cock is,” you saunter close to his desk. “I see how hard I make you. Don’t try to hide it. You want to ram your cock into my pussy until I cry, don’t you?”

You finally made it to his side, a determined look on your face as you pushed his chair back and wiggled your way in front of him. You knew the look on his face. He wanted to let go. To say ‘fuck it’ and just bend you over his desk right away. 

“How could I not? God, look at that ass,” Din groaned as his hands reached around to grasp both of your asscheeks in his hand, grasping roughly. The next second he pulled you into his lap, straddling his obvious erection. “You’d let me fuck your ass wouldn’t you? I bet I could make you beg for it. And you know how I’d do that?”

At this point his hands had begun grinding you down into his lap. You were whimpering at the feeling of him against your sensitive core. “How?” you asked, turning up the doe-eyed routine. This was getting good for you.

“I want you to lower yourself onto my cock. Then you’re going to sit on it until I say otherwise. No moving, and no touching yourself. We’ll see how long we last. Then i’ll bend you over this desk and fuck you until I fill you up. Just like the little slut you are,” Din spoke into your neck, giving you the tingle that you loved so much. 

“Fuck,” you let out as you continued to grind down on his cock. “Yes, please sir.” You don’t know where the ‘sir’ came from but you both seemed to like it. 

“Take it out, baby. I want you to get it wet with your mouth. Please,” a bit of the ‘normal’ Din slipped through at the end. Wanting you to know you could back out whenever. As if you ever would. 

Automatically, you pushed him further back until the back of his chair hit the wall. He’d put his usual casual clothes back on; basketball shorts and a t-shirt. His ‘whore clothes’ you would call them. You pulled the shorts down, aided by his hips lifting off the chair. His leaking cock was always a welcome sight. He muffled a groan with his hand as you went straight to sucking on the tip.

“That’s it, just like that sweetheart. Get it nice and wet and you’ll get your reward,” Din told you. 

You could feel yourself drenching your underwear, fully immersed into the fantasy you two were creating. Sucking his dick was always a turn on for you. Din was just so vocal it was impossible to doubt whether he was enjoying it. Wanting to get to the best part you quickly worked your mouth up and down his shaft to get him ready. 

“Come up here, baby. You did such a good job, but now you have to be extra good for me. Understand?” Din grabbed you by your arms, lifting you back into a standing position. “Now let’s take these off.”

Goosebumps began appearing along your skin as Din expertly undressed you, making quick work of your shorts and underwear. Then pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it with the rest of your clothing. 

“Can I please sit on it? I want to feel you stretch me open,” you said. 

“Go ahead,” Din leaned back again into his seat. 

Without a second thought you climbed into his lap, positioning your legs to comfortably straddle him before you positioned his cock at your entrance. Both Din’s hands landed on your hips to stabilize you as you sunk down. Neither of you broke eye contact as you took him in down to the hilt. By the time you’d made yourself comfortable you could tell the whole ‘not moving’ was going to be hard. You automatically wanted to start moving yourself in his lap. 

“That’s my girl. Now rest against my chest, and I’m going to finish a few emails. Okay?” Din was already breathing heavier, but he seemed determined to follow through. 

You mumbled in agreement before moving to place your head in the crook of his neck, your hands falling to circle around his torso. Fuck, you could feel everything so much more intensely. You focused solely on keeping still, the urge to move was a hard instinct to ignore. It was like you could feel every vein on him, and every breath made sent little shocks to where the two of you connected. 

Din slightly shuffled to get his arms around to begin working at his computer. A little gasp  was forced out of you and his dick twitched inside you. God. You just wanted to ride him until the two of you were both spent, but you had only just begun. 

You began to lose track of time as the minutes passed you by. All you knew was that you were making a complete mess of Din’s lap. Sweat was beading on your forehead and you were gripping Din’s shirt. The feel of him stretching you open and staying still was torturous. Growing impatient you began clenching yourself around him in hopes it would tempt him. 

“Behave,” Din bit out. A sharp slap on your bare ass accompanied his words, jolting you and giving you the sweet friction you’d been craving. 

“Nowhere in your rules did you say I couldn’t do that,” you shot back playfully. 

One of Din’s large hands reached down to hold you firmly in place against him. “I thought we were going to play fair, my love. Now stay still for just a little while longer. I’m almost done, and then you can get fucked like I promised.” 

It took all your willpower, but you gave up on teasing him until he broke. For the most part. To keep yourself entertained you began leaving open mouthed kisses along Din’s neck. Mouthing bruises on his tan skin. Din just kept tapping away at his computer, and you couldn’t even turn to see if he was actually doing work. For all you knew he could be dragging this out as long as he could. Fuck, that was something that he would do. You just wanted to move a little, feel the way the curls at the base of his cock tickled against your clit. 

Every small sensation was beginning to push your arousal even further. His hot breath hitting you. The rub of his shirt against your bare chest. 

Tears of frustration started to pool in your eyes. “Din, baby please. I need you to fuck me,” you cried. God, you sounded a bit pathetic but you were too far gone to care. 

Din didn’t automatically reply. He let out a few deep breaths before quickly finishing whatever email he was writing. You knew the end was near when he shut his laptop and pushed his chair back a few inches. 

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Din said, his voice firm but still loving. “I want you to tell me how you liked that.”

You lifted your head until your eyes met his dark ones. He looked like he was ready to devour you. 

“I loved it. I love having you that close to me, and feeling you stretch me like nobody else can,” you answered truthfully. As intense as cock warming was, you’d never felt closer to Din. You just wanted to pull him entirely inside of you. 

“That’s good to hear, baby. You did so good for me, and now you can get your reward. I’ll forgive that little stunt you pulled trying to get me to break,” Din chuckled. 

“I’m sorry. You know how much I love your cock,” you giggled. 

“Now get off my cock and bend yourself over that desk,” Din demanded. You complied, and pushed his laptop out of your way. “Such a well behaved girl. Reach back and spread yourself so I can see the mess we made.” 

When you did as he asked you shivered a bit. You felt exposed, and the chill air of his office hit the wet trail making a mess of your thighs. 

“Fuck, so messy and pretty. Are you okay if I take a picture? It’s okay if you’re uncomfortable,”  Din spoke softly, his fingers coming slowly to dip inside of you. 

“Shit, yes. Fuck, you could film yourself fucking me for all I care. Just get inside me quick,” you groaned, pushing yourself back onto his fingers. 

A string of curses left Din, and he scrambled to grab his phone from the desk. You couldn’t really look back at him in the awkward position you held yourself in, but you could hear as he began to snap photos of his fingers buried inside of you. You could hear him mumbling things like ‘so pretty’ and ‘mine’. He finally pulled his fingers out of you, but hesitates before going to fuck you.

“What is it baby?” You asked, pulling your hands back to hold your weight on the desk. 

“Did you mean it when you said I could film it?” Din’s voice sounded ragged. 

“I trust you not to show anyone. It's just for us, so yes,” you said.

Din made it easy to trust him, and if you were being honest you were looking forward to watching the video with him later. Maybe have him stream it on the TV in his bedroom while he fingered you while watching it. 

It took a  moment, but Din found a good position to set his phone in. He hit record before pulling his shirt over his head leaving him in just his pulled down shorts. 

“Are you ready, baby?” Din spoke gently as he lined himself up with your soaked entrance. 

“Please. I’m begging you.”

Din pushed all the way inside of you, groaning at the wet sound the two of you made together. You gripped the desk under you, relishing in the sensation of him finally moving. 

“That’s it. Can you feel how perfectly we fit together? Who does this pussy belong to?” Din grunted, his thrusts picking up speed as he got a hold on your hips. He’d definitely be leaving bruises. 

“Yours. It’s yours,” you replied. 

His hips began snapping against you like a jackhammer, your face becoming pressed against the wood. 

After being sat on his cock with no relief for what felt like ages you had already been close to climaxing. Now he was hitting your g spot with fervor and you found yourself crying out in mind numbing pleasure. This man really knew how to play your body like an instrument. The slap of skin against skin and the sound of the desk scraping against the floor was an intoxicating rhythm. 

“Gonna cum. I’m gonna cum,” you whimpered. 

“Let go baby. I want to feel you milk me,” Din demanded. After a handful of more rough thrusts Din had you sobbing your release under him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight. Gonna fill you up. Just like I promised.”

He buried himself to the hilt and held himself there as you felt him release himself deep into you. Once he finished he let his weight drop onto your back, his arms coming to your sides caging you in. 

“Thank you for that, baby,” Din finally whispered against your neck. 

“Hmm, don’t thank me. Just promise we can watch that video together later,” you said.

a/n: hope you enjoyed! the rest of the series is already on my ao3 if you want more of the series!

[xtangerinefilmx]

let me take care of you

summary: din's stressed, you take care of him...

pairing: (din djarin/the mandalorian x fem!reader)

word count: 2.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut ahead, language, etc (let me know if i missed anything)

“Baby, you have to stop beating yourself up. Things like this happen. It’s not like it was your fault,” you found yourself trying to calm Din down as you followed him into the house. 

It had been a few weeks since you started working at the gym with Din, and today a pipe had burst causing the gym to leak in various places. The plumber that Din had called said it would take about a week to fix and patch up, which in your opinion wasn’t that bad. Din had a loyal clientele, so it wasn’t like they were all going to jump ship just because it would be closed for a week. Din, though, thrived on running a tight ship. The one leaking pipe was obviously stressing him more than it should.

“I should have hired someone else to inspect the building before I signed the lease. Could have avoided this whole thing,” Din huffed as he continued into the kitchen.  

“Baby, it’s a problem that’s already being fixed. You can’t beat yourself up over it,” you said. 

Din just huffed as he opened up the fridge to grab a water bottle. You could tell he was tense, and that he wasn’t annoyed with you . But it still stung that he was having a huffy attitude with you. He took a long gulp before shutting the door and sitting down at the table.

“I know, baby. I just can’t help but feel like I could have avoided this whole thing,” Din grumbled, looking up at you with an almost pouty expression. 

“Yeah, well sitting around moping isn’t going to help anything,” you offered a small smile. You had him push his chair back so you could seat yourself in his lap. “Now we have a whole week off from work. We can take Grogu out and just have a relaxing week.”

Din just hummed in agreement as he buried his face in your neck. Your hands reached up to scratch at his scalp to help ease his tension. 

“And now we have until 4pm to pick Grogu up from daycare, so how about I help you release the rest of this stress?” You lowered your voice as you spoke, hoping he’d catch the drift. And of course he did.

“You don’t have to ask twice,” Din chuckled, standing and taking you with him as he carried you out of the kitchen. Your giggles echoed through the hall as he made his way to the stairs. 

“Put me down before you throw out your back, old man,” you laughed. 

“Baby, you watch me lift weights all day. I think I can carry my fiance up the stairs,” Din replied, not dropping you before ascending the stairs. 

“Okay, hotshot. But take me to the bathroom first. We’re gonna have a nice bubble bath before we do anything else,” you told him. 

“Is there anything I can say to convince you to move the bath for after?” Din asked huskily. Usually you’d give in easily, but you wanted to take care of Din like he always did for you. 

“Nope, into the bathroom we go,” you pointed to your bedroom as you spoke. 

Twenty minutes later you both were soaking in the scalding water, surrounded by piles of lavender scented bubbles. You’d made Din sit in front of you so he could rest back against your chest, your hands working shampoo into his curls. The stress seemed to leave him as he leaned into your touch. It was moments like this where you could appreciate what a softie he was. Gone was the tough guy in the gym, and in his place was this cuddly man who just wanted constant affection. 

“I could die happy like this, mi amor,” Din whispered. 

“I’m glad you’re enjoying this. Now hand me that cup so I can rinse your hair, baby,” you told him. 

He listened to you, moving forward so you could rinse the suds out. You silently appreciated the way the bubbles ran down his muscled back. God, he was so beautiful. And he was yours. 

Once the soap was all washed away you leaned forward to press gentle kisses along his tan shoulder. Din didn’t say anything, but you could feel his body shiver slightly at the feel of your lips on his wet skin. Feeling emboldened, you moved your hands to trail around his waist as you continued your attention on his shoulders. It didn’t surprise you at all to find him already half hard when you grasped his cock in your hand gently. 

“Fuck, baby,” Din bit out as you began to stroke him slowly. Letting him harden in your grasp. 

“Shhh, my love. Just relax,” you whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

Din’s head fell back onto your shoulder as his whole body relaxed into yours. Only the sounds of soft moans and whimpers echoed through the bathroom as you continued moving your hand up and down his length. You still had hours before you had to pick up your son, so you were in no hurry at all. Din’s hands had found their way down to grip at your thighs where they bracketed his hips.

“Baby, if you keep this up I’m gonna fuck up our bath water,” Din chuckled, sounding out of breath. 

“Hmm, but I like having you all vulnerable like this for me. Tell me what you want to do to me and maybe I’ll let you out of this tub,” you said. 

Din seemed to sit and collect his thoughts for a moment, trying to keep his thoughts straight. 

“I want you on top. Wanna see you take what you want from me,” Din grunted. “Baby, wanna feel your hands around my throat.”

Well, that was a surprise. Din usually liked to take control in the bedroom. Though it shouldn’t be that shocking seeing as he needed to give up some of that control especially now.

“Sounds a bit more like what you want me to do to you rather than the other way around. I’ll let it slide though, because I wanna see what you look like coming apart beneath me,” you teased him.

You released him from your grasp, gently pushing him forward so you both could exit the tub. Still, there was no rush to dry off and run to the bed. The two of you took your time drying each other off with a towel, your hands lingering as they worked over him. Usually the two of you were in a rush to get as close as possible. This time you were going to take your time.

Once inside your bedroom you pushed him back towards the bed, enjoying the heavy gaze he had focused on you. There was no denying the way the two of you made each other feel. Din sat obediently on the edge of the bed, making it easy for you to straddle his lap. He was already hard from you touching him in the bathtub and he moved his hips upwards to grind himself into you. You let out a soft gasp that was promptly cut short by Din capturing your mouth in a kiss. 

You let yourself melt into the kiss, your hands burying themselves into his still damp hair. Din’s hands moved to your ass, gripping like his life depended on it. You could spend hours just making out with Din if he asked, and you had done that before. He just made everything feel so good. It ended up being you, though, who pulled away first. You wanted to take care of him and he wasn’t going to get in the way of your plans.

You pulled his head back to give you access to his neck, biting and sucking wherever you could. 

“You’re so pretty, baby. And so fucking strong. How’d I get so lucky with you?” You began whispering between making love bites on his neck. “Grogu and I are the luckiest people on earth to have you. You take care of us so well.”

Din let out a whimper at your words. It was obvious that he was someone who craved words of affirmation, and you were more than willing to provide them for him. It was the least you could do, and it wasn’t like you were lying.

“You wanna lay down for me, baby?” You asked him.

“I’ll do anything you ask of me, fuck,” Din panted. He was already becoming worked up, fighting his instinct to take over and fuck you into the next lifetime. 

“Good to know, now move,” you giggled as you moved off his lap. He awkwardly pushed himself up the bed to lay his head on a pillow. 

You pulled your hair out of the clip you’d put it in before crawling up the bed until you were positioned on top of him. Sitting nice and polite with your wet core resting right on his erection. “I’m already wet and you’ve barely touched me. I just kissed you and then I’m ready to go,” you praised him. 

“It feels like you’re buttering me up for something,” Din chuckled, but his cheeks were blushing bright red. 

“Nope, just want my man to know how much I want him all the fucking time. What? You don’t believe you’re the reason I’m dripping right now?” You teased as you began grinding your hips to offer the poor man some friction. 

“Shit.” Was all that came out of his mouth in response, letting himself enjoy the feeling of your slick folds running up and down his length. 

“Now you’re going to lay back and let me take care of you, okay?  Don’t make me tie your hands down if you try taking control. You don’t need to try and please me, baby. You just do, ” you told him before reaching down to grab his cock in your hands.

The foreplay could wait for another time. You wanted him inside you. Both of you let out groans of pleasure as you guided him inside of you. Right where he belonged. 

Din’s hands went instinctively to your waist to guide his movements, but you automatically grabbed them and pushed them to the mattress. 

“Let me be in charge, baby,” you told him before quickening your movements. He simply nodded before tightening his eyes in pleasure. “I thought you liked me on top because you thought I was pretty, Din. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

Din immediately complied, his eyes dark with lust. Your hands rested on his chest, stabilizing you as you began to bounce yourself up and down on him. He let out a grunt at your change in pace.

“You are… You’re so fucking pretty when you take my cock like this,” Din told you, already out of breath. He was getting close, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as you’d already gotten him halfway there in the tub. You were eager to help him get there, ignoring the fact you probably weren’t going to cum this time. You knew Din would more than make up for it when you went to bed later that night. 

You reached your hand down, wrapping your fingers around his throat. Just like he’d asked for. You weren’t experienced with choking someone so you just applied light pressure, unsure of whether or not you were doing it ‘right’. 

Din’s fluttered a bit, and he bucked his hips up going deeper inside you. Well, there was your answer. He seemed to like this new element to sex very much. 

“Baby, let me touch you. I’m close,” he managed to get out. You knew he’d want to help you cum even though this was about him. 

“No,” you told him simply before quickening your pace. The tell tale signs of his body seizing up warned you before he came with a muffled cry inside of you. His body went lax beneath you, obviously sated.

“Fuck, you didn’t even cum baby,” Din finally said as you got from on top of him. 

“This was about you,” you said as you lay yourself next to him. “We can go again tonight if it’s really bothering you.”

“Why not right now. If you give me a few minutes I’ll be ready again,” Din said as he nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“No, right now we are going to take a quick nap before we have to go pick up a three year old from daycare. Now sleep, old man,” you told him.

And who was Din to turn down a mid afternoon nap with you wrapped up in his arms?

a/n: just a repost of one of my fics from ao3! hope you enjoy, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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hey there! welcome to my blog! i'm m, and this is where I'll be posting my fics and thoughts on my beloved hyperfixations. well, when i have time for them.

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characters i write for:

din djarin/the mandalorian

joel miller

marcus acacius (Gladiator II)

(the list may grow)

fics:

din djarin

and so it begins (ao3)

yours | (ao3 link)

valentine's day fun (ao3)

let me take care of you | (ao3 link)

ours (ao3)

ours to keep (ao3)

joel miller

into the orange grove (ao3)

a drink

this masterlist still undergoing construction and will get updated here and there! all of my fics currently reside on ao3 and might get reposted on here eventually but either way there's more to come!

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