#Din Djarin needs a hug

[court-jobi]

The Nightmare

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Words: 3,481

Rating: Teen & Up

A/N: Flashbacks, Mando's angst turns into fluff, alludes to a more intimate relationship, nightmare comfort, descriptions of bounty hunter-typical violence, etc.

Summary: Settling into weeks of quiet have done wonders for Din Djarin's stress levels. Laying low had it's perks. With his adoring riduur at his side, the heartaches that crop up feel bearable... Until the night terrors start. Memories from past and present mix and force the Mandalorian awake.

Compartmentalize. Strategize. Aim. Detain. That’s how he operates, how he works at his best.

He supposed this was what came with the territory of having something worth living for; the gratitude and the grief. The gift of love and the subsequent fear of losing such a treasure. Coming to terms with a life without love in it and being honest enough to admit something like this could rattle him, that was his new challenge.

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Din shot awake, roused by the scream that haunted him in his mind. The flashback, the bruises, you being strangled. The memory played in a tense loop while his eyes adjusted to the lack of light. 

He whipped around to his side, finding you completely sound asleep– armed with a pillow hugged by your arms. 'A poor placeholder for my hunky Mando,' you said; not that your subconscious could tell the difference. Even if he were snuggled as closely behind you as he could manage now in your shared bed, you’d still have cushions and blankets swarming you… It was all part of your adoring charm, Din decided long ago.

He let out a breath and let his eyes fall shut for just a second. 

Thank fuck it’s over.

The images burned again behind his closed eyes, so he willed them open. No way he’d be sleeping anytime soon.

Eyes open, he looked to you. A hand slipped from the covers– his. Should he touch? Just to– no…. His heart ebbed again. 

Carefully, Din slipped from the bed all the while watching your sleeping body breathe in and out. Not even bothering with a shirt, he wiped his face with the corner of the sheet to rouse himself, and left the bedroom in search of a drink. Nothing to numb him– just to remind his body of what was real.

Coming back to the living room window, carafe in hand, he took a long swig. From the tip of his peripherals, Din noted his hands jostling on the way up. He frowned at the shakiness as the water passed his lips in gulps.

He ran through the steps: find a light source, find the ground, steel your feet, steel your heart. ‘Fear has no place in safety.’

His heart began to slow with the practiced familiarity. What his upbringing taught him.

He was safe, you were safe, and always would be, with him. It was just a dream. 

Problem is, the dream was no fantasy. No hypothetical, or worst-case scenario. No, it was a haunting memory he'd filed away in its proper place when it had happened, a gross oversight that would not be repeated- and one he thought he’d out to bed long ago. The guild he’d confessed to was a fight that you’d finally gotten through to him that you’d forgiven him of, any complicit part he’d played in it was pardoned and dismissed. That was months, nearly a year ago. So much has happened since that little ‘heart attack’.

The thought should be comforting, so why were his eyes stinging so?

The truth…was that stress compounded. 

And it’s been a hell of a year.

Din sat, pondering the nightmare and more at the bay window. Of the nightly terror, and the one he faced in his living hours. He thought of his child, wherever he was. Now, he couldn't guarantee his safety. Only faith could keep him from harm while it was not up to his father to keep watch. And he thought too of what followed: when he’d turned around that bridge– the eyes all on him, in the face. Taking off his helmet was the final straw that severed him from his personal creed. That was permitted after all, but in private. That moment was another he could never take back… 

A renewed sorrow came over Din again and he whispered out a curse, drinking as if to wash the paternal worry back down inside. Why was it so hard to hold onto that promise– when he himself gave it so freely to Grogu just weeks ago? 

//Don't be afraid.// //I’ll see you again, I promise.//

Din rubbed the heel of one hand against one eye, then the other, breathing out against one of the dual moons’ lights coming in from the landing fields. Each blade shimmered in the wind.

He supposed this was what came with the territory of having something worth living for; the gratitude. The gift of love and the subsequent fear of losing such a treasure. Coming to terms with a life without love in it and being honest enough to admit something like this could rattle him. 

After taking up this life, one he never thought he would have, where would he go next without his family? Without his creed?

"--Hey, you ok?" 

Your serene, sleep-laced voice sung a bit higher than it normally did.

Din turned with a bit more of a start, disappointed in himself that he disturbed your peace despite his best efforts. 

“I thought someone called or something…” You discovered his unshed tears in the light when he set the carafe away. In a stride, you joined him with a sad smile, unaware of anything on a docile planet like this that could have woken him up from a dead sleep. "What happened?"

Din’s voice came out rough and choked, he cleared it with a bashful, twisted expression.

"I didn't want to wake you--" 

The moment you stepped into his space you cupped his cheek and kissed the opposite one softly and slowly in a sleepy greeting, hugging him around his back when he rose to collect you. Your darling riduur. Once you parted, he cradled your head to him and let out a breath against your neck– clearly upset and trembling.

"Din– baby, you're shaking… why didn't you get me up?"

He looked sadly over your shoulder. The tall grass, rustled by the breeze in waves…

"You needed your rest." Din settled on a half truth.

You nudged his side with the arm enclosed around him there,

"So do you." You pulled back just enough to look at him again. Not only was he tired, but looked haunted. 

You guessed, with a loving scratch to his lower back, "Bad dream?"

He relented with the subtlest of nods. Smoothing out your hair, he corralled you in before he settled back on the sill. You followed the flow of his movements and claimed the space on his thigh. From here, it was the perfect height to hug him fully on your perch.

You hummed to acknowledge. Laying a little kiss to his darker skin, laden with hard, sad lines all across his forehead. Your lips sealed a caring touch, 

"You're safe, honey." You reminded The Hunter in him.

"--Wasn't about me."  Strong arms squeezed you in a reflex.

You paused a little, then added another kiss. 

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

At the close of his eyes, Din saw it all again…

The Razor Crest didn’t hum as she normally did. Or maybe she was, but Din could barely hear it over the pounding of his heart. Shock rattled his system, and sent his pulse into overdrive.

That godsawful day: the one where he got your emergency callsign and a quick comm in, telling him to ‘get there and fast and in case he didn’t, that you knew he’d be just fine with the munchkin, anyway’-- like he didn’t need you like he needed oxygen piped into his helmet’s filtration system.  

That comm call sent fear prickling his senses and pumped lead into his stomach. 

Luckily, his brain moved faster than the shock and the steely part of his mind set you as his bounty. Compartmentalize. Strategize. Aim. Detain. That’s how he operates, how he works at his best.

He hunted you down to save you in record time.

Action tore the dream into spurts– first, how he tracked you down from the op gone wrong. You split the job in two: he’d take one informant and you’d take the other, playing to your strengths and getting back to the buyer’s table in tandem. It had worked so far for the last few jobs with a near perfect track record. Until that day. 

Maybe he should have listened to his gut. You said this was going to be ‘just as easy as the first time’, and set off to recover some intel and maybe swipe a few things vigilante-style that your targets would never miss in the first place. Not a bad move, when stealing from the obscenely rich for a good cause. Only it clearly must not have gone the way you thought, and now unfortunately left you to wrestle with very real death threats. 

Every muscle burned as he fought his way to you. Din Djarin –the Mandalorian– running on silent fury and a protective streak to rival a mudhorn left the spice smuggler’s transit with no one who tried to cross him without a few bruises.

– at least until he found the spice dealer holding you up on the wall by the neck… then all hell broke loose. 

Din removed the Yuuzhan’s arms from the equation. Called it ‘cutting the hand that sins’. 

Scared everyone in the hallway straight, at least, and got you back in his arms: ready with a bleary laugh and a witty word. 

Next, there was the chase- how you both made it back in one piece. By some miracle, you sped through the alleyways of Correlia with the confidence that you could do it blindfolded on that speederbike. How you managed that after the trauma of the day by only taking breaths in hard spurts still amazed him; long after you settled back into the ship and held the kiddo in your lap for the first time in a week. Grogu constantly tried to reach up and play with your hair, but you slipped him some old, battery-deficient comm shells to play with and stack instead. Kept him busy, cute little thing.

Seeing him so happy, there on the Crest… It hurt to see such a different time played over and over in his dreams. Even that felt so real.

This part felt like a lifetime ago: Din’s visor squaring up to your face as you sat detangling your hair with a little wince. At the time, he’d not been honest about the warmth in his chest, not told you how he felt, hadn’t felt you sigh and unravel beneath him surrendering all of your soul in return for his touch, and you certainly hadn’t seen his brown eyes in the light of day yet. No, now he just watched you from the comfort the shell of his helmet and creed provided.

You heard the door hiss shut behind him when he’d left the fresher himself, and looked up with a funny little eye roll at the weird angle of your arms. He'd caught you like this several times, after all. It was an annoying part of using a fresher versus a real sprayshower- the pressure was all wrong, and left your hair a bit of a mess. And now, every yank of your head hurt. You had to laugh under your breath. So much for keeping beauty tricks a secret around him. 

But he didn’t care. Not a bit. Not about something as trivial as hair when he was worried about so much more. Worried sick about your life.

Under the thick straps of the belt and ammo guards, Din’s stomach tensed in knots. He tried to pipe up, but his first syllable got caught in his mouth funny, and he swallowed to try again where the voice modulator would pick up.

"Feel better?" he’d asked.

Dew-adorned eyes looked back at him; tired, but gemlike as ever. You nodded very little, a small hum acknowledging his concern.

"The heat was nice," your voice answered, small. "I appreciate the hot water, that was reallyngggg.. sweet of you to save that for me-" your grin turned sour and breathless at the unintentional swallow at the end. 

You hid the pain poorly, if you were trying at all. Blowing a slow, smooth breath acted as an intermission between the throbbing’s effect on your body.

Din stepped towards you just as he’d done in real time, taking a kneel in front of you, level so that you didn't need to look up at him. The recognition of your reflection so close caught you off guard for half a second.

He asked softly to ‘let me see’.

You gave a thin lipped smile. "It– looks worse than it is.."

Brush falling to your lap, you pulled all your still-damp hair to one side.

Still angry and a bit red from the asphyxiation you'd endured earlier, the color sent a renewed flare of anger in him. You noted that in the rise of his chest. His hands ached again.

Those eyes, your eyes, looking at him in worry mirrored what they’d just looked like under the Yuuzhan’s hands and claws– how close you’d gotten gambling with your pulsepoint.

The cry of his title that eeked from you– so broken and terrified–

Did he want to talk about it?

A chill rippled in him. "Not really."

"...Want me to stay?"

"Yes." Immediate.

Smiling above his head now, you looking out to the fields from Din’s unofficial spot, with you snuggly in his arms. You unleashed your arms from his waist in favor of trailing up his expanse of chest and around his neck. He looked back at you with softer eyes when you settled around his shoulders. You guided his head to the spot below your chin, where he nuzzled his way of thanks.

"You know I'm here for you now, right? We're in this together." You kissed what hair was available to you at this angle and felt his sigh against your chest.

"I know. Mhi solus tome… ner riduur. N’cyar’ika."

The memory of so many nights, watching how you'd held Grogu to this spot on your chest just like this leaked out.

"...I miss him."

A few fingers threaded through his mussed hair,

"Me too, hon."

Minutes passed just holding each other like this, leaving your Mandalorian’s heart to take stock again:

The moon was the light, the ground was firm, his feet were stable, his heart secure by the woman holding him together.

Your eyes had closed peacefully atop his head when he rumbled beneath you in a little laugh.

"Let's go back to bed."

You lured those big brown eyes at you, closer to sleep than wakefulness, “You sure?”.

"I'm ok now." Din smiled up at you, rubbing at your waist. "You're falling asleep on me."

"No m'not."

He shook his head at your sleepy stubbornness and stood. WIthout a fight, he nodded off and guiding you by the hips in front of him– to head back to your room,

"C'mon, sweetheart. I'll hold you."

Sure enough, when you'd half crawled back into bed and pulled the covers back for him, Din spooned you close with one arm scooping you up and the other pinning you to him. The weight was absolutely wonderful to you, but also grounding for him.

The light is behind him, the ground supports the bed he's on, his feet are warm now, his heart full.

Din woke with the sun to a face full of your hair that was currently tickling the bridge of his nose. 

Your half lean back onto Din’s chest like he was your personal hammock had caused his shoulder to go a bit numb when he tried to move it, but he was hardly uncomfortable. Using a hand to brush your hair out with a small huff, it caught in what small facial hair he had. 

Din suppressed a laugh. You really did have a lot of it. It was then he felt your inhale and full body stretch against him. 

The way your back curved, gods was it tempting… In your bliss between sleeping and waking, you’d ground up against him -only natural- and he rumbled at the brush to his groin (good as it felt, it’s not the time). Later. Saucy focus pushed aside, Din simply stilled you with a soothing hand at your hip.

"Good morning~" he laid a kiss on your shoulder.

"Morning," your sigh, a pitch higher, "d'ya get back to sleep ok?"

Din hummed a gentle reply, laying another couple kisses before some more hair fell in his face from you shifting. He snorted it away this time, and you giggled at how his expression furrowed at the intrusion. 

Collecting your hair back and over, you turned in his arms and he laid back flat for the first time in a while, with a little groan.You cooed at him.

"You could have moved me, baby!" 

Chiming back easy in spirit, he had no complaints, "It was worth it."

Rolling your eyes, you pressed a dreamy, light kiss to his lips. Both of you could've used something to drink to wash the taste out of your mouths, but at this moment, didn't really seem you’d mind either. The touch was comforting enough to win out.

And after that dream, he’d take the sight of you in any fashion while you had that smile on your face. And Grogu? Well.. in the light of day, he knew he’d likely be giving that Jedi the same good-morning treatment. One he had a sneaky suspicion he’d see again, one day. The pang of missing the little bug stung less and less. 

DIn offered his usual, “Want some caf?”

You hummed a second, then lit up more awake– “Oh! The new tea~ let’s have that.”

Din smiled bright, then even brighter.

– that’s how the dream should have ended: the same way things really ended.

Down in one hand, Din’s vice grip remembered the short canister he held. He swallowed and unscrewed the cap with a little swirl around to disturb the foam on top.

"I brought you this. It's a tea from Sorgan." Taking his gift, you brought it to your nose to smell the herbal blend with interest. "The heat should be easy on the throat."

The thought of repeatedly swallowing didn’t sound entirely pleasant to you, and it showed.

"Yeah."

"You haven't eaten anything either. I want to see you drink something first before trying anything solid."

"...right." Still thumbing the drink you lifted it, studying one of his ammo straps with laser focus as you fought through the pain of the swallow. A little sting of a tear edged again like it did in the fresher.

At your wince, Din set a hand on your knee. Just some comfort that let you know his presence was there.

What really took you out of the moment’s ache was the next thing he said.

"I'm sorry."

Your eyes fell to him again, concerned, "What for?”

"I should have been there, before he ever laid a hand on you."

You licked your lips a little nervously. "You had no way to know Osuff'd do that. It's not exactly the first time; I remembered the tricks to make it to the expressway, and we made good time of it." 

You tried for positivity to alleviate his concern, but that ‘little’ comment…

"...He's done that to you–before."

"It was a long time ago." You shyly admitted, sipping again. "More of a-... throw than a chokehold that time."

… Din can’t believe this. What he’d believed you at your word, not knowing the danger wasn’t far from your mind; and yet you went through with it, at his insistence to take the fekking job.

"Hey," 

With that gentleness that radiated from you, your fingers reached out to the bottom edge of the metal casing, gracing his helmet by your tenderness and bringing his face back to you.

"You got there in time. You stopped it before it got ugly. I have you to thank for that." You whispered genuinely, hoping to give him some assurance. "I've seen you go into fire before, but- it's really something when you're coming to the rescue."

A gross exaggeration. Everyone says bounty hunters are fun to watch when they’re not coming after you. 

"It was the bravest thing I've ever seen, Mando. Of course, I doubt anything scares you."

"--I was scared." He answered back firmly.

That silenced you. 

And for the first time, Din took your hand. Not because you needed to run… He just wanted to.

"Nothing has ever scared me more than seeing that bastard hurt you." His voice fell low and gravelly. "I haven't felt that kind of fear in years."

"...Really?"

"You deserve to know–" 

Hearing you choke, seeing you cry for him, tearing him off you and severing his joints for good measure in a rage-filled blur-

"--I was so scared for you."

But his favorite part:

You swallowed again. A new look filled your eyes– one he’d later call love. 

And you remembered: when you wanna kiss a Mando, just give him a little headbutt.

And you did.

What a gift.

What something as simple as tea could do to warm him through, and make a hard Mandalorian forget his nightmares with something warm in hand -and at his side- on a beautiful morning.

[mayukicrystalqueen]

Heads Up, Seven Up!

Make a new post, throw in the last seven(ish) sentences on your Wip, tag me and others!!

Din sobbed harder. What had he done to deserve him? To deserve someone so patient and understanding?

“Is he gonna be ok?” Ollie asked.

“He’ll be fine Ollie.” Luke said. “Just, don’t get anymore dead things, that’s the last thing that’ll help.’

Din choked out a laugh as he continued to cry. He wouldn’t have the same attachment to some random lizard, but he appreciated what Luke was saying.

“Then how can I help?” Ollie asked.

“Just give him space, okay?” Luke asked. “If he asks for anything specific from you, you can help that way, okay?”

Admittedly this is more than seven, but at least two of those sentences were two words and it said Seven-ish so yeah :P

Tagging @veradragonjedi and literally no one else because I don’t know anyone on here yet who writes yet.

[thefrogdalorian]

I was watching Chapter 15: The Believer yesterday and something stood out to me that I guess I'd never really thought about before...

When the Juggernaut is getting attacked by the Pirates, we see several shots of Din struggling without his armour. It's a new way of fighting for him and he struggles to adapt at first.

He quickly rallies and skilfully fights them off, though. But more pirates soon appear and after fighting them off, Din is thrown backwards. He sees several pirates approaching.

Din lies down in defeat, powerless to fight them off without his armour or weapons. Knowing his death is likely imminent, without hope of survival.

Instead of giving up and accepting defeat, he does not allow himself to wallow in despair and mystery. After sighing deeply he steadies himself and gets right back up:

Facing down death as the pirates approach, he does not show weakness or fear.

He doesn't allow himself to be cowardly, or dwell on his likely impending doom and the fact he has failed in his quest to rescue the child he loves so much...

Instead, Din stands there with his fists up, outnumbered and without weapons, prepared to fight to the end even in the face of certain death...

Fortunately, of course, the TIE Fighters appear to save the day and Din succeeds in his quest to rescue Grogu and, well, you know the rest.

But I think this little moment in one of the best episodes is such a good insight into his character.

Standing up with his fists clenched like that, outnumbered and hopeless but refusing to accept defeat is perhaps one of the most Mandalorian things he's ever done. Yet only a few minutes later he removes his helmet and that act leaves him rendered an apostate in the eyes of his people. Told he is a Mandalorian no more, even.

It's kind of heartbreaking because he really did not deserve to be told that. Mandalorians are proud warriors, who never give up. Being a coward is the worst insult in Mando'a, their ancient language. Here, Din showed that he is nothing of the sort.

Din Djarin is as honourable a Mandalorian as they come.

[dindjarindiaries]

Din Djarin and loss, The Mandalorian #8

[the-mandawhor1an]

6 months later...

TLDR: it's Zaddy's and my RP 'anniversary'; artworks; Wolke being emotional about her Tumblr experience; and a fluffy one shot/drabble at the end of the WAY TOO LONG POST

I've alluded to it before, I've commissioned some artwork of the two lovebirbs and they just so happened to get finished this week. Huge thanks to @kenobiwanx for making the two come alive 😭 I can NOT stop staring at them.

LOOK AT THEM 😭😭😭

Yes these are spoilers for upcoming events but I just 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

@zaddymandalorian Überraschung!

Back to the actual point *wipes tears off her face*

Let's set the scene...

My dearest Zaddy and I reconnected in November of 2023 as I had been on a work trip at that time and I needed someone to talk to. We'd been talking on and off for the last months, mostly smalltalk and sometimes me complaining about stuff. Worth mentioning is also that I sent her my Maia fanfic back in June. First person to read it besides myself. I've known Zaddy since spring of 2016 ish (which also means I've known her longer than my husband – fun fact) so I felt comfortable with her reading my extremely self-indulgent shit. Everyone needs friends like that ♥

We mused about the roleplays we lost to forum admins being ruthless in their inactive-thread-deletion efforts every 4 months. We had barely started a Witcher RP and I'm sure it would've been awesome if we had continued. We literally stopped 7 ish posts in so nothing had happened really. – Why was it inactive? Well I took a 14 month roleplay hiatus due to me being chronically fatigued. The joys of working a stressful job and being severly anemic. Oops.

I tested the waters and made an offhand comment about maybe giving in and asking her to plot something with me.

This is a very convincing re-enactment of what happened: (translated because we're German potaters)

Well... and that's when the fun began

I, being a total Pedro fangirlie, asked if we wanted to just take the synopsis of my fic and run with that. She agreed, I was happy, she was happy.

So it's been 6 months.

OH. MY. GOD.

I did not think I had it in me to be consistently posting daily for 6 months. We've laughed, we've cried, we've lost sleep over it. We've grinned into our phone screens like maniacs at work and luckily no one asked

And now, 260k words later, I'm still in love with the babies. In fact I'd say I love the little blorbs even more now. Maia has a face, she has outfits (multiple!) she has a family and a story (that's only about 1/3 written so whew we might make it to a million)

Of course I also love Zaddy very much (and I will keep lovebombing your ass, bitch 🖤💜)

You know what, fuck it, I'm mentioning more people. Buckle up! Wolke spreads some love!

@immarocketman for being the first person on Tumblr that I kind of clicked with because we share a love for Pedro and the color purple 💜

@roughdaysandart for 1) allowing me insight in her creative process making a Fanfic comic and b) doodling Maia basically as soon as she made an appearance in text form 💜

The moots: @thefrogdalorian @djarins-cyare @djarins-wife @pedroswife69 for interacting with me, commenting on my posts and being real cute in general 💜

Everyone that ever interacted with me on here has been nothing but friendly, I feel extremely welcome over here. Everyone who liked/reblogged or commented on my posts, thank you so much. 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Now that the sappy whining is over, who wants to read something actually interesting?

In spirit of me being overbearingly loving, I've typed up a bit of fluff from the lovesick fools™ of Clan Mudhorn. Unbeta'd.

It was early in the morning, the sun barely over the horizon and engulfing the room in warm orange light, when Din awoke, a soft and warm body nestled into his side. She let out the softest little hum when he buried his face in her hair, wrapping his arms around her to hold her close.

"Sleep," he purred into her hair, placing a kiss on her forehead when her face turned towards him. Again, with a quiet hum, she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "How am I supposed to sleep when my husband has his hands all over me?"

"I'm sorry," he apologized and gently stroked her hair. "Why are you awake anyway?" she asked, finally raising her head so her sleepy, green eyes looked into his. "Hey mesh'la," he greeted her with a smile, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "I don't know. I guess the sun woke me up, it's too bright in here." He sighed. "I miss the hut on Nevarro, it was always dark in there." "Come on, it's not that bad here. We needed more space anyway."

She pulled away from him, rolling over so she was on her stomach, hugging the pillow underneath her to get a better look at her everything. "Is the sun too strong, my warrior king?" a grin crept onto her lips as her eyes blinked slowly. Clearly this was way too early for her liking. To be fair, last night went on for longer than anticipated. "Are the little troublemakers awake yet?" She raised her head and turned to face the door. For now it seemed peaceful and quiet in the adjacent rooms.

Knowing well she would rise from the bed to check if he didn't stop her, Din hoisted himself over her body, practically pressing her into the mattress with his body weight. "You're not getting up to check on the kids now, cyar'ika," he muttered, peppering kisses along her shoulder. A chuckle escaped her lips as she rotated her head so she could see him in her peripheral.

She was so glad the mattress was soft enough to just give in under the weight, forming a perfectly human-shaped dent to make way for her body. "Whatever you say, great Mand'alor." For just a second she could feel him grind his pelvis into her butt.

He kept on pressing kisses on her neck, her shoulders, slowly crawling down her spine, kissing every little scar he found on his descent. "You really have to stop saying it like that." "Like what?" "With the bedroom-voice." He stopped to crawl back up to her head and leaned forward, giving her the chance to look into his face. His eyes were darkened, one of his eyebrows twitching upward.

"You're insatiable," she laughed, shaking her head. He slowly lifted off of her, immediately wrapped both arms around her and pulled her onto his chest. "That's your fault, my love." His voice was warm and silky, the vibration in his chest making her shudder. "My fault?" "You're just too beautiful so I can't keep my eyes or my hands off of you for long." "Di'kut" "Gar di'kut, forever." "Forever is a long time," she said softly and ran her fingers through his hair.

"And I'll be happy to spend every minute with you. I love you so much" he took her hand in his and softly kissed her knuckles. She sighed and watched him kiss every finger, eyeing her intently. She was mesmerized by his eyes, almost hypnotized by the dark brown, with the orange light surrounding them it reminded her of embers, glowing and warm.

Forever was a long time and although it didn't feel like it, time was progressing, evident by the threads of silver that sparkled in his dark brown curls. And although she felt like she herself was showing signs of ageing, he always told her she was as beautiful as the day he met her. "I love you more, mesh'la," she replied and rested her hand on his cheek.

"You and the kids are everything to me. I would die for you," he mused, closing his eyes as her finger brushed over his beard toward his lips. Her movements halted and the dark brown eyes reopened, scanning her features for signs of her sudden stop. The small crease on her forehead was enough for him to know exactly what was troubling her.

"Look at me," he pleaded with her, cupping her cheek in one of his hands now. "I know that look on your face. I would doesn't mean I will. Stop thinking about it. I'm here and so are you." Her hand slowly retreated to rest atop of his, thumb brushing over his warm and tanned skin. "Thanks to you, I am. You've saved my life once, I hope you don't have to do it a second time." She smiled warmly and nestled her face further into his hand.

Din grumbled and pulled her face closer, peppering it with kisses wherever he could reach. "I've saved your life twice. But it doesn't matter, you've given me more than I could ever imagine. I have a family now. And the most amazing wife in the galaxy." "I love you." "Until the end of space and time."

Both flinched when they heard a noise outside the bedroom. Instantly both heads were turned to the door, listening for more noises. One of the kids must've woken up, maybe their voices were too loud.

"Any guesses?" Din asked his wife, once again burying his face in her hair. "My gut tells me it's your mini-version," she suapected, turning her head to kiss him gently. "Your gut? Or your Jedi magic?"

Din rose from the bed, stretching his muscles in the morning sun, stared at by his better half. "And you say I'm insatiable." A sly grin appeared on his lips as he put on a shirt, his shoulders and bicep stretching the fabric just enough to make her hum. "The faster you check on the troublemakers the sooner you can come back to bed. Hurry, I'm not done with you."

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Translations:

mesh'la - beautiful

cyar'ika - darling

di'kut - idiot

gar di'kut - your idiot

[lorrainestea]

Look me in the eyes and tell me she doesn’t look like she’s gonna cry soon

[jomiddlemarch]

coming home

“No one ever cared before,” Din said. You’d learned to listen to his voice very carefully, the tone and timbre altered by the helmet he still wore nearly all the time, and you could hear the disbelief, the shock of pleasure, and you could not help a moment of the sharpest pain when you recognized what Din felt and what little it had taken—the low table set with earthenware cups, a sprig of xiggida blossom, Grogu close to Din’s dusty boot, his arms reaching out. You, leaning against the wall. “No one ever cared if I was coming home.”

[hinderr]

Clanoftwober day 11. Keldabe kiss

[kalevalakryze]

Bo, laid out on her depression throne:

Din, walking in: Bo Katan, it’s me, Din Djarin-

Bo, taping a piece of paper to her chest:

The paper in hastily written crayon: DNR

Bo, slumping against the throne and playing dead so the disco ball will leave her alone:

[rokuhoku]

FUCK rewatched star wars and then watched the mandalorian guess whos in love with anothet masked character 😭

[thefrogdalorian]

You know what... I know a lot of us might laugh and joke around that Din Djarin is a himbo, but the main reasons given are the way he always seems confused about the galaxy around him and asks "stupid" questions. See below:

However, Din is constantly shown to be knowledgeable and respectful about other cultures that he encounters throughout the galaxy. He can speak several languages, even if his Jawa is terrible and makes him sound like a Wookiee. Din's instincts are always appropriate for the situation, remember how he diffused the situation with the Tusken raiders:

Plus, he's an incredible pilot and fighter!! He constantly gets himself out of dangerous situations with his skill.

This poor man just asks questions and has himbo allegations when ACTUALLY.... I think having a curious mind is the opposite of himbo behaviour. Himbos might ask questions, but they will not remember the answer.

Din is constantly shown to have a sharp mind. He asks questions because he wants to get to the bottom of everything he encounters, to file that knowledge away for later. I think he's actually incredibly smart and that's why he's such a great fighter. An intellectual tin can.

In conclusion: Din Djarin is not a himbo, not truly. He is beefy and kind but I don't think he is dumb.

But if you still want to call him a himbo, that's fine... he's still a little silly and goofy sometimes ♡

[avenging-fandoms]

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

***some links do not work :( please inbox me if you need help navigating a fic!

SMUT:

Call Him Daddy

All for Me?

Soft Lover

Mando's Kinks

Friends with Benefits on Narcos

Trying for a Baby

Fingered to Tears

Degrading

Fucking Enemies

Cowboy Hat Rule - Agent Whiskey

Obsessed - Javier Pena

The First Time - Din Djarin

My Toy - Din Djarin

Inexperienced - Oberyn Martell

Punished - Joel Miller

FLUFF:

Movies and Edibles

Rain at the beach

Pretty

Stay with Me

New Years

Pretty Boy

Southern Accent

Proud

Accidentally Spotted

Welcome Home

Spanish

Cleaning his Glasses

Admiration

I'm Home!

Wink Wink

I'll Keep You Warm

Bad Day

Physical Touch

Unexpected Christmas Together

Nervous Mistletoe

Costume Change

Sugar Daddy

Drunk in Love

Power's out

Do I Look Pretty? - Dad!Pedro

New Neighbor - Agent Whiskey

Home - Marcus Moreno

Cat's Out of the Bag - Marcus Moreno

Sleepy - Din Djarin

First Kiss - Din Djarin

I Love You - Din Djarin

In This Together - Din Djarin

A Well Needed Hug - Din Djarin

You Can Stay - Javier Pena

Is This Your Shirt? - Javier Pena

Dating - Joel Miller

First Kiss - Joel Miller

Oh Baby - Joel Miller

Oh Baby - Joel Miller - Part 2

Nicknames - All Characters

ANGST:

Lasso - Agent Whiskey

Helping Hand - Din Djarin

Save me - Joel Miller

Memories - Part 1

Memories - Part 2

MISC.:

Husband!Pedro moodboard

Instagram

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[dameronology]

how about what would happen if the star wars boys made you cry 👀

ok i kinda did this in the scenario that you're arguing and they make you cry

characters: din, poe, finn, han, luke & obi-wan

din djarin

he is HORRIFIED the minute tears spring from your eyes

maybe you're fighting, maybe he got stressed and said something in the heat of moment, whatever it is, he's immediately forgotten about what he was mad about and he's by your side, floods of apologies coming from his mouth and gloved hands taking yours

he just kinda pulls you into his chest and holds you for a moment and my GOD he wants the world to swallow him up because he loves you more than anything in the world and he normally hates whoever makes you cry but right now it's him

truth is, you know din and you know that he would never do anything to intentionally hurt you so as far as apologies go, it's one you accept pretty quickly

he's gonna apologise for like a week after that

even if it becomes annoying

poe dameron

poe just sort of freezes and has this "oh fuck" look on his face

"oh god, don't cry. please don't cry. did i make you cry? oh my god. i made you cry."

and then he probably starts crying too

because he always wants to cry when you cry but the fact that he's the one responsible for it? woo boy

he swallows it down though and doesn't let you see because he doesn't want to seem like he's taking away from what he's done

his immediate reaction is to want to hug you, but he waits for a moment to see if you'll let him because he doesn't know if you're gonna swing at him tbh

if you let him, he holds you fucking tight. he doesn't apologise then and there, though, not until things have calmed down - normally a few moments later - that he says sorry and you know it's from the bottom of his heart

he goes out his way over the next few days to make it up to you; flowers, dinner, a romantic trip to a distant planet, but above all, he makes an active effort to never let it happen again

and that's what matters most

finn

honestly finn looks like a kicked puppy

because he tries so hard to never argue with you or get mad EXACTLY FOR THIS REASON and he has failed in his attempts and oh lord he wants to die

he doesn't jump immediately to apologising, mostly because he wants you to say what you need to say and he doesn't want to talk over you

and he listens!! he wants to know what he did and what he said so that it never happens again

then he apologises, and it's always straight to the point but still eloquent and meaningful

finn isn't gonna be the kinda guy who apologises for days (oh, din) or goes out his way to shower you in sorry gifts (ah, poe) because mostly he just wants to move on from it and get back to a good place with you but it's like...not in a way that he forgets about it??

it's more of a thing that he hates things being off with you. like it literally kills him inside. so he encourages you to both move forward and get back to the good stuff.

but he also makes it clear that he has learnt from it

han solo

han literally doesn't know what to do. he can barely handle people crying at the best of times but when a) it's you and b) you're crying because of him?

his immediate reaction is to run, because it's han and he always wants to peg it away from every single issue but his chest hurts at the idea and it hurts even more when he knows he's the bastard that made you cry

he just goes silent and is kinda 🧍‍♂️for a second because his brain is computing but then he realises that he does know what to do when you cry and that's attack the thing that upset you

then he realises that he can't do that and goes "well i can't fucking blast myself, so i don't really know what to do right now" and it's stupid and dumb and oh my god han read the fucking room but at least it breaks the ice a little bit and you smile

because, despite everything and despite han being...well, han, you know he's trying his best and the fact he's even still in front of you is actually something of a miracle

that's your cue to rip into him, by the way, because even if you're crying it is canon that the only way to get han solo to listen to you is to tear him a new one (or three) so he will stand there and take the bollocking

after that, he apologises. han isn't good with words so it's a little bit spacey and awkward but the intent is there

but he also makes it abundantly clear that he never means to hurt you and you know, from the bottom of his heart, that he means it

luke skywalker

luke literally stops in his tracks and he's holding you immediately and going "i didn't mean that, i really didn't mean that, please don't hate me"

literally his entire facade his gone - the stubbornness, whatever he's arguing about - just disappears and he realises immediately that none of it is worth making you cry

so the man is literally holding you before your tears even start and he's already apologising over and over

he does want to listen to you though and hear what you have to say, so he's all ears

tbh, it's hard to stay angry at luke for long because you know he's completely pure intentioned and good hearted but you can absolutely opt to give him the silent treatment or take space for as long as you need and he will let you do it

after that, he buys you flowers and will make it up to you in every way he knows how

obi-wan kenobi

out of everyone on the list, obi-wan is the one who is the most shooketh to his core when he realises that he's made you cry

because he's so chivalrous and loving and might as well live to serve you so the idea that he's hurt you is quite possibly his greatest fear come true

his immediate reaction is to give you space. he'll apologise first and let you know that he's ready to talk whenever you are, simply because he doesn't want to overstep or push you to make up until you're ready

but as soon as you are, he's all ears and listening to everything you have to say

again - and i feel like i'm saying this for every character here lol - you know that he'd never hurt you intentionally and although that's the main, the proof is in the pudding when he actively listens to you and makes an effort to avoid it happening again

[jomiddlemarch]

wishes redux

You’d had to teach Din about wishes. 

“It isn’t necessary.”

“It is not The Way.”

“The moment must suffice.”

He found it easier to gratify yours than to come up with any of his own.

“Your happiness is mine.”

He told you every wish he might have had was now fulfilled.

“Come the beloved, the thirst is quenched.”

He admitted he was scared. To desire again and to go without. To find he wanted to remove the helmet and be overwhelmed by the sunlight.

“If it cannot come true—”

You had to tell him you’d still be there. Always.

[decembermidnight]

Who do you belong to?

Summary: You go to the healing baths to massage Mando's hot body with oil. After that, in the hot springs, he makes sure that everyone understands you only belong to him.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ mdni, body worship, teasing, unprotected sex, switching (dom!din, sub!reader, sub!din, dom!reader), titjob, exhibitionism, public sex, possessive!din, creampie, facial, praise kink, degradation kink, brief and vague mentions of sex work

A/N: This oneshot is based on a dream I had. This is also the first time I'm writing sub!din and I absolutely loved it and uhm what can I say except you'll see more in the future? As always, I hope you enjoy it. Comments and reblogs are appreciated. Divider: @saradika-graphics

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The Mandalorian's whole body hurts like hell after his last excruciating hunt. You want to give him a well-deserved massage to let him know how much you appreciate what he does, to help him relax and alleviate his pain, but you don’t want to do that in the cold, dark hull of his ship, so you decide to go to the most renowned healing baths of the outer rim - a place that has private massage rooms and restorative hot springs, even if most of its regulars go there for the brothel.

When you’re discreetly asked if you would like some company for the night, he is quick to turn down the offer. 

"I already have" he then whispers in your ear, hugging you from behind and lowering the hem of your dress to expose your nipple "my whore." his voice is calm and husky as he starts to delicately circle your nipple with his gloved finger right there in the mess of the busy hall, crowded by unaware customers and workers waiting to be chosen for the night. You let out an aroused sigh and lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder as you feel your cunt already throbbing with need.

His hand won’t leave your waist as you walk towards your private room for the night, and when you finally get there, you can only catch a glimpse of what it looks like - dimly lit by candles, a big and comfortable massage bed in the centre - before he locks the door and pins you against the wall, closing your eyes with his hand. You hear the metallic thud of the beskar helmet falling on the floor and immediately feel his lips on yours as your fingers start running through his messy hair.

His mouth is greedy and lustful and the way he desires your lips drives you wild, making you hold him tighter, craving for more. You kiss each other in a longing, warm and passionate way. He sticks his tongue in your mouth and you can’t help letting out a moan when you feel it finally meeting with yours.

"What a dirty girl. You like letting me take out your tits in front of everyone, don’t you?" he growls in between hungry kisses.

"Fuck, yes, I do." you’re a panting mess already, incredibly turned on just by the way he’s kissing you.

"Do you like being looked at while I touch you, knowing that you're only mine?" he softly whispers against your lips, barely audible as he gently squeezes your throat.

"Yes, Mando. Let them see what they will never have. Show them who I fucking belong to." you cup his face in your hands and bite his bottom lip fiercely.

He goes crazy at that, and pushes you against the wall even further with his body, his beskar armour against your skin, his erection on your lower belly. You moan again in his mouth and grip tight to his biceps as his kisses make you tremble out of lust.

“I want you. Want you so bad.” you whisper on his lips, as he keeps kissing your mouth lovingly.

“Not so fast” he smirks as he turns you around, pinning you once again against the wall, beskar pressed against your back.

You let out an aroused sigh and keep your eyes shut as you feel his hot breath on your neck and his hands gently caressing your body, worshipping your feminine curves. He covers your neck in sweet kisses as his moustache softly tickles you - the feeling gives you a thrill and you arch your back in response, wanting to feel even more of him, humping his erection with your ass and letting out a gasp. He bites your neck to muffle his moan as his hands strongly squeeze your breasts. With a thrust of his hips, he pushes your body even further against the wall and goes on kissing you, following the curve of your shoulder, playing with the straps of your dress between his fingers, making you quiver at the contact of his lips with your skin. 

His hands trail down to your hips and under your dress to take off your drenched panties. You kick out of them and immediately feel his gloved hand cupping your mound, his finger teasing your slit, making you moan in anticipation. He hums in your ear and softly bites your lobe when he feels how wet you are.

"Please-" you whisper in a breathy moan.

You feel him kneeling behind you and you arch your back, spreading your legs and sticking your ass out so that he'll want to bury his face in your folds. His hands start to caress your thighs as he admires the view of your glistening pussy from under your skirt. He gets close, so close to your core, you can feel his breath between your legs.

"Could eat you all night like this." he whispers against your clit, just before giving it a quick lick that makes your whole body shake in anticipation.

"Too bad it won't be tonight." he chuckles sadistically as you hear him putting his helmet back on.

“M-Mando! You can’t-” you try to argue with him, but he’s quick to turn you around and to lean an arm on the wall behind you, towering over you, lifting your chin with his free hand. You’re face to face with his visor now, and you quit complaining, speechless and aroused as he stands so menacingly in front of you and grabs your throat.

“Shut up. And strip me.” he orders with his firm voice.

His pose, his voice, his order make your knees weak and you’re suddenly so grateful for the wall behind you.

He stays completely still as you go on removing layer after layer of beskar and clothing from his body, taking all the time in the world, letting him simmer as you look at him with lustful eyes, slowly discovering the hot, tanned, muscular frame always concealed underneath the Mandalorian armour. You are so reverentially careful, wanting to gently touch his hot skin at every chance given, feeling his gaze from under the visor following the movement of your fingers on his muscles and the adoring way you look at him.

“Go lay down on the bed. Let me take care of you now.” you let a finger slide on his abdomen and stop right at his dark curls, ignoring his painfully hard cock twitching at how sweet and inviting your voice sounds. He obeys you, going to lay down on his stomach on the massage bed.

You grab an oil bottle from the stand right next to the bed, let a few drops coat your hands and start massaging his shoulders. The muscles are tense, you feel the knots under your loving touch. You hope to alleviate the pressure of the guns and armour he’s always carrying, carefully kneading one of your favourite parts of his gorgeous body. He sinks into the massage bed, completely abandoning himself to you, letting you take care of him and his needs, letting his guard down, trusting you. You slide your thumbs up, towards his neck, concentrating on his nape, hoping it will be a relief from always wearing the heavy beskar helmet.

You keep massaging him, sliding down slowly and softly towards his back. His tan skin is smooth and hot to the touch, and you can see and feel all the small dips formed by his muscles, which you diligently follow with your fingers, wanting to memorise every single one of them, and the scars that he has gained over the years, and you can’t help but think of how many enemies he has defeated in battle, how strong he is, how nothing bad could happen to you while you’re with him. His muscles are so tense and you take your time kneading them, releasing his knots, hoping that it will help him relax and feel less pain. He hums under your touch, enjoying it. 

“Feels so good.” he whispers, barely audible. He loves to feel your hands touching his body. “Will you also massage the front of my body, sweet girl?” he asks.

“Of course." you purr on his shoulder blade, planting a kiss there, making him shudder as you trace your fingers down his spine. "Turn around for me."

When he does, you let out in an exhale all the air in your lungs at the sight of that gorgeous body of his - thick and strong, the outline of his muscles peeks from under his golden, tan skin and is accentuated by the warm, dim light of the candles scattered around the room. There is a slight taper at his waist, making his shoulders the broadest part of his body, and when your eyes trail down, you notice his cock is rock hard for you, its tip deliciously glistening in precum. 

Just as you’re speechless looking at him - every time it’s like the first time, you won’t ever get used to how stunning he is - he folds his arms behind his head. He knows you love it when he does it - this position makes his muscles look even bigger.

"Why don't you start from my arms and shoulders? They've been killing me lately." he teases.

You know he's doing this on purpose, smirking under that damn helmet for sure, feeling how aroused you are at the sight of that devastatingly gorgeous masculine body.

You feel your clit pulsing right under your dress at his teasing, so you close your legs to try and alleviate the pressure so that you can focus on your task.

You start massaging his arms, accurately touching his biceps, oiling them, following the curve of his triceps until his elbow, running your fingers on him as he flexes his muscles on purpose, to make you feel how hard and strong they are, humming under your touch for the sole purpose of teasing you, to drive you crazy, to make you desperate begging for his cock. The look on your face must be of pure lust as you admire the wonder of him, knowing all of that it's only for your eyes to see and for you to touch. You squeeze his arms hard, groping his muscles with longing hands and close your eyes as you feel your pussy clenching in desperate need of attention.

"Is there something you want to ask me, pretty girl?" he taunts you as he sees how hard you're trying to contain yourself.

One of his hands travels to your knee, then up to your thigh, your legs spread for him until he reaches your slit, dripping wet.

“Take your dress off and sit on me.” he orders as he draws circles on your clit with his finger, making you moan loudly as your pussy produces the filthiest wet sounds. He takes his hand away, cleaning it by spreading your slick all over his erection, lazily and mercilessly stroking his cock in front of your eyes.

"Tell me to stop, or I won't." his voice is firm and authoritative, and you feel a blaze traversing your body, making your cunt ache with need.

The sight of him completely naked, giving himself pleasure with your very same arousal in front of you makes your blood boil.

"S-stop. Stop touching yourself." you say shyly as you slowly take off your dress, freeing your breasts and stepping out of it. 

"You don't sound very convincing. Seems like you enjoy watching me do it. Try again." he goads you, gripping his cock even tighter watching your exposed breasts.

Something inside of you snaps. If he wants you to give him orders, you will give him orders.

"I said" you go sit on his lap, straddling him. 

"Stop." you take the hand stroking his cock into yours. 

"Touching." you bring his hand up over his head, your body now is skin to skin against his. 

"Yourself." you look at him straight into the visor of his helmet, a flame burning in your eyes.

He growls under the helmet as your sudden power surge makes his cock throb under you.

"Fuck. You're so hot when you give me orders. Greedy whore. You want to be the only one touching this cock, don't you?"

You purposefully grind your pussy against his erection as you put his hand behind his head, same position as earlier.

"Fuck yes. I own it. It's mine. You're mine." you keep sliding your drenched cunt on its length, making him grunt. You cup his helmet in your hands, close your eyes and lift it enough just to kiss him on the lips. His lips part for you and you slide your tongue in. His mouth is welcoming, warm and passionate and it’s devastating how much he desires you, wanting more and more of you. You rub your body on his, making obscene sounds in his mouth. He swallows them greedily, humming under you. He sticks his tongue in your mouth, so heavily aroused by how authoritative you are in this moment, both with your words and your gestures, wanting to make you understand how much he's enjoying it. No one had ever lifted his helmet before and that little thrill of fear he felt when you did it, makes him even more feral for you.

You try to keep your cool, feeling his cock deliciously rubbing against your clit, so close to where you desperately want him. The mere rubbing gets you close to your orgasm so embarrassingly early, but you don't want to come just yet, not now that you're just getting started. You want it to be a pleasurable torment and tease him until he’s begging you.

You take a deep breath and bite his bottom lip, humming and lowering his helmet back on. After that, you reach for the oil and let a few drops fall on his chest and start massaging him, his firm pectoral muscles twitching under your touch, his erection softly brushing against your swollen core.

You can’t help thinking about how good it will feel to ride him just like that, but you want to torture him a bit more.

Later.

Later you'll ride him.

You slide your hands on his sides and see his abs contracting, showing you how deliciously in shape his body is. Your fingers can't stop touching his body and groping his muscles, exploring the soft dimples of his abdomen and feeling them twitching under the skin.

Your fingers slowly start to tease his lower belly, tracing that tempting v shape that goes on dying in his dark curls, making it glisten under the dim light in the most tempting way. You follow it with your oiled fingers and feel him tremble, ticklish and aroused at the same time, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier by the second, knowing your hands are so close to his erection.

"Why d-don't you go lower?" he asks. It sounds more like a beg than an order.

"Not so fast" you mock him as you trail your fingers desperately close to his erection without ever brushing it, making him grunt and throb under you. He wants you so much, he gives a thrust of his hips and you both moan at the same time.

"Patience, Mando." you tease him as you slide your body down between his legs to massage his muscular thighs. He goes crazy when he sees your mouth and your breasts so close, so damn close to his throbbing cock. You give him a long, excruciatingly thorough massage to his thighs, planting kisses on them until you get so close to his dick, but you won't touch it just yet. You feel his frustration grow stronger, and feel pleased with yourself at how much you're making him falter.

When you decide you made him suffer enough, you grab the oil again and let a few drops fall on his erection, his body marvellously answering by desperately twitching at that light stimulation. You spread the oil with your finger on his length, barely brushing it, just to tease him a little bit more and give him a taste of his own medicine for once.

"How does that feel?" you ask in a low voice, your lustful gaze steady on the dark visor.

He chokes a grunt when you wrap your thumb and index finger around his cock, stroking it painfully slow.

"D-damn, mesh'la. F-feels so, so fucking g-good"

All of his muscles go rigid as you wrap both of your hands around his throbbing dick, one on top of the other, and when you start slowly stroking it, he lets out a desperate groan.

"Do not move, or I'll stop. You look so fucking good like this. Oiled, naked and throbbing for me."

"M-mesh'la" his voice is begging you to pick up the pace, but he's enjoying this torture at the same time.

You have some fun with it, feeling so powerful and sadistic hearing the whining sounds he's making as you're touching him like this, seeing his chest moving, his abs contracting, imagining how desperate he'd look under the helmet.

"Do you want more?"

"Ngh- P-please" he pleads in a breathy voice.

That's when you start fucking him with your breasts. His cock is so oiled, it slips perfectly between your boobs as you look at him while licking your lips. They're so soft and tempting as you squeeze them in your hands, massaging his needy, throbbing dick. He groans desperately, muttering filth in his native language at the sight and the feeling. You make sure to give him the best view you could possibly offer - his cock slipping between your breasts as you never interrupt eye contact. You're starting to enjoy the control you have over him, feeling so powerful and seeing him so yielding and willing to let you have your fun at his expense.

You tease him for a bit like this, and then you go back straddling him. Your cunt is throbbing and needy and dripping wet as one of your hands is back slowly stroking his cock right in front of it.

He puts his hands on your hips, and one of his thumbs starts rubbing your clit, sending you to heaven. You keep touching each other, never breaking eye contact.

"Was I a - oh, fuck - Was I a good girl, Mando?"

"Y-yes. Yes, you're such a good girl." 

"Do I deserve your cock?"

"You do, fuck. You do."

"I want to ride you. Please. Let me ride your cock. I can't take it anymore. I need it." you whimper as you rock your hips and position his oiled cock in front of your entrance, making him feel how wet for him you are.

He hums in pleasure when you do so.

"Fuck. Do it. Ride me like it's my last night alive." he orders you in a gasp.

"Oh, I fucking will." You take in his cock and it slides perfectly inside of you, slow, smooth and you both let out a long, loud groan of pleasure that empties your lungs.

Being so full of him makes you speechless. His grip on your hips tightens as you start to move, riding him. You roll your head back as your hands rest on his chest and slowly trail towards his sides. You rarely ever see him from this perspective, you being in control of the rhythm of the thrusts and looking at his naked body under yours. You know his dominance is just dormant, he's letting you have a little bit of fun before it crawls out again, making you remember who is actually in charge - him. He loves to see you being in control right now, seeing how you handle him, the many ways you find to tease him, driving him insane. The thought of dominating such a menacing, dangerous man makes you afire with lust. Maker, you’re enjoying it so much that you dig your nails into his hips, scratching him, making him hiss, blending pleasure and pain in such a perfect way. His hips rock against yours, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you, making you gasp, leaving you breathless.

He grabs the oil bottle and pours some of it on your breasts, looking at the way the viscous fluid drips from your nipples to your belly. He then starts to massage them, groping and squeezing them in his hands as he starts to violently thrust into you, heavily aroused at the sight of your oiled, glistening body.

He lets out groans of pleasure and you can see his core tightening, the veins above his cock getting more pronounced. Seeing the shape of his abs sends a hot spark to your core and you put your hands on his, so as to squeeze your boobs even harder, and keep riding him in fluid motions rolling your hips.

"Oh, fuck, you've never been hotter than this. Riding my dick like a princess warrior, taming me like I'm a wild animal, all while looking so hot. I want to stick it so deep inside of you. I want to come inside of you so hard. Fucking hell, tell me you want it. Tell me you want all my cum in that beautiful cunt." he says in an adoring voice.

Your body is shaking as it's getting dangerously close to your orgasm. "I want it. Please come inside me. Please go on. Don't stop, Mando. Oh, please make me come. I'm so, so close." you beg him.

"Damn, I can feel it getting tighter. So hot and wet for me, pretty girl. You're mine. My little whore. Gonna make you come so hard and then I'll fill you. Come. Come riding my cock, mesh’la."

You keep riding him, a few more thrusts and you come just like that, pleasure slowly building up until you reach your climax, your head rolling back and your mouth letting out the most filthy, nasty, loud groans of pleasure, as your hands grip his even tighter on your breasts, sustaining you. Everything turns black and only the overwhelming feeling of your orgasm exists in your world. You hear his voice, muffled and far away as you are absorbed by your own devastating pleasure, as it goes on muttering filth about how beautiful you look when you come riding his cock and how he has to restrain himself from bursting inside of you in this very moment because he wants to keep fucking your hot pussy.

After you ride out your orgasm and come back to your senses, you feel so worn out. You're panting, but you don’t stop riding him. He is so pleased to see that, and you also know he’s close too.

"I saw a hot spring before coming here. Did you see that?" you drawl, still panting.

"I-I did."

"I want you to fuck me there, in front of everyone. I know you want it too."

He grunts as he picks up the pace, aroused beyond limit at the mere thought.

"Let them see how good you fuck me, in a way they could never."

"F-fuck - Pretty girl - s-stop saying those things or I'm not gonna last-"

"Show them. Show them who I fucking belong to." you scratch his chest with your nails in your animalistic frenzy.

He snarls, wrapping his strong arms around your body, lowering your body on his and his pace picks up even more, making you roll your eyes and scream, your oiled bodies rubbing against each other, creating the most obscene sounds.

"Oh, you want to be fucked like this? In front of everyone? Remind them how they could never make you scream like I do? How they could never make you feel this good? How if they ever dare to touch you I'm gonna kill them with my bare hands?"

"Fuck, yes! Yes! Yes!" you scream in his chest, holding tight to his biceps, completely subjugated by the way he's handling you.

"What a fucking whore you are. I'll fuck you in front of everyone and remind them you're fucking mine." he grabs your butt, digging his fingers hard into the soft flesh and starts railing you violently, leaving you breathless. You just helplessly grab his oiled biceps harder, screaming loudly in his chest, your eyes completely rolled back. He's pulling another orgasm from you, and somehow it's even harder and more intense than the first one. Your pussy gets even tighter and starts uncontrollably spasming and you feel every single ridge and vein of his dick as he thrusts into you with a devastating force.

He's overwhelmed by the even tighter feeling, and he screams when he finally comes inside of you, cursing at how tight you are, how good it feels to have his dick in your grasp, how he can't ever get enough of you...

As you both ride out your orgasms, you just lay there, panting into his chest as he's still inside of you and caresses your back, completely exhausted, until both of your breathing goes back to normal, whispering tender words to each other as you enjoy the contact of your naked bodies.

The hot springs are the second main attraction of the healing baths, and for a good reason.

The water is naturally hot due to the volcanic nature of Nevarro and the luxurious room is dimly lit by candles, making the atmosphere suggestive and intimate. The walls are decorated with mirrors all over the surface to guarantee the best visual on everything that happens there. Some of the people present there are indulging in sexual behaviours, while others are just watching.

You two are too focused on each other to even think of paying attention to others. The sight of the Mandalorian’s gorgeous body only covered by a towel on his hips drives you wild and makes you ravenous with lust, and you know by the way he's tilting the helmet that he feels the same way. You undress each other slowly, letting your towels drop to the floor. You can see his cock is slowly getting hard once again at the sight of your oiled body, now bare in front of everyone.

He takes you by the hand as you climb the stairs down to get into the water and sit.

You go behind him and start massaging his back, cleaning his skin from the oil you used before, brushing him with your breasts as you go on massaging his shoulders, making him feel worshipped by your touch and adoring eyes. You cover his neck in kisses as you caress his strong arms.

Mando's visor does not abandon the mirror that reflects the both of you for one second, wanting to look at the way you take care of him so lovingly.

You move in front of him and start washing his chest, when he grabs your hand and puts it on his rock hard erection. You grin satisfied when you feel he's hard for you again and he starts touching one of your breasts, still oiled, making your nipple hard by circling it with his thumb.

He turns you around and starts trailing his hands all over your body, making you look at the image reflected in the mirror.

“Do you see how beautiful you are?” he whispers as he gropes your breasts, squeezing them in his strong hands. You lean into his touch, resting your head on his shoulder, looking at your barely visible figure lit by the candles of the thermal spring.

"All these men are looking at you, you know that?" he whispers in your ear. "How does that make you feel?"

The truth is you don’t feel uneasy, in fact it's quite the opposite, you feel beautiful and protected, but most of all, you feel powerful. Powerful in a unique, feminine way. You’re a goddess worshipped and loved by the most frightening warrior of the parsec. Nothing bad can happen to you while his hands softly caress your curves and he whispers the sweetest, dirtiest words into your ear. You really do feel beautiful, the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

His hands start descending towards your abdomen and then lower, caressing your folds, indulging on your outer lips, slowly teasing you and exploring your beautiful cunt as his visor is locked on you.

"Who do you belong to?" he whispers as one of his hands touches your clit and the other one circles one of your nipples.

"You." there's no hesitation in your voice.

"Good girl." he stands up, bringing you with him, then takes his cock in his hand and slowly slides it inside of you. Air leaves your lungs completely as you let out a moan that makes quite a few heads turn.

"Yes. Let them know. Let them look at you." he encourages you to abandon yourself completely.

He lifts your leg with his arm, spreading your cunt open to show everyone the way his thick cock slips inside of you with every thrust.

"You're by far the best whore out here. Stars, can't ever imagine fucking a more perfect cunt. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you. Let them know you're only mine. They can hear and look at you as much as they want, but only I can touch your body and fuck your wet cunt. You belong to me. If anybody ever touches you, I'm going to fucking kill them." he does not only want to assert his dominance over you, he also wants you to enjoy it, to make you feel protected as he fucks you while you just have to take his cock and not worry about anything else.

"No one could ever make me feel this good, Mando." you let out in a shaky, breathy voice.

"Yes, cyar'ika, like this." he wraps his hand around your neck.

At first his thrusts are painfully, deliciously slow and you can't help resting your head on his shoulder, moaning close to his ear. He slowly picks up the pace until he's pounding you hard, making a lot of sloshing sounds in the water, making you scream, making everyone look at you two.

"Fucking look at her. Look at that perfect cunt. Hear her scream. Hear how fucking good I'm fucking her. She's fucking mine. Mine. Only mine." he snarls at all the men there who have been looking at you the whole time, thinking they might own you.

"Mando - oh, f-fuck - s-stop saying those things-" you whisper, pretending to be shy, but loving being treated like his whore, your body completely exposed to all the other people in there, feeling their envy eyes on you both.

"I will say whatever the fuck I want about you. Because I fucking own you. Did you hear that?! I fucking own her." he growls like a vicious animal while grabbing your throat even tighter.

And when you thought you couldn't get any more aroused, he starts to rub your clit. You lose it completely and let out desperate, loud groans.

"Want to come like this? In front of everyone? Let them know how much of a slut you are?"

"Yes!" you plead in a desperate, loud cry.

"Then come. Come for me. Scream my name and let everyone know who is making you come so hard."

You do. You scream the only name you know of him in a loud cry, as your cunt desperately clenches around his throbbing erection.

"Yes. Yes. Like this. Come on my cock. Stars, you're so beautiful, ner cyar'ika."

Your screams echo in the thermal bath as you feel the eyes of every single person on you two. He never stops looking at your face as you come, entranced by how stunning you look when he takes you to the highest pleasure, in a state of pure ecstasy. He feels your muscles clenching around his cock, your swollen clit under his fingers and your yielding body leaning on his. The sounds you make are the most beautiful and heady he's ever heard, he's addicted to how sweet your voice sounds when you moan his name in the ecstatic trance of your orgasm.

After you come back from your high, you lean on one side of the bath, panting, bent in half as he keeps thrusting into you from behind.

"I want to come all over your pretty face and I want you to eat it all. Show them who you belong to." he keeps thrusting into you as he grips your hair.

“Do it. Come on my face.” you pant, completely exhausted.

He gets feral when he hears that, and in an instant he takes his cock out and turns you around, stroking it with his hand.

“Give this filthy whore what she deserves.” you smirk at him.

He grunts as he hears you saying that, stroking his cock even harder.

"Open your mouth for me, mesh'la." You do, and you also stick out your tongue. You look at him stroking his soaking wet dick in front of your face. You close your eyes as you feel his hot release painting your face, hearing him groan loudly.

When he's done coming, you take his cock into your mouth and suck it clean, earning a grunt from him.

You pass your finger on your face and bring all his cum to your mouth, savouring it for his pleasure.

"What an obedient little whore you are." 

"Your whore, Mando." you smile at him as you swallow his seed.

[kalevalakryze]

Me, when I get 3 chapters released in a story I created four hours ago.

I just can’t express how happy I am with how this is coming along and all the amazing ideas I have for it.