#dieter bravo headcanon

[write-and-buried]

How Dieter Jerks Off

(I fucking warned you all, I'm high on cold and flu meds.)

He's gentle. Surprisingly so, given the "head first ask questions later" approach he takes to the rest of his life. Mystery pill? We'll find out what it is when I take it - do you want to? Yes he does. Always yes, consequences to new adventures with a grin and a tug on his hair.

It's not like you catch him. It's not like he cares, laying spread across the California King on expensive sheets in the afternoon. You were working, other side of the house and he didn't hear you come to the door of the bedroom.

He's so gentle with himself, legs spread and feet planted, giving access to the skin lightly dusted with hair. There's a joint smouldering in the ashtray, the room smells heavy and sweet. His tablet is playing something you can't see, a headphone dangling from one ear (a purchase at your insistence when porn blared loud enough to interrupt a work call) as he strokes gentle fingers across his belly.

Idly, you wonder what he's watching. His tastes change like the weather, from soft sensual scenes to rough femdom to cartoon anime monsters, planets on an unsteady rhythm. You don't care, he orbits around you.

He's swollen well past the point you would have let him get to, flushed almost angry purple as you watch his fingers twitch, admire his restraint as he does nothing more than free himself, let the heavy weight rest on the curve of his belly, his fist clenching at his side.

There's nobody for him to beg. The sweet whimpers that fall from his mouth aren't for show, he's doing this to himself, killing an afternoon by drawing out his own pleasure to a razor point. You've watched how rough he can be, the way he fists your hair and pulls your face back, spitting in his own palm to jerk his load into your waiting mouth.

This is different, him trailing a blunted nail down the thick vein on the underside, gripping himself at the base as though he's testing his own weight, distracted by whatever is on the screen.

You watch, the gentle rhythmic squeezes of his hand as precum gathers and falls in sparkling sticky drips onto his belly, his hips twitching as he tries to fuck the pressure that isn't there.

He takes shaky long breaths, forcing his hand away as he settles, one arm behind his head, the other dragging through the mess he's making. You see him tug at his own hair, those plush lips parting as he tastes himself, the low groan as he squeezes his eyes shut, the jerk of his cock as he sucks his own fingers.

You want to call him a good boy. You want to watch his skin shiver with it.

Instead you watch as he repeats the pattern, a perpetual motion as he licks the precum from his fingers, the low rumble as he produces more, feeding himself until his hand is slick, the head of his cock shiny and wet as it dribbles a seemingly endless stream.

You watch as he cradles himself, cupping his balls in a meaty palm, the way his brow creases as you watch his hand travel up his impressive length.

He's still denying himself the pressure he's craving. His hips are shaking now, thrusting into open air as his fingers shake with the effort. You wonder what he's waiting for, where his control will finally snap, if ever, or if he's simply working himself into a frenzy for no reason, denying himself for the simple act of doing so.

"Fuck"

He groans low and heavy when he finally wraps a fist around himself, still looser than you ever have, just enough to give his twitching hips something to rut against, his toes curling into the sheets as his stomach tenses, his breath now shivering and fast.

You watch as precum dribbles down over his knuckles, his length and hand now shining and slick as you hear the sounds of him slowly fucking a loose fist. The wet squelch as his forearm shakes. You watch him tug harder at his hair, his teeth piercing his bottom lip.

He doesn't move his arm, doesn't tighten his grip as he shutters his streaming cock through his fist, little whimpers escaping his throat as you watch his head tilt back, expose the corded muscle of his neck, the flush of his bare chest as his eyes close, the screen forgotten in the hazy fog of pleasure he's created for himself.

He wants to beg. You can tell, the little whimpers and strain on his brow. But there's nobody, he's denying himself, playing the game of how much he can take from his own hand. He plays it with you all the time, burying his face between your legs until you're sobbing, until he's come twice from fucking the sheets and his face is coated in your slick.

Another release, a smack of the hand on the bedspread as you watch his cock twitch angrily in response, drooling and leaking as he holds a deep breath, waits until the angry throbbing has subsided to a dull twitch before he starts again.

Over and over, he brings himself to an edge you can't see, marked only by the deepening flush of his cock, the way his balls draw tight to his body, the fullness of them as he releases again. He's licking the precum off his hand now, snuffling against his own palm as he sucks the fluid from the webbing of his fingers. You wonder how long he can keep this up.

It's another tug on his hair before he releases the arm from behind his head, trailing a palm down his chest, stopping to scrape a nail across his nipple, smearing more on his chest as he fucks into a loose fist.

You watch as he presses, pushes his fingers back to circle his own rim, as slick as the rest of him. The groan of relief could shake the foundations, his fingers tightening around his length.

He moves in tandem now, pressing and pulling as you watch his rhythm increase, the squeeze of his hand imitating what must be the clutch of your cunt, your throat, your ass, his knuckles white as he tightens his grip, whimpers and groans now constant as he fucks himself mercilessly, his skin flushing blotchy as he grunts like an animal.

You watch as he draws tighter, scrunching in on himself as his movements become jerkier, erratic as he shutters his hand brutally now, a blur as he fucks himself hard, the same merciless way he takes you.

"Ah fuck yes, yes yes"

He's there with a whimper, a soft low moan as you watch, his hand stilling at the base of his cock, pointing on his own chest. He comes hard.

Thick ropes of white paint his chest, forceful enough to land on his cheek, his swollen bottom lip, streaking the curve of his belly as he groans in tandem, his fingers still pressing against his fluttering rim, drawing it out longer, each low pulse accompanied by a sharp breath, a groan.

You watch as he pulls his hands away, running one through his hair as his body relaxes, his legs flopping to the side as a lazy grin crosses his face.

You watch as he licks his own cum from his lips, drags it to his mouth from his cheek with a satisfied hum. He takes the earbud out a moment later, this private little ritual complete.

"Enjoy the show?" He asks, eyes finding yours as he grins.

[absurdthirst]

Idk if you’ve done this before (you can ignore this if you have) but how would each of the Pedro guys react if you told them you were pregnant?

**So I have done the pregnancy HC before, but that was when there were few boys, so lets add on to it.....

When They Find Out You’re Pregnant:

Javier: Shocked. No clue why because it wasn’t like either one of you were exactly practicing safe sex. Condoms were hardly ever used and you weren’t on birth control. He’s going to internally panic for a bit, disappearing into his work. He won’t disappear on you, he will drag into the apartment after you are asleep and get up before you do. Eventually coming to terms with the fact that he needs to be a better man and he comes home to tell you that he is all in.

Ezra: Worried. The life of a prospector and a floater is not the kind of life he wants for his child. He won’t articulate those worries, instead sleeping less and thinking long into the night while he has his hand on your womb. When he starts to form a plan for a life you can have that doesn’t include the danger of your current lives, he will wake you up, regardless of the hour to start excitedly laying out the plan.

Mando: Stoic. You can’t tell from the impassive view of his visor what he is thinking. Until the Crest goes dark and suddenly you hear his helmet thunk on the grated floor. Passionate lips overwhelm yours as he tries to show you what he is feeling. After he kisses you breathlessly, he will finally speak. “We will raise warriors cyar’ika. Marry me.”

Catfish: He is shocked and excited. He already has a child that he loves beyond comprehension. Never thinking he would have another kid after the divorce, so when you tell him that you are pregnant, he’s just in awe. Scoops you up into his arms and kisses you.

Tovar: A satisfied glint is in that grumpy Spaniards eyes. He was expecting it, never having bothered to pull away when he finally cums. “Good hermosa.” He tugs you into his arms and his large, war calloused hand cups your stomach possessively. “Maybe those bastards will stop sniffing around your skirts when they think I am not looking.”

Whiskey: Panicked. Nothing to do with you. But the damned fear of losing a second family terrifies him like nothing Statesman could ever throw at him. He’s going to need a bit. He’s really quiet and leaves for a mission. Until he realizes how it looks to you. That you might think that he doesn’t want you or that baby. Then you can expect his broken explanation as he begs you for forgiveness and to give an old fool another change at happiness. With you and the baby.

Max Phillips: ????????????? Lucy, you got some ‘splaining to do!(although once he finds out it is his….this frat boy vamp will be nervous as fuck. Will it be like him? Will it be like you? Will it be like some kind of mixed best of both worlds? And GOD FORBID you have a little girl. He will be beside himself. You have to tell him not to eat the little boy in her class that kissed her on the playground.)

Marcus Pike: Crying. Tears of fucking joy after making sure that this is what you want. He will be on cloud nine. You are carrying his baby and he just doesn’t know if he could possibly love you more than right now. There were times that he didn’t know if it was going to happen for him, love and a family. And you’ve just given him the world. 100% alllllll in.

Oberyn: Celebrates with you in the most obvious way. By taking you to bed of course. After exhausting you with pleasure, he will stroke your stomach and tell you how much he will love watching you expand with his child. Does admit that he would prefer that you refrain from your more…..risqué endeavors while you are carrying, for the health of the babe. Rest assured your prince with treat you like a queen.

Dave York: Proud. Extremely proud. He might not be what some would consider a good man, but he loves his children. He’s good with them. When Alice and Molly were little, he would change diapers and get up at 2am feedings with no complaint. Now he has a chance to do this again and he’s thrilled. You can tell from the way that he starts planning. He’s a planner, so immediately he starts getting things ready for the baby. As soon as he is done spreading you out and gently making you cum. 

Max Lord: Overwhelmed....He already cannot give Alistair the life he wants for his young son. Cannot give him everything that his heart desires and it tears him up. His eyes are wide, almost devastated and he feels the extra weight of another’s happiness heaping down on his shoulders. He gives you a small smile and immediately puts on the charm that he uses to convince people to invest in his company and tells you that it is wonderful. Kissing you soundly and convincing you that it is the best news, even if he is falling apart on the inside. 

Marcus Moreno: Slightly shocked. He’s thought his days of being a father to a baby were long over. His eyes are wide behind his glasses and he’s speechless for just a moment before joy takes over. Lunging forward and kissing you quickly, reassuring you that he is happy about the news. Wanting to know how you feel about it and how you feel. Missy is going to be surprised, but also happy. She’s always wanted a sibling and now she gets one. 

Zach Wellison: Panicked. Like glazed eyes, heavy breathing panicked. He’s still not completely adapted to the idea that he’s not longer on the streets and he has a job that supports him. That he has a home to sleep under a roof every day. All the things that support that a baby would need immediately flashes through his mind. Only you wrapping your arms around him will bring him back to reality and he immediately hugs you close, promise you that he will take care of you and the little bean. 

Javi G: Ecstatic. Overjoyed and tears spring up to his eyes. He is blubbering like a baby and he isn't ashamed of it. He loves the idea of you carrying his baby, basically blubbering about how much he loves you and how much he already loves his baby. He will be nothing like his father, your baby will know how much they are loved. His hands are all over your stomach, caressing the area where his child is safely nestled. 

Dieter Bravo: He’s high as a fucking kite when you tell him, but then again, when isn’t he? He frowns at you in confusion and looks down at your stomach for a second before looking at your face again. “How?” He asks stupidly, as if constantly asking you to have sex with him wouldn’t result in a pregnancy. 

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Hey, hello sweet Cee ❤️ Congrats again on your milestone!! For your sleepover, I would absolutely love to hear some headcanons for Consent Dieter.

What does he consider his ideal date? Would he rather stay in, be wined and dined somewhere private & fancy, or are other activities in the mix? And how does his idea of a perfect date change once he's been with our dear reader girl?

All my love & appreciation is attached to this ask, thank you bby 😚

Hayley! Are you seriously coming in here and asking me about my main man and his Sweetheart? Thank you and I love you ❤️

Consent HC: Dieter's ideal date

So before Sweetheart entered the picture, Dieter was a serial dater. Most of the girls he was with wanted to get papped, so they would always pick the hottest new openings in town for date night. Dieter didn't really care where they went as long as he got his alcohol and good food.

Everything changed with Sweetheart. When they were "not together", they used to order Deliveroo to Dieter's hotel room, so he likes taking her out on dates to make up for lost time. But after the pap incident in Chapter 6, Dieter is always careful to pick spots near their house in Sherman Oaks where he knows the owners. These are usually tiny bistros with low lighting that have been around for years and therefore less likely to attract the snappy Instagram crowd. They can really let their hair down and enjoy a nice dinner.

But in Italy, it's a completely different story. Dieter eventually does buy that house in the seaside town he lived in while he was filming in Chapter 8. No one ever recognises Dieter there, so they go on all sorts of date nights whenever they're in town. They love the annual NYE dinner hosted by the local five-star hotel where they go all out in black tie, as much as a quick takeaway pizza and beers from Lorenzo's on a bench by the sea at sunset in the summer.

I'm so sorry it feels like I didn't answer your question at all, I just threw all kinds of date scenarios at you 😂 Thank you so much for letting me dip my toes back into the Consent universe for this HC prompt my love!

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

[swiftispunk]

The most random ass headcannon, but I feel like Dieter drinks oat milk over regular

Yessssss non. now I’m thinking about what his full Starbucks order would be…

something sweet? probably not daily, I feel like most days he’s on that venti iced americano light ice with a splash of oat milk (his words), maybe a good black cold brew (sorry he’s an iced coffee girlie in my mind)

but come holiday season he’s absolutely crushing a peppermint mocha (no whip but keep those little chocolate bits on top please)

[freelancearsonist]

Dieter pls pls what does he wear??

oh god DIETER. he screams paco rabanne 1 million edt to me

he picked it up for the packaging but then actually really liked the combination of sweet grapefruit with spicy leather and amber. it's a panty dropper just like him 😌

[softpascalito]

Presents - Pedro Pascal Characters Headcanons

Summary: Which presents do the Pedro boys give you for Christmas? I have some ideas.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader, Javier Peña x Reader, Dieter Bravo x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader Tags/Warnings: Non-explicit smut, Fluff, Headcanons

notes: some more headcanons for you darlings <3

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Joel Miller

Joel is actually surprisingly good at giving presents. He'll pay extra attention to what you're saying or what you may need in the weeks before Christmas.

During patrol, he keeps an eye out for your favorite foods and products, storing them away into his backpack to add them to the ever-growing list of presents for you.

He prefers giving to getting, even though he's always more than thankful when it comes to his own presents. But nothing beats the look his loved ones get in their eyes when they unwrap a present from him and it's just the perfect one, showing just how well Joel knows them.

Come Christmas Eve, there's at least half a dozen small packages waiting under the Christmas Tree for you. Joel loves to spoil you.

He gets creative as well, making use of his woodworking skill to add a few more personal gifts to the pile, carving you small figurines of your favorite animals.

Javier Peña

Javi gets lost at least three times while he visits the mall to go Christmas shopping. He does not like the over-crowded stores at all but he knows he needs to find something that let's you know just how much you mean to him.

When asked about his own wishes for Christmas, he only asked for a pack of Malboros (needless to say, he gets a few packs AND a proper present).

He's about to pick out a frangrance that seems like you'd like it when he runs into Connie. She instantly sees that he looks like a fucking lost puppy in between all the products and options and takes pity.

She helps him pick out a few things you'll actually like and even reminds him to grab some wrapping paper. She also promises to not tell you about her helping out a little bit.

You're blown away by the gifts he picked for you, trying not to show how surprised you are he actually knew what to pick.

At the DEA's Christmas Party, you run into Connie. She just winks when you ask her if she'd been helping Javi. You both never tell him.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter thinks about whether or not to get you drugs (he doesn't).

He loves giving gifts that he knows will benefit him as much as they do you- something for your shared apartment or something for you to wear.

There's a cozy sweater and a hat from your favorite brand under the Christmas Tree, but there is also some more ... naughty clothing.

You like dressing up a little for Dieter, teasing him more than once throughout Christmas-time by suggesting to get one of those little red and white outfits that would perfectly highlight your figure.

He gets you a few, unable to decide on just one when he begins to imagine how good you'd look in them.

Dieter and you both name the white lace one as your favorite, detailed with little, glittering snowflakes all over the fabric.

Needless to say, the rest of the presents dont get unwrapped until the second day of Christmas.

Din Djarin

Din is absolutely lost when it comes to presents. The two of you are inseperable, which doesn't really make secretly buying something easier.

The opportunity presents itself when you decide to shop for some new clothes and he gets a little while to himself.

A Mandalorian wandering around the aroma and lotion shop turns heads but Din can't bring himself to care. He tries a few items, holding them below his helmet so that he can take a whiff.

He settles on a set of lotions and creams that smell refreshing, a note of pine in them. You always prefer the wooded planets to the desert ones so he hopes that it's a safe pick.

You love it more than he expects - and he does too. For the next few weeks, his entire ship seems to smell like the store did, fresh and gentle, and you seem surrounded by the scents he got you. It begins to smell like home.

He insists, as soon as you have used the bottles up, to go back and get you new ones, stocking up on the lotions and soaps and oils. If you ever leave, he tells himself, he'll at least remember the smell.

(You never leave).

[jpbpxma]

hi, this is a new writing blog for pedro pascal & his characters. I have many ideas of my own to post but I'm also accepting requests for scenarios, specific characters of his you'd like to see written or just anything really, even if it's just to talk so shoot me an ask :)<3

(yes the picture is a way to bring your attention to this post)

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Pascal characters' fave sex positions

It's probably been done before, but let's have fun. Doing (heh) the ones I've written.

Frankie. My boy wants eye contact. Would be into tantric sex, if he only knew what it was. Favourite position is lotus. You on top, but both of you doing the work. Slow and intimate, both hands free to roam and caress. Kissing, or foreheads together as you rock gently in rhythm. Plenty of opportunity to go harder, if need be. You gorgeous tits near his face. He's in heaven.

Javi P. From behind. Duh. He wants it hard and fast. Even when it's serious, and he's opened up to you, is devoted to you, and has started to heal from all the shit that happened in Colombia, he needs to lose himself in the grip of your cunt, the sweat running down his body, your wails of pleasure, the way your pretty ass bounces with each thrust. The messed up lad has some issues but knows what he likes, ok?

Ezra. Anything goes as long as your legs are on his shoulders and you're holding on to something for dear life.

Dieter. Amazon. Hoo boy does this babygirl love to be fucked by you in that position! Legs akimbo in the air, you bouncing on his dick like he's nothing but a sex toy to you. That's the good shit. He's gonna marry the fuck outta you.

Mando. One day he wants to be able to remove his helmet and have really intimate missionary sex with you, but he's not there yet, poor guy. Until then, the touch-starved little critter has to make do with the next best thing: your soft, round ass. God, it drives him wild to see that ass bounce. His favourite, therefore, is you reverse riding him. He mourns the fact that he can't gaze into your eyes and bask in the pleasure that he sees in them, but he is a patient man. He'll get there, eventually. For now, he enjoys the fuck out of your slow ride or energetic bouncing, your beautiful butt there for him to grab. Tin can man needs softness in his life, okay?

Marcus M. This is a man who will lie next to you and kiss and caress you for three hours straight before he slides into you and fucks you slowly on your side. It's not the most practical position but he wants both of you to be comfortably reclined, and in full body contact. At some point you're just sharing limbs and there is no telling where you end and he begins. It's really nice.

Joel. This middle-aged, broken piece of sweet, competent garbage fucks hard and fast because death lurks around every corner and this time could be his last. He'll dig so deep into you in missionary that you're sure he'll reemerge with gold or something. You always walk funny after. His knees always hurt. It's worth it.

Pero. He will have his dick sucked, thank you. The women he gets involved with are unsanitary and he doesn't need a new itch down there. Learn that the hard way. (Feral lil shit never stops to think about how often he washes his dick, though.) He will fuck a pair of nice big titties, too. No woman ever got knocked up from having her face painted white, if you catch my drift.

Dave. To suburban murder daddy it's not so much the position as it is the location. He loves danger, and lives for any kind of risky fornication he can think of: Walmart's parking lot, in the backseat with tinted windows, restaurant bathroom, his home office during a phone conference, the cinema, Thanksgiving dinner at his parents' house... you get it. He is the fingering king who can get you off with the crook of one of his fingers faster than any vibrator, before he presses you up against the wall or bends you over to fuck you fast and hard, before people start to wonder what's going on.

Oberyn. Hanging upside down in a trapeze or some shit. King is an athlete. Don't let the constant eating and lazy cat-in-a-sunny-spot manners fool you. He's just fuelling up.

[absurdthirst]

Do you think any of Pedro's characters would mind that im vocal during sex and I get loud? Like not talking but moaning and whining and whimpering. Do you think any of them would find it a turn off at how good they make me feel or?

Being Vocal During Sex:

Javier: He absolutely loves it. His grunts and little sounds will be overshadowed by your sounds but Javi likes making sure that you enjoy yourself. He’s busy kissing and biting along your jaw while he fucks into you. 

Ezra: Demands it. Every punishing thrust of his hips and spearing pass of his cock demands another sound. Another whimper pushed from those lips like he pushes the air from your lungs through your diaphragm. “Give me those sweet sounds, birdie.” He pants, feral as he leans in and bites your bottom lip. “Serenade my ears with those sounds of bliss.” 

Mando: It’s such a contrast. You are vocal and he is quiet. He likes it though. He lives for those sounds and absorbs them while he pants quietly against your ear. He’s never a particularly loud man when he is doing anything, unless he needed to shout over blaster fire. But he loves how your sounds pierce against his ears. It makes him go even harder so he can hear more. 

Frankie: He loves those sounds you give him. It guides him to what you are feeling that day. He’s a man who pays close attention to your body and as a result, listens very carefully to the sounds you make. Every whimper and moan tells him that you like having your nipples sucked today or your pussy slapped. He wants you to be vocal.  

Tovar: He slaps his hand over you mouth while he is balls deep inside you. Grinding up into your belly and feeling like his pushing into your throat. He needs you to be quiet. When you are too loud, you wake the others up, and Tovar doesn’t want to kill someone tonight. Have sex near the campfire with twelve other men snoring around it doesn’t leave much room for you to be loud, but he enjoys the little vibrations against his palm. 

Agent Whiskey: Cocky as a motherfucker. Claims that he will have you sounding louder with him than anyone else you’ve ever been with. Coos and tells you to give him more. Demands it as he grunts and moans over you, pushing deep and rolling his hips against yours. 

Max Phillips: LOVES IT. Especially when the two of you are having sex in his office. He wants you to be louder. Wants the entire office to hear you, especially that little shit Evan. Wants to make you scream. 

Marcus Pike: Marcus loves, LOVES the noises you make. It makes him even hotter, making him work even harder to pull more of those noises out of you. He is obsessed by every little sounds that comes out of your throat. 

Oberyn: It’s business as usual for him. Loud, quiet, boisterous or diminutive. He’s had lovers of all vocal ranges. He is comfortable with whatever you are willing to give to him. If you are vocal, he will be proud to push every sound out of you that he can, after all, you are having sex with a prince. 

Dave York: Dave likes the idea of you sounds but you can’t make them. It would give away the game. You could be found out and he likes the game of keeping this a secret. So you will have to keep those pretty little sounds to yourself or he will have to make sure you keep quiet. 

Marcus Moreno: As much as he loves the idea of you being loud, you live in a house with a kid. A kid that seems to have the ears of a cat. He doesn’t want Missy to wake up and hear the two of you, despite the fact that she’s down the hall and there are no shared walls. You can be loud when she’s staying at her abuela’s or the two of you are in a hotel room for the night. 

Max Lord: It’s praise. That’s what those sounds are. They are pure praise coming out from your lips and Maxwell Lord craves praise. He yearns for it because it satisfies the need to become powerful, to be respected it. Being respected in bed by his lover is just as good in his mind. 

Zach Wellison: This is another man who feels his entire body preen in pleasure when he hears you whimper and whine. Thrashing underneath him and letting him know how good he is doing. It makes him just go a little crazy, kissing and heaping praises on you because of those little sounds. 

Javi G: It is the sweetest sounds you could possibly make. Javi is in love with everything that you do and that includes the sounds you make. He could live in those sounds. Wants to bottle them up for when he needs them, needs to feel how good he can make you feel. 

Dieter: He’s louder. Dieter is loud and needy so he just kind of assumes that everyone else is. It often disappointment when they aren’t, but to have someone match his energy? It makes him even louder. The two of you manage to register plenty of noise complaints. 

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Okay but on a scale of 1 to horny gremlin, how seriously does Consent Dieter take the concept of hump day? 😏

Oh bestie, you know that horny gremlin takes hump day very literally.

Picture this. It's a few minutes to midnight, you and Dieter are in that twilight zone where you're drifting off to sleep after a long day at work, him spooning you from behind.

Suddenly, Dieter sits up in a panic. 'Sweetheart, we haven't humped yet today.'

You groan, not bothering to open your eyes. 'Are you serious? I'm half asleep.'

'We gotta, baby. It's hump day.'

You sigh. 'Fine. You can dry hump me, just don't wake me up.'

You feel him smile into the back of your neck as he presses his quickly hardening length against your ass. 'Thanks, baby.'

[swiftispunk]

I listened to Enchanted today and for some reason Dieter immediately came to mind. Like you meet him at some star studded event and it's the first one you've ever been to. You feel like a fish out of water until you catch dieter's eye. He comes to chat with you and you're instantly smitten. The crowd eventually whisks him away and he's busy the rest of the night.

You eventually call it a night. You go back to your hotel room and scroll dreamily through dieter's insta. You panic when you get a DM from him. But he's asking where you're staying because he has something he'd like to give you.

He shows up at your door with a bunch of mismatched flowers and tells you that he just wanted you to know how beautiful you are and how happy he is that he got to meet you 💗

Now I’m pacing back and forth, wishing you were at my door, I’d open up and you would say, “Hey” 😭

You’re the first person he’s spoken to all night he hasn’t had to force laughter or fake smiles with ahhhh

Imagine your heart skipping a beat while your scrolling his feed just to suddenly get a message from him omg

That song is sooo mutual pining too, both of you secretly hoping the other isn’t “in love with someone else” after you meet

I loooove this help

[thefloorisbalaclava]

the bet [part two] - all bets are off [dieter bravo x f!reader]

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader Words: ~3.3k Warnings: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT [oral sex - f receiving, nipple play, switch!dieter, switch!reader, unprotected sex, fingering, cream pie, dieter curses a lot and just has a dirty mouth, he's also a tease, kinda sorta semi-public sex because...well, you'll see]. Oh, there's also some smoking mary jane - drug mention. Summary: After losing the bet from last night and that kiss, you end up at Dieter's place, where you both give in to what you really want. A/N: This is part two of the bet!

[dieter masterlist]

Tags: No more taglists, but I will be tagging people I know will read it. @fireproofmarta @absurdthirst

“Hey, pretty lady. You doing anything tonight?”

You smiled as soon as you heard the voice on the other end.

“Hmm…Dieter Bravo,” you hummed, sitting back in your chair.

“Were you expecting someone else?” he asked, a hint of nervousness in his tone.

“No,” you giggled.

“Oh…that’s good. So can we, like, make out again because I seriously can’t stop thinking about it.” He inhaled deeply, then exhaled.

“Are you getting high?” you asked.

“Duh. Are you gonna answer my question?”

You chuckled. “I have lunch in a few hours. Gimme your address,” you said, and suddenly he was sputtering and coughing in your ear.

“S-Sorry.” He quickly gave you his address, and you wrote it down. “Gotta go clean up the place.” Before you could say another word, he hung up, and you looked at the phone before hanging it up, shaking your head.

Most of the time, you never even took lunch. You spent your days hunched over your desk, either standing or sitting, trying to get as much work done as possible. Maybe this thing you have going on with Dieter would change that.

The taxi pulled up to the building you sort of remember from last night, and you stepped out. You rechecked the apartment number and rang the buzzer.

“Yeah?” Dieter’s voice crackled through the intercom.

“It’s me,” you said.

“Oh, shit. Right. Buzzing you in!” The intercom clicked, then buzzed and the door unlocked. You made your way to the elevator and pressed the button for the 10th floor.

“10…35,” you whispered to yourself. As soon as you reached the door, it swung open. “Whoa!”

“Hey!” Dieter simpered, trying his best to lean against the door frame seductively. The smell of weed wafted out into the hall.

“You gonna let me in?” you asked.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” He held the door open for you, and you walked inside. There was nothing humble about this place. It was a beautiful loft, the kind you had always wanted to live in but could never afford.

“Holy fuck, Dieter,” you mumbled.

“What?” he asked as he stood beside you.

“This place is amazing,” you told him, shrugging off your jacket.

“Yeah?” He nudged you playfully.

“Yup.” You turned to him, biting your lip.

“What did I tell you about biting that lip? My job, remember?” He pulled your lip from between your teeth, and you blinked at him innocently. Then he was kissing you.

“Mmm,” you hummed as he walked backward, pulling you along. The backs of his legs hit his bed, and he fell onto it. You squealed and giggled as you fell on top of him.

“This would be so much nicer if you were naked,” he said, pulling you into another kiss. His tongue dipped into your mouth, and you sucked on it, taking him by surprise.

“So, kissing me isn’t enough for you?” you teased.

“I didn’t say that. I just…come here….” He pulled you closer, then pressed his lips to your ear. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

“Oh,” you breathed, closing your eyes and grinding against him. You kissed him deeply, then pulled away. “You know what would be hotter?” you asked before kissing him again.

“Hm?”

“You…fucking me…against those…big windows,” you told him between kisses.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he murmured against your lips. His hands palmed your ass and helped you wind your hips against him. He wasn’t wearing underwear under his pajama pants—it was becoming more apparent the longer this went on.

“Wanna let all of the city know you’re fucking me,” you said breathlessly.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he said, holding your hips still. You sat up and looked down at him. He had moved one of his hands into his pajama pants. “Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost made me cum in my pants, that’s what.” He hissed as he held himself and tried to regain his composure. “Been a while,” he confessed.

“Want me to—”

“No!” he exclaimed. “I mean…please, stay right where you are.”

“I do have to get back to work eventually, Dieter.”

He pulled his hand from his pants and sat up, wrapping his arms around you. “I know, I know. Can I just…can I see your tits?” he asked, making a face.

“Real classy,” you teased, and he shrugged. You shook your head even as you unbuttoned your shirt. Dieter eagerly watched, his hands opening and closing at on your thighs.

You let your shirt fall open, and he quickly reaches around to work on the clasps of your bra. He was better at that than anyone else you had been with. You shrugged your shirt off and let your bra slide down. He looked up into your eyes and asked silently. You took his hands and put them on your breasts.

“There…”

“Damn…” He moved his hands carefully, slowly dragging the pad of his thumbs along your nipples. He noticed how that made them hard immediately, so he repeated the action, picking up speed until you were writhing in his lap.

“Fuck, Dieter.” You looked down and watched him fondle you.

“Hm?” He looked into your eyes as he grabbed one breast and slowly moved his tongue over the nipple.

“Shit…fuck…” You grabbed the back of his head, pulling on the soft curls. He latched on and sucked, lathing your nipple with his tongue simultaneously. “Dieter, don’t make me cum in my pants when I have to go back to work,” you moaned.

He pulled away from your breast with a pop and licked your nipple as if he couldn’t get enough. “You’re gonna cum just from me playing with your tits?” he asked, pulling at your nipples playfully. You hissed and nodded.

“Interesting,” he purred before moving to the other nipple, looking into your eyes as he did.

“Ah, fuck you, Dieter,” you scolded even as you held his head in place.

“I wish you would,” he teased before biting down on your nipple. You gasped and trembled.

“D-Dieter,” you whimpered. “Don’t…fucking….” He continued teasing one nipple with his tongue and the other with his fingers. “Ah! Dieter!” You started to cum, your hips jerking against him as you threw your head back.

“God, I could listen to you say my name like that all day.” He watched you intently as you came because of him.

“You…piece of shit,” you breathed as you laid your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and rubbed your back.

“That was the hottest thing ever,” he said.

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” You bit his neck and then licked it before sitting up and moving off his thigh. “Gotta get back to work.”

“You can’t say something like that and leave.” He rolled off his bed, not even trying to hide how hard he was.

“Yeah, I can,” you said with a wink.

“Well, are you gonna come back tonight?” he asked.

“I’ll think about it.” You slipped your bra back on and then your shirt. You walked over and kissed him. “Make sure those windows are clean before I come back, okay?” You tapped his cheek, and he nodded.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You walked out of the apartment, leaving Dieter standing there like he was lost.

As soon as you left, Dieter searched his place for any cleaning solution he could find to clean his windows.

You sat in your office, anxious to leave. You clicked the pen in your hand repeatedly, checking the clock impatiently. Coincidentally, the mix you were listening to on your Spotify began playing So Anxious by Ginuwine.

“Thanks,” you mumbled. Then it hit you. You were eager to fuck Dieter fucking Bravo. Was he even good in bed? Well, he was good with his tongue. That much you knew.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he made you cum in your panties. He was exceptionally good with his tongue.

The clock finally struck 5:00, and you practically ran out of the door. You took a taxi to Dieter’s place and excitedly buzzed his apartment.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He buzzed you in, and you walked to the elevator. When you got to the 10th floor, he was waiting for you.

“I hope you know my dick hasn’t gone down since you left,” he said, and you laughed.

“You’re not the one who had to go to work with wet panties.” You walked with him to his loft and stepped inside, noticing that the windows looked much cleaner.

“How wet?” he asked.

“Soaked,” you told him.

“Never thought I’d be the guy to get your panties wet, hm? The guy you hated,” he teased.

“I never hated you, Dieter.” You walked over to the windows and looked out over the city. The sun was going down, and you always thought it looked better at night.

“Wanna smoke?” he asked. “High sex is spectacular.”

“Is it?”

“Uh, yeah. I just remember from…a long time ago,” he said.

“You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I just don’t want you to think I’m some kinda playboy or something.” This was Dieter Bravo being vulnerable, and you appreciated that.

“It’s fine. Really. Let’s smoke. I think we both need to relax.”

You laughed loudly as Dieter told you another story. The coffee table was littered with half-eaten food and snacks, and you can’t remember how much you smoked, but it felt good to let go for a while.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, reaching out to touch your cheek.

“Thanks.” You sat back and stared at him. “So…are you gonna show me how spectacular high sex can be?”

“Only if you want me to.” He moved closer, and you slowly reached between his legs, touching him through his flimsy pants. Then you slip your hand past the waistband and wrap your hand around his dick.

“For me?” you asked.

“Oh, hell yeah.” His hips moved in time with your hand.

“How does that feel?”

He only looked at you and nodded, then looked down at your hand moving in his pants. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed.

“Just this?” You continued to stroke him slowly.

“Nuh uh but…fuck it. I can’t think straight right now.”

“Wanna take these off?” you asked.

“Please.” He lifted his hips, pulled his pants down, and kicked them off. Your eyebrows shot up as you took in the size of him. You would have never guessed.

“Wow, Mr. Bravo,” you simpered. You stroked him a little faster, twisting your hand as you did. You stopped for a moment, and he was about to complain until you spat onto his cock and began stroking him again.

His eyes rolled back into his head. “Don’t…stop….”

“You want me to make you cum like this?” You tilted your head, waiting for his answer. His only response was to move your hand away and take the rest of his clothes off.

You stood and undressed. He watched you intently, looking at you up and down.

“Come on.” He led you to the windows you loved and turned you so your back was to them. You leaned against them carefully as he kissed you deeply.

As much as he wanted to be inside you, he also wanted to taste you. He pulled away from the kiss and dropped his knees in front of you. He lifted one of your legs and put it over his shoulder.

“I knew you had a pretty pussy,” he said before spreading your lips with his thumbs. When you felt his tongue on your clit, you gasped.

“I wanna sit on your fucking face,” you moaned.

He froze. “You do?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

He lay on the floor in front of the windows, flat on his back. “Let’s fucking do this.”

“Are you sure?” you asked. “I never—”

“I’m sure, beautiful. Come on.”

You stood above him, then slowly lowered yourself to straddle him.

“You’re gonna have to bring it closer,” he teased, and you giggled. “Are you teasing me?”

You shrugged innocently and moved yourself up his body until you kneeled over his face. “What if you start suffocating or something?” you asked.

“Then I’ll die happy. Come on. I’m ready.” He licked his lips as you slowly moved close enough for him to taste you.

“Oh my fucking god,” you whimpered.

“Mmm!” His fingers dug into your thighs as he held you against his tongue. Your hips started moving back and forth, riding his tongue and face as if your life depended on it. Your hand grasped his on your thigh.

“You’re gonna make me cum again,” you cried. “I’m gonna cum on your tongue.”

That only made him swirl his tongue around you and slurp you down eagerly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Dieter!” You came hard, your body writhing and jerking on top of him. You were about to climb off, but Dieter held onto your thighs. He wasn’t entirely done.

“Dieter…what…what…I…ah! Too much!” Surprisingly, you were coming again, gushing all over his face. You finally pulled yourself away and climbed off him, your body still trembling.

“If I could drown in you, I would,” he said. You looked at him and noticed just how wet his face was because of you.

“Did…I do that?” you asked, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, you did.” He lay there catching his breath. “You need a break or….”

“I’m fine.” You stood and walked over to the windows again, leaning and pressing your back against one, trying to look as seductive as possible. Dieter sat up, propping himself up on his elbows.

“Fucking goddess,” he whispered. He got to his feet, walked over to you, and caged you between his arms. “Is this how you want it?” He moved one hand to your thigh and lifted your leg to his waist. He slowly moved back and forth, getting his dick wet with your juices.

“Yes,” you murmured, and he slowly pushed himself inside you.

“Who gave you the right to be so tight?” Dieter asked through his teeth. You laughed, but it turned into a gasp when he pushed himself into you completely. You both cried out.

“You fill me so well,” you whined, tucking your fingers into the curls at the nape of his neck.

“You feel too good….” He began pumping in and out of you, stretching you in the best way.

“More,” you begged.

“Yeah?” He pumped faster, pressing your body against the window’s glass even more.

“Mmm fuck me,” you cried.

“You like that, pretty lady? Hm? Tell me.”

“Yes. Yes, I like it!” You moved with him, but suddenly he was pulling out of you and turning you toward the window.

“Hold on,” he warned, and you placed both hands on the glass. He was inside you much faster this time, pumping hard and fast.

“Is this how you want it, baby?” he asked, voice hoarse.

“Ye-ah-ah,” you moaned, your voice coming out in a stammer, timed with his thrusts. “No one’s ever fucked me like this before,” you admitted.

“You know what that means?” He pressed himself against you and laced the fingers of one of his hands with yours. His other hand slid up your body to your neck.

“It means…you’re mine,” he growled. He pushed into you and stilled. You whined and turned your head to look over your shoulder. Then his tongue was in your mouth. It was a sloppy kiss, and you loved it.

“Fuck me, Dieter,” you whimpered, then bit your lip innocently.

“I’m fucking you, baby. I’m fucking your tight little pussy,” he grunted as he slipped a hand between your legs.

“I want you to cum inside me,” you told him, pushing against his thrusts.

“You want a cream pie, hm?” He smirked.

“Yeah. I want it…deep.” You pushed against him again, and he spanked you.

“I wish you could see how pretty your ass looks, bouncing against me. Or how wet you got my dick.”

“Shut the fuck up,” you told him before backing up against him so hard he stumbled back. You approached him and pushed him onto the bed, then straddled him. You spit on his dick and stroke it before lowering yourself on it. Your hands find his chest for balance as you start bouncing on him.

“Goddamn…” He grabbed your ass and helped you bounce.

“Shit,” you cried, closing your eyes. The curly hairs at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit, and it was just the right amount of friction.

“Please tell me I'm not dreaming,” he said.

You shook your head. “Not dreaming, Mr. Bravo.” His cock throbbed inside you, and you smirked.

“God, call me that again,” he moaned, his fingers digging into your thighs.

“You like when I ride you, Mr. Bravo?” You bounced a little faster.

“Mm-hm. Yeah, I do,” he gasped.

“You’ve made me cum twice today. I think it’s your turn, hm?”

He nodded wildly. “Yeah, yeah…my turn. Fuck! Fucking fuck me!”

You moved one hand to his neck and squeezed lightly. “I bet I can make you cum in less than a minute,” you teased. You swirled your hips on him and bounced hard and fast, ignoring the burning in your thighs.

“Shit…fuck…fffff….” He shouts your name, sitting up quickly and wrapping his arms around you tightly to stop you from moving. “Shhhhiiiiit. Can’t stop coming,” he said, and you giggled.

“Give it all to me. I can take it, Mr. Bravo.” You kissed his nose, and he groaned. “Hmm, I think you’re leaking out of me. Wanna see?”

He nodded weakly. You slid off him and sat on the bed with your legs spread. “See?”

“Jesus…” He slid his fingers up and down your slit, gathering his cum, before pushing it back inside you. You grabbed his wrist and brought his fingers to your lips so you could suck them clean. He slipped them out of your mouth and then kissed you hard. He was tasting himself from your mouth, and he loved it.

He laid you down carefully as he continued to kiss you. When he pulled away, he just looked down at you.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing. I just…I can’t believe we just did that,” he laughed, and it made you laugh.

“You’re an idiot,” you teased.

Dieter was certainly a cuddler. He was pressed against your back right now—arm draped over your waist, and his head nuzzled into your back. He snored softly, and you carefully placed one hand over his, then slowly started to move it. You didn’t want to wake him.

You rolled out of bed quietly and scurried to the bathroom on your tiptoes.

Dieter just happened to wake up when you were in the bathroom. He blinked a few times to focus, reaching out to find an empty space beside him. He sat up quickly and looked around the dark apartment.

He put his head in his hands and sighed loudly. “Too good to be true, you idiot.”

“What did you say?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ha!” He practically jumped out of bed and ran over to you, wrapping you up in his arms. “You’re still here!”

“Uh, yeah. You thought I left?”

“Mmhmm.” He buried his face against your neck.

“I never thought I’d say this about you, but…you’re adorable, Dieter Bravo.”

“Adorable enough to have sex with again?” he said, and you shoved him playfully. He just stood there looking at you.

“What? Now?” you exclaimed.

“Yeah. I dunno about you, but I could go for another round or ten,” he quipped.

“10? Yeah, right.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the bed.

“I could make you cum ten more times,” he said arrogantly.

“Oh, you think so?” You climbed onto the bed, putting your ass on display for him.

“Wanna bet?” he asked with a smirk before walking over.

[psychedelic-ink]

For your weekday sleepover: What are your spicier headcanons for Dieter? We know the man is a little sex gremlin, but gimme the nitty gritty of getting down and dirty with that man, and what you'd expect (if you so please, anyway, lol)

ohhhhhhhhhh thank you for asking bby 👀👀 and full disclosure, I might've gotten carried away lmaodfbvgf Honestly, I can just go on and on about Dieter's sexual habits ❤️‍🔥 I'm in love with this mess of a man

sleepover weekend

🌶️ s p i c y 🌶️ headcanons under the cut

warnings: minors dni, some of these are f!reader, mentions of sex toys, spit, choking, weed, just the typical things you would expect of this man

Alright, this one isn't particularly spicy (very mild spice) but I like to think he enjoys being kissed on his inner thighs. It's just so sensitive, and when your kiss-swollen, wet, lips start to trails a

Of course, you need to expect toys. Not just for you but for himself as well. Dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, anal plugs, any size, shape, and form. Sometimes he'll buy things impulsively, or if he's high as a kite. Those, he doesn't really end up using (ahem an 8.7-inch tentacle dildo, he still hasn't had the pleasure to use it yet.)

This man is messy as hell and no one can convince me otherwise. He'll purposefully make a show of letting spit drip to your already wet pussy and eat you out in the loudest way possible. If you get embarrassed he'll start working his fingers into you as well, getting even louder because he's a brat like that.

Choking/breath play. He adores feeling how tight you get when you struggle to breathe. Not something he does often, but on his bad days, he loves it.

For me Dieter is a switch, so you better believe some days he's going to nuzzle your neck and ask you to take care of him in the most adorable way possible. He's loud and likes to watch you work him open with your fingers, at first he'll beg you to go slow, wanting to feel everything in full intensity, but when you're actually inside of him, he'll moan for you to go faster, harder.

He becomes a babbling mess when you tell I'm how good he is, or how good he feels. This man's praise kink is off the charts and is the quickest way for you to garner him speechless.

One of Dieter's favorite things to do is getting high and completely indulge himself in the act of sin. He gets extra worked up then, even when alone. Multiple times he humped the air until the front of his boxers was a sticky mess. He swears he comes untouched every time, just rolling his hips and feeling the fabric against his skin.

If he's getting high with you, he loves to take it slow. He loves the way you clench and grind yourself into his broad palm, begging for his cock. He especially loves kissing you during those times, swallowing your moans and pleas, your tongues twisting and dancing together.

Dieter likes edging himself. He'll hold on until the very last second and then allows himself to let go. Most of the time he does this with a small bullet vibrator pressed snug against his cock, or he'll stroke himself with an anal plug stretching him. But he secretly enjoys it when his body just can't hold back anymore and comes, he thoroughly enjoys the sensation of his orgasm being ripped away from him, and the thrill of release without meaning to.

[softpascalito]

Traditions - Pedro Pascal Characters Headcanons

Summary: Which tradition do the Pedro boys enjoy? I have thoughts.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader, Javier Peña x F!Reader, Dieter Bravo x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader Tags/Warnings: Explicit Language, Non-Descriptive Smut, Headcanons

notes: excited to post the first of a few hcs to come this month! i hope you enjoy <3

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Joel Miller

Joel may not show it but he actually likes Christmas traditions. It can't be anything too big or fancy but there's a few small things he remembers about Christmas in his own childhood that he continues with Sarah and later with Ellie.

After the outbreak, he doesn't celebrate. Not just Christmas, he doesn't celebrate anything for years. By the time his first Christmas with Ellie rolls around, he is already badly injured. He doesn't even realize it's Christmas Eve.

The next year, with both of them living safely in Jackson, he makes up for it best he can, agreeing to join a Christmas dinner hosted by Tommy and Maria.

You've met before but this is one of the first occasions where you begin talking. It's only months later that you realize you may not have been seated next to each other by accident.

Tommy and Joel contribute to the night with a tradition from their childhood. After dinner, they bring out Luminarias, handmade Christmas lanterns that they've evidently prepared in secret. The other lights are dimmed and the entire house is bathed in soft, orange light.

He ends up on an armchair by the window with you perched on the armrest and you both sip your drinks in the dim light while the other guests slowly file out. Joel swears that it cements the lights as his favorite tradition.

Javier Peña

Christmas, for Javi, usually means a trip back home to meet the family. Born and raised in Texas, it's one of the most important parts of Christmas: Everyone being together, despite their differences.

Colombia and the cartel case are a welcome excuse to not take part in the family gatherings. Every time he does visit Laredo, which only totals to three times during his time in Bogotá, he can't stand the way people look at him.

When he goes back after Cali, he doesn't even make it through half of the gathering. There have been too many drinks emptied and too many questions asked and he is back in his truck before anyone can notice he's disappeared.

Four years later marks the first time he does show up for Christmas again, with you by his side and proudly showing off the noticeable bump under your sundress.

You think he's joking when he whispers to you that night, explaining that his new favorite Christmas tradition is keeping you stuffed and spending all of Christmas Eve next to the tree, hands caressing your stomach to feel for movement from his baby

He isn’t joking. Three years in a row, the timing aligns perfectly and like clockwork, a baby is born every spring. It's definitely not the worst tradition you can think of.

After a satisfying number of babies however, the tradition shifts back to its origin: Gatherings with the whole family. And you have quite the family to show off with three little ones and Javi by your side.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter loves having you over for Christmas at his house in the Hollywood Hills. It starts innocently enough, with Covid ruining plans for any other possible get-together.

He orders enough food to last for days, rolls a generous joint for you to share and puts on a Hallmark Christmas movie for giggles.

It ends up getting you both in the feels, despite ticking off every possible cliché. By the time the credits roll around, Dieter's body is pressed against yours, both of you sinking back into the fluffy couch pillows.

The next three days are an intangible mess made up of cheese, weed and sex. In no particular order.

For once, no agent calling disturbs the bubble the two of you have created for yourselves and when New Year's rolls around, you both vow to repeat the same kind of Christmas next year.

Din Djarin

Din doesn't really know or celebrate Christmas until you and Grogu come along. When you start decorating and making a few purchases, he grumbles slightly but lets you go through with it.

To your (and his) surprise, he doesn't hate the decorating. It's a nice change of pace to just sit for a while, make chains of popcorn and dried fruits and watch the child play with a few of the Christmas decorations while you consider the best spot for the tree.

Din does help with all that you can't reach and with securing everything so that your whole work won't be ruined the second the ship takes off.

It's dark outside when you are finally done, Grogu napping below the tree after wearing himself out. Din lifts you onto his shoulders almost effortlessly, allowing you to place the golden star on top of the tree while he watches.

You light the tree together afterwards, the twinkling lights reflecting in his beskar armor, multiplying the light by what seems to be a million and it makes your knees weak.

Every following year, a beautiful tree decorates your living quarters. You both pretend it's something you only do for Grogu. You both know it's not.