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whiskeynwriting · 3 years

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Din Djarin x Female Reader

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Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) dirty talk, praise kink, breeding kink, slight degradation, Dom!Din, choking (once), vaginal fingering, anal fingering, oral sex (m and f receiving), vaginal sex, rough sex.

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A/N: oof this got away from me LOL.

I wrote this a HOT minute ago, so I may cringe while reading back on it. Who knows, lmao. Also, this is just a one-shot. It’s not related to the Blurred Lines Series.

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You walk down through the bazaar and into the covert you’ve called home for years now, back from an exhausting hunt and hoping to be able to rest among your tribe. Although you did not take the Mandalorian creed, you are welcomed here with open arms. All because you had caught the eye of a Mandalorian.

Walking down the stairs, you continue on through the halls as you walk toward the main common space. Small children run by you, covered by their shrunken helmets. They giggle while grasping their necklaces, proud to have a symbol of the great Mythosaur with them always. This was something you admired, and you too had one of these necklaces, the only symbol you were allowed to bear to link you to your tribe. Looking at your own adornment, you’re reminded of the incredible sadness that fills you each night you are away from your husband. But you had wanted this. You insist, every now and then, to go off on a mission of your own. After all, you still had the Mando’a spirit, you were not simply a riduur to one. And now that you were done catching your bounty, you decided to come back to the covert and wait for him to return from his own adventure.

You sat down on one of the tables in the common area, setting your bag beside you and letting your hair down. At this particular covert, you were the only non-Mandalorian riduur. Because you were able to show your face and wear clothes that fit your body quite nicely, you often caught the eye of others. Before finding Din, you met Paz. He was the original reason that you were accepted into the covert. He was a heavy infantry warrior that stayed on the planet, particularly within the city. He was not a bounty hunter like your riduur. You had admired Paz’s internal need to stay close to his tribe and build a home here, a family here.

Paz caught your attention with his large frame and intriguing combat style. He was incredibly tall, and the armor that adorned him displayed his large muscles nicely. Paz was attracted to the swiftness of your fighting skills, your incomparable beauty to any other in the parsec, and your flirtatious personality. He was loud, boisterous, and liked to show off. And damn, did it impress you when he did. Defending the covert, his home, his tribe, nothing turned you on more. The way Paz’s muscles flexed when he came, the way you’d grab his v-line with every thrust into your mouth, was more than desirable. But you wanted more, and you didn’t love him. He had asked you to become his riduur, and you declined.

Din came back to the covert after you had ended your relationship with Paz. He had been gone for years; bounty hunting was all he knew. When he did decide to come back to the covert, though, the energy between the two of you was undeniable. He was quiet, but when he did speak, it sent shivers down your spine. There was nothing more you wanted than to make him moan, to hear his beautiful voice speak more and more; forcing sounds out of him from pleasure, sounds that would be only for you.

After seeing you fight and watching you in the bazaar, Din had asked if you’d like to join him and the child on his ship. He claimed he could use the extra security and help when it came to the child and hunting bounties, and you were more than thrilled to accept. You didn’t feel comfortable staying at the covert anymore, anyways. Not with Paz there.

While deep in your thoughts, you don’t even notice Paz step over and sit down in front of you. You look up and see the man in the dark blue and silver armor directly in your line of sight. Though you can’t see his eyes, you can feel his stare.

“You know...” he starts, “I thought a riduurouk meant you’d join your mate for life. Seems to me like Djarin has better things to do, what with him being gone for so long.”

Your roll your eyes. You know Paz is just trying to get a rise out of you. When you were together, most of your sexual encounters began this way. He has no idea of the arrangement you’ve made with Din about occasionally hunting your own bounties, nor does he have the right to. Before you can respond, you hear a low, steady voice behind you.

“Five days doesn’t seem to be too long for her.”

You turn around to see your mate standing in the doorway to the common space. His Beskar armor shining, his fists tight, and his stance firm. A smile breaks across your face and he reaches a hand out to you.

“Riduur.” He beckons you over, and you leap up from the bench and into his arms. His grip on you is tight as you nuzzle into his neck, but you can tell his visor is fixed on Paz. You break the hug to look up at him, and then over to Paz as you hear him get up and walk over to you.

“If I had made you my riduur, you’d never be left alone.” He grumbles, stepping closer toward you. He is inches away from your face, and you can’t help but let out a small breath. The way he towered over you had always made your heat ache.

“You don’t miss me, mesh’la?” He reaches up to grab your chin. It seems this was Din’s breaking point. He reaches over to grab Paz’s wrist, bending his entire arm backward. He throws Paz to the ground in one quick motion, with a grunt that makes you squeeze your thighs together. Though Paz was much bigger than Din, Din was stealthier, smarter, quicker.

“Touch her again and she’ll be the last woman you ever see."

As you and your Mandalorian walk down the hallway, making your way out of the bazaar and back to the Crest, you can’t help but replay the incident in your mind. Din’s strength, his possessiveness, is something you always craved, and something you desperately missed when apart from him. The way he dominated you was better than any past lover. You can see his chest heaving, his fists still clenched as you walk beside him.

“Come here.” He says to you. He leads you down a corridor off to the left. Once in the dark hallway, he grabs your shoulder and shoves you against the wall. His hands explore your body as he pushes himself against you. You always loved when he manhandled you like this. Din knew how to be gentle and rough, and you absolutely loved it.

“Baby,” you gasp as he cups your tits, grinding his hips into yours. Your arms fly around his neck as you press your forehead to where his would be on his helmet. He slides his hands down your back, and grabs at your ass.

“You are mine.” He growls out harshly, and you nod your head in agreement. “Say it.” He spits out through gritted teeth.

“I’m yours, Din.” You say breathlessly.

“Mine.” He repeats.

His rugged breathing picks up and he slides his hand farther down your backside. He slips a hand under your panties and continues down toward your puckered hole. His other hand reaches around to the front of you, diving in and immediately shoving two fingers into your tight cunt, making you gasp. You lift a leg up to wrap around his waist, giving his fingers better access as you move with his hand. While he pumps his fingers into you, he begins tracing your tight ring of muscles with the other. Slowly, he inserts one finger. You whine as he wiggles it once it’s fully inside your ass, smirking at the feel of his talented digits.

“You like that, cyar’ika?” He asks, and all you can do is nod your head frantically as you grab onto his armor. “I’ve missed these tight holes.” He grunts out, steadily pumping his fingers into you. You cry out when his fingers curl to hit that delicious spot inside your pussy.

“Shhh mesh’la, we wouldn’t want anyone to hear you.” You bite your lip as he continues, “Unless you want the whole covert to hear me dominating you. Making you mine, my little slut.” He continues to grind against your thigh as his gloved fingers work themselves into you.

“Fuck, Din.” You throw your head back. You loved when he spoke to you like this. “I want more,” you say breathlessly, “I want you.” All at once, he rips his fingers out of you, making you whine in protest. He smacks your ass, making you jump as he growls, “Get your ass back to the ship.”

Back on the ship, you see the foundling’s pram is closed, assuming this means he is sleeping. Even though it was two hours before his bedtime, you weren’t surprised. You knew Din wanted to have you anywhere he could, everywhere he could. You missed your little Grogu, but you’d spend time with him soon enough.

“Strip.” He orders sternly behind you, his rough command making you turn around to face him. Smirking, you slowly lift your top over your head, throwing it to the side. You lean down to slip your black pants down your legs, undoing your boots and taking them off as well in the process. Standing in your underwear, you saunter over to him. You place a hand on his cuirass as you whisper with a smirk, “I can’t wait to feel you to fill me up.” A groan escapes through his modulator and he grabs your thighs, lifting you up as he carries you towards his bunk. You squeal and wrap your hands around his neck, making him chuckle beneath you.

He throws you down onto your now shared cot, quickly tearing his Beskar off of his body. You sigh as he lifts his helmet. The face of your riduur was something you always saw as a beautiful masterpiece. Within seconds his teeth are on your thigh, ripping off your panties. He unhooks your bra and tosses it aside. Now fully exposed, you lift your legs so you can plant your feet on the bed, showing him your dripping pussy. He groans, a sound heard without the filter of his modulator. You feel his large hands roughly grab your ankles as he shoves your legs open farther. He crawls over you and hovers his lips above yours. You bring your hands up to his face and clash your lips together. He moans into the kiss and his tongue forces itself into your mouth. You suck on it, licking up the taste of him, making him moan in desire. He pulls away, biting your lip as he begins to make his way back down to your heat. Hovering just above your soaking wet cunt, he inhales deeply.

“Fuck cyar’ika. I missed this needy cunt. Your smell is incredible... and you taste even better.”

With the last words falling out of his mouth, he licks a long stripe up your folds, making you whine. He continues to lick you like a frozen treat until you’re wiggling underneath him. He laps at the wetness leaking from your folds, sighing deeply at your tangy taste, making you squirm beneath him. His arm comes up to wrap itself around your hips and lower stomach to keep you in place. He moves up to your clit and sucks harshly while dancing his tongue quickly over your throbbing nub. Two fingers come up to shove themselves into your wanting cunt, eagerly pumping into you. You cry out at the sensation, jerking your hips up as much as you can under his heavy arm.

“Din, fuck!” You cry out, throwing your hands onto his head to tug at his long, chocolate locks. He moans into your pussy, the sound and vibrations driving you over the edge. You cry out his name as your lover laps up your juices as they soak his face and drip onto the sheets below. His fingers ride you through your high, eventually pulling them back out. He brings his digits up to his mouth as his tongue licks and sucks your cum off his fingers, making you pant out an incredibly needy moan.

“Sit up, cyar’ika. Gonna fuck your throat.” He says gruffly. You immediately crawl over to him, eager to take his length in your mouth. He starts pumping his cock, and you open your mouth and stick your tongue out for him.

“Good girl,” you hear the grin in his voice as you stare at his length. You knew this is what he loved, seeing your open mouth, ready to swallow him. While you leaned forward on the cot, he stood at its edge and set his heavy cock on your tongue, groaning when you lapped up his dripping precum.

“Use me.” You beg, “Use me to make yourself cum.” He moans happily and grabs the back of your head. With one quick thrust, he shoves his cock into your mouth. You shove down the reaction your gag reflex brings and open your mouth for him as best you can.

“Take me,” he pants, “take all of me.” He thrusts into your mouth until he bottoms out inside your throat.

“That’s it pretty girl, my good girl.” He sighs happily. A strangled groan comes from his throat as your tongue moves underneath the weight of his thick cock. He holds your head there for a moment before he can’t seem to take it any longer. Your warrior quickly finds a devastating pace as he deeply fucks your throat. Each thrust brings loud, squelching sounds to bounce off the ship’s metal walls. The sound of you gagging on his cock was something he craved.

“Riduur,” he groans, “ner Riduur... mine to claim,” he continues grunting harshly. “Your throat is mine to fuck. Your sweet cunt... fuck... mine to bury myself into.”

You loved when he was this dominant over you. You can tell he’s close. His hips begin to stutter, and you take this opportunity to moan against his length, helping his climax along. With a few harsh thrusts, his hot cum shoots down your throat. The thick white ropes bringing a familiar musky taste to your tongue that you desperately missed. He thrusts lazily into your mouth as he rides out his high. You swallow all of him, his cock, his cum... you were his. His grip on your head and hair loosens as he leans back to he take his cock out of your mouth. You smirk and lick your lips.

“I missed your taste,” you tell him. He suddenly grabs your jaw, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You are perfect,” he growls, inches from your face. Your tongue comes out to lick his thumb, and a short breath escapes from his mouth.

“How do you want me?” You innocently ask.

He grabbed your wrists, pulling you forward off of the cot. Your feet fumble to the floor before being shoved down onto the ground, onto your knees. He leans you forward so you rest yourself on your elbows, sticking your ass high up into the air. You knew he loved to see it. His breathing picked up behind you as you did so. He takes a handful of your ass and squeezes it, then slaps it harshly. He chuckles darkly when a yelp escapes your lips.

“I can be gentle... or I can make you beg.” He states, rubbing his hands over your ass, spreading your cheeks widely. You hum in appreciation, the act of him spreading you open makes your pussy drip with desire. He sees your wetness drip down onto the cold, metal floor of his ship.

“Cyar’ika...” he moans. A hand leaves your ass as he reaches down to gather some of the wetness between your folds. You hear him eagerly suck on his fingers before saying, “I think you need to beg me for it.”

“Please,” you immediately plead. “Please Din. Make me yours, claim me, riduur. Please. I need your cock.” He hums, satisfied with your pleas. He takes his thick length and lines it at your entrance. Slowly, he slides himself forward so that your pussy engulfs his tip.

“Please,” you whisper. With that, he shoves himself into you, pushing you forward with his weight. His cock splits you open deliciously, a feeling that never grows old. He continues to spread your ass cheeks apart as he begins to slowly pump himself into you.

“Look at you, your tight, needy holes. Begging to be filled. What about this one mesh’la?” He asks as he presses a finger on your tight ring of muscles. “Does this one need to be filled, too?” He questions, amusement in his voice. You whimper and nod your head, eager to have him fill you in every way he can.

“I said beg.” He demands, his stern voice making you gasp. When you can’t catch your breath quick enough to respond, he shoves a quick, forceful thrust deep inside you with a loud grunt, shoving you forward once more.

“Din! Finger me, finger my asshole. Please, please... I need to feel more of you.” You plead with him.

He loves when you beg, and always gives in when you do so properly. Dominating you like this makes his cock twitch inside your tight cunt. He slips a finger into you, all the way to his last knuckle, making a satisfied sigh come from your mouth. He wiggles his finger in a circle as he pumps his finger in and out of you. As his finger picks up it’s pace, so do his hips. Eventually, he removes his finger, making you whine.

“Tell me what you want, what you need.” His demand clearly telling you he needed to hear this nickname again.

“Din,” you gasp, “finger me.”

With that, he shoves his thumb inside your ass as his hips continue with a devastatingly deep pace. His other hand grips your hip as he drives into you.

“Good girl.” He praises you, making another wave of pleasure wash over you. You loved being his good girl.

“Din! Yes, yes. Don’t stop!” You cry out. You start to bounce your ass back against him, making him growl at your promiscuous act.

“Love your sweet cunt,” he grunts out, “your ass is so tight. I might have to start fucking this hole, too.” You cry out, his words pushing you closer to your release. “I want to feel your wet cunt cum on my cock.” He claims as he shifts his hips. Driving back into you, he immediately finds your g-spot. You grasp for anything you can to try to steady yourself as your climax comes closer and closer. You claw at the steel floor as he relentlessly fucks into you, continuously moving his thumb inside your ass.

“Cum.” He demands in a low growl, pushing you over the edge. You wail as waves of pleasure rush over you as his hips continue to pump into you at a devastating pace.

“That’s it,” he coos, “That’s it pretty girl, cum on my cock.”

He doesn’t stop as you come down from your high, panting breathlessly as he claims what is his. He rips his thumb from your ass to grip onto your hip as he begins to reach his own high.

“Fuck.” He pants out, gripping your hips with a tightness that is sure to leave bruises. You continue to bounce your ass against his cock.

“Baby,” you whine, “fill me up. I want to feel your hot cum inside me.”

“Yeah? You want to be bred, sweet girl?”

“Yes!”

“Bred by your riduur, your warrior. Carrying my child.” He continues to grunt, his hips stuttering as he speaks. He leans down the grab the nape of your neck, pulling you up to him, pressing his chest to your back. You gasp and your hands fly to his arm.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He demands. “Say it.”

“I am yours, my riduur.” You smirk. A strangled cry comes from his throat as he pumps his hot seed into you, flooding your womb. You moan out at the sensation as he holds your body close to his. You love feeling his hot breath against your neck as he rides out his high, grinding his hips into you. He nuzzles his nose into your cheek, and you turn your head to kiss him deeply.

He finally stills, resting back on his heels as he guides you to lean further against him. His hands slide along your body to gently cup your breasts as your tongues continue to dance in each other’s mouths. Breaking the kiss, you both catch your breath. He lifts you up, making his softening cock slide out of you. He sets you on the ground and stands, only to lean down and pick you back up. He places you on his cot and wraps his cape around your shoulders. Your heart flutters at the sentiment as you stare up at him. He puts on his clothes, aside from his Beskar, as he leans down to kiss you. Cupping your jaw gently, he tells you, “I love you. I missed you so much.” You grab his shoulders and lean back into the bunk, inviting him to slide on top of you. You wrap your legs around his waist and put your hands against his cheeks.

“I love you so much, Din. I always miss you when we’re apart.” He smiles softly at your words and leans down to give you a soft kiss.

“Do you truly worry about me entertaining others? I am always yours, whether we are together or apart. Our vows state this, my love.” You reassure him. He leans his forehead against yours.

“I know, cyar’ika.” He sighs out, grinning devilishly before you. “I just love to claim you.”