#trying real hard to be sub!din djarin

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

Familiar & Unfamiliar

din djarin x female!reader

warning: attempted sexual assault (not by our boy mando, and i don’t describe it in depth the furthest it goes is non-consensual kissing), light smut, angst then comfort, then fluff fluff fluff, identity theft, mentions of slave trade, canon violence, dom!din trying hard to be sub!din for you, he doesn’t succeed for long

word count: 4,174

Summary: You travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian who is much softer than his impenetrable beskar would lead others to believe. He leaves you with his son to search for a Quarry, but it’s not the Mando you’ve come to know and love who returns to you.

“It shouldn’t take long.” Mando hummed as he collected his gear from his weapon’s storage. You sat cross legged on the Razor Crest’s floor with the child in your lap. His small green hand played with the small, metal ball he seemed to always find. Your hand stroked his ears only stopping to push the ball away from his mouth when he began to try and chew on it. Mando turned around to stare down at you. “Will you be alright here?”

After traveling with the Mandalorian for the last two months, babysitting and completing repairs on the ship, you had finally grown accustomed to the silver beskar covered man. Initially it had been difficult for you to even look at the man for longer than a second⏤ too intimidated by the black t-shape visor that stared back at you. However, joining him had been your only option at the time, an act of self preservation, so you had to push your fear aside. Luckily, you had quickly learned that though the metal he was covered in was impossible to penetrate, the man underneath was as soft as they come.

You learned that the solemn, silent, and dangerous facade Mando wore was more or less an interpretation of what people saw. Yes, he was dangerous. You had seen him wrestle quarries three time his size and come out unscathed, but you had also seen him humming a song under his breath while giving the child a bath. You had seen Mando go out of his way to purchase you a new pair of boots in the market simply because he noticed your discomfort with your current pair. The brief times you felt his touch, a brush against your arm or a hand on your back, it was soft and comforting. His eyes were impossible to see behind his helmet, but you could feel the care in his gaze. Having Mando’s attention on you felt like safety.

Mando called out your name and you blinked in surprise. “Oh, um, yeah! We’ll be fine, don’t worry.”

“I shouldn’t be gone long. Days at most.” He reassured before you could even ask. You stood up and Mando drifted closer⏤ his gloved hand reached out brush the child’s head. Mando chuckled when his son cooed and giggled in response. You heard a long time ago that the best judge of a person’s character was how they treated animals and children. Mando passed that test with flying colors. “You remember the rules?”

“Hmm, no running with scissors?” You joked. Mando tilted his head and you chuckled. “Don’t open the Razor Crest’s ramp for anyone but you, and if I do have to leave for some emergency, get to a crowded spot with plenty of witnesses and talk to no one. Not until you come for us.”

Mando nodded in approval. He gave the child’s head one last pet along the ears and as his hand pulled away you felt his leather covered fingers drag down the length of your bare arm. Heat crept up the back of your neck and you prayed to any deity that was listening that Mando hadn’t heard the hitch in your breath. You were not attracted to your metal armored Mandalorian employer and friend. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

Without another word, Mando made his way to the back of the cargo hold. He opened the ramp before heading down and you called out for him to be careful. Mando glanced over his shoulder, at you and the child, and you waved. You stood at the cargo hold’s edge as Mando pressed a button on his gauntlet and the ramp began to rise. As the metal door rose, you stared at the mandalorian’s back until the ramp cut him off from sight.

Din was more distracted than usual and he told himself it wasn’t because of the newest addition to the Razor Crest. It obviously wasn’t because of you. No, he was just busy with all the bounties he was juggling and the stress of trying to find the child’s people. Then the added dilemma of his current quarry. Already he had been on the flesh trader’s trail for three days. Three full days. That was nothing in comparison to past hunts that would take him weeks on end, but Din found his patience wearing very, very thin.

“Are you ready yet, mate?” A voice asked through the closed door. 

Din had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. His only lead came from a mercenary who was hunting an Inner Rim politician that had come all the way out here to participate in the slave trade. It was the only access Din would have to get into the market to find his quarry and it came at a cost. Din glanced down at the helmet held in his hands. It was an oddly shaped red thing from Kaleesh culture. His new mercenary partner made it very clear that if he walked in as a Mandalorian everything would be lost. On any normal bounty Din would’ve risked it anyways. There was very little in the galaxy that could coax him out of his armor, leave him bare to the world, but a child in danger did it. 

A mother had come to him after he searched for a lead in the local cantina on his first night. She had fallen to her knees in front of him and begged for his help⏤ she offered everything she owned and more in return. Her only child, an eleven year old little girl, had been stolen away from her. Dragged to the flesh market to be sold. Din swore to her that he’d bring her back. On his word as a Mandalorian, she would be reunited with her daughter. He just wasn’t allowed to do it looking like a Mandalorian.

“Seriously, mate, we’re going to be late!” Trigg, the mercenary, barked once more.

Din settled the helmet over his head and shifted uncomfortably. It didn’t fit quite like his real one did, but it was tight enough that he wasn’t worried about it falling off in the heat of battle. For a second, he just stared at himself in the mirror. Red armor of cloth and leather covered every inch of his skin, black gloves pulled on tight, and his oddly shaped helmet covered his face entirely. Din hated it more than anything. But, the sooner he saved the girl and caught his quarry, the sooner he could return to his ship. Return to the child and you.

“I’ll be right out.” Din called back. He settled all his beskar armor pieces into the tarp bag he had borrowed from the child’s mother. It was her home they were using as a base of sorts. Din hid the bag in the closet of the room behind a stack of boxes. It made him anxious to leave his armor behind, but he forced himself to step away and open the door.

Trigg stood in the hall wearing his own personal gear. The blond man had scars from a raking claw on the side of his head leaving those patches with sparse hair. His arms were crossed over his chest and he stared at Din in a mix of annoyance and impatience. “Finally. Did you have to do your hair?”

“It’s you we’re waiting on now.” Din replied dryly as he marched past the man to the door.

The sooner, the better.

Night had fallen for the third night of Mando being gone. It was too soon for you to be worried about him, but a ball of anxiety still sat in your gut. He had been away for longer periods of time before. The longest thus far being three weeks. You were mumbling a soft song under your breath as you rocked the child to sleep. When his eyes drifted close, you carefully set him in the hammock above Mando’s bunk and tucked a blanket around him. 

When you were certain that the kid was settled, you drifted toward the fresher to get ready for bed yourself. You wondered what it would take to convince Mando to pick up a bounty on a planet with an ocean soon. Going from the lava plains of Nevarro to the deserts of Tatooine and now this dusty Outer Rim world was bleak. You missed water. You had grown up near a river on your homeworld and spent a decent amount of time there. It wasn’t until you saw dry planet after dry planet that you truly began to appreciate natural bodies of water.

You shrugged out of your clothes, tossing them aside, and slid into a pair of shorts and one of Mando’s shirts. It had been borrowed early on in your travels and now it belonged more to you than it did him. The dark shirt was large enough to cover most of your shorts. You had been in the middle of washing your face when you heard the tell tale sound of the ramp. Quickly, you grabbed a towel and dried your face while rushing out of the fresher.

Mando was walking up the ramp just as you entered the cargo hold and you shot him a smile, “Hey, Mando.” He came to a sudden stop. You glanced around but saw no evidence of a quarry behind or near him. Had they gotten away? “What happened with the quarry?”

The Mandalorian crossed his arms and a nervous energy settled over your skin. The way he stood just seemed…off. And, the silence that surrounded him wasn’t the usual comfortable quiet you had grown used to. Mando’s helmet tilted some, as if his eyes were raking over your form, and you tugged on the bottom of your shirt anxiously. This was an outfit you wore to sleep every night on the Razor Crest, but right now was the first time you felt uncomfortable having it on around Mando.

“Are you⏤Are you injured?” You asked.

Mando strolled closer to you. Another bit of him that wasn’t right⏤ his gait. As you tried to gather your thoughts, he came to a stop right in front of you. Nearly chest to chest. A lump had formed in your throat, mouth dry, and you tried to swallow it down. Being around Mando always made your stomach feel as if it were filled with butterflies, made your heart race out of your chest, made an addicting warmth pool in your core. 

That was not how you felt right now.

Your hand reached out, as quickly as you could manage it, and slammed against the lock button of Mando’s bunk. The metal door slid down. It clicked into place, and the Mandalorian in front of you grabbed you by the throat and shoved you back until you slammed into the Razor Crest’s wall. You clawed at the familiar, gloved hand tightening around your throat as a low, unfamiliar chuckle rumbled through the modulator.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A voice that did not belong to your Mandalorian asked. “Aren’t you happy to see me? You were a minute ago.”

“Wh⏤Who⏤” You tried to spit out but you could barely breathe let alone form words.

“I’m your Mandalorian, baby.” The cruel laugh coming out from behind the t-shape visor you found comfort in felt so very wrong. He yanked you off the wall and released your throat. You managed to gasp a single breath of air before he backhanded you across the face hard enough to see stars. You fell to your knees and elbows roughly, a cry of pain leaving your lips, but you struggled to find a weapon of any kind. “That’s right. Crawl away, baby. Run. I’m a Mandalorian who likes to hunt, and now you’re my prey. How’s that sound?”

Your hand found a screwdriver, lying off to the side where you had been working on something under the floorboard earlier, just as he kicked you in the side to flip you over. The imposter knelt on the ground over you and you tried to stab him where only the flight suit sat. Unfortunately, he turned fast enough that the screwdriver struck beskar and did absolutely nothing. He laughed once more as you gave up the attack to try and slip away, but he grabbed your hands by the wrist and pinned you to the ground. The imposter sat on top of your thighs, kneeling over you, and you were forced to stare at your reflection in Mando’s armor.

It would be a bold faced lie for you to say you hadn’t daydreamed about having the beskar armor on top of you⏤ the weight of it pressing into you in every delicious way you could think of. But not like this. Not with a stranger inside of it. 

“Who knew the ship came with such a pretty little whore.” The imposter hummed. He shifted your arms so he could pin both your wrists with one hand. With his other, he grasped the bottom of the beskar helmet and pulled it off.  The man’s eyes were a piercing blue. Cold and cruel. Blond hair covered his scalp except on the side of his head where the scars of what looked like claw marks sat. He tossed the helmet aside and gave you a sickening grin. “Is that what you’re here for? You keep the Mandalorian’s bed warm? Let him fuck you when he’s done with a hunt?”

“Get the kriff off of me!” You struggled against his grip, against his touch, but nothing seemed to deter him from using his other hand to run over your body. You screamed until you were hoarse and when you cried out for Mando the man sitting on top of you just laughed. Faintly, you could hear frantic tapping behind Mando’s bunk door and fear struck you. Was the child awake? He wouldn’t be able to unlock the door from inside you didn’t think. 

It seemed the imposter was too immersed in you to hear the sound. 

“How about this,” The man leaned closer into your space, “I get a quick taste of you now, and then, once we’re up and in hyperspace, I’ll fuck you better than your Mando ever could, yeah?”

His lips crashed down on yours roughly. You tried to turn your face away, but the imposter bit down on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Between the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue and the smell of his rancid breath you were going to be sick. You gasped in pain and he took advantage by shoving his tongue into your mouth. He pressed his hips down into you, grinding against your stomach now, and the feel of his erection pressing into you made a horrified sob slip form you. It seemed to only spurn him on further. He let go of one of your hands to grasp at the waistband of your pants.

The sound of sprinting footsteps made the imposter sit up and you were barely able to register what was happening when a body dressed in red leather slammed into the beskar covered imposter⏤ both men falling away. Taking advantage of your freedom, you scrambled back as quickly as you could. The stranger dressed in red, wearing an oddly shaped helmet that covered his face, had a hand wrapped around the imposter’s throat while his other fist pounded away at the man’s face. Grunts of anger filled the air with every blow thrown and the imposter fought back only for a moment before his body went slack.

You scrambled away further but your back hit a metal crate sitting in the cargo hold. It shifted slightly and the sound made the stranger sit up and spin around. You gasped⏤panicked. Heart still racing. The imposter laid motionless. His face bruised, broken, and bloody beyond all recognition. You were breathing hard, trying to suck in more air as the air you did get brought no relief. The stranger jumped up, motions smooth and agile, and rushed to you. A cry of fear left you as you tried to pathetically jump up, but his hands wrapped around you. Soft, but firm. A comforting weight.

“It’s me. It’s me. You’re safe, mesh’la.” A familiar voice came out of the unfamiliar mask. The bright red and angry shapes still jarring to look at and you tried to struggle away. He pulled away to rip off his gloves. One hand came to rest on the side of your face, while the other lifted the red helmet just enough to reveal a jaw covered in dark scruff and lips. “Listen to me, mesh’la. You’re safe. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s me. I’m here.”

You were still shaking, your entire body threatening to tremble into pieces, but your breaths were beginning to grow controlled. The warm hand on your face was grounding. It was familiar. You couldn't see the man’s eyes, but you could feel his soft gaze. Safe. You felt safe.

“M⏤Mando?” You gasped.

“Yes.” He nodded. “I’m here, mesh’la. You’re safe now.”

You broke into an uncontrollable sob, unable to bite it back, and Mando didn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms. The coarse, red armor you buried your face into felt unfamiliar, but the strong arms that wrapped around you felt right.

For the first time, Din felt uncomfortable in his helmet. It smelled of the spice that Trigg disgustingly chewed on. He couldn’t even bring himself to pull his armor on. It left him in a pair of plain sweats and shirt. After setting you in his bunk, the child curled into your side, he had stripped the mercenary out of his beskar and thrown the piece of shit into the carbonite freezer.

The job had gone so well then so bad. Din found the young Rodian child and killed his quarry. He’d only get half the bounty with the flesh trader dead, but something was better than nothing. The moment he returned the girl to her mother his heart had stopped when he realized his armor was missing. Din had sprinted to the Razor Crest, faster than he had ever run, and still he hadn’t come soon enough. 

Din stepped out of the fresher. The Razor Crest was in hyperspace and the cargo hold was dark. The only light spilling from the open door behind him. The sound of whimpering filled the otherwise silent space around him. Din hurried to the bunk to see you tossing and turning. He scooped the child up and set him in the hammock before crawling in to try and calm you.

He called out your name, bare hands on your shoulders, and when your eyes snapped open, thanks to his visor, he could see clearly the way panic and fear filled them. You screamed and began to swing at him. His helmet. It was his helmet. Without thinking, Din ripped his helmet off and threw it out of the bunk. Din pulled you into his arms again, pressing your face to his shoulder, and whispered reassurances.

“It’s me, Mesh’la. It’s me. I’m sorry. I was wearing the helmet. You’re safe, I promise.”

“Mando?” You breathed. He buried his hand in your hair and pulled you tighter into his chest. As if the two of you weren’t already tangled together in the small confines of his bunk. “I’m sorry I hit you⏤”

“It didn’t hurt. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I left you alone. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner.” Din didn’t know which emotion waged in him the most⏤ guilt or anger. They were neck and neck. You took in a deep shaky breath and your hot breath on his neck made him sigh in relief. You were safe in his arms. Din rubbed your back and the question fell out before he could hold it back. “Did he… Mesh’la, did⏤”

“No.” You whispered. “You got here just in time.”

Din could feel tears soaking into his shirt. When the tears stopped, Din coaxed you out of the bunk and onto the cargo hold floor. He grabbed a first aid kit and rushed back so you weren’t left alone for too long. The only light still came from the open door of the fresher and he sat so his back was to it. The dim light illuminated your features and it was like a spotlight to the injuries you sported. He had told you that you could open your eyes. With the way you sat, it’d be too dim for you to see his face, but you said you didn’t want to risk it. 

He let his fingers trace the forming bruise surrounding your right eye. It trailed down to brush against the torn skin of your lower lip. Dank farrik. That kriffing fucker had bit you. He could see the outline of teeth. Din’s jaw clenched. He grabbed a bit of bacta and rubbed it gently into the forming bruise. He was going to do the same for your lower lip when you stopped him.

“Did I hurt you?” He blurted.

“No, no. Not that.” You mumbled. “Can I… Can I ask you for a favor?”

“Anything, mesh’la. Anything.”

“Can you kiss me?” You asked. Din was certain he had misheard you. It was why he sat in silence. He was trying to puzzle out what it was you had actually said. You spoke again, nervous, “You don’t have to. I⏤I…”

“You want me to…kiss you?”

You nodded. Eyes still closed lightly. “I know it’s dumb. It⏤ I just don’t want to feel his lips anymore. I don’t want the taste of him on me.”

“That’s not dumb, mesh’la.” 

Din settled one of his hands on the side of your face. His thumb caressed the soft skin of your cheek. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, Din began to lean in. He didn’t want to startle you. He wanted to give you every opportunity to pull away if you needed to. Din would be lying to himself, again, if he said he hadn’t imagined the way your lips would feel on him. But not like this. He hated that these were the circumstances, but there wasn’t a single thing Din wouldn’t do for you if you asked.

His nose brushed against yours. Din was close enough that he could feel your lips part. He waited one second more before pressing his lips softly against yours. One of your hands lifted to tangle in his hair and a simple gesture shouldn’t make him feel so hot under his skin. The kiss was slow and tender. Din was terrified to press too hard and bring you pain. The injury to your lower lip still so fresh. And after what you had just suffered through, he wanted you to have all the control. If you needed to use him to rid yourself of that nightmare, to erase the memory that bastard left on your lips, then he would. 

Your tongue brushed against his lower lip, tracing it, and he parted his lips for you giving you room to explore him. Maker, the taste of you was so sweet. It took every single ounce of Din’s self control to not deepen the moment even further. The kiss grew almost frantic. A hand in his hair and another at the back of his neck to pull him into you. You pulled back just enough to suck in a sharp breath before your lips was back on his and Din lost his battle for self control.

He wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Din was caught off guard when you pushed down to press yourself against his already hard cock, but it was a welcome surprise. He grabbed your hips, hands tightening into the soft skin there, and grinded into you. You moaned into his mouth and Din pulled away briefly so he could press open mouth kisses along your jaw then down your neck until he reached your shoulder. Thoughtlessly, he bit down, wanting to leave evidence of himself on you, and you let out a sharp gasp while grinding into him again. Din ran his tongue against the bite soothingly. 

Din’s hands slipped under your shirt and he desperately let his lips find yours once more. His tongue slipped past your lips, but then he tasted it. The sharp, metallic tang of blood. Din pulled back quickly realizing his plan to let you run the show had gone to shit. Both of you were breathless. 

“Are you okay, mesh’la??” He pulled one hand away from your hip to touch your face. His thumb brushed against your lower lip and in the dim light he could see the tint of red. 

“Thank you.” You breathed. You leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss that missed and only landed on the corner of his lips. Then you leaned your head on his shoulder and just took slow breaths. Din let his knuckles drag up and down your spine. He could feel your entire body going limp as you melted into his hold. You mumbled, “Thank you, Mando.”

“Din.” He replied, but he didn’t know if you had already fallen asleep or not. “Call me Din.”

[vanishedangels]

Clan of Warriors

Click here for First chapter

Summary: While rebuilding Mandalore, Mand'alor Din Djarin is questioned by his people because of his beliefs and origins. In the dawn of a civil war, the council resolves that The Mand'alor must join in marriage with someone close to Bo-Katan Kryze. He’s forced to marry Koska Reeves and accept a loveless union. In the meantime, Din is having a secret relationship with his son’s Master, Jedi Luke Skywalker, his dream of having his own clan of warriors is about to fade away.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Grogu, Leia Organa, Cara Dune, Koska Reeves, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Woves, OC, Peli Motto, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Paz Vizsla, Owen Lars, Beru Whitesun, Han Solo, Chewbacca, Wedge Antilles.

Rating: Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence. Explicit Smut.

Tags: Canon Compliant, Post Season 2 Finale, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Friends To Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Demisexual Din Djarin, Top Luke Skywalker, Bottom Din Djarin, Top Din Djarin, Bottom Luke Skywalker, Protective Din Djarin, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Adorable Baby Yoda, Sassy Leia Organa, Gai Bal Manda, Blindfolds, Sub Din Undertones, Fantasies, Jealous Luke, Keldabe Kiss, Smut, Jealous Din, Dirty Talk, Face Reveal.

Chapters: 36/?

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"What are you doing, cyare?" He asked out of breath, he tilted his head rubbing his face against Luke's.

"I-I don't know." The Jedi said running his hand down Din's chest plate.

"I thought you were avoiding me." Din added trying to catch his blue eyes.

Chapter 36: Courage

Luke walked into his bedroom, his gait slowed by the bed, still perfectly arranged, and he sat down on the mattress, staring at the wall, lacing his fingers together. His lips curled up slightly remembering Din's words, now it was real, Din was in love with him and he loved him back. He frowned when he thought back to Din's accusation, the mandalorian was wrong, utterly wrong, Luke wasn't trying to avoid commitment, in actual fact he opened himself up to Din in ways he had never imagined, that was commitment, he gave himself to Din, in more ways than one. He would have given anything to keep Din in his life, in his arms, in his bed, and if that meant that he needed to leave Mandalore and wait for his man to go back to him anytime he could avoid his Mand'alor 's duties, he would gladly take it.

He blinked realizing his comlink was receiving a signal, he held the device sighing softly when he heard his sister's voice.

"Luke?" He could notice a hint of distress in her voice.

"Lei! Hello." He propped his elbows on his thighs, bringing the comlink to his mouth.

"Oh, fucking finally!" She exclaimed making Luke startle a little. "Are you out of your mind?"

"Wha-"

She cut him off "How is this possible? I can't believe I learnt that you're getting married at second hand, Luke! What is wrong with you? Why didn't you tell me?"

Luke's heart skipped a beat the moment he heard her talking about something he couldn't have, a marriage.

"Lei, I'm not getting married." He said under his breath and his stomach clenched.

"You- Wait." She made a pause "I heard something about a Mandalorian Royal wedding, I assumed... Well, it's not an official source though, so maybe I got it wrong."

"You didn't get it wrong." The Jedi added and rolled his bottom lip between his teeth "Din, Din is the one that's getting married." He added as his breath hitched.

Silence.

"I'm confused. What do you mean Din is getting married?" Leia finally asked.

"There's gonna be a Royal wedding, it's just, things are not going well here, Lei. The council resolved that Din should marry a mandalorian woman." Luke's fingers played with the edges of his belt, trying to detach himself from the words he was saying. It didn't work though, his heart was pounding against his ribcage and he could feel the way tears started filling his eyes.

"What is going on?" She asked and Luke swallowed hard.

"They're trying to prevent a civil war." He drew in a sharp inhale knowing that he couldn't keep this from Leia anymore. "Some mandalorians question Din as their Mand'alor, they called themselves protesters, and since they started this madness people died and others left the planet, so the council's trying to please the faction that supports Bo-Katan Kryze as their rightful ruler. Din needs to marry someone from Kryze's house in order to achieve that."

When he finished he felt lighter but guilty at the same time, revealing Mandalore's inner conflicts didn't sit well with him, suddenly he felt the urge to prevent Leia from spreading the word.

"Please, Leia, keep this between us, the only reason I know about this is because-" He trailed off staring at the com device pressing his lips together.

Is because Din loves me enough to bring me here in the middle of this.

"I know." His sister retorted understanding his silence. "And they're wrong." She deadpanned.

Luke sighed resting his back on the mattress and staring at the ceiling "That's what Din says."

"Well then, is he?"

"What?"

"Is he marrying that woman?"

Luke frowned "He thinks he can fool me, making me believe that he's accepting the council's terms, but he won't marry Koska, I'm pretty sure about it. He's cancelling the wedding even when I asked him not to, and I told him I was leaving Mandalore right away since I felt I was getting in the middle. He-he thinks that I don't know that he's working with his friend Paz to delay my departure, but he's being so obvious." The Jedi stifled a chuckle finding Din's plan adorable and the mere thought of Din asking Paz to play along made his heart flutter, those terrifying mandalorians in their hard beskar armours teaming up to keep Din's lover on planet no matter what. Absolutely adorable.

"I love him, Leia." Luke said absentmindedly, lips quirking into a smile. "I'm in love with Din." He added, he needed to say it, he wanted to say it.

"Then why are you doing this? Giving up on Din so easily."

Luke ran his fingers through his hair "I'm not giving up on Din, we're still seeing each other, just that... we need to be discreet."

"Well, I know you and you're gonna be miserable and you know that too, Luke."

"I'm doing this because there's no other way." He sat up on the mattress swiftly, gritting his teeth "These protesters are a threat, Leia."

"So you're running away, babe."

"Stop it. I'm already suffering a lot." A tear rolled down his cheek "You don't know how hard this is, you didn't have to see Din's face when I rejected his proposal, his eyes, those soft eyes, full of sadness and heartbreak, this is killing me, you-" He cut himself off as he choked with emotion.

"Wait, he proposed to you? Luke, please, just, listen to him, he's a clever man, I'm pretty sure he knows what's best, and clearly, marrying this woman is not a solution."

Luke remained silent for a while brushing his fingers against his now wet cheek, "I'm leaving tomorrow night, I don't care if Paz comes out with some excuse, I'm leaving, I shouldn't be here right now, I'm a distraction, Din needs to focus and solve this."

"Are you sure you're leaving because you're distracting Din? Or are you preventing yourself from embracing your feelings and acting on them?" Luke's eyes went round, it was overwhelming how easily Leia could read him, even when she was parsecs away, and, above that, she wasn't seeing his face at that very moment. "And what about the little one? The way I see it you're leaving them when they need you most."

Luke's heart jumped into his throat realizing he was leaving both of them behind, maybe Grogu was more than just a Padawan to him, but he wouldn't dare to acknowledge that. Not yet.

"I'm doing the best I can." He said sheepishly trying to convince himself.

"I don't think so, Luke. Just do me a favour, imagine this, you, alone on Yavin 4, waiting for them to come back to you, picture yourself not knowing if they're safe on Mandalore."

"Don't-" Luke managed to say as he felt a knot building in the pit of his stomach.

"Exactly." She added and Luke rested his elbow on his thigh burying his fingers in his hair. He sighed deeply and nodded.

"I missed you, Leia." He smiled briefly feeling at ease for the first time since Din told him about the council's decision.

"Take your time, I certainly don't need you here right now and Yavin 4 can kriffing wait. And Luke, please let me know if this nonsense escalates, Mandalore is not an independent world anymore."

"I know."

"Take care of yourself, Luke. I love you."

Luke could hear a feeble chuckle coming from her before she ended the com. He left the comlink on the mattress beside his thigh and huffed hunching forward. The silence engulfed him, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

This was going to be a long night.

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Din walked to Grogu's room coming to a halt by the door, ad'ika was still sleeping, curling up in his small bed, his little feet sticking out of the covers, his mouth open and his snoring too loud as usual. Din smiled fondly still staring at the little one when he heard a knock on the main door. He put his helmet back on and walked towards the entrance, kicking the refectory table in the process "Ah fuck!" He said finally opening the door, squeezing his eyes shut, grimacing in pain behind his visor, when he opened his eyes he saw Luke's face before him and his heartbeat sped up, for a split second he truly believed that the Jedi was standing in front of him until he realized that it was just an illusion, the eyes staring at his visor weren't as brilliant as Luke's, and he was wearing a mandalorian armour "Miko." He said breathlessly, feeling a stabbing pain in his pinky toe.

Concerned, Miko curled his hand around his upper arm "Your highness, what's going on?"

"Ah." Din grunted "I think I broke a toe."

"Let me help you, sir." He said grabbing a chair "Please, sit down, I'm taking your boot off." Din nodded and obliged. The young guard knelt before him and since Din could only see his hair from that angle he could fool himself pretending Luke was taking care of him. Even better, Luke taking care of him while wearing mandalorian armour. Din needed to look away, still remembering Luke's words, Luke's promises, Luke's eyes when he said he loved him. Luke. Luke. Luke.

"Sir, it looks pretty awful, but I don't think it's broken." Miko looked up at him smiling.

"Thank you." Din said leaning forward to grab his boot.

"Sir, I know it is none of my business, but I can tell that you're under a lot of pressure." The guard observed standing up, walking around the chair, coming to a halt behind Din "It's pretty obvious that your mind is somewhere else these days. It's the wedding, isn't it?" He rested his hands on Din's pauldrons.

Din's muscles tensed up under the boy's touch.

"Miko." He sighed "What are you doing here? Is the council ready?"

"Not yet, Sir. I just wanted to know that you were doing fine. I know the Jedi stayed in his own room last night." He said as he started brushing his fingers against Din's neck. Din seized his wrist and the boy stopped in his tracks.

"Stop it." Din said flatly still not looking at Miko.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but like I said, you look tense, I can help you, Your highness, I'm good at giving massages, just, see, right here." He pressed his thumb against the base of Din's neck eliciting a hiss from him "Yeah, right there." Miko chuckled as he started kneading and rubbing between Din's beskar plates.

Surprisingly, Din found himself relaxing under the boy's ministrations, he closed his eyes for a while until he felt the tip of Miko's fingers rubbing his hair, his slender fingers slipping inside his helmet "No." He said leaning forward and the boy withdrew his hands from him.

"I'm sorry, sir." He hesitantly rested his hand on Din's pauldron again "You're special sir, I can tell."

Din tilted his helmet trying to look at the boy, but Miko was rubbing his collarbones with both hands "I'm good at pleasing, men used to tell me how good I was."

Din's heart broke the moment he heard Miko saying that, he grabbed his hands still pressed against his collarbone "Where were you before Paz recruited you?"

"I spent seven years training with an elite mandalorian group." The boy sighed "I lost them when I was eighteen, for the first time in my life I was alone, I traveled through the galaxy until, one night in a cantina, this man told me that they needed a bounty hunter, not just one job, but, like, work for them exclusively." He swayed on his feet "Between jobs, the wealthy man often asked me to stay with him and his friends. They were nice and everything, but you're different, sir. That's why I look up to you, Your highness, I want to be as respectable as you, sir." Din closed his eyes squeezing Miko's hands letting go of them as he stood up slowly.

"Miko, you already are." Din said finally facing him.

The smile on the boy's face reached his eyes.

"And Paz was right, you're a terrific warrior, I saw you training, I'm honoured to have you here."

"Thank you, sir." He closed the distance between them staring at Din's chest plate not able to look at his black visor "And the Jedi is very lucky, sir. I hope you can find a way and wriggle out of this arrangement."

"What?" Din's heart skipped a beat. Of course. It was only a matter of time before they found out about Luke and Din's relationship.

Miko looked at his visor pressing his lips together "What they're asking you... it's wrong. You deserve to be happy, Your highness, and marry the man you love." He clicked his tongue and took a few steps back "He's a lucky man, the Jedi."

Din froze, blinking astonished behind his helmet, this guy was calling Luke a lucky man but Din considered that statement inaccurate, painfully inaccurate, the Jedi did not dither, not even for a second, when he rejected what Din was offering him, being a clan, raising Grogu together, living together, loving him forever and a day.

Din shifted from one foot to the other, tilting his helmet and staring at Miko in silence.

Miko folded his arms behind his body nodding "I'll let you know when the council is ready, sir."

Din nodded back "Till then." He finally said, walking behind Miko and when they reached the door, he covered the control panel with his hand, Miko looked at him sideways "Miko, don't tell anyone about this... Uh, about Luke."

The boy frowned shaking his head vigorously "Of course, sir."

Din pressed the button and the door slid open, Din stiffened when he saw Luke standing before them. For real this time. Miko shrugged staring at the floor and hurried to leave the chamber "Jedi Master." He said brushing past Luke avoiding eye contact with him.

Din's eyes were fixed on the little Jedi's face, and his blood turned cold when he saw the way Luke narrowed his eyes as he watched Miko's retreating form.

He looked back at Din quirking an eyebrow.

Din sighed walking to the centre of the living room, Luke closed the door behind him.

"It's not what you think." He rested his hands on his hips.

"I know." The blonde said approaching him, Din froze when Luke wrapped his arms around him. "I didn't sleep a wink last night." He said pressing his forehead against Din's helmet.

"Luke, cyare." Din said in a low-pitched voice bringing his hands up to stroke Luke's shoulder blades "Neither did I."

When Luke pulled back his eyes looked tired but tender making Din's heart leap in his chest "Take my helmet off, cyar'ika."

Little Jedi tilted his head biting down onto his bottom lip and Din sighed finding the sight breathtaking. He closed his eyes, waiting, only opening them when he felt a slight breeze caressing his face, he blinked a couple of times, Luke was so close, his blue eyes traveling down to his lips, Din swallowed tightly in anticipation, the Jedi pressed closer bringing their chest together, nuzzling Din's jaw "Din." He sighed, pressing a soft kiss on his neck as Din threaded his fingers through his blonde hair.

"What are you doing, cyare?" He asked out of breath, he tilted his head rubbing his face against Luke's.

"I-I don't know." The Jedi said running his hand down Din's chest plate.

"I thought you were avoiding me." Din added trying to catch his blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, you're right." Little Jedi frowned trying to pull away but Din tightened his grip around his waist. He locked eyes with Din "It's just, I spent the whole night missing you..." He ran his hands over Din's arms "Missing this... and I found myself walking to your door somehow. I realized I told you that nothing would change but, since last night everything changed." He let out a little sigh "I was leaving Mandalore tonight and all I've done was misspend our last day together." Luke cupped Din's face and rubbed his patchy beard with the tip of his fingers earning him a hiss from the mandalorian. Din couldn't blink, he was lost in little Jedi's eyes not believing this was really happening. "I told you once-" Luke shook his head slowly "Right here, in this same room, just a couple of days ago, that I couldn't tell you that everything would be alright but I promised you that we would be here for you, always, and I failed you, I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry." He pressed his lips against Din's softly, closing his eyes and Din mirrored him, when he broke the kiss he opened his eyes breathing in "I'm here now."

Din closed his eyes nodding and pressing their foreheads together "Good, because I need you, cyare." He sighed in relief, opening his eyes and pulling back to stare at Luke's face "Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, I asked for a meeting, I'm gonna tell them that the deal is off. Please, don't hide, I'm gonna need you right beside me. Can you do that, Luke?" His heart was thudding frantically.

The blonde Jedi frowned staring at Din's chest plate, he seemed deep in thought, he looked at Din's eyes again "I understand now, that you're doing this not only because of me, but also because of you. I shouldn't have pushed you to accept this marriage. I have no right."

That statement made Din huff "Don't say that, I know you were hurt, I get it." He shrugged and then he held Luke's face between his hands "Right, I'm doing this because of you, because of me and Grogu, because Koska shouldn't be tied to me but to the person she really chose, and-" He pursed his lips "And because our people deserve better. If I married Koska it would have been like we're giving the protesters a pat on their backs while the blood of fifteen of our people are on their hands. I can't accept that."

"Gods, Din, you're kriffing right." Luke nodded and Din's heart skipped a beat, this was a dream. A pleasant dream after a long, painful nightmare. "Din." Luke said quietly moving his face a little, softly nuzzling the palm of his gloved hand still on his cheek, he put his own hand atop Din's and closed his eyes.

"Do you trust me, cyare?" Din was eager to know, he needed to know if this was real, if he was actually standing there, in front of his love, hearing him say the right words.

The Jedi's eyes twinkled charmingly "With my life." He said under his breath, lips grazing the tip of Din's fingers, the tenderness and the intimacy of the moment making Din's head spin, he parted his lips letting out a groan, Luke cast a glance at him under his lashes as a lopsided smile appeared on his gorgeous face.

"Are you with me, cyar'ika?" Oh, he was enjoying this.

Luke chuckled blinking in the most alluring way "Tatooine and back, Din."

"Fuck, you're killing me, Luke." Din whispered and captured Luke's lips in a kiss. "Yeah, I missed this too." He said as he pulled back.

A knock on the door caught Din's full attention, he put his helmet back on "That's probably Miko, the council is waiting for us."

"Us?" Luke frowned.

"The three of us, you, Grogu and I." He said nodding and turning around walking towards Grogu's room.

When he came back Luke was standing by the main door, Din approached him putting little Grogu in his arms, baby was yawning, still, the moment he saw Luke his big brown eyes went impossible wide, he babbled merrily, snuggling up to him, rubbing his little face against his chest. Luke smiled proudly and pressed a kiss on top of the baby's head.

"We are doing this together." Din swallowed hard still believing in his clan of three, his little clan of warriors. He took a few steps forward and opened the door, he turned around to stare at his ad'ika and his cyare, Luke nodded reassuringly.

No more pain.

[thefuckinsandes]

Pedro Boys Birthday Headcanons

Whether it's your birthday or not, here are some headcanons of how some of our favorite boys will treat you on your special day. Featuring Javier Peña, Marcus Pike, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Agent Whiskey, Oberyn Martell, and Max Phillips x female reader

Warnings: smut (NO MINORS), oral (fem receiving), soft dom/sub, light somnophilia (maybe??? just in case adding it)

Javier Peña

Javier would start your birthday by surprising you between your legs. That man’s gift for you would be hard thrusts, lengthy moans and a sweet release. His hands grip your hips as he chases for your release. “Sing for me, baby.”

After cleaning up, Javi would attempt to make breakfast for you, but let’s be real, it’s not gonna come out great so you take over. Javi would wrap his arms around you as you are cooking and gently sing happy birthday and place soft kisses on your neck.

Javier cleans up and tells you to go relax on the couch. But as he is about to do the dishes, you kiss his lips and slowly make your way down to your knees. “Let me unwrap my birthday present first.”

Marcus Pike

Marcus would wake you up with breakfast in bed. He would place candles on top of your favorite kind of pancakes (that he woke up early to make) and sing happy birthday to you. After breakfast, he’d take you to your favorite spots. Bookstores, museums, coffee shops, anywhere you want!

After a romantic birthday dinner, he draws you a bath where you relax into his arms. Well, once he feels you squirming in the tub trying to get even closer, he lifts you out of the tub and takes you to bed where he makes sure to show you how much he loves you.

He would make sure to show you how much you meant to him. He has you on top of him, keeping you close as he thrusted up into you. You cry out his name as he marks your neck. His eyes are feral when he feels your release. He’s just getting started.

Din Djarin

Birthdays aren’t much to Din, but when it comes down to yours, you know that he will find a way to make you feel special. Din would start your birthday by pressing light kisses against your neck as his arms bring you closer to him. “Happy birthday, my sweet girl.” You love how you feel against him. Warm and safe.

He’d let you pick out a planet to visit and as you are in hyperspace, he’d have his way with you in the cockpit. He has you riding him as he whispers how beautiful you look. “That’s my birthday girl. Can you give me another one?” You cry out his name as he gives you a rough thrust. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

Once you’ve arrived at your destination, he lets you explore as he keeps a watchful eye on you. You drag him into an alleyway and push him against the wall, “Can you give me another present now?”

Frankie Morales

Frankie wakes you up by pressing sweet kisses against your shoulders while he sings to you. He presses two kisses whenever there is a pause to the song. You giggle any time he reaches your ticklish areas. He gives you a shit-eating grin and asks if you want your gift now or later. You tell him later, wanting to just cuddle with him and enjoy the morning together. He laughs and brings you into his arms, but it’s not too long when his hands begin to wander.

The moment he kisses your lips, you lose the battle and accept the sweet defeat. With his tongue, he spells out “happy birthday” as you grip his fluffy hair and let that sweet release flow. The grip only encourages him even more as he grabs your legs and places them over his shoulders. “Frankie!”

As soon as Frankie cleans you up, he asks again if you want your gift. You look at him confused, thinking that was your gift. He only smiles and says, “That was just the beginning, love. Just wait until I get you out of this bed. The best is yet to come.”

Agent Jack "Whiskey" Daniels

You’d wake up to Jack nibbling your clavicle. A sigh would escape your lips as you brought his face towards your own. You gave him a soft kiss as he murmured a happy birthday to you.

“Are you ready for your gift, baby girl?” Jack moves from the bed and disappears for a second. He returns back with a box, a bright red bow on top. You giggle with excitement and open it, revealing a gold necklace with the word “baby” hanging from the chain.

The necklace bounces off your chest as you ride Jack. His stetson is placed on top of your head, covering your forehead. “That’s it, baby girl. You like the gift daddy got you?” His hand moves to rub that sweet spot between your thighs. “Yes, daddy! Thank you for the pretty gift!” Your moans increase as his pace does. “It’s only the beginning, baby. Just wait until you see what I have for you outside of this room.”

Oberyn Martell

You begin your name day with Oberyn thrusting into you as you awaken. Your moans of pleasure only increase his pace. Oberyn moans loudly before leaning down towards you and enveloping your lips into his for a deep and fiery kiss.

“Happy Name Day, my princess.” He tells you, pulling you close and basking in the afterglow of passion. You thank him as you cuddle closer to him. You place kisses against his chest, enjoying the warmth that he provides.

Oberyn summons a bath for the two of you, ensuring that your favorite scents and soaps are prepared for you. He takes his time washing your body, feeling all of your luscious curves. His touches fueled the flames in your core and you climbed onto his lap, planting a hungry kiss on his lips with a delicious roll of your hips.

Max Phillips

You wake up to the feeling of Max’s cool fingers tracing your hips. Making their way to your waist, the side of your breast, all the way to your neck. Max breathes against your neck before kissing your pulse point. “Happy birthday, beautiful.”

Max celebrates your day by decorating the whole house with balloons and streamers, going all out because he can. “Nothing is too much for my baby.” He bought you a stunning dress that accentuates your body and takes you to the most expensive restaurant, because you deserve the best.

As soon as you return home, you feel his silk tie wrap around your eyes. He leads you into the bedroom and as soon as you step in, he rips the dress off your body. “I’ll buy you more,” he moans as he wraps your legs around his waist, lifting you higher against the wall. Your moans only encourage his thrusts. “That’s it, birthday girl. Just wait and see what else I have for you.”

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Taglist: @evyiione

[mandoalorian]

Honeymoon [Din Djarin x F!Reader] - **SMUT**

Summary: You’ve been saving your credits for months in order to treat your husband to the surprise honeymoon you both deserve. He’s a little on edge though, despite the luscious, tropical environment he’s surrounded by. So, as his wife, you do everything in your means to get him to relax.

Warnings: unprotected p in v, riding, cockwarming, orgasm denial, cunningless, cum eating, spanking, anal fingering, breeding kink, slight sub!Din if you squint. 18+ only.

Word count: 2600+

Reblogs appreciated. 💙

Beyond The Sea Masterlist

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Marrying Din Djarin was the best decision of your life. 

Standing dead centre in the middle of your hotel suite, your husband had never looked so out of place. The yon orange sunlight seeped through the crack in the voile curtains, and a warm, summer breeze waved gently through your hair. You could tell, even through his beskar Mandalorian helmet, that your husband was completely stricken by the beauty of the great outdoors. Your view from outside the hotel suite was a novelty, for sure. The beach’s water circled around the hotel and pooled outside into a tranquil, turquoise coloured ocean. A distance from your window, but not too far, was a growing jungle of vines and trees, habited by various reptilian animals that were distinct to the planet of Scarif. You couldn’t wait to meet them all.

You’d saved up credits, and it had taken almost a year, but finally— finally, you could afford this. A sanctuary. A small vacation. Something you could call your honeymoon. It was long overdue.

Din had warned you when you married him that a honeymoon wasn’t on the cards. It just wasn’t plausible. He was a bounty hunter and he worked every damn day, risking his life just so he could bring back enough credits to put food on the table for you and Grogu. A holiday of any sorts was out of the question.

But you’d been saving up in secret, and if he’d ever found out about your planned endeavour — well, he’d never approve. Good job he’d managed to keep out of your way when you bought the tickets for the five star hotel suite. What proved to be even more of a challenge, was persuading Din to take you to the remote and tropical island planet of Scarif. 

You left the kid with Peli Motto on Tatooine, much to Din’s disdain. You’d spoken to Greef and broken a deal with him in secret; that the guild master was not allowed to provide Din with any bounties prior to the week you were due to go away. Everything rolled out perfectly, just as planned.

For the first time in a long time, your clan of three was living a stress free life, void of any anxieties related to Din and his profession. You loved him with your mind, body and soul, and accepted him for who he was. But part of you, a small part of your heart, hoped that one day, maybe he’d give up bounty hunting for good. He was getting older now. You’d occasionally pick out the greying hairs in his stubble, and the crinkles in the corners of his starry brown eyes were becoming increasingly more prominent. There was a beautiful galaxy out there, and he’d only seen the bad parts. The parts that were rampant with crime and death. You hoped that this honeymoon trip to Scarif would show him the true beauty of the world -- and everything he was missing out on.

He couldn’t bounty hunt forever. One of these days, he was going to have to settle down.

“I can’t believe you did this,” Din announced, picking up some complimentary hotel chocolates that had been left on his pillow. He pulled off his mustard coloured gloves and began to fiddle with the red foil wrapper. “All of this. I can’t believe you did all of this without me knowing.”

“I was afraid you’d be mad at me.” you mumbled, subconsciously rocking backwards and forwards on your heels. Din couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this trip had cost you, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the exact figure. 

“I am mad at you.” He retorted, but you could sense the air of amusement in his voice. Din Djarin was an esteemed bounty hunter, the best in the Guild. He prided himself in being the best too. He was always one step ahead of everyone, always knowing what was about to come before others even knew themselves. Apparently though, his skill was lost on you. Part of him though, was proud. A pretty big part of him, to be exact.

He was chuffed to be able to call you his wife. He didn’t believe the day would ever come. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you pondered out loud, looking around the hotel suite. “Did you see those big colourful birds as we walked in? They were enormous. We should check out the gift shop and buy a disposable camera. I know Grogu would love to see the photos when we get back.”

Din tilted his helmet in acknowledgement of your comment, but opted to stay silent, his eyes fixated on you and only you. Yeah, he was sure Scarif was a beautiful planet (there was no doubt in his mind), but not even all the colourful birds or glistening waters in the whole galaxy could ever compare to the beauty of you. Your eyes snapped back towards Din when he didn’t respond, and you felt your mouth part as a knowing sigh escaped your lips.

“Tell me you don’t…” you closed your eyes, already mentally preparing yourself for his answer. “...Tell me you don’t have hunting mode initiated under that tin can helmet of yours.”

You knew that, under his black tinted visor, he was always in hunting mode. He had to ensure your safety one way or another. When he turned off hunting mode, everything was normal and in colour (despite this one glitch of pixels he had to get fixed). But when he was in hunting mode, his vision was a dull chiaroscuro. 

“We don’t know how safe this planet is,” Din declared, his voice stern as he tried to reason with you. “We just arrived and I’ve never been here before. I haven’t even done a recce.”

You extended your arm and shushed him. “You haven’t been here before because no bounty or crime syndicate ever comes to Scarif. Since the battle between the Rebellion and the Empire, it’s been under full surveillance by the New Republic. There is security on every corner.”

“That doesn’t exactly work well in my favour.” Din muttered, although deep down he knew you were right.

“Do you really think I would’ve taken you somewhere that wasn’t safe for either of us? I’ve been planning this honeymoon for months, Din. Please, trust me.”

It hurt, seeing your husband like this. After bounty hunting his whole life, he was so… on edge. He always struggled to relax. You thought a tropical vacation might’ve just done the trick but maybe he needed more.

“Okay, you’re right. I trust you.” Din sighed in admittance, and you cracked one of your sweetest smiles at his revelation. It was enough to ease Din, even just temporarily.

“It’s too late to do anything now,” you said, biting your lip as you peeked behind the curtains and watched the sunset. “We can just stay in the hotel room and order room service, if you’d like.”

Din nodded, following your direction. He didn’t know the first thing about vacationing. But if one thing intrigued him, it was the luxurious king sized bed that stood before him. It was dressed in ivory satin sheets and silk pillow cases, and it was certainly nothing like the plank of steel you’d both lay on, back in the Crest. No, this was a real bed. You’d caught him staring at it and couldn’t help but smile at the smirk that played on your lips.

“Take off your helmet.” You requested.

“I--,” Din hesitated. “Someone could walk in and see me.”

“The door is locked. We have privacy,” you assured him. Din fumbled around some more. His heart stopped when you planted both your hands on his shoulders and searched for his eyes beneath the visor. “Trust me.” you reminded him with a plea of desperation.

He nodded and slowly began to lift off his helmet. And there, he revealed himself. Your husband. Though you’d seen his face many times now, you’d still always get an out-of-body experience, watching him take it off. Like it was some kind of sin.

“I love you so much,” Din’s unmodulated voice announced, and his brown eyes bored into your beauty. You smiled, feeling a wave of heat wash over your cheeks as you leaned your head into his chest. You slowly began to undress his plates of beskar armour, dropping them to the ground as you discarded them into a pile on the floor. “Such a pretty girl,” he cooed, and you shuddered, feeling his warm breath fan over the shell of your ear. “My pretty girl. All mine.”

“All yours,” you confirmed, dropping the final plate of beskar to the floor. “You need to relax, my love.”

“That word is foreign to me.” Din told you, smoothing out your hair before dropping his large hands down to your hips.

“So let me help you.”

You guided Din over to the bed he’d been eyeing up all night and helped him out of his under clothes, stripping him down to his boxer shorts only. You straddled his hips, pushing him back down amongst the satin sheets and letting your hands wander along his broad, scarred chest. He groaned wantonly. Your tender touch combined with the unfamiliar softness of what lay beneath him was almost enough to make him enter a meltdown. You hummed softly, your voice lulling him in the most comforting manner imaginable. Your fingers dipped further down his body and traced the short tufts of brown hair that poked out the hem of his underwear. Feeling your fingers fiddle with his waistband as he lay on the king sized bed felt ethereal. It was almost too much, he had to stop himself from swatting your hand away. If Din could have it his way, he’d grab you and roll you over, so he was on top -- taking control over you. But you had done this, all of this, to try and help him relax. So, he just lay there and surrendered to you.

The sky was dimming as the minutes passed by. You made a good habit to take your time with him, missing this kind of intimacy. Truthfully, it was hard to ever catch moments like this with Grogu being around. You and Din practically always had to sacrifice loving, passionate sex for quickies in between his bounties; and it wasn’t always easy.

“You-- you look so pretty like this, on top of me.” Your husband gasped out, his already dark eyes growing shades darker with lust.

For a split second, you pulled off him and untied your tunic, letting your simple robe fall to the ground and revealing your almost naked body to him. He was obsessed with you. Absolutely smitten, and it was unlike anything he’d ever been like with anyone ever before. Straddling him once more, you began to grind over his half hard cock, moaning at the friction between his underwear and your lace panties.

You leaned down and pressed your soft lips against his, enveloping him into a sweet kiss. You drop your lips along his gruff jaw and down the column of his neck, making a conscious effort to suck at his sweet spot you’d memorised so well. Reluctantly, you pulled off him and hovered over his lap, signalling with your hands for him to pull down his underwear. He took his hardening cock in his hand and wiped the beads of precum that had developed at his head. Taking the salty seed on his index finger, he brought it up to your mouth and pushed the digit in between your lips. You moaned longingly, relishing in his taste before pulling off him with a pop.

Din pulled off your panties and began to stroke between your folds, groaning when he felt just how slick and ready you were for him. He squeezed your hips and nodded, illustrating that he was ready, and you took a deep breath, anticipating the delicious stretch his cock offered you. You sank down on top of him, your eyes snapping shut as you felt every amazing bump and ridge and vein of his manhood grind along your fluttering walls.

He seated deep inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust, and he began to rub tight circles into your clit. He was absolutely mesmerized by you. You chanted his name like it was a prayer, and Din wondered how he ever got so lucky.

Feeling you clench around him and sensing you were about to cum, Din removed his hand from your cunt and gave you a small spanking on the curve of your ass. Your gasp of shock from your orgasm denial turned into a wanton moan as you wiggled further down on him. You giggled, nudging your nose against his as you felt the same finger he’d used earlier on you, make its way to your puckered asshole. Anal was something you’d been working your way up to, but hadn’t tried yet.

“Do you want this?” Din asked, teasing your entrance with the tip of his finger.

“Mhm,” you nodded desperately.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he beckoned, a wicked smirk gracing his soft pink lips.

“Y-yes,” you whispered.

“I can’t hear you,” Din growled, giving you another spank. “Tell me you want it.”

“I want it,” you cried, “P-please Din, fuck, please. I want it.”

“Dirty girl.” He gritted out, slowly pushing his digit inside of you.

Maker, you were full. In every way imaginable, Din was filling you up, stretching you wide, and it felt… amazing. You began to rock your hips over his cock as he lazily thrust his finger inside your asshole, and you felt yourself panting with every little stroke and movement.

“You look so good, like this,” Din gasped. “Won’t last long.”

And, he didn’t. The second he felt you cumming on top of him, your walls gripping his girth tighter than a vice, he came undone. His load was large, as expected, as his seed spurted in ropes inside of you. Din’s hands wrapped around your stomach and he began to rub soothing circles in your tummy. You didn’t lift off him, but instead, relished the feeling of his cock softening inside of you.

“Maybe this time it’ll work,” he grumbled. “And if not, we’ll keep trying. I won’t stop til I’ve put a baby inside of you, cya’re.”

You hummed and stretched out over him, resting your sticky forehead against his. “Good job we have all honeymoon.”

Din chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and cupping your cheek with his hand. Well, if you’d accomplished one thing, it was that Din was certainly feeling more relaxed, that’s for sure.

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[thesmutbasement]

Welcome to The Control Room: Dom/Sub action to scratch that itch!

Everything here in The Smut Basement is for 18+ friends only! Minors and unverified persons will be blocked. Please heed ALL author warnings when you click a link.

Dave York (Equalizer 2)

Dulcis Part 1 & Dulcis Part 2 by @juletheghoul (Reader is a 2nd grade teacher and has to call Mr. & Mrs. York when their daughter Alice punches a boy at school. Dave sets his sights on the teacher and slowly draws her into his web, despite the fact that she's engaged. He's controlling and hot and kind of scary. This is hot Suburban Murder Daddy at his best!! -Claire)

Make Your Bed, Then Lie In It (Part 1) by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (Well, apparently Claire enjoys a good mean!Dave York fic, because this was so hot that Claire promised herself she wasn't going to read it until she was finished with homework, but her little fingers just danced right over to the link during a "short break" and now here we are. I hope you're happy... because I SURE AM!! --Claire)… (And now we have been blessed with Part 2 and Claire is now a small puddle of just yearning and horny.)

We Can Do Better by @underwood0723 (Dom!Dave York x reader/wife, and he goes HARD and FILTHY. Please heed the warnings! And I'm a little scared, because Mary said she "didn't go full filthy" so now I'm wondering just what to expect now? Help?--Claire)

Wicked by @criticallyacclaimedstranger (This dom!Dave York piece was so hot that it made Claire break her "Friday" fic rec list and do a whole new Monday edition. It also made the author start writing more Dave York, so win-win for all of us!)

Din Djarin/Mando (The Mandalorian)

Drabble/Thots about Din by @frannyzooey (Please say a prayer and light a candle for Claire's coochie, it died from horniness after reading this very short, VERY HOT Ask about Din and ropes and goddamn, that was HOT. -Claire)

Just This Once by @mcfreakin-bxtch (This is a mean!Mando fic with a real hot fuck right up against the wall of the ship. Definitely need to keep a cold glass of water nearby while you read this, and maybe a fire extinguisher, too. Oh AND it’s just the first in the series. So have fun!! —Claire)

Rough Hands by @oscarseyebrow (Whoooo!!! This is pure, rough, decadent smut, and I loved every single word of it. Dom!Din welcoming wife!Reader home from her long work trip by roughing her up in the throne room? Come on… I didn’t have a chance against this fic. Give it a try!! -Claire)

Show Me, Feel Me, Teach Me by @parker-razor (Din's ship assistant is a virgin, and the truth comes to light one night during a drinking game. Parking this here in The Control Room because of the innocence kink, and Mando taking control in a soft!Dom way (soft!Dom until chapter 7, anyway) 🔥🔥🔥 to show her how good things could be. This was HOT!! As of this posting we're at 7 chapters. Can't wait for more! -Claire)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Yes Sir, Mr. Moreno by @absurdthirst (This is dom!Marcus Moreno and it is worth you clearing your schedule to read all 10k+ words. You will not be able to stand after reading this, like Claire, who temporarily lost function in her legs, so maybe clear a space to lay down, too.)

The Hammock by @radiowallet (This soft dom!Marcus Moreno two-parter is a part of Cat’s Poorly Wired Circuit series and if you haven’t read that yet then go to her masterlist, read that first, and then come back to read this. It is exactly what you think, sex in a hammock, but still every bit of exciting and HOT.) - Lauren

Step Into My Office, Baby by @deadhumourist (This delicious little one-shot features mean!Marcus Moreno doing some hardcore brat-taming when Reader storms into his office to protest some budget cuts. HOT HOT HOT! -Claire)

Marcus Pike (The Mentalist)

Show Me Your True Colors by @221bshrlocked (Marcus Pike needs help with a counterfeit case from female Reader/Art Professor. After an exciting interrogation of the suspect, she asks Marcus over to her place for dinner. Their discussion of her erotic paintings leads to a VERY HOT dom!Marcus showing us what he can do. This is worth you clearing your afternoon schedule to read about 4 times! -Claire)

Stressed by @generallybrontidefeelings (A soft dom!Marcus Pike series to make you forget all your stresses where all you can think about is him railing you into next week. Pun from the interlude included. You’ll see. ) - Lauren

Take Charge by @littlepadika (Marcus notices that his female co-worker is extremely overworked and under-appreciated. He knows that what she needs is to be taken care of, and he’s just the man to do it. When she offers to help him brush up on his interrogation techniques, things heat up! -Claire)

Unexpected by @outercrasis (This scratched every dom!Marcus itch I had. There is something to be said about him looking so….innocent but the man knows his color system. 🥵 This might be called Unexpected, but I expect nothing less than filthy goodness when it comes to Birdie.) - Lauren

Zach Wellison (Brothers and Sisters)

Good Day by @yespolkadotkitty (I want you all to understand that YPDK is the Queen of writing hot shit for some of the lesser-known-but-no-less-hot Pedro characters, and this Zach Wellison fic is a prime example! Reader asks Zach to dominate her a little and he delivers!! Oh good lord does he deliver! I've read it about four different times now. Four. Please go follow my lead. -Claire)

Jack “Whiskey” Daniels (Kingsman 2: The Golden Circle)

The Rest Of You by @ezrasbirdie (This was so fucking hot that I just about had an out of body experience. 🥵🔥 Birdie is the queen of writing smut. Just a warning: make sure you don’t have any plans after reading this one. Clear your calendar because all you’ll be able to think about is being tied up by this cowboy.) - Lauren

Whiskey's Bad Girl mini-series by @just-here-for-the-moment (Yeah, that's right, I'm posting my own hot shit here, because if you're after some HOT dom!Whiskey and how he punishes his "bad girl" then you're in for a treat! Shameless self-promotion, people! It's how we get eyeballs on our work!! -Claire)

Frankie “Catfish” Morales (Triple Frontier)

Buttons by @littlepadika and @beskarprincessjenny (Dom!Frankie brings me to my knees every goddamn time. You decide to be a little brat and rile him up to get him to be a feral mess while you’re out with his friends. Give me my punishment reward by allowing me to have their Frankie. This is a pussy clencher I’ll tell you that much, but you’ll just have to read and find out yourself.) - Lauren

To be continued...

Bottom of the Basement: Filthy Fic Recs Masterlist

[thewriterowl]

i’ve heard mention… of a “cursed statue luke au”… it sounds super interesting, do you mind elaborating? (huge fan of your works by the way, your writing style is very good and i enjoy your use of imagery)

Ok, so...this is not my fault. I was talking to some people and then, before this fic of cursed statue Din was read, someone shared an amazing and sexy idea of Luke riding statue Din and he comes alive and they just have a lot of sex...seriously, there is a hivemind in this community, I swear. We all think of things at the same time.

Anyhow, so I was told this, and then I read the fic, and of course I went problematic (yeah, I'm aware of the tiktoks lol) and made it dark with a sub-tone.

TW: Dark elements

So, Luke is the son of a wizard who turned dark and who is doing everything he can to tempt Luke to living forever and ruling with him. Luke, of course, refuses.

He is then brought to his knees, his face tilted, hands out and wrists up, as if he is reaching for someone...his expression could be read as pleading, fear, or love, as he becomes beautiful marble.

Anakin touches his face and gives him a cruel smile, "Once you call for me, you will be free. Until then, you are to remain here, bowed before others, always reaching, and never able to be truly touched back. You'll drive them as mad as you do me."

Luke is cursed to remain like this, never moving but somehow making so many hungry for him. And anytime he gets a private "owner" that needed Luke for their own, they are doomed to de...and Luke has to watch (as his father, like a shadow of horror, would sneak in and kill them).

Luke is passed from museum to museum and is the most stolen (and then re-found) piece of art in the world. Even with the rumors on what happens to those who steal him well known, people still cannot help but steal him.

It goes on for years and Luke is just in pain watching people lose their minds and die for him. He begs his father to stop...but he refuses to give into what his father wants.

Then one thief comes and takes him away and things are so different.

The thief doesn't do anything to him. Nothing improper like others (though the man does touch himself over Luke and it makes Luke wail internally with want). He trails over Luke's face, talks to him, treats him kindly even tho he is just a statue, and is warm and loving and Luke just wants to move and fall into the man's arms and just feel and be happy again.

Soon, his father begins to appear and threaten the man named Din, and Luke is just breaking. He can't watch this man suffer for him. He was in love with Din and can't see a good man and father be killed.

He begs his daddy to please let him go, that he'll do and give anything, just keep Din safe.

Din catches him when he is all of a sudden back as a real man, trembling and gasping as he feels air for the first time in hundreds of years, trying to warn Din to run and to be safe, when Din kisses him hard, urging him to just rest now.

Then Anakin appears, grinning, "I told you you're a better actor than you believed, Djarin."

Luke is then horrified to realize that his father and the man he had fallen in love with were working together and now Luke is completely trapped.

[fandom-blackhole]

Sinful Sunday!!

AN: Well folks we made it to number 10 of Sinful Sundays!!!! Honestly you all have been liking these more than I thought you would and that makes me really happy! Only real announcement for this week is that this week's Wednesday fic is the next part of Merman!Din and I am super excited to get it written and ready for you guys! Anyway, I hop you a have a great week!!

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Marshal Commander Cody x Reader, Sub!Captain Rex x Reader, Din Djarin x Reader, Paz Vizsla x Reader, Ezra (Prospect)x Reader

Marshal Commander Cody x Reader

Ok so I feel like this one is long overdue, but I just wanna say be warned that there is just a lot of smut in this. In my defense my period has me going through some feral ass thoughts…..

It had been a long evening of meetings and schmoozing with other senators at a diplomatic gala that had been thrown by Chancellor Palpatine himself. You were just ready to be in your apartment where you could shed the heavy dress you were wearing along with the tight, migraine-inducing hairdo you were supporting. What you weren’t expecting though, was to only get one digit of your security code into the keypad before your door was swishing open and you were being pulled into your home away from home. Your first instinct was to fight back, not seeing your assailant, then you felt the cold hardness of plastoid digging into your back, as well as the small sliver of deep yellow on the gloves. Instantly you relaxed, and when he let you go you spun around ready to chastise him for his behavior, but when you made eye contact, you could see the hot blaze set in his amber eyes. Gulping you take a step away from him and open your mouth to speak, but are instantly cut off by the man of the hour, Commander Cody, as he growls out, “That’s some dress you have on there, senator.”

Looking down you blush, and avoid eye contact as you say, “We-well, Commander, the style wasn’t necessarily my idea...the color was though.”

The dress was showier than some of your others, having a plunging neckline, as well as open sides that gave off just enough side boob to tease anyone within eyesight. The dress also had two very high leg slits that very clearly showed your legs off with every step you took, and the color, which you had picked purposefully, was very much the same shade that Cody wore proudly on his armor. 

Looking up, you caught Cody’s engulfing gaze as he took in every inch of you, especially lingering on the spots where your breasts showed teasingly and where your thighs were peeking from behind the silky fabric. Finding your voice again you spoke up saying, “I, uh, liked the dress. Thought the color looked nice on me… do you not like it, Cody?”

That had his eyes immediately jerking up to meet your own, and him stepping forward to crowd you into the wall.

“Like it? Do I like it? The second I walked into that party with the General to speak with the Chancellor I could see you, and fuck did you make me want to bend you over right there. Teach you a lesson for walking around dressed like this, how many of those sniveling senators do you think you made harder than they have ever been in their life> Hmm? How many of those men and women do you think came just from the sight of you?”

You only shivered in response to his question, then in the next second, he was smashing his lips into your own in a bruising kiss that left you completely breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Co-cody pl-,” you couldn’t even finish your thought before, he slapped your thigh with enough force to make the sound echo through your quiet apartment and you to whimper before he growled out, “Tonight, it is Commander. I want you in your bed stripped bare and open for me by the time I get this armor off,” he gave you one more bruising kiss, before squeezing your thigh which no doubt had a red mark, as whispered, “Go.”

You were in your room before you could even think. You thanked the maker that the dress wasn’t one of the harder ones to take off and didn’t need more than one pair of hands to peel from your body. The dress, you immediately hung up, not wanting it to get ruined, especially with how much of a reaction it has caused in your favorite Commander. Next you started ripping out all the pins and accessories from your hair, glad that you didn’t need to waste time stripping from underthings because you hadn’t been able to wear them under the dress. The second you heard stopping feet coming closer to your bedroom door, you had pulled the last pin from your hair and launched yourself into bed not wanting to know what punishment Cody would give you tonight with how worked up he obviously was. 

When Cody entered the room, he paused only long enough to take in your flustered and lustful sight with a smirk before climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between your spread legs. 

“Look at you, I haven’t even touched you, and these,” he reached up squeezing your breasts, before pinching your nipples listening to the sinful mewl you give out, “are already hard and begging for me to touch them. Isn’t that right, senator?”

Flustered, you feel heat rise in your face and chest as you nod, embarrassed over just how worked up Commander Cody could so effortlessly make you. But that wasn’t enough of an answer for him, so he reached down with one hand and slapped your wet pussy, enjoying just how wet it felt and sounded as he did. He squeezed your breasts and ran his thumb over your peaked nipple as he said lowly, “Answer me.”

“Yes, yes Cod- Commander. All for you, please,” and as you gave out an answer you knew would please him, you arched your chest up into his touch with a whimper. “Such a good little thing for me.”

Cody made sure and take his time with your breasts, squeezing and pinching them, nipping and marking them, so that by the time he pulled away your chest glistened with his saliva and was colored with bright marks. He watched your heaving chest with an almost possessive gaze for a minute as he reached down and stroked himself a few times. Then his gaze met yours again, and you could see just how much his black pupils had eaten away the amber of his gaze in his lust for you and you couldn’t help the moan that slipped out when you felt the hunger in his gaze. Then you felt the head of his cock being pushed through your slippery folds, nudging against your clit, making your head press back into the pillow as your mouth fell open in a silent moan.

“Tell me how much you want me, come on, I wanna hear it. Beg me for my cock.”

Whimpering, you opened you eyes and met his gaze again and moaned out as his tip brushed over your clit again and said, “Please, Commander.”

You felt him pull his cock away from you and as you started to whimper, it turned into a pleasured mewl as he smacked your cunt again, growling, “You can do better than that, try again.”

Wasting no time, especially as he barely brushed his cock over you teasingly you begged out, “Please, Commander, please please, please. I need you, I need you to put it inside me. Please I need you, Commander.”

Cody muttered some small praise to you as he pressed into you, graning about how good you feel. Instead of slamming into you as you had expected, Cody made sure to sink into you slowly, making sure you felt every inch of him, every catch and bump as he sunk all the way into you. By the time he bottomed out and you felt his balls brush against your ass, you were squirming and attempting to grind against him to some kind of friction to relieve the aching need you felt, but he kept both hands anchored to your waist keeping you still. With a grin, Cody looked up at you from where he had been watching you stretch and take him fully, “Now I want you to cum all over me like this. I wanna feel you squeeze me even tighter, and if you’re good then I will fuck you so hard you’ll walk with a limp tomorrow, senator.”

His words alone were enough to have you flushing and clenching around him as he stretched you out. Then he moved one of his large hands down so that it rested over your lower belly and his thumb could press tight circles to your clit that had you seeing stars almost immediately. He held you still as he brushed his thumb over your clit again and again and you felt like you were going mad. As he continued his onslaught you begged him to move, but he stayed silent only pressing harder against your clit, until you couldn’t take it anymore and you clenched down on him and came with a shout of, “Commander.”

He didn’t even give you a second to recover before he was pulling out of you and slamming back into you as he grunted, “So good for me.”

Cody set up a punishing pace that had you reaching up digging your nails into his shoulders and wrapping your legs around his waist. At some point, he manages to nail you right into that sensitive spot inside of you, and you through back your head with a long moan. Now aiming for that spot over and over, Cody buried his face in your neck and starts biting and sucking more marks into your skin. You could feel your second orgasm approaching quickly after Cody’s pace picked up slightly, and it took no time at all for this orgasm to overtake you. You felt it wash over you, making you tense from head to toe, clenching down on Cody so hard that his thrusts got shallower. You didn’t realize until after you started recovering from your orgasm that your ears had started ringing, and by the time you felt Cody’s thrusts become erratic you could hear the absolute feral grunting falling from his lips. Then you felt him, push your legs from his hips and pull out of you roughly right as he shot his first rope of cum on your stomach. You couldn’t help but admire how sexy he looked as he threw his head back, and pulled at his cock until he was completely spent and your stomach and chest was covered in his cum.

Cody took only a second to collect his bearings before he got off the bed and walked into your refresher. You didn’t even attempt to more, knowing that it would be pointless, and you know what, you were comfortable just the way you were. You started to doze, but then you were pulled back awake by the feeling of something warm on your chest. Opening your eyes, you saw Cody gently cleaning you up, before throwing the rag into your hamper without looking and curling up behind you. Smiling as he wraps his arm around you, you hear him whisper your name before saying, “You looked absolutely ravishing tonight.”

“Hmm, good thing then that you were obviously hungry, Commander,” you slurred out right as you let sleep wash over you.

Captain Rex x Reader

So I have written quite a bit about Sub!Din, but what about some Sub!Rex pegging?? I thought about it, and now I can’t get the THOT out of my head…..

It had been your idea. Rex had been hesitant and thought on it for a while, but in the end he couldn't deny that the thought didn't turn him on. The idea of you taking control, of you taking his pleasure into your hands and him not having to worry about anything other than feeling what pleasure you offered him? Well, how could that not be appealing. If he was honest, Rex just wanted to be taken care of every once and a while, have all the his worries pushed aside and just let himself be over taken by pleasure provided by the person he loves most in the galaxy. Rex was very much a giver, but he more than wanted to be the receiver for once.

So when he had agreed, and your face lit up he knew immediately he was going to be in for a ride. You both planned and set aside a night that Rex had off so you both could take your time and he could recover the next day if needed.

The night started with a nice dinner that you had made, and an expensive bottle of Alderaan wine. The two of you talked and chatted the way you usually did, and when you finally made it to the bedroom, any nerves Rex had had were gone as you kissed him deeply and the two of you undressed. You stripped down to his favorite lingerie set, a set near identical in color to his armor, before pulling on the strap and grabbing the lube. 

Before starting you kissed him gently and ran your hands over his stomach, skirting around his hard cock and running them over his hips teasingly. You made sure and asked him one last time if he was sure and when he nodded you said, "Ok, then you must promise to tell me to stop if its too much okay? I don't want to hurt you my brave soldier." 

He chuckled, but agreed and then you were pressing a finger inside of him and it was odd at first, and it felt wrong, but then after you started thrusting it in and out and got a second finger inside as well Rex could help the small pleasurable grunt as you just barely brushed something that gave him sparks in his lower stomach. After hearing that you cooed at him telling him he was doing so good, and you leaned in for a kiss as you pressed into that spot more, swallowing the low moan he gave into your mouth.

By the time you had him stretched enough to comfortably fit the strap into him, Rex was flushed and his cock was leaking precut all over his stomach as it gave out a needy twitch. As you pressed into him, Rex couldn't help but think that he wanted this more often, especially loving the way you were giving him your full attention like this, praising him and giving him soft kisses. When you were full inside of him, you gave a small test thrust, brushing against that spot again and with how worked up he was Rex threw his head back with a muffled groan of your name. He knew you were smiling as you set up a nice steady pace. It was so much better than Rex had thought it might be, and he would have been embarrassed with how quick he felt his peak approaching, but he couldn't care in the moment, and when you asked him he just gasped out a, "need to cum," and finally, finally he felt you wrap your fingers around his cock and start tugging it in time with your thrust. He was a goner he knew immediately, those skillful fingers passed over his head, and when he frantically called out your name before painting his chest with his cum, he knew that this was one of the best orgasms he's ever had, and he was more than glad he had trusted you enough to give it to him. 

When you pulled away he cringed, not liking the slide of the dido coming completely out, but he stayed laying on the bed as you cleaned him up and pulled on comfortable clothes before curling up with him. Once you both were settled for the night you asked, "So?"

"I think we can do it again in the future…"

"Good, I like taking care of you Rex. You deserve someone to look out for you every once and a while."

"Thank you, cyare….."

Din Djarin x Reader

Speaking of Din, I did have this THOT about comm sex/mutual masturbation with Din while he’s on a hunt…..

You hadn't been expecting the call, you really hadn't been expecting him to call, this late none the less. It had been two days since he disappeared over the horizon with the promise of coming back, and promising to call you when he had caught the bounty and was headed back to the ship. You hadn't been worried, two days was nothing compared to some of his other absences and you didn't mind getting one on one time with Grogu. 

Tonight however, you had managed to get the child to bed early, he almost immediately passing out as soon as he was layed in his bed. You had meant to spend the evening fixing things or cleaning, but you had just found yourself wrapped in Din's spare cape, smelling his scent as you buried two of you fingers as deep as possible into your needy cunt. And that is exactly how Din's call had caught you.

When you had struggle do answer it, Din's first questions was if everything was ok, and you had to assure him everything was fine, making up the excuse that you were downstairs putting Grogu to bed. He had bought it, immediately perking up and saying, "So he is asleep then?"

"Yes...I can..I can go get him if you want to tal-"

"No...no, I called because I… kriff, cyare… I needed to hear you. Maker I've been so horny all day and all I can think of is that pretty pussy taking all of me in and squeezing me tightly."

As you flush at his words you hear him moan on the other end of the line, so breathlessly you ask, "Din? Are...are you touching yourself?"

You hear a grunt before he groans out, "Kriff, I needed to hear you, been...been trying to cum but I couldn't… fuck cyare, I wish you were here."

You hadn't even realized, but as Din talked, you hand had traveled back down to your still aching cunt and started rubbing circles on your clit, whimpering loud enough that Din could hear.

"Oh fuck, sweet...sweet.. are you touching yourself? God, tell me how good you feel right now? Fuck play with your nipples for me, I wanna hear you as you touch them." Moaning, you do as he says, and reach up and punch the hard peaks pressing against your shirt and your groan out his name before saying, "Fuck, Din. I feel so good, been needy for you all day and couldn't get rid of the feeling, marker above I wish your fingers were inside me right now."

The groan you receive is down right sinful, and at this point you can hear Din fucking into his fist over the comm. Matching his rhythm with your fingers on you clit, you let out whines and moans of his name before you felt the knot in your stomach tense up, and you moaned out, "Im gonna cum Din, fuck I'm gonna cum. Are you close, please tell me you're close, I wanna hear you spill into your fist as I soak your spare cloak." 

You only get a needy whine back and the sounds of his fist speeding up. Then you feel your legs tensing up as you repeat Din's name over and over and over as you reach your peak, and as you fall into it, your lips transforming Din's name into a deep moan. You continue to play with your clit until you hear the tale tell heavy grunts that meant Din has finished and you sighed blissfully as you pulled your fingers away from yourself. You both were quite for a second, before you heard Din mumble, "Thank you cyare… I'm sorry I called so late."

You hummed for a second then you replied, "Its okay, you can make it up to me by using those talented fingers of yours on me when you get back," the only answer you receive is a long chuckle, before he said goodnight and cut the call.

Paz Vizsla x Reader

So kind of warning, this is a bit of a noncon, but like not really, idk?? I just want to put that warning there just in case, but if you wanna see if you wanna read -> Paz hears you masturbating and moaning his name, then he starts masturbating to the sounds you are making and to the thought of you....

Paz has been infatuated with you since you both were still young. He knew the second you walked into his life that he wanted you to be his riduur. The problem? Well the giant oaf was not the best with words unless it came to weapons, his work with the tribe, or when he was expressing his anger, anything else was a no go. Paz had tried in the past to work up the courage to tell you, but everytime he chickened out last second, and screwed up in someway much to his embarrassment, and Din's entertainment. To the point that Din was starting to keep a tally of just how many times he'd fucked up asking to just court you. He didn't want to imagine how bad it would be for you to marry him if you ever did end up at that point.

No you were perfect, and Paz was very much a flawed love sick puppy around you. So when the Armorer informed him of a supply mission he was being sent on, with you as his partner he nearly combust on the spot. There was no way in Coruscant that he would make it through a three day trip with just you without screwing things up for good. But he couldn't say no to his Alor, so he just went with it, even as each step to the ship was full of panic.

The trip to the planet, and collecting the supplies had been easy, it was the trip back that he found himself in a situation that he wished hadn't happened. It was late, you had gone to bed about an hour ago while Paz had stayed watching over the cockpit. Eventually though, Paz had to make the trip down to the fresher, but on his way back, when he passed your room he had frozen in place hearing the long drawn out moan of his name. He wished more than anything to be mistaken and having dreamed up the sound instead of listening in, but shortly after he had heard an unmistakable whimper followed by a muffled wet squelching, and he was just instantly hard in his flight suit. 

Paz knew it was wrong, he knew he should move back to the cockpit and calm down, forgetting everything he'd heard, but he found himself frozen in place as he continued to eavesdrop. Carefully he reached for his vembrace, and tuned his helmet so that he could hear you better, while also turning off almost all sound that would come from his helmet. 

As he listened to every whimper, Paz pulled off his cod piece and slipped his cock from his suit. Silently, he clenched his fist around the base, and let out a groan when he heard you breathily moan his name followed by a loud wet sound that he assumed was your fingers slamming up into that undoubtedly tight cunt. He groaned, and listened to the wet sounds coming from your fingers' pace, and he tried matching and following it the best he could. 

As you continued to moan his name, Paz pressed his head to your door, pumping his cock as you picked up your pace. He felt almost like he could taste it in the air, how close you were, how your moans got higher pitched, how the wet slide of your fingers got louder, how you chanted his name like a prayer, and he felt guilty for intruding, he felt gross and like scum, but you sounded so perfect and he felt glued to the spot as well as he could not remember a time touching himself like this had ever felt so good. And when you came, he could hear the wobble in your voice as you continued to slide your fingers around your pussy to draw out you pleasure.

Then he was cumming with a roar and deep pants. Paz clenched his eyes shut milking his cock and cumming more than he could ever remember. The pleasure was so good and overwhelming that he did not notice when your door slid open, he did not notice the quiet gasp you gave as you heard a muffled gasp of your name from beneath his helmet, and he did not notice when a couple ropes of his cum shot out from his cock  and landed on your bare stomach only a foot or so away.

When he did finally open his eyes though, he almost choked with how quickly he gasped in air as he saw you standing there, and as he panicked knowing you were going to react and push him away calling him a pervert.

Instead he was left, already getting hard again as he watched you innocently scoop up some of his cum that landed on you and stuck it under your helmet to lick off your fingers. Paz swore he died in that moment, and entering heaven was when you pulled him into the dark room and removed your helmet saying, "Paz, I cant wait any longer, please fuck me…."

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

I have gone far too long without writing anything for Ezra and I need more of my poetic fool in my life, so here is Ezra and you taking a ‘break’ from working in the middle of a heavily forested planet, but it’s just fluff. Also, this is pre-movie, because I am lazy right now to do post-movie world-building or details….

You had to admit that your most recent job as a prospector had been decent and actually quite enjoyable. The planet you were stationed on was heavily wooded, but it had breathable air so suits weren’t required, and the climate was neither hot nor cold. Hell, even the team of twelve that you had been sent down with had been a refreshing change, no one had tried to betray anyone, no one had tried starting a mutiny, no one had even had to fire a single thrower shot. No, it had been peaceful, and as you wished you could stay here like this, happy and pretty much free for the rest of time. 

Your ragtag crew had decided upon landing to split into six teams of two to cover more ground, hoping that by doing that you all would have a higher chance of a payout. Work had been steady and honestly, your partner was amazing at his job. He always knew exactly where to dig, and it always resulted in the biggest hauls of the day. It helped that he also was kind enough to walk you through some of his prospecting secrets, as well as just rambling on and on with his endearing accent about whatever came to mind. No, prospecting with Ezra as a partner was anything but boring, and you always found yourself laughing throughout the day as he told story after story, how true you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter to you because they were entertaining and made the days pass at a quicker pace. 

Ezra never expecting anything out of you, only that you pulled your own and worked to your fullest extent. Past that he never expected you to carry or join in on the conversations, he was more than willing to fill the silence with his own words and dramatics, though whenever you did butt in with a comment you could feel and hear the giant smile that came across his face, especially if you asked a question about whatever he was talking about. The joy he got from the questions or interaction, lead you to believe that he was used to being ignored or tuned out. And whenever you did take over the conversation, he was always quiet and asking questions and leaving comments in between pauses, never once interrupting you. 

The group was to be on the planet for half a rotation around its neighboring sun, and in that time, being surrounded by Ezra, you couldn’t help but start to fall for his easy smiles and charming words. You found yourself always enraptured with his words, and when you were speaking face to face, like during meals or breaks, you found it all but impossible to break from his gaze that held worlds of knowledge and stories. Your favorite times with the man was before bed each night, both of you having eaten and done your night routines, and as you lay in your cots in your two-person tent across from each other, Ezra always pulls out one of his worn books, and would read from their pages aloud to you. Allowing you each night to fall asleep happy with a smile on your face, listening to the soft voice of the man you knew for sure you would stay with had he only asked. 

Then, during the last month of your job, you and Ezra found yourself far enough ahead in collecting gems that the two of you decided to take it easy on yourselves. Both of you were still working, but neither of you were working at the pace you usually worked at, instead opting for a more leisurely pace, wanting to take a bit of time to enjoy the moment before you inevitably had to move on. 

Ezra, per usual, had been carrying on throughout the day and while you usually listened closely to him, you found yourself getting more caught up in the sounds of the nature around you, the hum insects and the songs of the birds, the wind rustling the branches of the numerous and large trees, the calls of the deer-like creatures that called the planet home. You had been so caught up in the sounds that you didn’t even notice Ezra stop talking, nor did you notice him approach you until he wrapped his arms around you and placed his head onto of your own from your seated position.

“You know, my little nymph, I think this may be one of the most rapturous planets I have been on in my travels, and I am not just saying that because of the planet itself. No, little nymph, you have made my time here so much more enjoyable and blissful than it would have been otherwise. Each day we near our end date, I loath to imagine parting from you. I know that my heart would not survive the separation, that I would fall into a depression without hearing your laugh each day or seeing that kind smile that I have only seen you show to me. Little nymph, if you at all would be agreeable to it, I would like to propose a partnership together that will last long after this job is done. I know it for a fact in my heart that I would live a thousand lifetimes to just be by your side. I would be your Orpheus and would walk straight to Hades and Persephone to ask for you back if I needed you too. My little nymph, what do you say,” the last part he almost asked hesitantly, like you even had a single thought of turning him down.

Tilting your head back, with a watery smile, so entranced by his words you couldn’t speak, you just grabbed his cheeks and pulled him down into a soft kiss. The kiss was unsurprisingly perfect, how could it not be when you were kissing a man who knew how to use his mouth anyway he needed. The kiss didn’t last long, only long enough to convey your happiness and your wants to be by his side as well. When the two of you parted, Ezra ran his nose softly along your hairline quietly as the two of you took the chance to soak in the moment. 

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Thank you queen for feeding us Biker!Mando content and blessing my Horny Brain™ with such amazing writing even if there is so much going on in your life! Can I request a headcanon about how it was the first time you gave Din a blowjob? After reading that part where he jerks off thinking about her mouth it has been the only thing in my mind! love ya 💕

Honestly idk what it is but Din jerking off makes me so whore knee ???? idk man something about it is just too hot to think about... also thank you for asking this because wow did i want to talk about it

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Warnings: language, smutty content, oral sex (m receiving), me waxing poetic about what din djarin looks like when he has an orgasm, subtle sub!din and dom!reader (because I’m a switch and therefore I write everyone as a switch I can’t help it ok)

The first time you suck him off he’s a little nervous about being too eager

It starts with him sitting on the edge of the bed, you standing between his legs while he starts to undress you

Once you’re topless, however you start to take over

Taking off his shirt and kissing his neck, maybe leaving a mark or two because you can

His breathing picks up when you get to your knees and start running your mouth over his torso — making sure to suck on the skin that isn’t scarred and give gentle kisses to as many of his scars as possible

He knows what’s coming when you start to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants

He says “You don’t -” and cuts himself off

“Do you want me to?” You ask

He hesitates like it’s a trick question but eventually just grunts “yes”

“Tell me what you want me to do, Din”

You can hear the precise inhale and exhale as he stares at you

Intense and just a tad bit uncertain

“I want you to suck my cock”

“You want me to suck your cock - what?”

Your being a tease, trying to be a little playful because he’s so damn intense all the time

To you it’s really not a big deal - you want to do it

But he likes you a lot and he doesn’t know how to handle a “normal” relationship

And so he’s overthinking it trying so hard not to make the wrong move

So it seems way bigger than it is because he has wanted you to do it for so long he’s worried now he’s gonna fuck it up somehow

But you just smile a bit and tug at his undone belt

“I want you to suck my cock... please”

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You tease, eyes sparkling mischievously

It’s equal parts endearing and frustrating to him which he imagines is exactly what you were going for

Then he helps you get his pants all the way off so he’s sitting there naked in front of you

He’s already half-hard by then — just pure anticipation at this point and your tits are out and you’re on your knees in front of him

He’s thought about what this exact image would look like so many times but it’s so much better in real life

You stroke him first and he drags his bottom lip between his teeth

when you get him fully hard in your hand you realize that the size of him is going to be a little bit of a challenge 

but lift yourself up on your knees a little bit, nails scratching against the hair on his thighs and he gives a barely there grunt

you tease your tongue around the tip first 

above you, he exhales likes hes been holding his breath 

slowly you work your mouth over him, nothing too fancy at first, just taking him into your mouth to test it out

his hands are fisted at his sides, his whole body is taught and you think he might chip a tooth with how tight his jaw is clenched

but its only because he wants to fucking thrust so badly but he doesn’t want to make you go too fast or cross any boundaries 

your mouth is heaven and now that he’s felt it

he’s not gonna be able to think of anything but his cock in it whenever you send him sly and cheeky smiles from across the room as you usually do 

when you start to bob your head, your hand wrapping around what you can’t fit he chokes a little

and when you bring your tongue into it, playing across the veins and ridges, he closes his eyes tight in a concentrated frown

and thats when he starts talking

his voice is naturally low and gravelly, but its still somehow soft and needy, the slightest shift in pitch making him sound like he’s begging you no matter what he says 

first its just a deep “fuck” that he drags out 

his hands coming to your shoulders and then pulling away because he has no idea how to just sit there and enjoy it

the more he starts to whine a little the more into it you get 

it gets a little sloppy and messy, but you don’t mind as long he keeps falling apart in front of you

its a bit of a power trip 

he’s got a commanding presence and he is what some would consider dangerous 

so to have him above you

barely able to finish a thought: “so good...yes - yes - like that”

its got you feeling powerful and is a huge stroke to your ego

its when he gets close that he starts to whisper your name 

somewhere between frustrated and reverent as he peppers it in between choked off moans and long exhales

your hands stroke, dipping lower to cup his balls and massage them a little bit, as your head bobs and tongue swirls around him in your mouth

his hand comes back to your shoulder, and his hips rut in a restrained way 

he spills into your mouth and you swallow it down, ignoring the taste and instead focusing on the way his head is thrown back with his jaw is hanging open and in an expression of pure bliss

you keep him in your mouth, sucking and little bit and he goes tense before he melts with a moan

when you pop off of him, wiping your chin and laughing a little bit he looks down at you with an eyebrow slightly raised, mouth still open as he catches his breath

he lets out a small breathy laugh “give me a moment, i’ll return the favor”

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Din Djarin - NSFW Alphabet

Figured why not share my own fics on here too haha. This here is my NSFW Alphabet for Din Djarin from The Mandalorian Rating: Mature/Explicity Warnings: smut, sex, piv sex, masturbation, overstimulation, edging, bondage and dom/sub Written with a x f!reader perspective Masterlist AO3 link. Join my taglist via here! My fics will be uploaded to AO3 first but I will try to remember to upload them here as well! ___________ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) Din didn’t really know anything about aftercare until you came into his life. He at first just kind of left you there, going back to work. After a while he picked up and learned that he should help you clean up, hold and caress you for a bit. B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Din’s favorite body part is his hands and arms. He uses them everyday as part of his job and because of that they are fairly toned and strong. He likes what he can do with his hands to tease you, caress you and more. But also like how strong his arms are to hold you and carry you. His favorite body part of yours is your  ass. He likes to place a hand on it while walking through towns to guide you, and grab handful of it when making out or during sex. C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically) Mans got a lot of it. I mean he’s never really had sexual experiences until you came along. He only got off a few times by himself but it wasn’t enough to get him off as properly as he wanted or needed. But with you in the picture now and knowing how to get him off just right… he produces a ton.  He also loves to make you taste his. And taste yours in response, he finds it delicious. D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He always makes sure to keep his face hidden only taking his helmet off in the darkness but the thought has crossed his mind a few times to say fuck it and remove it so you can finally see the real face of the man who fucks you, kiss you and make love to you without a beskar or blanket of darkness barrier but he continues to hold on to his tradition. One day he will do so but probably not until he marries you. If you will have him. Thus still following his traditions and not breaking codes. E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Din doesn’t have much experience. He’s had a few endeavours here and there but nothing memorable and were only quickies. He usually just got off on his own. Being a Mandalorian and unable to remove your helmet, trying to keep yourself protected too limits you. He is learning a lot more now that you are in his life and showing him different things. F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying) He loves taking you up against the hull’s wall holding you in his arms while you’re legs and arms are wrapped around him. He doesn’t mind taking you from behind against the wall either. Watching as your butt wiggles in response and arch back into him for more. G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) Din is never goofy in the moment. He is as serious as can be as usual and makes sure to make things romantic and as sensual as can be. H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) He’s a busy man fighting Imps and others, traveling all over the galaxy and now having to care for an adopted son so he doesn’t always get to groom himself but he does his best to. Never gets too unmanageable, usually just some short curly hairs. I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Din wasn’t very romantic at first, not sure how to do so. He was pretty quiet and rough the first few times until you taught him and he softened up. Now he is a true romantic. Always calling you sweet names, caressing you, and only being rough with you when you ask. He has become a true romantic to you but denies to keep his tough guy persona going. J = Jack Off (Masturbation head canon) Din in the past has jacked off quite a lot. It was his only form of release until he met you. Since you came into his life though he has toned down on doing so since he now has you as a means to help release. You still on occasions can catch him doing so in the cockpit and then tease him about it. K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) He is new to kinks, still exploring them. Again minor lack of experience. But he has learned he likes edging, overstimulation and bondage so far. L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) Anywhere on the ship. He has no preference. It’s really the only location you guys have to yourselves to do it for he doesn’t feel safe often staying at inns. As long as the kid is fast asleep and tucked away in his pod out of ear shot… anywhere on the ship works for him. M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) His motivation is honestly just you yourself. You get him through everything. You are the light in his life. You keep him going to stay alive on the job and keep him on his toes in the bedroom. A simple tease from you can get him motivated and rearing to go. N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) Don’t even think about someone else touching you. You are his and only his. He refuses to share you. So threesomes or swinging is out of the question. O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He loves when you go down on him. It’s a new experience to him and something about it makes him feel feral. He loves watching as you take him in your mouth and make eye contact with you (even if you can’t tell you are with his helmet on or in the dark). He also loves to go down on your in return, again he finds your juices sweet tasting. P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) He uses a mix of both depending on the mood and what you want. He can go sensual and slow or fast and rough. He has no preference. Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) He’s a busy man always having to track quarries or deal with the kid so oftentimes quickies are the way to go. He doesn’t mind them. Taking you in the cockpit in his chair, or against the wall in the hull. R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) Din is a man of many risks. It’s a part of his job. He doesn’t mind trying new things with you but doesn’t want to do anything you don’t want to do. He will always ask you first and confirm with you if you suggest something if that’s what you really want to do. He also doesn’t want to go too far and risk hurting or upsetting you. S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Din is always pushing himself to the limits with his job so his stamina is very high. He can go several rounds and lasts for a good while. How many rounds you guys go is up to you though, he doesn’t want to push you too much. T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Din doesn’t have any toys he uses himself. He never did this stuff really with others until you came into his life so he had no need for them. He isn’t even sure what there is to use. He isn't opposed to using anything if you mention it. Open to new things. U = Unfair (How much they like to tease) Din *loves* to tease. He likes to get you riled up when out in public, get you riled up right before he leaves for a quarry. He knows it leaves you craving him more when you can’t have him right away. He’s ghost his fingers over you in different places, and whisper things to you to get you worked up. V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s a man of few words but in the bedroom he is constantly whispering praises to you. He moans an awful lot too but not too loud. W = Wild Card (Get a random head canon for the character of your choice) Din’s a dominant person. He likes to be in control. It comes from his job and he tries to ease up on it in the bedroom but it’s hard. You don’t mind though, you like him being dominant and in control, only easing up when you are teaching him something new. X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants) He’s packin’ fairly well. At least 8 inches in length and thick. Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) He didn’t think he had a high sex drive but he does. His drive is fairly high. Always craving and thinking of you. Z =  ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Din doesn’t tire easily. So he doesn’t fall asleep right away afterwards. He ends up spending a good time cuddling you and having convos with you (now that he’s learned about aftercare).