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Darlin’

Sabine is young, scared, but smart. She gets sent to Colombia through the embassy, to help out the hospitals, and gets housed in an apartment building with other Americans. The DEA agents.

Javier Peña X f!OC

CHAPTER ONE

Sabine Puentes has been a nurse at the army base in Fort Worth, Texas for two years. Why she got sent to Colombia is beyond her...

She's strong, seen a lot of pain and death. She's worked hard and built up respect amongst her peers. But as she sits on the plane, she feels her tears welling up in her eyes. A pit in her gut. She feels like a scared little girl.

Meanwhile Javier Peña sits at his desk, chain smoking.

"Hey, did'ya know im gettin' a neighbor today?" He says, taking another drag.

Steve looks up at him with his tired eyes, "No, I hadn't heard that yet. Is it an agent?"

"No I heard hes a nurse, sent here to help out.

Used to be an army nurse."

"Mhm" Steve Murphy grunts out, "It'll be nice to have someone to patch ya up when you get home, huh?" He pauses a moment to take a drag,

"Whats his name?"

"I don't know, all it says on the door is S. Puentes-Leija."

"He was sent here by the embassy, yeah?"

"Yeah…”

"Well, we can look em up."

Steve flicked through files and files of names and faces... finally landing on Puentes-Lejia.

"Well, that man, the nurse," Steve's voice lowers,

"your, ahem, neighbor..."

Javier raises his eyebrows in anticipation

"Is a woman. A young woman. An attractive woman." Javier snatches the file from between Steves forefinger and thumb.

"Don't do it..."

"I didn't say anything."

"No but you thought something. Shes only 23 for God's sake. Leave the poor girl be."

Javier shakes his head, "Well, on that note, its time for lunch. Want anything?"

"Nah," steve sighs, "Connie packed me somethin.

Javi nods, stubs out his cigarette and walks out, with full intention of going home and making sure his new neighbor didn't need any help moving in her boxes.

The minutes turned into hours. The boxes where piled high.

“Goddamn it…” Sabine muttered to herself, “I coulda sworn I packed light.”

She starts with the kitchen, laying out a stack of pyrex mixing bowls. Next, comes the utensils, then the tea towels. She unpacks art, photos, and little “monitos” that she has collected over the years. While she was packing, back in fort worth, she decided that she couldn’t minimize her belongings to the point of not making a house her home. A harsh knock on her door inturprs her thoughts.

“Howdy, ma’am…” a handsome stranger starts. His Texas accent was comforting, already she felt not so foreign. “My name is Javier Peña, I’m your neighbor. I, uh, I work over at the embassy, and I thought I’d offer myself to uh,” his eyes trail down her legs, her shorts are in no way revealing, but nonetheless, they’re daisy dukes. “Help ya unpack your boxes. Or maybe uh, offer you any help I could give.”

She smiles while waiting for Javier to finish his run on sentence.

“Well thank you kindly, I appreciate your willingness.”

“Of course…”

After a few moment of slightly uncomfortable silence, she speaks.

“Would you like to come in?”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He follows her into her kitchen, which is just off the entry way.

“I don’t have much to offer you yet, but i did run by the bodega down stairs. I got two beers and a bag of chips. Want one?”

“Why not? Ill take it.”

“Oh,” she says in disappointment, “got an opener? Im not sure where mine is…”

“No but I’ll do ya one better”

he brings the unopened amber bottle to his mouth, and bites off the cap, then does the same for her.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I’ve never been able to do that.” She shrugs, “ive always been worried i’d crack a tooth.”

“If your dumb enough, anything is possible.” He chuckles in response.

She squats down to sit on the floor, legs stretched out in front of her.

He follows her lead, doing the same.

“So where are you from?” He asks, as if he doesn’t already know.

“Fort Worth, Texas. Y tu?”

“Not too terribly far from you then, well, I guess nothings too terribly far when you live in Colombia. I’m from Laredo.”

“Mm I love Laredo…” she states as she takes her first swig.

So many things are going through his mind right now. First of them being, he just had that bottle rim on his mouth, and now you have it on yours. He feels childish thinking that, like a middle school boy. But he feels closer to you already.

Second one being “Who the Hell likes Laredo?” That one slipped through the corridors of his brain right out his mouth. He’s glad that was the one that slipped by.

She laughed, and it made his chest tight. Shes got a beautiful, loud and clear laugh. The kind that makes people laugh with her.

“Well it may not be picturesque. But y’all’ve got the Rio Grande. Plus, its close to the boarder.” She stops, trying to decide if it was a good idea to tell the rest of the story… she decided yes. It was a good idea.

“Some of my family lives in Laredo, so when I was younger, learning whats right and whats wrong, my cousins and I would sneak out to a lil bar called ‘Restaurante Paris’ in Nuevo Laredo. Looking back it was dangerous as hell, but it was fun.”

He smirks, listening to her story. ‘When she was young’ he thought to himself. He would give his left nut to be 23 again. He smiles dumbly, in a bit of a trance.

Her voice wakes him up, snapping into reality.

“Well, hate to put my new friend to work, but would you like to help me move the couch from downstairs? I know I can’t do it by myself.”

“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

She stands up, offering her hand to help Javier up too. He chuckles, she weighs probably half of what he does, but his creaky knees are screaming for him to accept the help.

“Plus,” he thought, “I’d get to touch her hand… There I go again, with the embarrassing middle schooler thoughts.”

He clasps his hand in hers, making a hollow slapping sound as she pulls him up.

She laid in bed, her thoughts racing. She tried reading a book, but the words she read barely skimmed her eyes, not quite making their way to her brain.

So much to think about- the gunshots, the music, the man across the hall, her family, the empty apartment.

She circled back to the subjects that were swimming through her brain.

“The man across the hall…” she thought again. She starts her new job on Monday, it’s Thursday. She can figure out an excuse to see him again before then. “Maybe I can make him a meal? No. That’s stupid. Well, no. It’s not. That might do.” She scrambled around her bedside table, looking for a notepad and pen.

• steak

•vinegar

• tomatoes

•salt and pepper

•onions

•garlic

•potatoes

She wanted to show that she was not only a good cook, but also a woman that travelled. Lomo Saltado was perfect for that. Sabine decided she would go to the market tomorrow and prepare. Would dropping of dinner tomorrow be too soon? Would that seem desperate? Or would it be a friendly gesture? What if he asked why she made him dinner?

She started to come up with excuses in her head.

“Oh, I just thought I could make a new friend.” No. That was desperate.

“You seem hungry.” Are you serious? That was stupid as hell.

“Im not used to making dinner for only one person, usually I cook for my whole family. So I just thought I’d bring you the rest.” Mmm, better. Remember that one.

“Just wanted to welcome you to Colombia!” No you dumb bitch, you’re the one that just moved here.

She settled on hoping he wouldn’t ask. As she fell asleep, she thought about his hand in hers when she helped him up. “That is a stupid thought.” She said to herself, “you sound like a middle schooler.”

Oh well. It made her giddy with excitement. She hadn’t felt like that in a hot second. It calmed her down to think about the hot DEA agent next door that could protect her.

She woke up to the sun coming through the blinds, horns honking, and the chatter of people walking down the street. She stretched and yawned, reaching for her list. She grabbed the pen again.

•beer

She added that just to bring a little pizzazz to the dinner. Dessert seems like too much, so she just stuck with what she had.

She took a shower, put on a some makeup and decided on a sweet little dress. Right above her knees, and flow-y.

She steps out with her big grocery bags, turning to lock her apartment.

“‘’Mornin’ neighbor.”

“Jesus!” She jumps and turns around to see Javier, standing calmly with a briefcase and mug in tow “you scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry about that, sunshine.”

“No, it’s fine! I guess I was just daydreaming.”

They stand there, parallel to each other. Eyes locked.

“I, uh… I hope you have a good day at work!” Sabine says, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I hope you do too. Well, not work. I mean, you don’t look like you’re going to work. So… well maybe you are. I mean, have a good day.” Javier stumbles through his sentence. “Jesus Christ man… what’s wrong with you?”

Sabine laughed a melodic laugh. He smiled in response, relieved she didn’t think he was stupid.

“Thank you. I will.”

They walked to same way, down the same stairwell, to the same gate, of the same apartment building. As she turned right toward the market and he turned left, he one last snuck glance.

“Well fuck me.” He muttered under his breath.

A pile of papers and files and names and gory, horrible photos lay on his desk. he uses his forearm to swipe it to the side to make room for his mug.

"Hows the new neighbor?" Steve says, moving his legs from resting comfortably on the desk to the floor.

"Fine, I guess. I don't know."

"Don't tell me you didn't see her."

"I mean, yeah, I saw her struggling with the boxes going up and down the stairs."

"bullshit, Peña. I know you were the fine southern gentleman you are and helped her with the boxes."

"Fine, yeah. I helped her move her couch."

"did you help her with any other kind of box too?"

"Shut up, Murphy."

"Peña!" Messina's voice rang through the room. "You were late today. you need to have this paperwork done by 4pm. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Any leads yet?"

"With all due respect ma'am, I just got here. I'll be sure to update you as the day goes."

Meanwhile, Sabine is overloaded on the bus. Three giant, full bags of groceries, a book she picked up about the local flora and fauna, and a bundle of calla lilies under her arm. Beside her sits an elderly woman, a nun. They smile at each other, it felt poetic to Sabine.

"Buenos dias." the woman said, in a shaky but kind voice.

"Buenos dias, madre." she replied.

Sabine looked out the window, crushed by what she saw.

Absolute beauty.

There were kids walking home from school, kicking rocks and giggling about boys. there was a mother, talking to her friend about the latest goings on, braiding her daughters hair tightly and uniformly while the little girl complained. There was a young man selling bananas on the corner, talking about the car that he's saving up for to this pretty girl, around his age.

It was so contrary to the violence and bloodshed she had been sent down here to help mend. All of these people had lost someone. Most of these people were scared.

Sabine had reached her stop, paid the bus driver with two small coins and proceeded to wobble her way up the stairs. once she had got inside her apartment, she took a deep breath in. It smells nice. It already was starting to smell like her.

She unpacked her groceries, and started to chop away at the potatoes, onions, tomatoes and garlic, slicing the meat and cooking it at a high heat. she fried the potatoes into papas fritas and plated it nicely in a Tupperware container, drizzling its gravy onto it. she put two beers into the big paper sack along with the two containers of food, once for dinner today, one for lunch tomorrow.

she waited until she heard his keys rattle in the lock, and then his door close behind him.

she took a deep breath and *knock knock knock* she waited for just a few seconds before Javier opened the door.

"Hi..." she says with a warm smile

"Hey..." he says back with a softness in his deep brown eyes.

"I made you dinner... and um, I made enough for lunch too, for tomorrow, if ya want.... oh! and there's a couple of beers in there too."

nothing like this had ever happened to Javier. he was dumbfounded.

"Sabine, I, wow... Thank you, you didn't have to do this."

"oh, but I wanted to, its nothing really." there was yet another silence between the two of them. "well I, um... I hope you enjoy it! and if you don't, don't tell me. it'll hurt my feelings." she says with an awkward chuckle.

"I'm sure I'll love it, thank you."

She turned to walk back into her humble abode and he stopped her quickly by saying...

"Actually, do you want to join me? you can have the second portion."

"No, I made that for you! I mean, yes, I do want to join you. No, the second portion is for you," she laughs nervously. "let me just run in really quick and grab a plate, ill be right back."

She turned and went in, leaving the door open in a rush. He stood there watching her run off into her apartment, past her kitchen into her bathroom. He then heard the sink running, followed by the toothbrush tapping the porcelain edge of the sink. She scurried back into the kitchen and plated herself dinner.

"Okay," she beamed up at him. "sorry about that." he looked her over, bottom to top, not so subtly, taking in everything he could.

She was standing before him, in all her glory. barefoot, a little blue sundress, a freckle on her left shoulder, and a strand of curly hair falling right in front of her ear.

"c'mon in, hermosa, make yourself at home."

#Spotify #narcos #javier pena #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #colombia #javier pena x reader #javier pena fanfiction

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ttupelohoneyy · 2 years ago

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If you’re thinking of Pedro cracking a whip, Id love for you to write a fic about Pedro Pascal cracking a whip (hard Dom Agent Whiskey?)

A little thought about Dom Agent Whiskey and his whip.

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels x f!reader

WC 1.5k

Smut right under the cut.

The coolness of the air was magnified as it hit the slick coating your thighs. It had seeped further and further out from your centre each time Jack had gotten you close before denying your release. Muscles you didn't know you had ached from the position he had your naked body in. Your wrists were expertly bound with rope above your head, a red bandana softened the rub of them. The same treatment was given to your ankles bound to the bed frame. A final bandana was stuffed into your mouth. The inside of your thighs burned as you tried to clenched them with every rhythmic throb of your pussy. A throb caused by the sound of Jack cracking his whip.

Since the crack of it against your skin would be too much, Jack teased you with the action. It was such an erotic display of competency. Jack, shirtless, muscles flexing with every well executed movement. His jeans were slung low on his hips, he hadn't bothered to do them up since he last teased you with his cock. Since he ran it through your folds before circling your throbbing clit until you teetered on the edge only for him to pull you back. He'd simply tucked himself away, leaving his fly open, giving you a tantalising view of the golden brown hairs that led down to his cock. He was still rock hard straining against the material of crotch. It bobbed with every finishing flourish of his arm. The last few cracks made your walls twitch, desperate to have him inside you.

Jack smirked from under his cowboy hat, still firmly on his head. "Oooo, Darlin'. Look at you. All spread out for me. Dripping for me."

Jack's fingers ran through the mess he'd made of you. Without warning two thick fingers were plunged into you. Your warm channel gave little protest as he filled you deeply, still the sudden intrusion made you gasp around the material in your mouth.

"Didn't I tell you to be quiet?" Another level of teasing.

There was no one around for miles. Save for the animals on Jack's ranch. Jack just wanted to exert as much power over you as he could.

Two stronger fingers pumped in and out of you with none of Jack's usual skill. The man was as deadly with his aim in the bedroom as he was on a mission. Your g-spot wasn't the target, no, that would be too easy. Jack wanted to bring you closer with the sheer force of his fingers stretching you open and pushing deep inside you. When he'd decided you'd had enough, he licked his fingers clean, holding your gaze the entire time.

Walking away, rolling the sculpted muscles of his shoulders as he did, he took up his position again. Another crack of the whip, this time tantalising close. You longed for a similar sting across your soft flesh. A few more displays of skill and you whimpered lowly. Not low enough for Jack to miss.

Dropping the whip he was on you in seconds. "I told you not to make a fucking sound." He large well trained had gripped your jaw. "I guess this is useless." He pulled the bandana free, tossed it over his shoulder. "Not. A. Sound." He warned before removing his hand.

When you didn't answer he slapped your cheek, a soft glancing blow, but enough to make you bite back a moan. A twisted part of you wanted to push him, to speak or to ignore him. He'd been at this for hours with no release for himself either. It probably wouldn't take much to goad him into finally fucking you. Looking him square in the eyes you said "Sorry? What was that?"

Jack's lips briefly quirked up at one corner before he was ripping his jeans down his legs. "My, you're a spirited one. You still need to be broken. Huh, Sugar?" His hand connected firmly with your breast.

"Yes." You moan before quipping. "Do you know anyone who can help?"

In one practised motion Jack swung his leg over your shoulder so he was straddling you. As he leant forward, his hard cock bobbed inches away from your mouth. Taking it in his hand he guided it past your lips. He kept lowering his hips until the tip nudged the back of your throat causing you to gag. Jack knew your gag reflex was sharp. That was a warning 'Test me, Honey, and see what you get.' He pulled out a little only for your head to rise off the pillow to chase him, near choking yourself as you did. It was Jack's turn to whimper. No, that wouldn't do.

Wrapping his hand around your throat he kept you pinned as he removed his length from the heat of your mouth. Dismounting you, he moved to the bottom of the bed. The two ropes tied to the bedposts were untied then tied together. Jack began to crawl up the bed in between your legs, hooking the rope over his neck as he did. As he crawled high, the rope tugged at your ankles, holding your legs wide open for him. His cock split you open in one long motion before he took up the whip from its place on the bed.

"Scream as loud as you want, Gorgeous. And hold onto your hat." He took his hat off to place on your head with a smirk.

Thankful that you had his permission you screamed as he started to thrust, hard. For each one he almost pulled out before splitting you open again. The tilt of your hips up off the bed, where your legs were being pulled by the rope across his broad shoulders, meant that he hit the perfect spot every, damn, time. That combined with the edging had your orgasm approaching in no time.

Jack could feel it too. "Don't you fucking dare! You come when I say."

The handle of his whip hit your ass to punctuate his words. The sting of it didn't help at all. "Please, Jack?" You whined and he stopped in his tracks.

"Please? What? You want me to let you come? After what you did?" Another smack of the handle across your ass. "I came home from a long mission. From not being able to touch you, to use this pretty mouth or tight little cunt. To find you with a man in the house and wearing one of those little sundresses for him to see." Another smack burned so good across the plump flesh of your backside. "I bet he didn't even make it all the way home before he jerked his cock at the sight of you. He probably had to pull his truck over somewhere." Another crack. "He probably took his cock in his hand and tugged it hard and fast thinking about that skimpy little dress barely covering your soft thighs. I bet you love the thought of that. A man covering himself in his load to the thought of you? Hmm? A man losing all control?"

One last swot across your ass saw him drop the whip and started fucking you again. His hands spread against your open thighs, his hips working fast. "That's what you like isn't it? When I lose control? When I fuck you hard and fast because I can't take the ache in my balls anymore. You dirty little whore.

"I like when you fill me with your cock then your come."

"You want my come? Then you better fucking take it. You can milk my cock for it. Work for it" One of his thumbs came down to press harshly against your clit. The vigorous side to side rub of it was overwhelming. Jack knew you would struggle to cum like that. All of it being too much for you. He taunted you as the striking of his cockhead inside you near blinded you with the light streaking behind your eyes.

"Where's that smart mouth now? Too cockdumb to talk? Did you have any witty words for him? While he was fucking you with his eyes." His free hand had found your throat, squeezing just enough to send a thrill to your core. "I want this cunt to clench around me. Be a good girl and come for me. Come, so I can paint your walls, so I can fill you up. Come."

The tension he'd had built over the last hour finally snapped. You writhed underneath him, fingers clawing at his arm, head pressed back into the pillow, mouth open in long low moan. You looked beautiful to him. Fucked out and vulnerable, his to do whatever he pleased with. It pushed him over the edge, he filled you deep. As deep as the groan from his chest. Once he was done, he pulled out to look at his handiwork. "My pussy. All pretty and creamy just for me."

"Yours, Jack. Always yours."

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ttupelohoneyy · 2 years ago

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Darlin'

Sabine is young, scared, but smart. She gets sent to Colombia through the embassy, to help out the hospitals, and gets housed in an apartment building with other Americans. The DEA agents.

Javier Peña x OC

Sabine Puentes - Ronni Hawk

Chapter One (Preview)

Sabine Puentes has been a nurse at the army base in Fort Worth, Texas for two years. Why she got sent to Colombia is beyond her…

She’s strong, seen a lot of pain and death. She’s worked hard and built up respect amongst her peers. But as she sits on the plane, she feels her tears welling up in her eyes. A pit in her gut. She feels like a scared little girl.

Meanwhile Javier Peña sits at his desk, chain smoking.

“Hey, did’ya know im gettin’ a neighbor today?” He says, taking another drag.

Steve looks up at him with his tired eyes, “No, I hadn’t heard that yet. Is it an agent?”

“No I heard hes a nurse, sent here to help out. Used to be an army nurse.”

“Mhm” Steve Murphy grunts out, “It’ll be nice to have someone to patch ya up when you get home, huh?” He pauses a moment to take a drag, “Whats his name?”

“I don’t know, all it says on the door is S. Puentes-Leija.”

“He was sent here by the embassy, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, we can look em up.”

Steve flicked through files and files of names and faces… finally landing on Puentes-Lejia.

“Well, that man, the nurse,” Steve’s voice lowers, “your, ahem, neighbor…”

Javier raises his eyebrows in anticipation

“Is a woman. A young woman. An attractive woman.” Javier snatches the file from between Steves forefinger and thumb.

“Don’t do it…”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“No but you thought something. Shes only 23 for God’s sake. Leave the poor girl be.”

Javier shakes his head, “Well, on that note, its time for lunch. Want anything?”

“Nah,” steve sighs, “Connie packed me somethin’.”

Javi nods, stubs out his cigarette and walks out, with full intention of going home and making sure his new neighbor didn’t need any help moving in her boxes.

#Spotify #narcos #javier peña #javier peña smut #smut #steve murphy #series #colombia #javier peña fic

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ttupelohoneyy · 3 years ago

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Punishment

Summary: Din, without telling you, took a dangerous job and leaves you alone in the middle of the night, locking you inside the ship. In the weeks he’s gone you have enough time to plan his punishment. A man dressed in metal should know better than to provoke you. Once he made his way back, a few well placed but powerful Magnets leave Din at your mercy.

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem. Reader

Wordcount: 2.8k

Rating: E for Explicit; Minors dni

Warnings: smut (oral; f receiving, fingering, female masturbation), use of magnets as restraints, hint of breeding kink, fem-dom ish

A/N: Beskar is magnetic and the Reader is very bendy in this fic. It is fiction after all lol This came all from a thot. Thank you to @the-scandalorian for being a big help and betaing this baby.

You knew he was looking at you.

You had barely turned around when you heard the hiss of the ramp lowering while you were making something for dinner? Lunch? You didn’t know. It was always dark outside, so you had lost all sense of time.

You had been stuck on this tiny ship on this planet for almost three weeks.Three long weeks, most of which you had spent locked on this ship because Din had made sure to exhaust you the night before he left without telling you, not giving you a chance to argue against him locking you inside.

He had been gone for hours when you finally woke up and found yourself alone and furious, because Din had lied to you.

Now he was back, and you could hear him.

How he stomped onto the ship.

How he dragged the heavy bounty towards the carbonite chamber.

How he activated the carbonite chamber.

Then, you heard him sigh and walk back to where you were.

You finished making your food in silence before you picked it up and turned around. You looked him over once to make sure he wasn’t injured in any way.

“You’re mad,” he said.

“Why would I be mad? Because you fucked me into oblivion and then left me even though you said you wouldn’t go after that bounty? Or because you locked me on the ship like a child and I couldn’t get out? Or because you didn't check back in with me or answer your com in the entire 23 days you left me here?”

“I’m…” he began, but you shook your head and held your hand up.

“Just get us off this god forsaken planet,” you grumbled as you walked past him and into your shared cabin, slipping the door closed behind you. Moments later, you heard the engine of the ship roar to life.

Were you being childish and dramatic? Of course you were.

You were also hurt that he lied to you. You had spent the last three weeks worried that something had happened to Din.

You hadn’t been angry from the beginning. He had told you he would go out on a hunt. He didn’t tell you, he would lock you onto the ship, so yeah you weren’t happy about it. But you knew he had his reasons. His biggest goal was to keep you safe not matter what.

But then three days in there was a holo from Greef Karga, thanking Mando for taking the puck of a bounty that apparently had been on the run for years, leaving no hunter coming after it alive. Even Greef told Din to be careful. Once you saw the holo and looked into the bounty you were scared for him. Scared that something would happen to Din.

You had tried to contact him via the com link, but he had never once answered you.

The bounty he had gone after had been on the run for almost three years. Every hunter who had ever accepted their puck was killed. You never told Din what to do—that wasn’t how the two of you worked. You both had slipped into this relationship without really intending for it to happen, but you made a good team. It was a boring story, really. He needed a mechanic, and you needed a place to sleep and a ride to Tatooine.

The rest was history.

And not once had you shared how worried you were every time he went out on a hunt—mostly because he always came back to you in one piece, and he was damn good at what he did.

You had never asked him not to take a puck.

The fact that you had said your vows only a week before all of this went down, that you had only been able to see the face of the man you loved one time before he left might have also been a big part in why you were mad.

But three weeks was a long time to be alone with your thoughts. And it was certainly enough time to plan a little revenge that would hopefully teach Din a lesson.

It was a little later when the ship was in hyperspace that you made your way into the cockpit to put your little revenge in motion.

You lingered in the door of the cockpit.

“I’m sorry,” he said. He was sitting in his pilot's chair, his helmet already off, but he hadn’t turned around towards you. “I should have told you, and I shouldn’t have left you without saying goodbye.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” you agreed with him. You walked over, standing behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“And I only locked you onto the ship because the planet wasn’t safe. I know you can take care of yourself but.. I wouldn’t have been able to focus on the bounty,” he explained, putting his hand on top of yours on his shoulder. He had already taken off his gloves too.

“You could also just… have not gone after the bounty, you know?” you sighed.

“It was good money.”

“Money doesn’t matter when you’re dead.”

“But I’m not.”

“This time,” you hissed, and he turned his head to look up to you, eyes widening when he found you completely naked. “Three weeks alone is a long time to think, Din. At first I was angry, furious even. I was also worried about you. Because even though you’re an idiot, you’re my idiot. And I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said, and you gave him a small smile.

“But you know what? Three weeks is just enough time to plan a little revenge on you. A lesson to teach you that you never fucking lie to me again, Din Djarin.” You smiled sweetly at him before you rounded the pilot’s seat and pressed a button.

Din’s posture changed immediately as the magnets came to life. His arms, legs and back stuck to the pilot's chair. He tilted his head as he looked down at his hands, trying to move his arms but failing. His muscles fighting against the invisible restraints.

“Never leave a mechanic alone on a ship when you’re wearing a full suit of Beskar my love.”

“Magnets,” he sighed, and you grinned.

“Very powerful magnets. Built them myself with the leftover parts we picked up on our stop on Nevarro,” you winked.

He sighed. “I guess I deserve that.”

“I think so too.”

“What-what are you gonna do with me?” he asked, and you slowly took a step towards him, straddling one of his legs.

“First, I’m going to ride your thigh to make myself cum. Then you are going to make me cum with your mouth. And then… I’m going to make myself cum on my fingers while sitting in your lap, and all you can do is watch.”

He groaned.

“You need to earn back your privilege of fucking my pussy, Din,” you whispered as you began to move on his thigh, your cunt slowly moving over his Beskar plate. His eyes were roaming all over your body, and you saw his hands twitch, just out of reach from your ass. His arms fighting to move closer to you but failing.

“So, you better think of how you can make it up to me,” you hummed, your hands on his shoulder as you moved on his thigh. You bit your lip as you rolled your hips.

“Fuck,” Din groaned, and you closed your eyes, throwing your head back as you chased your orgasm.

“Touched myself every night while you were gone…” you sighed, breathing deeply. “Thought about riding you until… fuck until you got me pregnant…” you took one hand off of his shoulder to run it up your stomach, cupping one of your breasts. You opened your eyes as you came with a silent cry. You leaned down and kissed Din hard, sucking his bottom lip in between your teeth before you let go. He whimpered as he looked up at you, and you breathed calmly.

“Mesh’la.. Please let me touch you…” he whined, and you grinned, leaning in as if to kiss him again. His eyes never left your lips, frustrated when you stopped just before your lips would have touched his.

“You will…” you grinned before you got off of his thigh. You tilted your head. Yes, what you planned next would probably be better if he’d be able to hold you, but you weren’t giving him that satisfaction. Instead you put your left foot on the seat next to his thigh, giving him a full view of your wet pussy.

You looked him down, seeing the unmistakable and very impressive bulge pressing against his pants. A part of you almost felt sorry for using him like this. Almost.

“Fuck, you’re so wet…” he groaned, his eyes focused on your pussy.

“Could have fucked this pussy everyday if you would have stayed with me,” you hummed. You pushed yourself off the ground so you were balancing on the chair on one foot before you hooked one leg over the back of his pilot's chair, bringing your pussy just out of reach from him. You looked down at him between your legs, as your hands pushed into his hair.

He growled, the seat shaking a little as he tried to move.

“Make me cum, Din,” you whispered, before you pushed your hips forward and his tongue was licking into you. You moaned, letting go of his hair to grab the back of the pilot’s seat to steady yourself. Din groaned against you as he moved his head, his tongue licking up your juices, his nose deliciously rubbing over your clit. He hummed against you, and you moaned quietly, while you moved your pussy against his mouth.

A part of you was regretting having Din restrained, wanting his hands to help hold you up as he ate you out like a man starved. Maker, why was he so good at this?

“Fuuck…” you moaned, one of your hands pulling at his hair as you continued to hold on to the chair.

“Cum, riduur,” he hummed against you, and even if you wanted to fight it, you couldn’t. He sucked your clit between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, and that was all it took for you to cry out in pleasure while he groaned against you, licking you through your orgasm.

“Maker, I missed your tongue…” you sighed, looking down at him. His brown eyes were looking up at you, his hair a mess from the way you had been pulling at it. You released your grip on the chair, unhooking your leg from behind the seat and bringing it down onto the seat next to his thigh as you bent down to kiss him. He moaned, parting his lips for you as your tongue dove into his mouth, tasting yourself.

“Please…” he whimpered against your lips.

“Please what?” you whispered against his lips, kissing down his jaw.

“I’m sorry… Please let me be inside of you…”

“You’re sorry?” you asked, looking at him

“So sorry. Please…”

You looked into his eyes, seeing that he meant it. And a part of you wanted to release him. To feel him deep inside of you.

But another part wanted to find out just what all this teasing would bring you in the end, once you did release him.

You carefully stepped down from the seat, leaning with your ass against the control panel. You took a moment to just take him in, his face glistening from your arousal, his eyes big and wild as he looked at you. You sucked your bottom lip in as you saw how big his bulge was, and you decided to have a little mercy on him. Taking a step closer, you slowly unzipped his pants, his cock almost springing out as soon as the zipper was down.

“Yes.. Maker… Thank you…” he whispered, out of breath.

His cock was painfully hard, the tip almost purple, and you couldn’t stop yourself as you swiped your finger over the tip to gather some of the precum and brought it to your lips.

“Mhh… I think it’s time for you to watch me make myself cum on my fingers,” you said, and he shook his head. You could see how much he was fighting against the invisible restraints (damn, you did a really good job with those magnets), his knuckles white from the way he was holding to the armrests.

“Once I’m free…” he growled.

“Maybe I’ll just keep you like that here…” you smiled as you took a step towards him, straddling his legs, careful to leave enough space so you weren’t touching his cock in any way. “My personal Mandalorian sex toy…” you smiled wider, and he groaned.

“Please let me touch you,” Din begged.

“No,” you breathed, before you began to run your hands all over your body. You didn’t even know if it would be possible to make yourself cum a third time without him touching you but it was a nice game and you wanted to play it until the end.

“You like these tits?” you asked, your hands massaging them softly, pulling a little on your nipples. He nodded, his eyes following your every move. When you glanced down, you could see his cock twitch between you.

“Mmmm, yes I know you do. Bet you wish you could suck on them right now…” you continued. You let one hand slowly run down your stomach, your other hand still playing with your breast. Your hand wandered down until you were brushing over your damp curls going deeper until you reached your slick folds.

“Fuck, I’m so wet…” you almost chuckled.

“I can hear it…” Din said, and you bit your lip as you began to rub circles over your clit, the cockpit filling with the slick noise of you touching yourself.

“Shit… I don’t know if I can cum again…” you sighed, and Din nodded.

“I know you can… Keep rubbing that clit and look at me…” he rasped, and you swallowed as you held eye contact.

“Now push two fingers inside of you while you keep massaging your tits…” he said, and you felt a shiver run up your spine as he told you what to do.

“Din…” you whimpered.

“Fuck.. Yes… I know… Maker, I wish… Wish that I had stayed with you. Would have woken you up every morning with my tongue between your legs… You like that, don’t you?” he asked, and you bit your bottom lip as you nodded. “I’m so close and you haven’t even touched me… You’re so fucking beautiful. My wife…” he continued, and you added a third finger inside of yourself as you moved your fingers, mirroring what Din would do if he were free.

“Want you to cum deep inside me…” you moaned quietly as you felt the familiar feeling of your orgasm approaching. “Want you to fuck me until I can’t walk…” you whined. “Want you to know what you’re missing the next time you leave me in your bed…”

“I will never do that ever again…” he promised. “Now cum for me…” he said, and against all odds you did, crying out his name as you rode out your orgasm.

“So fucking beautiful…” you heard Din hum, and you closed the distance between you, kissing him hard. He groaned against your lips, and you parted from his lips, feeling his still very hard cock against your stomach.

“You didn’t cum…”

“You said you wanted me to cum inside of you,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

“I did, didn’t I?” you smirked. Slowly, your legs feeling like jelly you got up from his lap, stretching your muscles.

“How long until we are in Nevarro?” you asked as you looked at him.

“At least 40 hours.”

“Autopilot is on?” you asked, and he nodded. “If you ever lie to me or leave me like that, I will make sure you will regret it for the rest of your life,” you warned.

“I think I learned my lesson.”

“Good,” you nodded, reaching behind you, your fingers hovering over the button that would deactivate the magnets.

“Then I think you should spend the next 40 hours trying to get your wife pregnant, Din,” you hummed. He looked at you with hungry eyes, his Adam's apple bobbing, and you pushed the button that deactivated the magnets and ran out of the cockpit.

You didn’t even make it to the door before he had you flipped around and pressed against it, pulling your legs around his waist, his lips on yours before he pushed into you for the first of many, many times before you would arrive in Nevarro.

Definitely pregnant.

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ikissdin’s masterlist ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

18+ content. minors do not interact!

♡ ྀ — fluff

☆ — smut

꩜ — angst

agent whiskey

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the cowboy next door ☆ — a retired whiskey is left with too much time on his hands, but thankfully your bedroom window makes for great entertainment.

din djarin

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the green-eyed monster ☆ ꩜ ♡ ྀ— following grogu’s departure, you and din are both left empty with holes to fill— perhaps one of you more than the other. when held captive in a confined cell, you’re both forced to address the growing tension.

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the green-eyed monster ♡

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

summary: following grogu’s departure, you and din are both left empty with holes to fill— perhaps one of you more than the other. when held captive in a confined cell, you’re both forced to address the growing tension.

warnings: angst, discussions of children and pregnancy, din is kind of an asshole but he has his reasons, brief mentions of alcohol, mutual pining, jealousy, captivity, ample mentions of breeding, manhandling, thigh-riding, degradation, unprotected sex, one allusion to anal sex, dacryphilia, the beskar stays on in the bedroom, fluff.

word count: 8.6k (sorry…)

authors note: pretend the razor crest was still standing strong after the season two finale of the mandalorian if u want to read this in peace

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When I was watching the episode with @wrong-planet-boy I commented on how grogu's seat looked like something you would find at a playground at McDonald's

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ruination.

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for @little-diable ’s 10k ♥️

enemies to lovers.

cw: mentions of blood, violence

There was a viciousness about him. He was wrathful, decimating everything in his path the moment he didn’t get his way. He was infamous for violence throughout the First Order, and the surrounding galaxies.

People whispered on far away planets about the dark supreme leader, Kylo Ren, who rivaled even Anakin Skywalker in his abilities to harness the force. Everyone was afraid of him, bowing and relenting to the First Order, all to avoid being the target of Kylo’s rage.

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pairing: din djarin x f!reader

word count: 6.5

rating: e (minors take a hike dni)

song inspo: what once was by her’s

summary: the mandalorian confides with you about something that’s been weighing heavily on his mind and you remind him of what truly matters

warnings: tbobf spoilers, slight angst, language, tension™️, smut, thigh riding, improper use of beskar armor, fingering, praise kink, piv unprotected sex (wrap it up), mild dom/sub

author’s note: y’all asked for a part two for Distraction and i did👏🏽not👏🏽hesitate👏🏽 to write this. this takes place between ep 5 and 6 of tbobf and goes a tiny bit divergent. plus din deserves a lil tlc for what he’s been through and i’ve been dipping my fingers into writing smut so i hope you guys enjoy! 👌🏽✨

He comes and goes. You don’t see him often and you try not to care too much. But each time, he’s away longer and stays shorter. Having no idea when his next visit comes. Which would be fine, if the times he was here weren’t so… confusing.

Sure, you flirted and he flirted back. But nothing really happened. It was harmless fun. And it’s not like you were twiddling your thumbs waiting for him. You had a life. Albeit, a steady life with not much room for excitement. You went out occasionally, went to cantinas and let people buy you drinks. You never went home with anyone though. And you’ve been ignoring the reason why.

It’s not like you were saving yourself. You’re not waiting around for him to sweep you off your feet. There have been plenty of advances from strangers and you’ve maybe entertained the notion of having a roll in the sand with someone. But you haven’t. You can’t. They’re not him.

You throw yourself into your work, giving yourself hardly anytime for intrusive thinking. Peli doesn’t necessarily spare you work, but even she tries to relieve you of busy work that doesn’t need immediate attention. Calling it “droid work.”

“I don’t mind,” you lie, “more experience.”

It’s been 6 months since the test flight. Since you’ve been off-planet. Since he touched you the way he did that late night building the starfighter. He comes once in a while for repairs and maintenance. The repairs are always minor and take less than a day, which makes you wonder why he wouldn’t just put it off. He’s a busy man, and he doesn’t need to come as often as he does. So why does he bother?

He’s always respectful and stoic and still always so serious, it makes you laugh to yourself. You’ve gotten to know him over time. Learning about his travels, how much he loved the crest despite it being a wreck most of the time. But mostly he talked about his kid. How he found him, his powers, his insatiable hunger which made you laugh. Each story he told you made you feel… transported. You felt the excitement, the danger, and you found yourself replaying them in your mind when you couldn’t sleep. Which confronted you with a hard truth.

The Mandalorian was more often than not that last thing you thought of before falling asleep.

•

The music blares from your stereo, the sound fills the entire garage at full blast as you work. The table it rests on rumbles with each beat, rattling loose tools and bolts and you’re in your own world. You got it in a trade a few months ago from some Jawas in exchange for some spare parts and it hasn’t seen a day without use. It helps you focus on your work and shut out your thoughts.

The speeder you’re working on has been a bitch to repair. You’re half covered in grease, the top of your coveralls rolled down to your waist, pulling out corroded parts from underneath. It’s nearing the end of the day and you’re dying for a break. If you could just…get this… damn… bolt…out…

The rusty bolt breaks loose without warning and oil comes pouring out, splashing thickly onto your tank top. You let out a curse, quickly crawling out of the way and setting the bucket next to you under the stream. You rise to your feet and groan in frustration. “Fuck this speeder!” You blurt out. You look down to your chest covered in thick black oil, long burnt inside the oil pan, the pungent smell burns the hairs in your nose. Shit. It was one of your favorites, too…

The garage is an open space but there’s no one here with you. So, you don’t think twice about taking off your shirt, no rag is gonna save it. Once over your head, you toss it across the room , exposing just the black breast band around your torso. You sigh as you walk to the table and look for another bolt and a matching wrench to cap the oil pan once it finishes draining. You figure that’s enough work for today. The owner won’t come for another couple days anyway. And Peli won’t be back until-

A hand brushes your arm from behind and your adrenaline spikes. Grabbing the heavy wrench, you twist around ready to swing hard when a firm leather hand grips your wrist to a halt above your head. You freeze and all you see is silver.

“Good to see you, too!” Mando shouts over the loud music.

You exhale deeply. Your tense muscles feel they’re about to give out completely. Maker, you hate when he does that. He releases your wrist and you quickly turn off your stereo.

“You have one more time to fucking scare me like that,” you huff, still trying to catch your breath. He just blows a laugh through his nose.

“Sorry, I just landed a minute ago,” and he points his thumb behind him. You lean to the side to peek behind his shoulder and, sure enough, you see the N-1 parked on the far side of the hangar. How the hell did you miss that?

“I tried yelling but you seemed…,” Distracted? “…busy.” And he does that signature tilt of his helmet and your chest aches.

You chuckle, trying to seem like you got your head screwed on right. “So,” you twist around to the work table, dropping the wrench, “what’d you break this time, shiny?” Grabbing a rag, you try to wipe off some of the grease and oil from your arms, only for it to spread around more.

“Nothing this time,” he leans back against the nose of the speeder and crosses his arms. “I have business in Mos Espa tomorrow and I thought I’d pay you a visit.” Pay you a visit? No business?

“Peli isn’t here,” you keep your focus on scrubbing your arms. “She had some business on the other side of town. Won’t be back for a couple days.” You decidedly give up on cleaning yourself, tossing the rag on the table and turning to face him with a hand on your hip.

And he’s silent again. His crossed arms make his shoulders look broader. He keeps his visor on you, tilting his helmet curiously to the side. Is he gonna say something? You give him a half-smile and raise your eyebrows slightly, signaling to him that you’re waiting for a response.

“You dress like that often?”

Your cheeks flush. Not at your starkness, but the fact that he’s pointed it out to you makes you wonder how long he’s been watching you. How long was he standing there? Was he there watching when you peeled that tank top off? It’s not like he’s averting his eyes from you at all. He’s not shy about it. And neither are you.

“Oh,” you look down at your torso, pretending you completely forgot. You start pulling up the top part of your worn grey coveralls and place the short sleeves back on your shoulders, but you don’t bother to zip it closed.

“Not really,” you tease, “just for well paying customers.” A mischievous smile crosses your lips and it’s only then that he looks away and chuckles to himself. Hearing that sweet sound makes you realize how much you really missed him.

You take a seat next to him on the speeder, resting your arms behind you on the hood. You chew over what to say but Mando beats you to it. “It’s been a while,” he starts, “everything ok?” He sounds suddenly stern. The air becomes heavy, like you both know the answer. Your legs kick as they dangle from the edge.

“Things are pretty dangerous around here.” Your eyes are cast downward. “It’s not safe to go out at night with the Pykes around. They’re relentless, things won’t go back to normal until they’re gone.”

“Are you safe?” The words leave his mouth without hesitation. He faces you and gently places his hand on top of yours, trying to convey how important your answer is to him. After a few moments, your name slips past his lips and your whole being is softened.

“I’m a big girl, Mando. I can protect myself.” Taking his hand in yours, your thumb runs over his knuckles, the leather worn and soft.

“I know you can.” he speaks softly. Both of you, looking at the hands between you. Your hands mix and run over each other for a while. Enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. His gloves are getting a little dirty from the oil, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Tell me about you,” you sigh, “Anything new?” Mando pauses. After a beat, he turns away and releases a sigh that makes your heart sink. Damn, that bad huh?

“Maker, it sounds like you need a drink,” you quip. He breathes a laugh through his nose and gives your hand a loving squeeze.

“I won’t say no to that,” he admits. You can hear his smile and, even though you can’t see it, it makes your own lips curl up. You slide off the hood of the speeder and turn on your heels to face him, patting the dust off your pants.

“There’s some cold ale in Peli’s office,” you offer. “It’s nothing fancy but it’s the only cold thing we’ve got besides water.” Mando nods then stands up straight to face you, sticking his thumb through the front of his belt. His helmet tilts down to you and his whole frame makes you feel so small. From his broad shoulders to his inky black visor peering down to you.

“I’m just… gonna grab a shower first. I’ll be back with the ales.” Looking up to his visor like this fills you with a weird mixture of timidness and excitement. And that familiar spark starts to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll wait here for you.”

A warm, gloved hand finds purchase under the curve of your chin and your stomach flips. And instantly you’re back in that cockpit months ago, aching for his fingers to wander around your throat. It’s always so hard when he does things like this.

“Kay’…,” you breathe. You smile warmly, holding the same hand and squeezing it. You almost want to cry as you pull away.

•

“I saw Grogu.”

Your head snaps to his direction. Mando looks forward with empty eyes. His thumb runs circles over the spout of the amber bottle in his hand.

You don’t remember exactly when this little ritual began. It just got comfortable enough between the two of you to share a drink together once in a while with his helmet removed. Usually, when it was after dark or behind closed doors. But these moments are held close to your chest. You felt honored to have earned his trust.

It’s past sunset. The burning orange sky now a hazy purple like smoke from a snuffed flame. You both sit back in the same garage on some crates arranged into some seats and a table. The “table” is littered with sabacc cards left behind by Peli and a few empty bottles of ale. The only source of light coming from a small metal fire pit. The fire crackles and pops as you and the Mandalorian sit side by side and talk.

After you cleaned up, you didn’t bother with your regular day clothes. Opting for comfort, since the day was over, you pulled on some soft shorts and a tank top. A warm wool blanket drapes over your shoulders and your bare toes dig into the sand.

“When?” Your voice is timid and low. It takes Mando a moment to answer. “‘Few months ago.” His voice doesn’t falter or waver. And, that’s what breaks your heart. Hiding his emotions has become a skill he’s perfected. A few months? Months he’s been keeping that inside?

“He didn’t see me,” he continues, taking another long swig of ale.

You search his eyes for an answer but his focus remains forward. As if locking eyes with you will crumble whatever wall he’s built to protect himself.

“Are you ok?” You regret your question almost instantly. Kind of an inconsiderate thing to say when the wound is open. How the fuck do you think? But he remains quiet. Probably still trying to figure out the answer for himself.

“What happened?” Your tone is hushed. You almost don’t want to ask him. You don’t want to overstep yourself. But it’s so clear that he’s been keeping something like this inside for far too long.

“In order to master his abilities, Jedi must forgo all attachment,” his words sound rehearsed, almost recited. “As much as I wanted to see him, I can’t ignore the fact that he’s safer with them.”

Your fingers grip around your bottle so tightly your knuckles almost turn white. He can’t think that’s true. It’s not.

“But, you love him,” you murmur. To you the words slip out so freely, it’s an easy equation. You don’t let go of the things you love. But he doesn’t turn. He doesn’t fight. His eyes just look down ahead of him.

“He’s better off.” Liar.

“No,” you blurt out, “That’s not true.” The words are out of your big mouth before you realize. And suddenly, you don’t give a shit about overstepping. You set your bottle on the crate and stand up in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“You are the one that saved him. You are the one who protected him. You were the only one that was there for him.” His eyes are blown wide as he watches you go off on your rant. “How can they take him and talk to you about attachment?” His fist clenches and his brows knot tightly.

“It was his choice, I can’t control-“

“Then they should give him that choice too. He’s just a child,” you plead. You don’t know why you’re so passionate about the subject. You have met neither Grogu nor any Jedi. But you have to believe that attachment isn't a weakness. You have to believe that Mando doesn’t think that.

“What about your creed? What about loyalty? You need. To go. Back.”

He bolts up. His figure looms over you with his chest puffed. You can practically see steam blow out his nostrils. His demeanor makes you freeze for a moment, but you’re stubborn. Finding your metal, you stand your ground.

“You don’t talk to me about my creed,” he snarls. His seething expression is something you hoped to never see. However unrealistic it may sound. But his eyes. His eyes betray him. You step closer to him as you continue to search into them, to beseech to him. He exhales sharply through his nose. His gloved hand rests on the base of your neck underneath the blanket still draped on your frame. Running his thumb on the side of your throat, like an apology.

“You are the last person I want to hurt,” his voice is low and hoarse and plunges through your chest like a knife. His jaw tenses, he tries to speak through his gritted teeth. “So, please… I need to do something right for once.” He’s at war with himself, it’s plain as day.

Calmly, your hands slowly lift up, resting your hands on his arm. His chest is still puffed but his temper diminishes. You let out a sigh that’s been stuck in your throat. You’re so tired. You have so many questions that you need answered and it’s impossible to ignore anymore.

“Then why are you here?” Am I still just your distraction? “Why do you come here and drink with me and touch me and… and…,” And leave. You release a shaky breath. “What are we doing, Mando?” Each word is more hushed than the last. Maker, you hate this. You hate feeling so vulnerable. Feeling your eyes sting, you bow your head down. Him seeing you cry just might kill you.

You give in and lean your forehead to his chest right above his cuirass. Feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. His fingers gently rub the back of your neck, the scent of his cape kisses your nose and you hate him. You really fucking hate him.

Mando exhales through his nose. You can feel the muscles in his arm tense just above his vambrace. For a while, all that’s heard in the air is the crackling of wood burning. After a few moments, he finally finds his words. “I just…need to protect you. I’ve lost my kid and my creed. I can’t lose you too.“

A ball lodges in your throat. Even after he pauses, you remain silent, waiting for him to continue. He’s always been so serious and you’d normally make fun of him for it. But you’ve never seen him so earnest.

“I’m a selfish man ,” he goes on, “And you deserve more. And If I’m not good enough for the kid then-“

“Stop,” you cut him off. It takes every bit of strength inside you to pull away from him but you do. His gloved hand moves to cup your jaw and your hand caresses the sliver of skin exposed underneath.

“You make it sound like everything is already decided,” the words spill freely from your lips and you’re not stopping, you can’t.

“I know you’re hurting. But I also know you don’t believe that being attached is a weakness. It’s not in your nature. It hurts because you’re important to each other. And you’re both going to wonder what could’ve been for the rest of your lives. You need to talk to him. Or it’ll be your biggest regret.”

And then it hits you like a fucking gut punch.

Oh shit.

His warm brown eyes are locked on to yours. Your neck cranes to match his attention and you’re completely frozen. His hand stalls beneath your jaw and you’re practically chest to chest. Your words were so blurred and you realize now that you hadn’t said Grogu’s name at all during your little speech. You really were speaking from the heart. His eyes grow wider with the realization. Are you talking to him or yourself?

Your cheeks are flushed red and your mouth is open before you can think. “For Grogu!” You stammer, the last thing you want him to think is that you’ve completely forgotten about his son. “You need to talk to Grogu! I mean if you think… if you feel like that with… I just want you to know that-“

Mando cuts you off mid sentence. It’s so quick that your mind takes a second to catch up. But without warning, his lips crash onto yours and it’s bliss. It’s gentle and warm and everything you’ve been craving since he first walked into your life. You melt under him and he cradles your head with both hands like you might slip through his fingers. You give in and move your lips against his. He tastes so fucking good. You can even taste the ale he was just drinking. Your lips meld and mix perfectly together, moving in perfect unison. And you absolutely adore the way his stubble scratches your skin. His lips pull away with a pop and your breath is completely taken away. He rests his forehead on yours, catching his own breath. The loose curls of his hair tickle your skin.

“You’re fucking irresistible when you ramble like that,” he huffs, his voice turned low and raspy and it sends a shiver up your spine. His words make you so weak and you can’t handle it anymore. And the spark burns into an inferno.

Your arms snake their way up his chest and around his neck, effectively pulling him down to you. Your lips meet again with fervor as the wool blanket on your shoulders drops to the floor. His hands leave you and you whine into his open mouth. He desperately removes his gloves and tosses them to where the drinks stand forgotten on the table. His bare hands glide underneath the hem of your tank top and grip onto the flesh of your waist. The sensation makes you both groan. His tongue licks the seam of your lips, asking for permission. You welcome him and if you thought he tasted good before, you’re about to eat him alive now. He kisses you like he’s fucking starved to taste you.

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jaw and lands on the plains of your neck. Gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive area as his hands knead your waist. Heat pools between your legs and all you can do is surrender yourself to him.

“You took so long,” you mewl. You thread your fingers through his soft curls and fist his hair when he pinches the skin of your neck between his teeth, he hisses at the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you.” His voice rumbles through your entire being. You can feel his grin against your skin and suddenly you feel like you're in danger. In the best possible way.

He bends down, his hands run below the curve of your ass, and scoops you up by your thighs with ease, you gasp in surprise. Instinctually, you wrap your legs around his hips crossing your ankles at his lower back. You laugh against his lips as he takes his seat back on the crate. Without breaking away from the kiss, he hooks his hand under the bend of your knee, positioning you to straddle his beskar clad thigh. You hiss at the cold contact between your legs even through your shorts. You’re about to ask what it is he wants exactly until Mando’s strong hands grab handfuls of your ass with a good squeeze. And you can’t even form thoughts in your head let alone remember your question.

Then everything slows to a crawl. And you’re drunk in each other’s presence. Your eyelids are heavy with lust. And his gaze is fixed on your flushed face. He’s completely silent aside from his heavy breaths through his slightly open lips. Gods, his lips. They’re plush and raw from kissing you. Your hands tangle through his dark hair. A bit shaggy and long and so soft you could get lost in it for hours. He presses a soft slow kiss to your lips and you’re drowsy with affection.

“You look so beautiful right now, you know that?” His breath brushes on your cheeks. Something inside you shatters. Maybe it’s your pride. Or maybe it’s the wall you built to protect yourself from being hurt. But you crumble above him. Not even able to look him in the eyes as your cheeks burn red. ‘Beautiful’ isn’t something you’ve been called since… you can’t even remember when. One of your hands leaves his shoulder to cover your face from your cheeks to your ears and your eyes turn away.

“What?,” he asks softly. A slight amusement laces his voice. “You’re so shy now, when you just told me off a minute ago?” He murmurs against your ears and you continue to fall apart. Gently, he takes his hand and places it on top of the one that rests on your face, guiding it back to face him directly.

“Don’t look away, pretty girl,” you melt hearing his little nickname for you, the same words he said that late night when you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other.

“Please,” you whisper. You’re not sure what you're asking for exactly. Maybe just an end to your misery. Your pupils are blown wide underneath your heavy lashes and your head is foggy. You need him.

“Please what?” His voice is gruff. He presses delicate wet kisses along your jaw. You turn to kiss his mouth but he pulls away just before you reach him and you whine in protest. Your hands cradle the sides of his neck as he continues. And he breathes out your name against your hot skin.

“Please, Mando-“

“Din”

Your entire body stills. You’re silent, waiting for another response but it doesn’t come. Gliding your thumb along the line of his jaw, your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes. Is that…is that his name?

“Din?” You sigh, tasting the word in your mouth and your heart swells. He’s giving you his name. Earning another piece of him, like when he removed his helmet to you the first time. You repeat it, getting used to the feeling, and his chest puffs with pride. His hands flex tightly at your hips. He likes when you say it.

“Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, his large frame cages you in and you feel like you’re being enveloped in him. Your hips buck forward, whimpering at the friction of your pulsing clit against his thigh. “Tell me what you want,” he urges.

“Keep touching me,” you choke out. Rolling your hips again, you find relief only for a moment before you’re aching for more. The metal beneath now warmed from your heat. “Anywhere.” He doesn’t hesitate to oblige.

His left arm wraps around your hips, urging you to tilt back slightly. With his right, he yanks the bottom of your shirt up to your collarbone, exposing your breasts. Taking one in his hand, Din squeezes and pulls until you're writhing above him. Running his thumb over your pebbled nipples. You moan at the sensation and you can’t stop yourself from slowly grinding against his holy armor. Gripping his shoulders to hold you steady against him.

“Don’t stop,” he pants, “Take what you want, pretty girl.” He even matches the pace of your hips with his kneading. Perfectly content watching you chase your pleasure. Fuck, If anyone walked in this hangar right now…

He takes your mouth again, biting and licking as you pant for air. The arm around your waist pushes and pulls to your rhythm, encouraging you to move faster and harder. Your shorts are soaked through, since you didn’t opt for underwear after your shower, and you practically glide on top of him with how slick you are. He swipes his thumb over your peaks again and again until you feel your orgasm cresting deep inside you.

Out of nowhere, Din bounces his leg, making you bounce along with the movement and the beskar presses hard against your clit. Your breath is caught in your throat and stars fill your vision from the over sensitivity. You gasp against his mouth and he just smiles, feeling so fucking proud of himself. Bastard.

“Do that again,” you pant. He’s quick to respond, bouncing his leg harder this time and watching shamelessly at the way your tits bounce along. “Again,” you moan. And you both reach a rhythm of bouncing and grinding that sends you into a frenzy.

“Din… Din, please…,” you beg and cry his name over and over and he’s desperate to keep drawing those pretty noises from you. He dives down, taking your breast in his hot mouth and you sob. Sucking and flicking your pert nipples with his tongue. Groaning at the sweet taste of your sweat and the smell of your soap. The sight alone is about to send you over the edge. Your hips falter, you’re desperate for release. It’s right there, right there, right there…

“Oh fuck…fuck,” you cry out, white hot heat washes over your body as you cum hard, making a mess on top of him. A shrill moan escapes from deep within you and echoes in the garage. You plunge your face into the crook of his neck, moaning into his cape as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm. You’re both spent, breathing heavily into each other in tempo. He rubs your bare back as you come down your high, dragging his nails lightly across your skin and you melt at the gesture.

He drags his hand up to the base of your neck and threads his fingers through your hair. You hum in delight, loving the slow paced caresses after such an intense climax. You want to return the attention. With your head laying on Din’s shoulder, you reach between the two of you, grazing your hand down his cuirass slowly until you reach his groin. He’s painfully hard from just from watching you fuck his thigh. You palm him over his flight suit and he twitches beneath your hand, letting out a deep, throaty moan. You instantly smile, wanting to hear him more so you give him a firm squeeze and his hips buck against you.

He groans your name into your shoulder, pulling you impossibly close. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe, pressing sweet pecks along his jawline.

“Where’s your bed,” he growls against your ear and you shiver. You quickly give him a peck on the cheek as you try to rise to your feet. Wobbling a little bit before standing up straight, adjusting your shirt and shorts. You catch a glimpse of him right before he stands and your mouth fucking waters at the sight of his cock imprinted on his pants. The length of him reaching damn near his mid-thigh. You did that.

It’s the longest walk of your life making your way across the hangar. You're buzzing with anticipation, and he hasn’t even taken his hands off you the entire time. Going past the little office and the common area, you finally come to your room. The only privacy being two cloth curtains that drape to the floor. You’re pushed inside and he’s back on you. Kissing you within an inch of your life, running his hands up and down your body. You respond in kind.

The room is lit only from a few hangar lights that filter in from a small window facing outside. Some crates and parts are scattered along the walls of what was originally a storage room. But you’ve made it your own. The evidence of your personality everywhere, adorning the walls and few pieces of furniture with different objects of interest and curiosities. Both you make your way to the bed that rests against the far wall by the head.

Kissing along his jawline, your fingers tug on his cuirass. You look up at him with doe eyes, asking for permission. He nods, taking your hands and resting them on the beskar, guiding you where to detach them. He briefly asks if you’re safe and you nod in return without hesitation. You take your time removing each piece of armor and setting them gently on a chair adjacent to the bed. Laying them down with respect one by one, then his cape until just his flight suit remains.

As much as he appreciates the sentiment, Din is all too eager to taste you again. His hands find the bend of your knees and swiftly pull back, making you fall flat on your back upon the bed. Kicking off his boots, he’s on top of you in an instant. It’s chaos trying to remove each other’s clothes. With each piece thrown aside without care, kissing and licking the exposed skin until you’re both bare.

He slips his hand between your legs as he flicks his tongue with yours, gliding his middle fingers along the seam of your wet heat. You’re spiraling underneath him. You cry out when the pads of his fingers press slow circles on your puffy clit. He groans at how slick you feel on his hand. “Fuck,” he grits out, “You’re pretty everywhere.” His pace is slow but steady and you’re fucking dying to be filled with him already.

“Always wanted you like this,” he confesses. He plunges his thick fingers into your needy cunt until his knuckles brush your entrance, curling his fingers expertly against your walls and all you can do is fist the sheets and cry his name like a prayer. Your eyes close shut and your brow furrows tightly. “Wanted to bend you over that speeder when I saw you. Looking fucking beautiful with all that grease on you.” His length is pressed hard against the side of your hips, trying not to buck but he can’t help himself whenever you say his name.

The sheets aren’t enough to hold onto. You’re desperate to cling onto something, anything. Your hands fly to his back, strong and muscular and ripe for scratching. You dig in your fingers and drag your nails harshly down to his lower back and then press a long sweet kiss upon his shoulder. A raw guttural moan leaves his throat and he thrusts hard against your hip before he can stop it, completely floored by the duality of your actions.

“Please,” you whine, your voice is so hoarse it almost hurts to speak. “I need to feel you. I need it.” You’re so fucking hungry for him, you’ve waited so long for this, to be as close as possible with him. He leaves your heat and grabs your legs with both hands. Ripping your knees apart wider, he positions himself over you and his cock finds your entrance like a fucking magnet. He plunges into you and you both groan low and loud, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he splits you in two.

“Fuck- Din!” you cry out.

“I got you… I got you,” he voice falters as he huffs your name against your ear. “You feel so good.”

He stretches your walls impossibly but you have a vice grip on him that sends him spiraling. Every muscle in his body feels tight as he tries not to spill everything he has inside you right now. He rocks shallow thrusts into you until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. Gods, there’s more?

You lock your ankles together at the small of his back, nudging him to move. Pressing little wet kisses along your jaw and up to your mouth, he kisses you deeply as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in completely. You gasp against his lips but he cuts it off with another heated kiss. You feel so full of him as sets a pace, he bottoms out with each thrust. You’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow and you can’t wait.

His arms cage you in, propping himself above you by his elbows. He picks up the pace and your eyes roll back as they shut tightly. Everything about him is so intense, so all consuming, like everything could be gone in the next moment. The way he kisses you, the way he moans your name, and now the way he fucks you. It’s more than flirtation and distraction now. You need him. You need him like fucking air. And he needs you.

“Take me so good,” he growls in between thrusts, hammering into you now. “Such a good girl for me.” Oh, you love that. You love that a lot. You moan at his praises, begging for more. Your nails scratch down his back to provoke him and he nearly collapses on top of you with how it makes his whole being tremble. Back scratching, noted.

“You like that?” You love to tease him. Even though he’s the one in control, you feel a power trip knowing what makes him fall apart. His head dips to your shoulder, and suddenly you feel like you’ve awoken a sleeping beast. He groans low like he’s angry and you know you fucked up.

He snakes his hand down to the bend of your knee, hooking under with a grip so tight it digs into your flesh. He slowly hikes your leg higher and higher until you’re folded. Pinning your leg to your side, he slams back into your cunt to the hilt, hitting that devastating spot deep inside you. Your sharp gasp devolves into a moan and you’ve learned your lesson. Your shocked expression makes him chuckle and you’re tempted to provoke him again.

He kicks up a crushing pace as he starts fucking you hard into the bed. Pounding into your hips relentlessly as the room is filled with the sound of your bodies coming together. He keeps hitting that spot perfectly inside and you can feel yourself about to fall off the edge again. “Right there,” you sob, “Don’t stop.” You can barely form the words that spill from your lips and brush against your cheek. He drives into you with everything he’s got and all you can do is cry out his name.

“Din…Din…Din-“, you topple over. Throwing your head back on the pillow, your nails dig half moons into his back as your orgasm wracks through your entire body, running over you like warm water on your skin. He chokes out your name. Feeling you squeeze around his cock he sucks in air through his teeth. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes are shut and his brow is knotted tightly. His hips stutter and his thrusts become shallow as he digs deeper and deeper until he groans loudly, spilling into your wet heat, gritting out curses as he pulses inside you and exhaustion sets in.

He releases your knee and you’re both utterly spent. Collapsing into each other and panting into the hot air, tangled together. Silence settles around you and there’s nothing else that exists outside this room. He lazily wipes the damp hair from your face and you’re not entirely sure if it’s from sweat or tears. Fuck, that was good. How you wish your first time would’ve felt. And yet, everything about him feels like a first for you.

He presses gentle kisses along your neck and cheek. Even after all that, he still makes you feel so soft. You’re moved by his tenderness as much as you’re moved by his savagery. You return the affection by running your fingers through his hair, slightly damp from sweat.

Your eyelids are heavy and you’re so close to sleep when Din cradles your cheek in his hand, bringing you in closer. “Come with me.” His lips press a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hmm?” You’re almost too tired for words right now.

“Come with me,” he repeats. “There’s something I have to do first but… you were right. I need to see him again.” His hushed tone speaks volumes and you try to fight your drowsiness to listen.

You smile at the notion. Meet Grogu? Possibly bring him back? You might be getting ahead of yourself there but you’re so touched by his offer. He wants you to meet his son. How could you say no to that? You already know the answer.

“How would I fit in the ship,” you whisper.

He smiles against your skin. “Just like the last time,” he quips.

The memory floods your mind. The way you wrapped your arms around him, the way his hands grazed your throat. You grin and turn to rest your forehead against his. A content sigh escapes through your nose. And then his hand wraps around your wrist. He gently guides your hand upward and lays your palm against his chest. Feeling his heart beat so hard like it’s about to burst.

“Please,” he breathes.

Oh, you do like it when he says please.

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