#padika's request game

[littlepadika]

🎀 pink (Din)

🧼 laundry detergent (fake dating)

🍄cottage core (innocent kink)

with some fluff and smut included maybe?? 🥺👉👈💘

Hi @ppslutt I don't think we've interacted so hello! Thank you for this request! Omg i am both soft and amused by this idea. Hope you like this... Din is such a cheeky bb but at the same time a feral fucking machine hehe

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Asshole ex boyfriend, protective mando, innocent reader, unprotected piv smut, fingering, 18+

source: @reilink

"Can I sit here?"

Din startled. He had been glaring holes into the metal table at the cantina for so long he almost forgot there were other people around. He was in between bounties. Waiting for Karga to come up with something worth his time.

He nodded at the seat across from him which you fell into. He would usually say no, preferring to be left alone, but you were hardly a threat. Young and apparently unarmed. You looked stressed. Eyes darting all over the room. Were you in trouble?

"Thank you." You tapped your fingertips on the table. "My ex is here and I don't want him to see me alone."

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"No." You stare down at your lap. "I just don't want to talk to him."

That made sense, but Din couldn't understand why you were talking to him specifically. Most people feared Mandalorians. He expected you to want to hire him or ask him to kill your ex. You glanced over your shoulder. Din followed your gaze, identifying the man in question, an arrogant looking human with his arm around a girl with her back to you both.

"I'll leave you alone in a minute." You turned your attention back to him. "What's your name, sir?"

"Mando." He grunted. You replied with your name. Din's ears perked up when he heard it. The sound of it echoing in his mind. He had never heard such a name before. "Have you ever seen a Mandalorian before?" Din couldn't help but ask.

"Is that what you are?" You felt embarrassed at his amused tone. "Am I supposed to bow or something?"

Din chuckled, which came out as a crackle through the voice coder. "No. But people tend to stay away from me because- because we're killers."

"Oh." You swallowed a gasp. It never occurred to you to be afraid. "I didn't know. I've never been off world."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You snapped your head up to see your ex standing over you, an angry look on his face. "I thought you didn't like going out."

"I-I can go where I please!" You jut your chin out.

"Fucking bitch. You're just spying on me, aren't you?" Your ex spat. Din clenched his fist, not liking the way this bastard was speaking to you. He could easily break this man's arm and hardly break a sweat.

"I'm not!" You cried shrilly. "I didn't know you'd even be here."

"What are you doing with him?" Your ex turned to Mando with a sneer. "Tryin to make me jealous?"

"Obviously it worked." You glared. "Now go away."

"No hang on- you're gonna come with me and we're gonna talk."

"I think it's time for you to go." Din rested his hand on his holster, his voice impossibly low. You shivered in your seat.

"Whatever." The man gave up, backing up a little. "Good luck with this one, Mando. She's a prude."

You looked down in shame feeling angry tears sting your eyes. It was hard to believe you once loved this asshole. Din felt his temper flare in his chest. Your ex finally left, looking over his shoulder a few times to watch you and Din.

"I'm sorry." You wrapped your arms around yourself. "I'll leave you alone now."

"I don't mind." Din said, surprising himself. He hated seeing you so upset. He thought about going up to that bastard and putting a hole in his chest, but that wouldn't make you feel better. "Can I get you something?"

"I don't know." You looked up at the bar trying to read the menu overhead.

"What kind of fake boyfriend would I be?" Din joked, hoping to see you smile. It worked. You let out a small giggle into your hand that made Din's heart constrict strangely. He ordered you a Tatooine Sunset.

"You don't want one?"

"No. Thank you." Din hesitated before adding "I don't remove my helmet."

"Ever?" Your eyes widened.

"Not in front of people."

"Oh." You took a small sip. "It's really yummy. Thank you."

Din noticed the prick from earlier still watching you both. "Come over here, ad'ika." He tapped the seat next to him.

"Why?" You asked, looking up from your cup.

"Because that nurf herder is watching us."

"Oh." You frowned, moving to sit next to Mando.

"Lean into me."

"Like this?" You asked again, tilting your head onto his cold beskar paldron.

"Yes. Good." Din nodded, enjoying the look of anger that passed over that bastard's face. "Sit closer."

"I-I am." You blushed, moving until your legs were pressed against him. He wasn't super comfortable with all the metal.

"On my lap, ad'ika." Din patted his thigh. He was being bold but something about your instant trust in him made him want to hold you closer. Feel your soft body on his. You go bright red as you stand and then perch on his knee. His gloved hand covered your lower back.

"Look at him." Din instructed, smirking behind his helmet.

"Oh he's so mad." You giggled. "This is fun, mando."

"It is, ad'ika." Din couldn't' help but agree.

"Wh-what does adeeka mean?" Your tongue got caught on the syllables.

"It means 'little one'."

"I'm-i'm not a child." You frowned, ducking your head. A weak objection as you were sitting in his lap right now.

"It's not just for children." Din placed another arm around your legs, pulling them more securely onto his lap. He regretted that he was in full armor because he could not feel you but that was also probably a good thing or else he'd be hard. You smelled divine.

"Mando he's still staring." You whispered against his cowl which was surprisingly soft.

"Shall we make him even more uncomfortable?"

"Mhm." You nodded, kissing Mando on his cool beskar helmet, where his cheek would be. "How's that?"

"You can do better than that." Din encouraged, enjoying the little game.

"Oh yeah!" You grinned, feeling your competitive spirit rising. "How about this?" You lowered your head, leaning against his neck, kissing him through the cowl. You could feel his warm neck and strong pulse against your lilps. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening over your thigh.

"We should walk out now. Really make him jealous." Din suggested, mostly to stop you from giving him a full on erection.

"Oh yeah." You hopped off his lap, taking his large leather clad hand in yours. "Come on."

Once outside in the warm sun you laughed at your antics. You had never had so much fun. You used to fear your ex. He was mean and cruel. You felt safe now that you had Mando. You tried not to worry what would happen when Mando was gone. Din watched you hungrily, beaming up at him, your face lit up in the daylight. He subtly turned off his tracking view in his visor so he could just see you without any distractions on his screen.

"Thank you Mando."

"You're welcome." He let go of your hand making your face fall. "What's wrong?"

"I want to keep playing."

"What do you propose?" Din felt his cock twitch behind his flight suit.

"I think he would be really jealous if I had marks on my neck." You suggested boldly. Din shook his head in disbelief.

"You are not a prude, you know that? I'm sorry he said that to you."

"I was only a prude with him. He was ugly." You grimaced but recovered. "You're beautiful, Mando, and I want- I want you. Not just to make him jealous but I want you."

"Oh Ad'ika..." Din chuckled. "We can do both."

This led to Din taking you in the alleyway behind the cantina. First he knelt down between your legs and fingered you until you were dripping into his hand. He wanted to watch your little cunt squeeze and flutter. Your little mewls grew louder and louder until you came with a cry. Din loved how innocent you were. You didn't even know how to be quiet. You didn't hide your pleasure. He hoped your shitty ex was listening. Hearing your sounds that he never got to draw from you.

Next he stood lifting you up with ease onto his hips. You were already delirious from your first orgasm you shot up to the stars when he entered you. You tightened your legs around his waist, holding onto his broad shoulders. All thoughts of being seen or herd left your mind. You were overwhelmed, Mando pushing into every corner of your senses along with your pussy.

"Fuck..." Din grunted, feeling your hot walls suck him to the hilt. It had been so long he realized how sensitive he was. And you were so tight. He held your ass up, pulling it to grind into him with every stroke.

"Oh Mando!" Your head fell back against the wall. "This-it's so good."

"Mmm you feel amazing, ad'ika. So fucking perfect." Din watched your face slacken with the pleasure he was giving you, your plush lips teasing him. He wanted to feel them. He wanted to put his lips over every inch of you. Your eyes were drooping, staring right into his visor.

"Stay with me, little one. Look- look at us." He fucked harder, leaning back slightly despite the ache in his lower back, watching the point where your flesh met. Your little swollen clit was sitting right on top of his dick, smashing against his pelvis with every stroke.

"Oh-Maker-I'm gonna cum again." You cried, scrabbling against his shoulders for better leverage. You wanted to fuck him back. Din readjusted his grip allowing one hand to be free to circle your clit.

"Who's making you cum?"

"You! You, Mando!" You cried feeling your stomach go incredibly tight then spasming with your orgasm.

"You think anyone else could make you feel this?" Din sped up also nearing his own climax. His voice was rough and torn up, cracking and stressing the voicecoder.

"No-no one else!" You answered eagerly, wanting to please him. "I don't want anyone else."

"Good girl. Fuck- you want to be mine?" He felt his cock twitching. He was seconds away from cumming inside of you. This was the last chance to pull out.

"I want to-be yours- please." You nodded vigorously, looking up at him so he could see you meant it. You dug your heels into his lower back. His grunts became short and quick with each thrust then he came abruptly, crashing his forehead against yours. You gasped feeling the spot where you were joined grow incredibly wet.

"Stars..." Din hissed feeling his pleasure prickle down his spine into his cock. "You mean it, ad'ika?"

"Yes. Show me the stars, Mando."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[littlepadika]

Frankie, 🌸🌻, yearning and innocence kink please 💞 Congratulations 🤗🤗🤗🤗

Thank you nonnie <3 Frankie + Yearning?!? My FAVORITE SONG!!! hope you enjoy...

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff, innocent reader. Slight innocence kink

AN: So Sweet Pea and Frankie are my jam but I am NEVER without Frankie ideas! I'm squealing at this one!

source: @uuuhshiny

Frankie was master of his fear. On the battlefield, in the air, but not right now. Not when he's standing in line about to meet you. This was all Pope's fault. Pope had seen all your books on Frankie's book shelf, well worn from multiple reads, pages dog-eared and marked up. He got Frankie passes to meet you at your new book launch.

To say you were his favorite author was an understatement, you were his anchor. You understood him in a way he couldn't explain, but your words calmed the storm inside him. Your characters felt like family. He started reading your series when he was at his lowest point. Kicked out of his ex's house, detoxing from drugs, and miserable. You shone through the darkness like a lighthouse. He knew you were a best selling author, there were millions of people who probably liked your books but you felt special to him. When he would crack open one of your books Frankie felt like it was just you and him.

Frankie moved up a few steps. He could hear you talking to the person at the table. You were signing their book and laughing. He felt like he was going to pass out. He had watched a bunch of your interviews like a stalker but you sounded even sweeter in real life.

"Hermano, relax." Pope chuckled. "I don't want to do CPR on you in front of your future wife."

"Shut up." Frankie hissed turning red. Future wife. He wished. He stared down at the battered copy of your first book, his favorite. Bringing it didn't seem like such a great choice to have you sign now that he was in the fancy book store. "I can't do this-This was stupid. She's gonna think I'm weird. She's gonna hate me." He had dressed up for this. A new pair of jeans and a button up that felt too tight. What had he expected to happen? He felt like a lovesick idiot. He tugged on his hat trying to disappear inside of it.

"She won't, Fish, geez. She may think you're a freak if you keep fidgeting." Pope fought back a smile, he wanted to stay sympathetic but he had never seen his friend get so worked up over a girl.

Frankie and Pope moved up another foot. He was so close. He was excited even though he was nervous. He wanted to see you in the flesh. He wanted to tell you how much he loved you- your books. He wanted to stand in your gaze even just for a minute.

"I'm sorry folks, we're gonna have to shut this down." A bookstore staff member announced. Frankie felt his heart sink. You were being ushered away, taken further away from him. He couldn't even see your face. Just your small form retreating to the back room. Angry tears stung his eyes.

"What the fuck?" Pope shouted, not giving a crap about being friendly. There were a good 20 more people in line who looked wary at Pope, starting to disperse. Frankie didn't say anything. He wanted to shrink into a little ball. This always happened to him. He had the worst luck. He lost his once chance to meet you.

"I'm sorry sir-" The attendant was arguing with Pope now. "We said it ended at 2pm and we have to stick to that."

"Bullshit there's no one here but us!"

"Sir-I understand your frustration."

"We should get a fucking refund or something!"

"Pope stop..." Frankie started to feel embarrassed.

"Fuck I'm sorry, Fish. I wanted you to get your girl." Pope patted Frankie's shoulder sympathetically.

"It just wasn't meant to be." Frankie fought back the emotion in his voice. It would be stupid to cry over this. He didn't even know you. He would just have to throw himself even harder into your books. Trying to forget this ever happened.

"Excuse me- sir?" Someone tapped Pope on his shoulder. A young girl, who had been standing beside you. Your assistant maybe?

"I was sent out here to tell you, she can finish signing at 5pm today if you have time. Here's the address." She handed Pope a business card to a coffee shop.

"Thanks!" Pope grinned. The girl went off to relay the same information to other people.

"Well Fish, seems all my bitching paid off" Pope handed Frankie the card.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Pope dropped Frankie off like a mom dropping her kid off on his first date.

"Have fun but don't have too much fun." Pope teased much to Frankie's embarrassment.

"I got it." Frankie grumbled, tugging his hat forward over his eyes more.

"You brush your teeth?"

"Fuck you, yes I brushed my teeth." Frankie groaned, slamming the door closed.

"And deodorant? I got some in my glovebox." Pope shouted out the window.

"Yes I did ¡Dios! Will you leave before you cause a pile up?" Frankie gestured to the line up of cars building up behind Pope's car.

"Alright fine. I'm going. Buena suerte, hermano. Call me when you're done."

Frankie tried to slow his racing heart before pulling open the door to the cafe. The crowded atrium of the bookstore and the security all around had made you out to be some celebrity so Frankie melted at the sight of you sitting by the window, reading, looking like an ordinary person. Only you weren't an ordinary person. You were beautiful. Ethereal. Pensive and soft and everything Frankie hoped you would be. In his wildest dreams he wanted to meet you like this. Single you out and make you feel special the way you made him feel special every time he read your books.

"H-Hi." Frankie cleared his throat, causing you to look up from your book.

"Hello." You perked up, noticing your book in his hands. "Are you from the reading earlier today?"

"Uh yeah." Frankie rubbed the back of his neck nervously. You smiled wider. Frankie didn't look like your usual fan. Most of them were young women your age, certainly not attractive men.

"Thanks for coming."You extended your hand introducing yourself. Frankie laughed nervously. He knew very well who you were.

"Frankie." He shook your small hand, hoping his own hand wasn't too sweaty.

"Frankie." You repeated the name with a renewed smile. You liked that name. "I'm so sorry I didn't get to you earlier. We were running a little late."

"It's fine." Frankie blushed, trying not to remember how upset he was. This was far better. A quieter place. He looked around at the mostly empty shop. "Am I the only one here?"

"Looks like it." You shrugged, not minding the low turn out, especially with Frankie in front of you. There was something about him that felt so familiar to you. His deep voice was so like your favorite character. His mannerisms, the way he was so broad and strong, was like the character too. In the story he was a farmer turned nobleman. Frankie was all of that, but even more attractive. You adored how the apples of his cheeks were such a cute red and how his hair curled under his ball cap.

"Please sit." You gestured to the empty seat across from you. Frankie fell into it, still unable to look away from your face. He placed the book between you two on the table. No wedding ring, you observed.

You took a moment to admire the bent cover on the book, the yellowing pages, the little sticky notes sticking out of it. He hadn't just read your book. He had ravaged it. You felt your tummy heat up.

"So you liked the book?" You asked tilting your head to the side, your eyes bright with curiosity.

"Yeah-" Frankie shook his head trying to remember what he came here for. He was caught up in your scent and your warm eyes that he spaced out for a moment. "Yeah! I love it. I don't even think love is a strong enough word. I've read it like eight times. I just love all the characters and the story. And your voice- your narration- it's so powerful. I feel like-" He blushed realizing he was rambling. You only nodded for him to continue. You found his excitement endearing. You had esteemed journalists sing your praise but none of their flowery language sounded as real as Frankie's praise. "I feel like you're there with me-right next to me."

"Wow... eight times." You laughed suddenly feeling very nervous. Were you what he hoped for?

"Yeah- I mean eight times all the way through. I mark chapters I like and sometimes I'll just read a specific chapter again. So honestly probably more than eight times if you count that." He thumbed through the bright colored sticky notes.

"And what's your favorite chapter from that book?" You asked, trying to determine from where it was in the book based on clump of sticky notes. A little over halfway…

"Uh." Frankie turned bright red. There was no reason to lie to you but it didn't make him very manly. "Chapter Eight."

"Ah where they confess their love for each other." You nearly exploded from how sweet he was. Such a humble, rough, gorgeous man, who also loved a good love scene. He had to be your soulmate.

"It's just- you write it really well." Frankie scratched his beard, trying to hold eye contact though he was feeling embarrassed.

"I'll be honest. I haven't ever had that kind of love with someone." You chewed your lip, always insecure about your lack of experience. "I'm just basing it on what I hope happens to me."

"Really?" Frankie sits up straighter at that. "I would have thought someone like you would have- well..." He blushes again, crossing his arms "It seemed so real."

"Yeah." You looked down at your lap, looking away from him for the first time. Frankie felt like the sun just disappeared behind a cloud.

"That's fine though. It's sweet- I mean- you don't want to do all that with the wrong person." He grimaced stopping himself from oversharing. You were perceptive enough to figure out he was speaking from personal experience. Frankie, in an evil way, liked that you were innocent. It meant there wasn't anyone before him that had felt your love. He had a chance to make all your dreams come true.

You and Frankie chatted for another hour about the book, exchanging favorite scenes and lines. He almost forgot that you were a famous author. You were just a pretty girl in a cafe who made him laugh.

"So Miami...Do you like it here?" You asked him after a comfortable moment of silence.

"Yeah. I mean- the weather is great and the people are nice." Frankie shrugged.

"I'm thinking of moving down here." You confessed.

"Oh." Frankie instantly wished he gave a more enthusiastic answer. "It's amazing here. So much to do. Beaches and there's diverse people and-and-"

"And you." You teased feeling bold.

"Me." Franke gulped, suddenly hyper focused on you. Your eyes were dilated staring at him. Your cleavage rose and fell shallowly. Your plump bottom lip was bitten between your teeth.

"Where would you recommend for a good dinner spot?" You asked, hoping Frankie was catching your drift.

"Uh-OH." Frankie's eyes widened and you laughed. "there's uh-there's this Mexican restaurant a couple blocks away. It's authentic and good."

"Tables for two?" You flirted.

"Yeah." Frankie felt like punching his fist into the air. Was this really happening? "Table for two but it's a little tight. We'll have to sit pretty close together."

"I think we can manage." You giggled. Frankie felt the sound go straight to his tender heart. You stood up holding your hand out to him. "Shall we, Frankie?"

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[littlepadika]

Hi!! Can I please request 💕Din, 🔥enemies to lovers, 💅dom!reader ??? Thank you!!☺️☺️☺️

OOOH I love dom!reader with Din mwahahaha this one is hot and takes a nosedive into soft. Your fave @axshadows?

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Male receiving oral, Dom reader

Din despised you. Whenever he'd be close to catching a bounty you would swoop in and finish the job yourself, stealing his thunder. You didn't do any work yourself. Din tried everything to shake you from his trail. He tried to lay a trap, he tried to split the reward, he even tried to kill you once. Nothing worked. You always slipped through his grasp.

Your conflict was coming to a head as Karga was tired of the constant bickering.

"Work it out you two or no pucks."

"Find someone else to steal from." Din glared up at you from his seat.

"But I like annoying you, Mando." You smirked. "Fine..." You groaned dramatically. "How about a deal? We both go after the same bounty. If you get him first then I'll leave you alone."

"You'll just come and steal it at the last second like you always do." Din shook his head.

"I'll play fair. I'll even give you a head start."

"I don't need a head start." Din leaned forward menacingly only you weren't scared at all. In fact you smiled.

"Let me finish." You held up your hands. "If you win, I leave you alone. If I win, things proceed as usual and you can't complain. Do we have a deal?"

"If I win, you should give me all the credits you stole from me."

"No way. Finders keepers."

Din grit his teeth under his helmet. Your little grin made something inside him ball up tight and sometimes he just wanted to throw you over his lap and-and- he didn't let himself think those things right now.

"I want a better deal." He folded his arms.

"You're not exactly in a position to negotiate. I'm perfectly happy with our current arrangement."

You loved playing with Mando, making him stutter and sigh. It started off as a power trip, making a Mandalorian putty in your hands. He tried to kill you once but he hesitated at the last moment. You realized his hatred for you wasn't pure, it was tangled with need. You knew he would miss you if you just left him by himself and you sure as hell would miss him too.

"How about..." You saunter over to him, perching yourself on the table in front of him. You saw him stiffen immediately, clenching his hands into fists on the seat below. "If you win... you can do whatever you want to me. You could try and kill me again, but something tells me that's not what you really want." You watched as the visor of his helmet turned towards you. You felt your heart pound faster knowing you had him in your grasp. "See... you could shut me up with a bullet in my skull or with your cock in my mouth. Decisions decisions, Mando."

With you left him dumbstruck at the table.

"Karga- We've reached a deal. One puck and we'll make it a race."

"One puck huh?"

"And don't make it an easy one." You hold your hand out. Karga rolls his eyes shoving two pucks into your hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was a close one. Both of you were at the same cantina spying on the target. You happened to have more natural assests that drew the targets attention. What an idiot, you smirked ready to drop the sedative into his glass. What you didn't expect was for Din to blast the idiot to hell from across the cantina.

"I win." Din cheered, strolling up to pull the lifeless body off the counter.

"We said bring him in warm!" You glared at Mando.

"We never agreed on that."

"Didn't we?" You frowned.

Mando shook his head. He lugged the body over his shoulder with ease. "Come on, let's get out of here before the imps are on us."

Outside on the street it hit you that Mando won the bet technically. This would maybe be the last time you saw him if what he asked as reward was for you to leave him forever. The warmth in the pit of your stomach hoped that he'd ask for something different.

"You won, Mando." You stopped at the end of the street. He turned, the bounty still on his shoulder. "My ship is that way. Shall I take off never to return?"

The breeze made his cape flutter, but otherwise he was a statue. Conversely it made you squirm where you stood, tugging at your shirt which now felt too tight for some reason.

"No." He said quietly, so quiet you almost missed it.

"Then what do you want?"

"Will you let me put the bounty away before we talk?"

"Fine." You shrugged nonchalantly though you were still nervous. "Lead on."

You had never been on Mando's ship before. It was dirty and breaking down but it softened him. Gave him some personality. He was less intimidating. The clutter and dusty knick knacks made him so human.

"So..." You place your hands on your hips trying to project confidence though you were becoming more and more anxious. "What'll it be, Mando?" Was this the end?

Din was freaking out. He stood on a shaky pedestal he had built to stand up to you. He had only pretended to be arrogant and capable. He played into his appeal towards you but now the game had ended. He was proud of his abilities to catch bounties, track targets, to kill, but his confidence ended there. He had no skills when it came to sex let alone with pretty women like you. You expected so much from him from the way you teased and talked crudely. Din knew he’d never live up to that. He didn’t even know where to start. His desire was bottled up in him with no clear outlet. Just a general direction towards you.

"Mando?" Your gaze softened a little. You realized perhaps he wasn’t going to send you away. You almost smiled as he rocked on his heels. The nervous tick was strangely endearing.

"I'm not going to kill you. I want-" Din struggled to find the words. "What you said in the cantina. You said I could silence you..."

You furrowed your brow in confusion. What did you say? You couldn’t remember-

"When you said I could put my-my cock in your mouth." Din felt his cheeks heat up. He felt himself harden in is pants just at the dirty word.

"Did I say that?" You chuckled. “I guess I did. Is that what you want?"

Din nodded. He waited for you to take charge, tell him what to do, but for some strange reason you were waiting for him.

"You've never done this have you?" You realized, your smile falling off your face. You felt bad for how you treated him this whole time. Maker, you probably made him uncomfortable.

"No." Din looked down in shame. "Fuck-This was dumb. Just go away."

"Mando..." You stepped towards him placing a hand on his arm. The first time you've really touched him. "I'm sorry. I wasn't judging. Most guys don’t like me to be in charge.”

Din cringed further at the mention of your copious previous experience.

“Mando… look at me please-“ and he did feeling some of his dread subside. Your warm reassuring hand felt so good. “I'm happy to show you everything. I want to make you feel good. If that’s what you want.”

“I’m sorry.” He grumbled. He hated feeling so vulnerable. He wanted to explain himself, give excuses for his lack of experience, but the truth was he hadn’t found anyone he was interested in until you.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. Now will you let me do this for you?” He looked at you, searching for honesty. There wasn’t a hint of disgust or doubt on your face.

Din nodded, feeling his stomach lurch in excitement. He felt safe with you which was another completely foreign feeling for him.

“Thank you, good boy.” The word shot through him, making him stand up straighter. You chuckled. “You like that?”

Din nodded shyly.

“Go and sit down.” You pointed at the crate against the wall. Din obeyed looking at you again for acknowledgement. You smiled kneeling down below him. “Good boy. See you’re a pro already.” Din blushed at your praise wanting to continue pleasing you. You slid your hands up his thighs slowly. “You can stop me at any point. Just say stop. My only rule is you have to tell me if I’m making you feel good. I wanna hear you.”

Din nodded his understanding. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay.” He said.

“Good boy. I know you can’t remove your armor which is fine. But can I take your cock out?”

Din nodded biting his lip. His dick was already straining against its confines. He exhaled sharply as you tugged down his waistband just far enough to pull him out. The only piece of skin exposed.

“You’re beautiful, Mando.” You cooed, stroking the warm length gently. You couldn’t wait to feel him in your mouth. A low broken cry cracked the voicecoder. “That’s it… feel good baby?” You stare right into his visor. Din swallowed harshly and nodded rapidly trying to keep from blowing his load.

“Tell me.” You reminded him of the rule.

“Yes!” He huffed. “It feels good. Please more.”

“We’re just getting started.” You promised opening you mouth and letting a dollop of saliva hit the head of his cock.”

“Oh Kriff…” Din pounded his fist against the crate. You continued your slow movements. You didn’t want to push him. He seemed lost in pleasure and you felt yourself warm at his trust in you. You slowly lowered your mouth on him, keeping your suction soft. He whined above you, his thighs flexing under your hands. You flicked your eyes up to him. His head was thrown back. You could see just a small slice of golden neck. He was sucking air between his teeth. The edges of the crate groaned under his grip.

“So-so good.” He mumbled between shallow breaths. You chuckled. He was trying so hard poor thing.

“It’s okay if you cum, Mando. I want you to.”

“But-“ Din’s hips jerked up into your hands. “What about you? I want to- I want-“

“Shh I know baby boy.” You chuckled at his eagerness. Already wanting to jump ahead. “We’ll get there but first you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

And almost on instinct he did, hunching over as ropes and ropes slid into your hot mouth.

“Oh fuck…” He croaked. It was better than anything he had done on his own. Your hot mouth and tongue had brought him so high only to let him plummet into his pleasure with no safety net. He was totally out of control. He didn’t hate it though. He loved it. He wanted more.

He came so much it made your pussy tighten longingly. His groans and sighs were gorgeous. You moaned, getting the last drops.

“Good boy…” You started stroking him back to full mast again. Surging with control and pride.

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[littlepadika]

uhm hello gorgeous flower, I couldn't sleep so I was thinking about this instead

💕pink 🎀 = Din

🌧petrichor/rain ☔️= love potion/sex pollen

and 🍄cottage core 🧚‍♀️ = innocence kink

But do it Dark, I've been thinking about him all week 😭

who HASN'T been thinking of dark!din??? Hehehe. I hope you can sleep well after this one Angel <3

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Dark!din, kidnapping, deception, sex pollen kinda, innocence kink, corruption kink, unprotected piv, 18+ only

Do not read if you don’t like dark characters

AN: Just wanted to say that I will never write rape however because of circumstances there is some coercion in this fic so do not read if that bothers you!

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The planet Din landed on today was the most beautiful you had seen so far. Lush green with a bright blue sky. The air smelled sweet. Din let you explore the area under his supervision. You picked flowers and looked for animals, but when it got time for him to go catch the bounty he locked you back inside. He still couldn't trust that you wouldn't run away from him.

An hour later you saw Din stumbling back towards the ship. Something was wrong... He was injured, clutching his stomach.

"Ad'ika?" He called for you urgently. His voice was not smooth and relaxed like usual and that scared you. He opened the ramp with the tap of a button but collapsed at the bottom.

"Mando! Are you hurt?" You ran down to him, tapping his shoulder. There was no movement. He was still breathing just passed out.

This was your chance. You could finally escape! You hesitated though. The hate you had for Mando had been getting weaker and weaker as the days became months. You should hate him but why? Your little brain couldn't remember. All he did was take you to pretty places, give you pleasure, take care of you. It seemed wrong to just leave him for dead.

You turned him onto his back with a huff, looking for the source of the problem. Was he bleeding out? Had he been bitten by something? You felt his pulse, Maker, he was burning up! You felt tears stinging your eyes as you looked down at his motionless body.

Little did you know all of this was just pretend. Din faked the whole thing wanting to see what you would do in this scenario. Would you run? He relished your worried tone and tears in your eyes. You really cared for him. It made him grow hard in his pants.

"Mando!" You shook his shoulder but Din continued to pretend to be passed out. You were about to run inside to get the med pack when you noticed his hard cock pushing up against the flight suit. You tentatively placed your hand over it. It was red hot, throbbing in your hand. Maybe he was hurt there, you thought.

Oh this is a surprise, Din thought.

You bit your lip, pulling his flight suit up against the beskar chest plate enough that you could pull his pants down. His cock jumped up against his stomach. It was hard and red. It looked bigger than usual. There was no blood or anything wrong.

You thought perhaps he needed to be inside you because that always made you feel better when your lower parts hurt. You pushed down your underwear and pulled up your dress. You weren't wet enough when you tried to sink down on his hard cock the first time. It hurt so you settled for rocking your pussy back and forth against him until you felt yourself also growing wet.

Din loved this turn of events. He willed his body to stay completely still. He bit back a dark chuckle as you sank down on his cock, gasping at the sensation. Such a good girl. His cock swelled further once inside of you. You could feel him punching your stomach. You tried to stay focused on making him feel better and not the pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Mando..." You whimpered as you rocked back and forth. "Please wake up!"

Din smirked behind the helmet and started thrusting up into you.

"Mando! You're awake. Are you okay?"

"Oh ad'ika. A pretty flower in the woods poisoned me. I'm in so much pain. But you're so smart. You figured out the cure." Din lied. "I have to cum inside of you or else I'll die."

"No!" You gasped in shock. "I don't want you to die! It's okay. You can cum in me." You braced your hands on his shoulders. "I just want you to feel better, Mando!" Din just chuckled darkly, his plan working.

He turned you over, making you squeal in surprise. He fucked into you hard and fast now, ready to rid himself of the fake poison.

"Mando... is it working?"

"Yes ad'ika. Yes! You're making me feel all better." Din smiled, keeping up the ruse. "Such a good girl. Smart girl. I thought you would run away. Leave me to die." He was being dramatic but he liked seeing your shocked little face.

"N-no! Never! I-could n-never leave you."

"Yes- you're mine. All mine!" The first torrent of cum came quickly. Din growled lowly, hunching over you. You gasped as you felt his seed flood your pussy, leaking out around it there was so much. Din relaxed but felt his cock hardening again, needing to keep fucking you. He pretended like the pain was coming back.

"Mando, what's wrong? Is the poison gone?" You asked, feeling him grow rock hard again.

"I need to fuck you again, ad'ika." He hiked you up onto his lap, keeping you impaled on him. "The poison isn't gone yet."

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[littlepadika]

Okay my little sweet P, I know we’ve talked about it but I just can’t get it outta my head of some good fake dating 👚, with of course my precious bby Frankie 🌹, and make me YEARN. 📔 ilyilyilysm and congrats on the 500 again, you deserve it and more💜💜💜

Just remember you asked for this Mel. I have the defibrillator on standby.

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: yearning, jealousy, peek of angy frankie, ends fluffy, Spanish speaking fem reader, fake dating, dilf Frankie, frankie's daughter has a chronic illness, discussion of addiction/ptsd, vomiting (tw emetophobia), height difference.

AN: HAPPY BIRTHDAY Queen Mel!!!! May you run off into the sunset with a shirtless Frankie :)

"Rosalia?" You pushed open the door. Sitting on the exam table was the cutest little girl you had ever seen (and you were a pediatrician so the bar was pretty high). She beamed when you came in. She was one of those kids who loved coming to the doctor's office. You always gave her a lolly at the end and if there were shots involved, she got a stuffed animal. You had been Rosalia's pediatrician since she was born. Nowadays you only ever saw her with her father, Frankie. You knew there was a divorce and it seemed Rosie's mom was not around as much. You didn't ask for details if it wasn't necessary to Rosie's health.

When Rosie was diagnosed with diabetes Frankie was obviously overwhelmed with all the steps and medications. You gave him your number so he could call with even stupid questions and he did call many times. Since then you've been steadily deepening your crush for the man. Every glimpse into his life only confirmed what you loved about him. Today, you couldn't stop from beaming when you saw Frankie sitting in the chair next to the exam table, handsome and shy like always. He was wearing a short-sleeve shirt today which drew your attention to his thick arms.

"Hey." Frankie waved before standing up. "Thanks for seeing us on such short notice." He fiddled with his hat nervously. He was always nervous around you. From the moment he met you he thought you were the most beautiful and smartest woman in the world. After his divorce, his world shrank but you were still in it. His initial attraction twisted and burrowed into his heart with every interaction until he was finding stupid reasons to go to the doctor's office. Calling you with increasingly dumb and empty complaints.

"No problem. I saw you called the advice line. Her blood sugar's been a little low?"

"Yeah-" Frankie pulled up Rosie's shirt revealing the insulin pump attached to her. "I'm not sure if this thing is on the fritz or what. It's fully powered and it goes off when it's supposed to."

You felt around the area it was inserted, watching for signs of discomfort. You tickled Rosalia's belly making her giggle. "Does your tummy hurt, Rosie? ¿duele esto?"

"No," Rosie said, looking up at Frankie for reassurance. He gave her a nod.

"And she's been fine? No symptoms."

"Yeah, she seems fine." Frankie rubbed the back of his neck, ruffling Rosie's hair. "I don't know maybe I'm just paranoid."

"You're a good father, Frankie." You smiled. "It's only natural for you to worry." You stepped back behind the computer, reviewing the tests done. "Her blood sugar looks good based on the labs we did today. She's not having any symptoms we would find concerning. I'll go ahead and call the manufacturer and they can have someone run you through some of the common issues."

"Thanks." Frankie sounded relieved. "I had a feeling it was nothing. I just like to hear it from you, hermosa."

"You're too sweet." You stammered, feeling your heart flutter in your chest at the little pet name. He used it sparingly but that made it all the more special. "Let me finish up her exam real quick then you're good to go."

You come back to the table pulling your stethoscope off your neck. Rosie had gotten over her fear of you, sitting up straight so you could listen.

"Thank you for sitting so still, Rosie."

"I listen too?" She reached out with a grabbing motion.

"Say please, mija." Frankie added.

"Pwease." Rosie added.

"Of course." You helped her put in the earpieces and guided her little hand holding the bell towards your chest. You loved watching her face light up when she heard your heartbeat. "How do I sound, Dr. Rosie?"

"Good!" She looked up at you with wide eyes still listening to your steady lub dub. Frankie watched the scene warmly, feeling his heart clench when you looked over at him trying to share your amusement with him. Rosie was introverted, like her father, but she loved you. She often asked Frankie to go and see you even though nothing was wrong. She wanted to be a doctor now, giving her stuffed animals checkups and playing the most with her doctor Barbie.

"Papa you next." Rosie turned to him holding the bell.

"Oh thank you, Dr. Rosie" Frankie chuckled letting his daughter place the bell onto his chest. You took her hand and guided up a little higher to where his heart was. He was so tall. You blushed furiously when your fingers grazed his warm muscled chest. Frankie met your eyes and gave you a small smile.

"Papa you heart very fast." Rosalia said after you took back the stethoscope.

"Is it?" Frankie blushed, knowing exactly why his heart was beating so fast. "What should I do, Dr. Rosie?"

"Take medicine."

"Oh thank goodness there's a cure!" Frankie pretended to be extremely relieved making you and Rosalia giggle.

"Does your heartbeat fast often?" You asked catching Frankie's brown eyes as he lifted Rosie onto the ground.

"Only when I'm here it seems..." He trailed off, ducking under his hat. There was a low tug in your stomach when you considered your involvement in his heart rate. "How-how was um that charity thing you were doing last month?" Frankie asked desperately searching for something to keep him talking to you.

"It was good!" You brightened at his mention of it. "We raised 20,000. Thanks for asking. I was disappointed you didn't make it."

"Yeah Rosie's mom couldn't take her and it was too late to find a sitter." Frankie explained guiltily though he was pleased that you noticed he wasn't there. Rosie looked in between her papa and the pretty doctor. Even though she was only three she was perceptive enough to know her papa really liked you.

"Papa can she come to my birfday party?" She pointed up at you with her tiny pointer finger.

"What?" He looked down at his daughter. "Oh no Rosie. She's very busy."

"I'd love to come." You smiled at the little girl as she clapped her hands together in delight.

At that point, the nurse came back in. She led Rosie to the front desk to pick out her piece of candy. Frankie used that moment alone with you to say:

"Seriously you don't have to come, hermosa."

"I want to. But I don't want it to be weird. Like if i'm the only single person there." You winced at the word hearing your mother's voice in your ear. You can't stay single forever, mija.

"You won't be." Frankie blurted out before he explaining. "It's at my ex wife's house so it'll be her and her new husband...I'm the odd one out."

"Oh-" you latch onto the detail about his ex wife. "I didn't know Laura married. I'm sorry- I mean- that sounds awkward."

"Yeah." He laughed weakly, massaging the back of his neck. His eyes flickered over to you then back to the floor. His heart was soaring with the information that you were single. "So... actually it would be nice for you to be there so I'm not the only loner."

"Maybe we can be loners together." You teased. "It would get my mom off my back. She's thinks I never go out."

"Yeah Laura thinks I'm a deadbeat at this point." Frankie smiled crookedly and shrugged.

"You're not a deadbeat, Frankie." You shook your head in disbelief. "You're an amazing father and a good man. I mean-" You blush bright red as he straightens up to your praise. "You run your own business and volunteer at the VA that's incredible."

"Doesn't mean much to her. Her husband is in 'finance'." Frankie put air quotes around the word emphasizing how pretentious Laura was. He rolled his eyes at the absurdity of his ex wife. The sad things was it actually got to him. Between always looking behind his back for relapse and constantly avoiding triggers, he felt like he wasn't doing enough for Rosalia. You must have noticed his dimming light.

"And I'm a doctor. ¡Vaya cosa! I should pretend to be your girlfriend and you can brag about me."

"Y-yeah uh that- that would be funny." Frankie hunched over, nerves frying his speaking ability.

"Hablo en serio, Frankie." You touched his bicep, brushing the soft skin briefly. There was something so attractive to you the way he looked so bashful. The apples of his cheeks were dusted with a blush and his eyes were wide and curious. It made your thoughts go straight to the gutter. You willed yourself to focus. You refused to let Frankie feel bad about himself. If only he saw himself the way you did. "She shouldn't get away with making you feel bad."

"You'd do that?" His eyes softened as he looked at you. Afraid to even hope you could be telling the truth.

"Of course." You shrugged barely holding yourself back from adding: I'd do anything for you, Frankie. "Just give the signal and I'll initiate mission supportive girlfriend."

Frankie burst out laughing drawing looks from the nurses and medical techs walking by.

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You pulled up to the address Frankie sent you. There were several cars in the driveway already. You checked yourself in the small mirror, chiding yourself for being so silly. It's not like this was a real date. It was a children's birthday party for god sake. But Frankie would be there and you wanted to show him you were more than a tired woman in a white coat. It had been so long since you had dressed up for anything other than work. You surprised yourself with how good you cleaned up.

You followed the sign to the backyard and heard the dim screaming of children grow louder. Your eyes widened at the sight. There were lots more people here than you thought. At least 20 people milling about with children running in every which way. There was a large bouncy house where most of the kids were. You tried to search for Rosie's dark curls in the crowd. Maybe she was inside the bouncy house.

"Hey, hermosa." You turned. There was Frankie once again making your heart stall and then pound with a vengeance. He gave you a small wave. He was gorgeous today. He was gorgeous every day but he looked better in the sunlight than in office lights. He was wearing a light blue short sleeve shirt, a color you'd never seen on him before but instantly loved. He ditched the hat, his brown curls messy but still framing his face beautifully. His eyes crinkled when he smiled at you. You noticed him take a quick glance down your body and you were suddenly very glad you wore a sundress.

"Hi." You walked over to him.

"Thanks for coming." He looked around before deciding to pull you into a hug. Your "of course" was cut off when his arms enveloped you, and his heady cologne filled your nose. He was warm and firm against you. You couldn't help but rub your cheek subtly against his exposed neck needing skin on skin.

"There's uh-" he pulled back instantly putting a hand on the back of his neck. He was nervous. "-beer and stuff on that table and oh- I can take that." He took your package from you pausing when he saw the wrapping paper. "Barbie? She's gonna love this."

"I remember you saying she was obsessed."

"Yeah. She's working her way up to a barbie museum at this rate. I'll put this with the rest of the gifts and uh- meet at the drink table?"

"Yeah." you nodded. You walked past the other parents, none of whom you recognized, and poured yourself some lemonade.

"Excuse me." you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around. Facing you was Rosie's mother, Laura. You recognized her but damn she looked different. Her hair was lighter and down instead of her pulled back like it usually was. "I thought I recognized you!" She pulled you into a short embrace. Much stiffer than Frankie's hug.

"Yeah! Um-Frankie invited me or I should say Rosalia invited me."

"Well... welcome. I don't think you've met my new husband, Dan. He's over there." She pointed over by the grill at the blonde guy flipping burgers.

"No I haven't. Congrats."

"Thanks. Gosh it's been so long! I don't do the doctor thing anymore. But yeah I've been great. I'm really happy. Frankie's probably been really torn up though."

"Uh..." you had no idea how to answer that but thankfully she just kept talking. She always did like talking.

"He doesn't like Dan. I think he always hoped we'd get back together. But that's always been his problem."

You couldn't help but frown at that. He never gave that indication when he talked about his ex. If anything he had emphasized how much happier he was. Laura kept talking and you wondered where Frankie was. you were in need of a rescue.

"But i think it's important for Rosie to have a solid male presence in her life. She's not going to get a family experience with Frankie."

You bristled at that comment. Frankie was an amazing father in his own right. If only Laura knew everything that Frankie had been through and what he did to make sure all of Rosie's medications were in order.

"I think Frankie is providing all that Rosalia needs." You piped up. "He's an incredible dad."

"He's definitely way better than he was." Laura backtracked. "As you know." She stopped talking to take a sip of her lemonade. You used the short window of time to say something about finding a bathroom and hustled into the crowd. You intercepted Frankie by the cake.

"Permission to initiate mission supportive girlfriend."

"What happened?" Frankie smirked.

"Just... Laura."

"What did she say?" Frankie's smile turned to grimace.

"Nothing- I mean- she's just too smug. It's pissing me off." You stepped closer to Frankie as someone walked by, almost chest to chest. He inhaled sharply at the contact. "So... do I have your permission, sir?"

Frankie gulped at your word choice though he was curious to see how this would play out. Maybe get some practice in for when he could really ask you out. "Permission granted."

You looked over your shoulder. Laura was watching you.

"Target is in my line of sight." You whispered, continuing with your game. Frankie chuckled though choked up when you took his hand in yours holding it out to the side where it was visible. "This okay?"

"Y-yeah." He nodded. His heart was doing that thing again. The acrobatics inside his chest. Your smaller hand fit perfectly in his, fingers laced up in his tightly. Your mischievous eyes flitted back over your shoulder. Laura was still watching. "Status report?" He prompted lowly.

You knew he was trying to be surreptitious but the way his voice dropped an octave set all of your nerves on end. You chanced a glance up at his eyes which were darker. His pupils were wider. You knew biology. You knew what that meant.

"Target is pissed off." You giggled swinging his hand in yours back and forth playfully.

"Diablita." Frankie squeezed your hand.

For the next hour you and Frankie were glued at the hip, whispering in each others ears, swinging your joined hands back and forth. The little ruse enclosed both of you in a pink bubble, blocked from the rest of the world. You were enjoying yourself immensely. Just being so close to him and not having to overthink why. Rosalia bounded over and requested to sit with you two during cake time. You laughed at Frankie's tone deaf rendition of Happy Birthday finding the little lilt in his voice when he said "happy birthday dear Rosieee" the cutest thing. In one instant you saw a future more vivid than your dreams. You and Frankie birthday after birthday. Holding his hand because you could not because it was pretend.

You fell into your role of proud girlfriend bragging endlessly about Frankie to the mothers sitting next to you. Frankie shoveled cake into his mouth to keep his head down. Otherwise everyone would see his flaming cheeks. Your praise was so sincere. He knew it wasn't part of the game. Each word tugged low in his stomach. He shifted in his chair.

"Frankie is so strong. We didn't need a moving company."

"Frankie could fix your car for you. He's really good. He owns the auto shop down on Langston street. Yeah. That big place there. It's all gibberish to me. He says my medical jargon is gibberish. It's cute."

Once Rosalia had finished her cake she tugged Frankie's hand to go play cornhole with her. You watched them go momentarily distracted from the conversation.

"You really love him." Laura had taken Frankie's empty seat.

"Yeah." You replied completely honestly. "I do."

"Just- I'm not gonna say anything you know him. I want him to be happy."

"He is happy." You assured her, not wanting her to continue looking down on him.

"You know he always had a bit of a thing for you. I'd catch him looking at your website profile sometimes."

"Oh." You blinked rapidly. "Really I mean- that early on?"

"Yeah. I guess it was meant to be."

You smile to yourself, hope burning through your veins. You stand up ready to go join Frankie and Rosalia, a new pep in your step. Halfway across the lawn you're cut off.

"Hey lab partner."

"Oh my gosh! Jeff!" You recognize the man standing before you. He was your classmate in medical school. "Hi!'

Frankie frowned watching you and this mystery man interact. He couldn't help the slow burn of jealousy that permeated his brain when you giggled and did your cute little look down. Who the fuck was this guy? He thought he was the only one who made you laugh like that.

He threw the bean bag a bit harder at the wooden frame, watching it fall straight through the hole. He looked back. You were still smiling and talking to this guy. If you were really his girlfriend he'd be marching over there and puffing out his chest. He'd break this guys hand in his own before dragging you inside. The bathroom. Your dress up your ass. Fuck... he wished it could happen but this was just a game. Apparently, one you were fine playing until something better came along.

"Daddy it's your turn." Rosie tugged on the hem of his shirt.

"Sorry, mija." He tossed another bean bag into the center hole. "Your turn." He looked down. "Mija... Rosalia!" She had thrown up all over her shoes.

"Oh shit." Frankie muttered lifting his daughter in his arms, not giving a damn about the vomit. He knew the monitor was on the fritz. He needed to get to the back up monitor. Check everything was okay. He stormed past you his frustration and jealousy flaring up.

"Frankie- what's going on?" You asked.

"She threw up. You would know if you were paying any attention." He snapped, not staying around to see the hurt flash through your eyes. You excused yourself following Frankie inside.

He had the glucose strips out, already taking a sample from her little finger. You watched.

"Normal." Frankie reported with a relieved sigh. "¡gracias a Dios! Too much cake huh mija?"

"My dress, Papa." Rosie sniffled looking down at the ruined fabric.

"Here- let me." You went to the sink, wetting a paper towel. The tension between you and Frankie hung heavy over your chest. You could see him fuming, gears turning. You knew rationally he was just stressed. You wiped off Rosie's dress to the best of your ability. Frankie gave her water out of her sippy cup.

Laura came in to diffuse some of the tension.

"Oh did Rosie puke?"

"Yeah." Frankie nodded.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah. She's fine. I thought she may have been hypoglycemic but it's fine."

"Okay great. Must have had too much cake."

"Yeah." Frankie stood up, walking away from you to the other end of the kitchen. You felt your eyes prickle with angry tears at his childishness. What had you done to offend him so?

"Rosie..." Laura for once was perceptive enough to see something was brewing between her ex and his 'girlfriend'. "Let's let Papa get cleaned up." She picked up Rosie from off the table forcing you to pause your clean up. The screen door slammed shut and the unbearable silence set in.

"You have puke on your shirt." You observed, moving back to the sink to get a fresh paper towel.

"It's fine."

You waited, letting the water run through the flimsy towel, expecting him to apologize at any moment. Nothing happened. You huffed turning the faucet off. You prepared your voice.

"I'm sorry. Whatever I did to piss you off. Was it something I said to one of the mom's or something?"

"No." Frankie growled falling back into the kitchen chair. You approached him tentatively like you did a scared five year old about to get a shot. "What are you doing?"

"Cleaning you off, tonto." You chuckled kneeling between his legs and swiping off the vomit. Frankie swallowed hard at the sight of you between his legs. "Take off your shirt please." You instructed, after the towel wasn't doing the trick. You bit your lip holding back a whine as he obeyed, revealing his naked chest to you. Broad shoulders, strong pecs, a slight stomach, dark hair around his navel going down. You wanted to lean forward and taste his golden skin. It would be so easy. Just like bragging about him, holding his hand, and falling in love with him was easy. It happened without any thought at all. Like it was always there.

Instead you took his shirt and stood, going back to the sink. You were sure he must have seen your flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. He must have. You toss the shirt into the sink and turn on the faucet.

"I shouldn't have snapped like that." Frankie said, getting you to stop and look back at him in his shirtless glory. "I'm sorry, hermosa. I was-"

"Stressed. I know." You blushed turning your eyes away. "You care about Rosie."

"No, hermosa" Frankie shook his head, standing. He was next to you in two long strides, invading your space. His cologne fainter after the day, his true scent coming through musky and demanding. Your body reacted accordingly. "You were talking to that guy. I-I didn't like that." Frankie's eyes trailed down your flushed chest and rapidly rising chest. Did you like that?

"Why didn't-" You cleared your throat turning off the faucet. "Why didn't you come and stop me?" You tensed for his response but none came. You chanced a glance up, never more aware of the height difference than you were now. You could see his eyes trained at the ground, his throat swallowing back words.

Slowly, slowly, you placed your palm on his chest, over his heart. Bare skin on bare skin. Your hand burned a hole through him.

"Your heart is beating really fast." You remark, slowly putting your ear where your hand was.

"It always does. Around you." He murmured shutting his eyes. His arm snaked around your waist pulling you fully flush against him. "I think the mission failed."

You peeled your head from his chest, questioning.

"You didn't get Laura jealous, hermosa. You just made me jealous instead."

"My mission..." You chuckled, silencing with a finger over his plump lips. "was to see if what I felt for you was real. And it is real. Everything I said about you today was true. I think you're perfect. Perfect for me. I'm- I really like you, Frankie." You planted a kiss on his collarbone after running out of words.

"I really like you too!" Frankie answered quickly, tightening his hold on you. His brain caught up with what was going on. You were in his arms. Finally. You wanted him. He had a million questions. A million fears.

"Your heart is still going fast." You whispered, tracing down the center of his chest to his belly. It tensed beneath your touch.

"What-what are you gonna do about it, doctor?"

You grinned, pulling his head down as you rose onto your toes. His lips slotted into yours perfectly, warm and firm. You got his mouth open, tasting him for the first time. He was sweet from the birthday cake.

His hips rocked against you. "Fuck...I'm sorry. I've wanted this for a long time."

"It's okay." You smiled. "Although having sex in your ex wife's kitchen would not be in good taste."

"Right...how about a bed? M-my bed?" Frankie looked hopeful.

"Yes please." You kissed him again.

"Laura has Rosie. Let me quick borrow one of Dan's ugly ass button ups." he groaned.

"No I like you shirtless. Much sexier." You leaned down and licked his sternum up to his neck.

"Shit... bebita we're not gonna make it home if you keep that up."

Needless to say the birthday party guests got a good glimpse of Frankie jogging down the driveway with no shirt on, you in close pursuit. What? They already knew you were dating. Actually, they technically knew before you.

Frankie did a look back hoping that dumbass guy who dared to flirt with you was watching. For once in his life he wasn't self conscious. Your little laugh behind him spurred him on. His mind already racing with what he planned on doing to you when he got you alone. Happy Birthday indeed.

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Padika darling! Congratulations on 500 followers! If anyone in this world deserves it, my darling - it is you! I am so proud of you for how far you have some, and am so excited to see you much further you go. You inspire me with your writing everyday, and give me such some frankie feels i can’t even fathom. And the fact that you called me??? your role model??? i love you princess 💜🥺😘

Since you’re adorable and ilysm; Dark!🧡🍰☔️🧚‍♀️🏰 ☁️

Ana r u ready for some praise?!?! You exemplify such classy behavior on the app and you make the fandom a fun place to be. You are so generous with reblog and comments. You send cute asks. Legendary stuff bb 💕💕💕💕 I am walking in your footsteps hermana

Also great choices (dark!pero excuse u). This one wrote itself… YOU GET A WHOLE ASS SEXY SCENE MY DEAR.

500 follower celebration

Warnings: Professor x Student, legal age gap, love potion (dub con), 18+ only, praise kink, innocence kink, deception, stalking dark!pero

Do not read if you do not like dark characters!!!

AN: Magic school kinda like hogwarts, but everyone is legal age.

Pero knew he wanted you after the first day of class. You sat in the front, raising your hand for every question, so smart, but so innocent. A goodie goodie as mean students in class would whisper behind your back. He punished them the most with bad grades.

While most students were afraid of him because he was an ex auror and was littered with scars, you were curious. You stayed behind class to asked him questions and listen to his stories. Pero had no problem giving you preferential treatment because he loved the blush it would produce. Whenever he called your name or asked you to come to the front of the class to explain, you would give him the biggest smile and he would feel his cock harden under his robes. He wanted to tell you what a good girl you were being.

You asked for extra readings to get ahead. As his lust grew he started giving you more and more perverse books to corrupt your mind. Books on dark magic, lust potions, mind control, and breeding potions. If you noticed, you didn't say a word.

He started sneaking into your dormitory to watch you sleep. He liked seeing your smooth skin in the moonlight and your curves free of the baggy school robes. He would go back to his room later and jerk himself until he came, wishing you were with him. The fact student and professor relationships were forbidden only made it more exciting. You were such a good student, he wanted to make you break a rule.

Today's lesson was on love potions. A very tricky potion to make. He usually hated this day because when students would fuck up the side effects were disastrous. The potion was supposed to induce affection but if done wrong it could result in obsession, lust, or even death. However, now that you were in the class Pero felt more excited. He had entertained the idea of slipping you a love potion on many occasions. It would be so easy because you trusted him already. He finally formed a plan to give one to you through the ruse of this assignment.

He paired students up and purposefully left you out. He didn't want to risk some other idiot student poisoning you and he certainly wouldn't sit by and watch you fawn over someone else.

"Are you okay to work alone, hermosa?" His gruff voice sent a thrill down your spine.

"I promise not to poison you, sir." You teased.

Everyone started brewing, turning the burners on and making the room heat up. Every time Pero would walk by your work station and grunt in approval you felt yourself get a little wetter. His approval and small bits of praise were everything to you.

The smell of the potion, supposed to smell like what attracted you, filled your nose. Leather. Tobacco. Brown Sugar. Professor Tovar. You inhaled the scent greedily not even realizing what you were doing. You unbuttoned your shirt a couple of buttons down, rubbing your neck sensually. You were the best student in here but you were becoming distracted by him. Without realizing it you missed a step.

"Wrong. Entirely wrong." You heard Pero scolding a pair of students whose potion made their voices switch rather than produce any affection. "Fucking idiots. Remediation is next week."

Another couple of students were making out loudly behind you. Pero pulled them apart, cursing when he saw the color of their potion.

"You stirred it too much. You made a lust potion." You looked over your shoulder to see him towering over the two students, casting a spell over the potion to trap the smell.

"Professor..." The female student tried to throw her arms around him seductively. You felt yourself glower. You didn't like that one bit. Thankfully, Pero threw her off.

"Both of you get up to the infirmary. Rollands you go with them make sure they get there. The trio stumbled out, the pair already trying to strip the robe off Rollands. Poor guy.

The room was empty now. Pero felt his heart quicken in excitement. He shut the door, turning the lock. He could smell honey suckle and vanilla; your scent.

"How are you doing over here, querida?" He asked.

"F-fine. I think I'm done, professor." You fan yourself, watching him lean over your cauldron and take a long inhale.

"Smells delicious. I'll need to taste it before I give you your grade?" He purred.

"Do you- you need my hair?" You tried to remember what the last steps were. If you were trying to give someone the potion, all you had to do what put a single strand of your hair in.

"Yes." Pero lied. He had something else in mind. He took your cauldron to his desk and with his back to you, he poured it into a glass and put his own hair in. He poured another glass of water for himself. He planned to give you the love potion while he drank water.

"Water, querida?" He turned with both glasses in his hands only to his surprise you were stripping off your shirt and bra. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so hot. Something's wrong..." You looked away in shame, tugging at your skirt now. Your perfect tits made Pero's mouth water and his cock harden.

Pero sniffed your potion again, which had turned a bright red from the clear it was previously. The smell was much stronger. The slight metallic undertone only confirmed it. You had made a lust potion. A quite potent one at that. Just smelling seemed to have affected you. And now Pero felt the effects starting to invade him as well.

"Oh querida..." Pero purred. His mouth curl into a toothy grin. Maybe a part of your mind made the mistake on purpose so he would fuck you. All those dirty books he had given you inspiring your darkest fantasies.

"What's wrong with me... I feel...oh god." You clutched your stomach bending over the desk. Your tits hung down, teasing him. Your hips rocked in the air trying to get some sort of relief. Your core was aching like you had been edging yourself for hours. Your stomach was cramping painfully. "I need to go to the infirmary."

"No querida... I'm afraid they won't be able to help you." Pero lied, liking the change in plans. "But I might."

"Please-please help me!" You begged. Looking at him you imagined sinking your nails into his broad shoulders, bouncing on his cock. God... where were these thoughts coming from.

"Come sit down." Pero faked concern as he helped you into his large arm chair. His rough touch against your arm made you moan. Pero ate up the fearful desperate look in your eye. You were so innocent and pure but your body revealed how much of a dirty girl you really were.

"Mmm...it hurts!" You turned your head into the cushion inhaling more of his scent. "Is there an-an antidote or a spell?"

"No I am afraid not." Another lie. "Let me see, querida. Where does it hurt?"

You spread your legs, pulling the hem of your skirt up to your stomach. "Here! Fuck I'm sorry professor. I'm so-please!"

"Shhh shhh. Let me." Pero ran his finger through your soaking folds, pulsing with blood.

"That-" You felt some of the ache subside, turning into pleasure at his touch. "That felt better. It's better when you touch down there."

Pero's cock twitched at your innocence. Little you didn't even know what to ask for.

"When I touch your pussy?"

You nodded, blushing and not from the potion.

"Like this." He repeated the motion with more force, sliding his finger into you pussy. It was so tight he had to pump it back and forth until you accepted it.

"Yes-oh yes..." You sighed feeling some more of the pressure subside. A new feeling taking its place. "No wait!" You grabbed his wrist when he started withdrawing.

"You want me to keep going?"

"Yes. Please... it feels good." You tried to pull his hand back to your core.

Pero growled deep from his chest, kneeling down now. He latched onto your clit making you squeal, digging your nails into the arms of the chair. He fucked your pussy with two fingers, trying to get you to open up. Your taste was sweeter than he ever imagined.

"Think, querida." He looked up, his lips wet with you. "Use that smart little brain. Where did you go wrong? What is the antidote." he quizzed you like he did in your class. You wracked your lust ridden brain trying to think of what this potion could be. What step did you miss?

"Professor!" You ground yourself against his hand, throwing your head back against the chair. "I know-I know what I did! The antidote- it's your cum. I need your cum inside of me."

"Good girl. I knew you knew the answer." He paused again, watching you squirm under the praise. "But a professor and a student... it's forbidden." Pero pretended to be conflicted even though he was more than willing to pump you full of his seed.

"But-professor Tovar I need it. Please. I won't tell anyone."

"If I fuck you..." He grabbed your face, curing his fingers inside of you. "You'll be mine forever. This will be the beginning, not the end. You understand?"

Your eyes widened at the statement. You were burning up. You needed the antidote or you would die but at what cost? His dark hungry eyes were unlike anything you had ever seen before but it stoked the arousal you felt.

"Please, professor. Please I don't care. I'll do whatever you want!" You feel tears spilling out of your eyes at the pain from the potion.

"I hoped you would say that... my innocent little girl. Well... not so innocent to be begging for my cock."

"Please!" Your voice jumped up due to the pain.

"Call me, Pero."

You breathed harshly as he stripped off his robe then his shirt and pants. He was so broad and thick. His muscles were toned, highlighting scars from battle. And his cock stood proudly between his legs, resisting gravity with its strength. You spread your legs wider in anticipation.

He kissed you then, forcing your mouth to take his tongue, previewing the way he would fuck you by harshly licking and biting your mouth. Before you could even take another breath he thrust into you without mercy. It was hardly any resistance at all. That pain in your gut subsided enough so you could think straight. What had you just agreed to? Did it matter when it felt so good? Pero was grunting above you, holding your thighs apart. You felt a small tinge of pride at the fact you made him feel good. You were always eager to please. Your skin smacked against his and your pussy squelched in a positively sinful symphony of sound. You prayed no one would hear you moaning.

"I'm-oh god-Pero!" You felt something tightening in your stomach. An orgasm? You had read about them but never experienced one. "Wait, professor, I think-" Your hand flew to Pero's hip. But he didn't stop, in fact he sped up. His cock was brushing against your cervix and soon his seed would take root there, the antidote you needed. His head was tilted back, a sick smile on his face as he took you over and over. He was your favorite teacher and now he was teaching you what pleasure was. You erupted in flames and vaguely you were aware of Pero's dark laughter as he watched you cum.

"Feel better?" He smirked down at you.

"Yes... thank you-oh shit..." You felt the harsh pain in your core come back with a vengeance. "It hurts again!" He lifted you off the chair, his cock momentarily falling out of your pussy. "Please-"

Pero lifted you and set you down on his desk, pushing your back down against the papers. He thrust back into you. You felt immediate relief, hugging him towards you with your legs. You needed his cum more than ever. Pero cursed, your walls even wetter after your orgasm. He wasn't going to last long. Not when he had been dreaming about claiming you for months.

"Mine... mine..." You realized what he was growling under his breath. "Oh querida." He grinned at you, his rhythm faltering, "I'm never going to stop fucking you. Even when you sleep- you're gonna dream of me fucking you."

"P-Pero! Oh god!" Your toes tightened. You knew it was true. The feeling of his thick cock in you would not be forgotten.

"Are you ready? Are you ready to be mine?" He leaned over you, squeezing your tits in his hand.

"Yes!" You nodded feeling the potion continuing to make your pussy ache and burn.

"Such a good little girl. All mine." He brought a hand down to your clit making you cum with him. "Mine!" He growled feeling cum shoot out of his flared head. He pulled his hips flush with you, feeling each pump cement his ownership of you. He had finally gotten everything he ever wanted. There would be no going back.

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[littlepadika]

i really hope you’re still taking requests for this!! congrats on 500 followers !!

yellow - Marcus Pike <3

baking/sweet scent - professor/student

cottagecore + dark academia (i’m a blend of both…) - innocence, hurt/comfort

hi nonnie thank you for this request and with professor marcus pike i SWOON. I hope you enjoy this!

500 follower celebration (closed now), PART 2 HERE

Warnings: Professor marcus, yearning, innocence kink, discussion of financial stress/homelessness/grief, lowkey praise kink.

AN: What if professor whiskey, professor din, and professor pike were all working at the same university and their littles were all friends 🤯

Marcus was not oblivious to the effect he had on students. Art history wasn't exactly a popular subject and somehow every term his class was full including the waitlist. Other professors were kind enough to clue him into the gossip going around, that he was a hot teacher. He accepted this burden knowing that many students would drop the class after a week, realizing he wasn't going to sleep with them or take his shirt off. The one's who remained were the true art enthusiasts.

You were among the enthusiasts. Your first essay on The Lost Leonardo was insightful and powerful. Marcus approached you after class asking if you were out to steal his job. You just laughed, blushing down at your hands. He started grading your essays first, always blown away by how passionate you were about the art. He started leaving longer and longer comments at the end, finding he had lots he wanted to say. He wasn't sure if you even read them but he hoped you did.

Little did he know you did read the comments. All of them. Over and over. The praise would make your heart race and your chest flush. You loved making him proud and every week you set out to go one step further to impress him.

You would come to his office hours, not for help, just to discuss and share ideas. You loved hearing about all the places he had visited, his conspiracy theories for lost paintings, and his growing collection of David Hockney prints. He'd sit next to you and lay out books from museums, explaining in his deep and excited voice each piece with loving detail. Your thighs would brush together and you'd go out of your way to lean into his warm presence. Sometimes you'd become hyperfocused on his large hands turning the pages delicately, veiny and gorgeous. The best piece of art on the page. Sorry, Monet.

You and Marcus would often talk well past office hours until you both would realize the time. Your cute little giggle and exclamations would stay with him long after you left.

Marcus usually avoided going home, because it was a reminder of his loss. His failed marriage. The fact he still didn't have a family even though it's all he wanted. He had even considered adopting as a single father. He wanted that purpose and meaning that a child would bring. He wanted to unleash all his love without judgement. He tended to stay in the library doing his grading until he eventually had to go home.

Tonight he was about to head out when he saw you typing at one of the library computers. Smiling at your cute look of concentration, he walked over to you.

"Late night?"

"Oh!" You jumped in your seat making him chuckle. "Professor Pike- yeah I'm actually finishing the essay on impressionism right now."

"I'm excited to read it." He touched your shoulder briefly making you look up at him fully. He frowned when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. "Don't forget to get some sleep."

"I won't forget." You gave him a small smile.

"I can walk you to your dorm. It's dark out." Marcus offered with a sliver of hope poking his heart. He wanted to hear your laugh one last time before he went home.

"I'm going to stay a little while longer."

"They'll be open tomorrow. You need a break. I'll walk you." He set his hand on your shoulder again, feeling your warmth through your sweater.

"Professor...I'd rather go by myself." You mumbled looking down.

"What's wrong?" Marcus softened, kneeling down to face level. His concerned brown eyes made you break.

"I don't live in the dorms. I live in my car." You whispered, embarrassed tears stinging your eyes. "I don't have a computer so I use the ones here."

"Oh." Marcus blinked, trying to take in all that information. "Hey..." He tried to think of what to say. It wasn't that he was insensitive, he was struck with sympathy. It wasn't right, such a bright student sleeping in her car. Struggling to get by. He didn't like that at all. He stroked your arm sitting over the chair. "There's nothing be ashamed of."

"I'm sorry." You sniffled, his soft touch bringing up all your emotions. "I don't like to talk about it. I don't want you to see me differently."

"Why don't we go outside and just talk okay?" Marcus offered, not wanting other people to hear this for your privacy's sake. He could tell you needed to get this off your chest.

You nodded, saving your document and gathering your things. Marcus helped, holding your books and handing you your coat. He put an arm around you in a half hug once outside, giving you a short moment of security and warmth. You and Marcus settled on a bench outside the library under a dim street light.

"I'm sorry, Professor." You blubbered again, wiping your eye with the back of your hand.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart." Marcus cooed, taking your hand away from your face and holding it in his own. You struggled to look him in the eye. You didn't want him to pity you. You only wanted to be a star in Marcus' eye. Not some needy student.

"I just- I don't have any support right now. My mom, fuck... she was everything to me, she passed away last year. I'm-i'm just trying to get by at this point."

"I'm so sorry." Marcus felt his own eyes fill with tears. He could empathize. His mother also passed away a couple years ago. He could only imagine how hard it must be especially with you trying to get through school.

"I'm just- I've never had to be on my own like this." You started to cry in earnest, months of stiff upper lip crumbling. Marcus was the first person besides your best friend that you had truly opened up to.

"Shh shh." Marcus pulled you into his chest, cradling your head against him. Letting you cry. He kissed the top of your head gently feeling like words weren't enough. "Thank you for telling me. It's going to be okay."

"Yeah. I'll survive." You pulled back, wiping your eyes once more. "It's fine. My car's not super comfortable but I'm almost done with school."

"I don't want you sleeping in your car, sweetheart." Marcus frowned squeezing your hand. "That just isn't right. It's not what your mom would have wanted. Can I buy you a hotel room?"

"Oh no." You shook your head "I can't let you do that."

"I don't mind."

"Please Professor I don't think I'd be able to live with myself."

"What about-" Marcus cut himself off, suddenly feeling shy. "What about you crash at my place" sensing your protest he added "Just until you find something. I have a spare room. It's really not a problem."

"Professor Pike..Is that allowed?"

Marcus hesitated. "I mean... it's not exactly appropriate but it would be immoral for me to do nothing."

"Always so righteous." You chuckled, letting some of your sadness float away for a moment. The intimacy of your position was starting to set in. You were sitting so close to Marcus. You could see his brown eyes flecked with the gold light from the street lamp. He was always beautiful. From the moment you met him. It was almost like he was carved by the gods. But his care for you, his soft touch, his warm breath made him real. Not a fantasy. He was a man with a beating heart. The setting would have been romantic if not for your blubbering.

"That's me." Marcus chirped with a boyish smile. "Please let me do this for you, sweet girl."

You chewed your lip. You didn't want to sleep in your car. You were tired of being alone. But how would you ever repay him for this? How could you live with yourself after taking handouts?

"Just for tonight?" Marcus tempted you in a small voice.

"Okay." You sighed. "Just for tonight."

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It wasn't just for a night. A night became a week became two weeks. You had moved all your stuff from your car into the guest bedroom. You still went to the library to do homework but you were able to readings in the comfort of a bed or sofa. After overcoming the initial awkwardness of living with a very attractive man for a roommate, you finally started to relax. You were sleeping better, in a happier mood, able to start saving money again. You'd walk to class after Marcus already left so as not to draw suspicion. You'd be an attentive student in his class sharing a secret smile with him.

The only thing in your mind that did not relax was your nagging attraction to Marcus. What started as a little crush from his gorgeous face and kind demeanor was now a full blown infatuation. You looked forward to coming home to him, seeing him fall into his favorite chair and undo the top three buttons of his shirt. You enjoyed talking to him about his day. You wished you could rub his shoulders while he talked. You wished you could kiss his cheek while he made dinner. Domestic things that you had long forgotten were your undoing. You wanted to lean into his care, his dominance, and just love him unconditionally. However, you knew nothing could come of this. If you announced your feelings then Marcus may send you away and you'd be back in your car. No amount of longing would overcome your fear of being alone.

You discovered ways that you could repay Marcus for his generosity and make yourself useful. Marcus was an excellent cook so you did the dishes. He cleaned the house so you did the laundry. You didn't know the immeasurable ways you were helping Marcus. You had reinvigorated him. He was happy to come home. He loved seeing your face when he opened the door. He loved your little "Thank you!" when he set dinner out. He loved being able to be there for you even for little things like shooing a bug out of your room or watching a girly movie with you. No matter all the hurt you had been through you were still so innocent and pure. It made something inside Marcus growl in approval whenever it would show. He was a natural caregiver and you were the perfect deserving girl.

He could see you blooming before him, free to be youthful and happy now that you were safe. Your shy personality pulling back to reveal your humor.

"So are you like my sugar daddy?" You asked one day morning, making Marcus nearly spit out his coffee. You laughed. He grimaced.

"It's not transactional." He swallowed harshly looking at your innocent little smile. His dick twitched thinking of you calling him daddy more often. "I care about you, sweetheart. I- I don't expect anything."

"I care about you too Marcus." You replied with a grin. "But you know if you wanted anything you're well in your right to ask. You're doing so much for me." The glint in your eye gave it all away.

Having you around was constant temptation. He was jerking off every morning in the shower like he was a teenager again. You stopped calling him Professor and started calling him Marcus, which made it even easier to slip into this fantasy of playing house. He stopped caring about the impropriety of the age gap, the fact you were a student. You were a beautiful available woman in his house. That's all his desire knew.

One day both of you would finally give in. Maybe it would be Marcus pulling you in for a kiss when you say goodnight. Maybe it would be you, sitting closer and closer to him while he watched the game until you plopped on his lap feeling his desire against you. Maybe he'd hear you moaning his name in the dead of the night, squirming in the double bed he made up for you. Maybe there would be a storm that sends you into his room and he tucks you into his arms to help you sleep. Maybe you'd slip up and call him Daddy when he hugs you. Whatever that breaking point was, it was coming soon.

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[littlepadika]

congrats on 500 paddi!! you and your work deserve every single one of those followers 🥺💕🥰

💙blue 🦋 = Whiskey

🧁sweet/baking 🍰= professor x student

🍄cottage core 🧚🏼‍♀️ = innocence kink

With a super sweet but a little naive reader who never acted out back home starting her first year of college and fawning over Whiskey maybe? (that was literally me starting college this year but look where I am now 😼) Also praise kink was another choice but I would die if you added a bit in there pwease 🥺

Thank you Katie! I'm so proud of you for making it through your first year (and in a pandemic!?!?! Baddy behavior). As I recall you are studying music? I hope this relates to you. I'm a pile of goo for Professor Whiskey.

500 follower celebration (closed now) part 2

Warnings: Professor x student, praise kink, innocence kink

As a vocal music student you were required to take a foreign language. You had a knack for learning languages and already felt comfortable with French and German. You thought it prudent in your first class to start with the building block for all the romance languages. Latin.

You were still learning your way around campus. The meandering paths were confusing and the signs were of little help. You set off for the lecture hall a good twenty minutes early but after getting lost near the recreation center you accepted that you were going to be late. On your first day. Fucking brilliant. So much happened in a short amount of time. You were miles from home. Missing your friends. And totally lost physically and mentally. Imposter syndrome reared its ugly head. You weren't cut out for this. You wondered how much a ticket home would cost.

"Damnit-" You pivoted when you reached the dead end of the path, frustrated tears in your eyes.

"Woah there." Two large hands stopped you, resting on your shoulders.

"Sorry." You mumbled trying to side step whoever this was. You were embarrassed enough as it was.

"Now hang on, little lamb, I don't mean to intrude but it seems you might be in need of some assistance." You chanced a glance up at your savior, your eyes widening at the sight. A man, a very attractive man. A very tall attractive man was staring down at you with a small smile playing on his full lips. By your quick gaze at his form he was oddly out of place. His stetson hat and mustache made him look like a TV cowboy rather than a professor. The only indication he was a teacher was the worn leather briefcase in his hand.

"Um..." You felt your cheeks warm "The music building. I'm all turned around."

"This place is a maze. I'm happy to walk you there, sugar." He dropped his hands from your shoulders. His southern twang sat low in his register, rich and rough at the same time. If he was a singer you'd bet he had a beautiful voice.

"Thank you." You exhaled, feeling some of your stress leaving your shoulders.

"You were sure close. You must have known about my secret short cut, huh?" He pulled aside some brush showing you a worn dirt path that connected to the green space outside the music building.

"I guess so." You giggled nervously finding his humor and his efforts to comfort you endearing.

"Come on, now. Ladies first." He stood aside still holding the brush back with his arm. You slipped through, knowing your white tennis shoes were getting all muddy.

"Name's Jack Daniels." He tilted his hat towards you.

"Nice to meet you." You introduced yourself.

"You new to campus?"

"Yes. First year." You replied, walking side by side with him. "I'm a vocal performance student."

"That's swell. I have quite a few friends who teach singin'. You must be mighty talented to have caught their attention."

"Well... I don't know." You blushed down at the ground feeling your stomach twist with his praise. You wish you were better at handing a compliment. It felt so good but you were totally without the words to express it. It's like it got stuck somewhere inside of you, burning a giant hole.

"Humble girl, aren't ya? That's good for when you become a big star."

"Stop." You giggled. You blushed and looked up at him nervously, worried you had offended him. You had forgotten you were speaking to a teacher.

"I ain't gonna stop speaking the truth." Jack nudged your shoulder playfully.

You just spluttered, feeling your face heat up to the temperature of the sun.

"It was nice meeting ya, sugar. Hope our paths cross again." He left you on the steps of the building.

You ran into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on your face before going into the lecture hall. You made a mental note to look up Professor Jack Daniels. You got your pencils and brand new notebook out, flipping onto a clean first page.

"Manners Maketh Man... or shall we say mores percutit hominem."

You and the students turned around, walking through the main doors was your professor Jack Daniels. The same man who had shown you the building.

"Let me break that down for you." His eyes momentarily landed on you on his way down to the blackboard.

"Manners Maketh- maketh an ol' way of sayin' make us. Manners make us human." He settled behind the desk in the front, gazing out at the thirty or so students.

If you weren't already enamored by his voice and his mannerisms, you would be by the way he teaches. He was funny and engaging. He made sure to learn people's name, take questions. He had dimples that deepened whenever he would smile. He had removed his hat mid way through the lesson and you watched mesmerzied as he pushed a surly lock of black hair out of his forehead. You were so busy watching him move back and forth that you realized you hadn't taken any notes at all.

"Thank you all and do remember to bring me a quote for tomorrow." There were cracks as people's seats flipped up and they filed out of the auditorium. You shoved your empty notebook into your bag trying to find the best time to push your way out.

"Excuse me." You look up. Jack is standing right in front of you, a big grin on his face. "I thought I recognized a face."

"Yeah." You blushed. A reflex that, you were learning, would be heavily tested with him around. You realized just looking at him head on, he had a light sprinkle of freckles across his tan cheeks. Your kryptonite.

"I expect you'll be taken my little path a lot more now." He winked.

"Yes, professor. I'm really excited to be in your class." You tried to contain your buzzing excitement and nervousness.

"I'm darn excited too." Jack chuckled his eyes crinkling. "I can't wait to see what quote you bring me tomorrow."

"Oh I already know my quote." You smiled. "Si vis amari, amare."

If you wish to be loved, love.

Jack didn't say anything for a moment. He was blown away by you. Your innocence and wisdom somehow coexisting. He saw you on the path looking like a lost little lamb and he had to step in. Upon hearing your little bell voice and the hint of tears in your eyes he knew he would do anything to keep this cruel world away from your shores. The quote and your bright eyes as you recited it was just the icing on top.

"Well shit... that's gonna be a hard one to top."

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Weeks went by. Professor Daniels was easily your favorite professor. You would go to his office hours every week just to spend more time with him. He would help other students first, sending them on their way so he could spend the rest of the time with you. He would tell you stories of his home back in Texas and show off his collection of hand guns. Once he made you laugh until your sides hurt by lassoing a pile of books like they were some runaway bull. You felt less homesick now that you had a safe place to go and know you'll come out laughing. You would smell like him when you left. Leather and tobacco and something sweet like honey.

"P-Professor Daniels?" you knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

"I got the part!" You squealed as soon as you saw him.

"No way! I'm so proud of you, little lamb!" Jack cheered, clapping his hands together. "I knew you would!"

He was more casual today. No hat, no blazer. Just a white button down which was hugging him the way you wanted to hug him. You could smell his aftershave more potently today. Maybe it was just your excitement heightening your senses. You fought the urge to hug him by pulling your backpack in front of your body.

"The performance is in a couple weeks. If you want to come." You pulled out the flyer from the outside pocket. You weren't sure if this was unethical or if he had plans. Crushing on your professor was already pathetic enough as it was. Trying to get him to come to an amateur student show couldn't be any worse.

"I would be honored." Jack smiled, accepting the flyer gratefully.

There were couple knocks at the door and fit of giggles. Jack just ignored this but you looked behind you then back at him with questioning eyes.

"It's nothin'" He shook his head. "Just jackass students."

"Is it a prank?"

"Something like that." Jack brushed it off wanting to focus on you. You fought the growing pit in your stomach. You weren't the only girl who found Professor Daniels appealing it seemed. There were plenty far more bold than you who were knocking at his door. "So will you be needin' an extension on your paper because of the show?"

"I don't think so." You smiled at the change of subject, sinking into your favorite chair across from his desk. "Rehearsals every day though so i have to cancel my trip back home. But it's manageable."

"Oh no." Jack frowned. "You were so excited to see your folks."

"Yeah. I was really homesick. Not so much anymore." You shared meaningful eye contact with Jack wondering if he could sense your meaning. You weren't homesick now that you had him.

"I'm glad to hear it, sugar." Jack dug his hands into his pockets.

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Opening night Jack was sat in the middle of the third row exactly where you told him the sound was best. Jack enjoyed going to the opera though he didn't give off that appearance. Fluent in latin, he understood some of the words in the opera but not all. It didn't matter because when you came on stage he knew exactly what you were going through. He was mesmerized by you. You had the voice of an angel. He doesn't think he'd ever heard such a sweet sound in his life.

He was the first to stand up and wolf whistle at curtain call, hoping the blush staining your cheeks was because you knew he was there. He waited anxiously for you to come out to the lobby. It wasn't a date but it sure felt like one. Jack knew he shouldn't be doing this. It was inappropriate for a teacher and student to be involved romantically or sexually. And even when the term was over, he was much older than you. What did he have that someone as young and special as you could want?

"Professor?"

He turned, beaming at the sight of you makeup less and still flushed from the performance. Your puffy coat was thrown on haphazardly. You were just so excited to get out and see him.

"You were amazin', little lamb" He clasped his hands behind his back to keep from embracing you.

"Thank you so much for coming." You hugged him anyways, throwing your hands over his shoulders. The endorphins from the successful show pushing you forward. He was so warm and broad.

"You have the voice of an angel." Jack hugged you back, throwing caution to the wind. Your soft form fit perfectly against him. Your head tucked securely under his chin. Neither of you wanted to let go. "I'm so proud of you."

"Th-thank you." You whispered, burying your face into his warm chest.

"Would you sign my program for me?" Jack pulled away from you slightly reaching for the folded paper in his back pocket.

"Really?" You cock your head to the side.

"Hell yeah. When you're a big star someday I'm gonna sell it and become a millionaire."

"You're silly." You giggled taking it from him. "I need a pen."

"Shoot." Jack looked around. "I think I got one in my car."

You both walk into the cool night air, you slightly shivering but not from the cold. Jack's pick up truck blinked when he unlocked it. You had never seen his car before.

"Here." He reached in and got a pen from the glovebox. You put the program against the window and flipped to your little biography. Jack stood so close to you, watching over your shoulder.

You tucked your tongue between your teeth signing your name over your picture, trying to make it look as nice as possible. When you turned around he had a bouquet of lilies in his hand. For you.

"Professor..." You teared up with how sweet he was being.

"Call me Jack." He asked, leaning towards you. You could feel his warm breath against your face. Your eyes widened. Was he going to kiss you?

"Wait-" You squeaked and Jack immediately pulled back regret all over his face. "No!" You grabbed his jacket "I'm-I want to- it's just no one has done this for me before."

"What do ya mean?" Jack furrowed his brow cutely.

"No one has... kissed me." You felt stupid saying it. It sucked to be so inexperienced when all you wanted to do was jump head first into your desire.You looked down at the dark concrete expecting him to pull away in disgust. Instead he tilted your chin back at him his dark eyes shinning in the gold light from the street light.

"There's nothin' wrong with that, darlin'." He murmured. "You sure you want your first with me?"

You nodded feeling safe in his gaze.

He kissed you then, the bouquet lilies between you two. He was warm and perfect holding you. His lips were softly guiding you. He chuckled into your mouth when you eagerly poked your tongue into his hot mouth.

"I'm bad at this." You giggled.

"Impossible. You’re perfect." Jack nuzzled his nose into you. "Term is over in two weeks. Can you wait for me? Then I can give you as many firsts as you want."

"Yes, Jack." You kissed him again.

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Thank you darling @underwood0723 Mary... BUT dom!sweet pea DOM SWEET PEA!?!? @hnt-escape Thank you for your constant support since the beginning! I combined you two since you both requested sweet pea <3 I hope you like this!

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Insecure Frankie, Dom reader, discussion of addiction, mental illness, and PTSD, piv sex (position is the amazon and it is not as easy in real life as I will make it seem), m receiving oral, rimming/ass play, a little DDLG.

AN: Frankie and Sweet Pea after calling home series. Ya'll have really brought out my dom in these requeests. Damn i want to top Frankie so bad. Ya'll ready for some comfort + service dom?

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Shortly after moving to Miami you came with Frankie to his therapy appointment, letting the therapist talk through different scenarios. Frankie told you his triggers, his symptoms. He hated he had to do this but in the off chance he had an episode of PTSD, he didn't want you blind sided. He told you his tells for when he was having cravings or, god forbid, had started using again. Your hand was steady on his thigh the whole time.

He thought telling you these things might change how you looked at him. That you wouldn't be staring at his hands because you liked how big they were, you'd be looking for tremors or traces of white powder. That you wouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night because he had stopped holding you, but because you thought he was having a nightmare. However, to his great relief you didn't seem bothered at all. You seemingly tucked those things away in some impenetrable box where it didn't touch your love. How did you do that?

"I'm sorry." Was the first thing he had said in the car.

"Don't-" You had nearly cut him off. Knowing he would say this. "Frankie... you don't need to apologize."

"I just hate this." He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and felt a gnawing in his stomach.

"I know." Was your short answer as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"I hope that didn't scare you. Do you have questions?"

"Not right now. I'm not scared, Frankie. I know whatever happens I'm not going anywhere. I know whatever happens we'll get through it."

"You make it sound easy." He sighed, looking at you glowing in the passenger seat.

"Not easy." You tilted your head back, the sun dipping in a straight line below your eyes. "I love you. Everything after that is simple."

He pulled over to the side of a road outside a gas station, hearing the tires squeal against the hot concrete.

"What's wrong?" You looked all around. A cop? A car problem?

He leaned over the center console and pulled your face into a crushing kiss, prying your mouth open for him so you could feel how you made him feel. His hat fell off his head with the force of it. He pulled you onto his lap, mumbling "come here" and proceeded to pull you down hard so you could feel his body respond to you.

He had been told his addiction was in his nature. Genetic. He was told PTSD was a biological experience. A natural reaction. But this was natural too. The way his body woke up around you. Did you feel it? He had to know.

"Frankie-" You pressed your forehead into his, breathing with him.

"I love you, sweet pea. This, fuck, how you make me feel, it's simple. I get it. I feel it, too." He tried to be as eloquent as you but he wasn't. He spoke with his body. With his touch. He captured your lips again, tasting every corner of your mouth before pulling back and letting you do the same. He wanted you inside him. He wanted you to take. He wanted to give you the control he normally hoarded as an offering of how much he loved you. "Do you feel it, sweet pea? I need to know. I need to hear you say-" He bit your lip. "I need you to know that I love you."

"I do." you giggled, pushing him back against his seat so you could meet his eyes. Your eyes drifted up in concentration as you tried to get the words out. "I know that you love me, Frankie. And I know that you know that I love you."

The repetitive wording and sing song voice made him chuckle, feeling the urgency go down some.

"I really do." Frankie insisted. "I need you to feel it. Make-make me feel it." He pleaded. Your eyes widened at the request.

"Get us home." You moved back into your own seat clamping your thighs tight together as Frankie hit the gas.

He had taken you home, ate you out until you were delirious then demanded you ride him. It was so unusual for him to ask. He was always possessive, in control, but he wanted you to have it that night. He needed you to rip his pleasure from him. He needed you to take what he didn't know he could give. He needed to be reminded his worthiness lay in your pleasure, his purpose was your pleasure. And you did so well. You took as much as you wanted. As much as he had in him before he was slurring his speech and sleepy.

That was weeks ago. Neither of you addressed it. You supposed it was just such a unique situation that it wouldn't come up again. That you had sated whatever that need was. You were wrong....

Today, you recognized something was off. He wasn't buzzed or anxious. Not any of the signs you were told to watch for. He was...quieter. A similar introspective attitude that he was in after the appointment with the therapist. Like he was staring down that dark path again, not walking into it, just staring.

"Frankie... what's up?" You kept your tone light, not accusatory. He had been staring out the kitchen window for the past five minutes. Not moving.

Frankie shut his eyes. "My dumb brain."

"Not dumb." You slid your hand around his waist, hugging him from behind.

"Why are you with me?" He asked, his voice stretched thin.

You froze against his back, listening to his strong heart beat.

"Frankie..." You tugged on his hips so he turned and faced you. You stood on your tip toes, kissing him with the lightest gossamer touch. "You're the kindest man I know. The strongest...You make me feel like I can do anything. There's no one else who will ever make me feel like that." His eyes remained distant, unreachable.

"You should go. You're gonna be late for work." He smiled weakly trying to put on a brave face.

"I'll call in sick. This is more important, Frankie." You squeezed his hands. "You don't have to talk but I'm not going to leave you alone."

He let you lead him to the sofa. You sat back against the arm, beckoning for him to set his head on your chest. He wordlessly complied, inhaling deeply into your shirt. You threaded your fingers through his dark hair, massaging his scalp softly and petting his scruff.

"You're everything, sweet pea. I feel so stupid for being unhappy. Like there's no reason. I just think things and it's stupid because they aren't even real."

"Maybe the thoughts aren't real but the feelings are. It's not stupid. I understand. It's like- if you think about it and deal with the feelings when it really happens it won't hurt so much."

"Yeah- you're probably right." He mumbled.

"I'm not going to leave you Frankie, so no need to prepare." You chuckled.

Frankie didn't respond. In his dark headspace, everyone in his life had left him. His ex wife, Tom, even Santi and Ben weren't around. Rosie was not even his because of the stupid custody arrangement. You were it. You were all he had and he worried you grow tired of him too one day. Of the burden of his conditions. He closed his eyes, wanting to go back to how he felt hearing your voice on the phone. The simplicity of his feelings back then. The straightforwardness of his desire. None of it tarnished.

You continue speaking in a steady voice "I have bad days too. Like last week I was just... out of it. You took care of me. You made the dark clouds go away. Would you ever get tired of doing that for me?"

"Never." Frankie answered instantly, tightening his arm around you.

"Did I feel like a burden?"

"No. Of course not." He sat up, kissing your lips.

"So... I feel the same." You ruffled his hair. "I'm never going to get tired of lifting you up, Fishie. Whatever you need. Whenever. Just tell me. I'll pull down the moon if I have to."

"Ha. That would be cool." Frankie chuckled.

You ended up turning on a marvel movie just to pass the time. Frankie was watching it out of the corner of his eye, his face still in your chest. You didn't know if this was helping but at least he wasn't in denial.

After five minutes he tugged your shirt up then unclipped your bra getting you to take the articles off and throw the across the room. He settled on your bare skin, letting out a relieved sigh.

"I like when you call me Fishie."

"Mmm okay, Fishie." You giggled, making his head bouce a little against you.

After ten minutes he was planting kisses on your bare chest. You gasped as he sucked a nipple into his mouth. You felt your pussy ache from his attention. He started rolling his hips against you thighs making cute little grunts with each movement.

"Fishie... what-what do you need, huh? You need to cum? Will that make those evil thoughts go away?"

"Yeah." He nodded, continuing to harden against your thigh. He pulled off your nipple, staring up at you with big eyes and fluffy hair from your fingers. "I need you to fuck me, sweet pea. Like you did... remember? After that appointment. I need that."

"Yeah?" Your pussy tightened as you remembered. Riding him. Forcing him to cum over and over.

"Please." Frankie cupped your face, his eyes urgent.

"Okay. Hang on let me get up." You scooted off the couch onto the floor. You flicked off the TV before shimmying out of your pants. "Lay back for me. Undress."

He did, watching you with wide eyes. It was so strangely arousing to see him so submissive because you knew what he could do. You knew he could manhandle you and fuck you if that's what he wanted. It was the duality of his insecurities. One moment he wanted to possess you and claim you and make you feel how much he loved you and then the next he needed you to pull it from him, show him what he was capable of, remind him what he was good for.

"Color?" You asked, knowing that's what Frankie did when you two were experimenting.

"Green."

You peeled his boxers down, watching with your mouth slightly parted as his cock jumped up to his stomach. It was hard and leaking onto his beautiful tummy. You traced the large vein running from the base to the tip with your index finger. Frankie inhaled sharply.

"Frankie... you're so beautiful." He just closed his eyes. You closed your fist around his cock "I need you to repeat it back."

He blinked up at you, a cute blush tinting his cheeks. He was a physical touch person. You were a words person. It was time to marry the two. You wanted to tie these words to his pleasure so he would never forget.

"Fishie..." You coaxed him with a stroke of his cock.

"I-I am beautiful."

"You're strong."

"I-fuck-" He groaned when you slid your mouth down on him. "I'm str-strong."

"Mm and you're intelligent."

"I'm-in-intelligent-oh..." You had started to apply suction, pulling off him with a pop before taking him back into your mouth. You had been working on your gag reflex all this time and you could take him deeper now, not quite to the base yet.

"Say I am enough."

"I'm-" You looked up at him. His neck stranded with effort. Sweat on his brow. There were tears pooled in the corner of his eyes. He was gorgeous.

"Come on, Fishie." You cooed you felt your own pleasure thrumming. "Tell me." You descended back on his length, rolling his balls in your hand. He was throbbing in your mouth. He was close.

"I'm-I'm enough." He choked out, fisting the cushion hard.

You slipped a finger past his balls down to his tight asshole that was clenching along with all his other muscles. You traced it with your index finger and pressed lightly hearing an almost inhuman groan rumble in his chest.

"Is this okay?" You asked.

"Yeah. Oh shit. Sweet pea. Fuck." And he came in your mouth. You could feel his tender hole fluttering in time with his twitching cock. You hummed as he jerked up, hand going to your head. "Oh god..." His breath returned harsh, mixed with a low pants.

"Mmm..." You finally pulled off him watching his spent cock fall back against his leg. You crawled up his body, kissing him gently. "Feel better?"

"Yeah... need more." He huffed pulling your hips in line with his. "Need you to fuck me, sweet pea."

"Fuck me yourself." You teased, booping his nose with your lips.

"I do. A lot. But I need you to do it. Please."

"I like you begging." You chuckled, reaching down to palm his cock.

"You're-you're good at being in charge."

"Flattery will get you anywhere, Francisco." You giggled, feeling him harden to his fullest.

"I fuck-I think about that night. A lot."

"Me too." You bit your lip.

"Maybe I should be your needy baby more often." He laughed weakly, still feeling insecure.

"You won't hear me complaining, Fishie." You kissed him softly, sucking on his bottom lip slightly. "Are you ready?"

"Mmhm." He nodded, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Can I try something?" You asked, your heart pounding in excitement. You had thought about this; what you would do if he ever let you take charge again.

"Yeah." Frankie nodded again.

You sat back between his legs, taking his strong calfs in your hands and pushing his legs up and back towards him.

"Oh..." Frankie grunted at the change in position.

"Your back okay?" You asked, watching his cock press further up his stomach. His belly protruding more.

"Are you- you're gonna fuck me like this?" His brown eyes widened.

"Yes. Just like how you like to fuck me."

You took a second to get positioned, holding his legs at your side. You slowly sank down on his cock, biting your lip. He was always so thick it was always a stretch.

"Oh shit." Frankie moaned. This angle was making the pleasure feel tighter. He felt like he was deeper. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Especially looking at you above him so confident, your body doing the work. He knew he made the right decision, giving you the reins. Because it did make everything simple. He was in your arms. Nothing could touch him here. You had your hand tight around his pleasure. You took what you wanted and he let you. The sensations, the smell of you, burned the doubts from his mind.

"Color?"

"Gr-Green." Frankie closed his eyes, tightening his legs around you. "Just- take what you want." He pleaded tightening his grip on the cushions below him.

"You feel so good, Fishie." You praised him. He keened at your praise, the words washing away that pesky insecurity. "You always make me feel good. No one else. How could I ever leave you when it's so good? Perfect."

You didn't lift off him, just rocked back and forth, grinding your clit against his pelvis. You had to squat to hold your weight up, your thighs shaking. You were determined to do this for him though. The burning in your muscles only added to the pleasure. The view was incredible, he was blissed out. The most sinful sounds leaving his swollen lips.

"I'm not gonna- I'm gonna-" His legs flinched back making his hips tilt up into you. You wobbled. His toes curled.

"It's okay, baby." You whimpered feeling your own orgasm creep up on you. "Cum. Give it to me..."

"Sweet-Pea-" He was twitching, right on the edge. His chest broken out in a sweat. You maneuvered yourself so you could reach behind you, feeling again for his clenched hole. "Oh!" He grunted when you pressed, not entering just applying a little pressure. You rocked against him more urgently, your back arched. "Fuck" His voice went taut as his stomach tightened. You could feel it. Ropes of cum painting your walls.

"Frankie!" You squealed as he sat up, making you pull off him. He pushed you down on to the couch and slotted between your legs.

"Thank you- thank you, little pea." He started thrusting into you hard and fast, trying to get you to cum as well. "I love you."

You held his face to yours. "I did-did good, right?"

"So good. You're the best girl. My girl. Taking care of me. Takin' care of daddy." He pulled out sharply, scooting down the couch to stare at your fluttering hole.

Exhaustion and need made the little in you rear her head.

"Daddy..." You whined as he latched onto your clit, swiping his tongue over it as it sat between his lips. His specialty. "Oh f-fuck. I'm cumming." He jabbed his tongue into your source, wanting to be right where you exploded. He grunted against you as you tugged his hair hard.

"Holy shit..." You panted, dropping your head onto the couch.

Frankie glanced up at you a smug smile on his wet lips.

"So... feel better?" You asked as he pulled you into his lap.

"Yes. Thank you, sweet pea." He cradled you against his chest. His precious world. "Mi cielo."

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Hello there!

First of all, congratulations on 500! You are so so so talented, you deserve it so much! I love your writing! 💗 Second of all, I’m not really sure if you still take requests, but I’d really like to ask for 🎀 Din, 🍰 professor/student relationship, 🧚🏻‍♀️ innocence kink, and smut please - if you feel like writing that, of course. Thank you so much and have a great day! Luv u 💗

Hello friend! I don't think we've interacted before so hi 👋🏼and thank you for this gorgeous ask! Professor Din!?!?! GAH what an excellent choice💕I'm sorry i'm not including loads of smut. I like to write everything in as much detail as I write smut so it would make a drabble into a whole ass series to do that bc i had so many ideas. I am definitely yearning SO hard right now.

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Professor!Din, fem reader, AU version of Din and Grogu, innocence kink, female receiving oral.

"Come in"

"Hi- Professor Djarin. Is this a good time?" You looked around the office littered with green construction paper and bright colored toys. Your eyes eventually landed on a little boy standing in the middle of the chaos. No older than three.

"Sorry- my son. No daycare. I have him for the day." Din hastily explained, scooping up the little tike up much to the child's dismay. He kicked and whined against Din's chest looking at you with big watery eyes.

"Oh it's fine. I don't mind." You closed the door sitting in the only chair without blocks or toys on it.

"Now- be nice." Din instructed the little one before setting him down. He ran over to you holding out a red triangle block. His chubby cheeks were full of dimples as he smiled at you.

"Thank you so much." You exaggerated your shocked expression, gently taking the block it was the most precious thing. You shot Din a shy smile before placing the block on the table. The toddler walked up to you, placing his chubby hands on your knees. "Oh. You want up?"

"Gabe..." Din chided the boy.

"It's okay. I like kids." You helped Gabe clamber up on your lap.

"Sorry about that." Din tried to pick up some of the mess on the floor, embarrassed to be seen in such an unprofessional light. He watched out of the corner of your eye, you play patty cake with Gabe. It was strange to see Gabe be so friendly to people, usually he was quite shy.

"No worries. He's sweet." You helped Gabe climb off your lap. He ran over to Din before pointing wordlessly at you, his eyes round with wonder. You blushed under both of their scrutiny.

"Yeah I know, buddy." Din spoke to him softly, patting his head. "Now I need you to go back to coloring over there." He pointed at the plastic table in the corner. Gabe seemed to agree, toddling over.

"So um..." Din seemed a little frazzled, his cheeks flushed. "You're here for the job right."

"Yes. The teaching assistant position." You pulled our your resume.

"Right. Uh-" Din walked back over to his desk, rifling to papers looking for the questions he wanted to ask. "Yeah- anyways. It's organic chem. Most students will be completely lost so office hours are always packed. Sometimes they can be a bit much. Just warning you. We have quizzes ever week that you'll help me grade. I like to get the results out by that evening." He finally found the paper. "I assumed you did well in organic" He joined you at the table.

"Yes." You handed slid your resume off the table. "I got an A both semesters. I didn't have you though. I had Professor Dune."

"She's great." Din smiled. "We do the same assignments so it shouldn't be anything new. Do you have any questions?"

"Not at the moment. Will your son be a grading partner?" You joked, smiling at the boy who was coloring vigorously with a large red crayon. "He's got the red marker and everything."

"Yeah..." Din laughed weakly, staring at his son affectionately. "Maybe."

"I don't mind. Seriously. It's fine." You feel the need to keep putting Din at ease. There was nothing to be ashamed about. You thought it was sweet Gabe seemed so comfortable in his office.

"He's usually with a babysitter on Fridays."

"That's silly. If you hire me, I don't mind if he joins us. Saves you some money." You insist.

"Yeah. Maybe." Din said again and you backed down, suddenly feeling awkward. He was a grown man. He didn't need you to tell him what to do. Plus you didn't even know if you had the job.

"Anyways-" You tried to get back into interview mode "I really hope I get this position. I like the challenge of explaining difficult concepts and helping struggling students find a love for chemistry."

"I'll be in touch in a few days when i've made my decision but regardless you're welcome to-to stop by-" Din bit his tongue. He sounded like a fool. "If you have questions about chemistry."

Questions about chemistry? He wanted to bang his head on the desk. You waved to both him and Gabe before leaving his office.

"Great job buddy. You totally embarrassed me." Din smiled affectionately at his son, who ran over. "What did you draw this time?"

Instead of the usual two stick figures of himself and Gabe, they were three stick figures. One with hair the same shade as yours.

"This is great." Din felt his heart squeeze in his chest. "Thanks buddy."

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Din interviewed a couple other students for the position but he couldn't get you out of his head. You were so different than most people in the department. Most scientists were introverted and stand offish. You just lit up the room. He knew students would enjoy that. He knew he would enjoy it, too.

Usually the self sabotage button would activate at this point and Din would choose someone else. Someone who he wouldn't think about after hours. It's not that he actively chose not to be happy but he was scared to let people in especially now that he had Gabe. You were temptation. He still remembered how you looked, cute in your jeans and sweater. How you smiled at him shyly.

"What do you think buddy?" He looked over at Gabe who was playing with his dinner. The little guy seemed happy. He used to cry every night, reliving trauma that Din was not informed of. The pediatrician said it would be a while before Gabe would start talking because of it. He loved Gabe with all his heart but stress was always there. With you it managed to recede just a little. And that was priceless.

He sent the email.

"I'm happy to inform you that..." You read over the email, squealing aloud when you saw you got the job. You had been dying to get to know Professor Djarin. You were a big fan of his research and you were super disappointed last year when you weren't in his section. He had a reputation among students, female students at least. People called him "Darcy Djarin" from Pride and Prejudice, because he was aloof and handsome. You certainly saw aspects of that during your first meeting but the child was unexpected. It softened him in all the right places.

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You and Din fell into an easy rhythm. You'd show up when everyone was going home on Friday evenings to grade quizzes. Din would divide the stack of test between you. You whipped your red gel pen and got to work. He felt his heart almost go into arrest when he saw you put a little smiley face on a perfect score quiz and a cute little note "good job". Din was so busy watching you, frowning and smiling at various answers, he hardly touched his own stack. "Now I see why you hired me, slow poke." You teased.

After you finished your stack, you went over to play with Gabe who was marking up his own papers.

"Is that me, Gabe?" You pointed at the stick figure in the drawing. "What am I holding... what's that? A benzene molecule?" You pointed at the gold circle in at the end of your stick figure arm. Gabe didn't answer. He kept coloring.

During office hours Din sat in the back letting you lead the exam prep. The students loved you. You had charm which Din felt like he lacked at times. Chemistry was a male dominated field, so you some times endured inappropriate advances from male students, which made Din grit his teeth. Your cheeks would darken and you would stutter for a moment. Guys would try and ask you out thinking that if they slept with you they would get a better grade. You were always polite about it but Din wanted to punch these assholes in the face. Your little glance at him whenever you'd get uncomfortable made Din want to keep you for himself. You were too special. He reported the student for harassment. He told himself he felt so strongly because he was a non sexist decent person Not because he was falling for you.

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Midterm exams took the longest to grade. Din warned you that it may take until midnight. You told him it was fine. You had your homework taken care of ahead of time.

"A-Are you sure?" He rubbed his slacks nervously. The thought of taking up more of your time made him nervous. "You don't have anything fun to do on a Friday night?"

"No." You shook your head, a shy smile on your face. "I don't-uh- go out and stuff like that. Not my scene."

Din was pleased at this. He knew he shouldn't be. You should be out having fun not slumming it in his dingy little office.

"Anyways." He continued, "I'm gonna get a sitter for Gabe so he's not distracting us."

"He's not a distraction." You ruffled, feeling like you needed to defend Gabe.

"Maybe not to you." Din smiled. Truth was Gabe wasn't the distraction really. It was you with Gabe that sent Din's mind into a tailspin. Din never had domesticity. He wanted that for Gabe more than everything and his biggest insecurity was that he couldn't provide it. Seeing you with Gabe made him feel like he could. Just the three of you.

It was a dangerous thought. It ran away from him. It transformed. Too vivid. He woke up too many times hard and thinking about you. He could hardly look you in the eye some days, afraid that you'd somehow be able to read his thoughts.

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"This is one of the best year's yet." Din commented halfway through grading. "I don't want to jinx it but I've never seen so many perfect scores."

"That's awesome." You cheered.

"I'm trying to say-" Din set his pen down. "You're the reason why. You're good at teaching. At office hours." Maybe you made Din a better teacher too because he actually looked forward to class knowing you'd be there.

"Th-thank you." You were taken aback by the compliment. He never voiced his admiration before this.

"Yeah. I don't want to pressure you but I'd love to have you help me out next semester too."

"I would love that, Professor!" You felt your heart soar. You loved hanging out with him. Learning from him. Just being in his strong silent aura. And to find you had his approval just made your body thrum with excitement.

A phone call interrupted the moment. Din answered his smile slowly fading.

"Oh no." Din sighed. "I'm sorry. I'll be there in 10. Can you just-no I understand."

He hung up and buried his face in his hands momentarily.

"I'm sorry. That was the babysitter. I don't know if I said but Gabe- he's got a lot of trauma in his past. Apparently he's having a melt down and the babysitter is fed up. Fuck- the third one this month."

"Hey... It's okay. If you need to go-"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'll just finish all the tests tonight once I get him down."

"I can finish them. It's my job." You placed an arm over your pile before he could take it.

"I can't let you walk out of here with the tests. It's an annoying ethics thing." He looked around the room as if trying to gather some strength from somewhere. "Would you-I mean- if you're comfortable we can finish up grading at my house. I live close by. We'll be done soon."

"Sure. Whatever's easiest." You agreed. Of course you were excited about finally seeing behind the mask but ultimately you were just concerned about Gabe. Din seemed so stressed and put out. It broke your heart hearing how difficult it was to get help. Gabe was always so easy to play with and manage when he was with you and Din.

You and Din gather the rest of the exams and leave the building side by side. You can see the stress weighing down Din's shoulders, his eyes were trained at the ground. You wanted to say something but you didn't know what so you did something even stupider. You took his free hand, squeezing his palm before letting go. It's going to be okay.

Din startled at the physical contact. Your warm hand sent an electric shock up his arm and brought him back to the present. You were smiling up at him with soft eyes. In the dim campus lighting he told himself- think on the positive. He was going home with you. Even though it was just to grade it felt like a step forward.

The babysitter, a kind older woman, was already standing outside the small brick house with a wailing Gabe in his arms. Din jogged ahead of you taking the boy from her. He immediately quieted down once in Din's arms.

"Thanks." She said. "I'm sorry. I just don't know how to calm him down." Her eyes flickered to you. "He was crying for you. For his mama."

You choked on the air but didn't say anything. Din cleared his throat loudly

"Uh- how much do I owe you?" He asked the babysitter.

"You don't have to. I feel bad I burned out so quick." She apologized.

"It's fine." Din lied through his teeth. "If you change your mind please call me back."

The woman gave an apologetic smile before driving off in her Prius.

Din held open the door for you, Gabe now sleepy on his chest.

"I'm gonna put him down for the night and I'll be right back. We can set up on the kitchen table." He pointed to the right where the dinning room was located.

You took a quick look around the room while he was gone. The table was dusty. The curtains were dusty. There were a few cobwebs on the light fixture. You wondered how long it had been since anyone ate a meal here. You turned on the light and used the back of your sleeve to wipe up all the dust.

"He's down. He must have cried all the energy out."

"Poor thing." You frowned looking down the dark hallway to where he was probably fast asleep.

"Thanks again." Din picked at his sleeve "For being so understanding. i'm still getting the hang of being a dad."

"Of course. You're doing an amazing job. You're a good daddy. He loves you so much."

Din just nodded, swallowing hard when you said 'daddy'. The word peaked something in him that he needed to tamp down fast.

"Let's finish this up." He pulled out his laptop and stack of tests from his bag.

"How about you can start inputing the grades and I'll finish up the rest of the papers."

"Sure." He sat down in the seat next to you. You both worked silently for the next hour, your elbows occasionally brushing as you worked. You finally tossed the pen down triumphantly after finishing the last test, lifting your arms in a stretch that Din thought was the cutest thing ever.

"Done?" He asked, sliding the last test over.

"Yep."

"And..." He inputed it into the grade book. "I'm done too."

"I feel like we need to pop champagne or something."

"Ha are you trying to put me to sleep?" Din chuckled.

"The opposite." You teased, blushing when you thought of the sexual connotation. "It's just- whenever I finish an exam I always call my friend from back home and we drink champagne and catch up."

"That's sweet."

"Yeah. It's fun." You shrugged.

"I think I have some around here if you want." He starts to get up.

"No it's fine." You waved your hand as if to dismiss the idea. It would be inappropriate. Drinking with your teacher. "I was really-" You bit your lip looking down at the dark wood. "I was just trying to find a way to stay longer."

Din's back straightened when he heard that, his brain immediately replaying it, unpacking the tone. Looking for the punchline. The joke.

You stand when he's silent, feeling your heart drop to your stomach. You blew it. You just made him super uncomfortable. "I'll walk back."

"No." Din said standing abruptly, the sound of the chair scraping on the floor made you jump. "I don't want you to walk alone."

"It's not that dark. There's street lamps and stuff."

"I mean- You could- we could- fuck it." He went through about a hundred different emotions; first trying to fabricate a reason for you to stay, then nearly blurting out his deepest desire, to finally acting on them. He pulled you by your arms into him before planting his lips on yours. He knew it was wrong. He knew you both could be in trouble but he was tired of going without. Seeing you in his house so comfortable. Telling him he was a good dad. Being mistaken for Gabe's mom. What was a man supposed to do? Your lips were soft and tentative it made him all the more hungry for you.

"Professor..." You panted, breaking away from his lips.

"Din. Call me by my first name." He implored, the silence of the house bearing down on you two. "Unless I- did I misread the situation?"

"No." You shook your head, smushing your lips against him again. He realized after a millisecond of you not moving that you were waiting for him to lead. He felt his chest inflate with pride and his dick start to harden. You trusted him so much. He slowly worked open your mouth consuming that little whimper you let out when he touched your tongue with his. Your hands went to his button up, holding the fastening in your hand but not pulling the shirt open. Waiting for permission again. Good girl... Din thought.

"Not here." Din said pulling away, eyes roaming your flushed face and swollen lips. His. All his. He led you by the hand to the bedroom. The floor creaked and you prayed Gabe wouldn't wake up. Your heart was loud against your ears, a constant drumming. You were burning up in your sweater. Was this really happening?

Din's room was completely bare. A single picture on the dresser with him and Gabe smiling. No other signs of any love. The moonlight coming in through the window was the only decoration. You wanted to change that if he would let you. He led you to the bed, watching for signs that you had changed your mind.

"I want you, Din." You confessed into the dark. "I don't know how to even do that. I'm sorry." You felt like the surge of passion in the dining room was falling apart. You didn't know how to hold it. How to make it sing. You wanted to give him pleasure but you didn't even know where to start.

"It's okay, baby girl." Din held your waist "We can go how slow you want or whatever you're comfortable with."

"That's what I'm saying." You blushed. "I don't know what I'm comfortable with because I've never- i've never done anything."

"Oh..."

"Is that okay?" You looked up at him with wide eyes.

"If you're sure...I want to be your first. I want to make it special like you deserve." You felt something hard and warm pressing against your stomach. You realized with wide eyes what it was. He was absolutely feral at the thought of being your first. Of being the only one who would know your pleasure. He was a greedy man and he didn't have the heart to feel bad.

"I want that too!" You beamed moving in to kiss him again. Now that you knew what it felt like you just wanted to keep doing it. You wanted to feel his scruff make your lips tingle.

"Lay down on the bed, baby girl." Din murmured kissing you gently. "You just let me take care of everything and if you want to stop just say stop."

You did as he said, scooting up on the mattress until your head was resting on his pillow. It smelled like him.

"I've thought about this so much baby girl" Din admitted looking at your young body spread out for him. He was in heaven. "But you're even better than I imagined."

"I-I-" You gasped when you felt his hands trail up under your shirt. "Me too. I've thought about you."

"What sort of things? Tell me." Din asked now curious to hear your dirty thoughts.

"Just-" You squirmed when he reached your bra. "I don't even know."

"Would it make you wet?" Din asked, his dark eyes twinkling. You couldn't believe this was the same man who was so flustered and uncertain moments earlier.

"Yes." You bit your lip feeling yourself get wet even now.

"Innocent little girl." Din purred, feeling his cock throb in approval. "So many dirty thought with no where to go." He started planting kisses up your stomach.

"Only for you."

He shut his eyes at those words. He could hear the honestly behind them. More than lust, he could hear the love. He prayed he could live up to the expectation you had of him.

He helped you strip out of your shirt and pants, doing the same so you felt equal to him. He knelt down between your legs looking up for signs of discomfort there were none. Your eyes were alight with curiosity and anticipation.

He licked you then, panties pulled to the side. And you were so on edge that you came almost instantly however it wasn’t a big peak. It was cut off by his continued sucking. The overstimulation had you whining. You never pushed yourself this far before so you never knew how noisy you could be. You bit down on your finger to keep quiet.

“Oh god… Din...” You moaned quietly, trying to keep your eyes on him. You could feel his rough facial hair against the tender skin. Your hands were laced in his brown locks as you came in full force. Din groaned, as your walls fluttered around his tongue. Din pulled away only to replace his tongue with his calloused fingers.

“You taste like the stars” Din whispered sitting up further and capturing your lips in a wet kiss. Your small noises muffled by his tongue in your mouth. “I gotta get you stretched out for me. Fuck you’re squeezing my fingers so tight, baby. Relax.” Din instructed giving you another kiss. You tried to oblige. Your hands unclenching from the sheet and your abdomen relaxing. You felt him stretch his fingers testing your flexibility. “Good girl.” He cooed nuzzling your neck with his nose.

"Please...Din please." You whimpered rolling your hips with his fingers inside you. You hoped he knew you were pleading for more than just his cock. You wanted him. You wanted to be in his life. You wanted to make him walk a little taller, have a warm home to return to each night. If he let you, you wanted to be his missing piece.

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the phrase "good boy" would be nice please hehe

congrats on 500 bb 💖

Thank you Jasmine!!! Here's a sweet little blurb for you my darling!

500 followers celebration

Warnings: dom!reader, inexperienced Din, touch starved din, dindin gets a crush!!!

source: timothyolyphant

Din never did anything without reason. He was a practical man. He lived on bare necessities. So when he landed in your hangar it was because the ship would not make it to the next point without repairs.

He expected some male alien or maybe a woman like Peli with a scowl on her face not... you. You were far younger than him but possessed enough knowledge to make up for it. You immediately listed the millions of things needing fixing. Your sweet features not reduced by your spit fire attitude.

"Just the exhaust." He said pulling out his bag of credits.

"But the radiator and the hyperdrive-"

"Just the exhaust."

He watched as your face scrunched up. You wanted to protest but eventually you just sighed. He was your customer after all.

"How much?" Din asked next.

"20."

"Only 20?" Din can't help but tilt his head at such a low fee.

"Yeah since you're only letting me fix the exhaust I figure it won't be long until you're back. I'll charge you more then." You winked making Din's eyes widen behind the visor. He suddenly felt very shy. He wasn't sure why exactly. He was nearly a foot taller than you, towering over you, but your smug smile had him unnerved.

"But no imperial credits."

Din smiled. Oh... he liked you.

Din never did anything without reason. He never wanted for anything except his freedom. However, staying in this shit hole planet for one more day simply to look at you a while longer seemed like a good idea.

"You can fix the radiator too." He told you when he came back with the bounty.

"Oh? What changed your mind, Mando?"

Din didn't answer. He got away with not answering a lot because of the helmet and his intimidating form. He hid behind his helmet, watching as you smiled and shrugged.

He watched you for a moment as you went back to the ship and started unscrewing the side panel. He felt his chest softening, caving in as he watched you push some hair from your face with a huff. Admiring the way you were so pure and graceful yet skillful with your hands. You were brimming with confidence and humor. He envied it. He craved to be on the receiving end. It was times like this he wished he was anyone but a Mandalorian. A man who could come to you with something to offer. Something that someone like you would want.

"Need any help?" He came over, startling you.

"Yeah-the switch board needs new wiring I think. I have some here." You pulled the spare wire out of your tool kit. "Can you switch it out?You know how?"

Din nodded. His heart was beating strangely in his chest, he felt light on his feet walking back into the ship.

After a good couple of hours you were done with the radiator. It wasn't perfect but it was working. You closed the panel, feeling satisfied by the work. You wondered what Mando was up to. Surely it didn't take hours to change some wiring. You walked into the ship frowning at the grime and wear and tear inside the cabin. For a man as rigid as he was he showed surprising lack of care with his belongings. It was reckless, so reckless you almost wondered if he wanted the ship to fall apart. Wanted a reason to finally give up the work. Perhaps it was just you romanticizing like you always did.

You ventured up to the cock pit after seeing he wasn't below. You found him passed out in the cockpit chair, the wires hanging out.

"Typical." You chuckled. He was probably worn out from whatever job he came from. You couldn't imagine putting your life in danger every day just to survive. It had to be draining. It certainly made him more appealing though.

You maneuvered yourself between him and the switchboard. His knees hit the back of your thighs. You looked back and saw he hadn't moved. Still asleep, you assumed.

Din was very much not asleep. He had woken up as soon as you bumped into him but he was too terrified to move. The warmth of your thighs was burning holes into his knees. It felt good. Even just this small amount of contact felt like heaven. It had been so long. So long since he had felt anything close to human touch. He forgot how good it could feel. Especially from someone like you, T

hen you did the unthinkable. You sat down on his thigh. Your back still turned. Focused on the wiring in your hand.

There was no way. There was no way Din would be able to keep still. His thigh flexed and you felt it. You spun around, standing up like you had been burned. He looked down in shame.

"Mando-Maker... how long have you been awake?"

"Just a bit."

"Oh shit. I'm sorry." You rubbed your hand over your face.

You saw him squirm, his knees bumping against the front of his thighs. He looked... forlorn. How could you even tell with the helmet on? Just the deflated posture. Like he was ashamed. You instantly felt bad for cringing away from him. It hurt his pride, you think. So many were scared of him or disgusted by him, and you'd be damned if you were like everyone else.

"Mando?" You bent over, placing a hand on his warm knee. "Did you want me to get up?"

There was a long pause where you questioned your life choices. The impenetrable visor blinded you to his reaction. You just saw your inquiring eyes in the reflection. You didn't see how his eyes widened and his pupils dilated.

"No." He croaked.

"Okay then." You slowly sat back down onto his thigh. He stiffened beneath you making you question whether he liked it. His short one word answer was as close as you were getting to any explanation. Maybe he didn't let himself like touch. Poor thing, you thought.

"Mando. Relax. I'm not going to hurt you." Your voice softened almost as if you were talking to a scared animal.

Mando took a deep breath, his muscles relaxing.

"Good boy." You rewarded him.

He tensed back up again, and not in a bad way. It reflected interest. A change in the tension between you two. You grinned at his responsiveness. His sensitivity to praise.

"Seems the ship isn't the only thing that's neglected."

Din didn't say anything but you could hear his breath deep and ragged through the voicecoder. His hands were gripping the arm rests in a vice grip. You would be starting from scratch with him, your favorite. The wiring long forgotten. You'd get back to it once Mando was passed out from pleasure.

"Relax for me, good boy. Let me work on you, too."

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[littlepadika]

💞din🎀

🌴lovers reunited🍍

👑 forbidden love🏰

Congratulations on passing 500!! Love your work!! Can't wait to see more. 😍

Thank you nonnie💕! What an excellent combination! @babypedrito we had a convo about this exact situation for dindin. Remember, Kanya? I put in some of those lines...

500 followers game

Warnings: PIV smut, lotta feels 🤧, forbidden love, helmetless din, 18+ only

AN: Inspo song Cardigan by Taylor Swift. Putting my romantic poet cap on yee haw

"Is it really you?"

You stood clutching your heart, the cool breeze that signaled an early winter made you shudder. You hadn't put on a shawl. You heard his boots on the road and you came running. He was bare before you. Yet you knew it was him. The way he stood. The way he smelled. His face was the only unknown now sliding into place. He was beautiful.

Din nodded. Monologues of apology and regret pass through his mind, well rehearsed, but he didn't have the strength to try. And he could tell from the rapidly softening look in your eye that you didn't care. He surged forward the last few steps with hope.

You had waited for him. All this time. All these years. Fended off questions of why you hadn't married. Endured taunts about your metal man in the sky. People told you he would never come back, that he had used you and threw you away, but you knew, better than anyone, better than Din himself, that he would come back for you. You got older but you never lost hope.

So as he stood before you, you felt no need to ask "why". You felt no need to wonder "what happened? What changed?" It was in the stars. His destiny was bent around you like an orbit.

You jumped into his arms, wrapping them around his warm neck; golden skin that you had never seen before but you had touched years ago. He felt the same, strong and resolute, but at the same time there were holes in him. Scars, some visible and some invisible. Your imagination worked them over, piecing together what tore your Mando apart. Not mando anymore. But still yours.

He embraced you with equal force, his bare hands pressing into your waist. He buried his head into your neck, wanting to stay there forever. He felt like he was coming to you with nothing; exiled from his covert, without the child, without his helmet, without a purpose. But really, if he only knew, he was coming with himself and he was everything.

While Din thought himself the picture of defeat, you stood as a glorious example of steadiness. Same house. Same planet. Same smile. You were just as you always were to Din, full of life and love. So much to give always. Your wrinkles and greying hair were nothing. Nothing to diminish your bursting heart.

"You don't have to say anything, Mando. Just... don't go."

"Never. Never again."

He doesn't know how it happened. He had tunnel vision in the best way. He only saw you. He saw the girl he loved. The smell, the softness, the firmness of your grasp. You led him back to your hut, while he stripped off your clothes.

"Din. Din. My name is Din." He breathed into your lips.

"Din." You repeated it like a prayer. That tormented look in his eyes told so much. How he never had anyone after you. How he hated every day he lived without you. How he asked the clan leader every year for an exception. How he read the text over and over looking for loopholes. He was lost from the very moment he left.

"Forgive me." He choked out pulling your legs apart. You saw tears in his eyes. You never saw his eyes when you both were younger and in love. They were brown, like the soil you turned in your garden. Home. You wanted to tend to it now. Wipe the shame away. You could never resent him. Never hate him.

"There's nothing-nothing to forgive. Because you came back."

The first orgasm felt like fireworks. Celebrating something. His return, his still belonging to you, your life beginning?

"I want to-to take my time cyar'ika, but I can't be gentle right now. I can't." He said this urgently, rubbing his face up your jaw.

"It's okay...Din..." You breathed, forgiving him for as much as you could think of. Your pussy flooded and you pulled him tight into you.

You took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers with his, as he pressed into you. Your other hand slid through his hair.

True to his word he fucked hard and desperate as if he wanted to fuse his skin with yours. With the pace and strength that could have been either a goodbye or a forever, but he was kissing your face. Memorizing the features. It was forever this time. He fucked deep and planted his promise inside of you.

"I'm yours, cyar'ika. I've always been yours."

There was so much not said. Pieces of him missing. But the most important one had been found.

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My masterlist

500 Follower Celebration Masterlist

Permanent taglist: @ajeff855 @what-iwish-you-knew @kirsteng42 @fan-of-encouragement @sleep-tight1 @pascalisfairyy @ceniington, @pascal-rascal424 @axshadows @prideandpascal @frenchyjuju @pedrosmustache @prettypedros @blackmarketmummy @idreamofboobear @pretty-brown-eyess @persephones-garden @javierpinme @mylittlesenaar @bellaorisa @elinedjarin

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[littlepadika]

Quick Announcement

Header designed by me, gifs by @uuuhshiny @pedrohub @bring-me-in-warm

A few days ago I passed 500 followers 😱Thank you all for following me! Special shout out to people who read every story, reblog, leave comments, etc... You know who you are and I definitely know who you are <3

--Special mentions: @heythere-mel for letting me bounce ideas off her and sharing h0rny thots😘. Also @axshadows who supports me with cute gifs, thots, and messages💕 Also @kenoobiwan for making sure i get a daily dose of love and squeal-inducing comments. Also @danniburgh and@anaaaispunk for being role models :)

--A good time to remind minors to get the fuck out. I check everyone who follows me but some of ya'll don't put your age and that's sus

I'm excited to share more with you all and continue reading amazing fics 💕 When I think about how I can give thanks, all I can offer is my writing.

MASTERLIST HERE!

I made a little request game to celebrate 500⬇️

Send me your answers and i'll write a blurb about it

closes next Monday July 12

~~~~~Favorite Color (character)~~~~

💕pink 🎀 = Din

💜purple 🍇 = Dave

🧡orange🍊= Pero

💙blue 🦋= Whiskey

💚green ☘️ = Javi

💛yellow 🌝= Marcus Pike

❤️red 🌹= Frankie

~~~~~Favorite Scent (trope)~~~~

🌴fruity/tropical 🍍= lovers reunited

🌸floral 🌻 = meet cute

🔥smokey bonfire ⛺️ = enemies to lovers

🧼laundry detergent 👚 = fake dating

🧁sweet/baking 🍰= professor x student

🌧petrichor/rain ☔️= love potion/sex pollen

~~~~~Your Aesthetic (warning)~~~~

🤎light academia 📔 = yearning

☕️dark academia 🎻 = hurt + comfort

🍄cottage core 🧚‍♀️ = innocence kink

💅bratz 🍬= dom!reader

👑royal core 🏰 = forbidden love

👼angel core ☁ = praise kink

In your message, please add any other details you want me to include (smut, sweet pea reader, dark!character, etc). Length will vary depending on the idea.

Thank you again!

#frankie morales #agent whiskey #dave york #pedro pascal #padika's request game #jack whiskey daniels #frankie catfish morales #pero tovar x you #din djarin #javier peña

[littlepadika]

Congrats on 500 followers!!! Wow!!! I have no idea what to do with the emoji request thing, lol, but would love to read anything you offer with Frankie and Sweet Pea. I adored the series and their unconventional beginnings. They are too cute.

Published! I hope you like it 💜

#ask padika #follower celebration #padika’s request game