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AGHH SORRY I DIDNT SPECIFY 12,16&26 for din djarin for the smut number post? 🫣🫣 LOVE U AND UR WORK THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY

Omg thank youuuu!! Yes I saw your other message and was like oh no what character but thank you for clarifying!

12. “Keep your eyes on me”

16. “You taste so good”

26. “I want you to ruin me”

Without further ado, here’s a thing:

A Taste of Honey

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.5k

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It wasn’t the first time Din had gotten you riled up in public just to get you ready for him for the second you returned to the ship.

This time, he had a strong grip on your thigh under the cantina table the entire time you were meeting with Greef to exchange bounties for new pucks. He knew when he got rough with you, dominated you, that’s what really got you going.

So when you got back to the razor crest and the first thing he did was pick you up and lay you down on his bed, you weren’t surprised. He took off his helmet and kissed you earnestly, crawling up between your legs.

This wasn’t nearly the first time you’d seen his face, having been traveling with him over a year now. Been dating him and sleeping with him for over 3/4 of that. You loved Din and love that he trusted you.

“Cyar’ika.” He breathed against your lips.

“Din…” you whined, needy.

“What do you want?” He asked, reaching down to press two fingers against your clothed pussy.

“Fuck-“ you gasp. “I- I want you to ruin me.” You said with a moan, staring up into his deep brown eyes.

He growls as he leans down and kisses you roughly, using one hand to support himself above you, the other hand to unbutton and unzip your pants.

Din sat up for a second to take his gloves off and yank your pants down your legs, pulling them all the way off. He leans down between your thighs and breathes in your scent, pressing his nose to your clit through your soaked panties.

“Din!” You almost squeal, nerves on fire.

He pulls your panties down and off before moving up to work on your shirt.

You almost wished he’d take all his armor off but it takes so long to do, and you knew he wasn’t going to waste a second with you. On the other hand, you did find his get-up very appealing. Strong and tough.

Once you were fully naked, he was kissing you again, moving his lips slowly from your lips to your neck, down to your chest. He sucks your left nipple into his mouth for a long moment before soothing it with his tongue.

“Maker…” you sigh with pleasure as you card your fingers through his hair and tug a little.

He moans against you, trailing kisses over your sternum to your right breast. He sucks on that nipple for a few seconds before releasing it and kissing it softly.

You watch him as he drags his tongue down your torso till he reaches your vulva. He kisses it a few times, making you shiver with want. He then leans in to surround your clit with his tongue and lips, sucking lightly and swirling his tongue around it.

“F- feels so good.” You groan for him, grinding up against his mouth.

He doesn’t always let you grind into him, silently begging for more. He’ll occasionally hold your hips down while he eats you out so that you specifically can’t get any extra pressure. But he’s letting you have at it. What was he planning?

You ignored the thought as he sucked on your sensitive bud, getting you closer to the edge.

“More, please.” You say with a breathy voice, both hands now in his dark hair.

He hums an affirmative against you, the vibrations making you clench around nothing. “Fuck.” You gasp.

He hums against your clit once more and you nearly jump, the sensation feeling overwhelming. He continued to eat you out loudly until you finally orgasm, toes curling, fingers pulling on his hair while you moan.

He slowly stops sucking and lets your clit out of his mouth, gently licking through your folds to keep you stimulated. One of his fingers presses against your entrance, wiggling just slightly as it pushes into you.

He slips his finger out and back in, curling it just slightly so that it brushed against that magical spot inside you. You gasped and tilted your head back, eyes closing.

“Ah, ah, sweet girl.” He tuts. “Keep your eyes on me.”

You look down to see him smirking as he pushes a second finger inside you, thrusting them in and out at a not-too-slow pace. Your hands are gripping the sheets beneath you now as you watch him.

He presses his fingers into your thighs as he pushes them apart, you had a feeling there’d be little bruises there tomorrow. You smiled softly at the thought.

Din leans in to lap at your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue against it and wiggling it quickly.

“Ah, yes-!” Your brows knit together and you bite your lip as you cum again, coating his fingers with your slick.

He moans against you before pulling his mouth away, leaving you whining as you pulse around his fingers. He pulls them out a second later, sucking your juices from his hand.

You’re propped up on your elbows watching him with lust blown pupils, cunt still quivering. You’re almost panting now, even though he’d done all the work for you.

You were mostly spent, you thought you may be able to handle one more orgasm if he pushes for it. But you did ask him to ruin you… maybe that was his plan. Giving you several orgasms would certainly ruin you.

He gets low between your legs, licking roughly up through your folds. “Ah-!” You whimper for him, hips bucking up.

“You taste so good.” He mumbles against your pussy. He licks around your clit and then moves back down to push his tongue in and out of you.

You reach down with one hand to tug on his hair again, needing to ground yourself with him somehow. You were so sensitive already and his tongue felt so good.

He pushes two fingers back into you, placing his mouth over your clit for a third time so he could suckle it and bring you over the edge once more.

You pull at his hair, making him moan against you, which made you moan for him. “Din, please…” you beg, not sure what you’re begging for.

He pushes a third finger into you and thrusts them quickly, circling your clit with his tongue. You quickly lose control, hips bucking up when you cum against his face and hand. “Fuckfuckfuck.” You let out ragged breaths.

After a minute of dragging out your orgasm, he stops and pulls his fingers out, crawling up the bed again and bringing them to your lips.

You open your mouth for him and lean your head forward, sucking your own taste off of his fingers. He bites back a moan, staring at you intensely as you pull off his hand with a *pop*.

He smiles at you and kisses you, getting the taste of you from your tongue to his once more. It’s like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I’m gonna fuck you. Okay, pretty girl?” He smirks against your lips.

“Yes, baby.” You smile and peck his lips once more before he pulls back to shimmy his pants and underwear down to release his cock. Every time you saw it, your mouth watered.

He scooted forward on his knees, lining up with your entrance. As his head pushed into you, you let out a shaky breath.

“Still fucking tight.” He grits. “Fucking love your pussy. Love you.”

“L- love you.” You stutter as he pushes all the way into you.

He groans in his throat as he pulls out and slams back into you. He’s holding your hips tightly as he starts a quick pace thrusting in and out.

You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a long whine before you feel him grab your face with one hand. “What did I say?”

You look at him for a second. “Eyes on you.”

“Keep your eyes on me.” He says at the same time. “Good girl.” He smiles softly, biting his lower lip as he fucks into you.

Your eyes change position every few seconds, switching between his face and where he’s pushing into you. His eyes are doing the same dance, but when you make eye contact, he holds you there for a few seconds at a time. He loves your facial expressions during sex, especially when you’re cumming on his dick.

You reach down to where his hand is holding your hip and grab that wrist tightly, hanging on for dear life.

“Gonna cum again?” Din asks, smirking at you.

“I can’t.” You whine.

“Yes, you can.” His hand that was holding your face moved down between your legs to rub your clit. “You can do it.” He encourages.

“F- fuck, Din.” You whimper his name quickly as your fourth orgasm washes over you.

He growls your name as he fucks into you, your cunt throbbing around him causing him to finish. He spills his seed into you as he moans, hips stuttering.

When you’re both good and tired, he slows down and pulls out of you, keeping your legs spread for a minute so he could watch his cum leak out of you.

“Mm.” He hums with approval before laying down next to you, kissing your cheek as he pulls you in against him.

You’re exhausted, blissed out, euphoric. “G’night, Din.” You mumble against his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head, “Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

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livyjh · 1 year

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This is the Way (Home)

Chapter 1

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 2.7k

Entire work can be found on ao3 here

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Summary: You’re a princess of Corellia… until you’re kidnapped by some assholes and taken off-world. Your parents enlist the help of The Mandalorian to bring you home. Reader is in their 20s.

A/N: Very excited to be starting a new long(ish) fic! I have no clue how many chapters this will be yet. But thank you for reading and as always, feel free to leave a comment!

Chapter warnings: kidnapping, violence, being handled roughly, knife, blasters being used.

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Your bag is digging into your shoulder, full of fresh fruit you’d picked while out on your daily walk. The trail back to the palace wasn’t bad, just a couple tree roots that needed to be taken care of.

So when you felt something hit your ankle and you fell, you were surprised. You put your arms out in front of you as you fall forward, trying to catch yourself. You manage to avoid hitting your head but as you lay face down for a moment, you hear footsteps right behind you.

You barely have enough time to turn around before a bag is being put over your head and you’re hit with an object, passing out.

***

You’re not sure if you were dreaming or awake. Through the fabric over your face you could sort of tell that you were in a cell of some kind. Locked up. Trapped.

Your body sensations slowly came to you and you could feel that your wrists were either in ties or cuffs of some kind. Whatever they were, they didn’t budge.

You’re able to move your arms and reach up, pulling the hood off of your head so you could see.

Yep. Definitely a cell.

You look down. Definitely zip ties around your wrists. Thick ones.

Your legs were thankfully free, helping you to feel a little less claustrophobic. You look around the small room. The metal door has a small viewing window right at about eye level you figure.

You get up slowly, head hurting from earlier. You peek through the small window and see the cockpit of a ship. All you could see from there were stars flying by as the ship increased speed and you almost fell backwards.

You stumbled a little, back hitting the wall behind you to stabilize you. You sigh, looking around your cell for anything that could be of use, but no luck.

You sit in the corner away from the door, leaning your head back and closing your eyes. This cannot be happening.

Panic begins to set in.

You had no idea what these people wanted or who they were. Why would they take you from your home on Corellia and transport you somewhere else? Was this a kidnapping? Were you going to be murdered? What if they…? No.

Nope. You cannot let yourself spiral like this. You take a deep breath and try to reassure yourself that you can persuade or charm your way out of this. You were a princess after all. You’ve been trained in the art of manipulation. When you eventually became queen, being the only heir to your parents, you’d need to know how to negotiate with other cities and planets.

The lock on the door clicked and your head snapped up to look as a Trandoshan enters with a tray of food.

He sets it down and lazily kicks it over to you, some of the water splattering from the cup it was in.

You try not to look too scared as you make eye contact with the man. “Where am I? Why are you doing this?”

“Because, princess,” He uses a mocking tone, “your parents will pay us anything to get you back.”

“So all I’m good for is some ransom money?” You scoff.

He looks taken aback by your aloof and confident attitude. He takes a second. “Just eat. You’re no good to us dead.” With that, he exits and locks the door again.

Now that you stopped and thought about it… you were hungry. You trusted that it wasn’t poisoned, considering the last thing the man said.

***

You’re sure a few hours have gone by when you feel the ship jostle a bit. Once it calms, you get up and peer out the little clear space in the door. You see that you’re approaching a planet, light brown with two suns on the horizon. Dusty looking.

You watch it all as the ship pulls into a hangar and gets docked. You back up when one of the other Trandoshan men turns towards you and comes closer.

He opens the door, holding a blaster pointed at you. Another enters the room with a knife.

Oh, shit. You thought you were no good to them dead!

You put your hands up in defense in front of your face, closing your eyes. You feel cool metal against your arm when the zip ties around your wrists are snapped, cut open.

You open your eyes and look down, rubbing your sore wrists.

The man with the knife speaks. “You scream? You’re dead. You run? You’re dead. You try to tip anyone off-“

“Yeah yeah,” you interrupt him. “Dead.” You squint at him for a moment. You get up and follow them out of the room, sighing in relief when the blaster pointed at you was lowered.

You exit the ship and go through the hangar into town. You were right. It was dusty here.

You followed one man around as two others followed you. Three captors. There was no way you could fight your way out of this. Run? Maybe. But then again, they’d probably just shoot you.

You all arrived to a small house, the first man knocking and waiting for the door to open. Yet another Trandoshan to worry about.

You’re shoved into the house by the men behind you. Once you’re inside, they each roughly grab an arm of yours and drag you to a room. They toss you on the floor inside and shut it. Then you hear what you assume to be a heavy lock on the other side of the door.

You rub the elbow that you fell on, feeling the skin is broken, but not bleeding. You take in your surroundings. Small window with bars that was far above where your head would be, standing. A narrow mattress on a wooden frame. A small, bare table next to it.

You get up and onto the bed, thankful you wouldn’t have to sleep on a cold, metal floor tonight. There wasn’t even a blanket, but still.

You almost laughed, you were incredibly grateful for this seemingly shitty bed, considering the circumstances.

You were tired. The last sleep you’d gotten was what you assumed were just a couple hours after getting knocked out.

You laid there, rolling onto your back and sighing before you fell asleep.

***

You wake up the next morning when a tray of food is dropped inside the door. The soup spills completely and all you’re left with is a soggy chunk of bread and a few apple slices.

“Fuck you!” You yell as the door closes and locks again.

You’re sure they’re gonna keep up the habit of only feeding you once a day, so you take what you can get.

Once done suffering through your meal, if you can even call it that, you sit on the bed and stare at the wall for awhile, strategizing.

After an hour… nothing. You still had no idea how you were gonna get out of this situation. You had no idea how much the ransom was for. And although you were a decently wealthy family, it wasn’t like you had millions of credits to spare.

You kept faith in your belief that things would work out.

***

Four or five hours go by, you hearing nothing but chatter coming from one of the other rooms in the house. You were pretty sure there was a television on somewhere too.

You’re surprised when you hear a loud crash, the sound of a door flying open and hitting the wall. Then shouting, then blaster shots, a lot of them.

You hide under the bed, eyes on the door, preparing yourself for whatever violence may ensue.

You hear struggling, a “get him!” and some more shots, then… silence.

Fuck.

You were breathing hard, adrenaline pumping, but you were frozen in place. Terrified.

The lock on your door was being fiddled with before you hear more shots, and then the door whips open, getting kicked in.

“Please don’t hurt me!” You yell and cover your eyes.

You hear footsteps come towards the bed and the person gets down on the ground. Do you dare look? Shit. You have to.

You pull your hands away and turn your head to see a man in head to toe beskar armor. A Mandalorian.

“I’m here to bring you home.” The Mandalorian says calmly before offering you a hand.

You hesitate, but take it, letting him pull you out from under the bed and up to stand.

A single tear streams down your face and you jump to hug the tall man, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Oh thank you, thank you, Mandalorian.” You sniffle.

“You can call me Mando, if you wish.” He huffs a small laugh, chest vibrating against yours.

“I thought I was gonna rot here, Mando.” You pull away and wipe at your face.

He looks down at you through his visor. “Your parents sent me. They care about you very much.”

You smile softly. “I know they do… thank you.”

He pauses, then turns towards the door. “We should leave.”

“Okay.” You nod and follow him.

He takes a second to look around the street before exiting the house. Once he decided it was clear, he motioned for you to continue behind him.

You knew you weren’t far from the hangars, based on the short walk the Trandoshans brought you on to get you to the house in the first place.

The Mandalorian led you to his ship, quickly opening the gate for you two to get on. He closed the gate once more, climbing up a ladder to where you assumed the cockpit probably was.

“Come on.” He called down to you.

You followed him up and sat in the chair behind him and to his left. He suddenly had his hands on the straps of the chair, buckling you in.

“Th- thanks.” You blush a little, looking up at him shyly.

He only looks at you for a second longer before nodding and sitting front and center. He pushes buttons and flips switches, pulls back a lever, and you’re airborne.

The Trandoshans must’ve had eyes in the sky, because as soon as you’re lifting off, the ship is being shot at.

Mando does a maneuver to try and quickly get you higher in elevation when you hear an explosion. They shot out the right engine.

“Dank farrik!” Mando shouts.

You’re almost out of the atmosphere when he spins the ship around and spots the assaulting ship. He shoots it down expertly, his own ship sputtering.

“There’s no way we’ll make it back to Corellia like this.” He sighs, slamming a fist down onto the control panel before driving the ship back down to the hangar it was at before.

He turns to you and shakes his head. “I’m sorry. After the ship is repaired, then I can take you home, princess.”

He almost says it affectionately. But you decide to try and shrug it off. “Okay.” You nod. “How long will that take?”

“Don’t know yet. Follow me.” Mando gets up and heads down the ladder.

You come down as he’s opening the gate and you hear the sound of a fire extinguisher.

“You could’ve blown me up, Mando!” A woman shouts from below one of the engines, trying to stop the fire inside of it.

“Sorry.” He says seriously, but you didn’t believe he was actually apologizing. He was just saying it because he was supposed to.

The woman sighs loudly and comes around to the gate. “Well,” she looks up at you as you exit the ship next to the Mandalorian. “Who might you be?”

“Uh-“ you pause for a second. You tell her your name, and then, “I was… kidnapped. Brought here. He saved me.” You motion to Mando with a small smile.

“How kind of you! How much you getting paid?” She raises a brow and elbows Mando in the ribs.

He steps back, trying to regain a sense of personal space. “Not… not that much.”

You figured your parents were compensating him in some way, otherwise why would he save you? He was getting nothing out of it but money. It was a business deal of sorts. ‘Save the princess, get paid’. You tried not to let it make you feel weird.

Really, you were still indebted to him. Your parents had done their share, now you owed him thanks.

“Anyways,” the woman reaches a hand out to you. “I’m Peli. Peli Motto. At your service.” She winks and steps back.

She takes a long look at the ship.

“How long will it take to fix?” Mando asks.

Peli sighs. “No droids?”

“No droids.” Mando shakes his head.

“A week.”

“A week?” Mando retorts, sighing. After a long pause, “Fine. You can use the droids.”

“Three or four days, then.” She nods at the Mandalorian.

He nods. “That’s better.” He reaches into a pouch on his side, pulling out a hefty handful of credits. “Will this cover it?”

Peli uses both hands to hold the credits as Mando gives them to her. “Uh… yeah. Yep. That’ll do it.” She says rather excitedly.

“Great. I’ll check back.” Mando nods again.

She nods back and hands the credits to a droid. “Go put these away.” She starts to walk off. “See ya later!” She waves and disappears through a doorway.

“Come on.” The Mandalorian puts a hand on your lower back for a moment to get you to move, backing off once you started walking in stride with him.

You follow him as he walks rather quickly. He brings you to an inn, a small one at that. You both approach the front desk, the droid behind it turning towards you. “How may I be of service?” It beeps out.

“Two rooms.” Mando says with a sense of urgency.

“We have… one room. Two… beds.” It pauses while it calculates.

Mando sighs. “Uh, fine. Yeah.”

“How many nights, sir?” The droid responds.

“Three. Maybe more.” Mando reaches into his pouch.

The droid calculates again. “450 credits for three nights.”

“4-?” Mando starts to complain but stops himself. He sighs once more, pulling out the exact amount of credits he needed and handing them to the droid.

The droid slowly takes the credits and stows them before grabbing a key off the wall behind itself. It hands Mando the key and he just starts walking away to find the room.

You follow along down the hallway and go into the room with him. The brightness of the setting suns is filling the room, almost making your eyes hurt as it reflects off the white bedsheets.

You sit down on the edge of a bed, the one closer to the fresher than the window.

He sits down on the other bed, elbows resting on his knees. He sighs for the hundredth time since you’d met him less than a couple hours ago.

“You got somewhere to be?” You ask curiously.

He shakes his head. “No.”

“Sorry if I’m an inconvenience to you.” You frown.

He looks at you. “No, you’re not-“ he pauses and shakes his head again. “You’re not an inconvenience. I’m just… frustrated things didn’t go as planned.”

You nod and look away, twiddling your thumbs.

The awkward silence was too much, so you shoot up off the bed to grab the television remote and turn it on. You go and sit comfortably on your bed, leaning back against the pillows and headboard.

“Anything you wanna watch?” You ask him.

He shrugs. “Don’t watch much of anything.”

“Oh. Okay. Well, do they have game shows on this planet?”

“I don’t think so.”

“What planet are we even on, by the way?” You raise a brow.

“Tatooine.”

“Oooh… this is Tatooine?” You hum in realization. You’ve heard about it and its two suns, but you couldn’t be sure before.

You flip through all four channels they had and let it sit on a show you don’t recognize. It seemed entertaining enough.

A couple hours pass by before your stomach grumbles and you realize how hungry you are.

“Hey, can we go get food?” You sit up a little.

“I’ll find something. You should stay here, just in case.” The Mandalorian stands up, heading toward the door.

You nod. “Okay.”

With that, he leaves to go procure nutrients.

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