#din prompts

[swedenis-h]

ITS DINLUKE WEEK!!1!

This an old au idea I had with my friend keylime about Luke and Leia going to ✨political parties✨ to gain allies for the New Republic! Of course dinluke shenanigans occur, we can’t have politics and daddy issues the WHOLE time 🙄✋

June 11th prompt: The Senate Deals with DinLuke Shenanigans (@dinlukeweek)

#I KNOW ITS WEDNESDAY IM SORRY #Sorry I’m so late I literally lost track of time 😭 #I’ve been doing physics for 2 weeks straight!!! #I’ll get the other prompts done I prommy #I might just be a few days behind 😭 #gah! pls forgive! #dinluke week 2023 #dinluke #art #fanart #digital art #fan art #star wars #din dijarn #Luke Skywalker #Leia Organa #sw #star wars fanart #dinluke au

[dindjarindiaries]

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompts: “You could have died, you know.” “I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about.” and “I’m afraid of losing you, okay?”

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"Hey! Hey. Stay with me." There was a gentle tap on your cheek that smelled of leather and blaster fire. You groaned and blinked your eyes open, wincing as light caught the silver helmet that leaned over you. "Hey." The modulated voice was even softer that time. "You with me?"

You nodded, grunting as you sat up on your elbows. Din's hands continued to hold the sides of your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks as his visor gave you a once-over.

"Easy." His command was gentle, rooted in nothing more than concern as his hands eased their way down to your shoulders. "That was a hell of a blow you took there."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just got the wind knocked out of me." You exhaled and began to stand. "We need to get back to the ship."

Din stood with you, one hand on your back and the other holding tight to your hand. If you weren't still somewhat disoriented, your heart would've been pounding at his touch and his proximity. "Only if you're able."

You huffed and raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm fine." You gestured with your head in the direction of the ship. "Let's get going."

Din nodded, drawing his blaster as the two of you began to run to back to the ship. There was no doubt the two of you had already taken care of your attackers, but it never hurt to be cautious. Din, however, was even more on edge than usual, his free hand staying close to you as his visor checked on you more than it did on the way ahead.

It was perhaps the most nervous you had ever seen him.

Once you were on the ship, Din secured the hatch closed behind you, and he wasted no time heading to the cockpit to get you off the planet. You collapsed into the nearest chair and took a few breaths, running your hand over your forehead as a slight ache began to arise. You had known you wouldn't be able to walk away from a detonator blast without at least a little pain.

You were so distracted by these thoughts that you didn't even hear Din return until he was kneeling in front of you with the medpac. You lifted your head at the sight of it and clicked your tongue as you shook your head. "Din, that's really not necessary."

He didn't stop shuffling through the medpac as he answered. "I'd like to make sure." Din paused and glanced up at you. "Please."

You couldn't help giving in to the pure worry in his tone. Your lips stretched in a small smile as you nodded. He returned the gesture and lifted a handheld scanner, using it on various parts of your head, arms, and more to make sure you were free of any critical injures. It time and time again chimed in the negative.

You watched him as he worked, taking note of the way his gloved hand shook as he held the scanner. His free hand was on your knee, and his touch pulsated every once in a while as if he was grounding himself to you over and over again. You furrowed your brow, and once he had completed his scans, you couldn't help speaking on it.

"Din." You reached out for the sides of his helmet, encouraging him to look at you. You searched his visor before nodding firmly. "It's all right."

Din held a breath in his armored chest, his shoulders tensing as his hand on your knee tightened again. His visor fell to study his grasp on you, as if you would fall away if he let go or looked away. After a long pause, he spoke in a voice so strained that it pulled on each of your heartstrings. "You could have died, you know."

You softened even more at that, your thumbs running over his beskar cheeks as you tried to soothe him. "I’m fine. There’s nothing for you to worry about."

Din shook his helmet, lowering it until it was resting against the knee he wasn't still holding. His shoulders rose and fell with each unsteady breath he took. Your softness was exchanged for fierce worry of your own as you ran a hand over his helmet.

"Din." You utterance of his name was just above a whisper. He still remained where he was, practically curled up into you as he clung to you the best he could. "What is it?"

He didn't move even as he answered your question. "I'm afraid."

Your eyes widened at that. You had been convinced that there wasn't a single thing in the galaxy Din Djarin was actually afraid of. He had sure as hell proven that over your time together. "What are you so afraid of?"

Din sighed, lifting his helmet once again so that his visor could face you. His hand ran from your knee to your thigh as if the motion helped him to gain the strength to say the words he was holding so close to his chest. "I’m afraid of losing you, okay?"

You instantly fell apart at his vulnerability. Your brow relaxed as you held his helmet between your hands again and urged him to get closer. The way you moved to the end of the chair helped to close the distance, and soon, you were able to rest your forehead against his helmet. "You won't lose me, Din." You shook your head to emphasize your point. "Not now, not ever."

Din exhaled a troubled breath. "We don't know that." His gloved fingers drummed against your thigh as he fought for strength to go on. "I... have lost so much. It almost feels inevitable. I've put my head down and kept going, but..."

His breath caught in his throat. Your sympathy for him nearly made your eyes well with tears as you waited patiently for him to finish.

"If it were you..." One of Din's hands rose to hold your wrist in place. "I couldn't bear it. Not even the thought of it."

You tried your best to put on a genuine smile for him as you began to reassure him. "I'll be more careful, Din. Okay?" You kissed the center of his visor. "Thank you for sharing this with me. I know it's not easy."

Din huffed, and a wave of relief flowed through you at the evidence of the darkness starting to leave him. "Neither is jumping near a detonator to protect me."

You chuckled, shrugging as your face began to warm. "Well, you would've done the same for me."

Din tilted his helmet at that. "Yeah. In protective armor."

You closed your eyes and savored your closeness. "I guess you'll have to find me my own suit of armor, then."

Din's hand gave your thigh a gentle squeeze. "I'll be your armor."

You reopened your eyes, smiling at him before you wrapped your arms around his neck to embrace him. Your cheek rested upon the cloth around his neck and shoulders as you nodded to yourself. "Perfect."

din djarin tag list: @yorksgirl @zenrobbins0021 @cyaredindjarin @cw80831 @maddiedrmr

#hopefully this makes sense bc i wrote this while like half asleep HAHAHA #i just want to comfort him #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin fic #prompts #dindjarindiaries

[saradika]

— beneath the mask

din djarin x f!reader

rated t - 1.3k

tags: medieval!au, light angst, anxiety, arranged marriage, soulmate au, reader has a mother & father

prompt: "I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly” from the writing challenge hosted by the amazing and lovely @moonlight-prose 💖

when a mysterious stranger wins your hand at the tournament, you can't help but wonder about his intentions

With each step down the aisle, your legs threaten to give out.

A clicking of your teeth as you tremble, before you're gritting your jaw, biting your anxiety back. You have a reputation to uphold, even if you're only the daughter of a lord from a lesser house.

You're still a lady.

And this marriage would ensure a home for you. Protection. More than, if this man is what he says he is.

But a part of you desperately wishes that it was someone else at the end of the aisle.

You'd searched for a long time. For the glimpses that flash in your dreams at night. Knowing that he was out there - the one you had begun to think of as yours.

Your soulmate.

Never managing to meet the same eyes that reflect back at you in the darkness, just before you wake. Not once in the hundreds, thousands of people you’ve looked at, throughout your years.

And when none were found, you slowly gave up. Knowing the world was too large and you were too small, too poor, to seek them out.

Eventually agreeing to the match that your mother and father arranged.

If you could not have him, then you did not want anyone.

And now - the figure that waits for you stands tall.

Encased in gleaming armor, showing none of the nerves that wrack you. Making you wonder if you should have protested. Taken the path of the unwed, even if there was hardship in your future.

The stranger had won your favor, in the tournament. That is how the story will be told, passed on by your father.

Looking back, you remember very little from it. Knowing deep down that the winner would be the one to have your hand, whether you liked it or not. So much of it had turned to haze, as you had sat frozen there.

All but too nervous to watch, as weapons clashed, shields splintering.

Men you had known and grown up with falling beneath the sword of the mysterious man, clad in silver armor.

A Mandalorian, it was rumored.

Something from stories, you didn't know they still existed. An ancient clan of knights and warriors, honoring weapons and myths over sworn deities. Never revealing their faces to outsiders, and sometimes even to their own.

He had never killed any of them, and there was some comfort in that.

But that didn't mean he did not wound.

That he wasn't vicious, ferocious on the battlefield. Driven by an unseen force. Unrelenting, even when blood was drawn - splattering a bright crimson against his armor.

Showing just how he came to earn his station. The leader of his tribe, from the whispers you heard. Traveling far - slipping into the last few open brackets in the tournament, just as the first morning was starting.

Ripping through them all, in the days that followed.

You were given as the prize, in the end.

Even before the day ends, you would belong to him - ferried off to a new life tomorrow.

And this is what also slows your feet.

Wondering why such a man would come for you.

At the end of the aisle, you halt. The clergymany is speaking, but it's all white noise. Your own eyes wide and face solemn as you stare at your betrothed - your features reflected back at you in the tinted glass of his visor.

Acutely aware that you haven't seen his face. Not knowing what your husband was to look like.

Was he younger than you? Or older... older than your father?

Was his face kind, or was it as sharp as his movements? Was it all snarling teeth, beneath?

Were his eyes blue, or green, or just maybe... brown? Like his?

You don't know. You think not. Leaving you to wonder how you will bear it - to spend each day staring into their eyes while dreaming of anothers.

It's only when a voice raises that you're snapped from your thoughts. Realizing that the ceremony is waiting for you.

Managing, with a stammer, to repeat the words. To pledge yourself - your life and love - to this stranger.

The words repeated after, a low voice layering with metal. The shaking of your hands is still visible when they reach out to meet his, the tips of yours resting against wide, steady palms.

Covered in gloves but solid, like the rest of him.

Only the peek of tanned skin visible when he peels the glove from his hand. A small comfort coming in the warmth of his hand, as you slip the ring on his finger, settling it just above a scarred knuckle.

The careful brush of his fingers - a calming stroke against your skin, when he slips a matching one on yours.

Gentle, after everything.

Not him.

But perhaps, not a monster.

The celebrations swirl past you. There's music you don't remember. A meal that sits heavy in your stomach, from the meager amounts you managed to swallow.

A smile plastered on - assuring your excitement to family and friends - all while you worry about the hours to come.

Will he be as gentle as he was during the ceremony?

Or will it be more like the battlefield?

These thoughts linger, as the hours pass. Until the sun dips below the horizon, until the stars blanket the sky.

And then, you're alone.

Waiting in the finest room prepared for him in the guest wing. The pretty, ivory gown stripped from you, replaced with something thin and fine and silver - hand-sewn and intended to please him.

Pacing, until you hear the heavy steps approaching - as he returns from a meeting with your father, your dowry and your life handed over.

Leaving you frozen in place, as the door opens. Where he lingers, filling the space.

A different man than before, you think.

There had not been a slope to his shoulders, the way he moves as if afraid to frighten you.

His voice is different too - soft now, coaxing.

"I wish our meeting had been under more pleasant circumstances." Your husband tells you, as the door slowly shuts behind him.

Trapping you, now. The iron latch heavy, as it locks into place.

"But I could not bear to stand by." He continues, that hard edge creeping into his voice again, "You must understand."

"I don't." You manage - your brow pinched, shifting the smallest step backwards as he moves forward.

He goes still, at your retreat.

"Do you not, ner kar’ta?" His head tilts, "Do you not know why I have come?"

The shake of your head is small. Not understanding the name he calls you, his intentions.

He hesitates then, for a second. Before his hands are reaching - grasping the edge of his helmet. Slipping it from his head, as his head dips.

His hair is dark, beneath. Messy and curling, greying at the temples, down to the scruff that lines his jaw beneath plush lips and the curve of his nose.

And his eyes. That pretty shade of brown, the dark fan of his eyelashes.

You know them. Though you've never seen them, yourself.

For a moment, you can't breathe. Frozen for an entirely new reason - starting back at the eyes that you've seen so often.

"It's you," You manage. The words are no more than a soft gasp.

He lets you touch him, then. Fingertips tracing his jaw, those eyes slipping shut when your fingers brush the nape of his neck. Somehow knowing how the curls would feel against your fingers, already knowing each detail of his face.

Hidden deep down, revealed bit by bit in your sleep.

Only now, do you see all of him.

And only now, do you lean in. Your head tipping towards him, just as his forehead presses against yours. And it's now that you understand the warmth of his touch - the way it seems to soak into your skin. A lost piece of you, now becoming complete.

You hadn’t been able to find him - so he had found you, instead.

Unable to help the smile, as the dark pit in your stomach blooms into spring.

I wanted it to be you, you think - as your heart finally starts to beat again. I wanted it to be you so badly.

There's a hitch in his breath, with your touch. Fingers that stretch out and then curl, until you're taking them yourself, slipping yours between them.

"Now do you know?" Your husband murmurs, in the voice that you know as well as his eyes.

And you do - the answer coming easily, as you nod, "Because you're mine."

"Yes," He smiles.

"Yours."

i cant stop writing soft!soulmate din 💖 thank you for reading!!

ner kar’ta - my heart

#so sorry I am late my love #I have been thinking about this so much - such an great prompt and event!! 💖 #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #writing challenge #din djarin imagine #din djarin

[flightlessangelwings]

FlightlessAngelWings Kinkotber 2023 Prompt List!

Here it is, the Kinktober Prompt List!!

Compiled by myself and edited/peer reviewed/approved by my bestie @the-purity-pen who had made fantastic prompt lists in the past (and who also made the beautiful graphics for me)!! This list has a little bit of everything from more vanilla to more hardcore prompts so there’s a little something for everyone, or to branch out and try something new if you feel like it!

Write fics, make art, graphics, gifs, moodboards, whatever your heart desires!! Any type of creations are welcome too: reader insert, oc, ships, original works, anything!

Have fun and be creative!!

Below the cut are 31 days of prompts for the month of October! Each day has 3 choices with a free space day on the 31st!

Because of the nature of the event, this is 18+ ONLY! Minors interacting or participating will be blocked!

Please tag me @flightlessangelwings and use the hastag #fawktober2023 and I’ll share your works!

Please use proper warnings in your posts with this event as some of the prompts may not be for everyone. And if you’re doing a reader insert, please work to be inclusive of your writing/art!

No kinkshaming please! I made this list to be varied so there may be things on here you hate. That’s ok! There’s things here that even I don’t like but I designed it that way so there’s something for everyone! But that’s also why tags and warnings are so important!!

Reblog this post so others and find this list and to share the fun!! And don’t forget to reblog other people’s work too throughout October and support each other!!

If none of the prompts for the day speak to you, feel free to pull from another day if you want! Don’t feel pressured at all! Have fun with it!!

List under the cut in graphic and text format!

Banner free to use for your posts with credit to @the-purity-pen 💖

Both dividers by the lovely @saradika ❤️

Love bites * Overstimulation * Impact play

Bath/shower * Public * Knife play

69 * Exhibitionism * Monster au

Thigh riding * Sex pollen * Forced orgasm

Table sex * Threesome * Sensory deprivation

Sexting/phone sex * A/B/O * Bondage

Slow and soft * Partner swap * Spanking

Cockwarming * Temperature play * Rough sex

Role play * Pegging * Hunter/prey

Stripping * Anal * Double penetration

Seduction * Blindfold * Degradation

Formal wear * Glove kink * Gun play

Body worship * Being recorded * Anonymous sex

Tit/nipple play * Object insertion * BDSM

Against a wall * Size kink * Free use

Lap dance * Role reversal * Whipping

Praise kink * Rimming * Tentacles

Masturbation * Squirting * Dacryphilia (crying/emotional release)

Hand job * Voyeurism  * Somnophilia

Sex toys * Orgy/group * Corruption

Romantic sex * Piercings * Hate sex

Voice kink * Virginity * Fisting

Dirty talk * Begging * CNC

Lingerie * Edging * Leather/latex

Mirror sex * Orgasm denial * Breeding

Face sitting * Deep throating * Choking

Food play * Period sex * Wax play

Blowjobs * Intercrural sex * Cock rings

Fingering * Cream pie * Gagging

Cunnilingus * Costumes * Breath play

FREE SPACE

#fawktober2023 #kinktober #writing prompts #writing prompt #writers on tumblr #writing challenge #writeblr #joel miller x reader #din djarin x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #poe dameron x reader #frankie morales x reader #santiago garcia x reader #benny miller x reader #will miller x reader #boba fett x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #frank castle x reader #tasm!peter parker x reader #matt murdock x reader #thor x reader #loki x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #the mandalorian x reader #marcus pike x reader #tommy miller x reader #paz vizsla x reader

[pridoo]

saw this pose on pinterest and I really wanted to draw it!! pridoo's adventures in learning colour and bgs continue (with same dinluke goodness as always)

#dinluke #skydalorian #lukedin #luke skywalker x din djarin #dinluke fanart #dinluke art #sw art #my art #the mandalorian #idk if it's the oncoming spring or the fact that I'm getting married for real #but I've been feeling soft lately #might open prompts again soon?

[nhyhu]

dinluke in the rebellion era :)

for @dinlukepositivityweek day 2!

lmao i forgot to put the line art and sketch anyways

#dinluke #din djarin #luke skywalker #dinluke fanart #din jarin fanart #luke skywalker fanart #dinlukepositivityweek2022 #star wars #star wars fanart #my art #im the idiot who spent too much time on one prompt lmao the quality is going to go down from now on out bc school=no time

[skyshipper]

@PSCENTRAL​ EVENT 22: 2023 WRAPPED PEDRO PASCAL CHARACTERS AS PRESENTS

#pscentral #pedro pascal #pedrohub #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #usergif #skyshippergifs #joel miller #javier peña #frankie morales #agent whiskey #din djarin #ezra prospect #i did a different take on the prompt and made pedro characters as presents #i know these didn't all come out this year #but 2023 seemed like such a breakout year for pedro!! #i can't wait to see where his career goes from here #which pedro character would you want under the tree? #i pick javi #wink wink #happy holidays everyone!!

[sytortuga]

"We'll be alright"

Sometimes I'd be great to know that everything is going to be alright...

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandalorian fanart #young din djarin #ptsd #mando fanart #sw fanart #star wars fanart #traditional art #charcoal pencil #ailesswhumptober2023 #prompt 8: panic attacks

[omaano]

MMA Fighter AU for @bobadinweek's bingo - with which I have a bingo! (I'll post my card under the read more cut for proof) I treated it more as a pose drawing exercise, but in the process I grew very fascinated with the idea of Boba having some biomech tattoos (as opposed to the geometrical armor based design I default to for Din) especially on the leg he is often headcanoned to lose to the sarlacc - and if you can make out anything of that on Boba it was inspired by Arno B Ink's work

Whoop whoop! I've never achieved a bingo before!! I did a bit of colour coding, because that's how I work, and the blue ones needed to be switched up (the orange ones are the prompts I REALLY want to complete, and the yellow circles are the ones with the possibility of an idea.... So I'll want to go off these prompts outside of the deadline as well, I suppose. It'd be a shame to waste all those reference images I took for the Razor Crest Lives prompt XD). I've been aiming for the T-shaped bingo, but I don't have very high hopes with finishing anything for the FREE and Assassins & Spys prompts in the remaining time - gotta get back to work and all that....

I will make a round up post in two weeks with all my finished prompts all the same however many that will be - we shall see! :)

#bobadin #bobadinaubingo #boba fett #din djarin #boba x din #boba/din #modern au #my art #the mandalorian fanart #tbobf fanart #I took this easter holiday off of working on commissions to make this #took much longer than expected but I'm quite happy with Din and his blush here #was thinking about covering him up fully as well but then I realized I finally worked out the design for his leg tattoos... #might as well add them here as well #throughout this whole thing I haven't figured out how to draw boba in a way that I'm happy with him wow #damn if I'll give up tho #one day! #I had another competing pose for this prompt but this one won in the end #also my youtube algorhythm is very confused now

[astralisbelle]

Din filthy prompt!

Good old shower sex on razor crest. Trying to keep quiet as much as possible because they don’t want to wake the little green baby up.

Hush, Hush -- Din Djarin x F!Reader

warnings: explicit smut, creampie, some very light d/s tones, staying quiet, and shower sex... ofc

What a day.

The hot water beading down her head and back washes away the fatigue, soothing her muscles. She hangs her head, hands pressed against the wall of the shower just to relax herself. It takes her a while before she actually takes the bar of soap in hand, works up a lather, and rubs it onto her shoulders. The sound of metal-on-metal perks her up, alerting her to a foreign presence.

“You’re going to waste all the hot water.” The Mandalorian’s modulated, curt tone cuts through the steam and hiss of the water.

“We had a long day,” she says, rinsing her arms of the soap. “I mean, if it bothers you that much, I’d say we could share it. But you’d never.” Glancing over her shoulder, she sticks her tongue out at him.

Din stands there with his arms crossed, squaring his shoulders and trying to look unimpressed. The black of his visor hides the fact that his eyes are following the contours of her body like the beads of water. Suddenly his tongue is dry and craves to quench itself with those droplets. Today was trying as it is, wearing his patience thin. After a long pause, he tugs on the leather of his gloves, pulling on each of the fingers before sliding them off. As soon as they hit the floor, he unties his cape.

Her eyes widen. “D-Din?”

“Turn around. Don’t look back.” It embarrasses her how easily she follows his commands. Though, it wouldn’t be the first time, would it? She faces the wall and listens to the pieces of beskar hit the floor, to his belt clanking against metal. Stars, Din always took forever to undress, leaving her to sit in her lust, recalling lewd memories of where his hands had been, where his lips had left marks.

Bend over. Touch me. Kiss me. Cum for me.

Those were all demands he growled in her ear before — she fulfilled every last one.

The soft patter of his footsteps approaching makes her chest feel tight, like the steam was making it harder to breathe. A shadow against the wall of his figure grows bigger and bigger until the overhead light fails to shine upon her. When Din wraps his arms around her, her body awakens, recognizing the skillful hands that brought her so much pleasure before. He rests his chin on her shoulder, relishing in the heat from her body and hot shower.

His hands swipe the soap from hers, pushing her hair over shoulder. After creating suds in his palm, he massages it onto her back. She sighs in satisfaction, leaning into the touch and willing herself to not look back. Her eyes flutter closed and she drifts away. Then, his hands slide over her hips and onto her stomach. Soap makes her skin slippery as he tickles around her navel, making her giggle.

She opens her eyes to watch his hands — his bare hands that she almost never gets to see. Streams of water trickle down the valleys made from veins and knuckles. Hard, calloused pads massage her skin as a firm, defined chest rests against her back. Din’s stubbled chin rests on her neck and shoulder. She licks her bottom lip as his hands inch further up. He breathes out, wide palms capturing the flesh of her breasts. That slippery feeling makes them ultra smooth, all the more fun to knead and squish. “Mmm…” A low, satisfactory hum comes from her lower throat as he kisses her shoulder and pinches her peaks.

On instinct, she inches apart her feet and presses her ass right against his half-hard cock. A shower isn’t a fantastic place for this, but neither of them care.

Din pushes her forward until her chest squishes against the wall, boxing her in with his body alone. He grinds his hips, getting himself hard enough until he can rub his tip against her slit. She lets out a louder moan that prompts him to clamp a hand over her mouth.

“Shh.” Wouldn’t want to wake the kid… Oh, but his darling does so love it when he’s a little mean. “Keep quiet or I stop.”

Fuck, she could listen to him give her commands all day. A quiet whimper of affirmation is all he needs. While the roar of the water covers up his softer, repressed groans, he angles himself against her entrance. Slowly, he pushes in, her thighs quaking as she moans against his palm. He draws back before he fills her up again, her fingers curling against the wall. Din has to control himself too, clenching each of his muscles and teeth to not let a single loud sound escape the bathroom, no matter how fucking delicious her tight walls hug his dick.

Din hides a groan against her skin, uttering a quick swear. The hand clamped over her mouth tightens, his fingers digging into her cheek. He can tell that she wants to moan so badly, to say his name in sinful prayer over and over, but she does everything in her power to stop it. She bites her lip, she claws her fingers, she squeezes around him.

“You’re doing so — ah — well,” he whispers. “So good…”

His hip bones meet her rear in wet slaps as he drives harder, chasing the rise of his pleasure. She is writhing, her whines and whimpers getting desperate behind his hand. “Shh, shh,” he whispers in her ear, slowing himself to tease her. “Stay. Quiet.” She groans in response. Din gives her a hard thrust. “Just like that… yes, just like that.”

Din kisses her shoulder and sucks the droplets off her skin, just like he wanted to. “Be a good girl and cum.” Her body shudders at his words, clenching and flushing hot. “Cum.” She mewls against his palm as her thighs quake, her walls tightening around him as her climax unravels. Din has to use himself entirely to keep her from falling, holding her against him as he delivers his final few thrusts.

With a groan buried deep in her shoulder, he drives his cock deep, pumping hot streams of seed that mix with her essence. Her eyes roll up as he stuffs her full, white streams trickling down her inner thighs.

He lets go of her mouth and lets her breathe, her hands resting on his. After a few heavy breaths, she shivers, but not because of their activity. Goosebumps run up and down her skin as she awakens to the fact that the water has cooled down and inches towards cold.

Din sighs loudly. “Told you you would waste it.”

She snorts. “Shut up, Din.”

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin #belle fulfills requests #thank you so much for the prompt!

[livyjh]

either Joel or Din you can pick

11 ✨ 17 ✨ 20 ✨ 24

ps absolutely love your work babe 🖤

Thank you so much!!! I decided to go with Din on this one ;) thanks for the request, dear!

Following Orders

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.4k

Smutty prompt list: 11, 17, 20, 24

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

Summary: Din teaches you how to give a good blowjob.

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“I’ve just never really…” you begin, embarrassed.

“You’ve never given oral?” Din asks, voice serious through the modulator.

You shake your head, blushing.

In the short time you’ve traveled with Din, helping with the kid or with bounties as needed, you two have had one sexual encounter. It was late in the cargo hold one night, cleaning guns together. It was your fault, really. Din’s gloves were off and you couldn’t stop staring at his hands as he meticulously wiped away at smudges on his favorite blaster.

“See something you like?” Din tilts his helmet up to look at you.

Your eyes shoot up to his visor from his hands and you feel heat creep up your chest to your face. “If I did?”

“Do you want me to touch you?” His voice drops an octave and he tilts his head just slightly.

“Please.” You beg.

So that night he fingered you, making you cum three times.

Since then, you hadn’t talked much about anything sexual, both of you trying to respect boundary lines that had already been crossed.

But when Din randomly asked the craziest place you’ve ever done anything sexual, you had nothing interesting to say. Then the conversation led to you asking him the same question. He said one time he got a blowjob behind a cantina on Tatooine around 3am. Which led to you admitting that you’ve never given one.

He turns around in his chair and looks at you, his eyes no doubt raking over your body. You make the first move this time. “Teach me.” You lean forward in your chair.

You hear him choke on air before he gives a gentle nod. “Get on your knees.” He points to the floor space between his legs.

You get down and do as he says, kneeling in front of him. He plants his hands on the arms of his chair, tilting his head down to look you over.

“Open my pants.” He speaks with firmness.

You sit up a little, resting your arms on his thighs as you reach for his button, noticing that he’s already hardening. You undo it, then the zipper, slowly pulling it down until it stops.

His breathing picks up as you do this, hands gripping the chair just slightly. “Good.” He breathes. “Now, pull them down.”

You lick your lips as you hook your fingers into the hem of his pants and underwear, pulling them both down until his cock springs free.

You gasp softly at the sight, Maker, he’s big.

It hangs heavy against his hip and he groans, pushing his hips up in the air just slightly before settling back in the chair.

“S- stroke it.” He stutters, watching you, restraining himself from just pulling your hair and pushing down your throat.

You take him in your right hand, ghosting your fingers over his hardness before you slowly tighten your grip around him. You stroke him rather slowly, brushing your thumb over the head when you reach it.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath as he watches you.

“Now- now lick the tip. Brush your lips over it.” He orders.

You oblige, leaning forward, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before kissing it once. You rub your lips back and forth over it, your lips glistening with precum when you pull back.

He chokes out a moan, finally giving in as one hand tangles in the hair at the top of your head. You whimper ever so softly at the touch.

He pulls your hair gently as he gives his next demand. “Start sucking. Go down slow.”

Once you put the tip in your mouth and start to suck, “Hands behind your back.” He says sternly.

You put your arms down and put your hands behind your back before slowly moving your head down on him. “That’s it. Breathe through your nose. Don’t try and hold it.”

You shyly suck down as much of him as you can before pulling back up, sucking on his head for a moment before moving down again.

You feel his cock flex against the roof of your mouth and it almost makes you gag so you pull off of him completely, looking up at him as you blush. He whines at the loss of wet heat around him.

“Come on. You can do better than that.” He encourages, free hand holding his dick straight in front of you until your mouth is on it again.

You suck him down further this time, focusing on slowly breathing through your nose. He grips the chair once more, other hand still in your hair.

“Suck ha- harder.” He stutters between soft moans.

You do as he says, adding more suction as you bob your head up and down his length. Each movement down he manages to push you an extra millimeter.

You begin to consistently gag on him, tears forming in your eyes as you try to breathe evenly, failing.

“Fuck… just l- like that.” Din tilts his head back as you keep working on him. He’s panting, dick impossibly hard.

You feel tears go down your cheeks just as he thrusts up and cums down your throat without warning. You try to swallow as much as you can.

“Ah, yeah, fuck… keep- keep going.” He groans as he pulls harder on your hair until he’s starting to come down.

He finally releases your hair and looks down at you. “Fuck, o- okay. That’s enough.” He breathes out a whine as you pull off of him.

You wipe at your chin and then the tears on your cheeks.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You can hear Din frowning, reaching down to cradle your chin with one hand. “Come here. Take off your pants and sit down.” He pats his thighs with both hands.

You put your hands on his knees and stand yourself up before slipping out of your pants and straddling his lap.

He takes his gloves off and throws them on the floor, both hands moving up your thighs. You shake as he touches you and you feel yourself getting even wetter.

One of his hands moves to cup your heat through your underwear, making you roll your hips down against him. He presses two fingers against your clit through your panties and looks up at your face. “Get yourself off.” He demands.

Your thighs quiver at the words, cunt squeezing around nothing. “Din, please, I need-“

“Do what I told you.” He says softly.

You nod and start grinding down against his fingers. He does his best to keep them in place, letting you move and add pressure as needed.

Your panties are soaked with your slick, sliding easily against his fingers as you move your hips. You hold onto his shoulders, grounding yourself so you don’t scream.

You let out a couple soft whines and he pulls his fingers away. “Louder. Let me hear you.” He tilts his helmet, looking for affirmation from you.

“Okay.” You nod, biting your lip a moment. He finally returns his fingers to your covered pussy and then you’re moving again.

“Fuuck…” you gasp as you rut down. You’re whimpering loudly with each thrust backward and he decides to reward you.

He suddenly pulls your panties down your thighs, exposing your dripping cunt to him. Then, he’s pushing two fingers into you, thumb on his other hand massaging your clit. “Keep going.”

You let out a groan as you fuck yourself on his fingers, bouncing up and down until you’re almost sobbing. “Din… Din, I’m gonna cum.” You let out a shaky breath.

“Go ahead, pretty girl.” He curls his fingers forward and the next thing you know, you’re squirting your release over his hand.

“Ohh, fuck!” You’re gasping as you cum, toes curling and hands gripping Din’s shoulders hard enough to bruise.

“Maker, you look good.” Din moans to himself, fingering you until you’re whining with oversensitivity. He pulls his hands away and you collapse against his chest, burying your face in his neck.

Eventually, he picks you up and moves you to your seat before grabbing a rag and cleaning you up. He helps you back into your clothing before guiding you down the ladder to the bed compartment in the cargo hold.

“Get some sleep.” He whispers as he covers you with a blanket.

“G’night.” You smile at him before he closes the compartment and leaves you in the darkness. You fall asleep quickly, dreaming of more naughty things you want to do with him.

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[dindjarindiaries]

In The Silence

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: Admiring them when they're asleep & "I'm okay. You can go back to sleep."

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It wasn't often that he fell asleep first, but there was no doubting the latest job had worn him out. From a close call with Grogu to what felt like an endless chase around an unfamiliar city, Din was stretched as thin as ever. He earned this rest.

That wasn't a luxury Din often granted himself.

He never felt safe enough. Din had opened up enough to you early on to make that clear. Now, he was in a home of his own, as safe as he had been ever since he was a child on his homeworld.

You smiled as you lifted your hand to cup his cheek as gently as you could. He was on his side, his eyes closed and fluttering every once in a while as he dreamt. Your thumb ran under his eye, mindlessly tracing a scar over and over again as you repeated the motion. Din let out a satisfied exhale, but he never stirred.

Your smile became tearful. This was truly everything he deserved and more. You were there for his sleepless nights worrying about where your next safest stop in the Crest would be. You were there to hold him when he tried and failed not to think of Grogu in his absence. You were there to comfort him when he woke from the nightmares of the Armorer's daunting words of excommunication.

Now, you were there for his peace, at long last.

You ran your knuckles along his cheek and pushed yourself up high enough to kiss his forehead, once again remaining gentle to keep him from waking. Even if you wanted to join him in his peaceful slumber, you couldn't. This silence was the sweetest you had ever experienced, and you wanted to remember what it looked like to see him at peace, surrendered to the safety that surrounded him at long last.

Still, as the man with the galaxy's greatest intuition, Din woke the moment you shed your first joyful tear. His tired eyes blinked a few times to adjust, but it wasn't long before his brow furrowed in concern.

"I'm okay," you assured him before he could ask, your voice hushed. "You can go back to sleep."

Din shook his head and lifted a finger to brush away your tear. You chuckled and took his hand, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I was just..." you paused, taking a breath to steady yourself, "I was enjoying you being at peace. That's all."

Din's tired gaze searched yours, the corner of his mouth pulling up in the smallest of smiles. "You need rest, too." It was the first time he'd spoken since he'd woken, his voice hoarse yet genuine.

"I know." You gave his hand a squeeze. "I'll sleep now."

Din nodded, satisfied. "Good." He brought himself close enough for a lazy yet meaningful kiss and kept his face buried in your neck. "See you in my dreams again."

You chuckled at that. "Again?"

"Yeah." His arm tightened around you. "Why else would I be at peace?"

You smiled and buried your face in his head, joining him a dream somehow sweeter than what you had already witnessed that night.

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[autumnwoodsdreamer]

Paz: Be careful!

Din: I’m always careful.

Armourer: Your medical records say otherwise.

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[imabeautifulbutterfly]

CONGRATULATIONS!!! You deserve all those followers and more for having such a great blog with fantastic stories. I'm continually impressed with the ideas you develop and the worlds you create. I look forward to reading more from you!

For the prompts, I'd like 18. "You shouldn't be out here by yourself" and 24. "I'll love you until the stars turn cold" with Din, please!!

Thanks, sweetie! Love you!!

Thank you, bestie! A lot of this wouldn't have been possible without your constant support and beta reading. Love oo.

Enjoy a little slice of heaven with Din.

Our Dance

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Grogu always had a way of getting into trouble, it was bad enough he was so small, he could fit into the crevices of the Razor Crest with no problem and actually hide in the tiny compartments you had no hope of reaching, but that never seemed to stop him. And if the ramp was done, it was even worse. 

You ran outside in the cold and snatched him from the foot of snow that nearly encapsulated him. “Grogu, what are you doing? You know you shouldn’t be out here by yourself.”

You chatized him as though he were own, and truthfully that’s how you felt. From the moment you laid eyes on Grogu, there was a bond there. For all intents and purposes, he was your son. 

“It’s cold out here, sweetie. Don’t come out here on your own anymore, okay?”

Grogu simply tilted his head as he looked at you and purred as he nuzzled closer to you, “Yeah, you’re cold aren’t you?” You held him close and rubbed his back.

“Cyare, what are you doing out here?” Din walked over, wrapping the both of you in a hug, keeping you warm. 

“Our son wanted to explore. Found him out here by himself.”

Din shook his head as he tilted his helmet down to look at him, “Grogu, you know you shouldn’t be out here, by yourself. You have to listen to us buddy,” Din trailed his finger over his ear. “Let’s go in, cyare.”

“You fixed what was wrong with the hyperdrive?”

“I didn’t not fix it…” he offered. 

“Meaning it’ll work for a jump or two and then die.”

“Not if we head to Nevarro. Then it’ll be fine.”

You smirked, shaking your head, as you walked back into the ship. Grogu had fallen asleep in your arms, no doubt the cold had made him sleepy. You gently placed him in his hammock, making sure there were extra layers on top of him as you tucked him. Last thing you needed, what any of you needed was for one or all three of you to catch a cold. You closed the compartment and turned to see Din leaning against the closed ramp staring at you. His leg bent and bracing itself against the ramp.

“What?”

He smiled, although you couldn’t see it, he knew you felt it. “I … I just love you.”

You smirked as you nodded, “You’re saying this so I don’t yell at you about the hyperdrive.”

He chuckled as he moved closer to you, “I’m not saying it, so you don’t yell at me. I’m also not saying so you do.”

“So me not yelling is just an added bonus,” you offered as you walked to meet him.

“I would say that you being passionate about the safety of our family,” he smoothly offered as he wrapped his arms around you, “is one of the reasons I fell in love with you.”

“Oh so you do enjoy being yelled at?” You tried not to laugh as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Who says I don’t enjoy hearing you scream, cyare?” He teased, as he tilted his helmet down to your ear, “Because I thoroughly enjoy that.”

You smacked his back at his innuendo, “Your son is in the next compartment, sleeping.”

“Oh I see, so now he’s just my son.”

“He’s your son, when he does something wrong, and mine when he does something good.”

“And when is he ours?”

“When I hold you in my arms like this”

“Then we should always stay like this” he hummed, slowly starting to sway you back and forth, a soft dance forming between the two of you.

“I love you” you offered as you looked into his visor, “I have since the moment you both entered my life.”

He gently brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear, as he continued to sway you both, “I’ve loved you from the moment I laid eyes on you, I just knew you were my heart.”

You rested your head on his beskar chest, feeling comforted by the strong armor, “I’ll love you until the stars turn cold, Din.”

“I’ll love you for much longer than that, cyare.” He held you close, shifting his helmet to the crook of your neck, wanting to smell the scent of your shampoo. Needing to be as close to you as possible, he almost lost you earlier, and that fear alone made it nearly impossible for him to pull away at that moment. He held you tighter as you both continued to sway to the beating of your own hearts.

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🖤💚DinLuke Valentine’s Day Prompt List 2024💚🖤

Nothing says romance better than giving the person you love a bouquet full of all your feelings 💐

That's why for this year's Valentine's Day prompt list, we prepared 10 prompts based on the language of flowers.

❤️Red Tulips - "Passionate Love" 💛Yellow Tulips - "There is sunshine in your smile" 🧡Orange Tulips - "I understand what you are feeling/going through" 🩷Pink Tulips - "You have my affections" 🤍White Tulips - "I devote myself to you"

❤️Red Roses - "I love you" 💛Yellow Roses - "You make me happy" 💜Purple Roses - "Love at first sight" 🩷Pink Roses - "I'm grateful that you exist" 🤍White Roses - "I want to be with you forever"

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