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Woven in the Stars | din djarin x f!reader

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Chapter 2 - Cosmically Sewn

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~4k

Chapter summary: Din returns to town with Grogu, meeting with you to get custom clothes. Getting acquainted with the pair, you strike up an offer that could bring you and Din even closer. Will Din accept?

Chapter warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, dad!Din, flirting, one (1) use of the word “daddy” in a nonsexual way, reader refers to Din as ‘Mando’ (for now 🤭), POV switching, inaccurate star wars info, liberties taken with the Creed, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N, none really mostly just pining and fluff

A/N: hi everybody!!! tank you for sticking with me, life has been so hectic lately to say the least 🙃 but these two are finally acquainted with one another! the smut will happen eventually so bear with me y’all! i will throw y’all a bone occasionally, but the freak narsty smut happens all at the end. gotta let these two babies pine and let that slow burn burnnnn! can y’all sense i’m a sucker for the buildup? hehehe anyway i hope y’all enjoy! 🩵 not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

Divider by @saradika

the first emboldened word = Din’s POV

the first italicized word = Your POV

Stirring in the plush, handsewn sheets, Din’s eyes flutter open, adjusting to the beaming sunlight. Groaning, he huffs as he rubs the shadow of stubble growing on his face, as he recalls what he did last night before falling asleep. Dread washes over him as he thinks of how he has to face you at the market later.

With a deep sigh, he rises from the bed and tidily makes his bed before padding into Grogu’s room. Thankfully, he’s still sleeping, still cuddled up with the stuffed bantha you gave to him.

You are everywhere he looks. How have you infiltrated his mind so quickly?

Din heads down the hall and into the refresher, opting to take a long shower while Grogu still sleeps. The scalding water soothes the dull aches that still linger in his body from years of battling. He scrubs hard, attempting to wash away what he did last night, the guilt and shame.

He shuts the water off and dries off before trudging back down the hall and into his room. As he slips on his flight suit, soft coos make his ears perk up. He smooths out the wrinkles in his shirt as he goes to peer into Grogu’s room. The child now wide awake and still gripping onto the bantha. He squeals at the sight of his father, hands up and stretched forward.

Din cradles him in one arm as he walks out into the kitchen, starting their daily routine. One that consists of breakfast for Grogu, and sometimes Din. If he’s not eating breakfast with his son, he’s usually doing some work - whether that be house work or having comm link meetings with Teva or Karga.

Today, it’s just breakfast for the two of them. Grogu brushes the stubble on his father’s face while he prepares their meal. In the past, he’d tell Grogu to stop touching his helmet. Things have changed.

Din no longer wears his helmet around Grogu so long as they’re alone in their home. He’s part of his clan now, having adopted him. Seeing that Bo-Katan and a few others who’ve walked both worlds, and being exposed to different Mandalorians who practice the culture differently, he’s decided to take some liberties with the Creed. He wants his son to see him, all of him after losing him once. Also, Grogu is still far too young to partake in the Creed, so he should be allowed to see his father.

He prepares breakfast for the both of them, sitting Grogu down in his chair as he serves them both. His son squeals as his father serves him and sits beside him. Mirroring each other, the clan eats in silence. Grogu busies himself with his meal, completely oblivious to his spiraling father.

How is he supposed to face you again today? Why did he do that last night? Maker, he needs to regain his sense of self control. He knew domestic life was going to be an adjustment, but he didn’t think he’d let himself slip up so easily, so quickly. For stars sake, he’s already thinking about sharing a life with someone, with you. He has other things to take care of before he can even give that a second thought. Like settling in, helping Grogu adjust to this new life, prioritizing his contract work with Teva, and the occasional tasks from Karga. He hopes he can act normally today. You caught him off guard yesterday, but hopefully he can prepare himself to see your beautiful face.

A whine pulls him from his thoughts. Grogu has crawled into his lap, pouting up at him with those big brown eyes, meaning he’s still hungry. Din hands him his spoon, and turns him around to face the table. Grogu squeals with delight as he rapidly devours the rest of his father’s food.

With a tiny burp, Grogu plops down into Din’s lap and sinks into the warmth of his chest. Din rises to his feet and pads into his son’s room, cleaning him up and changing him into a spare tunic. He settles Grogu in his pram, nuzzling the new stuffed bantha that he’s quickly attached to next to him, and walks across the hall to put on his armor.

As he reaches for his helmet, he calls out for Grogu before placing it on his head. “Come on, Grogu, let’s go.” A hissing sound erupts as he slips his helmet on, and he rushes back into the living room, slinging the sack over his shoulder while Grogu plays in the pram with his bantha. Another reminder of you, he exhales a deep modulated sigh as he braces himself for a day at the plaza. Embarrassment coursing through him as he and Grogu head out the door and off on their journey for today.

Maker give him strength.

The town bustles as the sweltering sun beams down onto the plaza. Setting up the last display at your textile stall, you wipe the bead of sweat that’s formed at your brow. Mando is supposed to return with Grogu today, making you feel particularly giddy about seeing the mandalorian again. You’ve heard tales about mandalorians your whole life, and have even seen some in passing having lived on Nevarro for a few years now. However, something about him was so enthralling.

You couldn’t place it. Perhaps it was the way he was so caring and gentle with his son, or perhaps it was his demeanor which was surprisingly a lot more open than you had expected. Most encounters with mandalorians are short, as they are not people of many words - but not with him. Something about the man in beskar has captivated you, unable to shake him from your head since meeting him yesterday.

Subconsciously, you’ve never taken this much interest in a commission before. You’d even selected an array of fabrics for him to choose from for Grogu. You tell yourself it’s because of the unorthodox, sweet duo. The green baby having captured your heart the second you laid eyes on him, his curious eyes wandering and babbles that escaped him having tugged at your heart strings. You wondered how he ended up with his father, the resemblance between them obviously nonexistent, but you didn’t ask. It’s not your place to know, let alone judge, unless Mando feels comfortable telling you.

You should know better than anyone how complicated familial relationships can be. That family does not always correlate to blood relation, being adopted since birth after your biological parents had given you up to your mother and father. You believe that the stars lead you to people. They lead you to your family - your parents, your brother, your sisters. You are their daughter, their sister despite what biology may say.

Oh how you miss them all so much. What you’d give to see them again. You hope they’re alright, that the krayt dragon hasn’t reached them despite all the time that has passed.

Biting back tears, you shake your head and pack the selected textiles into a box and place them in your home-turned-shop. Working out of your home has its perks - never having to leave. It’s also got its downsides with the lack of space. It can get crammed sometimes, and it’s hard to not bring work home with you - literally and figuratively. Big commissions can be stressful, and dealing with a particularly aggravating vendor neighbor doesn’t help.

Recounting your last encounter with him, it was thankfully diffused quickly by your other neighbors. He’d yelled at some innocent kids who were eyeing the fruits he sells, calling them thieves and accusing everyone of being one after he’d had a few pieces of fruit stolen from his stand. You’d intervened first, scolded him for yelling at children and consoling them by offering them some candy from your stash. Thankfully the other neighbors despised him as well and jumped into your’s and the children’s defenses. He backed off and hasn’t said anything since. Hopefully it stays that way.

Thank the Maker he doesn’t actually live next to you.

The sound of your name pulls you from your recollection and back into reality. You rush outside and your breath hitches in your throat. There he is, in all his shiny glory. If he’s this captivating with his helmet on, you can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath it.

You wave at them, beaming as Grogu returns a wave with his tiny hand as he holds the stuffed bantha you gifted him just yesterday. Din desperately tries to keep his composure as he approaches you, trying not to think of what he’d done last night. His hands having grown clammy under his gloves, his helmet suddenly feeling hotter as the sight of you sends his head spinning.

You’re radiant, as if you belong in the stars in the evening skies - outshining every galaxy he’s ever seen. Your energy is infectious, making his heartbeat stutter.

“Hi, baby! I see you brought your new toy with you! Do you like it?” You ask, voice full of glee. Grogu happily garbles an incomprehensible response, but you take it as a ‘yes’ and burst into a fit of giggles. Your laugh like music to his ears, he bites back a groan under his helmet.

Is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?

“Hi, Mando,” you giggle. It sucks the air out of his lungs hearing your breathy laugh and his name from your lips. Sweat forms on his brow and he wishes he could wipe it away. He fidgets with his holster, giving you a nod. “Hi, cyar’ika,” he nervously stammers, the affectionate name having escaped his mouth without thinking. Your brow quirks as your lips pull into a grin. “I’ve never heard that before. Is that your native tongue?” You inquire, fully intrigued by the name.

Fuck. He didn’t mean to let the name slip.

“It is. It’s Mando’a, the language of my people.” Your smile grows larger, making Din’s heart beat faster and body grow hotter. “It sounds lovely! What does that word mean? Should I be insulted?” You playfully tease him. Unbeknownst to you, his eyes bug out of his head as his cheeks grow red. “What? No, it was not an insult, I promise. It means, uh… it means ‘friend,’” he lies. You nod, narrowing your eyes at him as if you don’t believe him.

“Okay. If you say so, Mando,” you tell him, coyly winking at him. He clears his throat as awkward tension fills the silence between you two.

Grogu’s squealing breaks the tension, making you laugh. “You ready for some new clothes, baby?!” You ask him, scooping him up from his pram, eliciting a giggle from the baby.

His heart feels like it’s going to burst through the beskar.

Tickling the child, he laughs excitedly as you set him on one of the tables at your stall. “Wait here,” you tell the clan as you disappear into your studio. You return with a box containing something. You place the box on the table, Grogu cooing in curiosity. Din tilts his head to the side.

“What’s this?” He asks, making you beam.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I selected some fabrics for you to choose from based on what he was wearing yesterday! But also, please feel free to browse around the other selections,” you explain with a sparkle in your eyes as you smile at him, laughing as Grogu grabs one of your fingers to balance himself as he wobbles to the box.

He’s undeserving of your kindness, unable to fathom what he’s done to be on the receiving end of it.

“You didn’t have to do that, cyar’ika,” he nearly whispers. Your face is beginning to ache with the amount you’ve been smiling since he arrived. “It was no problem, Mando. I hope you like some of the selections. You can tell me if you don’t, you can be honest with me. Trust me, I can take it,” you tell him with a coy smile and a wink, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Keep it together, Din.

“Th-they’re lovely, cyar’ika. Thank you very much, I’m perfectly happy with any of the fabrics you’ve chosen,” he tells you. “Are you sure? Because I-I can pick out some more,” you say timidly.

Is he making you flustered? No. There’s no way.

“No need. They’re perfect.” You give him a nod and tuck your bottom lip between your teeth. “How about we let Grogu choose his favorites from the pile?” He says, subconsciously inching closer to you. “O-Okay,” you stutter.

You bend down to meet Grogu’s height. “Grogu! Which one do you like, baby?” You gently ask him as you hold up two pieces of fabric for him to choose from. He points to one in your left hand with a grunt. You repeat the process two more times, the smile never leaving yours or Din’s faces.

He watches quietly as you swipe your measuring tape from your apron, wrapping it around Grogu who garbles in confusion as he wonders what’s going on. He looks up at you with his big brown eyes, tiny teeth peeking out from his mouth. You smile and scrunch your nose at him, speaking to him about different things like toys, candy, animals, anything a child would like. You intently listen to every garble that streams from Grogu as if you can understand him, showing him enthusiasm as he babbles.

Din can feel his body heating up, his chest feeling fuzzy as he watches you interact with his son.

Grogu goes for something in one of your pockets - the pin cushion. You and Din panic, you get to him before he pricks himself on a needle. “No no, baby! Those are sharp, they can hurt you. Here, you can play with this instead,” you say, handing him a spare one sans pins. You remove the one from your apron and toss it onto a table behind you, probably to ensure he doesn’t reach it at all.

How are you so maternal? Is it instinctual or do you have children of your own?

“You’re really good with him,” he says, moreso to himself rather than you. “Hmm?” You say, lifting your head and eyes wide as you meet his gaze. His heart feels like it’s going to combust every time you look at him.

“What?” He asks. A smile splays on your face, teeth poking through your lips. “What did you say? I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch what you said,” you explain.

“Y-you’re, uh, you’re really good with him. Most people can’t keep up with his hyperness, but you can.” He sees something flash across your eyes.

Bashfulness?

“Oh. Thank you, that’s very kind,” you say, voice hushed and shy. “Do, um, do you have any children of your own, if you don’t mind me asking?” He can’t help, but ask - curious as to how you’re so good with his son, curious if you’ve got a riduur at home.

“No! No children, just me at home. I did have a little sister and have just always had a soft spot for kids, but no… no children,” you tell him, a noticeable deflation in your voice as you bring up your sister.

Did. He catches that, unable to miss the use of past tense. Feeling like he’s already pried from you, he nods. “Well, you’re a natural. Plus, he likes you,” Din says, offering some sort of comfort and shifting the focus of the conversation.

Grogu chirps from below the both of you, making you smile. You boop his nose, making him laugh. “I like him too. We’re best friends now, aren’t we, baby?” You ask him, tickling his sides as Grogu’s laughter grows louder. “Better watch out, Mando. I think I’ve taken the throne as his favorite,” you say through your giggles. Din watches from behind his helmet as you cradle Grogu, his heart taking flight at the sight in front of him.

“I don’t doubt that, cyar’ika.”

“So… can I ask what brings you into town, besides clothes for Grogu?” You ask, marking measurements on the selected fabric.

“Uh, yes, uh, we’re actually also here to gather some things for a fence I’m building. I’ve got a pond in front of our house and Grogu keeps torturing the frogs. I also don’t want him falling in, so I’m buying the last of the supplies to block it off.”

Your heart softens at the mandalorian’s concern. Going above and beyond for his son.

“Those poor frogs,” you giggle at the thought of Grogu messing with them. “Yeah, if he keeps eating them, he’s going to turn into one,” he huffs. Grogu snaps his head up, garbling what seems like a question.

“Have you started building the fence yet?” You through a fit of laughter.

“I have not, I’ve been occupied with some last minute tasks High Magistrate Karga asked me to complete. But I plan to start soon, possibly within the next week.”

You hum as silence settles amongst you three. A thought pops into your head, recounting the time you spent helping your father around the moisture farm back home on Tatooine as a young girl. Building and repairing fences and traps with your brother around the farm, your father adamant on ridding your home of womp rats.

Without even thinking about your next words, they eagerly roll off your tongue. Not sure why you’d go so far to extend a helping hand, but not questioning yourself either.

“Would you like some help?” Mando tilts his head to the side. “W-with the fence! That is,” you say, trailing off at the end. “Oh, that’s quite alright, cyar’ika. It’s a lot of work, and I couldn’t ask another task of you.”

“It’d be no problem! I’m more than happy to help, if you’ll let me.”

You’ve never been so eager to do farm work in your life. Surely, your father would laugh at your enthusiasm.

“Cyar’ika, you’re very kind, but I’d be indebted to you should you help me. In fact, I already am with the garments you’re crafting for Grogu.” You playfully roll your eyes

“Again with the formalities. You aren’t indebted to me, Mando! This is my job. Helping would be considered a favor, helping out a friend.”

“Friend.” Mando states.

“Yeah. Isn’t that what you call me? ‘Cya-cy-cyar’,” you stumble through the pronunciation. Mando barks out a hearty laugh, sending a flurry of butterflies swarming in your belly.

“Yes, we are friends, cyar’ika. You can just call me ‘Mando’ or ‘friend.’ We’ll work on your pronunciation later, don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he teases. Your scrunch your face up, mouth gaped open. “Wow! How rude of you, Mando! Give a lady some grace, why don’t you?!” You squeak, unable to contain the surprise in your voice as a huge smile breaks out onto your face, taken aback by his sudden playfulness.

“I’m sorry, cyar’ika. How can I re-earn your good graces?” A smile evident in his voice.

Your face feels like it’s going to fall off if you keep smiling.

“For starters, you can tell me what that word really means. I’m only fluent in Basic and Jawaese,” you say with a wink, trying to make him feel equally as flustered.

“Jawaese? Are you not native to Nevarro?”

You shake your head as you measure Grogu once more, jotting down his measurements, playfully booping his nose to keep him entertained. “I am not. Tatooine was my home, it’s where I was born and where I grew up.”

He nods, carefully catching a wobbling Grogu. “So what brought you here?” You smirk. “I could ask you the same, Mando… if that is your real name,” you tease. The mandalorian chuckles under his helmet.

Oh what you’d give to see his smile.

“Maybe I’ll tell you… should you ever choose to tell me your given name,” you tease.

“Fair enough. I’ll tell you everything one day, cyar’ika.”

One day. Is he possibly considering telling you his name?

“One day,” you repeat. Your gaze never leaves his, staring into the blacked-out T in his helmet, hoping he can see the desire in your eyes. The silence is broken with the clearing of Mando’s throat.

“I plan on starting next week. Does that work for you, cyar’ika?”

You nod a little too eagerly, automatically agreeing despite not having checked your deadline schedules for other commissions. “It does! I’ll even bring over Grogu’s new tunics next week, they’ll be ready by then,” you excitedly say, folding the paper containing Grogu’s measurements and tucking it into your apron. Tucking your pencil behind your ear, you fold the fabrics up and carefully place them back in the box.

Grogu picks one up and hands it to you, melting your heart. You graciously pout, cooing at him. “Thank you, baby!” You squeal, gently caressing his cheek. He nuzzles into your touch.

He’s got you wrapped around his little green finger.

A pang of disappointment hits your heart, your time with the clan coming to a close.

You sigh as you tuck the box of fabric under one of the tables behind you. Silence hangs in the air, fiddling with your apron as you’re unable to say goodbye.

“Well… I guess we’ll be seeing you next week, cyar’ika?” Mando says, making you perk up at the sound of his voice. “Yes, yes you will, Mando.” You can’t help but smile at the thought of spending time with the duo.

“Good. I can’t wait, mesh’la,” he says quietly. Your brows reach your hairline at the new nickname. “Okay, now what does that one mean, Mando? You better not be insulting me!” You exclaim, poking fun at him, but genuinely curious as to what he’s saying.

“I would never, cyar’ika! Like I said, I’ll tell you one day,” he assures you. You sarcastically hum, reaching for something else in your pocket and hand Grogu yet another piece of candy.

“Here you go, little man. Thank you for being so good today, baby!” You tell him, helping him unwrap the lollipop as he squeals with excitement. He incoherently babbles as you discard the wrapper.

“None for daddy though, he’s being a meanie,” you pretend to whisper to Grogu. Your head snaps up at the sound of a groan.

“You alright, Mando?” You ask, brows pinched together. “Y-yeah, cyar’ika. I’m fine. J-just s-sometimes… this… helmet gives me, uh, a headache. I’m fine though,” he stammers. Your worry not quite dissolving.

“I’m sorry, Mando. Would you like some medicine? I think I might have some inside,” you worriedly ramble. He waves you off. “It’s alright, cyar’ika. I promise. Th-thank you for all your help today, truly,” he nervously says. Taking his word, you nod.

“Well, I’m here if you ever need anything. And of course, it was my pleasure,” you say as you extend your hand to him, smiling as you do so. He quickly glances down to your hand, his large gloved hand fully encasing yours, his thick fingers brushing against yours in the process. He gently shakes your hand, giving it a soft squeeze in between, flashing him a gentle smile.

Is he smiling under there? You hope so.

“See you next week, cyar’ika,” he says, his hand still in yours. “I’ll see you both next week, Mando,” you say breathlessly. He sets your hand down, but doesn’t let go. You can sense his hesitation, but what could he be hesitating about?

“Have a lovely day… mesh’la,” he rasps with a tender, but swift swirl of his thumb on your hand. Sparks of electricity bolt throughout your body, your hand feeling as if it’s ablaze. He quickly drops your hand, gathering Grogu in his arms and settling him in his pram.

“Thank you. You too, Mando,” you nearly whisper, still relishing in the lingering feeling of his hand in yours. “Bye, cyar’ika,” he says with a wave, Grogu mirroring his father’s actions. “Bye, Mando. Bye, Grogu!” You say, returning the wave to the father-son duo. They part from your stall.

There’s a few customers browsing around your stall, but you hardly notice them as your mind swirls from what just happened between you and Mando.

What was that?

A customer comes up to you to ask a question. You shake the thoughts from your head and go about the work day. Anticipation blooms within you as the day drags on.

Next week can’t come fast enough.

we've finally been introduced to our reader (or as Din likes to call you, 'Cyari'ka' hehehe) and now the plot has been set up for some major pining! we've even caught a glimpse of backstory for reader!

i truly hope your suspension of disbelief allows you to picture yourself when reading this, because i like to picture myself while writing! Din wants reader aka you! 🫶🏼

anyway, thank you so much for reading! i'd love to know your thoughts in the comments, my asks, or dms 🩷

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eupheme · 1 year

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— IN THE WOODS SOMEWHERE MASTERLIST

[complete] | [playlist] | [ao3]

joel miller x f!reader

Rated E - 33k

Tags: brief canon-divergence (spoilers/references to ep. 6 & 7), reader is mid/late 30s, canon-typical violence / mentions of death, found family, angst, wounds, hurt/comfort, smut (iii-v), soft!dom joel, competency kink, oral, face-sitting, piv

When a break-in startles you awake, it’s hard not to assume the worst. But when the thief is revealed to be a teenager just trying to help her wounded guardian - you find your heart softening.

Because after all… you suppose your cabin has enough room for three.

— part i: in the night

— part ii: stay with me

— part iii: these short winter hours

come early morning

on my knees

— part iv: long road ahead

— part v: epilogue

#been working on this for a while but wanted to wait for the episodes to air!#first part coming next Monday 💖#joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #tlou spoilers #the last of us spoilers #joel miller imagine

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goldenstarprincesses · 3 months

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On my knees in the Walmart after reading the headcanon that England cared/thought so little about America that he didn't even show up to fight in the American Revolution

#breaking my heart on this monday #hws america #hws england #aph america #aph england #historical hetalia #hetalia #alfred f jones #arthur kirkland #hws

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baldursyourgate · 2 months

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mod idea: bg3 lore accurate immersion lighting mod that turns everything pitch black when you go to the underdark and switch to a character who doesn't have darkvision (human, halfling, etc)

#shart: say what you may but I think the underdark is beautiful. wyll: i canf see shit #day 3 shadowbanned. its getting to me.#I heard reddit/X is faster when it comes to reaching out to support but #support said don't contact them on multiple platforms #and I already sent them an email :(#probs have to be like this until monday #F

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hyunjin-n · 7 months

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MONDAY — 230919

#hwang hyunjin #stray kids #190819 #f: monday #hyunjin updates

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city-tickles · 4 months

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“Get your arms up!”

#tickling #ticklish #male tickling #male upperbody tickling #upperbody tickling #underam tickling #armpit tickling #male armpit tickling #male underarm tickling #f/m tickling #male knee tickling #knee tickling #tickle video #couple tickling #cute tickling #ticklish male monday #aftercare tickling

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sunflawyer · 2 months

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GUYS.

are you ready.

#self ship #ok2rb #in fact pls rb it ehehehe #sunflawyer #self insert #sunflower puppy!#oc x canon #⚖️🌻#f/o community #fictional other community #self ship anniversary #AHHHHHH IM SO EXCITED AAHHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHHHG #mayo.txt #ITS ON MONDAY BTW #AHRHHHDJJFKRJGK #IM NSO EXCITED IM GONNA BE SO. EXPLODKE #HAPPY ALMOST ANNIVERSARY SUNFLAWYER 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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johbeil · 11 months

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Kiawah Island

South Carolina, 2017. Diana F+ on Ilford XP2 400 B&W film.

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ilovepedro · 6 months

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Woven in the Stars | din djarin x f!reader

Series masterlist | Main masterlist

Chapter 1 - Stitching Serenity

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word count: ~2.5k

Chapter summary: As he adjusts to life on Nevarro, Din Djarin ventures into town with his son, Grogu, to gather supplies to finish settling into their new home. While shopping, he has a chance encounter with you - a local seamstress. The two of you make an instant connection, as he's drawn in by your beauty and kind heart. After striking up a deal with you, Din heads home after a long day, where suppressed feelings of loneliness and desire arise.

Chapter warnings: slow burn, domestic!Din, dad!Din, mutual pining, yearning, loneliness, bit of flirting, inaccurate star wars info, male masturbation, Din Djarin is referred to as Din and i’m not sorry, reader is female, no mention of hair type/skin color/body type, NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: happy mando monday! we’ve got another series, babes! buckle up - we’ve got mega pining incoming. Din is a very special character that i hold close to my heart. 🩵 he is so complex, and i want to handle him with so much love and care. i hope y'all enjoy this introduction to the series! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments or in my asks/dms 🫶🏼

Divider by @saradika

Light blazes through the cracked window, his room rapidly warming up from the brutal Nevarro heat. Din stirs as he hears his son babbling from his room right next to his. Rising to his feet, he pads into the next room, greeted by an excited Grogu. Din scoops him up out of his bed, and carries him into the kitchen.

Grogu’s been babbling a lot more, Din is curious if he’ll say his first words soon. He fixes up Grogu’s breakfast and sets him in his chair at the table along with the food. Making sure his son doesn’t choke while eating, he makes a mental list of things they need to get today at the market.

Beams, wire, fence lining.

Grogu spills some of his breakfast on his tunic, eliciting a sigh from Din.

New clothes for Grogu are added to the list.

After breakfast, Din changes Grogu out of his messy tunic into a spare one he keeps in the drawer for laundry days. Settling Grogu back into his tiny bed, which Din so proudly made himself, he places his favorite ball and a stuffed frog Greef Karga had gifted to him inside to keep him occupied while he gets ready.

He trudges into the refresher, turns on the shower and strips down before stepping into the water. While scrubbing, Din makes another mental list of chores he needs to do around the farm.

Tend to the yard, give the starfighter a tune-up, begin building the fence around the pond.

He steps out of the shower and dries off. Dressing in the refresher, he slips back out into the hall and back into his room.

He’s still adjusting to this new life, never knowing such tranquility and domesticity before. They haven’t got much yet, but he’s trying his best. Wanting to give his son a new, calmer life after all they’ve been through.

Sliding on his helmet and tacking on his remaining equipment, he slings the sack Grogu likes to occasionally ride in over his shoulder. He pads back into Grogu’s room, scooping up his gurgling son as he’s entertained with his toys, and placing him into his pram. The clan of two sets off on a long day of gathering things for their new home.

Sauntering into the markets, the clan heads in the direction of the hardware stand. Buying a few beams, wire, and a few sheets of metal fencing to build a fence surrounding the pond in his front yard. Din efficiently packs the supplies together and slings them on his back.

The fabric stand catches his eye, noting that he and Grogu do need more clothes, and even some new bedding.

As Din peruses through the selection of handcrafted items, picking up a new set of sheets for himself and garments for him and his son, Grogu wanders off in his pram to the stuffed animals.

Din perks up at Grogu’s babbling, seeing that his son has picked up a stuffed bantha. “No, Grogu. Put that down, we’re only buying things we need right now.” Grogu’s ears droop as he whines. “We’ll come back in a few days. I promise, kid.”

“Do you need help with anything?” A sweet voice breaking through the bustling air.

You appear from behind one of the cloaks that are hung up on display, kindly smiling at him and Grogu. Din’s breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you. You look radiant, ethereal - your beauty rendering him speechless for a moment before clearing his throat.

“Uh, no, ma’am. Is this your stand?” He asks, feeling flustered.

“It is. Do you like that one, baby?” You ask, crouching a bit to get on Grogu’s level, who’s cooing at your words. “Take it, sweetheart. It’s okay,” you gently tell him.

“Oh no, I’m sorry. We’re only buying necessities today. Will you have any more next week?” You smile up at the mandalorian. “Nonsense, it’s on the house,” you tell him, giddy as a toothy grin plasters your face. “I’m afraid I can’t accept, ma’am. Thank you for your generosity, but-”

“You mandalorians are always so cordial. I insist it’s on the house. It’s alright, sweet boy. Go on, take it,” you say. Grogu squeals and squishes the stuffed bantha into a bone crushing embrace, your heart melting at the sight of the little green child.

“Thank you, ma’am. That’s very kind of you. Could you at least let me pay for it?” You playfully roll your eyes. “Is your helmet sound proof or something? It’s on the house,” you smile, winking at him.

Thank the stars Din wears this helmet, or else you’d be able to see how red he is underneath.

“I surrender. You drive a hard bargain. I’d at least like to pay for the clothes and these sheets. Are you the seamstress in charge, ma’am?”

You perk up at his question. “I’ll allow you to pay for the clothes, and that I am!”

You’ve got a bit of a spunky personality, from what Din can gather.

“Do you happen to take commissions? These shirts will fit him fine, but if it’s not too much trouble, could I possibly ask for some smaller ones that’ll fit him a little better? I’ll even pay double whatever you normally charge,” he rambles. A twinkle glints in your eyes, your face hurts as you can’t stop smiling at the flustered mandalorian.

“I do take commissions. And no need to pay me double, I’m more than happy to help at whatever price works for you,” you kindly respond. The mandalorian huffs out a modulated chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thank you very much, ma’am. Could I stop by tomorrow with him to get his measurements? We’ll be in town again gathering more supplies for our new cabin. We’re still settling in and I want him to have enough clothes,” he tells you.

“Sure! I’ll be here for the next week until dusk or whenever I sell out, whichever comes first. Are you liking Nevarro so far?” You curiously ask, wondering if he’s got a spouse at home.

“We are. It’s a much quieter life than our past one, but… it’s a nice change. Just want to make sure the kid has everything he needs.”

You nod at his answer, unable to stop the next words tumbling from your lips. “Does your spouse need any custom garments as well, or just your son?”

“No spouse. It’s just me and my son,” he quickly blurts. Your smile reappears at his answer, silence brewing amongst you two. Grogu’s gurgling cuts through the air, both of you turning to look at the excited child in his pram.

“You’re a good dad,” you softly tell him.

“Thank you. You’re a very kind woman. Thank you for being so kind to my son,” he quietly says, fondly staring at Grogu who is occupied with his new toy. “Of course. I can tell he’s a sweet kid. Also helps that he’s adorable. I can fold those by the way,” you say, hands out awaiting his items.

“Oh, thank you very much,” the mandalorian says gratefully, intently watching you fold his purchases as he searches for his next words. Not wanting your conversation to end just so he can hear your sweet voice.

“Do you make those stuffed animals as well?” The mandalorian asks you. “I do.”

“You’re very talented,” he compliments. Now it’s your turn to feel flustered, heat surging throughout your body - and it’s not from the blistering Nevarro heat.

“Thank you very much,” you gracefully tell him with a bashful smile, silently asking for the items in his hands

“I might just have to commission you for one of those as well,” the mandalorian says as he hands you the credits for the sheets and garments as you fold them.

“Apologies, as well, for not introducing myself earlier. I’m…Mando. It was nice meeting you,” Mando says, trailing off at the end while packing everything into his bag.

The market bustles now, making you shuffle a bit closer to him so he can hear you, as you timidly give him your name. He quickly repeats it, burning it into his memory. The gap between you both having grown smaller. Catching a whiff of your sweet perfume, Din’s knees nearly buckle.

Of course you’re the embodiment of sweetness - and he longs to have a taste.

Flashing him your dazzling smile, you stick your hand out, awaiting his grasp. His face grows hot as he shakes your hand, both of your touches lingering. You gaze deeply into the slit in his helmet, hoping he can sense a sliver of desire from you.

You shuffle even closer, nearly fully flushed against his beskar. “It was nice meeting you too, Mando. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” Your voice hushed, your words only meant for him to hear.

“Yes, we’ll be back in the morning,” Mando says just as quietly. Your smile softens as you glance down to your conjoined hands. You pull away, realizing your hold on his hand lingered for a tad too long.

He clears his throat before turning to his son. “Come on, Grogu. Let’s go,” he barks, causing Grogu to snap his head up and look at his father.

“Bye, baby! Oh, hold on a second!” You say, fishing in your pocket and pulling out a piece of candy. “Here you go!” You squeak as you hand him the sweet treat. His eyes light up and he gurgles in excitement. He hurriedly takes the candy from you, unwrapping it to shove it in his mouth.

“Grogu, what do you say?” His father sternly asks him. Grogu looks up at you and babbles what you think is his version of ‘thank you.’

“You’re welcome, Grogu. Bye bye!” You giggle as you wave off the clan.

Din makes one last stop, purchasing some things to make dinner. He carries his bag of garments and sheets in one hand and the bag of ingredients in another as his hardware rests on his back. He lugs everything back home as Grogu entertains himself with his new toy.

Opening the door, Grogu rushes in first in his pram as Din trails behind and shuts the door. He tosses the bags onto the couch and settles the hardware in a corner of the living room. Grogu babbles as he plays with the bantha you gave him, giving Din the perfect opportunity to quickly cook him some soup for dinner.

It’s different not living out of ration packs, and actually having time to cook a real, hot meal. Domesticity is so foreign to him. The thought of sharing this new life with someone - with you - quickly infiltrates his mind. His mind swirls as recalls his encounter with you today while making dinner.

How did you become a seamstress? What’s your story? Do you give away stuff for free to other customers? Or was it because you’re interested in him? Is that why you had asked if he had a spouse? Or were you just being polite? Why does he care so much? He hadn’t thought about the other merchants this way, but there is something about you that has pulled him into your orbit, making him unable to shake you from his mind.

Grogu’s cooing pulls him from his trance, the soup he’d prepared had boiled over while he reeled through his thoughts. Din exasperatedly cleans up the mess and serves Grogu dinner, who scarfs it down the second it’s placed in front of him. As his son eats, Din continues reeling.

He’d been fine with being alone all these years. Why is he starting to feel this way? He and Grogu have been living here for a few months now, so why is he suddenly feeling a sense of desire? Longing? Even loneliness? Could it be the paternal instinct to provide more for his son? Or could it simply be you?

A tiny burp drags him back into reality. Grogu tiredly yawns, his belly full after a long day at the market with Din. His eyes droop, along with his ears. Din scoops him up and heads to Grogu’s room. He places the green child in bed, placing the stuffed bantha you’d gifted him alongside him.

Din shuts the door and walks into his room next door. He continues to think of you while stripping his armor. He’d suppressed his feelings of loneliness for years now, but something about you had brought them to the surface.

Perhaps it was the way you treated Grogu with such sweetness, so maternally. Or perhaps it was your divine beauty which shines so brightly, penetrating from within your kind heart into the external realm. Whatever it may be, Din could not seem to shake the overwhelming feelings of yearning and loneliness - needs craving to be fulfilled by someone, by you.

Sighing as he removes his helmet, he changes into sweats and opts to sleep shirtless tonight. Padding into the kitchen, he puts the dishes from dinner into the sink, grabbing a glass in the midst of everything.

He knows his son is a Jedi and can overpower him at any moment, but Din still places his spotchka on the top shelf of a cabinet. He just hopes for the best and trusts Grogu won’t get into it.

Swiping the spotchka from the high point, he pours himself a hefty helping and chugs it. Helping himself to two more glasses, he begins to feel the effects, his eyes glazed over and heavy.

Placing the spotchka back on the top shelf and his empty glass in the sink, he walks back to his room and pulls his blanket back. Settling into bed, he still can’t get you out of his head.

His cock twitches at the thought of you, palming himself through his sweatpants. Images of you flash through his mind as he takes himself out of the confines of his sweatpants. His length springs out and bounces onto his stomach, thumping in the processing.

Din spits into his hand and winces as he strokes his cock. He’s so hard it hurts. Closing his eyes, he sighs as he strokes himself up and down, gathering the bead of precum that has dribbled from his tip and smearing it along his length.

The memory of you smiling as you appeared from thin air has him thumbing at his sensitive head. Your sweet scent lingers in his nose, smelling of florals, candy, and a hint of musk. He picks up the pace at the recollection. His breathing grows ragged as he remembers the glint in your shimmering, kind eyes. A fire burns in his veins, balls throbbing as he nears the edge.

He recalls how his skin felt electric beneath his glove as you shook his hand. The thought of your lingering touch sends a jolt of lightning through his veins as he replays the sweet sound of his name fluttering from your lips.

He wonders if his real name would sound just as sweet.

At that thought, he teeters off the cliff and plummets into his orgasm, painting his stomach with his spend while he groans your name. There’s so much cum, he’s definitely going to have to use his new bedding tonight.

He swims through the treacherous waves of his climax, sweat sheening his body. His hair sticks to his forehead and the back of his neck, a heady bliss crashes over him as he tries to catch his breath. He hasn’t cum that hard… ever.

He pants as he throws an arm over his face. Attempting to steady his breathing, he exhales a deep sigh. He’s never been so frustrated with himself. He’s always had more self-control, more discipline when it came to his desires. It’s unbelievable, and downright embarrassing, how quickly he caved at the thought of you. He doesn’t even know if you’re interested in him that way. It’s not like he could give you everything you deserve either, so long as he follows the Way.

Rising to his feet, he pads into the refresher to clean up the mess he made on his stomach. He heads into the living room, rummaging through the bags he carried in earlier. Slipping into the new pair of pants he purchased from you, along with grabbing the new sheets, he trudges back into his bedroom. He strips the bed and replaces the sheets with the ones you crafted and sold to him.

Groaning, he plops himself onto the mattress and stares at the concrete ceiling. Scintillating moonlight shines through the cracked window while the embarrassment and guilt sink in.

How is he supposed to face you at the market tomorrow?

An exhausted sigh rumbles from deep within his chest. He's never been more eager to wear his helmet ‘til now. He turns on his side before nodding off - hoping for a dreamless sleep, one free of you.

thank you for reading! may the yearning begin 🫡 i’m setting these two up for a slow burn hehehe

we will learn more about reader and her story in the next chapters!! i just wanted to introduce Din’s mindset after settling into a calmer life with Grogu

i want to delve some more into Din’s mind and examine his loneliness since we only catch very brief glimpses of it in the show. we know he gets lonely though, an example being apart from Grogu for 2 years. he’s a human after all underneath all that armor. a complex one at that with being an orphan and having to hide himself all the time.

anyway, i hope you enjoyed! let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters <333

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Dominate You (NSFW)

A/N: This fic is related to chapter 13 of Pushing Towards You Series.

Warnings: Dom!Larissa x Sub!Calista; Smut; Cufflinks; Blindfolds; Orgasm Denial; Anal Plug; Double Penetration; Shapeshifting; Dominance; Orgasm Denial; Cunnilingus; Fingerfucking; Aftercare.

Calista has never been to Larissa's private quarters at Nevermore. Usually, the two spent their nights at Calista's apartment since Calista avoided a meeting with Artemis and Gaia if she slept at school. The room was a tiny one-room apartment; the only thing missing was the kitchen, which Calista imagined Larissa used at school.

A large arched window lighted the room. Calista noticed that there was a window seat directly below. The sight brought a smile from Calista as she imagined Larissa sitting there, reading a book on calmer days. Next to the window, on one of the walls, there was a shelf with several books, and right in front, a small table with two chairs and a floor lamp. Calista imagined that there would be a mini library for Larissa where she would read, study, or even eat her meals.

Next to the bookcase, there was a fireplace with a television, two armchairs, a sofa, and a coffee table. Clearly, Larissa made this arrangement to indicate that this would be her living room. On the opposite wall, next to the window, was a door. Calista imagined it would be the bathroom but needed to check if her bet was correct. She would have time to verify it later. Next to that door was a dressing table, where Larissa spent the first few hours of the day putting on makeup and working on her hairstyle.

On the wall, opposite the window, and next to the bedroom's entrance door, there was a large double door where Larissa's closet would be. But Calista needed more curiosity to open it. Larissa's bed was in the middle of the room: a four-poster bed and a nightstand on each side. The bed was big enough to accommodate four Larissas lying down comfortably. The magnitude of the piece of furniture caught Calista’s attention.

There were two pieces of rope hanging over the bed. Initially, Calista thought they were to close the curtains. But, paying a little more attention to the scene, she noticed that the ropes hung on half of the bed and handcuffs at their ends. Calista felt heat rise to her face as she realized what Larissa had planned for their night.

When Larissa entered, Calista was in the center of the room, looking at the bed with the box in her hand. Bringing a bottle of her favorite wine and two glasses, Larissa lingered momentarily at the door to admire the scene. After so many years apart, she had given up sharing that room with Calista. Larissa closed the door with a soft thud, not to startle Calista and still bring her back from her thoughts. Calista moved slightly as if telling Larissa that she knew of her presence, giving Larissa a chance to approach and place a kiss on her neck gently.

"Everything okay? I hope I didn't scare you." Larissa moved her gaze from Calista to the ropes in the middle of the bed. Larissa could feel the stiffness in Calista's body. "Come sit with me, my darling." Gently, she intertwined her fingers with Calista's and pulled her toward the couch.

The two sat on the sofa, facing each other, and Larissa served the wines, passing one of the glasses to an anxious Calista. For a moment, the two were silent.

"Tell me, what's going on in your mind, my love?" Larissa took Calista's fingers to her mouth and kissed them.

"I've never done this before," Calista confessed, looking away from Larissa. Despite accepting, Calista didn't know if he could meet Larissa's expectations, which made her uneasy.

"Don't worry about it, my love. We'll start slowly, and whenever you want, we'll stop." Larissa placed her index finger under Calista's chin and lightly pulled her head until her eyes met. "You will let me dominate you, but ultimately, the control will be all yours." With that, a smile slowly formed on Calista's face, and Larissa came forward to kiss and reassure her.

"I just want to meet your expectations and make you feel good. I love you, Riss." Calista said, opening her heart to Larissa and exposing her insecurities.

"I love you so much, Lis. Being here with me already exceeds my expectation of having you back." Larissa spoke with her eyes fixed on Calista, cupping her face with both hands. "If you're not ready, we can just lay down and cuddle."

It was clear to Calista that Larissa wanted this. But she knew she wouldn't be forced to do anything, ever. And the ease with which Larissa gave up this moment of pleasure, to the detriment of Calista's well-being, lit a fire inside her chest. In one quick movement, Calista climbed onto Larissa's lap, positioned the legs on either side of her thighs, and kissed her deeply. Larissa was taken aback, but she returned the kiss willingly, and with her hands on Calista's back, she brought their bodies closer.

"Take me to bed, Riss." Calista moaned between Larissa's lips.

"In a few moments, my love. First, we need to adjust some things." Reluctantly, Larissa pulled Calista away a little to look her in the eyes. Calista pouted, and Larissa laughed. "We need to talk about safe words." At that, Calista straightened up and paid attention to Larissa. "Everything I intend to do, I will tell you. I will always ask how you are feeling. You will say green if you feel good, and I can continue. Yellow, if you want me to slow down. Red, if you want me to stop. I don't need any justification; if you say red, I'll stop immediately. Did you understand?" Calista nodded in understanding. "And I'm going to need you to express yourself verbally, always." Larissa looked at her expectantly.

Calista wrapped her arms around Larissa's neck and placed her mouth close to her ear. She said in a low, sighing voice, "I understood, mistress." Larissa gasped, grabbed Calista by her ass, and lifted her onto her lap, taking her to the bed. In front of the bed, Larissa placed Calista on the floor and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"Take off your clothes for your mistress, like the good girl you are." Larissa propped herself up on her elbows as she watched Calista in front of her.

Calista began unbuttoning her shirt, keeping her gaze fixed on Larissa. As the shirt opened, Calista's bra and torso became exposed; Larissa tilted her head and let her jaw drop, mesmerized. Calista dropped her shirt on the floor before she could undo the button on her pants. At that moment, Larissa raised her index finger and spun around, asking Calista to turn her back to take off her pants, as happened in the hotel room in Burlington. Calista hummed with a smile on the corner of her mouth and complied.

Repeating what she did previously, Calista lowered her pants, sticking her butt towards Larissa. This time, she didn't take off her panties. Larissa looked at Calista as she leaned over. Calista's panties didn't cover her entire cheeks, leaving much of it exposed and going through the slit.

"Come here, let me take off your underwear." Calista heard Larissa say in a firm but soft voice. Larissa's blue eyes darkened at Calista's image. Desire was written all over her face as she reached out to Calista, guiding her between her legs. Larissa pecked Calista's breasts that protruded from her bra with her moistened lips and smoothed her back, slowly moving her hand up until she found the clasp.

When the bra fell to the floor, Calista's breasts were so close to Larissa's mouth that she shivered when feeling the hot breath. Larissa placed her palms on either side of Calista's breasts and brought them together in the center of her chest, running her tongue over both nipples at the same time. Calista's moans and sighs were low while Larissa bit and sucked her bosoms. Calista made Larissa groan softly, placing her hands on the back of Larissa's head and intertwining the fingers through her hair. Larissa turned their bodies, and Calista now found herself lying on the mattress, with her legs off the bed and Larissa in the middle of them.

There was no teasing this time. Larissa knelt in front of Calista, removing her panties as she bent down and placed her legs on each shoulder. Larissa took the mouth straight to Calista's clit, sucking lightly and making her moan loudly and squirm. Larissa's tongue ran all over Calista's pussy, lingering a little longer in her little hole. "Delicious!" Larissa praised softly, making Calista's bud flutter.

Calista began to feel a hot sensation in her lower abdomen, and her muscles began to tense. “Oh, Mistress, this is so good. I wanna cum. May I?” Calista didn't know if she could handle it if Larissa denied her request. But confirmation soon came. "Cum for me, my beautiful girl." Calista listened before feeling another suck on her clit. Arching her body, Calista came, moaning loudly and grabbing the bed sheet.

Larissa climbed the bed towards Calista and kissed her softly, waiting for her to return from her peak. "How are you feeling, my darling?" Larissa whispered in Calista's ear while stroking her hair.

"Light. Like I could levitate." Calista said with a smile on her face and eyes closed.

"Good. Let's move on." Larissa knelt on the bed in front of the ropes and offered Calista her hand so she could do the same. "I want you to get on your knees while I handcuff you with your arms up. Color?" Larissa kept her gaze fixed on Calista to catch any sign of discomfort.

Calista's eyes went from Larissa to the handcuffs. Calista felt a light tickle at her core. With her eyes back on Larissa, Calista smiled. "Green, Mistress."

Larissa smirked and placed a light kiss on Calista's lips. "Sit on the bed, under the handcuffs, and raise your arms for me, my dear."

Calista obeyed promptly. The handcuffs were padded. Larissa chose not to leave marks on Calista's wrist the next day. Sitting on the bed, Calista's arms were almost entirely stretched out, but it wasn't uncomfortable. After handcuffing Calista, Larissa positioned herself on her back and wrapped one of the arms around her torso, pulling her up and making her land on her knees.

The new position allowed Calista to lower her shoulders more comfortably. Larissa got out of bed and undressed, looking Calista in the eyes. Calista lightly bit her lips, smiling. There, naked, on her knees, and handcuffed to the bed, Calista felt exposed and desired at the same time. The tickling sensation once again appeared in her slit, and she made to close her legs, seeking some relief. Larissa noticed the movement. "My girl is squirming. Are you feeling any pain?" A mischievous smile crossed Larissa's smile. Calista groaned and shook her head. "Words, my love. Use your words." Larissa commanded, pursing her lips.

"I'm feeling fine, Mistress, thank you." Calista whimpered.

Leaving Calista's sight, Larissa went to the sofa and returned with the toy box in her hands. Calista felt a slight tug of anticipation in her center as she saw the package being uncapped. From inside, Larissa removed a blindfold and showed it to Calista.

"I want to blindfold you. But if I do, you can no longer anticipate my movements. My voice and my touch will guide you. Color?" Larissa waited anxiously. She also felt ticklish between her legs.

"Green, mistress, please." Calista blushed, and the tickles turned into small shocks running through her clit.

"Good," Larissa said, smiling and climbing onto the bed towards Calista.

Kneeling behind Calista, Larissa smoothed her back and thighs, grabbing her cheeks and separating them slightly. Calista moaned, throwing her head back and finding Larissa's chest for support. Larissa kissed and nibbled Calista's shoulders while the hands ran down her stomach and up towards her breasts. The chains that held her were the last things Calista saw before Larissa blindfolded her. In the darkness, Calista's other senses heightened, and now she heard Larissa moaning softly and felt Larissa's breasts press against her back.

Calista leaned against Larissa's and felt her hands running over her body. Larissa lowered one of her hands and lightly caressed Calista's swollen clit. With circular movements, Larissa gently pressed Calista's bean while the other hand closed lightly around Calista's neck, giving it a light squeeze. "Color?" Larissa asked in a hoarse voice.

Calista felt the pressure on her neck and the shock on her button. The feeling was ecstatic, and she almost missed Larissa's question. "Green, Mistress." She managed to say, hearing Larissa moan in her ear and feeling wet kisses on her neck.

Larissa placed kisses and bites on Calista's neck, being careful not to leave any marks on her. Her hand continued to apply light pressure to Calista's throat, nothing more than what was allowed. In Calista's pussy, Larissa's hand was now stroking her entrance, lightly inserting and removing the tip of her finger, teasing. Calista felt her second orgasm building and wondered if she would have to beg again.

"Cum again for me, babe." The answer came from Larissa herself as if she had read Calista's thoughts.

Larissa felt her cum approaching, but it wasn't time to release her yet. When Calista returned from ecstasy, Larissa gently got out of bed towards the box and took a deep breath. Larissa felt a slight pain in her clit as she denied her orgasm.

Calista felt the mattress move in the dark as Larissa left the bed. Calista's body was even more relaxed, and, sitting on her knees, Calista felt her legs shaking after the second orgasm. The mattress moved again, and Calista felt Larissa's body approach behind her.

"That's a butt plug," Larissa said in Calista's ear as she spread her cheeks and rubbed her arse with the toy. "I want to insert it into you and leave it there while I eat your pussy. Give me a color, pretty girl."

Calista remembered the last time they played with her butt. Calista enjoyed it, but it was Larissa's finger, not a plug. She tried to remember the size and shape of the plug when she rummaged through the box, but her mind was already too clouded to remember. Her mind was restless, but her body was asking for the experience. She remembered the safe words and knew she could ask to stop at any time.

"Green, Mistress." She replied after pondering.

Larissa noticed the moment of hesitation. "Let's go slowly; you'll give me the color."

Larissa lubricated the plug and positioned it at the entrance to Calista's hole. The cold sensation of the lubricant made Calista startle and let out a low moan. Slowly, Larissa inserted the plug. Calista felt a slight burning sensation and a stretch, hissing; she thrust her body forward and said, "Yellow."

Larissa stopped immediately. With the plug half inserted, she held it still firmly in place with one hand while the other hand slid down the front of Calista's body, stopping right at her clit. Larissa knew the feeling. Slowly, she rubbed and massaged Calista's bud, relaxing her body.

"That's it, my beauty. Just relax." Larissa whispered in Calista's ear while she massaged her clitoris. "Give me the next color when you feel ready."

Little by little, Calista adjusted to the plug, and Larissa's caresses helped her. She already felt that pressure and throbbing again. "Green, mistress," Calista said after a while.

This time, Larissa made light, circular movements, applying pressure to the plug as if screwing it. The other hand continued massaging Calista's pussy. Sometime later, the plug was fully inserted into Calista.

“Good girl. You’re taking it so good.” Larissa purred in Calista’s ear, leaving pecks on her neck.

Larissa effortlessly lifted Calista by the waist, placing herself beneath her between her legs. The plug moved inside Calista, making her moan and squirm, and she already felt her walls clenching around the void. Straddling Larissa's lap, Calista now felt a bulging press against her pussy and realized that Larissa had shifted.

"Do I need to ask for a color, my pretty girl?" Larissa whispered with her mouth on one of Calista's nipples and rubbed the tip of her dick at her entrance.

"Ohh...no, Mistress. But...Ohhh...It's green." Calista moved her hips towards Larissa's cock, feeling it slowly slide inside her. Larissa laughed softly and then gasped when she felt herself inside Calista.

Calista felt fulfilled entirely now. Larissa's dick pressed against the plug and increased Calista's arousal. Calista's next orgasm was approaching before she even started grinding; she already felt the twisting in her lower abdomen when Larissa's voice brought her back.

"You're only allowed to cum after me," Larissa whispered. "Now, be a good girl and start twerking." With her hands on Calista's waist, Larissa began the movement, dictating the rhythm.

Larissa felt the plug move inside Calista as she pounded her, massaging her cock. Having held back the first orgasm, Larissa felt the second being quickly built. Calista kept Larissa's words in her mind and held back the next approaching climax. She wanted to be a good girl, but her body was already showing signs that that wouldn't be possible. A flood of sensations washed over her body, with both holes filled, Calista writhed, and her walls clenched tightly around Larissa and the plug at the same time. She came screaming loudly, her head feeling cloudy and her ears muffled.

As the euphoria of cumming wore off, Calista remembered that Larissa hadn't cum yet and felt the rigidity of her Mistress's body beneath her. Without warning, Calista's body was lifted into the air, and Larissa came out from under her. Once again on her knees, Calista heard the sound of chains being released, allowing her to lower her arms completely despite still having her hands cuffed.

Larissa was silent as she moved around the room. Calista was still blindfolded and didn't know what was happening around her. Suddenly, she felt Larissa's hand on her back and another on her hip, applying pressure and bending her body forward. Calista now had her head resting on a pillow, and her ass was open and perky. She already anticipated what was coming and felt her inner walls tighten again.

"I thought you were my good girl. But you couldn't follow my orders." Larissa was now behind Calista, caressing her back and rubbing her crotch against her. Again, she had to hold back her orgasm, and the sensation of pain increased; she needed relief.

"Oh...sorry, Mistress. It was so delicious, I couldn't help myself. But I can be your good girl again." Calista moaned and slowly rocked her hips, looking for more of Larissa's touch on her already very sensitive sex.

"No apologies now, my baby girl." Larissa had a mischievous tone in her voice. Positioning the tip of her dick at Calista's free entrance, Larissa pushed inside. "Now, I will need to punish you for disobedience." She pounded Calista firmly. "But first, you'll make your mistress feel good."

Larissa moved her hips back and forth, watching her cock move in and out of Calista's pussy hole. Her hands gripped Calista's hips to hold it in place as she pushed her body against it with hard, fast thrusts. Larissa felt the pressure in her lower abdomen increase. Having been denied her orgasm twice, Larissa was desperate to unload herself inside Calista. A warm sensation began to rise in Larissa's chest, and she felt as if her insides were twisting.

"Give me a color." She commanded, almost shouting. Upon hearing "green" coming from a panting and overstimulated Calista, Larissa increased the speed of her hips, punching Calista's cervix hard. She didn't stop until she came, feeling the hot liquid coat the entire inner wall of Calista's pussy.

"Oh...mistress, may I cum?" Calista asked for permission this time, but she doubted she could hold back if Larissa refused.

“Cum for me, beautiful,” Larissa responded with a muffled voice returning from the sensation of post-cum stupor.

Calista peaked for the fourth time on the same night and in a short time. It was pleasurable, but her clit was so sensitive that it felt like it was being pinched. Larissa removed her cock from inside Calista and gently pulled her legs, making her lie on her stomach. Calista felt her hands being freed and the knot of the blindfold being undone.

She blinked a few times to get used to the light returning to her eyes. Still lying on her stomach with her arms above her head, Calista rolled onto her side until she was lying on her back and lowered her arms, relaxing her body and catching her breath. She still felt the plug inside her arse and wondered when Larissa would remove it. Larissa had gotten out of bed shortly after releasing Calista. She returned from the box with a new toy in her hands.

"Time for your punishment, my beautiful girl." She responded as she received a curious look from Calista.

"I thought that rough fucking was my punishment," Calista responded, feeling as if small electrical waves passed through her swollen clit.

"Oh...No. That was just me, needing a blast." Calista smiled mischievously. "This right here is your punishment." She raised a double-ended strap onto Calista's eye level. "Remember I said I wanted to feel you inside me? So now is the time. I believe you still have the plug in." Larissa knew so. But she wanted confirmation. Calista nodded. "Words. I need to hear you."

"Yes, Mistress. I still have the plug." Calista cooed as she watched Larissa put the strap-on on her and adjust it on her pubic bone. Calista felt filled again as the dildo on her end was inserted inside her.

Larissa climbed on top of Calista, opening her arms at shoulder height. Leaning forward, Larissa kissed Calista intensely, running her tongue all over her mouth. Breaking the kiss, Larissa bit Calista's earlobe and whispered, "You're just going to watch while I ride you and touch myself. It's forbidden to cum and touch me until I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. I understand." Calista moaned softly, squirming beneath Larissa.

"Then repeat my orders so I can hear you," Larissa commanded with a strict voice.

"No cumming, no touching, until you, Mistress, say so," Calista repeated the orders, which she found difficult to follow.

"Good girl," Larissa said, kissing Calista again before positioning herself.

Larissa positioned the entrance to her pussy at the tip of the silicone dick and slowly sat down. She was wet enough not to need lube, and it wasn't her first experience, but the slow movement allowed Larissa to feel the entire length of the fake cock penetrating her. She straightened her body and looked at Calista.

"Eyes on me all the time," Larissa said as she began to move her hips back and forth slowly.

As Larissa rode, Calista felt the dick move inside her, pushing against the plug. She kept her eyes fixed on Larissa, watching how her body slowly responded to the thrusts. Larissa panted and moaned, never taking her eyes off Calista's. Those blue eyes looking directly at her turned Calista on; she had to grab the sheets not to hold Larissa and force her to move faster.

Larissa leaned forward and supported herself on Calista's hips. Gradually, Larissa increased the speed of her thrusts until, once again, her body was washed by the sensation of pleasure. Even though she was cumming, Larissa kept her gaze on Calista, even though her eyes were half-closed. Calista watched Larissa's body contract and her mouth fall open. It was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. Larissa cumming all over her.

Larissa continued to move slowly, returning from ecstasy and catching her breath. She looked at Calista, smiling. "I'm going to need help with the next one," Larissa said. Calista reached out to touch her, but Larissa raised her hand, stopping the gesture. "No touching. I'm going to pleasure myself. You're going to keep watching, but this time, we're going to cum together. If you touch me, I'm going to add a few spanks to your ass with the plug still on."

Calista's eyes widened when she heard about the spankings. If she could imagine bending over Larissa's lap with her bare bottom being spanked, it would make Calista feel those tickles between her legs. "Maybe another time", she thought.

Larissa started giving strong thrusts again, and now her hand touched his clit with smooth, circular movements. The other hand touched her breasts and pinched her nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through her body. Calista watched the whole scene, amazed. She knew she could cum, but she held on to wait for Larissa. The fake dick and the plug poked her walls harder as Larissa rode and rolled on top of her. Larissa, in turn, felt the heat rising through her body again. The sight of Calista about to cum increased her arousal.

"Mistress...I'm about to cum." Calista said, feeling the tension in her muscles and the spasms in her walls.

"Cum for your Mistress, my beautiful girl. I'm almost there." Larissa responded, panting, increasing the speed of her pounding.

Calista came once again. She felt her lower region contract so hard that she thought she was going to expel the plug from inside her. She arched her body and raised her hips, thrusting into Larissa harder and deeper. The tip of the dildo poking her cervix was the trigger Larissa needed to cum. Moaning loudly, Larissa's body fell forward, leaning on Calista.

Calista and Larissa were exhausted and panting. Slowly, Larissa got off Calista, panting softly. As always happened, Larissa took the lead in the aftercare. Gently, she removed Calista's strap-on and asked her to turn on her back to pull the plug. Larissa knew that removing the plug could be as painful as inserting it. She lay down behind Calista, leaning their bodies against each other, gently kissing her neck. Her hand smoothed Calista's cheeks for a moment, and then, holding the base of the plug, Larissa slowly removed it. Calista started and hissed softly. She felt slight pain and a feeling of emptiness in the area.

"How are you feeling, my love?" Larissa asked softly, wrapping Calista around her body. "Did I hurt you?"

"Exhausted. But incredibly relaxed and happy." Calista smiled and settled into Larissa's arms.

"I think we need a shower before bed." Larissa laughed. She gently pulled Calista out of bed and lifted her bridal style.

Calista laughed as she was lifted and rested her head on Larissa's chest, enjoying the tender moment.

The door next to the window did, in fact, give access to Larissa's bathroom, as Calista suspected. Larissa placed Calista on the floor and turned on the shower, letting the water run for a few seconds until it reached the appropriate temperature.

Larissa helped Calista get into the shower and slowly washed her body, massaging her back and shoulders. Upon regaining her strength, Calista flushed Larissa's body, returning the same kindness.

Calista hadn't brought pajamas, so she picked out some of Larissa's comfortable clothes to sleep in. Calista chose a Nevermore Class of 1991 shirt. She had one like it at home and thought this was the appropriate time to use it. Larissa smiled when she saw Calista wearing that blouse and pulled her in for a kiss.

Larissa picked up Calista, wrapped her arms around her, and pressed her against her body. Calista snuggled up to Larissa, and before falling asleep, she said, "I love you, Riss. Thank you for today."

In response, Larissa squeezed Calista softly, kissed her head, and said, "I love you so much, Lis. Thank you for being here with me."

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