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5.7k | din djarin x f!reader

summary: after convincing him to help you hide from the guild, you teach mando how to enjoy himself. this is the way. warnings: smut (duh), 18+, mdni. canon-typical violence, but otherwise it's super canon divergent. din is a touch-starved virgin, soft touches, lap-sitting, the helmet stays on, mask kink, din does lots of whimpering, experienced!reader, mutual masturbation, virginity loss (m), praise kink, creampie, brief aftercare at the end. note: look me in the eye and tell me he wouldn't crumble at the thought of skin-to-skin contact. yeah. you can't. anyways this is so long and so self-indulgent. pls forgive me. if mando takes his helmet off by the end of this, mind ur business this is sooooo not canon. note p.2: i'm so sorry this took so long but i was hungover. also this was not meant to be this long. so count this as a big fat thank you for 1.4k as well as my bday present to you guys (for my bday.) impaired editing i apologize.

With the light of both suns in your eyes, forcing you to blink the spots from your vision, you brushed a hand across your forehead. The dry, dusty atmosphere of Tatooine was no joke, and you scowled under the cloth you'd brought with you to cover your mouth and nose.

"Figures," you mumbled to yourself, looking down to see a small pile of sand building on the tops of your boots, the wind blowing it into place. "Why would anyone choose to live here?"

Of course, you weren't looking for a resident; you were looking for a fugitive. The infamous Mandalorion, no less. You'd been given less-than-satisfactory information on the bounty hunter and the reasons for such a high reward for his capture, but it wasn't like you had much choice than to accept the job. Despite what you told yourself, you did actually need the money.

That was before you'd figured out that everyone else in the Guild had been tasked with the same job, turning a high stakes bounty hunting gig into a near-definite suicide mission. Something you didn't want anything to do with.

But alas, here you stood, practically sinking into the hot Tatooine desert. You had to keep shifting your weight to keep at least one foot above the surface. You never knew when you'd have to make a quick getaway. There were still a handful of Guild members left that presented a challenge to collecting your bounty, and of course they were the most dangerous ones.

You kicked a foot forward and watched the sand shift, cursing the trouble that was inevitably on its way. You'd managed to bribe your way to Tatooine, where the Mandalorian was apparently hiding from the Guild. And if you had found the Mandalorian, there was almost no possibility that the others hadn't found him.

Because, if you were being honest with yourself—the one task you excelled in—being a bounty hunter wasn't exactly something you were good at. In fact, you were far from it. With luck and just enough anxiety to keep your feet moving, you'd floundered your way through three years in the Guild, searching for a way out just as quickly as you'd begged for a way in.

So you'd gotten yourself into this mess. Wasn't that how it normally went, though? Quick decision-making skills weren't necessarily a blessing if the decisions you made would determine your chances of living past thirty (spoiler: the chances were significantly slimmer).

You rubbed the dust out of your eyes once more and saw some movement in the distance, the subtle glint of beskar blinking toward you as it reflected the sunlight. Gotcha, you murmured inwardly. The Mandalorian was here, and you were going to get him. Not to turn him in, no; you held no loyalty to the Guild and its cult-like policies.

This job was an escape mission. If he could stay hidden, maybe he had room for one more. You'd cut a deal.

There had to be something you could offer him, if not your skills in combat, or stealth, or—

Or simply human mobility, you groaned inwardly as you felt your ankle roll underneath you, the sand softer than you'd anticipated. It'll be a good day when I leave this damn place.

—

It was a wonder that the two of you had survived. You'd hardly gotten the chance to give your proposal before he was aiming his blaster at you, and then at the Guild members that showed up in droves behind you. It was all you could do to get out of the way, knowing you'd be hopeless in the fight.

Now, with their bodies scattered around your feet, the Mandalorian standing a few feet from you with his chest heaving, and his beloved ship somehow still functional, you had your chance.

"You're not...very good at this," he said, the helmet masking his voice in a way that made it scratch along the insides of your ears as it traveled to your brain. "You do know that?" he asked, but it sounded more like an accidental insult than a real question.

You threw your hands up, letting them fall heavily to your sides. "Yeah, I told you that," you scoffed. "That's why I'm asking to go with you. Wherever you're headed."

His head tilted, the beskar shining in the setting suns, and you wondered what his eyes looked like under that helmet. Would they be sparkling with mirth or lined with mockery?

"I thought you were kidding," he said sheepishly, shifting his weight. "To get me to underestimate you." He looked like the picture of careful relaxation, although his blaster was still held tightly in both hands, poised in case he needed to aim and fire.

You couldn't help the exasperation in your tone as you lifted your head to the sky, squeezing your eyes shut and placing a curled fist over your eyes. "Why would I do that when I don't want to turn you in?"

He didn't answer.

"You know that there's only two ways out of this, right?" He still didn't answer you, just held his blaster taut and his head tilted to the side, so you continued. "You killed every Guild member that's left. Now it's just you and I. If I don't bring you in—which I'm not exactly dying to do—those rich fucks that are more powerful than us are gonna come find us."

"Find you," he corrected. "Why would I want to add another target to my ship?"

You shrugged. "Yeah, they probably will. But that's only part of the first option. Either they come for me, and you leave me here, and I die—also something I'm not particularly thrilled to think about—or the two of us..." you gestured with your hands to imitate the pair of you getting on the Razor Crest and flying away from Tatooine and its dusty expanse of a landscape.

"Could be a third option," he said quietly, "if you think about it." He lifted his blaster until it was lined up with your chest. "I might just kill you and cut my losses."

Fear might have struck you, but you didn't have the energy to entertain the panic unspooling in your chest. "That wouldn't be very humanitarian of you. Besides," you insisted, hands lifting to portray the image of surrender, "I'm light. I'm quiet. I won't stay with you longer than I need to. Once you get me off this planet, I'll find a place for you to drop me off."

He didn't answer for a moment.

"Literally," you pushed once more, "you can open the back door and push me out for all I care. I just want out of the Guild and all their dumb shit."

You'd known Mandalorians to be quiet, pious, and ruthless, but something about the way his helmet betrayed no hint to what he was thinking or how he might respond...it made you more anxious than you'd ever been in your life. Finally, he spoke, his voice calm. "Well...you're not coming with me. Ship's full."

"Your ship?" you said, incredulous. "That thing would be gone without me."

"Damn luck, that was." His voice had gone hard, but his body was still.

This was...partially true. Your mind flashed with a memory of the way you'd accidentally pulled the trigger on one of your blasters, effectively stunning the last Guild member who'd been attempting to strap explosives to the hull of the Crest. It was the only good thing that you'd done all day.

You curled your lip, annoyance rippling off you in waves. Lifting a middle finger in front of the helmet, you scowled. Hope he can see this under all that beskar, you snarled inwardly. "Still counts."

With a soft huff that you could hear come from under his helmet, the Mandalorian lowered his blaster. "One jump into hyperspace. The first little space rock that's big enough to stand on—"

"Perfect," you interrupted firmly. "I'll be out of you...armor...soon enough."

—

You'd missed your stop about three years ago. One jump into hyperspace had turned into four, and then ten, and...now you had your own spot to rest your head at night on the Razor Crest.

On that first day, you hadn't known the Mandalorian—"Din Djarin," he'd introduced himself reluctantly one day—was still traveling with Grogu, the sweet child that had begun his journey across the galaxy, hiding from the Guild. But you'd quickly decided it was nice to have another partner in crime, to interact with whenever Din was in the middle of one of his quiet days.

As the days had turned into months, and subsequently into years, the inability to meet Din face-to-face had become less frustrating, although sometimes you wished you could sneak a glance at his hands, or his wrists, or something that might resemble the human underneath the armor.

Once in awhile, deliciously, you could tilt your head just the right way and look forward at him when he was in the cockpit, his helmet pulling away from the cloth under his armor. Between helmet and armor, a sliver of golden skin would glimmer back at you, just begging to be touched. Of course, you never gave in to your silent desires.

This was not the Mandalorian way; you knew this well. Even when you felt his head turned toward you, even when you were sure his hands were reaching for you when you needed his help climbing somewhere, you kept your distance.

Well, for as long as you could. Until he forced your hand.

It wasn't long before you were unable to keep your hands away from him; going up and down the ladder on the Crest, or climbing over the occasional boulder on the routes you walked along when forced to take a respite on an unknown planet. His gloves were always rough in your grip, but you couldn't ignore the way his hands seemed to squeeze yours, tighter than might have been necessary.

And you'd begun letting your hands linger on the beskar of his armor for moments longer than you should—his helmet, tracing the indented curves of the spot where his cheekbones rested underneath, or on his chestplate, where you swore you could feel him lean into you, as if pressing your hands closer and closer to his skin beneath the armor.

You stood beside him as he sat in the chair in the cockpit, guiding the Razor Crest through the galaxy once more, aiming for some undisclosed location he'd neglected to tell you. He usually did things like that; you'd learned not to be offended by his unbreakable instinct to keep things to himself.

It hadn't occurred to you just how long he'd been wearing that helmet until you looked toward him again and noticed the soft curl of a few brown strands of hair that crept from the edges, kissing the back of his neck. They were short strands, but they were long enough to wink up at you as they curled around each other, begging to be touched.

"Din?" you asked, hoping to distract yourself from the thought.

He didn't look at you, but he tilted his head in your direction, just a centimeter. It was enough.

"Why'd you let me stay with you?" you gripped your hands together, as if they had a mind of their own and couldn't be trusted to remain at your sides. "I was horrible at any aspect of being a bounty hunter."

You were used to the way that it always took him a few seconds to answer, coming up with an evenly-expressed response. This, of course, gave you more time to stare at the tendrils spilling from the edges of his helmet.

"You were a risk," he admitted with a shrug, the helmet (of course) not betrayed anything. His voice was calm, even as he continued softly. "I have a particular...proclivity for picking up foundlings," he said with a tilt of his head toward Grogu, who cooed at the mention of him.

You lifted an eyebrow. "I'm not a foundling, though."

If you could have seen his eyes, you were almost positive that they'd be giving you a look that said, are you sure? Instead, he only spoke in his perpetually smooth voice. "You were lost, though, mesh'la."

You still weren't sure what each word in Mando'a meant—he'd been dropping a few words here and there, as if he knew you couldn't interpret them—but you blushed all the same. Before you knew it, your hands were releasing their grip on one another and reaching up to comb through the curls at the base of his neck.

They were softer than you'd imagined; smooth and thick in your grip. "Alright," you said gently, "maybe I was. I never got to thank you, you know."

Your hands were moving on their accord now, silently twirling the curls around the tips of your fingers. You were used to his silent, immobile exterior, so you didn't think he'd be able to feel the way you pressed your hand to the back of his neck. He'd never said anything before that gave the impression that he was aware of your ministrations, so when he leaned back into your touch then, something strong and addiction bloomed in your gut.

When he spoke, you were surprised to hear how shaky his voice was. After three years of hearing nothing but steady syllables fall from his masked lips, you nearly flinched at the stutter in his voice.

"Thank me?" he said quietly. "For..." you could have sworn you felt his heartbeat flutter rapidly in his neck when he trailed off. "For what?"

You pulled your hand away, pretending not to notice the way he shuddered at the loss of touch, his shoulders slumping as if in a pained relaxation. You hid your smirk. "You're not seriously asking that, right? Without you, I'd probably be dead by now." Or worse, you reflected with a quiet pang in your chest.

Din's response was quick this time, an unusual—but not unwelcome—surprise. "And without your perfectly timed luck, I might be without a ship." His voice was thick, trembling with something that might have sounded like desire had it been someone else speaking.

You didn't even think Din had the capacity to know something as heavy as desire. Well, not that he was incapable of feeling desire, just...you'd never thought about what he might do if he did feel it. Would he shove the temptations down, destined to die in the corners of his mind and body?

Your cheeks warmed at your next thought. Perhaps he took care of it himself in the dead of night on the Razor Crest, or on those mysteriously long patrol walks that he insisted on doing alone.

"Yeah, well..." your answer was pitiful and you knew it. But you were too busy looking at the way his body was slumped in his seat, facing forward despite every limb beginning to turn toward you, as if you were a magnetic beacon.

His fingers twitched in his gloves, angling toward you just as his knees began to do the same thing. "Will you..." he trailed off, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Mesh'la," he breathed, and he leaned to the side, as if his shoulder was chasing your touch. "Put it back."

You were going to ask what he meant, but you didn't have to. Even with his helmet on, you could practically see the pleading in his body language. Here he was, a devout Mandalorian, begging you to put your hands back on him.

"Please," he said quietly, almost a question. It sounded so unlike him that you wondered briefly if he'd been killed and replaced with an imposter. But by the way that his hand trembled as he took his focus away from flying the Crest and moved it toward you...this was Din.

"You...okay?" you asked, but you obliged his request in return, replacing your hand at the base of his neck. You watched in an unfurling dizzying sense of satisfaction as he reached up his own gloved hand to cover yours, squeezing it gently. "Din," you started, but he shook his head.

"I've never disobeyed the Way of the Mandalore," he said, his voice muffled under the mask. You strained your eyes, wishing you could see beneath the beskar. "I've never wanted to. Not before..." he brought your hand around to rest on his chestplate, and you could feel the pressure of his chest leaning into your touch. "Not before I knew what it might feel like to want someone like this."

Your eyes widened, but you didn't pull your hand away. "You...what?"

His head tilted down. "For once, I don't know how to manage this." He stood up, and suddenly he was towering over you, the cloth under his armor making your fingers itch to tear it off. "How do I manage this?"

"I..." you couldn't hide your shock. "I don't know. It's...isn't it against your religion? It's not the Way."

Din shook his head. "No, it's not." He spread his hand down your wrist and extended it toward your own chest, the leather of his glove seeping into your skin. "But I've also never told anyone my name. Never heard it spoken since I was a child."

You swallowed roughly. "So?"

He huffed a chuckle. Lifting your hands to his helmet, he let your fingers find the divots of the beskar. You didn't miss the way his chest shuddered with a stuttering breath at your touch. "So," he said, "to hell with the Way. For tonight, at least. I need to know you in every way I wish I could."

Such a harrowing request, given the circumstances. But you couldn't stop your hands from tracing the lines of his masked face. "Din..."

"Please." His voice cracked over the single syllable, and it was all you needed.

To hell with the Way, your thoughts echoed his words, and you nodded softly. "Alright," you acquiesced. With one look down, you saw the tent growing in his pants, sending a spike of desire down your spine, settling in your core. "How'll you have me?" you asked.

He let out a soft noise that sounded like a whimper. "Any way that I can," he choked out, his hand returning to your wrist and enclosing it in his grip. "I'll have you any way you'll have me."

You could hardly speak, so you didn't. With a gentle nudge, you pushed him back into his seat. When he sat back, his legs fell open; there was an inviting space between them.

Standing in the spot, just inches from his face, you stared into the black mass of his helmet, hoping you'd get a glimpse of his face. Of course, you knew he would only go as far as he wanted to. If the mask was destined to remain, then...so be it.

With your eyes on his, you moved his hands to your waist, pressing them to your skin and enjoying the feeling of his leather against your body.

He shook his head. "Take them off," he said, again with that whimpering voice. "Please."

You nodded wordlessly and shed his hands of the barriers, heat pooling in your core at the sight of long, thick fingers, his skin finally exposed to you. Returning his hands to your waist, you tilted your head back at the sensation. You were never going to forget what his skin felt against yours.

The melody of shuddering breaths that fell from his lips was unreal, and you wanted to soak up every second of it. Without more than a second thought, you slid your legs over his, straddling his hips and pressing your chest to his chestplate. His hands remained on your waist, but he let them wander, curling them around to cup your ass.

The feeling of his hands on your body made you unconsciously roll your hips forward, which released a strangled moan from his lips. "Oh, god," he mumbled. "Mesh'la, please take it off."

You paused. Your hands fell to your lap, and your eyes were wider than saucers in the reflection of his helmet. "What?"

He picked up your hands in his own, the rub of skin against skin an intoxicating intimacy. "Please," he begged. "If I'm going to touch you like this, I need to see you, cyar'ika. Nothing in the way."

You were going to argue further, but you couldn't ignore the pulsing need that was clouding your thoughts, the same need that pushed your hips further down into his lap. It was impossible to miss the way his cock twitched against your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

“Are you—”

“Don’t fuckin’ ask me if I’m sure,” he begged, and he squeezed your hips under his hands. “Never been more sure, mesh’la.”

This time it was your turn to let out a shaky breath. “Okay,” you whispered, more to bolster your own confidence than his own. His resolve was clearly rather strong in this matter, and nothing would change his mind. 

With a hand on either side of the helmet, you gently pulled it up and away from his face, hardly able to believe that he’d agreed to let you rid him of his every barrier. For a moment, as each inch of skin was revealed to you, you caught yourself frantically wondering what he might look like. 

Would he look like anyone else? Would he look familiar to you in that way that only lovers can? Or would he be hiding a deformed brow bone or an abnormally small nose or a crude smile?

Of course, you shouldn’t have even worried. When the helmet lifted off of his head and you let it fall to the floor with a hard thud, you smiled at the face that blinked back at you in wonder. With those brown strands that were just long enough to hang down over his forehead, and the matching brown eyes that twinkled with the moonlight in his pupils, Din Djarin was exquisite.

“I knew it,” you hummed, your eyes tracing every line on his face, every strand of hair that clung charmingly to his forehead. 

His response was a strangled moan, and his eyes fluttered closed of their own accord when you dragged a finger along his jaw, then the hooked line of his nose. “Knew what?”

“I knew you’d be one of the pretty ones,” you grinned, and you leaned down to press your lips to his, swallowing his groan of ecstasy.

You drank it down like the sweetest liquor, the sound pulling your own moan from your chest. His lips were chapped and dry from lack of care, but his mouth was warm and wet and his tongue was deliciously shy as he darted it towards yours. His hands stuttered as they pressed further up your chest and felt for your breasts. You weren’t sure how long he’d last; his chest was already heaving. 

“Din,” you pulled back with a grin. “Din,” you repeated when his eyes remained closed. “Thought you wanted to look at me?”

“I do,” he said, his voice choking in his throat. “I do, mesh’la, I just…I think I might come in my damn suit if I look at those lips too long.”

You cooed, letting a hand search for the roots of his hair, finding a home on his scalp. You curled your fingers in the strands and watched his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw go slack, and felt his hips buck up into yours. “You’re so sensitive, baby,” you hummed, your mind running wild with thoughts of what this could mean. 

“Never been touched like this,” he mumbled, voice cracking again. “Feels perfect, mesh’la.”

“I need you to look at me, Din,” you nodded. “It’ll keep feeling good, I promise. I just need you to look at me.”

When his eyes opened, you could have fallen apart right there at the sight of his glassy brown depths. His lip quivered and you almost thought he’d cry, but then he was letting his hand fall from your chest to your waistband, trailing his thumb along the skin there. “Can I?” he asked gently. 

Nodding, you stood up. “Just keep breathing, pretty boy,” you said softly. “I’ll make you feel good. Show you just how good it can be.” You guided his hands to your waist and let him pull your pants to your ankles, revealing the front of your glistening slit to him. 

Din was just starting to understand the drug-like effects of physical touch, so you weren’t surprised when he leaned forward, fell to his knees, and pressed his forehead to the soft skin of your stomach, breathing deeply as if he were a zealot bent to pray at the altar. 

“C’mere,” you whispered, though unable to hide the growing smirk on your face. There seemed to be nothing more addicting than the sight of the Mandalorian on his knees before you. “Sit back down for me, baby,” you said, tilting his chin up to look at you. “Take those pants off, they look awfully restricting.”

He nodded quickly and obeyed, slipping his pants down to his knees as he sat back on his chair. It was downright sinful—the beskar on his chest but his helmet removed and his cock springing free, the tip red and angry and leaking. “Please,” he begged. “I—”

“I know,” you breathed, stepping closer to him. “We’re gonna make each other feel good now, yeah?”

Din nodded once more, his eyes fluttering shut. “Please, please.”

Well, how were you going to deny him then? 

You straddled him once more, your clit throbbing at the sight of his cock underneath you. But rather than shock him with the feeling of your pussy milking him for all he was worth, you hovered over him, just enough that the head of his cock lay just an inch from your entrance. 

“Mesh’la,” he begged, “please don’t tease. I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel good, I swear to everything I’ve ever believed in—”

A finger pressed to his lips, you shook your head. “I know,” you repeated. “Deep breaths for me, Din.” 

He inhaled sharply and shoved his breath out of his chest. For a moment, his eyes cleared. 

“Good,” you encouraged him, relishing in the look of his wide eyes at the praise. “Such a pretty boy, baby.” You moved his hand to your core, guiding his fingers to your clit. “Rub little circles for me, baby. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good.”

He obliged quickly, rubbing tentative circles to your clit in a way that had you smiling gently, loving the sacrilege you were participating in. “Is that g—oh!”

Din’s question was interrupted by your hand reaching down to grip his cock, delivering a quick stroke and making his hips stutter. He tried his best to lift his hips from the chair, clearly aiming for your entrance, but one hand on the beskar on his chest had him sitting back. 

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, “just like that. Just touch me for a while.”

Ever the gentleman, Din kept his eyes on you and his hand on your pussy, pulling sweet sounds from your lips just as you wrecked him beneath you. Your thumb slid against his tip and he almost came; you could tell by the way his breath caught in his throat and his eyes squeezed shut, lip trapped between his teeth. 

You wanted his fingers to wander toward your dripping entrance, but you knew he might not last long enough for any more foreplay. Next time, you thought smugly. 

Now…now you needed him inside you. 

“Gentle, baby,” you reminded him when he gripped your hip too tightly. You didn’t want to tell him you enjoyed the near-bruising strength; that would be for another time. You could already see that you were close to losing him, and you weren’t going to end this experience without riding him until the both of you saw stars. “One more deep breath, yeah?” 

He was a mess of tumbling words in Mando’a that you didn’t understand, and his brow was furiously furrowed, as if it was taking all of his focus not to come on your hand. As a matter of fact, it probably was taking all of his focus. “Please, mesh’la,” he said again. 

You wondered briefly if you’d begin answering that now; treating it as your name. Mesh’la. 

“Deep breath, baby,” you reminded him, and when he obeyed, you sank your hips towards his. The tip of his cock slid in with no resistance; you were wetter than you’d ever been in your life. “Good boy,” you moaned as you kept your hand on his neck, softly cupping the underside of his jaw to look at you. “So fuckin’ pretty like this.”

The stretch of his cock inside you was delicious, and pleasure licked sharply at your insides, begging for a quick release. You knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself together much longer based on the whimpers that still crumbled from his throat, broken and jagged. 

“So fuckin’ pretty?” he repeated, his voice a high squeak. He gripped your hips and threw his head back. “So fuckin’ pretty for you?”

Your breath rushed out of your chest in a strong blow and you had to take a deep breath yourself to calm down. “All for me, Din, that’s it,” you continued, and you lifted your hips up. Dropping them back into his lap, you soaked up the feeling of being filled so completely by his cock. With every shred of patience left in your body, you pushed your lips back to his and tasted his moans on his tongue. 

His hips began lifting into your own, the only clue you’d get to his desperation for more. Without a word, you began moving faster, more rhythmically, as you bounced gently on his cock. With the base of his cock pulsing against your clit at every drop of your hips, you were approaching that edge quicker and quicker. “Din,” you moaned, “baby, I’m gonna—”

“Please,” he said, “I want you to feel good, mesh’la. Use me, please, use me, please…”

You were sure your brain short circuited. With no more patience left in your bones, you picked up the pace and chased your own orgasm, knowing he wasn’t far behind. With every squelch of your pussy on his cock, your moans became less coherent, and you leaned your head forward against his neck. 

Pulling back to press a kiss to his jaw, you felt his loins tense beneath you. Something nearly snapped inside you at the sound and sight and sensation of his pleasure so close to release; at the knowledge that it was you who had done this to him. “Good,” you mumbled against his jaw, getting closer to his ear. “Pretty boy, just for me,” you mumbled. 

Din’s chest tightened and his moans became longer and more high-pitched, true whimpers if you’d ever heard one. “Mesh’la,” he begged, “Mesh’la, I—”

You dipped your head down and, while grinding your hips back and forth on his cock at a feverish pace, you darted your tongue out to his neck. Licking a stripe from the crevice of his neck to the spot just behind the soft part of his ear, you groaned in his ear as you crumbled on him, releasing the tension in your body as you came hard.

Din was ruined beneath you, with his neck bobbing and his eyes shut, his head thrown back. Mouth opened in a wide moan, his voice broken over the sound, you felt his release sink into your fluttering walls. He let out a deep cry of words that you didn’t recognize, but you blushed all the same. With the way that his eyes glossed over when he said it, you were sure it was something that reeked of sin and sweat and sacrilege. 

“So good,” you mumbled again, “you’ve done so good for me, Din.” Your face tucked itself into the crook of his neck, and you inhaled the heady scent that belonged only to him. You sat motionless on his lap, but you could still feel his head pulse inside you at the overstimulation. “Did that feel good?” you asked, your hand reaching up to smooth down his hair comfortingly.

He let out a breathless laugh. “If this is sin, I’ll want more of it,” he replied, his arms snaking around your middle to tug your chest closer to him. “I’ll never know how to thank you,” he finished, sighing deeply. His eyes twinkled at you when you pulled away to look at him. 

You shook your head. “No need,” you assured him. “Just catch your breath, brave Mandalorian. Then we’ll talk.”

He nodded, his eyelids growing heavier with the expense of energy now catching up with him. His cock had grown soft inside you, but he made no move to lift you from him. “I did well?” he asked. This wasn’t surprising; you’d known him to be quietly confident, but the Mandalorian was never one to pass up the opportunity for someone to reassure his talents.

You grinned and leaned forward to press your lips to his hooked nose, fighting the urge to nip at it with your teeth. Next time, you reminded yourself. “You did well,” you nodded. “Feeling okay?”

He splayed his hands on your back and inhaled near your chest, his face buried into the soft skin of your breasts. “Never better,” he reassured you, rubbing his hands along your spine. “So sweet to me, baby,” he murmured, repeating your own affection back to you. 

The two of you remained like that, just wrapped together in a mess of limbs and sweat and come mingling together. When he began to wince with the overstimulation, you lifted off of his cock but remained in his lap. You pulled back and leaned your forehead against his. You watched his lips, plump and sitting perfectly, waiting to be kissed again. 

“What does mesh’la mean?” you asked instead, the word strange and unfamiliar on your tongue.

He looked at you for a long time, bringing a finger up to trace the line of your mouth. “Put your lips on mine again and I’ll teach you,” he offered casually, as if his pupils weren’t still blown wide, his eyelashes still fluttering from the power of his release. 

You smirked. “This is the Way, huh?”

For once in his life, Din Djarin smiled at you. “This is the Way.”

tysm for reading! so glad to be back, i'm sorry if the smut scene seemed rushed and out of pace! again: i was hungover. pls forgive. lemme know what you think!

adding tags here cause i'm going grocery shopping at 8:30pm BYEEEE

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[beskarandblasters]

breeding kink with din? I know that man would be feral and on his knees my brain goes brr when I think about it

Carry My Warriors

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: After getting married and settling into your new home on Nevarro, Din discovers he has a new kink.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: reader is able/bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), established relationship, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, creampie, some nipple play, slight lactation kink if you squint, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart, mesh’la = beautiful, riduur = spouse), no use of y/n

You’re just settling into your new home with Din on Nevarro. The past few days have been a blur. The Mandalorians reclaimed Mandalore and you were absolutely sure that’s where Din wanted to settle down with you and Grogu. But shortly after your wedding ceremony Din told you that the three of you were leaving for Nevarro. 

“But… why? You just reclaimed Mandalore… Isn’t this where you wanted to live? you asked, as he prepared the Razor Crest for takeoff. 

“At one point yes but now that we’re a family… I think we should live elsewhere… Karga’s got a place for us there.”

“Really?” you asked, in disbelief that you’re going to have an actual place to call home with Din. 

“Yes, cyar’ika,” he said, turning around and grabbing your hands, “A place for us to be a real family.”

You nodded and felt the happy tears spring in your eyes. He squeezed your hands and went back to preparing the ship. You scooped Grogu into your arms and leaned back in your chair, watching Mandalore get smaller underneath you as you left. You left the treacherous atmosphere and entered space, before Din made the jump to lightspeed. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine your new life together on Nevarro. Your stoic tin man could be a real softie sometimes. 

That was several days ago. You’ve been spending your first few days back on Nevarro settling into your new home; a small house on the outskirts of town. Complete with a pond full of frogs in the front for Grogu. You’re in yours and Din’s bedroom (still a strange concept to you; a real bedroom for the two of you) decorating when you feel Din’s presence behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and your neck flush against his chest. 

See, Din has a small problem that he hasn’t told you about yet… Becoming your riduur and this new, domestic life on Nevarro unlocked something within him. And realized he wants nothing more than you on your back, legs spread open for him with his cock buried in your cunt, pumping you full of his cum. 

You’ll be doing dishes in the kitchen, hips swaying as you hum yourself. And Din will watch you and think about how he could grab your hips, bend you over the sink and take you right there. Or you’ll be on the couch, in your pajamas, reading something on your holo-pad. He’ll notice the way your soft thighs are pressed against each other in your pajama shorts. 

But the worst is when you hop in the refresher together and he’ll see the way the water beads up on your tits and the way you lather them up with soap. His mind goes elsewhere and he thinks about them full of milk and how sore you’ll be and how you’ll need help relieving the tension and oh Maker, he’s got it bad. 

These are the kinds of things he thinks about while he strokes his cock when he’s alone in the refresher or next to you in bed after you’ve fallen asleep. He’s hesitant to tell you about his new fantasy because he’s not sure how you’ll react. You’ve never talked in depth about the possibility of having kids together. But now that you have a stable place to live it’s all he can think about; living a quiet life with you and watching you grow round with his child. It’s all he wants. And you find out about it by accident. 

You’re on your back, thighs spread apart and legs hooked over Din’s shoulders. His helmet is off and you’re looking deep into each other’s eyes. He tears them away for a second to gaze down at your tits which are bouncing deliciously with each of his thrusts and imagines them full of milk. And he’s gone, bursting his load into you in complete bliss. 

“Kriff, Din,” you gasp. 

He’s pulled out of his daze. “Hmm, what is it, cyar’ika?”

“You came inside me! I don’t have an implant, remember?”

“Oh… sorry,” he says, sheepishly. 

“It’s alright. I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you sigh. 

He kisses you and whispers another apology against your lips. You can’t stay mad at him for too long. 

After your little afternoon delight, you decide to get dinner started. Grogu’s down for a nap. You’re standing at the kitchen counter cutting vegetables, feeling Din’s release slowly seep out of you. And to be honest… you don’t hate the feeling. 

Din went into town to grab a few more things for dinner. He spent the rest of the afternoon replaying that moment in his head; the moment he came inside you for the first time. And now he doesn’t think he could go without that feeling. He arrives home, sees you at the kitchen counter and his eyes immediately gravitate towards your waist. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. You stop cutting vegetables and lean into his touch. 

“I have to tell you something,” he says softly. 

“What is it?” you ask, turning to face him and gazing up into his visor. 

“...I want a baby with you, cyar’ika.”

Your mouth falls open. This is so sudden. And you’ve never talked about kids of your own before. 

“Oh, Din. I don’t… I don’t know,” you say, truly confused. 

“Please, cyar’ika,” Din begs, falling to his knees. He rests the bottom of his helmet against your thigh, visor peering up at you with what you can imagine are the most pleading eyes under the helmet. One of his hands caresses your thigh and you sigh. 

“You’ll look so pretty carrying my warriors.”

“Is this really what you want?”

“More than anything.”

“Okay,” you nod. 

He couldn’t drag you to the bedroom fast enough. He pulls you from the kitchen and into your bedroom. He pushes you down on the bed gently and starts pulling off your pants. 

“What about dinner?” you ask. 

“We can eat later,” he says hastily, removing his armor piece by piece.

You giggle and sit up to take off your shirt. You hear the hiss of the modulator and look over at him, never getting enough of the sight of his face. He looks over at you with the hungriest expression on his face while he slips off his flight suit. You lay down on your back and Din hovers over you, bringing his hand to the inside of your thigh, trailing it up to your cunt. You spread your legs for him and let him stroke your entrance gently. 

“I’m gonna take good care of you, cyar’ika,” he purrs.

You moan in response as brings his head to your cunt, licking a slow stripe up it. Your hands find his hair and tug on it a little, begging for more. He swirls his tongue around your clit in a rhythmic motion. He hums into you, sending vibrations through your core. He hooks his arms around your thighs and brings you closer against his face. You moan at the new and more intense sensation. You feel your core tightening in anticipation of a big release. With one last lap of his tongue you’re coming against his face, soaking the lower half of it completely. Pleasure washes over you in erratic waves as you ride out your high. Din laps up every last drop of your fluids before commenting on how good you taste. 

“You taste so good, mesh’la,” he murmurs before bringing his face by yours. He kisses you as he looks gathers your wetness in his hand, spreading it on his cock. He gives it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. He enters you slowly and sighs at the sensation of your warm, wet cunt enveloping his cock. You hold your breath as he stretches your walls. He buries himself at the hilt, the head of his cock rubbing against your cervix. You exhale and relax as you expand to his size, feeling completely full. He places your legs on his shoulders and leans forward, folding you in half into a mating press. You moan at the deeper angle of his cock and feel tears spring in your eyes. 

“It’s so big, Din,” you whine.

“Yeah, you like that, mesh’la? Want me to fuck a baby into you just like this?” 

You moan in response, too cock drunk to form complete sentences. He chuckles and picks up the pace, driving his length into you with more force. He notices your tits bounce with each slam of his hips and reaches to suck on one of them, releasing your nipple with a loud pop. He moves to your other nipple and does the same thing; lick and suck at it until it becomes a stiff peak in his mouth. He pulls his head back and he gazes down at you with loving eyes, bringing one hand to the side your face and caressing your cheek. You feel yourself arrive at the brink of orgasm, core tightening as the pleasure stirs in your stomach. You come undone around him, moaning loudly as your orgasm overtakes you. Your cunt clenches him like a vice bringing him to the edge, too. He fucks you through your release which prolongs it further but he feels his balls tighten and he knows he’s about to cum. 

“Cum in me, Din. Fill me up,” you pant.

Those words pull his orgasm from him in an instant, coating your insides with his cum. The tip of his cock is tucked into your cervix, pulsating against it. He comes with a loud groan and closes his eyes in bliss before pumping into you with a few more strokes until he goes soft. He stays inside you, keeping you plugged with his cum. He kisses you and whispers, “Thank you, cyar’ika. I’ll take such good care of you when you’re carrying my warrior.”

You kiss him back and whisper, “I know you will, Din.” 

You stay there like that for a while with him still inside you until you hear Grogu waking up from his nap and fussing in his room. He pulls out of you reluctantly and starts to get dressed. You go to get dressed, too, wanting to resume dinner but he stops you. 

“Rest, riduur. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Okay,” you sigh. 

Sure he wants you to rest… but you’re also certain that he wants you to lay down to ensure all of his cum stays inside you. You get the feeling that you’re not going to be leaving this bed for a long time, not until he’s absolutely sure his seed has taken and you’re carrying his baby. You’re not complaining though. 

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[ninsletamain]

"It is time to retake our home world."

"Take him to the debriefing room."

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[yeollie-plz]

Geese A Laying

Day 6 of Pedromas! | Masterlist

Din Djarin x F! Reader

Synopsis: Din loves being inside of you. That's it, that's the tweet.

Genre: smut

Warnings: cockwarming, p in v sex, a bit of somnophilia (consented), unprotected sex

Gif credits to owners!

You woke up slowly, blinking as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. The quarters that you and Din shared were a bit of a mess at the moment, your clothes and his armor strewn around after the events of last night.

You let out a yawn as you try to stretch your limbs. The stretch falls short as you are currently trapped by Din’s arm holding your waist, his leg draped over your own. But really what is keeping you where you are is the feeling between your thighs, more like Din’s cock still inside of you.

Instead of another yawn, you let out a moan at the feeling. Waking up with his cock inside of you was such a delicious feeling.

You smirk as an idea pops into your head. Slowly you start to move your hips back into his, pushing his dick further into you. Then you move them forward, his soft member slowly coming to life inside of you as you fuck onto it. You repeat your motions for a little before he starts to stir.

But now you are lost in your lust and can’t stop. So when he growls awake, grabbing your hips, you don’t care and continue to move them. He wraps his arms further around you, forcing you to still your movements.

“What do you think you’re doing, cyar’ika?”

“You just felt so good inside of me, I couldn’t help myself.” You throw him some puppy dog eyes as you glance back at him. The angle a bit awkward seeing as he was basically holding you hostage, not that you were complaining.

His grip loosens a bit at your confession, “Well then, by all means, continue. Get yourself off on me, mesh’la.”

And so you do, you return to your previous pace. Your body thankful for the continued pleasure, after stopping so abruptly earlier.

Your hips begin to move quicker now, trying to chase that release. His hand wanders up your front and grips your breast firmly. He teases the nipple with his fingers, causing you to moan.

Suddenly, he lets out a grunt, you know he is close too. He returns his hand to your hip, guiding you onto him. Trying to help both of you reach your peaks.

Your body is so pliable since having just woke up, that your orgasm is fast approaching. Your walls clench onto him, he grips your hips pulling you back harshly.

This just causes more arousal to course through you, bringing you even closer to your peak. He grunts again and you feel his hips stutter forward a bit. His seed filling you up as he cums into you.

The feeling sends you over your edge, as you clench onto him, milking him. He kisses your neck, before biting lightly, and kissing the spot again.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He mutters into your neck.

“I love you too.” You whisper back.

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[salome-c]

Mandalorian helmets.

The Mandalorian - Season 3

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[stardust-kenobi]

A Good Night's Rest

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: Din was your best friend, but you wanted him to be so much more. Turns out he feels the same way.

Word count: 3k

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, helmetless din, virgin!reader, SOFT MANDO <3

A/N: we will all collectively just pretend there’s a little guest room in the razorcrest, otherwise everyone’s fuckin on the cold floor ok and we cannot allow it.

“Dammit” You cursed at the dreaded transmitter that was probably older than you were.

Being a mechanic had its perks, but it truly had its challenges, too. Especially when you’d been assigned long-term work on a ship as old as the Razor Crest. Of course, a perk to that would be traveling with a Mandalorian. It was a rough couple of months getting him just to hold a conversation with you, but almost a year later, you'd never been more connected or closer to anyone else in your whole life. He was undoubtedly your best friend.

“Don’t worry about it. That thing has never worked right” Din said, startling you as he entered the cockpit. He was dismissive of the transmitter, which was all the more reason you wanted to fix it.

Sighing out in frustration, you accepted defeat. For now, anyways.

“I’ll get it figured out eventually” You assured him.

“If you say so" He chuckled softly.

"Are you doubting my capabilities?" You teased him.

"No, I am doubting the probability of that thing ever working again"

"That's fair" You smirked before looking back to your unfinished work.

"How are the engines looking? Are we good to go?" He asked.

"Yep. Everything else is looking good. Are we leaving tonight?"

"I'd like to get a good night's rest first. We can leave in the morning" He confirmed, leaning against the metal siding of the cockpit.

"Sounds good to me" You smiled back softly, subtly admiring his stance beside you.

"I'll probably go to bed soon" Din said, his sleeplessness showing itself in his voice.

A fun idea crept into your mind.

"Why waste such a perfect night to break this baby in?" You giggled as you pulled the bottle of liquor from the cabinet in the cockpit.

"How did you get that?" He said with a head tilt, questioning where and when you had the opportunity to acquire alcohol.

You raised your brows and shrugged your shoulders, "I stole it"

"Well, I assumed that" Din iterated, taking the bottle into his hand and observing the label, "but I am not surprised"

You watched as he looked around, as if trying to find some reason why he shouldn't indulge in some light drinking with his best friend tonight.

"I'll just be drinking all by myself, if you're not joining me" You raised your eyebrows at him.

"Fine” He gave in, sitting himself down in the pilot’s seat next to you in the copilot’s seat.

For a little while, you two indulged in the intoxicating effects of the liquor. You knew your limits and so did he. You stopped just before feeling your inhibitions slip away but felt fuzzy enough inside to enjoy the feeling.

Respectfully, you opted to look away whenever he took a sip, so as to not catch a glimpse of even his chin as he tipped the liquor into his mouth. His movements were slow as he set his glass down, and with your peripheral vision, you noted that he was done. With all the time you’d spent around him, you couldn’t actually imagine him actually having a face, he was just a helmet with a gentle voice. But you loved him.

Oh stars, you loved him…

The chances of him feeling the same were slim, but one more sip and you might just tell him.

As you stared at him, you were met with flashbacks of one particular night not too long ago. Din had accidentally walked in on you masturbating, and you didn’t notice he was there until a couple of seconds had passed. He couldn’t make himself look away from you in such a state, but the guilt of unintentionally invading your privacy ate at him every day since. Since that night, things had been a little bit awkward between you two

Not a single word was exchanged between you two, he just slowly walked out. You probably didn’t come out of your room for another day, and even now, you still hadn’t talked about it.

What he didn’t know it was him you were thinking about while you pleasured yourself.

“This stuff is…” You began, holding the bottle out and tilting your gaze at it.

“Strong?” Din finished your sentence.

“Very” you giggled in response.

Din stared at you for what felt like forever, the tension pulling tighter between your gazes. There was something so odd about the way his head pointed in your general direction just gave you butterflies. You wished so desperately to look into his eyes for real.

“I, um” He began, tripping on his own words before his thoughts were fully developed.

“What is it?” You tilted your head.

He paused, and looked at the ground, before turning back to you.

“I need to sleep” He sighed.

“Okay. It just seemed like you were going to say something?”

Please let him say that he loves you too.

“I don’t think I’ve drank enough to say it”

“Maybe I have” You pondered. It spilled off your tongue like honey, “I'm in love with you"

Okay where the fuck did that confidence come from?

He was still. More still than usual, if that were even possible. The thumping of your heart against the restraints of your chest rang terribly loud in your ears. If he’d said anything in the seconds that followed, you wouldn’t have even heard it. Any attempt to read his emotions was blocked by the shining reflection of his visor.

But he was silent, and you could only guess why…he didn’t feel the same way about you.

“I’m..” He tried to begin, but fell short of his words.

“Don’t” You began as mortification consumed you, “don’t say anything”

He remained stoic, and painfully quiet. Providing no goodbye or goodnight, you got up and made your way to your quarters on the Crest. Din didn’t stop you. He didn’t flinch, in fact, he barely breathed.

The frigid metal against your arms shot chills down your spine as you leaned against the door you had just closed behind you to your room.

The distant sounds of his footsteps carrying across the ship, led right to your door very shortly after you stormed off.

"Y/N" His soft, modulated voice rang the other side of the door, following a gentle knock.

What do you even say to him now that you've confessed something so bold to someone you're in such close proximity to all the time?

You slowly pulled the door open and were met with Din’s towering figure.

"I'm in love with you, too" He admitted quickly.

Now you found that it was you whose words were failing them. A choked breath hitched in your throat as you processed what he said.

"Y-you do?" You stuttered in disbelief.

"Yes. I did not know what to say before. I wasn't expecting you to say that" He said softly, his tone growing timid.

You stepped back and let him enter your crowded quarters, which truly was only enough space for your small bed and a cabinet. The forced proximity to him heightened the tension even further. You sat on the edge of your bed, and he mirrored you, finding only inches of space next to you.

"I want to kiss you" You blurted softly.

"I want to kiss you too, Y/N. I'm sorry I can't" He responded, cautiously placing his hand on your knee.

"I know what you can do" You suggested.

Your trembling fingers wrapped around the gloved material of his hand and guided it in between your legs. There was no resistance from either of you, but you sensed his nerves as well as your own.

The shifting of your hips told him you wanted him to move. He rubbed against your aching and sensitive bud through the rough of your pants. You wanted him bare against your skin, but you knew this needed to be slow.

Too shy to just let him watch the look of pleasure upon your face, you buried your head into his shoulder while he rubbed your clit. He groaned as you let a faint whimper escape you…a sound he’d only dreamed of hearing before.

"Are you sure?" He begged for reassurance.

"Are you?" You countered him.

“Yes” He assured with no hesitation, like he’d been waiting for you for years.

“I’ve never done this before” You muttered lowly, ashamed to admit it, but knowing it was necessary for him to be aware that you were a virgin.

“Ever?” He leaned back.

You shook your head in confirmation.

Din froze in his tracks, halting his rhythmic motions at your core. You worried he wouldn’t want to be your first. You worried it would be too much pressure for him to make it special for you.

He pulled away completely.

Something you’d never seen him do before caught your immediate attention. Slowly, his fingers curled underneath the bottom edge of his helmet and lifted it from his head. He didn’t hesitate for a second.

“Din what are y-”

You couldn’t even remember to breathe as his face came to view. His brown hair lay so perfectly pressed to his head, restricted for so long by the constraints of his mask. He wasn't a stranger. This wasn't unfamiliar. It was him.

And he was beautiful.

His creed meant nothing to him in that moment…the moment he finally was able to stare into your eyes for real. Nothing mattered to him except you. A lump grew quickly in your throat, and you welcomed it as a tear fell from your eye.

"You deserve for this to be special, Y/N. You deserve to look into the eyes of the man who loves you"

The rapid fire of your beating heart skipped over itself. His voice was smooth and raw...and scared. His entire life has been spent hiding away from everyone he has ever cared about behind that helmet. But now...he truly sees you.

"Din" You breathed.

The second that his lips brushed against yours, the world around you fell silent. Fingertips trailed along your jaw before moving to wrap themselves in your hair. Din was delicate and careful. He worried he'd break you if he didn't control his desire that had pent itself up for months of being near you.

You were tremendously overwhelmed with surprise and butterflies, which fueled your hunger for him as he found familiarity in your lips, and pressed harder into the kiss. His trembling hand returned in between your legs, applying pressure against your clit through your pants.

Din was no stranger to sex, but he was a stranger to your body, and a stranger to loving you in the way he was always aching to.

“I’m going to take care of you, Y/N” Din whispered against your lips.

He motioned for you to lie back, and guided you with his arm pressed gently into the curve of your back. You fiddled with the clasp of your pants, but his hand replaced your own and successfully unfastened it. You worked to remove them, but Din helped you peel them down your legs.

Nothing could have pulled your admirable gaze away from him. There were no words to describe how beautiful he was. Din hovered above you, staring right back in disbelief of having you beneath him like this. Your fingertips traced the line of his jaw, your palm finally resting against the scruff of his cheek. His eyes fell shut, being so touch-starved that he melted in your grasp.

Din knew that he wanted to stay like this forever, but he also knew how badly he needed to be inside you. As he stood to his feet and removed his armor, revealing the soft material beneath it that clung to his skin, your thighs clenched together in anticipation. With his continued help, he carefully lifted your shirt above your head, revealing you wore nothing beneath it. The guttural moan that grazed your ear when he saw your breasts sent a wave of heat between your legs.

His finger looped around the hem of your panties and awaited your confirmation before eagerly removing them.

You were nervous. Stars you were so nervous. Somehow you found comfort in studying his face, watching his reaction to seeing your exposed body on display for him.

Your lips intertwined again. The supple caress of his hand traveling up your thigh sent chills down your spine. It only took one light touch against your folds for him to feel how bad you wanted him. Suddenly you felt one finger slide inside of you.

He broke away from devouring your lips, “Is this okay?”

“Yes” You breathed.

What he did with his fingers felt beyond anything you’d ever done to yourself. He curled his finger as he pumped it in and out of you, savoring the sound of your slickness wrapped around his digits. You grinded against his hand, signaling him to move faster.

Din watched you, enamored with your expression and how you melted for him just by the touch of his hand. Stars began forming in your eyes as the haze of your orgasm crept up slowly. Din felt the walls of your cunt tightening slightly as he went faster.

“It feels so good, Din, please don’t stop”

And he didn’t stop. Stars, he’d do anything you asked of him. Especially now.

With the arching of your back, Din knew you’d reached your release. You cried out for him, digging your nails into the skin of his neck, shutting your eyes tight, overwhelmed with pure pleasure.

“Look at me, cyar’ika” He instructed. Your eyes flew up to stare deep into his beautiful brown eyes.

Your release overtook your entire body, sending a heated flash of vibration across your skin, tingling and centering at the thrusts of his fingers.

“There you go sweetheart, you’re doing so good” He praised.

You rode out your high as he talked you through it. Unable to fathom the total ecstasy you were feeling. Your breathing was heavy as you floated back down, and you then realized how tightly your hands were gripping his body. As you flashed him a smile, he softly smiled back, his eyes scanning your body and face.

As you reached for his pants, he hurriedly removed his shirt followed by his pants, now leaving him completely bare for you too. You stared at his cock, impressed by his size, and clenched your cunt around nothing as your body begged for him.

You spread your legs for him, as his hips situated themselves to fit perfectly between them.

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to” he assured you, “I don’t want to hurt you”. Just then, the tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, before he finally buried himself completely inside of you. A whimper of slight discomfort escaped you, and Din planted a soft kiss upon your open mouth to soothe you. You were so tightly wrapped around him that he almost lost it immediately. It was such a wonderful new feeling to experience being this close to Din.

Your body adjusted itself quicker than you anticipated to his size. He began to thrust slowly, still giving you time to relax. A lustful whimper fell from your lips, showing Din that you were experiencing pleasure rather than pain now. Once his thrusts found perfect and steady rhythm inside you, he began to moan softly with you. 

Your eyes meet and lock on each other while he continues to curl his hips passionately into yours.

“Does that feel good, Y/N?” He moaned and kissed your neck gently.

“Yes, Din” You managed to mumble through your new feeling of pleasure.

The sensation of him filling you was overwhelming, and your skin burned with such a wonderful fire. You were sure that you’d never get enough of his lips against yours.

“You are so beautiful, cyar’ika” He whispered, his hand traveling down between your breasts, familiarizing himself with the feeling of your skin against his. Taking one of your breasts into his hand, he squeezed it gently.

“Harder” You begged him. He looked at you with uncertainty, but wouldn’t dare deny you.

He began fucking you faster, now. As his cock brushed against your most sensitive spot inside you with every snap of his hips, your moans grew louder and more intense. Din loved every sound you made. He was quieter than you, but his whimpering was music to your ears.

“Y/N, I won’t last much longer” He faltered in his thrusts as he got close to his release.

You nodded and pulled his face into yours, kissing him hard. Your lips against his pushed him over the edge. His fist gripped the sheets as he came, his moans deeper and louder than before.

“Fuck, Y/N” He cried out.

The warmth of his release coated your walls, and you cherished the feeling of truly being filled by him. All of him.

The room was filled with only the sound of your beating hearts and the gradual rate of your breathing coming down to normal. Din was careful when he removed himself from you, and the second he did, you already missed feeling him so close. He lay next to you, your warm bodies still pressed close to each other. The silence between you spoke louder than any words you could manage to speak.

“Are you okay?” He asked while caressing your cheek.

You smiled warmly at him. There was a soreness you felt inside, but it was a sensation you welcomed if it meant that Din was the one to take your virginity.

“I’m more than okay” You assured him, “that was everything I ever hoped it would be”

“I love you, Y/N” He said sweetly, warming your soul as he said it.

“I love you, too”

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[isetthetone]

Seriously, Dad?!™

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[bits-and-babs]

𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 — 𝐃𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐉𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍

» PAIRING : Din Djarin x Reader

» CONTENTS : Smuttt. Needy Din- maskless Din is a sub, fight with the wall. Body worship (face… worship?). P in V sex- emphasis more on the P on V sex). Not proof read.

» SUMMARY: Traditions form after Din removes the mask.

» DIN MASTERLIST : here || MAIN MASTERLIST : here

It’s freezing cold to the touch, the sharp edges of his helmet practically slicing your fingers open as you tentatively lift the beskar from his face. You feel his aquiline nose catch on the foam padding on the inside. You utter a sorry.

Din’s palms splay over your hips where you straddle him in the minute cot, leather biting lightly against your bare skin where he digs his fingers in. His eyelashes flutter as the edge of his helmet is pulled up, and he’s exposed to the harsh, untempered lights inside the Razor Crest. Din turns his face to the side, unable to look you in the eye. Even now, after all this time, he’s still momentarily apprehensive about displaying his face to you.

“Hold still for me,” you whisper, so quiet that you’re sure that your own heartbeat muffles your order, drowning your words out with its pulse. It’s thrumming wildly against your sternum, still thrilled by the sight of Din’s eyes on you.

Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Mandalorian- Mandalore. All of Din’s titles melt away like beskar in an armourer’s kiln when you’re alone. The alloy drips and runs and cools, melding the warrior a far simpler and benign title- yours.

Din’s breath stalls in his lungs as you begin your ritual, his eyes cast to the durasteel hangar ceiling as he feels you press your lips to his with a gentle urgency. One kiss, then another, and another. You barely give him a moment to register your affections, his own lips lagging behind in their response.

“Mhmm~” You hum, but it bleeds into a whine as you settle your bare cunt over the length of Din’s cock. His groan dies behind gritted teeth as you sweep your hips over the length of him, soaking the velvety skin with your slick.

His chestplate is freezing against your breasts as you lean over him, having given him no time to undress when you threw him back against the cot and took what you wanted. Your nipples are hard against the cold Beskar-steel, dragging back and forth slightly as your hips rock against the curve of his dick. It makes you ache for him even more.

Focusing a slow, steady rhythm with your hips, you allow your lips to wander. They trace his jawline, sharp as the spear he carries with him. Din tilts his head back for you, gasping out your name as you bite the skin stretched across the bone. You nip playfully, focusing your attention on the patchy parts of his jaw, where the hair is sparse.

“C-Cyar'ika,” Din groans, his voice pitchy over the wet sounds of his cock sweeping through your folds. The head bumps your clit, and you whine against the curve of his jaw, your chin pressed to his pulse point.

Din Djarin is the prettiest man you’d ever met. His expressions, however, were even more enticing. Hidden behind a mask for his entire adult life, Din never learnt to neutralise his face. It made him emotive, especially in bed.

As you kiss the tip of his nose, you watch as his eyebrows pinch together, then arch up slightly as you let the weeping tip of his cock nudge at your entrance. You settle on it lightly, let the head sink inside before pulling up again quickly, barely allowing him a moment to relish the tight heat. He lets out a groan of frustration, desperation, as you drag your lips over the arch of his aquiline nose.

God, you love his nose. You praise it, its beauty, worship the way it makes you feel when you grind down on it. Humming softly, you can’t help but grin into the kisses you offer as his jaw falls slack, moaning out your name.

“Stars,” he groans out louder, with a sudden urgency that startles you, “Please, I need- I need to feel you.”

Din’s voice without the modulator is impassioned, cracking slightly on a whine as he begs you for mercy. For relief. A vulnerable tone he barely affords you unless you take control. The leather of his gloves digs into the meat of your ass, palms shifting your hips forward to pull your weeping pussy across his length.

Refusing to give into his demands, you continue your affections. You press soft kisses above his eyebrows, then each of his closed eyelids. His eyes- they took your breath away, stealing your attention when he first removed his helmet for you. You’d heard the tales of ‘brown eyes’, but they did little to emphasise their beauty. Deep, rich, laced with Din’s heavily guarded emotions that he’d veiled with beskar.

“You’re impatient,” you finally point out in a breathy whisper, lungs working a little harder as you feel something delicious settle at the base of your spine. Din looks like he could cry, desperation kicking in as he jerks his hips up against yours.

“I am deprived,” he murmurs back, an edge to his tone. The Child had clung to him for days following his last bounty job- he hadn’t had time alone with you for at least a week despite doing everything he could- stolen kisses in the cockpit, even attempting to shut Grogu in his bassinet. Somehow, he always managed to stumble into the room at the most inopportune time, much to his father’s utter dismay.

Sitting up, one of your palms settles on Din’s breastplate, you push strands of his unkempt curls from his damp forehead. Din, as renowned and feared a bounty hunter he is, also keens for you, vulnerable and achy for your affections. He chases your hand, leaning his face into your touch as you care for him.

Rewarding his openness, you reach between your thighs to take his cock in your palm. Din lets out a slight hiss, sucking between his teeth as you work his cock slowly. The drag of your palm against his sensitive flesh has him bucking his hips again, pressing the crown of his head back into the pillow.

“Din,” you whisper his name, watching him squeeze his eyes shut and centre his focus on the swirling arousal that builds quickly.

“Please.”

Pressing a gentle kiss to Din’s lips, swollen from your previous affections, you sink down onto his aching cock.

“Fuuuuck, Cyar'ik-aah-“

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[azertyrobaz]

Never underestimate a Mandalorian.

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[djarins-cyare]

What would we see in those brown eyes if we were given the chance?

You know what I’d like to see in the Mando movie? Helmetless Din fighting. Or shooting. Or having to otherwise physically defend himself and his son with his face uncovered.

Because every time we’ve seen Din helmetless, he’s been concussed or nervous or sad. And don’t get me wrong, I love seeing all the ways this hard Mandalorian is a soft man beneath the beskar… but I also wonder how his face looks when he’s doing those sometimes unspeakable things.

Does he channel the anger he must carry from having his parents torn away from him at such an early age? Does that rage burn behind his eyes when he’s cutting a man in half?

Or does he disassociate himself from the violent acts he has to engage in? Does he level a blank stare at his victims and look right through them as he takes their lives, telling himself he’s just doing what he has to in order to make credits?

Or does it pain him every time he has to kill? Does he revert to that frightened little boy from his memory and wince behind the helmet with each blow or blast, grimace as the life drains from his opponent, feel sicker and sicker as he grudgingly delivers death — the very thing that gave him nightmares as a child — because those who took him in told him it’s the only way to defend himself against a cruel and heartless galaxy?

Obviously this is part of the appeal of the character being helmeted constantly: we can speculate to our hearts’ content about what’s going on under there. And from the creators’ point of view, they can write a dichotomous character with Mando the killing machine and Din Djarin the sensitive soul being one and the same, and they never have to answer the question of how one feels about the other.

But it doesn’t stop me wondering how those brown eyes look when their owner is killing.

I wonder if we’ll ever find out… 🤔

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Hai there, i was wondering if you could do a mandalorian x male child reader?

Can the male reader be a foundling and Mando finds us or something like that?

Like Mando is becomeing some sort of father figure?

If not, that's totally fine too!

I love your storys!!!

Din Djarin with a foundling pantoran reader

Headcanons

I can’t remember any of the Mandalorian language *scrunches up in pain*. Reader is Pantoran, cuz hehe blue and yellow tattoos.

Din would find you when he’s out on a bounty, sometime after he’s given Grogu to Luke. This means Din is still feeling extra raw and empty, lacking some purpose with his life other than just Bounty hunting, since he’s realized there’s more to life.

Imagine his surprise, when his latest bounty, some slave trader, is already down for the count when he arrives. Din quickly finds you, in all your blue skinned, yellow facial tattooed glory, glaring and barring your teeth like a wild Tooka.

In the beginning he doesn’t know what to do with you, since you end up telling him you have no one to go back too, since your parents sold you for being an affair baby. It aches in his heart to see someone so young, already so jaded by the world.

He might have already grown attached the moment he saw you, but he’s not gonna force any adoption or anything. But before either of you know it, you’ve wormed your way into his life and are living with him on his ship.

Boba and Fennec are in no way surprised when Din arrives on Tatooine with you following him like a baby duckling. They both have a good laugh when you launch yourself feet first towards an assassin though, both deciding if Din won’t take you, they will.

Because of your time as a slave, you have a hard time trusting, and Din doesn’t wanna force it. So, he gives you all the time you need to get comfortable. He definitely doesn’t start silently crying under his helmet when you fall asleep against his side for the first time.

He ends up changing up the interior of his ship so you can fit, giving you your own seat and bunk area, and making sure things you might need are in reach.

Din doesn’t realize he’s pretty much already adopted you in everything but adoption vow, until Boba points it out to him one day. Boba points out how Din has already given you a few armor pieces in durasteel and has been training you in the Mandalorian fighting styles.

Din becomes flustered and embarrassed, and mumbles something about not wanting to force it. Turns out, you don’t want to force it either because you still fear he will get rid of you like your first parents.

After some fighting, you sneaking along for bounty hunting, you almost dying because of this, and Din having to save you, you guys finally accept how much you have come to care.

Din ends up asking if you would be okay with being adopted by him, to join his small clan with Grogu, and to be his child. You tear up, and at first Din thinks it because you are so against the idea. But then you sob out a yes and cling to him, mumbling how you wanted nothing more than to have a family.

Din speaks the Mandalorian adoption vows, and he can now finally take his helmet off around you, as you are his child and that is the way.

You end up looking into the meanings of Pantoran tattoos with Boba and Fennecs help, and add to your already existing ones to show your clan and Mandalorian ways, as you are now Mandalorian.

Din takes you to meet Grogu, if you haven’t already met him, even if its just over a call or video chat. Grogu is extremely excited to have an older sibling, but also pouty that he cant go with you guys on adventures or get his own armor until he’s of age for his species.

You start getting your own armor as you get older. Its up to you if you follow the way, of never removing your helmet or not, Din just wants you to be happy and healthy and will support you either way.

If you meet Dins former clan, you always make sure to kick Paz in the ankles or the back of the knees (he’s still alive to me, idc idc), because he wronged your father in your eyes. You always end up roughhousing with Paz’s kid, the two of you beating on each other like Mandalorian kids do.

Because of your age Din slows down with his bounty hunting, and does smaller and less dangerous contracts, because he doesn’t wanna leave you without a parent. He’s definitely set up something with Boba and Fennec, that they’ll take care of you if he were to pass, just in case.

When you get older he takes you along with him, helping you become the kinda person you wanna be. If you end up wanting to be a bounty hunter, he’s the best trainer there is, and if you wanna be something completely different, he will find someone who can teach you.

Din is a tad bit overprotective, even as you grow older, its in his blood and he can’t help it. He just wants his kid to be safe and happy, and can’t bear the thought of you being hurt even though Din knows that’s just the way of the galaxy.

But no matter what, Din is a very loving father, even though he is a little awkward and tense in the beginning. He would do anything for his kid, and if you were ever in danger or kidnapped, he’s ready to destroy the entire galaxy to get you back.

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[beskarandblasters]

Girl, I need me some dom! Possessive as hell Din. Maybe him having reader chained up or tied up or something for acting like a brat or flirting with someone else and he punishes and edges her, learning her body and discovering what kinks make her go BRRRRR. Maybe some nipple play? Some choking and breath play? THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE 🫡🫡🫡

Who Do You Belong To?

Possessive/Brat Tamer!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: You and Din are on a random planet for a bounty. You split up to gain intel and he flirts to get what he needs from the locals. You get jealous and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine for the next bounty. He causes a scene and drags you back to the Crest where he makes sure you know who you belong to.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (he’s still got the Razor Crest in this and Grogu is with Luke), Jealous/Possessive!Din, Dom!Din, Brat Tamer!Din, restraints, edging, teasing, nipple play, helmet stays on, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, two different positions, choking, creampie, slight breeding kink, no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

You and Din are fighting currently, giving each other the silent treatment. Which is hard to do in a small space like the Razor Crest and when you sleep together on the same tiny cot. The fight started last night while looking for a bounty

You were on random some Outer Rim planet and staking out the local cantina. You and Din decided to split up and chat up some of the locals to gain intel. And that’s when a certain female green Twi’lek got a bit too touchy feely with your Mandalorian. You watched it happen across the room. She touched his bicep and giggled. You could hear her shrill voice above the loud noises of the cantina, marveling at how strong he felt. You saw her scooch closer and whisper something beside his helmet. You could only imagine what she could’ve possibly said to him but that’s when you decided you had enough of this. You walked right over there and stood in between the two of them at the bar. Her smile melted into a scowl at your presence. 

With a hand on your hip, you asked, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Excuse me?” she laughed, “Mando and I were having a conversation and last time I checked you weren’t included.”

“So? He’s with me,” you challenged. 

“Doesn’t seem like it, sweetie. Your man was flirting pretty hard with me,” she said smugly.

“Oh you think he was flirting with you?” you laughed, “He’s using you, to get what we’re both after.”

The smile faded from her face. And she knew exactly what your deal was. 

“Oh I know exactly what your deal is. And I’m not giving you any information,” she said, turning to face the bar again. 

Din sighed and stormed out of there. You followed him outside and as soon as you were alone he said, “Really? Was that necessary? Now the bounty is going to know we’re after him.”

“Well I’m sorry it looked like she was flirting with you,” you said, folding your arms. 

“She was,” he said nonchalantly. 

“Were you flirting back?”

“Yes, but it’s for the sake of getting the job done. It’s not real,” he shrugged. 

“It’s still flirting,” you scoffed. 

“It doesn’t even matter now. We’re going to have to get a new bounty because this one is out of the question now.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the Crest. He lowered the exit ramp and you headed inside, climbing up the ladder to the cockpit and sitting down in one of the passenger seats without saying a word to him. He prepared the Crest for takeoff and set a course back to Nevarro. The whole trip back was silent, the tension hung heavy in the air around you. You resigned to staying back in the Crest as he collected a new bounty from Karga. The sun started to set by the time Din returned. You ate your ration separately like you always do but again didn’t speak the whole time. You changed into your pajamas and got into your routine of sleeping pressed against each other every night. He still held you despite the two of you being angry with each other. You drifted off to sleep replaying the night’s events in your head. 

That was last night. Now it’s the following evening on some other Outer Rim planet again. This bounty brings you to a cantina… again. The sun is about to set and the town is winding down for the night (except for the cantina of course). You walk through the desolate streets, completely silent. Which you’re honestly getting really fucking tired of. 

“I’ll go in first,” he says, stopping you in front of the entrance. 

You roll your eyes. “Sure whatever you say,” you respond, deciding to act like a brat. Just to get a rise out of him. 

He enters without saying a word to you and you follow soon after, eyes scanning the room. You watch him make his rounds, chatting up some women in a booth. Jealousy stirs in your stomach, along with a bit of rage. But you’re gonna give him a taste of his own medicine. 

You spot a decently attractive man sitting at the bar who just happens to have an empty seat next to him. You head straight over there and sit, not saying anything to him just yet. But it turns out you don’t have to. 

“Can’t say I’ve seen you here before,” he says, turning to face you. But you don’t meet his gaze yet. 

“You haven’t,” you say, flagging down the bartender for a drink. 

“A place like this is too rough for a pretty girl like you,” he says, sipping his own drink. 

“Is that so?” you ask, turning and placing your elbow on the bar, resting your head on your hand. 

The bartender stops in front of you and the man speaks first.

“Put whatever she’s getting on my tab,” he says, winking at the bartender. 

“Oh, thanks! I’ll just have some spotchka.”

You glance over at Din in a booth with three women across the room. You could hear them laughing at practically everything he was saying. One of the women said something and Din’s response practically has your jaw on the floor. He’s laughing, like genuinely laughing, which is a rare occurrence. 

She can’t be that fucking funny, you think to yourself as you seethe with anger. The man gave you the silent treatment for the past day and these random women in a cantina manage to pull a laugh out of him? Absolutely not.

The bartender brings your spotchka and you immediately start taking frequent sips, needing a little bit of liquid confidence for what you’re about to do. The man starts talking you up, asking all sorts of questions about you. You give him lies of course. This random man on this barren planet didn’t need to know about your life. You learn that his name is Orron. He’s a mechanic on this planet, mainly working on speeders. And he honestly seems like a nice guy. Throughout your conversation with him you glance over at Din, who’s still talking to those women but at one point he meets your gaze. So you decide to turn up the flirting. You start twirling your hair and laughing at pretty much anything he says. You even touch his bicep at one point. Honestly you’ve forgotten completely about the bounty Din’s after and you’re just flat out flirting now. You notice Din looked away from you and has gone back to talk with the women, so you feel a little defeated; defeated that that wasn’t enough to get his attention completely. You resign to letting Orron buy you more drinks and listening to more of his stories. 

All of a sudden he goes in for a kiss. And kriff you didn’t mean for it to go this far. But before his lips could make contact with yours you feel a hand grip your shoulder. You look up and see Din, towering over you ominously. 

“Hey buddy you’re interrupting something here,” Orron says, the aggravation seeping from his voice. 

“Oh, I was? That’s too bad,” Din says sarcastically, “Come on, cyar’ika. We’re leaving.”

“Uh she’s with me, pal,” Orron says, standing and getting in Din’s face (well really helmet). 

“No, she’s not,” Din says, grabbing Orron by the collar of his shirt. 

“Hey! Knock it off! Go out on the street if you’re gonna fight!” the bartender shouts from behind the counter. 

Din lets go and grumbles before storming out of the cantina. You stand and turn on your heel to follow him, not caring about Orron anymore. You try to ignore all of the faces staring at you on the way out before stepping out into the street and the crisp night time air. The alcohol is hitting you all at once, making you stumble a bit. 

“What was that all about?” Din angrily asks. 

“It was for the sake of getting the job done,” you reply, mocking him from yesterday. 

“He was going to kiss you.”

“At least he can,” you snap. 

Silence falls between you immediately. He grabs you by the arm and drags you back to the ship despite your protests. 

“Let go! Stop it!” you shout but he doesn’t budge, keeping a firm grip on your arm. Thank the Maker the streets are dead or else you’d be getting weird looks. Maybe someone would even intervene. 

He drops at the Crest lowers the exit ramp, pulling you inside before closing it behind him. He sits you down on a crate in the storage area of the ship and paces back and forth in front of you. You can tell he’s absolutely fuming under the helmet. You’d give anything to see his face at this moment. 

“So you think you can just flirt with another man in front of me?” he says, stopping in front of you.

“So? You flirted with that twi’lek yesterday in front of me, too,” you respond, rolling your eyes. 

He takes a step towards you and rests his arm against the wall, towering over you. His voice drops a few octaves. 

“Do I have to show you who you belong to?” 

“Maybe you do.”

“Strip.”

“Wha-”

“I said strip.”

He removes his arm from the wall behind you and steps back so you can get undressed. The anticipation of what he’s going to do makes your stomach stir excitedly. You rise from the crate you were sitting on and pull your shirt over your head, followed by sliding off your pants. You stand there in front of Din and wait for further instructions. The visor of his helmet trails up and down your naked form. 

“Turn around,” he says sternly. 

You turn around so your back is facing him. He grabs something off the shelf next to him and he grabs your hands. You feel something cold wrap around your wrist; handcuffs. You feel them fasten and then he pulls you against him, so your back is flush against his chest. The coolness of the beskar is a stark difference compared to the heat radiating off your skin in anticipation of his touch. He brings a gloved hand to your outline of your breast before moving to your nipple. He pinches it, emitting a small gasp from you. His other hand moves down your groin, palming the soft flesh and driving you insane. You ache for more contact, getting sick of the feather light touch. 

“Din, please!” you beg. 

A low chuckle comes out from under the helmet. 

“Cyar’ika, you’re going to be begging all night. Better get used to it now.”

You whine and he brings a finger to the entrance of your cunt, trailing it up and down delicately. He moves his finger painstakingly slow as you grow wetter by the second. He goes to slip a finger in but pulls it away at the last second. You practically cry out at the false sense of hope and stimulation. 

“Oh I bet you want it so bad,” he teases. 

“So bad, Din. Please,” you whine. 

“What makes you think I should give it to you? You were being a real bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Din. I mean it.”

“Do you know who you belong to?”

“You! Only you!”

Without warning he plunges a finger into you, curling it upwards and working your slick walls. You moan out in response to getting the stimulation you were aching for. 

“All this for one finger?” he teases as you writhe against him. 

“I need more, Din. Please.”

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine at the absence of touch. But then he pulls his glove off and tosses it on the floor before returning his hand to your cunt. 

“Wanted to feel how wet you are,” he purrs. 

His other hand continues to pinch and squeeze your nipple, forming into a stiff peak between his fingertips. He slides a second finger in and you feel like you’re already going to cum, thanks to all the teasing. Your walls tighten around him and the muscles in your abdomen tense up in anticipation but before you can cum he pulls his fingers from you once more. You cry out at all of the pleasure that was built up slowly melting away. 

“I didn’t say you could cum.”

You whimper. He brings his hand slowly back to your cunt and says, “When I feel you get close you better ask for permission or else I’ll stop again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes,” you say with a shaky breath. 

He returns his fingers inside you and brings you to the edge in no time. Your cunt clenches his fingers like a vice, soaking them completely. 

“Please, Din. Can I cum?”

“Hmm,” he says, taking a second to think about it before moving his fingers faster. “Fine.”

And so you finally cum, the relief washing over you in waves after all the teasing and edging. Your release soaks his fingers and his hand, all the way down to his wrist. He leaves fingers inside you as you ride out your high, feeling the way your walls clench and release around him. He pulls them out of you when you’re done and says, “We’re not finished yet.”

He drags you by the arm over to the cot, your legs shaking underneath you. He grabs your hips and moves so you’re facing the cot. 

“Bend over,” he says gruffly by your ear. 

You bend over and rest your upper half on the bend, standing on your tiptoes and arching your back. He grabs one of your asscheeks and squeezes, pulling you into him. His cock is pitching a tent in his flight suit and you feel it twitch against you. He takes his other glove off and tosses it on the bed before pulling his cock out. His fingers breech your entrance again, gathering your release on his hand. He slicks his cock and hooks his hands on your hips. He thrusts into you hard, giving you no time to adjust to his size. 

“Din!” you whine. 

“You can take it,” he says sternly, slamming his hips into you. 

With each thrust he drives his length deeper and deeper into you, hitting all of the perfect angles. The way he’s plowing into you makes you feral but you also wish you could see your man made of beskar above you. But then he grabs your hair and pulls you upright against him. His other hand returns to your nipple again, pinching it and alternating between the other.

“Can he do this to you?” he says, tightening his grip on your hair. “Can he fuck you like this?”

“N-no,” you choke out. 

“That’s what I thought,” he says, slamming into you on the last word. 

“Can I cum?” you ask, at the brink of release.

“Go ahead. Let me feel it.”

He pulls a second orgasm from you, this one even more intense than the last. You feel your muscles contract and release in erratic spasms, gripping his cock with each movement. He keeps fucking you through it, making it last even longer. You’re exhausted already but he’s not done. He’s still completely hard and nowhere close to coming. He unlocks the handcuffs and pulls out of you. You’re catching your breath as he spins you around before pushing you down on the cot. He pulls your thighs apart and gets in between them, pushing his cock into you once more. This time he grabs your throat, gripping it with the perfect amount of pressure as he fucks you relentlessly. 

“Do I have to knock you up to make sure everyone knows who you belong to?” 

“P-please,” you say softly. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to fill you up?” 

“Please, Din! I need it!” you cry out. 

His grip on your throat releases and his hands move to your hips, pulling you into him with each thrust. The head of his cock brushes against your cervix and you cum around him one final time, soaking him with your juices. The sensation of you coming pulls his own orgasm from him and he paints your insides with his cum. This is the first time he’s come inside you and you’re obsessed with the feeling. He slows his pace before pulling out of you and laying down next to you. You place yourself in the crook of his neck as you catch your breath.

“So what do we think?” he asks. “Are we done with flirting for bounties now?”

“Hmm I don’t know. Maybe we should more often if you’ll fuck me like that,” you respond, completely blissed out. 

“As long as you know who you belong to,” he says, rubbing your back.

“You and only you,” you whisper, sleepily. 

“Good girl… I love you, cyar’ika,” Din says. 

“I love you, too, Din.”

And with that you drift off to sleep pressed up against each other like the night before… but no silent treatment this time.

End note: Had to drop a little breeding kink in there lmao. But I hoped you all liked this!! Send me some more Din requests <3

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[jksprincess10]

hi! ur writing is so good ily 😻

um so imagine inexperienced!din who comes across an “adult video” where the guy is eating the girl out and din just absolutely fixates on it, he just cannot get the thought of doing the same thing to reader and once he finally does..? he’s insatiable, he just refuses to stop, give you a break or anything.. he can’t help it, is whining and groaning into her and grinding against the bed.. (maybe cums in his pants idk 🤭)

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Hi ! Thank you for your request. Hope this is what you had in mind!

Just a little taste. CW: desperate!din, inexperienced!din, brothel, mention of sex work, mando'a language, mention of porn, oral sex (f), fingering, din cums in his pants.

The bounty was a man who would frequent these sinful parts of Cocruscant and you had to play the part. Mando, a client and you… a worker. Your pretty face would make getting information much easier. Mando, on the other hand… would stick out like a sore thumb with his shiny beskar armor.

So, you wore the uniform. It would probably qualify as a dress, although there wasn’t nearly enough fabric to be one. An almost transparent veil covered your breasts, in two crossed lines that went down your back and hid in the “skirt”, also transparent, making the color of your underwear known by everyone.

From that moment on, Din didn’t look at you. Maybe he thought you were ugly? You huffed in frustration and went to interrogate the clients, playing the flirty and innocent girl.

**

If Din could have looked for the bounty anywhere else, he would’ve. He was thankful for the heavy helmet covering his face, disguising the permanent blush on his cheeks. He sat at the bar, an immobile statue to the rest of the costumers. The bartender asked if he needed anything, he shook his head. For now, he only wanted to look around and keep an attentive ear on what people said.

You, on the other hand… You made it hard for him to concentrate. He saw you going around like a butterfly, like you were in your element. He felt ashamed of the jealousy tying his stomach and… another sentiment. Unfamiliar.

Strong, unknown desire.

He tried to concentrate on anything other than your goddess-like body. But this whole place… reeked of sex and sin. The music in some alien language was sensual and the projected holovids were… literal porn.

He felt the familiar tightness in his pants that happened every time you got too close to him, and he cursed under his breath. A particular holovid held his attention for longer. It depicted a humanoid female getting eaten out by a male. The latter was passionate about it, and he could see the pleasure on her face.

Dank farrik, he wanted to do the same thing to you. Bury his head between your thighs and live there for a little while. He asked for an alcoholic beverage for courage, that he drank in a hidden corner by barely lifting his helmet. He then passed next to you to attract your attention and pointed to one of the closed rooms. You gave him a puzzled look but assumed that he had found some information.

**

When you entered the room and locked the door behind you, you found Mando sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked so out of place here, way too big for that little space.

“Did you find anything?”

There was a slight tilt of his helmet as he took in your beautiful form.

“No.” The modulated voice responded.

You crossed your arms in frustration.

“Then, why are we here? This man was about to give me everything.”

“It’s… hard to concentrate here, cyar’ika.”

The affectionate name made your cheeks heat up.

“Well, not my fault if you’re a pervert. Let me do my job.” You turned around to open the door, but his broad figure suddenly shadowed yours. A gloved hand stopped yours and he turned you around, crowding you against the door. You looked up at him, confused by his change in demeanor.

“I saw something that I want to do to you. Please.”

You would lie to yourself if you said that you were indifferent to him. Even though you had no idea what he looked like, you had thought about him in that way. And he looked so desperate and adorable right now, how could you say no?

“Okay.” You responded breathlessly.

His hips pressed against yours, making you feel his hard erection.

“Do you trust me, cyar’ika?” He asked as his gloved hand cupped your face.

“Yes. With my life.”

And it was the truth – he had saved you on multiple occasions. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to do something, anything. He took off his gloves and you felt his warm hands undoing the top of your dress. He tied a piece of it around your eyes, bunching the fabric together so it was less see-through. You opened your eyes to see that everything was veiled, you could barely see. Din slid the rest of your dress down. Then, he guided you delicately to the clean bed, where you laid down for him, thighs parted. He could see how damp you were through your panties, where a wet stain had formed.

“You’re so pretty.” He breathed in a not-modulated voice, suddenly. It was very similar, but much warmer.

Oh.

The helmet was off.

You needily cupped his face between your hands, feeling the slight burn of facial hair there, and you brought him closer.

“Can I kiss you?” You asked almost shyly.

As a response, his lips latched onto yours. It was surprisingly soft, the way he kissed you. But still, it made you feel even needier. You bit slightly on his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth for you, letting you slide in your tongue. Din’s moans died in your mouth.

All of a sudden, his lips had left yours, and you felt him delicately tracing down your body. Your back arched a little, inviting him even closer.

His lips found the line of your hip, the start of the fabric covering your core.

“Please.” You begged softly.

And he was eager to indulge you. He slipped your panties down and you kicked them off. His lips slid down your pubic bone.

“Have you ever done that before?” You asked. It wasn’t judgmental. You just wanted to help.

“No.” He responded, almost shamefully.

“Don’t overthink it.”

He nodded and licked a tentative stripe on your slit. You whimpered at the contact, hands grabbing his head, where you found curly hair. Beginning to feel a little more confident, he used the same motion to lick your slit a few times. Then, he used two fingers to open your lips and find your most sensitive spot.

He used the tip of his tongue to touch your clit, just to see your reaction.

“Fuck… Din, lick me there, yes.”

Encouraged by your words, Din circled his tongue around it at a steady rhythm. Your fingers tugged on his curls as you moaned in appreciation.

“Don’t stop… You’re gonna make me cum…” You warned.

And he didn’t. He redoubled his efforts, licking at a face pace, until your legs started to shake from your orgasm. He didn’t stop even then, licking and sucking through your orgasm, while you were very sensitive.

“Oh, stars… Y-You can stop…”

But visibly, he intended to keep going. He sucked softly, while one of his fingers found your entrance. You were so sensitive; you came almost instantly when he curled up his finger. Encouraged by your moans, he devoured you, even though you were begging him to stop, overstimulated. He ate you like he hadn’t had food in days, producing lewd wet sounds with his mouth. He even added another finger, curling them at the same rhythm as the motions of his tongue. The oversensitivity of it all almost hurt, but pleasure was even more overwhelming.

You couldn’t see, but you felt him moving against the mattress, rutting into it like he was imagining himself fucking you, but instead, he fucked you with his fingers and his tongue.

“Din… Wish I could see you…” You whimpered softly.

Mando groaned against your cunt, hips thrusting faster into the mattress. He pulled another orgasm out of you before you held him with your thighs to stop him. He kept fucking into the mattress until he came, staining the inside of his suit.

Out of breath, Din fell heavily beside you and brought you closer. You lifted your chin to find his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. When you pulled away, you whispered:

“As much as I would like to stay here forever, we have work to do if we want to be paid…”

He groaned in frustration.

“You’re right, mesh’la. Let me clean up and I’ll meet you there…”

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[izelascendant]

Creaking bed, injured head.

Din Djarin x Original Female Character

words: 1,385

summary: She earns her first sex injury.

tags: Smut, Sex in the Razor Crest | Din Djarin's ST-70 Assault Ship, Size difference, Helmetless Din Djarin, Lights off during sex, Cowgirl position, Awkward sexual situations

author’s note: I’m rarely on tumblr so I’m not sure how this will be received. Most of my work is on AO3, if this performs well enough here, I’ll link it.

There was a reason why their sexual relations exclusively took place in her ship. While the Razor Crest didn't pose any problems, it wasn't particularly suitable for such activities.

She couldn’t help but laugh the first time she saw where Din slept on the Crest. His bunk, given his size, appeared comically small. She playfully teased him, suggesting it was better suited for an Ewok, but he seemed unfazed by her jokes.

Consequently, they opted for the considerably roomier bunk on her ship to engage in their private endeavors. Little was exchanged in conversation before or after, and in fact, their intercourses were marked by a scarcity of words. The lights would be extinguished, armor shed, allowing them to exist in complete darkness and connect through touch. Afterwards, in the darkness, they would frequently fumble for their discarded clothes around the bunk. As she would slip into the refresher, giving him space to equip his armor again, she would sometimes discover remnants of his release in her hair or other unexpected places, marked by white streaks.

The situation shifted when her beloved freighter ship experienced a breakdown beyond her ability to diagnose, compelling her to entrust it to a technician's care for the time being.

That afternoon, when she sensed his hand gently resting on her waist, his demeanor subtly sheepish, she understood his unspoken request. Having completely disrobed, Din maneuvered into the snug space, lying on his back. He gently rested his large hand on her hip, while the other tenderly held her wrist, guiding her atop him within the confines of the cramped bunk. Despite the slightly stuffy and confined space, it didn't deter her from savoring the moment and finding enjoyment in it. She positioned herself over him, hands pressed against his bare chest for leverage, initiating a rhythmic movement of her hips, beginning with a deliberate and slow pace.

Amidst the darkness of their surroundings, they relied on their senses — the warmth of each other's touch and the soft sounds escaping from their lips. However, another sound intruded — the creaking of the bunk with every movement she made. Initially, she experimented with altering their rhythm to reduce the noise, but it proved unsuccessful.

Squeak, squeak, crack.

Her soft moans gradually shifted into subtle groans, yet she endeavored to keep any trace of frustration from infiltrating her tone. "Has your bunk always been this creaky?" she chuckled breathily, not ceasing her movements.

“No, it doesn't seem to have had this problem before, a new development by the sounds of it.” he breathed out in response, relishing the sensation of her soft, warm body against his and the sound of her voice. Shifting slightly, he brought their bodies closer together, his free hand gently caressing the small of her back.

"Right," she murmured softly, relishing the new position he had orchestrated. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to fully immerse in the sensation, refocusing on the task at hand.

He aided her efforts, his large fingers grasping the flesh beneath her hips, near her bottom, guiding her movements. Their rhythm synchronized into a more compatible pace, eliciting deliciously low groans from him.

She released a satisfied breath of her own, momentarily losing awareness of her spatial surroundings. Arching her back straight, she accidentally collided her head against the metal bar on the wall, emitting a small grunt of pain as she instinctively held onto the back of her head. Neither of them could discern what had occurred in the absence of light. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she lost her balance, sliding out of the front of the bunk and landing onto the rough, cold floor with a tiny squeal.

Instinctively, he tried to prevent her inevitable fall from the tightly packed space, but couldn't reach her in time. A brief grunt of dissatisfaction accompanied her collision with the hard ground, though he swiftly regained his composure. "You okay?" he asked, a hint of genuine concern in his words. From his supine position, he reached an arm out to her, attempting to feel around in the dark.

"Ouch," she groaned after a moment of silence, still on the ground and holding the back of her head. Despite his current state of undress, Din sat up in the confines of the relatively small space in order to help his passenger. Gently lifting her up by her armpits he brought her back into the bunk with him, so effortlessly, as if she were a feather. Although the creaky bunk had been a source of irritation moments earlier, it was at least a sort of comfort to have him wrap his big arms around her.

“The bunk seems to be a bit more unforgiving than I would have anticipated. Are you hurt?” He inquired as he helped her sit back down somewhat comfortably. She emitted another gentle groan, releasing a deep breath. Everything had transpired so swiftly that she hadn't even had the time to feel the embarrassment of the situation creeping up on her. They had never encountered such a disastrous interruption during intercourse. "I'm fine," she reassured him with a slightly unconvincing murmur.

Not entirely convinced by her claim, he thought it wise to take a moment and check for any potential injuries. Placing one hand gently on the back of her head, he ensured that no significant trauma had occurred. A second hand was placed upon her ankle, checking her feet and knees for any evidence of injury.

“Are you still hard?” she inquired quietly, her focus remained on a singular thought. The fall was no longer a concern, despite the momentary irritation it caused. Her hand moved up to explore his body in the darkness, sensing the persistent warmth radiating from his skin, coupled with the thin layer of sweat. She hoped the minor mishap hadn't diverted his attention from continuing.

The momentary pause caused by her fall did nothing to diminish his desire to continue, a fact evident in his response to her query. "I still am, yes," he told her quietly, his voice low and calm. Upon hearing his words, she felt a sense of relief, and her heartbeat quickened. "I just want to come," she confessed with a sweet sigh, "I was so close."

"I'm here," he whispered, his voice a barely audible rasp as his body shifted slightly underneath her, guiding her back into position. Moving his hands to guide her on top of him, his eyes closed as he focused entirely on making her feel good in the cramped space. Once satisfied with their position, he started to guide her with a slow and rhythmic motion, his hands keeping her steady and grounded. He allowed her no time for further contemplation, not wanting the mood to be interrupted any further.

She let out a moan of satisfaction, relishing the control he was assuming, enabling her to relax a bit more. He held her in place, taking charge of the rhythmic movements, thrusting his hips up into her. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut. Fortunately, she managed to blur her mind away, focusing solely on the sensations she was experiencing. Her moans escalated into higher-pitched whimpers as she approached her peak.

It didn’t take much longer for Din to reach his, panting heavily before blindly covering them both with his warm release. To her, it seemed like a reward for enduring both Din’s absurdly cramped and noisy bunk and, naturally, the head injury as well. His movements were slow and gentle as he withdrew slightly. He stayed in the bunk, his arms tightly wrapped around her. After a moment, he rested his head against her torso, breathing out slowly. Another contented hum escaped him as he rested his chin against her chest. “Now that that’s resolved, how is your head?”

Exhaling deeply into the crook of his neck, she spoke softly, "I'm genuinely fine." Shuffling slightly with a deep breath, she added, "But can we both agree to not do it again here, not in this cursed bunk?" He chuckled in response to her concerns, his voice now slightly lower and calmer after their moment of passion. “That would be wise.” Having encountered her first sex injury, she harbored only one desire — to reclaim her beloved ship from the technician and relish the spaciousness of her own bunk.

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