I finished The Mandalorian this weekend, my best friend recommended it and i had to finish so I could read the fic they wrote, it's so amazing so def check out @adashappyplace 's fic What Color Am I? They're an awesome author! Here's the sketch/drawing i just tried making ❤️
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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.7)
Warnings: 18+, masturbation f and m, leather kink if ya squint, tiiiny bit of breeding kink, listening to spicy sounds without permission (consent is sexy folks) also gif not mine
Pairing: Mando x reader
Previous Ch. Summary: The Mandalorian has just had to hold you down to put bacta ointment on you...and you both get a little more out of that experiance than you expected.
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You slipped your hands below your underwear and felt how wet you had become. It was dangerous what that man could do to you without even meaning to. You reached your other hand up and rolled your nipple under your bra between your fingers, pinching it, you gave a deep moan and began to circle your clit.
You replayed how you writhed against him, but his large hand was never moved, splayed across your hip.
The complete submission you felt when you opened your mouth to accept his glove.
How his thick fingers had dipped into the pot of ointment and came out covered…
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How before he left you saw the faint outline of his cock hardening under his pants. Even from just that quick look you knew he was big.
You were grabbing desperately at your tits now, nipples red from the friction, you had continued the circles around your clit, never quite touching it…thinking it would be too much for you to handle.
Quick pants mixed with moans were falling from your lips as your back arched off the bed and you threw your head back.
Back in the cockpit, the Mandalorian had his cock in his hands. The tip was red-leaking with precum. He smeared it with his thumb, and stroked his cock more and more frantically as he remembered what it felt like to have you writhing around under him. The swell of your breasts and the soft pants you let out…
If he were more clear headed he would have felt bad. You had such a good heart. Just here to care for the kid. So caring. So…motherly…something in him burst. A flash of an image of you round with his child in you. The long nights buried balls deep in you it would have taken to make you that way. How your breasts would swell even bigger than they already were…
Maker…
He threw his head back and came. Deep, guttural moans coming from his lips as under his helmet his eyes screwed up tight and his jaw went slack.
When he had cleaned himself up he realized he had left you alone for a while. He decided to check on your vitals from the cockpit monitor, just to ensure the bacta had taken effect and you were able to get some rest.
He switched on the monitoring system and the audio began to work…-the cockpit was filled with quiet, ragged gasps. At first he thought you were in pain…but then- you moaned, a strangled moan, just about to cum. He felt his cock twitch and start to harden again.
He shouldn’t have kept listening, but he did. He didn’t touch himself again though…he was hoping you would do that for him later. After you took care of yourself first, of course.
After listening to you cum and hearing your shallow breaths soften…he stood. Incredibly, painfully hard again already. Pants tight, he opened the cockpit door and stalked over to, once again, stand in the doorframe, looking down at you. This time not trying to conceal the effect you had on him.
Dizzy with pleasure. You look over and to your surprise you see him standing in the doorway. You smirk as your eyes rake over him and stop at his hard-on. You do the only thing you can in your wreked state…you let out a needy moan and look up at the man towering over you.
“And to think you wanted to kill me…” he chuckled darkly down at you as he began to unstrap his chestplate…
Stay tuned for the next chapter...
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