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pairing: din djarin x f!reader

word count: 6.5

rating: e (minors take a hike dni)

song inspo: what once was by her’s

summary: the mandalorian confides with you about something that’s been weighing heavily on his mind and you remind him of what truly matters

warnings: tbobf spoilers, slight angst, language, tension™️, smut, thigh riding, improper use of beskar armor, fingering, praise kink, piv unprotected sex (wrap it up), mild dom/sub

author’s note: y’all asked for a part two for Distraction and i did👏🏽not👏🏽hesitate👏🏽 to write this. this takes place between ep 5 and 6 of tbobf and goes a tiny bit divergent. plus din deserves a lil tlc for what he’s been through and i’ve been dipping my fingers into writing smut so i hope you guys enjoy! 👌🏽✨

He comes and goes. You don’t see him often and you try not to care too much. But each time, he’s away longer and stays shorter. Having no idea when his next visit comes. Which would be fine, if the times he was here weren’t so… confusing.

Sure, you flirted and he flirted back. But nothing really happened. It was harmless fun. And it’s not like you were twiddling your thumbs waiting for him. You had a life. Albeit, a steady life with not much room for excitement. You went out occasionally, went to cantinas and let people buy you drinks. You never went home with anyone though. And you’ve been ignoring the reason why.

It’s not like you were saving yourself. You’re not waiting around for him to sweep you off your feet. There have been plenty of advances from strangers and you’ve maybe entertained the notion of having a roll in the sand with someone. But you haven’t. You can’t. They’re not him.

You throw yourself into your work, giving yourself hardly anytime for intrusive thinking. Peli doesn’t necessarily spare you work, but even she tries to relieve you of busy work that doesn’t need immediate attention. Calling it “droid work.”

“I don’t mind,” you lie, “more experience.”

It’s been 6 months since the test flight. Since you’ve been off-planet. Since he touched you the way he did that late night building the starfighter. He comes once in a while for repairs and maintenance. The repairs are always minor and take less than a day, which makes you wonder why he wouldn’t just put it off. He’s a busy man, and he doesn’t need to come as often as he does. So why does he bother?

He’s always respectful and stoic and still always so serious, it makes you laugh to yourself. You’ve gotten to know him over time. Learning about his travels, how much he loved the crest despite it being a wreck most of the time. But mostly he talked about his kid. How he found him, his powers, his insatiable hunger which made you laugh. Each story he told you made you feel… transported. You felt the excitement, the danger, and you found yourself replaying them in your mind when you couldn’t sleep. Which confronted you with a hard truth.

The Mandalorian was more often than not that last thing you thought of before falling asleep.

•

The music blares from your stereo, the sound fills the entire garage at full blast as you work. The table it rests on rumbles with each beat, rattling loose tools and bolts and you’re in your own world. You got it in a trade a few months ago from some Jawas in exchange for some spare parts and it hasn’t seen a day without use. It helps you focus on your work and shut out your thoughts.

The speeder you’re working on has been a bitch to repair. You’re half covered in grease, the top of your coveralls rolled down to your waist, pulling out corroded parts from underneath. It’s nearing the end of the day and you’re dying for a break. If you could just…get this… damn… bolt…out…

The rusty bolt breaks loose without warning and oil comes pouring out, splashing thickly onto your tank top. You let out a curse, quickly crawling out of the way and setting the bucket next to you under the stream. You rise to your feet and groan in frustration. “Fuck this speeder!” You blurt out. You look down to your chest covered in thick black oil, long burnt inside the oil pan, the pungent smell burns the hairs in your nose. Shit. It was one of your favorites, too…

The garage is an open space but there’s no one here with you. So, you don’t think twice about taking off your shirt, no rag is gonna save it. Once over your head, you toss it across the room , exposing just the black breast band around your torso. You sigh as you walk to the table and look for another bolt and a matching wrench to cap the oil pan once it finishes draining. You figure that’s enough work for today. The owner won’t come for another couple days anyway. And Peli won’t be back until-

A hand brushes your arm from behind and your adrenaline spikes. Grabbing the heavy wrench, you twist around ready to swing hard when a firm leather hand grips your wrist to a halt above your head. You freeze and all you see is silver.

“Good to see you, too!” Mando shouts over the loud music.

You exhale deeply. Your tense muscles feel they’re about to give out completely. Maker, you hate when he does that. He releases your wrist and you quickly turn off your stereo.

“You have one more time to fucking scare me like that,” you huff, still trying to catch your breath. He just blows a laugh through his nose.

“Sorry, I just landed a minute ago,” and he points his thumb behind him. You lean to the side to peek behind his shoulder and, sure enough, you see the N-1 parked on the far side of the hangar. How the hell did you miss that?

“I tried yelling but you seemed…,” Distracted? “…busy.” And he does that signature tilt of his helmet and your chest aches.

You chuckle, trying to seem like you got your head screwed on right. “So,” you twist around to the work table, dropping the wrench, “what’d you break this time, shiny?” Grabbing a rag, you try to wipe off some of the grease and oil from your arms, only for it to spread around more.

“Nothing this time,” he leans back against the nose of the speeder and crosses his arms. “I have business in Mos Espa tomorrow and I thought I’d pay you a visit.” Pay you a visit? No business?

“Peli isn’t here,” you keep your focus on scrubbing your arms. “She had some business on the other side of town. Won’t be back for a couple days.” You decidedly give up on cleaning yourself, tossing the rag on the table and turning to face him with a hand on your hip.

And he’s silent again. His crossed arms make his shoulders look broader. He keeps his visor on you, tilting his helmet curiously to the side. Is he gonna say something? You give him a half-smile and raise your eyebrows slightly, signaling to him that you’re waiting for a response.

“You dress like that often?”

Your cheeks flush. Not at your starkness, but the fact that he’s pointed it out to you makes you wonder how long he’s been watching you. How long was he standing there? Was he there watching when you peeled that tank top off? It’s not like he’s averting his eyes from you at all. He’s not shy about it. And neither are you.

“Oh,” you look down at your torso, pretending you completely forgot. You start pulling up the top part of your worn grey coveralls and place the short sleeves back on your shoulders, but you don’t bother to zip it closed.

“Not really,” you tease, “just for well paying customers.” A mischievous smile crosses your lips and it’s only then that he looks away and chuckles to himself. Hearing that sweet sound makes you realize how much you really missed him.

You take a seat next to him on the speeder, resting your arms behind you on the hood. You chew over what to say but Mando beats you to it. “It’s been a while,” he starts, “everything ok?” He sounds suddenly stern. The air becomes heavy, like you both know the answer. Your legs kick as they dangle from the edge.

“Things are pretty dangerous around here.” Your eyes are cast downward. “It’s not safe to go out at night with the Pykes around. They’re relentless, things won’t go back to normal until they’re gone.”

“Are you safe?” The words leave his mouth without hesitation. He faces you and gently places his hand on top of yours, trying to convey how important your answer is to him. After a few moments, your name slips past his lips and your whole being is softened.

“I’m a big girl, Mando. I can protect myself.” Taking his hand in yours, your thumb runs over his knuckles, the leather worn and soft.

“I know you can.” he speaks softly. Both of you, looking at the hands between you. Your hands mix and run over each other for a while. Enjoying each other’s company in comfortable silence. His gloves are getting a little dirty from the oil, but he doesn’t seem to care.

“Tell me about you,” you sigh, “Anything new?” Mando pauses. After a beat, he turns away and releases a sigh that makes your heart sink. Damn, that bad huh?

“Maker, it sounds like you need a drink,” you quip. He breathes a laugh through his nose and gives your hand a loving squeeze.

“I won’t say no to that,” he admits. You can hear his smile and, even though you can’t see it, it makes your own lips curl up. You slide off the hood of the speeder and turn on your heels to face him, patting the dust off your pants.

“There’s some cold ale in Peli’s office,” you offer. “It’s nothing fancy but it’s the only cold thing we’ve got besides water.” Mando nods then stands up straight to face you, sticking his thumb through the front of his belt. His helmet tilts down to you and his whole frame makes you feel so small. From his broad shoulders to his inky black visor peering down to you.

“I’m just… gonna grab a shower first. I’ll be back with the ales.” Looking up to his visor like this fills you with a weird mixture of timidness and excitement. And that familiar spark starts to burn in the pit of your stomach.

“I’ll wait here for you.”

A warm, gloved hand finds purchase under the curve of your chin and your stomach flips. And instantly you’re back in that cockpit months ago, aching for his fingers to wander around your throat. It’s always so hard when he does things like this.

“Kay’…,” you breathe. You smile warmly, holding the same hand and squeezing it. You almost want to cry as you pull away.

•

“I saw Grogu.”

Your head snaps to his direction. Mando looks forward with empty eyes. His thumb runs circles over the spout of the amber bottle in his hand.

You don’t remember exactly when this little ritual began. It just got comfortable enough between the two of you to share a drink together once in a while with his helmet removed. Usually, when it was after dark or behind closed doors. But these moments are held close to your chest. You felt honored to have earned his trust.

It’s past sunset. The burning orange sky now a hazy purple like smoke from a snuffed flame. You both sit back in the same garage on some crates arranged into some seats and a table. The “table” is littered with sabacc cards left behind by Peli and a few empty bottles of ale. The only source of light coming from a small metal fire pit. The fire crackles and pops as you and the Mandalorian sit side by side and talk.

After you cleaned up, you didn’t bother with your regular day clothes. Opting for comfort, since the day was over, you pulled on some soft shorts and a tank top. A warm wool blanket drapes over your shoulders and your bare toes dig into the sand.

“When?” Your voice is timid and low. It takes Mando a moment to answer. “‘Few months ago.” His voice doesn’t falter or waver. And, that’s what breaks your heart. Hiding his emotions has become a skill he’s perfected. A few months? Months he’s been keeping that inside?

“He didn’t see me,” he continues, taking another long swig of ale.

You search his eyes for an answer but his focus remains forward. As if locking eyes with you will crumble whatever wall he’s built to protect himself.

“Are you ok?” You regret your question almost instantly. Kind of an inconsiderate thing to say when the wound is open. How the fuck do you think? But he remains quiet. Probably still trying to figure out the answer for himself.

“What happened?” Your tone is hushed. You almost don’t want to ask him. You don’t want to overstep yourself. But it’s so clear that he’s been keeping something like this inside for far too long.

“In order to master his abilities, Jedi must forgo all attachment,” his words sound rehearsed, almost recited. “As much as I wanted to see him, I can’t ignore the fact that he’s safer with them.”

Your fingers grip around your bottle so tightly your knuckles almost turn white. He can’t think that’s true. It’s not.

“But, you love him,” you murmur. To you the words slip out so freely, it’s an easy equation. You don’t let go of the things you love. But he doesn’t turn. He doesn’t fight. His eyes just look down ahead of him.

“He’s better off.” Liar.

“No,” you blurt out, “That’s not true.” The words are out of your big mouth before you realize. And suddenly, you don’t give a shit about overstepping. You set your bottle on the crate and stand up in front of him, forcing him to face you.

“You are the one that saved him. You are the one who protected him. You were the only one that was there for him.” His eyes are blown wide as he watches you go off on your rant. “How can they take him and talk to you about attachment?” His fist clenches and his brows knot tightly.

“It was his choice, I can’t control-“

“Then they should give him that choice too. He’s just a child,” you plead. You don’t know why you’re so passionate about the subject. You have met neither Grogu nor any Jedi. But you have to believe that attachment isn't a weakness. You have to believe that Mando doesn’t think that.

“What about your creed? What about loyalty? You need. To go. Back.”

He bolts up. His figure looms over you with his chest puffed. You can practically see steam blow out his nostrils. His demeanor makes you freeze for a moment, but you’re stubborn. Finding your metal, you stand your ground.

“You don’t talk to me about my creed,” he snarls. His seething expression is something you hoped to never see. However unrealistic it may sound. But his eyes. His eyes betray him. You step closer to him as you continue to search into them, to beseech to him. He exhales sharply through his nose. His gloved hand rests on the base of your neck underneath the blanket still draped on your frame. Running his thumb on the side of your throat, like an apology.

“You are the last person I want to hurt,” his voice is low and hoarse and plunges through your chest like a knife. His jaw tenses, he tries to speak through his gritted teeth. “So, please… I need to do something right for once.” He’s at war with himself, it’s plain as day.

Calmly, your hands slowly lift up, resting your hands on his arm. His chest is still puffed but his temper diminishes. You let out a sigh that’s been stuck in your throat. You’re so tired. You have so many questions that you need answered and it’s impossible to ignore anymore.

“Then why are you here?” Am I still just your distraction? “Why do you come here and drink with me and touch me and… and…,” And leave. You release a shaky breath. “What are we doing, Mando?” Each word is more hushed than the last. Maker, you hate this. You hate feeling so vulnerable. Feeling your eyes sting, you bow your head down. Him seeing you cry just might kill you.

You give in and lean your forehead to his chest right above his cuirass. Feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. His fingers gently rub the back of your neck, the scent of his cape kisses your nose and you hate him. You really fucking hate him.

Mando exhales through his nose. You can feel the muscles in his arm tense just above his vambrace. For a while, all that’s heard in the air is the crackling of wood burning. After a few moments, he finally finds his words. “I just…need to protect you. I’ve lost my kid and my creed. I can’t lose you too.“

A ball lodges in your throat. Even after he pauses, you remain silent, waiting for him to continue. He’s always been so serious and you’d normally make fun of him for it. But you’ve never seen him so earnest.

“I’m a selfish man ,” he goes on, “And you deserve more. And If I’m not good enough for the kid then-“

“Stop,” you cut him off. It takes every bit of strength inside you to pull away from him but you do. His gloved hand moves to cup your jaw and your hand caresses the sliver of skin exposed underneath.

“You make it sound like everything is already decided,” the words spill freely from your lips and you’re not stopping, you can’t.

“I know you’re hurting. But I also know you don’t believe that being attached is a weakness. It’s not in your nature. It hurts because you’re important to each other. And you’re both going to wonder what could’ve been for the rest of your lives. You need to talk to him. Or it’ll be your biggest regret.”

And then it hits you like a fucking gut punch.

Oh shit.

Oh shit.

His warm brown eyes are locked on to yours. Your neck cranes to match his attention and you’re completely frozen. His hand stalls beneath your jaw and you’re practically chest to chest. Your words were so blurred and you realize now that you hadn’t said Grogu’s name at all during your little speech. You really were speaking from the heart. His eyes grow wider with the realization. Are you talking to him or yourself?

Your cheeks are flushed red and your mouth is open before you can think. “For Grogu!” You stammer, the last thing you want him to think is that you’ve completely forgotten about his son. “You need to talk to Grogu! I mean if you think… if you feel like that with… I just want you to know that-“

Mando cuts you off mid sentence. It’s so quick that your mind takes a second to catch up. But without warning, his lips crash onto yours and it’s bliss. It’s gentle and warm and everything you’ve been craving since he first walked into your life. You melt under him and he cradles your head with both hands like you might slip through his fingers. You give in and move your lips against his. He tastes so fucking good. You can even taste the ale he was just drinking. Your lips meld and mix perfectly together, moving in perfect unison. And you absolutely adore the way his stubble scratches your skin. His lips pull away with a pop and your breath is completely taken away. He rests his forehead on yours, catching his own breath. The loose curls of his hair tickle your skin.

“You’re fucking irresistible when you ramble like that,” he huffs, his voice turned low and raspy and it sends a shiver up your spine. His words make you so weak and you can’t handle it anymore. And the spark burns into an inferno.

Your arms snake their way up his chest and around his neck, effectively pulling him down to you. Your lips meet again with fervor as the wool blanket on your shoulders drops to the floor. His hands leave you and you whine into his open mouth. He desperately removes his gloves and tosses them to where the drinks stand forgotten on the table. His bare hands glide underneath the hem of your tank top and grip onto the flesh of your waist. The sensation makes you both groan. His tongue licks the seam of your lips, asking for permission. You welcome him and if you thought he tasted good before, you’re about to eat him alive now. He kisses you like he’s fucking starved to taste you.

He leaves a trail of wet kisses down your jaw and lands on the plains of your neck. Gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive area as his hands knead your waist. Heat pools between your legs and all you can do is surrender yourself to him.

“You took so long,” you mewl. You thread your fingers through his soft curls and fist his hair when he pinches the skin of your neck between his teeth, he hisses at the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you.” His voice rumbles through your entire being. You can feel his grin against your skin and suddenly you feel like you're in danger. In the best possible way.

He bends down, his hands run below the curve of your ass, and scoops you up by your thighs with ease, you gasp in surprise. Instinctually, you wrap your legs around his hips crossing your ankles at his lower back. You laugh against his lips as he takes his seat back on the crate. Without breaking away from the kiss, he hooks his hand under the bend of your knee, positioning you to straddle his beskar clad thigh. You hiss at the cold contact between your legs even through your shorts. You’re about to ask what it is he wants exactly until Mando’s strong hands grab handfuls of your ass with a good squeeze. And you can’t even form thoughts in your head let alone remember your question.

Then everything slows to a crawl. And you’re drunk in each other’s presence. Your eyelids are heavy with lust. And his gaze is fixed on your flushed face. He’s completely silent aside from his heavy breaths through his slightly open lips. Gods, his lips. They’re plush and raw from kissing you. Your hands tangle through his dark hair. A bit shaggy and long and so soft you could get lost in it for hours. He presses a soft slow kiss to your lips and you’re drowsy with affection.

“You look so beautiful right now, you know that?” His breath brushes on your cheeks. Something inside you shatters. Maybe it’s your pride. Or maybe it’s the wall you built to protect yourself from being hurt. But you crumble above him. Not even able to look him in the eyes as your cheeks burn red. ‘Beautiful’ isn’t something you’ve been called since… you can’t even remember when. One of your hands leaves his shoulder to cover your face from your cheeks to your ears and your eyes turn away.

“What?,” he asks softly. A slight amusement laces his voice. “You’re so shy now, when you just told me off a minute ago?” He murmurs against your ears and you continue to fall apart. Gently, he takes his hand and places it on top of the one that rests on your face, guiding it back to face him directly.

“Don’t look away, pretty girl,” you melt hearing his little nickname for you, the same words he said that late night when you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other.

“Please,” you whisper. You’re not sure what you're asking for exactly. Maybe just an end to your misery. Your pupils are blown wide underneath your heavy lashes and your head is foggy. You need him.

“Please what?” His voice is gruff. He presses delicate wet kisses along your jaw. You turn to kiss his mouth but he pulls away just before you reach him and you whine in protest. Your hands cradle the sides of his neck as he continues. And he breathes out your name against your hot skin.

“Please, Mando-“

“Din”

Your entire body stills. You’re silent, waiting for another response but it doesn’t come. Gliding your thumb along the line of his jaw, your mouth opens to speak but nothing comes. Is that…is that his name?

“Din?” You sigh, tasting the word in your mouth and your heart swells. He’s giving you his name. Earning another piece of him, like when he removed his helmet to you the first time. You repeat it, getting used to the feeling, and his chest puffs with pride. His hands flex tightly at your hips. He likes when you say it.

“Fuck,” he grits through his teeth, his large frame cages you in and you feel like you’re being enveloped in him. Your hips buck forward, whimpering at the friction of your pulsing clit against his thigh. “Tell me what you want,” he urges.

“Keep touching me,” you choke out. Rolling your hips again, you find relief only for a moment before you’re aching for more. The metal beneath now warmed from your heat. “Anywhere.” He doesn’t hesitate to oblige.

His left arm wraps around your hips, urging you to tilt back slightly. With his right, he yanks the bottom of your shirt up to your collarbone, exposing your breasts. Taking one in his hand, Din squeezes and pulls until you're writhing above him. Running his thumb over your pebbled nipples. You moan at the sensation and you can’t stop yourself from slowly grinding against his holy armor. Gripping his shoulders to hold you steady against him.

“Don’t stop,” he pants, “Take what you want, pretty girl.” He even matches the pace of your hips with his kneading. Perfectly content watching you chase your pleasure. Fuck, If anyone walked in this hangar right now…

He takes your mouth again, biting and licking as you pant for air. The arm around your waist pushes and pulls to your rhythm, encouraging you to move faster and harder. Your shorts are soaked through, since you didn’t opt for underwear after your shower, and you practically glide on top of him with how slick you are. He swipes his thumb over your peaks again and again until you feel your orgasm cresting deep inside you.

Out of nowhere, Din bounces his leg, making you bounce along with the movement and the beskar presses hard against your clit. Your breath is caught in your throat and stars fill your vision from the over sensitivity. You gasp against his mouth and he just smiles, feeling so fucking proud of himself. Bastard.

“Do that again,” you pant. He’s quick to respond, bouncing his leg harder this time and watching shamelessly at the way your tits bounce along. “Again,” you moan. And you both reach a rhythm of bouncing and grinding that sends you into a frenzy.

“Din… Din, please…,” you beg and cry his name over and over and he’s desperate to keep drawing those pretty noises from you. He dives down, taking your breast in his hot mouth and you sob. Sucking and flicking your pert nipples with his tongue. Groaning at the sweet taste of your sweat and the smell of your soap. The sight alone is about to send you over the edge. Your hips falter, you’re desperate for release. It’s right there, right there, right there…

“Oh fuck…fuck,” you cry out, white hot heat washes over your body as you cum hard, making a mess on top of him. A shrill moan escapes from deep within you and echoes in the garage. You plunge your face into the crook of his neck, moaning into his cape as you ride out the remnants of your orgasm. You’re both spent, breathing heavily into each other in tempo. He rubs your bare back as you come down your high, dragging his nails lightly across your skin and you melt at the gesture.

He drags his hand up to the base of your neck and threads his fingers through your hair. You hum in delight, loving the slow paced caresses after such an intense climax. You want to return the attention. With your head laying on Din’s shoulder, you reach between the two of you, grazing your hand down his cuirass slowly until you reach his groin. He’s painfully hard from just from watching you fuck his thigh. You palm him over his flight suit and he twitches beneath your hand, letting out a deep, throaty moan. You instantly smile, wanting to hear him more so you give him a firm squeeze and his hips buck against you.

He groans your name into your shoulder, pulling you impossibly close. “I need you.”

“I’m all yours,” you breathe, pressing sweet pecks along his jawline.

“Where’s your bed,” he growls against your ear and you shiver. You quickly give him a peck on the cheek as you try to rise to your feet. Wobbling a little bit before standing up straight, adjusting your shirt and shorts. You catch a glimpse of him right before he stands and your mouth fucking waters at the sight of his cock imprinted on his pants. The length of him reaching damn near his mid-thigh. You did that.

It’s the longest walk of your life making your way across the hangar. You're buzzing with anticipation, and he hasn’t even taken his hands off you the entire time. Going past the little office and the common area, you finally come to your room. The only privacy being two cloth curtains that drape to the floor. You’re pushed inside and he’s back on you. Kissing you within an inch of your life, running his hands up and down your body. You respond in kind.

The room is lit only from a few hangar lights that filter in from a small window facing outside. Some crates and parts are scattered along the walls of what was originally a storage room. But you’ve made it your own. The evidence of your personality everywhere, adorning the walls and few pieces of furniture with different objects of interest and curiosities. Both you make your way to the bed that rests against the far wall by the head.

Kissing along his jawline, your fingers tug on his cuirass. You look up at him with doe eyes, asking for permission. He nods, taking your hands and resting them on the beskar, guiding you where to detach them. He briefly asks if you’re safe and you nod in return without hesitation. You take your time removing each piece of armor and setting them gently on a chair adjacent to the bed. Laying them down with respect one by one, then his cape until just his flight suit remains.

As much as he appreciates the sentiment, Din is all too eager to taste you again. His hands find the bend of your knees and swiftly pull back, making you fall flat on your back upon the bed. Kicking off his boots, he’s on top of you in an instant. It’s chaos trying to remove each other’s clothes. With each piece thrown aside without care, kissing and licking the exposed skin until you’re both bare.

He slips his hand between your legs as he flicks his tongue with yours, gliding his middle fingers along the seam of your wet heat. You’re spiraling underneath him. You cry out when the pads of his fingers press slow circles on your puffy clit. He groans at how slick you feel on his hand. “Fuck,” he grits out, “You’re pretty everywhere.” His pace is slow but steady and you’re fucking dying to be filled with him already.

“Always wanted you like this,” he confesses. He plunges his thick fingers into your needy cunt until his knuckles brush your entrance, curling his fingers expertly against your walls and all you can do is fist the sheets and cry his name like a prayer. Your eyes close shut and your brow furrows tightly. “Wanted to bend you over that speeder when I saw you. Looking fucking beautiful with all that grease on you.” His length is pressed hard against the side of your hips, trying not to buck but he can’t help himself whenever you say his name.

The sheets aren’t enough to hold onto. You’re desperate to cling onto something, anything. Your hands fly to his back, strong and muscular and ripe for scratching. You dig in your fingers and drag your nails harshly down to his lower back and then press a long sweet kiss upon his shoulder. A raw guttural moan leaves his throat and he thrusts hard against your hip before he can stop it, completely floored by the duality of your actions.

“Please,” you whine, your voice is so hoarse it almost hurts to speak. “I need to feel you. I need it.” You’re so fucking hungry for him, you’ve waited so long for this, to be as close as possible with him. He leaves your heat and grabs your legs with both hands. Ripping your knees apart wider, he positions himself over you and his cock finds your entrance like a fucking magnet. He plunges into you and you both groan low and loud, throwing your head back in ecstasy as he splits you in two.

“Fuck- Din!” you cry out.

“I got you… I got you,” he voice falters as he huffs your name against your ear. “You feel so good.”

He stretches your walls impossibly but you have a vice grip on him that sends him spiraling. Every muscle in his body feels tight as he tries not to spill everything he has inside you right now. He rocks shallow thrusts into you until he’s buried inside you to the hilt. Gods, there’s more?

You lock your ankles together at the small of his back, nudging him to move. Pressing little wet kisses along your jaw and up to your mouth, he kisses you deeply as he pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in completely. You gasp against his lips but he cuts it off with another heated kiss. You feel so full of him as sets a pace, he bottoms out with each thrust. You’re definitely going to be sore tomorrow and you can’t wait.

His arms cage you in, propping himself above you by his elbows. He picks up the pace and your eyes roll back as they shut tightly. Everything about him is so intense, so all consuming, like everything could be gone in the next moment. The way he kisses you, the way he moans your name, and now the way he fucks you. It’s more than flirtation and distraction now. You need him. You need him like fucking air. And he needs you.

“Take me so good,” he growls in between thrusts, hammering into you now. “Such a good girl for me.” Oh, you love that. You love that a lot. You moan at his praises, begging for more. Your nails scratch down his back to provoke him and he nearly collapses on top of you with how it makes his whole being tremble. Back scratching, noted.

“You like that?” You love to tease him. Even though he’s the one in control, you feel a power trip knowing what makes him fall apart. His head dips to your shoulder, and suddenly you feel like you’ve awoken a sleeping beast. He groans low like he’s angry and you know you fucked up.

He snakes his hand down to the bend of your knee, hooking under with a grip so tight it digs into your flesh. He slowly hikes your leg higher and higher until you’re folded. Pinning your leg to your side, he slams back into your cunt to the hilt, hitting that devastating spot deep inside you. Your sharp gasp devolves into a moan and you’ve learned your lesson. Your shocked expression makes him chuckle and you’re tempted to provoke him again.

He kicks up a crushing pace as he starts fucking you hard into the bed. Pounding into your hips relentlessly as the room is filled with the sound of your bodies coming together. He keeps hitting that spot perfectly inside and you can feel yourself about to fall off the edge again. “Right there,” you sob, “Don’t stop.” You can barely form the words that spill from your lips and brush against his cheek. He drives into you with everything he’s got and all you can do is cry out his name.

“Din…Din…Din-“, you topple over. Throwing your head back on the pillow, your nails dig half moons into his back as your orgasm wracks through your entire body, running over you like warm water on your skin. He chokes out your name. Feeling you squeeze around his cock he sucks in air through his teeth. He rests his forehead against yours, his eyes are shut and his brow is knotted tightly. His hips stutter and his thrusts become shallow as he digs deeper and deeper until he groans loudly, spilling into your wet heat, gritting out curses as he pulses inside you and exhaustion sets in.

He releases your knee and you’re both utterly spent. Collapsing into each other and panting into the hot air, tangled together. Silence settles around you and there’s nothing else that exists outside this room. He lazily wipes the damp hair from your face and you’re not entirely sure if it’s from sweat or tears. Fuck, that was good. How you wish your first time would’ve felt. And yet, everything about him feels like a first for you.

He presses gentle kisses along your neck and cheek. Even after all that, he still makes you feel so soft. You’re moved by his tenderness as much as you’re moved by his savagery. You return the affection by running your fingers through his hair, slightly damp from sweat.

Your eyelids are heavy and you’re so close to sleep when Din cradles your cheek in his hand, bringing you in closer. “Come with me.” His lips press a chaste kiss on your temple.

“Hmm?” You’re almost too tired for words right now.

“Come with me,” he repeats. “There’s something I have to do first but… you were right. I need to see him again.” His hushed tone speaks volumes and you try to fight your drowsiness to listen.

You smile at the notion. Meet Grogu? Possibly bring him back? You might be getting ahead of yourself there but you’re so touched by his offer. He wants you to meet his son. How could you say no to that? You already know the answer.

“How would I fit in the ship,” you whisper.

He smiles against your skin. “Just like the last time,” he quips.

The memory floods your mind. The way you wrapped your arms around him, the way his hands grazed your throat. You grin and turn to rest your forehead against his. A content sigh escapes through your nose. And then his hand wraps around your wrist. He gently guides your hand upward and lays your palm against his chest. Feeling his heart beat so hard like it’s about to burst.

“Please,” he breathes.

Oh, you do like it when he says please.

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twin flame // gw x reader

words: 3.8k

series genre: angst, fluff, smut (all in due time)

warnings: jealous george, angry george, charlie x reader kinda, mentioned ronmine, mentioned hinny, mentioned bleur, percy weasley slander, alcohol consumption, spitting kink (sorta if you squint), cringey pet names, mediocre writing at best

a/n: idk how many parts this will be,, maybe 5. but i already have the ending in mine. happy reading loves!

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“You are such a good girl.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you excitingly show eddie your a+ that you got on a test, and well, things escalate.

warnings: shit i’m not gonna lie this is dirty💀 smut, language, praising, teasing and begging, reader has a thing for being called ‘good girl’ so a lot of that, talk of kinks, dacryphila, degradation. eddies cocky as hell. i think that’s it??

a/n: this was requested by @marauders3rawh0re ily babe, you’ve been on this blog ever since i started it! so i hope this satisfies your needs because i love this lmao.

“See Eddie? See? Oh, gosh, I can hardly believe it! I mean, I was just so nervous. I thought maybe, a B if I was lucky! Or even a C! But an A+! I can’t believe it?” There you were, hyped up on the adrenaline of a good grade, pacing the carpet in your room. You backed away as he climbed through your window, a wide smile on your face as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Whoa, there, babe,” He chuckled, patting your back. “Don’t I get a kiss first?”

You pulled away, grabbing his chin and pulling him down to yours. You have them a loud peck, and you squealed when his hand sneakily moved down to give your ass a squeeze. “See here! Look, Eddie, I can’t believe it!”

You shoved the paper in his hand, and he chuckled amongst himself as he observed your paper. He smirked, glancing your way. “What did I tell you? All that worrying for nothing. Good job, kiddo! Proud of you!” He hooked an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the window seal.

You smiled as he kissed the side of your head, looking down as you fiddled with your fingers. Eddie always made you blush, since day one. You always caught yourself staring at his hands, the rings on them. You liked the look of the calluses on the pads of his fingers, making shapes and odd designs. They were rough, his hands, and honestly, you were sure that’s why you liked them.

But that was Eddie. He was rough. His music choice, his clothing. His mannerisms and attitude. It was a direct opposite of who you were. You two had been together for maybe a month now, but a lot of people didn’t even believe it, because it just didn’t fit. Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson with you, Miss innocent and not a hair out of place.

The kids thought maybe it was some prank, it had to of been. He even canceled dnd one night just to see a play you had been in. Dustin nearly cried. But Eddie couldn’t help it. You’d drawn him in like a fly to honey. You’d come to his lunch table one day, asking for signatures on a petition to end sexism at Hawkins High. Of course, everyone at the table signed, but it almost startled them to see you behind the sign. It was known you didn’t care much for conversation.

You asked with a small, shaky voice for signatures, and Eddie Munson fell head over heels in love with you that moment there. And the funny thing was, he’d never really noticed you before. He knew you, obviously, but it wasn’t like he’d already had a crush on you. It was something in the air that day, apparently, because your bravery lured him in.

He worked his magic and started conversations with you here and there, asking if you’d help tutor him to pass a class. You did, and he passed, but you fell head over heels with him too. And it wasn’t that the kids didn’t like you, they just didn’t know how to act around you, because it was weird for them to see Eddie so mushy around someone of the opposite sex.

Eddie brought out the best in you, though, a part of you that you were unfamiliar with. He was completely and utterly genuine with you, and didn’t treat you like a glass doll like everyone else did. The conversations you had seemed to last for hours. He also took your virginity, and that was only just a few weeks ago. That was an experience, for sure.

Your innocence to Eddie was nearly mind blowing. Your music taste, your clothing. Your attitude and mannerisms. It completely differed with his. He absolutely adored your little pink bow in your hair, your knee high socks and tight skirt. It nearly sent him to the grace.

“Thanks, I just tried to remember what you told me,” You continued, breathing in relief. “That all I needed to do was try my best, and that you had faith in me.” You blinked up at him with a smile.

“Good girl,” He tapped your nose, bumping his forehead against yours. “I knew you could do it.”

Well that was new. Your cheeks burned hotly at his comment, and god, you didn’t know why. You cleared your throat awkwardly, and you recognized that churn in your stomach. Sex was still new to you. There were so many…positions. You could do it…anywhere. It was overwhelming. Your mind buzzed with confusion, and you pulled your forehead away and cleared your throat again. “So, did you have a good day?”

He raised his brows in amusement at your tone, noticing how dark your cheeks had turned crimson. He kept his chuckle inside, but he knew damn well his little comment gave you butterflies. He’d have fun with that. “Good. The kids are preparing for the campaign tomorrow. Sinclair has another godforsaken game of laundry baskets again, so they’ll have to find a replacement. You in?” He stood, twirling around your room and observing the decor.

Your room was extremely pink. He loved it, but if he stared at an obnoxiously bright colored object too long, he got nauseas. “Oh, I- no, I’m alright.” You chuckled, pushing a loose curl back. “Truth be told I don’t think they like me very much.”

“Hey,” He narrowed his eyes. “It’s not that they don’t like you. It’s me that they’re unsure about. You’ve done nothing wrong, y/n.” He sent you that puppy love gleam as he picked up your music box.

“Well, neither have you, Eddie.” You began untying your shoes. “I guess we’re just modern day Romeo and Juliet.” Your tone softened at the realization, throwing your shoes to the side.

He glanced at your reflection in the mirror. He knew you felt guilty for not being his “type”. You even said it once. In fact, you cried. That was an ordeal of its own.

“We’re a match made in heaven, sweetheart.” He nearly sang, crouching down to your feet. “The freak and the good girl.” He watched your eyes then, and dear lord he saw them flare.

Your cheeks flushed again, your stomach fluttered at his words. Why was that sweet little phrase bothering you so? His hand was warm against your bare knee, but it sent firework sensations up your thigh from his statement.

“Ha!” He laughed in your face, causing you flinch.

“What?!” You jumped.

“You’re blushing! Again!” He clapped his hands in the musical rhythm he did when he was hyped up, dancing and shuffling his feet in amusement. “You totally like that, don’t you?”

“Like what?” You grew smaller, voice high in question. You really didn’t know what he was talking about, being confusing with your feelings yourself.

“Good girl!” He placed his hands on his knees, looking at you as his jaw hung open in amusement.

Your eyes grew wide when you realized the connection, and you straightened immediately. “I do not!” You defended hotly.

“Yes, you do!” He pointed, clapping his hands again. “Look at you! You blush every time I mention it!” He was laughing, chuckling and pointing at you as you grew utterly embarrassed.

“No- Eddie, will you shut-” You tried shouting, but crossed your arms in frustration. “Eddie, I do not!”

“Hey, I’m not judging you, babe,” He tried containing his laughter, moving back to crouch by your feet. His giggles were escaping his lips, and he pulled your hands into his. “Really, I’m not. It’s cute, actually.”

You groaned painfully loud, looking up to the ceiling. He snorted at your resistance. “No, it’s not. I’m disgusting.”

“So, you’re admitting it?”

Your eyes snapped to his. “No!” You yelped, causing him to cackle and put his hands up.

“Hey, hey, calm down,” He cleared his throat, trying to keep from embarrassing you more. “Really, y/n, it’s fine. Everyone has the stuff they like. Honestly, yours is pretty vanilla compared to what else is out there.”

Your eyes grew somewhat more curious at his words, peeking your interest. You swallowed roughly, looking down to pick at your nails. “Really?” Your voice squeaked.

Half of the time, he just wanted to laugh at how innocent you were, but it took a lot not to. He knew how incredibly shy you were, and it didn’t take much for you to crawl back into your shell.

“Sure.” He nodded enthusiastically, his black curls bouncing. “I mean, some people like to be tied up or uh- blindfolded. There’s um, choking and slapping. God, then there’s some real heavy bdsm type shit. That’s for another day. I don’t want to traumatize you.” He chuckled.

You brought up your nail to chew, thinking over his words. You couldn’t even imagine yourself in those scenarios, but you didn’t ever imagine being together with Eddie Munson, either. Your exact opposite. “But I couldn’t ever see you doing those things,” He got your attention, taking your finger away from the abuse of your teeth. “Since you’re such a good girl, and everything.” He tilted his chin at you, hooking his finger underneath your jaw. He said it with such seriousness this time, and it caused a sparking tension to electrify between you.

Your eyes flickering between his lips and his eyes, and your stomach continued to burn at the idea of being his good girl. You sighed. You couldn’t fake it anymore. “You’re right, I love it.” You breathed, smashing your lips against his.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you both up, his hands holding your burning face. Your bodies glued together like magnets, his arms moving up and down your back as your lips danced like ballerinas. Your feet dangled slightly, due to the hold he had on you. He always had to lift you up a bit in times like these, having been so much short than him. It was either that, or him breaking his neck trying to bend down to kiss you.

Your back hit your bedroom door, and you gasped when his lips found your neck, his hands placing yours above your head. “Sex can be anything you want it to be, sweetheart,” He licked the skin below your ear, and you moaned sweetly, your leg curling around his ankle.

“You’re the boss. You tell me what you want me to do.” He sucked and nippled at your red skin, leaving pomegranate colored love bites to show off to the world. He loved claiming you that way.

It always made you feel shameful and embarrassed, asking him to do a certain thing during sex. You were too awkward for that, but Eddie was trying to chip away that wall. “I want-” Your voice broke, his fingers slowly unbuttoning your blouse.

“Yes?” He hummed.

His body pressed against yours, and your jaw fell slack, your neck craning to the ceiling as he licked a strip along your collar bone. “Call me a good girl.” You caved, a heavy, dripping sound of desperation in your voice. “Please, call- call me your good girl, Eddie, oh-”

You gasped as he swiftly picked you up by the waist, throwing you on the bed as he hovered above you. You moaned loudly into his mouth, his lips against yours once again. Kissing Eddie was like swimming inside of a painting. You could feel every molecule inside of him, and sometimes, kissing him alone was just as overwhelming as the sex itself. He would be the death of you. He settled himself between your legs, pressing his growing erection against your skirt.

“Oh, god.” You whimpered, turning your head into the pillow. The sensations alone were enough bliss for you, that’s how new it was. The sex was just going to get better and better.

“Take your skirt off.” His voice was stern, and you opened your eyes up at him in surprise. Eddie was not mean or dominating to you during sex, by any means. But on discovering your turn on, he was curious to experiment a bit. “Do as I say.” He took his hands off you, placing one on the headboard and the other by your hip.

You moved your hands to the waistband of your pink plaid skirt, but froze and looked back to him. His brown eyes pierced into yours, and he licked his lips, his mastermind moving faster than the speed of light. “Y/n,” He said firmly, yet there was always a hint of playfulness behind his lips. That’s why you were never scared, why you never had issues trusting him.

“Be a good girl and take your skirt off.” He raised a brow, and he watched as you bit your lip.

You pulled down the band, pushing it below your knees as you both sat up. He helped you push it through your ankles, and then next, went your panties. You were laid back again and you leaned up to excitingly kiss him, but he held his hand up. “Ah,” He grabbed your wrist. “Not just yet, my queen.”

You swallowed, your eyes blinking rapidly. “Why-” He shut you up with a kiss, pressing over so softly. You sighed into it, just tiny little pecks and motions he gave you.

Then, his hands brushed at your knees, and at the contact, you tried to spread your legs, but he wouldn’t let you. His grip them tightened, but his soft kissed didn’t let up. He placed one at the corner of your mouth, then dipping his tongue back to gloss over your teeth.

Then, they slowly trailed up your thighs, circling them with warm patterns. He was teasing you, but you were too dumb to realize. The puckering sounds of your wet lips filled the room, his fingers making you shiver. Your heart began to speed up when he slowly moved his fingers deeper into your legs, but it diminished quickly when he moved up to your stomach.

You curled your leg around his hip, desperate for friction. Deepening the kiss, you grabbed his hand, placing it on your breast. You were getting agitated for that sweet relief in the pit of your stomach, your thighs glistening with your arousal. You tried to reach for his belt, but he moved your hand away. You huffed, looking up. “Eddie, what the hell-”

“Watch that language,” He said sternly, eyes sharp. “Good girls don’t talk like that. Good girls don’t have bratty attitudes. So if you want me to give you what you want, you’ll have to be a good girl and behave yourself.”

Your eyes were wide with anticipation, and he hurriedly, moved down between your thighs. A loud gasp pushed it’s way out of you as he spread your legs, wrapping one leg around his neck. He placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh, and he continued his torturous pleasure.

Each thigh he kiss, slowly, messily. He sucked and bit, pulling at your sensitive skin. He blew soft air on your burning cunt, but he never touched it with his pink lips. He continued this for minutes, leaving you a shaky, sweaty and needy mess. You were whimpering like you were in pain, convulsing and arching your back, desperate for any source of friction to find. Your hands dug into the long, black ropes of his hair, pulling like rapunzel.

“Oh, god, Eddie please,” You begged, trying to pull his head up. “Please- I need you so bad, I can’t do it,”

He smiled against your skin, the shakiness of your voice pleasuring him. He came up to you, his hand going the base of your neck. “Poor baby,” He frowned, his finger wiping away the sweat on your forehead. “You’ve done so good for me. Should I reward you?”

“Yes!” You nodded furiously. “Yes, now-”

“No, no,” He tsked, holding up a finger. “Ask me nicely, sweetheart. Trust me, I can do this all night.”

You bit back a cry, throwing your head back on the pillow. “Please, please, Eddie,” You breathed heavily. “Please, reward me. I want you so bad, please- I want you inside me.”

“You want me to fuck you, is that it?” He unbuckled his belt, lifting himself up. “You want me to fuck you like the good girl you are?”

“Yes,” You whimpered. “Let me be your good girl, I wanna be your good girl so bad. Please-” He had hurriedly aligned himself at your entrance, his cock painfully hard, and thrusted into you within a second. A cracked, heavy cry spewed from your lips, and your arms wrapped around his neck like a cat, your nails digging into his back.

The headboard cracked against the wall with his first thrust, and your jaw nearly broke as you cried out. Your bodies molded together, your bed squeaking and snapping at the quick, violent movements he made. He hugged your body, burying his face in your neck. “Oh, god!” You sobbed, tears forming in your eyes.

This whole experience felt different. His attitude, the way he treated you. Each thrust was more forceful, deeper, and it was hard for you to stay conscious. “Oh, oh, my god! God, oh, god!” You repeated over and over. Your stomach had never felt so hot, so on fire with a burning light inside you. Your nails were in his skin, drawing blood, you were sure.

“Fuck.” He groaned into your skin, but you could barely hear, because you were in complete ecstasy.

He gripped the headboard, giving another thrust that made you hysterical. Tears fell down your face as you sobbed, staining the collar of your unbuttoned shirt. His lips found yours, a hard look on his face as he tried to keep from coming. He always put you first. His cock continued to drive into you with a heavy speed, and he kissed you sloppily, drinking in your sobs.

You always cried during sex, and he was far used to it. He loved it, actually.

“You’re such a good girl, y/n.” He moved faster, picking up your leg and throwing it over his shoulder. “You’re- fuck, you’re my girl. My good girl. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

And you did, with a final, sharp thrust, that tight ball in your stomach popped, crashing over you like waves. Sobs left you, holding on to him like he was your life raft. Your legs shook and your body convulsed, your pussy throbbing painfully over his cock. You fell back in exhaustion, and Eddie, all he could do was listen to you.

“You are such a good girl.”

May I request smut/breeding kink with Din Djarin? I simply want to have his children😌

Give It To Me, Baby | Din Djarin x F!Reader

Synopsis: Din realizes that his clan is dying out; That his creed is almost no more. You, being a lone traveler, letting Din do anything he wishes - you are up for helping him keep his heritage alive. 

Warnings: SMUT!, Heavy on the Breeding Kink, Feral Din, Language, Unprotected sex, PiV Sex, Mentions of Having Children, Mentions of Not Having a Family, Kind of Sad Din, Daddy Kink, Also Using Daddy as a Name for Grogu, Fucking in the Pale Moonlight (Thank you LDR for that,) Bath Sex, Breast Fondling, Lactation Kink, Nipple Sucking, No Foreplay, Cervix Talks, Din Pounding Your Cervix With Every Inch of His Life, Total OOC Din - I wrote him as a soft boi who just wants a baby and is really obsessed with pregnancy.

Rating: E

Author's Note: Oof yes, having Din's children would be fucking amazing!

Also it is going to be canon that Din gets all shy when you call him Daddy but, secretly it makes him feral. Sorry I don't make the rules!

Word Count: 6k

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Family is something of a foreign concept to those who grew up without one - those who struggle to find where theirs may be. Not everyone has the luxury of being welcomed into a clan without tragedy, without anger and rage; Pure love and happiness. It seems like a far away concept to most, especially those who had that stripped from them. It's a craving, the affection of another giving you that sense of hope and security. In a way it's magical, freeing almost - well, to those who have it. To everyone else it's an endless pit of despair and hurt - a vessel one could not dive into unless they need to know what that loss feels like. 

No one goes through that willingly, no, it's something that happens in the nick of time. One day you're happy and free, with your parents and siblings roaming the world in order to find a better life. The next? They're snuffed out like flames on a rainy night, swallowed and smothered by the Earth. For what, exactly? Why is it deemed okay to snatch ones family up like that in the night? That, is a mystery no one ever bothers to find out - a natural order of how the life cycle runs. It's inevitable that one day, everyone ends up the same way. But to be taken so young? That's a pathetic sense of order.

Maybe that is why you two got along so well - both being cut from the same cloth. You never anticipated that he would know what it is like to lose family - to be an orphan at a young age with nowhere else to go. To not be alone in that instance anymore is rewarding to say the least, not having to worry about those night terrors; Living that day over and over again takes so much out of you - so much grief and anger floods back in the little slice of time. Thankfully you were not the only one to experience those, meaning when he was back on board - he was your saving grace. Taking you out of that feeling of hopelessness and despair. Din made things that much easier to manage, that much easier to comprehend. 

To think, only a few months ago the Mandalorian himself would pick you up from Jakku - sick of running and causing chaos in your wake. All it would take is a humble handful of credits, then boom! No carbonite freezer for you - instead you got the pleasure of riding with the Mandalorian in the cockpit, taking over the seat from which he had newly added. Though the starfighter was not one for company - it was homey after all. Especially since the new upgrades Din had Peli put; The hull underneath was where he stashed bounties, directly behind him there was enough space to lounge. And the kid? Well he was happy in his little hidey-hole. Sure, you were use to elaborate ships but this? The intimacy of being so close? It was worth it.

What surprised you more was when Din gave you his name - his real name. Ever since Grogu came back into his grasp, Din felt himself becoming a bit more domesticated. There was this blackened void resting in his chest when he had to give Grogu up, but, ever since Tatooine - nothing else mattered to him. You had to admit as well, the little gremlin was growing on you too. When you would make a pit stop for supplies, instantly he would climb right into your lap, cuddling up to your chest - looking up at you with those bright eyes. The swell of baby fever never went away anytime Grogu placed his little hands on you, or how he would watch you like you were a goddess to him. 

Being a mom was something you never thought of in full detail, leaving that for you down the line. Now that you're older, and can feel yourself ready to stop the life of running - it was time. Baby fever is a bitch though, constantly overwhelmed with the idea of having a little one running around - being part you and the person you love the most. It sounded so lovely, so beautiful in your mind. The only thing was, your current lifestyle was not cut out for a child. It hurt you to realize but, after all that is life for you; Sacrifice is the main thing that you encounter daily. What you failed to realize though, was that the baby fever was hitting Din just as hard. Anytime he saw you with his child, something feral ignited in his belly.

"We are about seven minutes from landing, then we can rest up for the time being," Din let out through his modulator - sighing out with exhaustion. Over the last few days of travelling through the galaxy, things had gotten tense. Maybe it was due to the lack of sleep, or being so cooped up in the starfighter, or maybe just the annoyance of not getting out to stretch but, the air was so thick. Anytime you would lay a hand on Din's pauldron, or accidentally brush by his back you felt his body growing tense. When you would chat with Grogu through the little bubble he was in, cooing at him and making him coo - all you would hear is the tightening of Din's glove against the pulleys. In a way you thought he was fed up, annoyed with you - but oh boy that was the wrong picture. 

In fact, Din was obsessed with hearing you speak with Grogu. He was infatuated with your touches, lighting his body up like fireworks. Din craved someone being a maternal figure to Grogu, giving him that love to which he did not know; One Din lost sight of as a child. To have a woman as strong as you come around, take them both under your wing like they were always yours, only made the sacred Mandalorian fall deeply in love with you - though the brute would never admit it; Admittance would mean weakness, he could not risk it.

Each tug and pull of the craft made your stomach churn slightly, not use to the roughened landing the starfighter is capable of. With being as skilled a pilot as Din, it made sense that in the end, he landed the craft smoothly without any disruption. Always on instinct you close your eyes, wanting to see the beauty of the planet for the first time when you were on solid ground. This time however, you were given no clues as to where you would end up. Crisp sunlight made its way across your sternum, warming you, glinting off of your irises like it was nothing. Lush greenery made your heart swell, tears forming in the corners of your eyes at the beautiful sight. 

The vibrancy of blue wallowing back and forth of the ocean ahead - you were falling in love with this planet already. Having heard so much about it, a dream destination if you wish, you never expected for Naboo to be this gorgeous. Better yet, you could not believe you were experiencing it with such a man as Din Djarin - first of his name and first of Clan Djarin. Nothing could have been any better than this, really nothing else could. But in fact the silent pilot always had a trick up those beskar sleeves - he would never leave you hanging without an adventure, after all. "I know a woman named Sola Naberrie, she has offered to take care of Grogu while we run this mission." The huskiness of his voice crackling through the modulator was like logs on a fire; So soft, yet passionate about lighting that hardened wood up. It made you melt, but he could not see.

"I understand, is that her now?" You responded with no inflections, trusting Din and his commitment to keeping the child safe. A woman appearing in an almost burgundy cloak stepped forth from the barrage of security guards - keeping her face low and out of the sun. She was gorgeous from what you could see - aging so elegantly and beautiful; Her eyes shone the colors of the sea. Din quickly hopped out of the starfighter as you stayed behind, tapping small rhythmic patterns against the glass to soothe Grogu - wanting to make him feel comfortable. It was working so well, to the point where he let you open the hatch, just so he could climb on your lap. 

"It's okay buddy, it's okay. This nice woman will take great care of you while Daddy and I catch some bad people." The little guy has grown on you so much in the last few weeks, especially where Din officially has him back. After the whole fiasco with the Pyke Syndicate, Din made the promise he would never let Grogu out of his grasp again, unless it is with someone he trusts. Plus, this would only be for a few days, surely that is better than months away from the little gremlin. The hub of the ship came sliding up to the sky, giving you that fresh sea breeze of Naboo - almost lighting up your senses with a singular waft. It was Din's cold pauldron that broke you from your mind, taking the child from you, and coaxing you out with two fingers.

You couldn't help but to obey - Din made it so easy to do so. Grabbing onto Din's free hand, you began to exit the craft - falling behind the Mandalorian and the child, just to keep distance. Sola on the other hand was quite intrigued on how you handled the anxiety of the child, making her smile within herself; You reminded her so much of her lost sister. Din passed Grogu to Sola, watching how her maternal instincts kicked in upon arrival. Instantly Grogu curled up to her bosom, letting his bright eyes gently close, enjoying the sway of her body. "I will have him as long as you need, Djarin. Be safe, and please handle this with caution." With that, Sola and her men began to make their way back to the cargo ship, humming as they boarded with ease. 

The last thing you and Din saw was Grogu's little face gently sleeping against Sola's chest, a single wave as the cargo hold closed, leaving yourself and Din to the elements of Naboo. Now that the ship had left, all you could hear were the porgs - chirping along and singing to one another, the crashing of waves being second to that. This was a paradise within itself, you wanted to stay and bask it in for as long as you possibly could. Din thought so too, hence why he placed a gloved hand against your lower back, slowly guiding you towards the beach.

"Night will be here soon, we should get some rest before tomorrow." Din was never one for confessions, or for letting the infliction of his voice go away - he was stoic, maybe that is why you liked him so much. "We're sleeping on the ship?" It was a question you knew the answer to but, sometimes Din surprised you. Shaking his head and letting a small chuckle slip from his helmet, he used a leather-bound finger to point in the direction of the beach, letting you see the small cabin-like home, out of place amongst the lush greenery. Alas, you two would be alone after all, and not with a child in route. 

"No, not tonight. We will have beds. Come on, we will be safer inside." There was no way to protest this man, or to defy his direction. You slung your bag over your shoulder as Din watched you intently, keeping you in his gleam before the sun could shift to darkness. It got colder all of a sudden, the change making you shiver. Din was right, rest was needed - especially after an almost hour walk downhill.

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By the time the two of you arrived at the cabin, you were pooped. Legs burning from the constant strain of the elements, and trying to keep up with Din - you needed a whole hot soak in the bacta tank. But you could only settle on a hot bath, which was better in a way. What you did not anticipate though was the one bed in the middle of the room. Large enough to seat two but, would that be smart? "Neither one of us will be sleeping on the floor. We will have enough space, are you comfortable with that?" Din asked, letting the blackened T of his visor bore into your eyes. No words could come from your mouth within the moment - all you could do was nod and blink your tired eyes, ready to soak into something warm. 

Dropping your bag down onto the wooden floor, you gently extended your arms with full ease, feeling the cracks and pops of your joints fill the room. Being cooped up on such a small ship was not the best of a situation but, you had to make do - especially if this would be the outcome. "Okay, I am going to take a bath. You are more than welcome to join if you'd like." It never fully registered what you said, a tired haze hanging over your mind like a cloud of blankness. So hard to tried to comprehend your words, especially at Din's reaction of sucking his breath in. You, of all people, took the Mandalorian's breath away.

You kicked your boots off with ease, letting them rest by the front door as you shed your coat - letting than hang over the chair backing. Each layer that came loose revealed more and more of yourself to your travel partner - what you couldn't tell from under that helmet was, Din blushed. His cheeks the shade of a Tatooine sunset - growing hotter each fleck of skin you chose to show him. The control in which Din was trying to have did not work in his favor, betraying him with each grunt and groan of his leather gloves. All Din wanted to do was touch you, bask in the pillowy softness of your flesh and see what it is like to touch someone not afraid of him. 

But Din could not hide the strain in his flight suit upon imagining your body soaking wet, covered in bubbles as you sank deeper into the warmth. His body flush behind yours, letting his hands roam all over your being. He has been trying to remain in control the last few weeks of being on board with him; Now that there is no distraction, he was not giving this up to save his life. Swallowing harshly, Din dropped his utility belt to the ground, letting it lay their flat whilst undoing his shin guards, pauldrons and wrist guards. All the while, you were too busy in a state of pure tiredness and relaxation to hear the commotion - all you could think about was laying in the warm bath.

Getting into the bathroom, instantly your hands flew to let the water heat, filling the porcelain up quickly. Every fiber of your dressing was shed like trash in seconds, begging to be washed and prepped for the day ahead. Cold, night air flowing from the cracked window caused goosebumps to arise - pebbling your nipples through the thin band of your chest covering. It sent an instant chill through your body in retaliation - causing your body to jolt at the feeling. But you did not let it break your senses for more than one reason, needing to remain strong in order to stay away. If you slipped away now, you'd be a cold and cranky mess. With your panties and chest covering now hitting the floor, seated beside your cargo pants and top - now you let the elements take you, completely nude and waiting for the world to change around you. 

It was freeing to be in nothing, no confinements of clothing keeping your actions at bay - it felt so lovely to be free. Right on cue with your naked being, the steam from the water rose quickly - aiding the bubbling in their clusters. Reaching forth you turned the stainless beskar knob off, the aroma of lavender and citrus filling your nostrils. You pulled your foot up to test the water, instantly feeling your muscles loosen. It did not take long for you to sink into the bath, humming out with pure joy.

Involuntarily your eyes closed with ease, making you rest your head against the siding of the porcelain. Just as you felt yourself fully relaxing into the hot water, the sliding door to the bathroom opened, revealing one barely clothed Mandalorian - helmet and all. Tired eyes met his appearance, only causing you to smile softly at the nature of the situation; This night would change it all, the dynamic of your relationship would hit a peak in which you both were ready for, it would all be perfect. "Hi," you gently let out with a content hum, smiling up at your companion with ease. Din nodded in your direction as the lights from the fireflies illuminated the room, some candles already lit cascading over you with a warm glow. You looked ethereal to Din in this moment, a perfect picture of relaxation. How the bubbles crested right above your breast made his heart soft, and his body hard. Nothing, and he means nothing, could ever be so beautiful in his eyes - all expect for you. 

"Hi, mind if I join?" The question sounded skeptical releasing from his mouth, like Din was unsure you really asked him to do so earlier. But the tender smile you gave him spoke measures, letting him know it was okay. You picked your head up from the siding of the tub and push forth, letting your head hunch and slide to make room for your companion. "Please, keep your eyes closed. I am going to blow the candles out, and release the fireflies." Never did a companion of your ask for you to keep your eyes closed - for Din though, you'd do anything.

Obeying his command, you screwed your eyes tight - letting your other senses come into play. The hiss of his helmet releasing made your body quiver, sliding the heavy beskar to the tiled floor. Is this really happening? Were you really about to bathe with Din? Scooting your body forward to make space for him, you let your head rest against your perched arms - humming at the contentment you felt. Shuffling could be heard from your side as Din maneuvered his body, trying to keep the water from flowing over. The first strike you felt was his knee falling against your back, sliding almost comically as you were pushed forward - a small yelp escaping your lips, followed by a small squeak of a giggle. "I'm sorry!" 

Din let out profusely, trying to regain his composure as he slowly sank into the warm abyss of the bath. All you could hear was a moan of relaxation seeping from his mouth, his legs resting around yours in the oversized tub. What came next surprised you more than anything; Din brought his hands forth and placed them against your hips, grounding yourself whilst aiding you back. If there was one thing Din loved more than bounty hunting - it was skin to skin contact. Nothing was more intimate, nothing was more personal; Vulnerable. You could feel the race of his heart against your baren back, bumps arose across your supple skin - finally giving way to the passion locked behind solid beskar.

"How does this feel?" You managed to let out, resting one hand against Din's thigh as the other comes to rest upon his shin, drawing small circles onto the golden skin. Leaning your head back, Din took the perfect moment to rest his head against your temple, keeping his hands stationed over your hips and thighs - not wanting to intrude if you did not feel safe. "Peaceful. I haven't had that since - well, ever." You could hear the slight broken nature of his words, a small quiver releasing as he came to terms that this was okay - that there was no danger upon the two of you. Life was subtle, quiet - in the breeze of Naboo there was no danger lurking around the grassy hillside. For the first time in forever, the two of you were safe. 

Pressing your head against Din's, you let out a shaky breath accompanied by a smile, lacing your fingers against his on your hip. "Good, you need this. We need this." The insinuation on we made Din suck his breath in, body going rigid under yours. From this position you could feel the straining of his half-hard cock pressed against your backside, more-so in tune with his muscular thighs. One hand snaked around to caress the inner portion of your thigh, as the second hand came to rest flush against your lower belly. "Can I speak my mind for a moment?" Din let out, barely above a whisper - but with his forehead directly against you, it was impossible to not hear it.

"Always, Din." There was never a doubt in his mind that you would tell him to stop, to keep it at bay instead of letting it out. You always listened to him, cared for him, made sure he was feeing confident and safe. In this moment he wanted nothing more than to let everything out he has been bottling up these last few days - weeks even. Ever since Din first laid eyes upon you, he knew you would be his. Din knew, you would last. You could sense something was out of sorts by the way his hand ghosted to your side, wrapping the meat of his forearm around your belly, hauling you closer onto his lap. Din needed you, he needed to feel all of you in order to realize, you were real - not some sick part of his imagination. 

He always felt as if things were never good enough for him; When he got too comfortable, something was always ripped out from him. If anything happened to you, or him, he wanted you to know how you made him feel. "Nothing awakens a more paternal feeling in me than seeing how you handle Grogu." Of all things the Mandalorian was capable of speaking, this was what took you out of your own head, and placed you within his. Din was a made man internally, the nature of his words were something straight out of your dreams, making the core between your thighs run molten, and hot. Taking you a bit further was the feeling of his plush lips pressed against the shell of your ear, slipping a ragged breath into you. "Seeing you with my son, something feral wants to come out. Does that scare you?"

Never, is all you could think of, but words escaped you in the moment. Instead of directly responding to Din's words, you instead let out a sultry moan - clamping your teeth down against your lip in hopes to mask it. But alas, with your luck Din heard, and it was enough to make him chuckle - watching you with immense passion. "Look at me, cyar'ika," the Mando'a slid right off of Din's tongue with gentle ease, only causing more of your slick to seep into the waters below. Obeying the command of the Mandalorian, slowly you craned your neck to stare at Din, darkness flowing through the night. Though you could not see him, you could sense him, and that is what mattered most. But you were taken by surprise when Din illuminated the room with his light beacon, sending a glow of fire throughout the spacious room. 

Each speck of the light reflected off of the multicolored bubbles, causing your heart to grow fond, and your stomach to flop with anticipation. As Din brought the beacon up, all you could do was marvel in his beauty. Lush, brown locks mended into curls upon his head looked so plush - you wanted to run your fingers through it. The furrow of his brow, causing faint lines to spring across his skin. A soft radiation of mocha coming from his eyes made your body burn, but not before those rose colored lips parted - delicate pink tongue draped across the chapped skin. "See me for who I am, not what I have done. See me, in my feral state."

You felt as if this was a bit out of character for Din, being so poetic and immersive - rather than stoic and blunt. It was nice to see him in more of a lax state, whether it was due to the bubbles, you, or just being out of the cramped ship. The man covered in beskar steel, was more than he let on; Passionate and fiery with appreciation. You lit something within him that could no longer be contained. Din Djarin, was about to show you what was up. Pressing your forehead's together from your shoulder, Din brought his hand down to gently cup your lower belly once more, rubbing his large, calloused fingers over the soft skin. You couldn't help but to whimper at the sensation, causing Din to gasp lowly. To spur the man behind you on, softly you puffed out your belly, letting your eyes fixate of Din's gorgeous face. It was impossible to not see the glint of possessiveness in his eyes, or to feel how grip growing stronger. He slid the wet hand against your puffed out belly, rolling his hips up to you, chasing the feeling of you. 

"There is nothing more I wish to see than you round with my child, to carry my ad. To help Clan Djarin grow." Each word that came from Din had you reeling, his hands exploring every inch of your wet skin while your body sank into him. You parted your thighs in a haste, wanting to feel Din more than ever before, wanting him to make do on his promise, and give you his seed. "You have my blessing, Din. Let me carry your child - our child. Let us be the parents ours never got to be." That was all it took for Din to lose himself; You sent him over the edge so quickly.

Din wasted no time in propping your hips up with his own, dragging the blunt head of his cock through your sopping folds. The sensation in itself felt like pure bliss, knowing you were ready enough for his member to slip right on in, making home within your cavern. The notch of his thick head against your opening made you shudder, but aiding in the relaxation was Din's mouth on your neck, sending slow, intricate kisses over the skin - making you yearn for this man. It was enough of a distraction that you sunk fully onto his cock, letting a string of whiny moans slip past your lips. 

"Good girl, just feel. Take it in, you're so warm." Din was spurting off babble enough to make your body ignite. The way he stretched out your cunt felt like home; Warm, safe and secure with no imminent threat of danger. From how Din was hugging you from behind, you could tell it was the exact same for him as well. His bare face rested in the slope of your shoulder and neck, peppering soft, sweet kisses to the skin, letting you accommodate the new feeling. Bringing your hands up, you laced them through Din's curls, feeling every inch of his hair as if you were one with it, tugging lightly at the nape. It sent a shock through Din's system at the feeling, aiding in him slowly thrusting - trying to fill the space between the two of you. Two bodies melded into one, connected forever by the base - there would be no going back.

The few elongated thrusts that Din provided you at first felt like fire; Scrubbing your walls with such lovely passion, it felt as if you would die from that alone. The hilt of his cock brushed right against your cervix, sending a wave of a painful pleasure through your orifice. "Shit, Din you - you feel perfect," you moaned with a squeal, digging your nails right into his scalp. Every groan and grunt Din let out of his mouth felt like touching the clouds - euphoric and blissful in this current state. No man has ever hit such deep depths within you, not like Din could. The way he worked your body like a piece of gold was alluring, and sensual. Just Din hearing that he felt perfect, was enough to spur the stallion on. Din took that as a cue to speed up, letting his hips snap a bit quicker into you; He wanted to make love, not just have a simple fuck and dual-parenthood. 

"You are going to be the most gorgeous buir that has ever graced the galaxies. The most beautiful riduur that I have the pleasure of conceiving with." You had to admit, hearing Din speak so clearly in Mando'a to you was like floating above the stars and space, seeing the bright sunshine peering out into darkness. Din was filling that blackened void of despair you had come to find a part of yourself. He was fixing you from the inside out, molding you into everything you wanted to me.

"I cannot wait until these fill with milk to feed our child. So pretty, so big. When they hurt, and our babe is full - I will drink to relieve them." If this was anyone but Din stating this, well he would be on the floor in a pile of his own blood. But to hear Din admit this, to admire you while you were at his mercy, was everything you could have wished for and more. To have him fully, like no one else ever will - was special. This was going to be worth it in so many ways - to give Din the child he has always wanted, but to grow the family by two now. "You will be worshipped everyday. Pregnancy will look gorgeous on you. Pushing my seed deep within you, right up until it officially takes." 

Din knew how to put you on cloud nine easily, and effectively - tossing your high up in the air and trying to catch it blindly. every solid thrust the Mandalorian gave you, sent a shockwave of pleasure rippling through your core. You could hear the sopping wet sounds of your cunt clenching around his thick member, aiding in the aggressive thrusts he had you take. This was a moment, something so magical and enticing, that you never wanted to end. A beautiful dream in fact, one made up of equals parts love, lust and acceptance. Two orphans finding themselves within each others bounds, chasing the feeling of want and need. Destiny lined this moment up perfectly for the two of you - making sure that this would be ever lasting.

Tilting your head back, you rested it flat against Din's shoulder - turning to see the facial hair coming in coarse, yet soft. He pressed his cheek to your temple, taking in the scent of lavender and lust on your skin. This only caused Din to speed his hips up at a jarring rate - driving his thick length deep within your wet cavern that you knew, you weren't going to walk straight for the next few days. With turning your face towards his, finally you knew were enveloped in the most loving, passionate and strong kiss anyone has had the pleasure of placing upon you. A gentle mix of every emotion possible flowed through your system. 

Immense pleasure surging from your cunt as Din thrusted faster, mixed with his loving kiss made you melt right against him. To your own surprise, Din proud his free hand down to rub steadily at your clit - loving how you gyrated against him to meet your mark. It was a given now, neither one of you were going to last long at all - your eyes peaking up from behind dimmed lights. Your ears were on constant alert of hearing Din's sensual moans, his raspy pleasure seeping out. In fact, you almost missed the Mando'a he murmured as he trailed his lips down to your neck, suckling sweetly on your moist skin; "Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde." What you did not realize, were those were Mandalorian vows - meaning if you stated them back, you would be Din's wife.

The implication of his words caused your stomach to crest; Burning lust in your lower belly exploded as Din stilled his hips. There was rocked silence, only the gentle waves of the bath tub could be heard as you two reached your peaks. Din placed his slightly chapped lips against your ear, whimpering gently as his voice broke. "That's it, take it." Each and every vowel he let out caused your body to seize over and over; Cumming from this man's own language made you feel so much a part of him, as was his seed lining your walls. Each pump of his cock as he slowly rid out both of your highs, caused your cunt to ache. Each stroke of his cum painting your delicate cunt was unmatched to any pleasure you have felt before. Knowing now, you were going to bear his children. "You're so good," was all you could manage to moan out, before slumping back against Din's sweaty body. His hand retreated from your clit, as his hips finally stilled. Din relaxed under you, letting his cock soften within your cunt. Bated breaths mixed with the gentle hum of the fireflies swarming around the room - creating one of the brightest, yet softest moments you two would always remember. 

There would be no going back now, you were going to carry his child. Din brought a wet hand up to caress your cheek, pushing some of your hair behind your ear, catching his breath with yours. "I am going to promise you this; No one. I mean no one, is going to take you, or our child away from me. And I, will never let anyone take me away from you. We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors."

And just like that, you were now the wife of the Mandalorian, his strong riduur who he would never part with.

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🖤 - praise and size kink with remus the night before a full moon. You don't have to do it if you don't want to!

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Warnings: +18 only, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, fingering, rough sex.

Remus has a hard time controlling his most carnal instincts the night before the full moon.

You know that he's a werewolf, but it bothers you why he pushes you away the day before the full moon. You don't understand.

So one day, you confront him, and he's still hesitant, "It's hard for me the day before."

Insisting that you want to help him, that you want to be beside him, you finally persuade Remus and he says you can come over the next evening.

"But I want you to leave if you ever become uncomfortable."

Not understanding his concern, you nod anyway, happy to know that you'll be beside your boyfriend during his hard times.

Everything starts out perfectly normal, you were munching on some takeover, drinking some wine listening to some music Remus had put on.

But as time passes you notice Remus starting to become restless, constantly fidgeting and moving around the room, excusing himself to the bathroom far too many times.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes have something carnal in them, something feral, "I want you so bad, baby girl."

It's completely normal, you have a very active sex life so you don't think anything is out of place. You move towards him, and Remus flinches, holding his hands up.

"No, you don't understand, I won't be able to control myself."

And you can feel your body humming as a response, "Then don't."

All control that he had instantly evaporates, and in a flash, he's on top of you, pinning you against the sofa with his body, his hands roaming everywhere as he attacks your mouth.

You can't help the moan escape your lips when his large hands envelope yours and pull them above your head, holding them in place with one as the other starts ripping off your clothes.

"I love how you wriggle underneath me, so helpless and powerless."

He gropes you and bites you, creating marks all across your body, to let the world know who you belong to.

When he rubs his cock against your aching entrance, you whimper, begging him to push in.

"Please, I need you. You feel amazing when you're inside of me."

"Tell me how you feel," he growls, letting go of your hands and uses his long fingers to play with your clit. You've never seen him like this, so demanding, so feral.

"it feels like it's my first time whenever you fuck me. You're so big."

He pushes a finger in and you moan louder.

"Tell me more."

"You're so big Remus, you fill me up so much it hurts."

His finger is gone and before you can protest, he's pushing in, slowly easing himself into your entrance.

"I'm not even all the way in and look how you're whimpering. So small and tight."

He loves how tiny you are, how he can easily grab you, change positions, lift you without even breaking a sweat.

Every single time, he has held himself back when he enters your tight, wet cunt, but today he doesn't have an ounce of control left within him.

He loves to rip you open, watch you furrow your brows, trying to adjust to his length.

"That's it, take it like the good girl you are. You look so pretty with my cock buried deep in your cunt. So beautiful."

You're a sobbing mess when he starts fucking you with a pace you've never known he was capable of before.

He loves to see the outline of his hard cock through your stomach as he moves in and out of you.

"Such a good little girl," he grunts and you almost come by his words alone.

Remus fucks you mercilessly for hours until you both grow tired from the multiple orgasms you've both had. He falls asleep, and you decide you're never leaving him alone again the day before a full moon.

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ᴀ/ɴ: I am already back with a new fic for Sam. I am in a groupchat with some amazing people and I decided to write some ideas out that were thrown around. I hope you enjoy! Maybe I will do Alex or Elliott next... Anyway, thank you so much for your time! ✧

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Reader (afab)

ᴡᴄ: 3884 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: alcohol consumption, drunk sex, doggy style, cursing, unportected sex, drooling, exhibitionism, public setting, teasing, creampie, hornyness all around.

Sam’s mouth was watering, and the sole reason for it was you. Sam had fallen in love with you the moment you had stepped foot into Pelican Town yet had never managed to utter a single word about it. But now, the blonde was absolutely hammered, and that allowed him to shamelessly stare at you. Pupils blown, chest heaving and falling quickly, his eyes were focused on your ass while you were bent over the pool table, focused on your next shot in your game with Sebastian. The only thing that kept him from dropping on his knees and begging to be allowed to suck on those slender fingers wrapping around the cue was the fact that he still wasn’t sure if you liked him back.

When you wiggled your butt a little, a small groan passed his lips. It was desperate, and rough, making the attention of the room fall on him. “Are you okay, Sam?” You asked, worry in your voice. “Yeah…yeah…Yeah, ‘m fine… just gonn…you need help, dontcha? Winnin’ against Seb, I mean,” he slurred, pushing himself up on his legs, steadying himself using the pool table. Sebastian cocked his pierced brow; Sam sucked at pool when he wasn’t drunk, and now he was absolutely shitfaced. What help could he be?

Sam placed himself right behind you, pressing his crotch against you a bit, hoping – no, praying – that you didn’t catch on that he only did that to feel you against his growing buldge.

Though you were a smart girl. The feeling of his erection didn’t go unnoticed, but you kept up your pokerface. “I guess I could use a little help,” you murmured, voice coated in innocence. You leaned forward, smiling up at the oblivious Sebastian. “Sorry, I told you I haven’t played in ages,” you explained, directing the black-haired man’s attention back to the game. He shrugged nonchalantly, waving off your comment and watching you adjust the cue, but Sam had seemingly become hyper focused. He leaned over you, shaking hand gripping your wrist. He was so close, so close to you. He could smell you and feel you. If his mouth was watering before, now it was drooling. He had dreamed of this so often, having you bent over under him, and now he had, and you didn’t even notice his ulterior motives.

A thought that was disproved when he felt it. You pressed your ass against him, circling your hips just ever so slightly to cause friction. An accident? Sam didn’t care. The whine that slipped couldn’t be caught anymore; the despair obvious. The need to beg for you to at least let him feel you for one night, even just a single hour, maybe just put the tip in you if that was all you wanted to give, hanging onto his tongue by a thread. The only thing that kept him from speaking was a pair of attentive eyes that were placed on him.

„Ugh, drunk like that? It’s best he sleeps on the couch here, Jodi’s gonna flip otherwise… and I doubt I can drag his drunk ass up the mountain.”

“‘S…’s a bad position,“ Sam slurred in a weak attempt to explain himself, but he didn’t even really care. He cared about you, boxed in-between his wobbly arms. He could lean down, kiss your neck, suck on it. Leave his wet marks all over you – and who would stop him? “He’s right,” you mused, shifting yet again. This time you rubbed your ass from side to side as if to figure out how to stand, making sure to add pressure against his dick. Sam was creaming in his pants by now, his knees wobbling as he lowered his head. He licked his lips, hot breath hitting your neck.  The goosebumps that appeared made him want to drool all over you, but still, he cleared his throat and guided you into a sloppy shot. Trying to stay strong, not to make it too obvious. But fuck, your gentle grinding into his cock, the way you pressed into him – he swore his cock was about to burst right then and there for you, and if you kept it up, he’d cum in his pants in the saloon.

“Damn, Sam. You wanted to help her win, not make her lose. Maybe you should step back,” Sebastian grunted, an obvious edge to his voice, yet he would have never expected his best friend to actually growl at him in return. That was the only way the sound that radiated through the blonde’s chest could be described; it was deep and rough, almost threatening. Possessive, even.

While it shocked the other man, it sent a shock straight through your whole body. It was enough for you to put your cue away and stand up straight, giving Sebastian a small smile. “I think it’s time we get Sammy boy here to sleep.”

Perfect.

“I’ll take him to the farm, then. Until our ways part we are about halfway there, you can help me drag him.”

Sebastian sighed dramatically, but put the cue away, which probably signalled his agreement, or at least you decided to take it as such.

Both of you draped one of Sam’s arms over your shoulders and made the strenuous way up to your farm, Sebastian stubbornly staring ahead, while Sam was slumped between you. His cheeks were red, but the way you looked at him made him wheeze. The look that he gave you, so lustful and horny, eyes drowning in need, made your legs buckle every now and then, straining a grunt from Sebastian that now had to basically drag two whenever you did. “You sure you want him on your farm? I can stay over-“

“No,“ you interrupted, flashing him a quick, reassuring smile. “You’ve got to work with Robin tomorrow, and she will freak out if you’re not there. Besides, I have a guard dog, and if this fella acts up, he’ll be sent to the doghouse.”

Sebastian smiled a little and nodded, the thought of Sam sleeping in a small hut clearly bemusing him. Smacking his friend on the back, which almost sent the poor boy tumbling over, Sebastian turned. „Behave, you hear? Or I gotta whoop your ass.” With that and a wave, he began to make his way home.

Silence.

“So…,” you began when Sebastian’s silhouette had blended into the deep night, looking at the blonde hanging onto your shoulder. “What was all that about?”

“All…hicc… what about?”

“In the bar. You drooled on my neck.”  

Sam giggled at that, tilting his head back as his laugh became deeper. “Yea…that-…that probably was ‚cause I really fuckin‘ love you…an‘…an‘ cum in my fist every night thinkin‘ of fuckin…fucking you.”

If that wasn’t drunken honesty, you didn’t know what else would be. “But  I didn’t know hoooow to tell youuuu. So, don’t tell on me, m’kay? Don’t want ya to..hate me, ya know.”

Chuckling quietly, you pushed a strand of hair out of his, face, dragging your lower lip between your teeth. “You know who you’re talking to, right”

“Mh..course. My little farmer princess.”

“And you know what I did to you in the bar?”

“Mhhhhm. Was so close to cummin‘. Still…still am.”

“Do you know what could mean, Sam?”

“That… you suck even more at pool than me?”

You snorted, head tipping back as you laughed. Yoba, he wanted to lick down your throat, down your body, devour your cunt. He wanted to taste you so, so bad. He could have bet that you had the prettiest pussy he would ever lay eyes on, and he would make sure to worship it. With slow licks, the fast ones, by spelling his name on your clit and with your legs over his shoulder so he could get into as much contact as possible.

“No, Sam. I’m into you. I have been for a while. Didn’t you ever notice me flirting? Not even when I told you you should show me what else those fingers can do than play guitar.”

You could literally see the corks in Sam’s head reeling, trying to connect the dots of the information that had just been relied to him. “So…ya…like me back?”

You rolled your eyes, deciding that in this state, only actions seemed to count for Sam. Words took too long to process. You leaned down to kiss the man deeply - an opportunity he leaped at. His tongue immediately dragged over your lips, coating them with the taste of alcohol. The moan that left you was to his advantage, he shoved his tongue into your mouth clumsily, letting it run over yours, licking at it as if he was starving. His hands had found your body for support to stop himself from swaying back and forth. “Need ya…need ya so bad. This kay?“ He slurred against your mouth, pretty blue eyes staring at you, begging you without words.

You bit your lip and tried to steady Sam again, “Come on, let’s get to the farm, we can…we can-„ Sam’s mouth hit yours again, his teeth sinking into your lips gently. You moaned again, tugging at his hair, but your surroundings made you pull away and tug at him him. “Let’s get to the farm, I need you,” you ordered, setting a rather fast pace for drunken Sam.

He whined, begged and pleaded, but in the end, he strolled with you, legs buckling and wobbling, and the lack of blood in his brain seemed to make the short path to your house even longer. The fabric of his clothes rubbed against his buldge so uncomfortably, and the way your hips swayed when you walked brought him close to tears. He wanted you. He had wanted you for so long, he couldn’t wait any longer.

The moment you reached the bus stop, Sam dropped to his knees, almost making you fall over due to the sudden weight shift. “Sam! What are you doing?”

“Fuck…fuck, please. ‘M beggin’ you. ‘M so fuckin’ hard…it hurts so bad…shit, you look so pretty for me,” he gasped, rutting against his hand that he had rested in his lap. The moonlight hit you so perfectly…you looked so amazing. Amazing enough for him to throw his head back, now gripping his length through his clothes. “Pretty please,“ he added, helplessly looking up at you. You bit your lower lip again, your own knees growing weak. You could feel the wetness pool between your legs, and it was hard for you to not just let him have his way with you.

“But what if anyone is gonna see us? We can’t risk being caught. It’s not that far anymore…”

“No! No one will see us!” Sam cried, “I promise…promise I’ll be quick. I’ll be quiet. Anythin‘, princess. Pretty please. I beg you. Please. I’ll be good. Just…please.”

You seriously doubted the value of a completely horny, drunk and in love person’s opinion, but before you knew it, you found yourself on your knees, kissing Sam sloppily.

The blonde immediately pounced on you, pressing his crotch into yours, his hands seemingly everywhere. “So pretty,” he panted against you, kissing down your jaw, down your neck, and then he already lapped at your throat. You seemingly felt him everywhere at once, making you moan out lowly.  That only urged Sam on more. He wanted more. He wanted to hear you, smell you, taste you, feel you. He wanted you. No, he needed you.

“You know how often I’ve dreamed of fucking you?”

It was just a murmur against your neck on which he greedily sucked. “How often I’ve dreamed of holdin‘ you in my arms? Pretty baby, makin‘ you all mine.”

Sam had seemingly sobered up a little but that didn’t help much – he was was already intoxicated by you again.

He tugged at your pants and at his at the same time, trying to get them both off at the same time, causing you to laugh out breathlessly. He gave up his attempt and back, licking over his lips.

“Need you so bad,” he repeated while he unbuckled his belt, struggling out of his pants.

You licked your lips and opened the button to your pants much slower, pushing them down your long legs centimetre by centimetre. Blue eyes were glued on you; Sam’s mouth hung open as he watched you, tongue hanging out just slightly. He was pretty sure you could see his dick throb against his already wet boxers, but fuck, who cared? He sure didn’t. The hunger in his eyes made you shiver, no man had ever looked at you like he did, and you were sure he was already fucking you in his head.

“The panties,” he stammered, making you grin to yourself. “The panties. Please, princess. Take them off. You’re so wet already, fuck, please, I- am pretty sure I’m gonna die if you don’t.”

“You mean these?” You teased, gripping at the waistband and letting it snap against your hips. The blonde groaned, the force of the sheer lust hitting him almost making him drop forward again.

“You want them off?”

He nodded, eyes yet again filled with tears. “Yoba, please, yes…need…need to see your pussy.”

“Then take them off.”

Sam was incredibly quick to move, much quicker than you had deemed in the range of possibility, he did have a lot of drinks, but he was on top of you the moment you gave the go. He pushed your shirt upwards and messily pulled your breasts from your bra, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. He trailed his tongue around it, before switching sides, his hand trailing towards your panties already. He let his finger glide along your slit over the fabric, growl escaping him upon feeling your wet spot. “All that teasing gotcha wet, huh?” He hissed, biting your nipple gently before he slowly licked down your cleavage, staying in-between your breasts for a moment longer, just inhaling deeply and leaving his love bites. You smelled so good, so sweet; it was hard to not get lost in his in his need. However, after a moment he picked up his journey again and licked down your stomach, until he finally reached the hem of your panties.

The night air began to fill with moans that tumbled out of your mouth, the eagerness you were treated with leaving your cunt pulsing. By now you felt a need similar to Sam’s, making you pretty sure you needed him all over you to ever think properly again, even though right now, you were far from it. He let his fingers run up to your exposed chest, gripping your nipples between pointer finger and thumb and rolling them gently. “Lift your butt,” he ordered, almost smiling to himself when you did. He gripped the lace of your panties with his teeth, slowly tugging them down. You shuddered when the cold night air hit your hot wetness, and Sam moaned lowly upon seeing your cunt.“ Look how beautiful. Such a sweet little cunt…all for me, isn’t it? All for my cock and me,” he rambled, having to sit back on his heels for a moment. The beauty of your almost naked body had him dangerously close to the edge, and he would have forever hated himself if his own dick cockblocked him right now.

“Sam-“

“Get on your hands and knees for me, pretty baby.”

You sucked in air through your teeth, eyes dragging down his body. He was hard as a rock, and you were sure his boxers were about to rip, so you slowly settled on your hands and knees. Maybe it was also because you just needed to be absolutely stuffed with cock.

You tried to wait patiently, even though your own need made that incredibly hard, but you couldn’t risk getting Sam distracted. His gaze seemed to burn holes into your back, making you shift around on your knees. Then you finally heard shifting and the gentle sound of skin smacking against skin.

“You are so ready for me, baby,” he murmured, his fingers spreading your drooling lips slowly. One of them pushed inside of you, low groan falling from his lips. He curled his finger and then thrusted it knuckle-deep, breathing in sharply upon feeling you basically pulling him in. You were so wet and warm… and he could finally get his dick into you. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to be ripped apart by the feelings tumbling around inside of him, and you were the only thing on this whole planet that would ease this ache he had for you.

You felt his finger leave you and whined, wiggling your ass in the air. Much to your surprise, a hand came down on your butt, forcing you to yelp out Sam’s name. “Teasin‘ me all night already,” he slurred, pressing his tip against your soaked hole. “And it worked…”

With that, he slowly pushed himself inside of you and the world seemed to disappear.

All he could hear was static, and the sound of his own heartbeat, mixing with your moans. He was pretty sure the world could explode and he wouldn’t have blinked an eye. All he could think about was how good you felt; despite only having the tip in, you sucked him in deeper already.

“This okay?”

You nodded eagerly, pushing back against his dick in a desperate attempt to get more. Yoba, you needed more. This time it was you that wanted to cry and beg for him, but Sam seemed to pick up your silent prayers.

His hips shoved forward eagerly; it seemed like your walls were made for his cock. You fit so snuck around him, cunt welcoming him with a wet sound. The two of you moaned and you had to rest your head on your arms to keep at least your butt up in the air for Sam, the promise of being quite long forgotten. Centimetre by centimetre Sam pushed inside of you, making sure to take his time, to really split you in two for him and only him. One of his hands was resting firmly on your hip, the other cupping one of your breasts. When he was balls deep inside of you, he abruptly stopped, his penis twitching violently inside of you. For a moment, you weren’t sure if he had just had his orgasm, and when you turned around you could see his eyes watering. You were about to ask, yet the thought was immediately cut off when Sam pulled back and rammed back into you.

Suddenly you could feel the weight of his upper body on your own as he angled himself to get better access to your sweet cunt.

“Mine, all mine,” Sam panted into your ear as he began to pick up a fast pace, humping you like an animal in heat. The sound of his balls smacking against your wet pussy and the way his pelvic bone hit your bare ass created sounds lewd enough for anyone within a kilometre to know what was happening. Neither of you cared.

You were a moaning mess beneath the blonde, and he was whimpering, close to sobbing your name. Sam sucked on your neck to mark you up, keep you away from dirty, greedy eyes such as his own, his cock bullying into you at a fast pace; your walls sucking him off so well. His eyes rolled in the back of his head when he felt you clench around him as he began to gently circle your clit.

“Like that, huh? Like when…I do this?” He snarled, licking his lips and kissing down your spine; a task that was rather hard given that his hard thrusts made your whole body shake.

“Sam!” You sobbed, trying to meet his thrusts desperately as if you just couldn’t get enough, and Sam was happy to deliver. He pressed you into his body and fucked into you as if his life depended on it, tongue hanging out and droplets of saliva falling on your back.

You swore you could see little fairies dance around you when Sam hit your sweet spot, this combined with his relentless spelling of his name on your clit made you approach the edge with fast steps.

Sam wasn’t much better – he was staring at his thick perverted cock vanishing into your pussy, spreading open your sweet little hole with each thrust. He loved to see how he forced wetness out of you with each thrust, and he swore to himself he’d make you cream.

“Sam, fuck, Sam! I’m gonna cu-cum!” You cried, the thought of if you could maybe wake someone with your needy cries for dick crossed your mind, but it quickly turned into arousal. You would love for people to hear how well Sam was fucking you, how mean he was to your cunt, snapping his hips back and forth mercilessly, accompanied by the sound of his skin smacking against your reddened ass that by now was sporting a red handprint. 

“Gonna cum, Sam, gonna cum!” You slurred, feeling his wet tongue trace patterns down the side of your neck again. White light flashed in front of your eyes, your toes curled up as you felt your face growing numb.

What the two of you didn’t notice was the text from Sebastian’s number that made the screens of your phones light up. Nice show. Make it less obvious that you want to fuck next time or send me videos so I can rewatch.

Sam’s whimpers and small groans had turned into dragged out whines, adoring how you let him fuck you out here near the bus stop. He wanted people to hear you. Show them you were his and his alone. He would have loved for each of the guys to see him ruining you, so they’d keep their hands off. Seeing how his cock vanished inside of you with each thrust, how his precum and your juices were mixing together, dribbling down his shaft. The thought of them seeing you sprawled out and crying for him and the feeling of you drooling all over his throbbing dick, begging for more was enough to push him over the edge.

His body tensed up, a cry of sheer pleasure was being bellowed into the night as his orgasm washed over him, his cock pressed deep inside of you. The feeling of his cum inside of you was too much. You sobbed his name, fingers wrapping around strands of grass as your body convulsed, the numbness that caught up to you soothing as you clenched around your lover’s dick, making it hard for Sam to move. The blonde gritted his teeth, his thrusts slowly slowing down as he hung his head; his breathing hard and laboured

You were lying beneath him, panting as well as your hand slowly searched for his. Upon finding it, you intertwined your fingers, and for a moment you two just sat there, Sam’s dick still buried inside of you, your hands interlocked.

“Round two when we reach the farm?” You whispered after a while, despite having his cum drip out of you as he pulled back slowly, making Sam smile like a lovesick puppy.

“Round two when we reach the farm.”

Masterlist

An overview of all the stories I wrote about Loki and Tom Hiddleston. Most of them are 18+. Please read the warnings before you read one of them.Requests are closed until I’m all caught up. If I have, then I’ll open them again. Thanks for understanding!

Last update: 02-08-2021 

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