Being A Jack Of All Trades Master Of None Is Actually So Awesome Bc I Can Make The Shittest Clay Sculpture

One advantage of not really having a strong sense of gender identity is that you’re very [shrug emoji] about how people gender you. Sometimes people call me by she/her pronouns and sometimes they go with he/him pronouns and on the internet people often default to they/them, and neither option is entirely right but also, fuck if I know what would be right, and I don’t particularly care. Therefore I’m perfectly happy to outsource my gender identity to the people around me who actually need to figure out which box to put me in. I don’t need to talk about myself in third person, so really my pronouns sound like a you problem.

Abolish for-profit health care insurance.

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Day 4: Tied Up

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Set between seasons one and two.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary:

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff and smut, romantic angst/tension, bondage, PIV sex, rope bondage, mutual pining

Word Count: 1,673

You had been tied up in the past before by other lovers, usually hands and/or feet bound by rope or binders. You had imagined going further, but you never met anyone who had ventured past the basic binding in bed to really explore that area. Or trust, for that matter. That is, until you met Mando.

You barely knew the man, and wouldn’t even say you had found him attractive when you first met. He was a giant wall of silver with very little indication he had much going on other than being a good bounty hunter and father figure to his green ward. It wasn't until you had witnessed the way the warrior had tied up his bounty and manhandled the creature into carbonite that the neutral feelings you had for him changed so dramatically that you nearly gave yourself whiplash. You hadn’t even noticed the way your thighs clenched at the sight, but Mando noticed. He always did. 

When your physical relationship started with the Mandalorian, it started the same way it had with others: in binders and rope. But unlike past lovers, you came to the realization that Mando had a few tricks up his sleeve that others hadn’t that added so much more spice to the act you know so well. 

If your legs were bound together, he’d throw your legs over one shoulder and bend you in half. If your wrists were tied in the front, you’d be manhandled to hold onto something above you as the warrior held up your body as if you weighed nothing and fucked up into you, hitting spots you didn’t know existed. If you had your hands bound behind you, they’d be used as leverage for the Mandalorian to fuck into you harder and faster from behind, the way your ass and breasts jiggled from the force would make your body ache for days after. It was glorious.

The ropes were always loose enough to wiggle out of if you needed to, but tight enough to get the job done. And that was enough. For a while. 

It wasn't that you were unsatisfied, Mando (or Din, as you’ve learned to call him) was a tentative lover who got off on your own pleasure. You couldn’t think of a time when you weren’t left satisfied. Or fathom there ever being one. Din knew your body better than you did, using old methods that were always certain to get you off, but continuing to find new ways to ensure that sex never got old.

But the longer your… whatever-ship with Din went on, the more your mind wandered to ways you could take the simple binding further. And you weren't sure which shocked you more: that you wanted Din to tie you up so tightly you couldn't move, leaving you vulnerable to take whatever Din gave you; or that you trusted him enough to have that kind of power. 

You hadn't noticed the soft sighs and prolonged glances you gave whenever Din brought out to use on you, but he noticed. He always did. 

You were so caught up in your own head that you hadn't even noticed how distracted Din had gotten both during sex and on jobs. It wasn't until Cara had asked where Din was did you finally notice his longer absences, and it was hard to not overthink it. Especially when you found out one day he had returned without seeing you and left with new pucks. 

After a month or two of little communication and only one quick sexual visit did you finally concede that Din was done with you. The rejection stung and humiliation sat in your chest, mocking you with the reminder that if you had asked Din to tie you up like you had wanted, the humiliation would be replaced with deep shame and you're glad you hadn't put yourself through that ordeal.

It's why you were shocked to find the Mandalorian darkening your doorstep well past midnight a few days later, his broad frame taking up the width of your door, his figure silhouetted by the darkness of your dwelling and the bright stars that painted the sky behind him. Without a word, he stepped in. And without a word you let him enter. 

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but the new rope that Din took from the bag Grogu normally warms was not on your list of top ten guesses.

It was long and thin, the red material appeared smooth in your living room's dim lighting. It wasn't anything you had ever seen before, and you couldn't help squeezing your thighs waiting for an explanation. For the distance, for the absences, for the lack of communication, and for showing up without calling you first.

And with a soft, "do you trust me?" crackling from the man's helmet, you couldn't stop yourself from answering back with a breathy "yes." The pain, the rejection, and the sting that had been haunting you the last two months were replaced with the trust you had for him and you figured you'd deal with the shame and humiliation of that choice later. If it ever came. 

You had never heard of shibari and weren't sure where Din learned it (not that you wanted to know and something told you you didn't), but it was everything you had wanted from past partners and were too afraid to ask Din. Yet, somehow, he had noticed. He always did. And you were a fool for thinking he wouldn't. 

That's how you found yourself on the floor of your bedroom, tied up in a way that left your naked body bent and exposed in a way that Din could use you any way you wanted. You were bent in half and spread in a way that exposed you to the world. The robe bound your wrists to your legs with intricate braids and knots, the kind made by nimble fingers and sure hands. The same hands that were stroking down your back and sides and grasping the flesh of your ass. You had never been more scared and horny in your life, your tentative excitement had you dripping wet without Din needing to even touch you. 

With you firmly on your back, your breasts swollen from the way the rope was tied around them, Din was able to slide home into your tight canal with little prep. Your groans entwined like a beautiful aria, but instead of railing you like he normally did, Din ground his hips against yours and set a slow but deep rhythm that punched the air from your lungs with each thrust. Your fingers and toes curled and your position forced you to look into the blank visor staring back, your cock-dumb reaction reflected back to you. 

Being unable to move, bent the way you were, with nothing else to do but take what Din gave you and stare up at him was the most vulnerable you've ever felt. It was as much intimidating as it was arousing, unable to look away even if you wanted to. You weren't sure what Din was thinking, or what inspired him to lean down and rest his forehead against yours, but it made sex with him this time around feel that much more intimate than just two friends with benefits trying something new in the bedroom. It was a feeling you welcomed wholeheartedly and you did your best to push your forehead back against his, eyes shutting.

The next thing you knew you were being flipped onto your stomach, your breasts squished against your chest almost painfully, Din's hand gripping your hair. You silently thanked the maker that Din had enough foresight to lay a blanket down on the ground underneath you just as he slammed home and fucked you like you were used to. The metal plates of his thigh armor dug into your bare skin with each hard thrust, his balls slapping against your clit in a brutal rhythm.

In this position, you struggled to breathe with how hard he was pounding down into you. Din curled up around you in a protective huddle, so close your fingers could graze his armor with every twitch of your fingers reacting to being fucked into oblivion, and the heat of his body radiated past his armor to cause goose bumps to litter your skin. An ungloved hand (when did he take the gloves off?) reached underneath you and rubbed your clit in time of his thrusts, aiding the slap of his balls against the sensitive spot already. You knew logically he had his helmet on, but his head was so close to your ear that it almost sounded like you could hear the unfiltered breathing and soft moans that were too quiet for the modulator to pick up.

Your orgasm hit you like a speeder bike, the pressure so intense you felt it push Din from deep inside you, and the gush of wetness along with the unique tightness caused Din to groan in surprise and grow rigid, his own release blindsiding him. You felt the hot gush of his cum mix with your own, the pressure causing both to leak out around his girth and down his balls and dripping to the floor below. He stayed like that, grinding into you, both of you catching your breaths and doused in sweat. 

Din rested his forehead against the back of your head, and you smiled when you felt his hand unclench itself from your hip and slide up to awkwardly hold one of your bound hands in his. You knew whatever happened tonight was new territory, one you'll have to discuss with Din eventually. But for now, the warrior was still rock-hard inside of you and you were ready to take whatever he was willing to give.

And maybe you will ask him who taught him how to do this so you can send them a thank you basket for leading up to the best night of your life. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

If the last bit felt rushed or wrapped up lazily, you're absolutely right about both. I got behind in this due to work drama and wanted to finish this before posting the next few stories but struggled with remembering how I originally wanted to end it. So please do enjoy, I promise the next two fics are going to be worth the wait I've had these filthy thoughts for at least a month now so suffer with me in horny jail on here.

xo

Billie

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Don’t assume malice. Assume ignorance. Life is easier, the world is kinder, and you can educate. Actual malice is pretty rare, I find. 

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Expectations

Din Djarin x Afab!reader

Word Count: 2,300

This is gift No. 2 for @pedrostories Secret Santa 2022 for the wonderful @prolix-yuy 🎁🎁🎅(Gift No. 1 here)

Her prompt was "Didn't go as expected"

Summary: Over time your employer becomes your lover. Din exceeds your expectations in every way possible. But when it comes time to finally see him...Din did not expect for you to be the one terrified to see his face.

A/N- for the sake of this story, the creed has no loop holes.

Warnings- 18+ mentions of fingering, oral and PiV. Injury. Time skips.

Din was never what you expected. When you went to work for him you expected the job to be short lived. He had a reputation in the guild for being the best but maybe not the most liked. You mistook his silence for callousness, when in fact, it was simply a sort of shyness.

"Are you afraid of me?" He flat out asked after weeks of you not mentioning things you needed, depriving yourself and keeping conversations short. He noticed.

"No. I don't know. I…I don't know…you're quiet and I don't want to piss you off. This is your ship, your rules, your credits." You sat in the dim hull on your makeshift bunk.

He shifts his weight before he speaks. "I'm used to being alone and I understand most people don't live as simply as I do. I'm worried…about you. We're partners now, I need to know if you need something."

Keeping things professional, you replied, "You're right. I'll be a better communicator. I'm sorry." But you were still surprised,"You worried about me?"

Din nodded, "I know you're here for your mechanical skills but I need you to have my back, can't do that if we're not…aligned. It gets dangerous out here." He motions between the two of you.

The next day you handed him a list and when you landed at your next stop he helped you get the supplies you needed for comfort.

It was so simple, but suddenly he was much less intimidating.

In those early days you did not expect him to be gentle. He was always so tough about his own injuries. He never even let you help him. You assumed he'd have a 'suck it up' type of attitude when you finally got your own that warranted assistance.

He heard you scream and he flung himself from the cockpit, down the ladder, to your side.

"What happened?" He was urgent.

You groaned through heavy breath, unable to answer. Unsteady on your feet.

"Look at me. Breathe. What happened?" He was calm, his hands rested on your shoulders. The timber of his voice grounded you.

"Soldering iron. I dropped it, tried to catch it, so stupid." You grunted. You shook.

"Let me see." He carefully pulled your clenched fist towards him. He attempted to uncurl your fingers. But the pain had your whole body in a knot. "Easy. Breathe easy."

You wavered and leaned into him, ready to lose consciousness. His voice was so gentle in your ear as he guided you to sit somewhere softer. Your eyes were shut tight as you rocked, trying to find a rhythm in the waves of searing pain in your hand that radiated up your arm, deep to the bone. You hardly noticed Din leave and return.

He spoke softly right in your ear. "Breathe steady okay. You're okay Kiddo. Look at me."

You opened one eye and looked into his visor, you mumbled, "Kiddo?"

"It just came out. What's that?" He pointed, you looked, drawing your attention away as he stealthily thrusted your hand into a bowl of something cool and slimy.

You squeaked but kept as still as you could. You leaned forward onto his metal chest. Your stomach lurched.

"You burnt the shit out of your hand. Dank farrik." He didn't sound angry, like you expected. He was concerned.

Tears fell silently down your cheeks.

His voice was comforting, protective, "Any better yet? Please say something, I hate seeing you cry."

You sniffled and looked at your hand that soaked in bacta. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your thigh before you watched him take his gloves off. He plunged his hands into the bowl of bacta and carefully uncurled your palm. You winced, "Ah!"

"Sorry, sorry, we need to make sure it makes contact."

You stared at his bare flesh.

"Did you think I was a different color?" He wiped the bacta off his hands with a towel. You could hear his smirk.

"I didn't think…I didn't think anything." You cleared your throat.

"I want you to lay down. Don't move your hand from this bowl." He brushed a stray tear off your cheek.

…

When the kid came along, that's when you finally got a full glimpse of the man behind the mask. You both needed no convincing it was the right thing to do. Saving Grogu. It didn't go as expected of course. He lost his tribe but he gained a clan. He gained patience. He didn't change so much as he revealed the paternal side that was always there.

…

Your first time didn't go as expected because it was unexpected. It just appeared, like arriving to a planet out of hyperspace. You knew where you were going, it'd been inching closer for months, but it still amazed you.

"The kid is asleep. Finally." You plopped down in the copilot seat.

"You're great with him." The streaks of hyperspace painted Dins armor. He watched you.

A slow smile crept over your face, "You're staring again Din."

"I know." He leaned back, his legs spread. His gloves were off. You both stared at each other in silence, calibrating your desires, synchronizing your heartbeats. In the silent void you found the invisible thread. It tied you to him and as though your body was on autopilot you found your way to his lap. His fingers slid into you as though it was their only purpose. Your mouth around his length was where it was always supposed to be. And when he finally entered you…the whole universe was an abstract concept except for the two of you.

…

Everything finally made sense. Except one thing. The Creed. Your love was clear, so you thought. But you had…a fear. You told Din one day you'd be ready. You'd let him show you his face. You expected to be ready but you're not and Din insists you are. You're on your way to Tython. He wants to show you now. The boy is sound asleep.

You're sobbing. The tears spill faster than you can mop them up. "I'm sorry. Din. I'm shallow. I'm a piece of shit."

His voice is low, "You're not. Don't say that. I..I just..I can't. My creed is my life and this is the way it is."

You want to rip your hair out, you pull on the flesh of your cheeks as you wipe away your tears. "What if…can I, maker it sounds dumb. Can I feel you? In the dark? Can I feel your face?"

"No. We've been over this."

"The only way, the only way, is if I vow to be the last person to see you? If you take off your helmet and show me, with my eyes or by touch, that's it. If I...perceive your face, I marry you or you're soulless and cast out?"

"Yes."

"How can you not see how cruel that is?!" You pace the hull. "You love me?"

"You know I do. You love me too. I know you're ready. Stop pacing!" Din raises his voice and clenches his fists.

"DON'T YELL AT ME!"

"I'M NOT! MAKER…" Din stops himself with silence. He fills the moment with a chuckle through his modulator.

"It's not funny."

"This isn't going how I expected," He huffs, "I'm supposed to be the nervous one here kiddo. I'm supposed to be scared." His hands rest on his hips.

"Aren't you?" Your face twists in wonder.

"No," he says with confidence. "What do you like? Tell me what you hope I look like."

You sniffle and stop pacing, "What?"

"You're a shallow piece of shit…" Din raises his hands, "Hey, your words. What do you like in a man, what is attractive to you?"

"What!? Really?"

"Really."

You sit on a crate and wipe at your drying tears. "You go first."

Din shifts and laughs under his breath. "Fine. Okay. I uh, I Iike green Twi'leks."

"Everyone likes green Twi'leks Din, they're beautiful people. Blonde, brunette, thin, fat…human Din." You roll your eyes.

"I don't have a type." Din flips his palms up and shrugs.

"That can't be true!"

He laughs as he speaks, "It is!"

You glare at him.

"You're my type." He crosses his arms.

You roll your eyes at him and try to hide your smile. "There isn't anything you can think of?"

Dins finger taps his elbow as he thinks, "Okay…well…Remember when you got your hair stuck in that rotator part and you had to cut it."

"Yeah?" You look at him confused.

"I thought you looked really beautiful with short hair. So…maybe that's a thing. But,I also like it this way. So…" He shrugs again, trailing off.

You shake your head, "How are you so impossibly sweet..." you sigh, "Din, that's too easy."

"Why?"

"Because hair is changeable. I can't change my nose or my eye color or the shape of my mouth. You'll be stuck with this face."

Din is quiet. He approaches and stands in-between your legs. His voice is soft through his modulator, "I don't want a different nose. I like your nose, your eyes…" you watch his hand and then close your eyes as his thumb grazes your lips.

"I like pale blue eyes," Din's hands rest on your thighs. "But I really love brown eyes. I like a full head of hair, sandy blonde or dark…mmm yeah, I like dark hair and brown eyes best," Your eyes are still closed. "I'm sorry but he's gotta have all his teeth."

"Benefit of the helmet, I have a perfect set and my nose has never been broken."

You open your eyes to meet his visor. You lean your forehead against his, "Din, I'm sorry. I'm just so scared of hurting your feelings and ruining your life. I wish appearance didn't matter to me, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't. Close your eyes again. Keep going."

"Ugh. How do you know? Fine. Thin lips creep me out. I love a strong nose. In fact a broken nose adds character…so…negative one point for you Mando," You feel Din back away from you.

"It's points now?"

"No, I guess not. I like a kind face, but I like strong features, and a strong jaw. I don't really like beards and messy whiskers all that much."

"But those things don't count right? That's changeable."

"Fair enough."

You hear a hiss and throw your hands up over your face and groan. "Din. Oh maker…Din." You start crying again into your palms. Your body shivers from the anxiety.

"You're the bravest, smartest woman I know," Din approaches and grabs your wrists carefully, "shush, come on, it's okay. Just touch. Okay? We'll go slow."

You steady your breathing, "okay…okay yeah, I can't believe this is happening. Okay," Din eases your fingers up.

"It's been awhile since I shaved…so, keep that in mind." Din brings your fingertips to his lips and he kisses them delicately.

You smile, you feel the grit of his whiskers, gasp and pull away.

"They won't hurt you."

Almost laughing, "Din I know..okay. I'm just gonna go for it." And with that you slap both palms onto his cheeks and he laughs. He pulls away and cackles. The tone of his laugh outside of the helmet makes you forget your fear.

He's wheezing, "Sorry, sorry, that was weird for me. This is…I'm a bit overwhelmed now."

And without realizing, you've opened your eyes. Din is catching his breath and looking to the ceiling. He's raking his fingers through his hair. His face is scrunched up to show all the lines around his deep brown eyes. His dark helmet hair sticks up at the crown.

"I'm an idiot," you say simply.

"You're…"Din looks from the ceiling, his eyes meeting yours,"not."

"I am."

Din stands frozen. He watches you watching him. Your tears fall silently now. Of course, this is the face that goes with that voice and that body.

You've patched him up. You've seen much of him. You've felt, most intimately almost all of him. Every part but where his creed forbids. That T visor has kept so much from you. You don't get to sleep by his side every night, you've never showered or swam together.

You raise your hands. You want to try again to feel his face. Din takes your cue and approaches.

You cup your palms over his whiskered cheeks. You swiped your index finger down the length of his nose.

Din closes his eyes, while you take him in with all your senses.

He wants to ask if he's what you expected. If you're willing to still love him. His mouth moves but no words come out. He tries again, "Am I…what you expected?"

You wrap your legs around his hips and run your fingers through his hair. You're excited, all the moments kept from you are in your future. "No."

"I'm sorry Kiddo."

"Why?"

"I'm not what you expected."

"Oh..oh Din. You're better." You laugh under your breath, "I'm sorry, I disrespected your creed, I get it...this is very profound. I'm unbelievably honored…unbelievably," You pull your legs around him tighter.

"You still love me?"

"For the rest of my life. I'll love this face, you, for the rest of my life." You kiss the tip of his nose and then his forehead, his cheeks. You drag your lips to meet his. He shivers. "Are you okay? Tell me."

Your foreheads touch as he nods, he speaks softly, "I…I really want to kiss you. But…"

You press your lips to his and take your time, kissing softly. You ease your tongue delicately in-between Din's lips and enter his mouth. Carefully he returns your favor. Your fingers weave into his hair as his beard scratches your face. You pull away, "But what?"

He smiles, "But nothing."

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