1. Dead In The Water By Spelles

I have two things I'm supposed to hear from tomorrow so fingers, toes, and eyes crossed!!

I hate it when you’re reading smut and you can’t figure out what position they’re in.

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."

Masterlist

The symbolism of the Mythosaur sleeping beneath the Living Waters on Mandalore just as the leader within Din is still sleeping, ready to be freed and to lead their people to freedom

Cave House | Ortahisar, Nevsehir, Turkey

been seeing a lot of this lately and all i gotta say is what the fuck

postcard c1910

I shall pass through this world but once, any good thing therefore I can do, or any kindness I can show to any human being, let me do it now, let me not defer it or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.

Kinktober Day 1: Dirty Talk

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Pre First Season of The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Innocent teasing takes an unexpected turn.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: dirty talk, mutual pining, non-con dirty talk (both are into it), some humor, implied smut

Word Count: 847

In the time you had known the man, you were certain The Mandalorian wasn’t fond of you. Tolerated you, yes, but fond? Eh. And you were fine with that. Although, at one point, you had wondered if maybe the metal man had a thing for you.

It had been earlier on in your working relationship that you had noticed lingering stares when he thought you weren’t looking and unnecessary touches when he passed you by. Always finding ways to look and touch, but just for a moment. Never anything longer.

You were the Guild’s go-to hacker and resident tech genius, the person one would hire when they needed to get into someplace they couldn't get access to or a second set of eyes. It was on a surveillance job for Mando when you accidentally spilled your freshly made caf on yourself during a job and noticed the way Mando faltered in his step through one camera you had hacked.

At first, you thought you had imagined it and shrugged it off as a glitch. Nothing changed between you and Mando after, so you let it go. But when another incident involving smacking your knee hard into the bottom of your ship’s control board left you groaning into your mic unintentionally, your eyes flicked up to the monitor that had access to a camera in Mando’s helmet in time to see the stutter in his step from his own point of view.

You couldn’t hide the smile from spreading across your face even if you wanted to.

If you bumped or spilled anything while on a job with him, you ensured any groan or whimper would be followed by a breathy “fuck” that was probably more sensual than needed but you couldn’t help it. Watching his reactions from the safety of your ship brought you more satisfaction than they should have.

The touches grew longer and bolder, and he stopped being as careful about his lingering stare. The mindful but short-lived interactions were slowly being replaced with needier tension that oozed off of the Mandalorian in waves. It didn’t take long for others to notice as well, but when you weren’t in the safety of your ship, you played the role of cluelessly uninterested well enough. Maybe too well.

The groans, moans, whimpers, and sensual swears walked so that sultry responses to any of Mando’s work-related questions over the intercom could run. Some weren’t dirty, just the tone, others you turned into innuendos whenever you thought was subtly appropriate.

“The power behind the thrust was remarkable. When entering hyperspace, that is.”

“Is that what you came for? It’s so big, how will it fit? In your bag, I mean.”

“Have you ever wondered what happens to nuts in space? I need to stock up on my rations and I just realized I’ve never gotten a container of nuts before.”

“In regard to taste, the teabag was better the second time around. Remind me to lend you some next time we meet up, I think you’ll like the flavor.”

Listening to Mando’s hitch and change in breathing, the adjustments in his steps, and the deeper his voice became while talking to his bounties after hearing you brought you all the joy you needed. You were sure to mute yourself when you touched yourself but eventually became bold with that as well.

At the end of the day, Mando was still a man and even warriors have limits. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that enough was enough, but it did when after a particularly sensual moan and many slipped-in innuendos later that you heard the Mandalorian say “fuck it” to himself and abandoning the stakeout he had been occupying the last twenty-four hours.

You ripped your hand from your pants as you tried to understand what was going on. Was there an ambush? Did the quarry flee? Fuck, you were hired to do one job and you might’ve screwed this up for Mando. In your panic, flipping through cameras near and within the bounty’s hideout, you missed how fast the Mandalorian was running or how he wasn’t heading in the direction of his own ship.

Loud, consistent bangs ripped you from your thoughts and the yelp that left you was humiliating, wondering if the reason Mando abandoned his post was that the quarry had somehow realized the warrior wasn't working alone and that his partner was parked on the other side of the city from where he was hiding.

A gasp left your lips when, instead of seeing the bounty, your eyes took in the tall and imposing figure of the Mandalorian looking up at you through your own camera. You smoothed your hair and caught your breath before lowering the lamp, prepared to bombard the warrior with questions regarding the mission when he pushed you against the closest wall, chest heaving.

"M-mando?" you tried to keep your thoughts clear and willed yourself to ignore how hard he was as he ground himself against your hip.

“You’ve played your game for too long, it’s my turn. Now strip.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE

I know it's not full smut, but I wanted to play around with this with literal wordplay cause I love it when people are able to make anything sound dirty and we all know Din would go feral after a while. I have a few of these written but haven't had the time to post so expect a few back-to-backs in the next day or so. See all you horny sluts soon enough! Enjoy, it'll get spicier with the other shorts.

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