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masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

No summary because I don't even know what to call this? All you guys need to know is that this fic is based on/inspired by the following asks [x] [x] [x] [x]

A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace (1999)

Massage Treatment With Kix

This is pure porn with an itty bit of plot. This thought came to me when I stumbled upon this GIF(18+ very NSFW) and I was feeling major Kix Vibes.

Let me know what you think :)

Summary: You are a medical assistant to Kix who has been working too much. Kix has noticed the increase tension in your body and offers you a massage treatment back at his place

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix x Reader

Warnings: PinV, unprotected sex, naked massages, slight authority kink if you look really closely, Boss/Employer relationship kinda, corny use of medical terms

Word Count: 2.4 K

A small thank you @deathwatchnightowl for giving me some ideas and getting this off the ground

It was only meant to be an innocent back rub. You had been working alongside Kix for countless hours tending to the men who came back from a rather difficult mission. Your neck was sore from constantly looking down at charts and leaning over to comfort some of the men who were worse off for wear. Every second you had you tried to massage the knot in your neck and the tightness in your hands.

Medic Kix had taken notice when you had just finished dressing a deep wound on Five’s chest. Of course he had to get himself hurt as always. You had stood up once done and immediately rubbed your neck which seemed out of habit.

“If I was able to move without crying I would be more than happy to release whatever tension you have, sweetie,” Fives flirted as you felt the waves of embarrassment flood over you. Kix pushed Fives back down onto the bed, making sure to press a little harder on the wound.

“Ow! What gives?!” Fives shouted as he glared at Kix

“You need your rest trooper and my assistant still has a lot more patients to take care of.” He responded sternly as you were shuffling around medical supplies, trying to look busy. You followed him out once he was done silently scolding Fives.

“He is right though,” he turned around to look at you, his hazel brown eyes examining you up and down, “You seem very tense. Come back to my place once your shift is over and I will try to fix those knots for you.”

You really didn’t think anything of it. You would be lying if you didn’t harbor a small crush on the pretty boy medic. But that was exactly what he was, a pretty boy. The one that always made the girls swoon, the one that could pick up whomever he wanted, there was not a chance in hell that he would be interested in you. So this is why you had decided without a second thought of going over to Kix’s place so he could work a treatment

This was how you ended up here now. You were currently lying on your stomach on Kix’s bed, shirt off as he firmly massaged your back. You were hyper aware of how your naked back was exposed to him, how he probably saw the little beauty marks on your back. You tried to distract yourself by taking in his room but only to be lost in his scent on his pillows and sheets.

Moving away from the knot to gently massage down your sides, his fingers then brushed up against the side of your breasts. He did not seem to notice as his pace and pressure never faltered. He did this a few times before deciding to stop and work on the muscles underneath your breasts. He wasn’t exactly touching your chest but he was close, the warmth from his hands teasing you as you tried to ignore the tightening for your nipples and the shiver down your back.

“You are tensing up again, are you alright?” Kix asked as he was slowly working a giant knot in your shoulder blade. He knew there was only a certain amount of times he could work on the knot before hurting the muscle more.

“I am fine,” you said quietly, not trusting your voice not to waver.

“Close your eyes and take a deep breath for me,” he ordered, his hands resting on your back.

You nodded, even though he didn’t see, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you felt him start working on the extremely tight knot.

“Now, breath out slowly for me.”

You exhaled slowly as ordered as you felt the knot release and you let out a groan.

“Finally, there we go, sweetie.” Kix praised as he worked his way down your back. He stopped mid back where the hem of your leggings rested. You always wore high waist leggings because you felt it did a good job in hiding your body’s imperfections.

“Do you mind if I remove these?” He asked.

You stiffened as your brain turned to static and blood rushed to your head, “What?”

“I can’t properly reach through the fabric. I have a towel, I won’t peak I promise.” He swore.

“Fine,” you huffed, squeezing your eyes shut as if that would allow you to disappear. You felt him pull down the hem of your pants, dragging them down, catching your underwear as he pulled them over your ass.

Indeed he was telling the truth when you felt the towel placed over your behind right before he removed the other clothing. Though, he failed to mention the actual size of the towel. It must’ve been those hand towels because it felt like it barely covered you. The skin of your thighs were still exposed and you could swear that it didn’t cover your entire behind.

You tried to control your breathing, reminding yourself that he was a medic, he had probably seen lots of butts in his work and he was just helping you. He probably didn’t even notice, there wasn’t much to notice anyways.

As Kix was done removing your bottom articles , he took in the sight of you naked on his bed. He took notice of every dip, the roundness of your thighs, the little dimples on your lower back. He was curious if his thumbs would be a perfect fit, if the dip in your back deepened when you arch your back. He really wished he could remove the towel just to take a quick look. He shook his head,trying to regain composure, as he went back up on the bed.

“Do you mind if I sit on your legs? It will be easier to work out the lower back.”

You nodded, you knew that whatever you would say would make you sound desperate for his touch and you didn’t want to be the one to create that tension.

You felt the weight as Kix’s body on you, his knees on either side of you as he rested just above your knees. Using his upper body weight, he pressed down along your spine, tackling every small knot. One particular area felt really good. You couldn’t stop and a low moan escaped you.

You covered your mouth, offering an apology and you began to feel even more insecure.

Kix laughed, “Don’t apologize, it would be pretty terrible if you weren’t enjoying it.

Kix smirked as he brought his hands higher up this time, he took notice how your thighs parted ever so slightly for him. With the towel still in the way he was not able to get a good view but he had a pretty clear picture of what was going on between your legs.

You bit your bottom lip, trying to keep yourself still. You were so embarrassed at how turned on you became just from a simple back rub. You let out a whimper that you prayed he did not hear as he massaged just below the fold in your ass.

“I don’t think I have gotten every knot, mesh’la,” his voice was deep and husky.

You kept your eyes shut, holding back another whimper. He moved his hands back down and slowly back up, this time not stopping at his original point.

“I wonder how tense you are right here,” he cooed as his thumbs brushed up against your soaked cunt, you let out a loud gasp as he inserted one finger into your weeping core.

“Oh baby, we are definitely going to have to work on this tension. What do you think?”

“Kix! No, I’m sorry!” you cried out, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. You were so ashamed of him noticing in but also relishing in the slight relief that his finger brought.

“Ssshh, there is nothing to be sorry about. It is a healthy human reaction,” he stated as he slowly moved his finger in and out of you. He removed the flimsy towel, not bothering to ask you for permission. He was graced with the site of your wet lips, as his soaked finger was being pulled into your core. He took in the roundness of your ass and how it jiggled slightly when you tried to move away.

With his other free hand, he silently pulled down his blacks to expose his raging hard on. The head was already swollen, red and weeping from the whole ordeal. He removed his finger which caused you to cry out in protest.

“Don’t worry, darling. I just need to work a bit more on this fabulous ass of yours.” He shifted further up you and you let out a squeal when you felt his naked cock on your ass.

“I have to say, mesh’la,” he teased as he kneaded your ass, rubbing his cock along your cheeks, “We are both healthy specimens, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your brain had shut down, all you could do was take in Kix’s warm, hard member as it moved between your ass cheeks. You moaned when you felt the beads of precum stain across your skin. He dragged himself across your body on purpose as the head slid down to your entrance, using his head to coat your wetness across your outer lips and thighs.

He kissed your lower back down to your left ass cheek and gave it a light nip. He grinned when he heard you yelp and watched you jump.

“I know these methods aren’t exactly textbook recommendations, but as my assistant I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind trying them out with me?”

“Maker! Kix, please, touch me again. It hurts!”

“Tsk, the idea wasn’t to hurt you, love.” he responded as he inserted two fingers into you again, separating them to open you wider, “Here let me get you prepared for the main procedure,”

You pushed your body back towards his fingers. Initially you were trying to match his movements and he eventually stopped, allowing you to just fuck yourself on his fingers.

“You are such a smart girl,” he whispered, stroking your leg, “You know exactly what to do, doing so well for me.”

You whimpered at each thrust, breathing labored as you continue to fuck his fingers.

“Kix, I think I need the main dose,” you cried, burying your face into his pillow.

Kix smirked, pulling out his fingers again, this time sucking on them to get a small taste of you. Gods, you tasted delicious, he took note for next time, as he adjusted your lower body. He lifted your hips as you brought yourself to your knees.

“I will be more than happy to,” he said, holding his cock as he aligned it with your entrance, “Let me know if anything is uncomfortable, alright?”

You finally turned your head to look at him, he still had his top on but somehow had removed his pants. His light eyes were now a shade darker, blown out with lust as you saw how wide his fingers were. You moaned, only imagining how big he actually was.

You didn’t need too much time to imagine as he pushed through your entrance and you heard him groan, “Fuck, should’ve, should’ve prepared a bit more,” he joked as he waited for you to adjust.

“It’s fine,” you breathed, “Ngh, I am so full. The perfect size.” you winked before you dropped your head to his pillows.

Kix laughed and took this as a sign to move, he cursed as your cunt gripped him as he slid in and out. How were you so warm? How were you so tight? If he had known the effect he had on you was the same as him with you he would’ve taken you to bed ages ago.

You knelt there, taking the onslaught of thrusts from his cock. You could feel yourself becoming more wet as he started to move more easily within you. You knew you were for sure making a mess but you didn’t care. Kix was fucking you, his cock was more impressive than you ever imagined and he was making those sexy noises behind you because of you.

“I think, I think this is working, Sir,” you clenched around him at the word ‘Sir’

“I believe it is, darling. I can feel you loosening up,but not too much, just the perfect fit for my cock,” he gripped your hips, as he pounded harder into you. His skin slapping against yours as you were crying out his name.

“So, good! Kix, so good!” you gripped the sheets even tighter, a little worried that you would rip the sheets but you knew you could always just replace them.

His knees dug more into the mattress and he increased his pace. With the new speed he was now pounding directly over your sweet spot over and over again.

You tried to hold back, you tried to slow down the building pressure of pleasure but you knew it was futile.

“Kix, I am gonna cum, shit!”

“Yeah, you’re close, baby girl? Good, cause so am I. Cum with me baby.”

He gripped you even harder as you arched your back like a loth cat and screamed out his name as you clenched around him. Kix’s orgasm came suddenly due to your grip. He rested his forehead on your back as he crushed out your name, his hips stuttering as he came deeply inside you in large spurts.

You both collapsed together, him on top of you as you both felt the side effects of the orgasm.

Your eyes were closed but you had a wide grin on your face as you bathed in the post sex glow.

Kix gave you a kiss on your forehead, “Feel better?” he asked as he nuzzled your cheek.

You nodded, leaning into him. “Much, thank you, doctor,”

He scoffed, as he stroked your hair. He felt his cum leaking out of you but he didn’t want to pull out just yet.

“I don’t think we are done though?” he whispered.

“Oh?” you asked, nuzzling more into the pillows, “That was just a first round, I am not sure how many rounds we will need but I certainly know one treatment isn’t enough.

You felt the familiar tingles returning to you quickly as you groaned at the fluids leaking out of you.

“Well, I am here to assist you in as many treatments as you need.”

Kix laughed, as he felt himself getting hard again, “That’s my good girl.”

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👑 Din Djarin 👑

Father and son gazing at each other

reminiscing and thinking about how one of the reasons rogue one fucks so hard for me is bc the force is. like. just barely implied. to be there. jyn takes out her kyber necklace and prays for the imperials to let them pass. was that the force? was that just a happy coincidence? chirrut walks across a battlefield unscathed to reach the master switch. was that the force? just dumb luck? the rebels manage to escape vader by the absolute skin of their teeth. the force? sheer panic and willpower? like, hell yes. the force is in all living creatures, but how much of what happens in star wars is The Force, and how much of it is singular actions and sentient self-determination

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Pairing: Triple Frontier Dudes x F!Reader (except Tom obvs) Words: 5.5K Warnings: Rough smut. Cum eating. Semi-public sex. Dirty talk. Poly-ass relationship vibes. PTSD. Ass Play. Spit. SORRY. Wall sex. Pool Sex. Laundry Room Sex. Door Sex. We out here. Summary: Santi makes you play a game. A/N: same universe as Bloom. Idk if it's physically possible to keep this much cum inside you but we play fast and loose with facts on this here ole blog baby

It keeps happening.

You’re back on home ground. You’re back to paved streets and errands and bar hopping. You all sit around a table - the same one you always do. The bar is cloying - alcohol sweet with its sticky floors and unwashed bathrooms.

The air is hot - thick with tension as you try to act normal - act fine. Every one of them had been inside you - had licked your pussy and made you cum so often you can still taste it in the back of your throat.

You’d avoided them long enough. You’d needed some time as soon as the plane landed back in the states.

You weren’t upset. You weren’t sad.

You were just confused and a little embarrassed.

Now, all four of them are staring at you - their eyes leaving prints across your skin. Will is a hot mass of muscle beside you - his arm rubbing against your own as you shift in your seat. You have a beer in front of you and you touch the condensation - circle the bottle in your hands. You want to press it to your fevered brow - your cheek. You’re flaring with the memory of them.

“Sweetheart,” Pope murmurs and it makes you peer up at him. His eyes are dark - genuine - sparked with something. His voice is edged, matching the tone he used when he’d lifted you up against the shower wall and made you shatter on his length.

You bite down on your tongue - digging your nails into your thigh before Will stops you - folding his large hand over yours and squeezing. He meets your startled gaze head-on. His face bare and handsome.

“Are you alright?”

“Not really.”

Benny’s brow wrinkles. He scrubs at his bearded jaw. “We don’t have to talk about it.”

Frankie nods - fixing his hat as he regards you with concern. “We can forget it happened. We did what we had to do. We don’t - fuck - none of us see you differently.”

It’s not that. It’s not.

“We love you,” Pope finishes. Your belly clenches at that blunt remark. He’d confessed it so easily and yet you don’t know if it is rubbed in the flavor that you want - if he means it like friends or -

You shove the heels of your hands against your eyes.

“Hey,” Will soothes as he strokes your waist - the naked skin between the waistband of your jeans and the bottom of your t-shirt. “Hey - look nothing has changed.”

“Yes, it has,” you snap back. You’re close to laughing at this point - close to losing it. Tears prick behind your lids and fuck you’d absolutely die if you broke down in front of them.

“Was it really all that bad?” Benny asks in an effort to lighten the mood.

“Dude," Pope exclaims while Will elbows Benny's ribs.

Was it bad? Was it? No. Not at all. It was the most pleasure you’d ever felt in your whole damn life.

“No,” you admit reluctantly as you finally look at them straight - chin angled up and your shoulders set. You can’t lie to them. You can’t avoid them for the rest of your life. “It wasn’t bad.”

Frankie cocks an eyebrow before he reaches for your wrist - gently winding his fingers around the bones. “So what’s the problem, bonita?”

You swallow thickly. Fuck it.

“Because I want it again.”

***

It’s a 4th of July barbecue at one of Benny’s gym friend’s houses. It’s pretty packed. A lot of liquor. A lot of food. All of you together.

It’s been two months since you’d told them you wanted more - wanted them like you’d had them in that safehouse. They’d answered you by driving you back to Will’s and splitting you apart. You had shaken with the number of climaxes they'd rocked into you. The bruises. The stretch. The fact that every hole had been filled until you couldn't walk afterward. They'd scrubbed you clean - gingerly smoothing the marks they'd burned you with until you were ready to go again. They were inside you - engraved in your flesh and your tissue and the fleshy curve of your heart.

It hadn’t let up. It had only continued. Weeks packed with constant sex and a damn honey-sweet intimacy that had molded and carved your connection into something entirely new. It’s a hurricane - it’s chaos. You don’t really establish rules. You just go with it and it seems to have worked so far.

The party today would be another test - another event where you circled each other - waiting to nip or touch or taste. You had to play it cool - play it like you always have. These men are your partners - they are in your blood - riding it out as you pulse in time with each of them. It’s cosmic - it’s delicious - but it’s also highly fucking frowned upon by society’s standards. You don’t want Mary Greene from down the street clutching her pearls because Santi can’t stop kissing your neck when Frankie’s got his hand on your ass.

No one would understand and it’s not like you could blame it on a breeding drug that had made you require orgasms to fucking live. Nope. No.

You’d texted the group with clear directions:

You: No PDA at this thing.

Ironhead: Whatever you say.

Fish: Sure.

Benny: Not even a little touching?

You: No. These are my terms if you want to fuck afterward.

Benny: Fine.

Pope: You’re so cruel.

You think it’s peachy. It’s all settled.

You think that up until you pull up to the curb of the house.

It starts as soon as you step out of the passenger seat of Frankie’s truck. You can feel their eyes on you - burning across your bare arms and legs. You’re in a gauzy sundress - your flimsy swimsuit underneath.

Santi gapes at you before yelling: “Deals off.”

He marches right up to you, pinning you to the car door - the scent of him making you a tad delirious.

“Princesa,” Santi growls - his lips brushing over your ear as he wraps you up in a hug that transcends friendliness. “You really trying to kill us with that outfit?”

“Only a little,” you say - plastering an innocent smile across your face. “Also - it’s a pool party. What the hell else was I going to wear?”

“You’re gonna get it,” he drawls - subtly drifting his hand beneath your dress to cup your pussy through your bikini bottoms.

“Santi,” you hiss - your thighs clenching around his hand. “There are people.”

“We can be discreet, babe,” Benny points out from over Santi’s shoulder. “We’re kind of trained for that shit.”

You roll your eyes. “We can wait until after, you sex fiends.”

“Nah,” Santi says. “I think we could do it here - I think we could manage.”

“You’re serious?” you glance at Frankie and Will who are watching Pope practically finger fuck you against Frankie’s truck. He runs his knuckle over your covered slit - pushing into you. It’s out in the open - it’s under the hot beat of the sun and this is fucking dangerous.

“We haven’t had you in a while,” Frankie answers - quiet but still hungry. “I miss that sweet little - “

“Hey Mike!” you call out - shoving at Santi’s chest. He doesn’t even startle, just slowly turns around to glare at the poor guy who’s walking up the path to the house.

Fucking Mike,” Frankie grunts under his breath as if the guy had stumbled into you on purpose. Mike waves back before slowly dropping it to his side - paling at the way Pope is glaring at him.

You smooth your sundress over your thighs - fixing your hair behind your ears.

“Let’s go,” you tell him - them. “We can fuck after.”

But - as soon as you brush past Santi, his hand shoots out - gripping your arm and yanking you back to him. He catches your face between his palms before he crushes his lips to yours - his tongue wet and desperate as he pushes it into your mouth.

He releases you as quickly as he caught you - making you trip into his chest. His lips split into a blinding grin - smug as ever. “I think we should play a game, princess.”

Santi’s abrupt princess punches you somewhere soft. It doesn’t have that smooth, silky finish when he uses princesa or preciosa or querida. It’s because he’s not seducing - he knows he already has you.

You could say no. You could and they’d grumble but inevitably agree. They’d probably punish you later for it, but still - the boys would never do shit to you that you didn’t ask for or want.

You glance up at Santi - the silver around his hairline dripping into his black curls. His lips are sticky with your gloss.

“What are the rules?” you bite.

**

Your arms scrape across the gritty cement that surrounds the pool as you float against the side of it. It’s really too hot today - stifling. The water is cool though - it’s nice and pleasant. The smell of chlorine - the oily coconut balm of your lotion. Smoke from the barbecue wafts through the air - the abrupt nostalgic taste of summer. Benny has probably already eaten six cheeseburgers.

There’s a sudden weight against your back - the hard hump of a chest - a flat stomach. Will’s bearded jaw scrapes across your temple as he pins you to the edge of the pool.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs as he wraps a muscular arm around your waist. Will doesn’t use pet names often. He’s reserved - certainly more so than Santi and Benny. Frankie might be the only other one who isn’t as public about his affections.

You guessed he’d be the first. He’d been watching you closely from across the kitchen, his gaze following your movements as you made yourself a drink. His face dressed in a small amused smile like he was chewing on a secret. A couple of girls flitted around him - prodding him with questions and half-slurred commentary that he politely acknowledged.

“Mmm you didn’t want to stay and listen to what Emily had to tell you,” you tease as he drops his mouth to the side of your neck and sucks.

He chuckles. “Nah - I tuned out. Too distracted.”

Heat builds in your belly. Self-satisfaction.

There aren’t people out here. Most of them are in the living room, distracted by the current boxing match on television. There are a few stragglers sitting in deck chairs or playing beer pong. Not close enough to notice. Not really.

He grinds into your ass as he presses his lips to your skin. Will is good at being subtle - the best at being discreet. You’re surprised that he’s willing to fuck you out in the open, but you aren’t necessarily complaining.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” he mutters as he hitches the gusset of your suit to the side - his insistent fingers prodding into you. His voice is gorgeous - rumbling through his broad chest as it vibrates against your shoulders. “You get so wet,” he praises. “Even underwater”

“Well,” you sigh. “You tend to have that effect.”

He purrs before he grips your chin and drags you to his lips. It’s a quick kiss - charged and molten as he deftly slicks his tongue against your own. “I want to make this good for you, sweetheart."

You feel his cock slide between your folds as you press your ass back into him. To anyone else, it would just look like Will’s whispering something to you. Affectionate. Intimate. You’ve always been pretty physical with the boys - maybe not to this degree - but fuck it.

He grips himself before he sinks inside you - making you curse under your breath. You’re wet enough, but there’s pressure - the chlorine finish making him a little too dry. It’s a stretch as he lazily fucks into you - his body smacking flush against your back as he grunts into your hair.

“Fuck - you feel so good.”

Your breasts are crushed into the wall as he rolls his hips against you. It’s slow and inexorable - the steady glide of his cock through your walls. In and out. In and out. He breathes hard as he holds you to him so fucking tightly. He reaches beneath your bikini top - cupping your tits - pinching your stiff nipples.

You savor the minute pain that sparks across your palms and forearms as you cling to the hot cement. The water is chilly enough - soothing despite the fact that you are burning up inside - flames flicking up your core as Will plants one hand over yours and another over your clit as he thrusts into you. Your orgasm shears its way through your veins - your nerve endings - sparking from the tips of your toes before shooting upward to burst within your cunt. You’re squeezing around him - tiny flickers - spasms - that choke and restrain him.

“You gonna keep me in there, gorgeous?” He presses closer - as he barely pulls out of your tight heat. “You’ll have to be a good girl and do it - hold me inside you so the others can feel me when they fuck you all deep.”

**

People leave the glass doors to the house open - letting the precious air conditioning float out and away. It’s humid inside and your skin feels raw from your wet bikini. Will is seeping out of you - oozing from between your legs as you try to look for a towel. You squeeze your lower muscles. This is harder than you thought.

You find Frankie - his eyes soft as he walks toward you.

He's nursing a beer that you guess must be warm and shitty because he wrinkles his nose when he sips it. He pushes a solo cup into your hands.

“Tequila and grapefruit,” he grins as his fingertips graze your knuckles. “You look a little overheated, baby.”

“I need a towel,” you grumble as you take a hearty gulp of the cocktail and then fold your arms over your soaked breasts. The burn is sweet - creeping through your veins and loosening you up.

Frankie is staring at you with a humored expression - all-knowing. You’re sure the guys know exactly who goes when - certain that he is already aware that Will had fucked you. They probably strategized this, held a damn meeting with blueprints.

You did agree to it and it’s not like you’re complaining.

No. It was slightly thrilling - fucking erotic. Kind of wonderful to have the four hottest guys here want to rail the shit out of you all over the house while no one is the wiser. You enjoy it - enjoy watching all the girls flirt with them - offering them drinks or food and they meet them with polite smiles while their eyes search for you - always searching until they find you and relax.

“I think there are some in the laundry room,” Frankie assures you. “Let’s check it out.”

Wow. Subtle.

**

“Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out against the onslaught of his mouth. His tongue is heavy and plunging. He tastes like muddled Budweiser. His beard grazing across your jaw as he makes out with you against the door.

“Turn around, preciosa,” he urges. “Let me have you.”

You do as he says and he presses his hand across your back - pushing you down into the washing machine’s hard surface. He anchors you in place - keeping you still as he kicks your feet apart before he fiddles with his belt and then sinks deep - inching and inching until his balls bounce against your thighs.

Frankie is dark with his sex - he fucks like he wants to swallow you whole. He fucks like every punch of his cock is pushing his brokenness into you. You understand him - you always have and you share in those shadowed thoughts and memories. He is so openly loving - so kind when he wants to be and it’s only when he’s with you - when he’s inside you - that you see flashes of his other-self.

You know all about me. You saw it. Had a front-row seat to those moments I fucking lost it.

Yes - you had. Both of you too trigger-happy and then too forlorn about it afterward. You let him take when he has sex with you - when he forces you to the floor and just buries you beneath him - his hips ramming up against your ass. He says your name a lot. He likes it - he likes to use it like it’s his and every slap of his hips means he owns you just a little bit more.

“Fucking hell,” he hisses as he digs his fingers into your ass cheeks - grabbing handfuls and spreading it open as he rams himself deep. He pulls you back on his length as he takes you in rough, short strokes. You hear him spit - feel the wet drop of it hitting your asshole before he gently nudges his thumb inside.

Your face burns - your fingers scrambling to find purchase across the slippery surface of the washing machine. Your skin is still chilly and damp from the pool but fuck you are melting hot inside - Frankie’s dick spearing you in half as he fucks you without hesitation and pulls at the rim of your hole in tandem.

He’s the dirtiest of them. Santi would claim that title if asked, but it’s not true. It’s Frankie. Quiet Francisco with his thick fingers and his talented tongue.

“Fuck baby - you have such a good ass,” he groans. “Just as nice as your soaked little pussy.”

You whine at that and Frankie yanks you back against his chest - his hand clasping over your mouth as he doesn’t miss a beat in his hurried pace. “Shh, honey,” he croons. “Can’t let them catch us.”

There’s so much friction inside you as he drives up - as he pushes against the cup of your womb like he could breed you right here in this empty space. The sharp clap of his skin hitting yours - the low, feral grunts from his throat as you cry out against the gag of his hand.

“You know I love you, sweet girl,” he soothes as his cock pulses inside you - throbbing and growing as he begins to hit his peak. “Love being inside you like this - how tight and pretty you are. Too pretty for me.”

You want to bite down on his palm for saying that but he’s already shoving you forward - already grunting into your ear as you feel his cock jerk inside you - the fever-heat of his spend painting your walls and mixing with Will’s.

It’s so damn nasty. The whole thing.

You feel his lips descend along your spine - his mustache tickling your skin as he strokes you tenderly. You feel his tongue in your ass as he clings to your waist and Jesus Christ Fish -

He growls - gruff and possessive as you grind back against him.

***

You smile up at Benny and he meets it in kind - white teeth flashing in the dark - the moon pulsing bright across the dark guest room.

“What do you want?” he asks as he presses his lips to your chin - your throat - sliding his tongue until he yanks your bikini top to the side so he can latch to your nipple. It makes you gasp - makes you arch into his warm, muscular body. You curl your fingers into the back of his t-shirt - pulling at it - watching it bunch around his muscles and his broad shoulders.

Blood rises in your ears - your limbs feel loose from the buzz of tequila. It certainly has made you more uninhibited but then again you were sober as a judge when you let Will thrust himself into you against the pool wall. Maybe - you’re just drunk on them.

“C’mon babe, tell me.”

It’s so like Benny. He’s goofy when he wants to be. He can be dirty, too. But he’s the guy who is down for anything - who will be willing and waiting. He asks after your pleasure - he is enthusiastic and sweet and if you asked him to mark you and ruin you - he’d do it. But he’d also play it nicely - he’d do it to your tastes and mold himself as you asked.

You like to give to him.

“I wanna taste you.” you croon as you watch his eyebrows lift.

You get on your knees - tugging at his swim trunks - watching his flushed cock bob against his stomach when you lower the band. You wrap your hand around his length before taking it whole. You like sucking Benny off - he shudders for you - his fingers twisting into your hair as he gasps and pants and loses it.

It’s a sight.

“Just fuck my mouth like you want, Benjamin,” you taunt - tongue circling the salty slit at the head. He nudges his hips forward - a test run before he sinks down a few more inches. You encourage him - massaging his balls - catching at the short blonde hairs on his thighs. He pushes deeper and you swallow down a gag - your saliva mixing with the viscous fluid that slips from his cock. He tugs your hair harder - straining your neck - the band of his silver watch scraping across your scalp. You feel his dick cram up against the end of your throat and oh Benny sighs: "Fuck you're so good at blowing me, baby."

Your pussy spasms - the hole contracting around air - still wanting and desperate despite the fact that it’s been overfilled. Everything is starting to dribble out. You reach between your legs - cupping yourself- trying to push it back in and it’s like Benny knows what’s happening beneath your swimsuit because he steps away from you, making his cock slip from your tongue.

“It’s your turn,” he orders as he picks you up - hitching your thighs around his waist before he slams you into the wooden door.

He screws you right there. Each plunge of his cock making a shameful wet noise as your cunt sucks him up. He groans as he pounds into you at a harsh, furious pace.  When his hips stutter, a broken noise drifts from his mouth and he tries to seal it against your neck. He pumps into you for a long time - the warmth of it throbbing in the cup of your sex like he’d marked you - carved you - left his name branded deep.

He is flushed with the exertion - sweat beading across his brow - darkening his hair as you smooth it back from his face. He still manages to keep you balanced - keep you impaled on the rod of his dick with his hands under your ass. You idly pet his cheekbone - push the tip of your thumb into his rose-pink lower lip. You lean forward to kiss it - chaste and reserved - even as he softens and he eases out of you with another echoing wet noise.

Benny lowers you to your feet - his broad hand sliding between your thighs as he wipes at anything that has spilled out of you: the slick and a few scattered drops of his cum. You catch his hand to suck his fingers - taste the brine and the musk and the sweat of him. He trembles - not dramatically - but enough for you to notice the effect. He straightens to his full height - all 6’2 of him looming over you - his expression dreamy and indulgent. A big puppy.

“God,” he exclaims. “You’re fucking hot.”

He shoves a hand into your hair before he kisses you - messy and possessive. He wraps an arm around your waist as he steps out of the guest room - fingers twining through yours to drag you down the hall and back outside into the humidity. Night has dipped the day in a luke-warm bath. It’s pleasant and you snatch a beer from the outdoor dining table before taking a swig to moisten your parched throat. You’re certain you’re going to be half-eaten by bugs - you’ve had no time to apply spray or sunscreen due to all the fucking.

Not like you can care. Not like your mind is anything, but pounding hormones and aching mush.

Frankie and Will are playing beer pong when Benny sidles up to them. They regard you with warmth - with sated hunger - their tongues darting over their lips. It’s...romantic. The intimacy - the pleasure shining in their expressions when they spot you. You’re addicted to the way they stare at you - like you hang the moon - like you’ve enchanted them - like you can control them with a tilt of your chin or a crook of your finger. It’s never anyone else - it’s never trailing after another girl or another guy - it’s just fucking you.

Will’s jaw clenches before he motions for you: “Wanna come be my partner?”

“Nah,” Frankie interrupts. “She can be mine.”

Benny scoffs. “Will move to Frankie’s side. She said she’d play with me.”

He says it suggestively enough that it could be taken two ways. They’re being overt at this point - their hands catching in your dress or pinching at your waist or stroking across your bare shoulders. Your skin is itchy from the touch of July sun  Their cum is leaking into your bottoms - just sitting inside you - a flushed, dirty secret.

Santi appears at your back,  wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you firmly against him.

“Hey - princess," his voice runs down your skin - soaks you fully. It’s indulgent. Husky.

“Sorry boys,” he announces. “I need her for something.”

**

“That was so obvious, Pope,” you whine as you let him tow you to the side of the house.

He spins around - his gaze perfectly frank. He steps toward you - cornering you against the wall. It drives the breath from your lungs - makes you swallow the rest of your complaints. You put your hands on his biceps - feeling them quirk at your touch.

He grabs your chin to tip it up, forcing your eye contact, and you keep it dutifully. He searches your face - unable to articulate the sincerity he wants to press into what he will give you next. You know though. You know.

“Damn,” you tease against his jaw. “I knew you’d be the final boss.”

He muffles a laugh - his hands caging in your hips as he stares down at you. It’s not exactly quiet: there’s the thrum of the huge AC unit beside them - the splashing from the pool - the drunk hoots and hollers from indoors. The ping of balls landing in solo cups and Benny’s obvious whoop as he hits dead center.

“Was my idea after all,” he says. “Let’s see how baby did.”

Pope skates his hands beneath the hem of your dress. The fabric is stiff - partially soaked in places and drying with unmentionable things in others. He reaches forward and pushes two fingers deep. Your face flares at the lewd noise of him squelching through the others and your own hot syrup-slick. “Damn - you really held them in there, little one.”

“Well, I always play to win.”

He turns his thumb so he can nudge it against your clit - it’s hard, throbbing - over-sensitive but still Pope treats it all gentle like he knows you’ve been through it.

“I’m gonna fuck you,” he drawls as he slowly pumps his fingers - scissoring and spreading your already swollen pussy. “I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

He kisses you fiercely - salt-slick tongue dragging across the wet heat of your mouth before he eases back. He blinks at you - girlish lashes fanning over his near-black eyes.

“Turn around,” he grunts. “Let me clean you up, baby.”

“Huh?”

But he’s already forcing you to face the wall - pushing you against it. You hear him drop to his knees and then you feel him shove his face between your legs. His nose digging into your ass as he licks into your pussy from behind. He laps and laps and it’s a shameless thing to do. It makes you squirm until he cracks his palm across your ass to keep you quiet.

“Pope,” you plead - all dizzy and dreamy. “Please.”

You don’t even know what you’re asking for.

Your feet nearly give way, but Santi props you up. His tongue is cool and wet as he dips it between your folds - as he slides it into you and gets you off with a velvet-soft orgasm that makes you flutter. It’s fucking filthy - the way he’s just tasting the mess inside you. It nearly makes you cum again.

“Now,” he hums as he sinks his teeth into the fat of your ass cheek before climbing up your body. “I need to get inside that sweet pussy.”

Santi is good at sex - he really fucking is. Where Will is logical and deliberate and precise about making love to you or delivering climax after bone-shaking climax, Santi is passionate. He is often feral and there is always a tiny bit of violence in it. Nothing you don’t ask for.

Santi fucking likes it when you’re kind of mean - he likes when you talk back and when you match him quip for quip. He likes to know what a challenge you are - how you would only deign to go soft and submissive for him because you let him.

Pretty. Fucking. Baby.

He likes to rub it in when he’s balls deep - when he has you whimpering and begging on his cock.

You wanna cum? You want daddy to make you feel good?

It’s a little absurd. You let Pope do it and in the heat of the moment you respond well - go slack. You admit that you like it when he makes you call him daddy so you can hit your peak. But outside of the bedroom, you cringe - eyeing him up and down and asking did you really fucking say that, you perv.

It always silences him - startles him like you've slapped him out of nowhere.

Of course - it’s just to rev him up. Get him frustrated.

Tonight - you’re just too fucking dead to fight him - to give him sass or be a flustered brat. You let him take the reigns.

He wedges your legs apart before he’s burying himself to the hilt. He doesn’t go slow - doesn’t inch his way in but does it abrupt and almost panicked. It burns. He has a thick cock and it always scrapes its way inside you.  You gasp - your hand flying to his thigh as you momentarily stop him.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You okay? I’m sorry, I -”

“Keep going,” you breathe. “It’s fine, Pope. Just - just go.”

He growls before nipping the back of your throat. He draws himself out until just the head remains - catching on the hole of your pussy before he slams all the way forward. You sob as he screws you into the wall - the stucco creasing your skin with stinging patterns. He pushes his hand beneath your cheek - a tiny reprieve - a reminder that he’s looking out for you.

“Jesus Christ - you filthy little thing,” he hisses into your ear. “You’re so fucking tight for me - you’ve had three other cocks inside you today and you still need me to fuck you open.”

You’re drowning like this - your oxygen depleting with each rough roll of Santi’s hips. His cock puncturing you with each frantic thrust - the fatness of it stretching you open. Your skin hums with violent electricity - your vision circles and blurs to white - to black - to shadows and shapes and Santi’s hand is planted in your hair as he twists your face and breaks you apart in this narrow alley between the party and the quiet street.

His fingertips circle your clit - swift and deliberate. He matches it in time with the jut of his hips - the snap and pound of his unforgiving pace.

He angles himself in such a way that his cock begins to push against something central. The head hits again and again as he pierces that pleasure point with a talented concentration.

“You gonna cum, princesa?” he taunts.”I can feel you clenching up -you get all creamy when you do - gonna make you -”

You lose it - gush all over him as you feel it soak your feet and his cock.

“Shit - shit - you just squirted all over me, honey,” he gasps between the wet slap of his hips.

You know that it must be enough to push Santi to the edge because he fucking whimpers - his body tightening up as he gives you a few more hard thrusts and then goes slack against you - his chin digging into your shoulder.

You can’t hear very well - your whole body is shuddering as you shiver underneath his weight. You’re cold. Your cunt hurts. You can’t stop shaking.

“Calm down,” he demands - voice hushed and kind. He gently turns you around - his hands still locked to your waist before he lifts them up to cradle your jaw. “Just breathe, baby.”

There’s a moment of silence - a beat as you try to get yourself together. You could sleep for a week. Santi shrugs out of his jacket before wrapping it around you - his expression still etched with worry. He ducks his head - chewing on his lip before his gaze meets yours. “Did I go too hard?”

“No,” you assure him. “Just - just a little overwhelmed.”

You sometimes wonder if this situation is doomed. You’re being split four ways - torn between them. But it’s not like you’re the only person getting fucked here. You know Frankie and Benny have their moments. You know about Fish and Pope too and then Will who has told you - in the pleasant safe darkness of his bed about the rest.

You think it over - turning it in your hands - pressing your cheek to it - your lips and tongue. The five of you are larger-than-life people who meet death on a regular basis - maybe this just shouldn’t be weird or complicated. Maybe - it just is.

Perhaps it would always be like this - dark eyes following you around. Their bodies catching to you like shadows - like they’d stitch themselves to the soles of your heels. It makes you think of Peter Pan and none of you would ever grow up or grow out of this. It just would be yours and who knows maybe you’d pop out one kid for each of them. Maybe they’d all move to an isolated island and play at house. Maybe...maybe...maybe...

Pope wraps his arms around your neck - the smell of his aftershave pungent in your nose as you curl your fingers into the back of his shirt. You inhale. There’s the heavy drip of spend down your thighs - your sex rubbed raw and still you hunger for them like nothing else.

It works. It does. At least - for now.

There’s a crack - a splitting boom. You glance up - past Santi’s startled expression to see the explosion of light - petals of spilling color burning up the sky - fireworks.

Little Yellow Sundress

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: Reader buys a sundress in hopes if getting din’s attention…spoiler alert - It works.

Word Count: 4.5k (the longest thing i have written in a WHILE)

Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY! descriptive sexual content, fingering, a teeny tiny bit of cockwarming if you squint, starts out a little intimidating, but it’s literally all soft and sweet. cursing, fluff. (I hope to god that’s everything lol

A/N: Okay y’all this is my first ever like actual smut content so…please be gentle with me xD. I don’t think it’s absolutely terrible, but honestly idk. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank you to @hdlynnslibrary for reading over this for me before I posted it and encouraging me the whole way! ily Heather! <3

Living and working with someone is hard. It has all kinds of unique challenges and obstacles to tackle each and every day. Living with a Mandalorian, however, is even harder. Especially when you have been harboring feelings for said warrior since the moment you met him. At first you thought that living and working as the child’s caretaker would be impossible. The Mandalorian hardly spoke to you and when he did, it was in short clipped sentences. Never one to talk unless absolutely necessary. However, as time wore on you began to chip away at the walls he had built up around him, even if you didn’t know it. He started talking more, sharing things about his past to you, telling stories of his time growing up in the fighting corps. He even told you his name eventually, late one night as you both stared out the viewport of the razor crest. All of these things made you fall further and further in love with the man in beskar, even though you knew he’d never feel the same.

You knew your feelings for the Mandalorian were the real reason behind your most recent purchase at the market. You had been saving up the credits you had earned for the past few weeks, and when you saw the sundress at the market stall, you couldn’t resist. You tried to convince yourself that it was for you, that you just wanted to have something other than pants and a beige shirt for once. However, as you woke up the following morning and slipped the dress on, the only thing you could find yourself thinking was that you hoped Din liked it. It wasn’t anything special, just a simple fabric with tiny floral patterns on it. It has short sleeves and buttons running down the front and falls to just above your knees. By most people’s standards, it was a fairly modest dress.

But Din’s mind went to places far from modest when he saw you emerge from your bunk in the newly obtained outfit. He was looking over his guns and other gear before he went out for another bounty. He raised his head to greet you when he heard you enter the hull but all words failed him when he saw you. He had never seen you in anything but your usual attire, and that never included little dainty sundresses.

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ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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@swcreators antagonists event  ➙  DARTH VADER

― salt and sea, the lumineers

he’s a child din

Hey bby! Congrats on the milestone!! Your work always makes me 🥺 (btw reading your boba fic is my origin story of how I am now a boba bucket fucker, so yeah thanks for the curse) and you deserve thousands more!

If you are free and inspired, how's NSFW prompt 32 for Din? Where din tells that to the reader heheeee luv ya~

VAL you’re gonna make me cry ily bb 🥺 💕 I’m getting younger Din vibes from this. Think Din before season 1 when he was working with Ran, Xi’an, and Qin. I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex, lap-sitting, breeding kink, creampie

The crew doesn’t know what to make of the Mandalorian.

He isn’t as deranged as the twins, which is a bonus; but he’s quiet, withdrawn, and seems to be a constant state of annoyance. For kriff’s sake, no one even knows his name. Everyone just calls him Mando.

While aloof, no one can deny he is a damn good bounty hunter. Ruthless and intentional, he works hard and that’s something that Ran appreciates. Hard work means more jobs, and more jobs means more credits. Mando gets the job done and only causes a fuss if someone else starts it, or if someone goes after you.

So when you sit in his lap after another successful mission, no one thinks much of it.

The cantina is surprisingly packed given the small population of the planet. Xi’an manages to find a naive local for the night, while the rest of you secure the last available booth. Sliding in, your skirts hike up in the Mandalorian’s lap as Ran and Qin start a game of Sabacc.

Mando rests one of his hands on your waist while the other runs along your exposed thigh. He is stoic, and if it weren’t for his wandering hands, you would think he fell asleep. His touch is torture — gloved fingertips dancing in lazy steps against your flesh. Up and down, back and forth, moving everywhere except where you want him.

You dare to grind your hips in a tiny circle against his cock. It’s the barest of movements, as much as you dare with Ran and Qin so close, but enough for Mando to respond by rocking his own against you.

Thankfully, the dim lights conceal your burning face and squirming body from the others. One look in your direction and they would know exactly what you and Mando are up to.

“Cheater!” Qin’s hand slams down on the table, making the sticky table rattle as Ran collects his winnings. Your pussy clenches from the sound, causing Mando to hiss a sharp breath, one that can almost pass as a moan.

If they heard, they did’t acknowledge it. Mando uses their obliviousness to his benefit. He rocks hips once more as Qin shuffles the cards for a rematch. Trying to play off your sigh as a yawn, you turn to bury your head in the cowl around his neck.

“Seven hells, Mando,” You whine, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Quiet.” He pinches your waist as a warning. He knows what he’s doing, keeping you sat on his cock and seeing how long you can last before you’re whining.

The hand on your thigh finally slinks towards your center until his thumb anchors itself to your clit, rubbing circles as you squirm against his thighs. You can feel him throbbing, the blunt head of his cock pushing against your walls. He has to feel your neediness, he has to. The sparking arousal is making your juices leak down and dampen his pants, you can feel the damp material scratching you.

One look from Qin or Ran and it’s all over…

He keeps rutting into you, picking up speed as the local band starts on another ballad. Their instruments drown out the loud chatter, and Mando uses it to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your cheek. Nothing odd or suspicious. No one is paying attention and even if they did, it would look like Mando is leaning in close to tell you something.

“The second we land in Alzoc, I’m renting the first room I find…”

His thumb moves faster against your clit as you squeeze him tight in a feeble attempt to stop his words, but he continues on without a break in his voice.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

He continues on, hips moving against you so you feel every inch and ridge of his stiff cock. Praying the others can’t see the shudder running through you, you bite down on his cowl.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over. Really make your pussy flutter.”

The growing pleasure makes your back tighten in anticipation. You’re so close, the edges of your mind start to burn as your sensibility turns to ash.

“I’ll fill you up so well you’ll be leaking for days. We’ll need to ask for a change of sheets.”

He makes you hopeless. You can’t keep the moans at bay any longer — they come out, muffled by his cowl and the music, but still strong enough for the skin on his neck to vibrate. You want to on Azloc, Nevarro, his ship, anywhere but here. Just somewhere far away so you can scream.

“You like that? You want me to fill you up? Claim that sweet little pussy as mine?”

Everything under his touch burns from impending bliss. He knows you too well considering how little you know about him. It’s as if he was born with the knowledge of how to make you feel this good.

“We’re not leaving that room until you’re fucking ruined. Cock dumb and full.”

Through the rush of his words and the heavy beats of the band, you start falling into disarray.

“You’re fucking mine, right? All mine. My fucked out beauty.”

You become liquid light.

Your orgasm rushes in tidal waves, setting your nerves off like tiny fireworks, as you tremble in his grip. You milk his cock, squeezing hard until he shudders from his own release.

You give him a final clench before pulling your head from the crook of his shoulder. Your eyes adjust to the bleary sight in front of you. Ran and Qin have their heads buried behind their cards, oblivious as Mando’s cum starts to leak out.

Exhaustion quickly weighs down on your bones, making you slump down against Mando’s large chest. His death grip on your waist loosens, but remains in place as he shuffles underneath your tired body.

Neither of you had really thought of what to do afterwards. He can’t exactly pull out and lift you off his lap without exposing the awful mess you two made, and eventually you’ll need to move.

But with you dozing off against him and Ran and Qin not interested in leaving any time soon, he settles back in his spot, relaxing just enough to enjoy your body pressed against him. He’ll figure it out later. He always does.

Okay so I’m trying to write a boba fic and I was wondering if you could explain the layout of slave 1 for me?? Or maybe link a blueprint graphic? In my mind you know everything boba haha

haha I definitely do not know everything about boba, but I’m flattered! you’re making me blush 🥰❤️

So Slave I is trippy compared to other ships because when it’s parked, it sits flat on its bottom surface but it moves around at a 90 degree angle. Check out these gifs from the Mandalorian that show Slave I flying and landing.

The cockpit/common area are next to each other. They rotate as Slave I moves. When the ship is parked (is that the right word?), you have to climb into the cockpit in order to get into the captain’s seat. This also means that everyone in the common area/cockpit need to be seated and buckled in when they are taking off or landing.

The biggest thing to keep in mind with Slave I is that is cramped and there is not a lot of room on it to move around. This is because the specific model of ship wasn’t meant to hold a lot of people or be used for long trips. Boba and Jango had to make a lot of modifications to turn it into what it is now.

Here is a diagram from the Star Wars Complete Vehicles book released last year.

Here is another diagram (not sure where it is from) where you can see the beds a little bit better.

HOPE THIS HELPS 💙💚💙💚💙💚Slave I has been modified so many times it’s hard to say what it really looks like, but this what I can gather from my own research. Hopefully we’ll see more when BOBF comes out!!

#for science

Din Djarin holding his son🥺💚

My Favorite Yoda Quotes

His Girl

Part two to this ask I wrote for @rexsjaigeyes. This wouldn’t exist without her and her amazing ideas! Also, thank you to @justwastelandbabyy for the dialog inspiration for Wrecker!

This can be read as a stand-alone piece.

NSFW 18+ Only

Wrecker x Reder x Hunter x Echo

Reader is afab female with she/her pronouns.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: PiV sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masterbation (male), cum eating, semi-public sex

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a look into Luke’s mind

hnngh did you see how big pedro pascal's fingers are in his latest instagram post? i'd love to see you explore that concept w/din... love your writing sm by the way, you're the best author on this cite!!!

Gif by the immensely talented @bestintheparsec

He catches you staring at them when he’s piloting the ship. Your eyes are far-away, glazed over, and when he clears his throat you startle.

“Is something wrong?” he asks as he prepares the Crest for the jump. He flicks the different buttons - the greens and reds and blues - sparking color through the crisp shadows of the cockpit. He squeezes the thruster. 

He loves the quiet - the hum of the ship’s machinery - the airy, whistle of space outside the hull. He can’t enjoy it right now. Not with you blatantly watching him with your thighs rubbing together and palpable heat firing off your skin.

You pull your lip white between your teeth, lashes fluttering as you give a suggestive sideways glance. 

Filthy thing. He’d literally fucked you an hour ago.  

“If you want me,” he drawls. “You already have me.”

“Your fingers,” you murmur as you reach out, drawing your touch over his gloves, petting at the warm skin of his wrist.

“What about them?”

You tug the leather off before threading your small hand with his. Something twists in his stomach at the sight of his palm dwarfing yours. 

“They’re so thick,” you purr. “I think - I think you could reach something inside me that I can’t.”

He almost chokes on his own tongue. They’d only had sex a handful of times - a very basic form of it. His armor in place as he turned you over and fucked you raw with his grip bruising your hips.

He swallows - his throat suddenly very dry.

“What do you want me to reach, pretty?”

“There’s a spot,” you reply as you slowly pull at the waistband of your leggings. Din turns his seat to stare, his palm unconsciously rolling over the bulge at his crotch. “A spot that makes you get all wet - makes you numb.”

Din knew something of spots. The women in brothels weren’t shy about telling him where to angle his cock - where to curl his fingers. 

He’s almost ashamed that he hadn’t done his best with you. He was still learning your body - the sweeter, hidden places that made you shudder and drip. 

Din trails his fingertips across your now bare thigh before skating them up the damp fabric of your underwear. 

“You want me to put my fingers inside you, little one?

You smile - it blossoms bright across your face and Din is once again stupefied that you want him. He shoves his hands underneath your ass and drags you forward so you’re balanced perfectly on the edge of your seat. 

He rucks your panties to the side - finds the gleaming, slick crease of your cunt - still blushed and swollen from him pounding it earlier. 

“I’ve been remiss about making you cum,” he mutters - all regret. He nudges one thick finger through your folds. “I haven’t given you enough attention.” And then he slides his finger deep, his cock hardening further as soon as he feels your walls clamp down on him. 

You whimper, your pelvis grinding up into his hand. 

“Desperate girl,” he teases before pushing a second inside - curling them upward as he searches for that spongy piece inside you. 

“Mando,” you cry - the muscles of your thighs shifting - your cunt pulsing hot and slick. You’re soaking his fingers - spreading damp across the leather seat. 

He hooks a third finger inside, twisting his thumb up to rub at your clit. You arch against the seat, before you try and grip his forearm - nails digging into the thick muscle. 

“Too much?” He removes his thumb, but keeps pumping his fingers - enjoying the lewd sounds they make as they move frantically through the channel of your cunt.

“No - no,” you pant. “It’s - fuck - keep going.”

“Keep your hands on the chair then,” he tuts. “Behind your head - grab the back of the it”

There’s sweat beading across your brow, your lips are swollen and bitten-through.  But you do as he says and it just makes you push your tits up, makes you look terribly submissive. You are gorgeous to him - painted in a shower of multi-color hyperspace lights through the panes of transparisteel. 

He can feel your lower muscles spasming as he steadily twists and scissors his fingers. He starts brushing up across the spot you crave - the deepest part of you that starts to make you shake.

“Can you feel that?” he husks. His cock is so fucking erect - shoved up against the rough material of his pants. Maker. “I can feel it coming, darling girl.”

Something high-pitched and desperate sounds from your throat as your whole body goes tight as a stretched wire, your knees immediately lock together, your thighs constricting around his jerking hand. 

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “Shit - you’re getting my hand all wet.”

He feels the intensity of your climax - the squirt of liquid between your legs that burst across his knuckles. You’re pushing at his hand, yanking it off you from over-stimulation as you sob Mando and please.

And then he’s there, hauling your trembling ass off the seat and dragging you to the unforgiving floor. 

“Let’s try for a second,” he demands, tugging at his waistband, fisting himself as he smears the head through your folds. “I want you to cum on my cock this time.”

I was listening to my favorite NSFW audio creator last night and it was a “fucking you awake but you’re kind of being a brat” type of situation and it had me thinking about how Boba would react in this scenario….

This is just pure smut under the cut

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head empty only thinking about surprising boba by wearing lingerie for the first time

ANON YOU ARE SPEAKING MY LANGUAGE

I’m totally building off this bit from the talented @janghoefett but

Boba would self-destruct. Good bye, Crime King. You had a long and prosperous rule.

Delicate lace and satin don’t fit into his world of crime and dirt. He can’t see himself in a world that isn’t destruction and villainy. He will disguise his distaste for it claiming it’s a waste of money but deep down it’s the softness behind it that freaks him out. But he’ll never admit it. Rant on and on about wasted credits for scraps of material. Fuck that. Just give him the 🐱

All that changed the first time he saw you dressed in a little number that did everything for your body. If it’s your first time dressed up like that, any nervousness you have will be gone the second Boba sees you. Even if he’s wearing his helmet, you’ll know he’s turned on. You’ll see the tent in his pants growing and his helmet won’t leave your frame. You look like a gift and suddenly he gets it. 

You don’t need expensive lingerie for him to find you attractive, but seeing you so pretty and dressed up sets something off in him. From then he is always on the hunt for new pieces for you. 

Maybe in a Sugar Daddy!AU or Kingpin!AU he has connections to some famous designer and he sets up private appointments between you and the designer so you have custom pieces created just for him and you.

NOW THE REAL QUESTION IS WHAT KIND OF LINGERIE DOES HE LIKE???

Mandalorian Fan Compiles All Grogu's Baby Noises

Photos of Din Djarin laying down that my lawyer WILL be hearing about

Bonus 1: BARE WRIST

Bonus 2: BYE

Foreshadowing at it’s finest

"Fuck you, my child is fine!"

Your child reads reader insert fanfics to trick their brains into feeling loved.

THIS.

HAPPY STAR WARS DAY! | May 4th, 2021

They got what they deserved

My art masterlist

GROGU + his cute half-blinks