he/they/it• MINORS DNI, i reblog smut and nsfw/nsft content• 24😔👊• ftm• please take care of yourself and block terms related to eds if that bugs you and/or triggers you! I do have one and while I try my best to keep it relegated to my Bsky acct, I may complain Abt my disorder here.
In 2026, the chicest thing a gay actor can do is never explicitly come out as gay but also make it abundantly clear that he is. Coming out is too modern. Staying closeted is too old fashioned. But this method merges contemporary freedom with Old Hollywood glamour and allure, and it weeds out the dumbest people who truly don’t get it. I call it the Pascal Method.
Season 1 Scully being so smitten with Mulder that she asks him if he has a girl coming over to his hotel room…honey that man does not know any girls besides you. She still hasn’t figured out he’s a loser yet 😔
Face-sitting and sex are the best ways to get rid of stress!
⋆˚꩜｡ Gambit/Remy Etienne Lebeau x fem!reader (18+)
After an annoying mission, Remy takes it upon himself to make you feel good in the best way a boyfriend could!
CW: sex, cursing (duh...), face-sitting, p in v, insinuated squirting lol??, reader has a cooch, not proofread, I also don't speak French AND this might be ooc
I had to add marvel rivals gambit in honour of me lording him
1.8k words (I'm thinking of posting about lin lie too soon :p)
The mission your group had to abandon abruptly drained you along with Cyclops and Storm. How did the first member of this group basically become the most annoying and whiny person, as the leader? You have no clue. It’s beyond you. You had to hold yourself back from screaming. Not even yelling anything coherent, just screaming a high pitch in pure frustration, enough for a dog's tail to start wagging.
Getting back to the mansion was the biggest wave of relief you felt after that failed mission, Scott just had to snark out, “Nice job with not letting the perpetrator run off.”
“Oh yeah, because you were so quick to catch him after pleading with me to help you with the second idiot.”
“Obviously you were supposed to restrain him before coming to help me.”
With gritted teeth you hold back whatever you had to say as Ororo jumps in, “hostilities shall not help us after a failed mission,” she diplomatically soothes, “I suggest rest and relaxation for the remainder of the day.” Her voice remained serious and she placed a hand on both of your backs, before removing it and proceeding further inside.
In an attempt to resist further bickering, you walk off, your steps ringing loudly as the only way to release anger until you turn the corner and bumped into a strong wall. Well— ‘wall’—it was actually Gambit.
Gambit, your smug looking boyfriend. Gambit, who’s perfectly dressed in his usual ensemble of purple and whatever brown trench coat. “Welcome back,” he says simply, leaning against the surface and grinning down at you.
When you don’t respond, his sharp smirk softens into a concerned smile, “now, I know that look all too well. Wanna tell Remy what’s going through that pretty head o’ yours?”
You could hardly muster anything in your frustration, simply leaning against the wall with him and your arms crossed under your chest.
“Frustrated, chère?” He prompts for an answer, and he’s delighted when he’s at least met with a nod.
His smugness finally returns as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his warm breath tickling your neck, making goosebumps flick up, “I know a way you can release all that pent up frustration, all ya gotta do is trust me…”
That’s how you find yourself sitting in bed.
Correction, Gambit laying on the plush bed you share and you found yourself sitting on his face.
Sure, you worried about practically suffocating him, but he assured you that if he died this way, he’d die a happy man.
“Remy, this is disgusting. You didn’t even let me shave or shower!” You glare down at him as he eyes the full expanse of your pussy including the unkept state of it, wettening his lips.
“Now mon ange, Gambit don’t care about a little extra something added to his favourite delicacy…” he playfully quipped before he brought his broad hands to your ass, slamming your bare cunt onto his face.
You yelp at the sudden tug down, imagine how embarrassing it feels to have melted so easily to your boyfriend simply licking your pussy. You don’t even realise when you slid your hands into his wavy hair and tugged, clenching with your life as he eats you out like it’s his last meal before going onto death row.
He held onto the meat of your thighs, groaning with every pulse of your pussy on his tongue and his bulge ached in his pants. However, your frustration also manifests into jumbled words, “that idiot—expects me to fucking do everything—shit, yes…everything and yells when I can’t do a billion things at once!”
Gambit hums, sending vibrations through your soaked pussy, flicking his tongue inside and nudging your clit with his nose.
You continue angrily, “that self-centered bitch! Fucking hate Scott—just like th-that, Remy…why is he the leader? Anyone else would be better—”
“Shh…don’t wanna hear another’s hommes name in bed, chère. More specifically while I’m eating this pretty pussy” his eyes seem glazed over, more obviously so in the black scleras, as he looks up at you through his lashes, “your legs make good ear muffs for me, but you’re a hell of a loud talker when you’re mad.”
With a simple grunt, you grind down on his tongue in retaliation, your aim being to shut him up. You hump his face by this point, painting him in a mix of your juices and his spit, to him this is the best elixir in the world as muffled, satisfied moans erupt from him. He couldn’t resist reaching down, palming his own throbbing cock that started to form a wet patch, all from eating your pussy.
Meanwhile your head was tilted to face the ceiling with your eyes eased shut, “Remy, holy shit..”
“Gonna cum on me? Montre-moi (show me), ma belle…”
You didn’t need to be told twice. With a moan ripping out of you, you slam your hips onto the man’s face below you. His hands grip your ass with a pleasured moan, kneading the cheeks as he gulps down the gushing liquid coming out of you.
It wasn’t until your fatigued form lazily lifted off his face, did he heave several breaths of air after constantly breathing the scent of your natural husky scent.
As a parting ritual from your pussy, he kisses your clit, enough for you to huff of playful lack of amusement and shuffle off of him, sitting on the bed next to him.
He looks fucked out, like unbelievably fucked out as he sits up with a dazed frog-like blink and a dopey grin.
“You look stupider than normal” you comment teasingly, flicking his forehead. A chuckle comes out of him as he catches your wrist with a broad hand and kisses your palm, and hums “peut-être (maybe)…mais, you do look happier, chère. Much, much happier…”
With a smug look he glances down at the tent in his pants, “you can always go for a ride, y’know?”
“If I ride you now while in this pissed off, I think I’ll break your dick off”
“Then break it off, it’s all yours anyway.”
The bedframe rattled against the wall, slamming just as your hips did on his cock. You can’t give all the credit to yourself, Remy’s hands are on your waist, lifting you up and pushing you back down as he grunts, smirking at the sight of your more relaxed expression.
“Fuck, Remy…”
“Uh huh?”
You lean forward, pushing him back on the bed as your hands plant themselves on his chest for support, bouncing up and down, and the ample amount of squelches from your greedy pussy rung out like a siren to Remy.
His admiration is unmistakable in the way his eyes twinkle, looking up at you, “That’s it, show Remy how much you love riding him like a personal dildo,” he breathes out, one hand planted on your slap warmed ass. You glare down at his snarky look, and your hips stutter, “Oh, I’m being mean to mon fleur for making you do all this work, no worries then…”
He flips you both around, your back hitting the mattress, and you cringe briefly at the dampness from the previous face-sitting, which he can’t help but tease you about as he thrusts his cock back into you. “Don’t go lookin’ so disgusted, that’s all from that pretty, needy pussy” he states matter of factly, he then hilts himself completely into you, forcing a surprised “Oh!” out of you, hardly pulling out, but pushing deeper into you with the thick appendage feeling stuck in your throat that all you can muster is a “Fuck!”
He places your legs on his shoulders to rest on; simultaneously, he thrusts, stroking himself against your gummy walls, miraculously hitting the star igniting spot repeatedly that you can hardly keep yourself quiet, gasping out, “Oh, you son of a bitch!”
“Aww, pretty woman gets some lovin’ and can only insult her man? That’s ok, let it all out…”
His words are so sweet and gentle, but his thrusts are so deep and aggressive, forcing the frustration of the mission out of you any way he can. Your eyes roll to the back of your skull and your head falls back, and mouth hangs open as his cock continues its punishing pace.
“Remy makin’ you feel good, chère?” he asks playfully, giving a parting kiss to your calf, before wrapping your legs around his waist, he grins when you nod vigorously.
The thrusts continue, filling the room with the sound of wet claps as he eases himself down even further, his body pressed down chest to chest with yours and his hips continue snapping up and down, bullying your cunt as his balls slap your ass with every back and forth motion.
After finally getting used to the change of pace, your arms wrap around your boyfriend's neck, and the ever perceptive–and ever teasing man–has to question, “Finally get your bearings, ange?”
“You talk too damn much…” you breathe out, the knot in your stomach inching closer and closer to unravelling entirely as the deep rubbing of his cock against your poor cervix, “keep fucking me. Cum in me, fuck me stupid, baby…” you whisper in his ear as you trail your hands along him, one in his hair and the other along his upper back that you were clawing at.
He doesn’t need to be told twice!
His hips snap with renewed vigour as plapping sounds ring louder, the wet slaps miraculously caused by no lube and only the mix of your slick and his precum. His mouth shoots down, latching onto your perked nipples, and his tongue runs along, flicking it up and down before sucking and releasing with a pop.
“These sweet beauties are good, ain’t nothing sweeter than this pretty pussy… or that ass…” he grins at the fucked out expression on your face and the way your eyes widen. You don’t have to even say a damn thing for him to know that you were just about a thrust away from cumming.
When you do release, your body shudders, pussy pumping and clenching Remy’s cock so hard he finally lets out his own series of incoherent moans in harmony with yours before smashing your lips together. He pushes his cum deep into you, and wickedly smirks at the ring of white wrapped around the base of his softening cock when he pulls away from the passionate kiss shared.
He doesn’t move yet, just looks down at you with the same smug look, “say…I could help you get cleaned. Need another seat again? Right on your favourite throne, ma reine (my queen)?” he wags his brows
Your chest heaves and you look up at him, “smart Cajun..” your voice teases him as you contemplate the prospects of sitting on his face again.
Honestly the weirdest aspect of Mulder and Scully’s relationship is that they flirt harder the more disgusting or disturbing whatever they’re investigating is. Is there a corpse with a live frog inside? Let’s crack jokes and subtly imply how attracted to each other we are. What about a dead baby in a closet? Obviously that’s when we should have a barely coded conversation about Mulder’s dick, duh. Interrogating a sadistic murderer? Totally the appropriate time to eye-fuck each other over the interrogation table. Stuck in the woods being chased by mutated conquistadors? (God, this show is strange) Time to cuddle, joke about getting naked, and sing to each other. Could you be infected with a scary parasitic ice worm? Let’s feel each other’s necks up in the most erotic way possible under the guise of a medical exam. Truly no one is doing it like them and that’s probably a good thing
i think we should be ridiculing them more for this. you don't get to try and go all "queer website" when your staff likes to go on nuking sprees targeting the trans fem users
when you go to a doctors office their favorite thing to do is tell you "okay check out at the front desk" when you're done. and the front desk tells you ummm you can just go! and you're like don't I have a copay? and they're like we don't know, we have to ask your insurance company first. and you're like well my insurance card says the copay is $30, can I just pay it right now while I'm standing in front of you? there's a card reader right there on the desk. and they're like nooo we have to send a representative on horseback during the next waning moon to meet with their claims adjusting associate director of benefits management and client services in the secret glade to negotiate. and you're like oh okay and go home. and you get twelve emails asking you to take a survey about your experience
AND THEN in eight months you start getting phone calls from unknown numbers and when you finally check your voicemail they're like Your Balance Is Past Due We're Going To Kill You (even though by this point you have forgotten that you ever went to the doctor). and so you go to your MyChart account and log in with your username and password and you have to reset your password for security reasons. and you get two emails that say Your Password Has Been Reset. Was This You? and you have to go find your phone and enter your two factor authentication code and then you have to select which location you visited and then you have to click through all the Reminder: Complete Your Health History Profile where they ask if you've had any new surgeries even though you definitely told the nurse about this at your visit and then you have to find the Pay Bills tab and your balance is $179.23 and you're like why is it so expensive I thought the copay was $30? and you download a PDF of the charges and find out that they charged a late fee of $15 a month even though that doesn't add up to $179.23 and you don't even remember being told you had any balance at any point and you could call a representative and ask about it but that would probably take at least half an hour and there's no way it would actually get rid of the charges. so you go pay it anyway and you have to go find a paper check to look up your bank account routing number because they'll charge you an extra 3% if you pay with a credit card and there's a fee of $2.75 for convenience also. and then you get three emails that say We've Received Your Payment! Thank You For Your Payment!
tags: mdni!! smut, husband!din x wife!reader, reader and mando are trying for a baby, rough ish sex, age gap (late twenties/ early fourties), helmeted sex, mask kink, unprotected p in v sex, breeding kink, mutual orgasms, creampie and aftercare.
summary: you ask mando to keep the helmet on tonight.
grogu’s soft cooing filled your home as you cooked the meat over the stove. he sat perched in his hover pram, his curious face eyeing you thoughtfully as you cooked the nerf meat in the pan, din’s favourite.
nevarro was quieter than your life before it and although din’s work still had risks, you both had a permanent home here. a place to settle down together with grogu and, as you’d both had planned, a baby of your own.
you both weren’t necessarily determined, it was more of a case of if it happened, it happened. if it didn’t, you still had a son in grogu.
and it was fun too — having sex without any precautions, it made you feel like a love sick teenager again.
you finished off dinner and dished out food between the three of you, leaving din’s up for him for whenever he decided to arrive home.
dinner was peaceful as usual, filling the silences with conversation with the child although he couldn’t necessarily answer you. you liked evenings like these and they made you wonder how grogu would be if you and mando’s plans go well. you weren’t too sure how he would act around a human baby, you hoped it would be positive.
shortly after, you took grogu to his bedroom, bonding with him a little before putting him down for the night and today, he didn’t give you much hassle while doing so. he rarely did anyway.
and just as you made it back out to the living room, you were met with the sound of the front door clicking shut and then, the heavy steps that were revealed to be your husband as you turned around to see him in the hallway.
“hello, cyar'ika,” mando greeted, meeting you in the kitchen and removing his helmet with a heavy grunt, one that told you that it had been a long day.
you slid your hands up his armoured chest, relieved to his handsome face after the hours of not seeing it. it was moments like these that made your life as beautiful as it was, just the simple things. you leaned in for a kiss, pressing your lips to his in a loving kiss before pulling back to whisper. “i’ve missed you.”
din’s eyes softened on you — they always did in gentle moments like these. he dropped his large, gloved hands down to cup your waist, smiling softly when you melted into his touch. “i’m sorry i was so long, darling,” he sighed, allowing his forehead to fall against yours. “it was only meant to be a short job, things just got busy.”
you hummed, tracing the metal over his chest, a playful smile forming on your lips. “i’m sure i can think of a way you can make it up to me.” you said suggestively, wiggling your brows and eliciting a laugh from din.
he licked his lips, his grip on you getting slightly tighter. although mando was a man of few words, you could tell when something you’d said settled deep in his core. “yeah?”
“uh huh,” you bit your lip. “grogu is asleep. out like a light,” you brought your hand up to run through din’s curls — the dark hair feeling soft between your fingers, curtesy of that shampoo you insisted him on using. “maybe you could eat your dinner.. and then we could head to the bedroommmm?” you drawled out, giggling.
“hm,” mando grunted, the corners of his lips twitching as if he were fighting off a smile. “or we could just go straight t’the bedroom.” his hands squeezed your waist tightly, making your squirm a little beneath his hold. you giggled and reached up to wrap your arms around his neck, shifting a little in a hint for him to lift you up.
“you’re not hungry?” you asked, leaning in to graze your lips off his jaw, his stumble tickling your mouth charmingly.
din’s hands slipped down your body before lifting you up against his own, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping a firm hold underneath your buttocks. he started to walk towards the bedroom and you squealed as you bounced slightly in his arms with each heavy step. “i am. just a different kind.”
your back hit the bed before you could even register that you were in you and your husbands shared bedroom. din worked frantically across from you, standing at the end of the bed while you sat up and watched him remove his armour, stepping out of his pants and working on taking his top half off.
you chewed your lip, twirling a piece of fabric from your night dress around your finger. he looked so good in his armour and part of you wished that he didn’t have to take it off. you wanted his cock, of course you did after a long day of not seeing him, but you wished he could just fuck you while wearing it. the metal accentuated his muscles so beautifully, making him look like a sculpted, chiselled piece of art just for you.
but then, an idea popped into your head.
it wasn’t necessarily his entire uniform but it was something at least.
“baby?” you asked softly, a little sheepishly even.
“mhm?” he paused, pulling his top half over his head, leaving him in just his underwear.
“uhm..” you sat up, getting to your feet nervously and watching how din peered back at you in confusion. “just.. wait here.”
din sat on the bed, looking up as you started to walk toward the door. “wh-”
“just wait!” you called back, breaking into a quick walk down the hallway and into the joint kitchen and living room. you scanned the space before your eyes stopped on the item you wanted.
his helmet.
you grabbed it and held it behind your back, making your way back towards the bedroom and standing in the doorway, a nervous grin tugging at your lips.
din was now stretched out on the bed, laying comfortably against the cushions, his underwear tenting for obvious reasons. the sight made you tingle. “what’s that you’ve got?” he asked, brows furrowed.
you rubbed your lips together, taking the helmet in front of your body and holding it up. you chuckled a little awkwardly. “i just.. kinda thought it would be fun for you to wear your helmet..”
a smile broke out on mando’s face and he sat up, patting the bed as you started to walk toward him. you placed the helmet on the mattress, climbing up along with it.
“you’d be into that, ka'rta?” he asked, rolling over on top of your body, covering yours with his as he helped you settle comfortably against the pillows. “you want me to fuck you with my helmet on?”
“mmm..” you hummed, still giggling as he grabbed the helmet, planting some sloppy kisses over your neck, almost as if he were savouring the taste of your skin before he wouldn’t be able to kiss it anymore. “just a little though.”
“just a little?” he asked, voice turning into that grumbled drawl as he placed the helmet over his head, covering every last piece of his face. you let your hand travel down to his soft underwear, your hand squeezing the outline of him gently through the fabric. you could hear the way his breath hitched, even through his helmet.
“well.. maybe a little more than a little.” you answered, smirking as you felt him push his hips forward, almost as if he were silently encouraging you to take him out of the confines of him draws.
you took the hint and accommodated him on pushing the clothing down his thighs, watching as he kicked them the rest of the way off. the sight of him was so erotic and you were sure — even as good as you and din’s sex life already was — that you’d never done anything hotter than this.
“god, din,” you moaned, your head falling back as you rocked your hips upward, your clit throbbing uncomfortably beneath the silk bed-wear. you weren’t wearing any underwear — you never did underneath pyjamas — and you were sure your thighs were coated now. you could feel it, your skin uncomfortably sticky. “you’re making me crazy,”
“okay, it’s okay love. i’ve got you.” he could tell how worked up you were getting. as your husband, he was very in-tuned to these sorts of things. the past two years of making love to you, fucking you ever so gently to take you to that place of bliss he knew you needed after a long day. or sometimes, he was a little rougher. bending you over the panel of the razor crest, pounding his cock into you with little care for how overstimulated you were getting. you act up like this? you take it cyar'ika. from all of that, it was pretty easy to tell what you wanted and needed. and he wasn’t about to deprive you of it.
he reached down and flipped the skirt of your night dress up, the soft, familiar silk feeling comforting on his hand. as he revealed your lower half, you hissed. the room temperature air on your glistening cunt hitting you like a truck. you whimpered, dropping your head back, completely surrendering yourself to mando for him to do with you as he pleased. he always did know how to please you after all.
silently, he reached for your cunt, running his thumb through your slit to feel just how wet you really were. and god, you didn’t disappoint. his fucking girl, his wife. always so ready for his cock.
he brought his thumb back up to the top of your slit, pressing down on your clit gently to gauge a reaction from you. immediately, you whimpered again, reaching forward to clutch his arm. “so ready, love. yooba solus mesh'la, goddamn.”
you smiled hazily, nodding and lifting your hips up into his hands. “ngh - yeah,” you gasped. “please — fuck, din. stop teasing.” you whined, desperation evident in your voice.
“c’mon, let’s get this pussy nice and full.” he groaned, reaching down to grip his cock in one hand while using his other to spread you open to his liking. mando was always relatively quiet during sex, he wasn’t a talker at the best of times, anyway. it didn’t bother you much, certainly not now anyway, when he was prodding his drooling cock at your entrance, his own breaths breaking into an uneven moan when he felt your wet entrance on his sensitive glands.
the first push in made you gasp. it always did, what with mando’s size. he always filled you so good, his tip kissing your cervix as he settled inside of you fully. your walls hugged him comfortably, a warm embrace that made him drop his helmeted head into your neck. “fuck, honey. so warm.” he mumbled.
you nodded, eyes falling shut as he rocked his hips just once in an experimental way, testing your readiness. for a split second, you wished you could feel his lips on your neck, nipping and sucking in the way he knew you loved. it was like a secret language between the two of you, one only the two of you were aware of and it felt a little disappointing not to feel it right now.
but.. you could really deny that view. not with the way he looked in this fucking helmet, face buried in your neck while he rocked into you gently, his hand fumbling down between your legs to your clit. his rolled it between two fingers and you clenched down on him, the two of you groaning in perfect unison.
and although you were enjoying his ministrations, you are growing somewhat frustrated at his slow pace. you whined in a mix of impatience and neediness. “please din, need it harder.” you moaned, your hands travelling up his back, nails digging in slightly when he drew gentle, pressured patterns on your bundle of flesh.
you could practically see the smirk through his armoured face. something he didn’t do often, mostly only in moments like these. “harder? is that what you need? ya need me to put my baby in you tonight?”
you hiccuped, chest tightening at his lewd words as he pulled his face back from your neck, letting it hover over your own. “y-yes. god — just.. want a baby with you so bad,” tears sprung to your eyes and you weren’t sure if they were from pleasure, frustration or the genuine wish to have another addition to the family you and din already had. “a baby brother or s-sister for grogu.”
you clung to his back tighter now as if it were your only lifeline. like if you dug your nails hard enough or squeezed his muscles tight enough, he’d grant you this. one hand stayed on your clit while the other cupped your soft belly. “I’m going to give that to you, love,” din told you, voice firm with determination but you could hear the way it cracked slightly with that underlying emotion. something deeper than he’d ever fully expressed to you while you’d both talked about a baby. “going to give it to you just right and give you that baby.”
you nodded but before you could form an answer, din drew back far enough that just his cock head was sheathed inside you before slamming back in, just how you’d asked. it made you cry out — sharp and sudden, the air being forced from your lungs. it rattled your insides in the most satisfying way and nudged that sensitive spot nestled deep in your walls.
“tell me how bad you need this, ka'rta. tell me how bad you need my cum.” and his voice sounded pleading. like if he didn’t hear you describe this thing for him, if he didn’t hear your struggling, pleased voice, that he would never be whole. it was the kind of desperation that he reserved only for your ears and the trust in that made you even more aroused and even more emotional, your moans and gasps turning into sobs fairly quickly.
he set a steady, yet brutal pace all the same while you frantically searched for the words that suited exactly how you felt right now. it was so perfect, his fingers on your sweet spot, his cock on that even sweeter one inside of you, dragging through your walls and your ears drowning in the sound of steady slapping of skin.
“need — oh that’s it, right there, i.. god i need it so bad, baby. just need to be full of you. wanted it all — all day.” you stuttered, voice high pitched as he stimulated you.
you opened your mouth to continue babbling about whatever you thought of quick enough but nothing came out. you lost your vocalisation skills pretty quickly when the only thing your ears could hear and your brain could concentrate on were din’s moans and groans and grunts as he fucked his cock in and out of you.
you were both a sweating mess, both bodies rocking and bouncing slightly with ever thrust and right now? it was just you two. just the two of you in this whole planet. in this whole galaxy. nothing and nobody mattered outside of this life you’d both built for yourselves.
and you were right there.
right where mando needed you to be.
“s’right there, din,” you sobbed quietly, clutching his body loosely as your control started to slip. and din knew what was coming. you always got like this right around now when he fucked you dumb on his cock. whiny, messy, a little teary eyed. he knew you like the back of his hand, you know? the way your body reacted in moments like these — when he hit that special spot.
it was so beautiful, watching you cry and whinge from the impact of his cock on your g-spot. “i know, baby. i know how to take care of your special spot, you just lay back and relax. you about to cum?”
“i.. y-yeah.. m’gonna cum. gonna.. m’gonna — fuck, din!” you gasp when his hips pick up the pace, your hips rolling almost as if they had a mind of their own — your only focus now, being your climax.
mando smiled. you looked so damn adorable like this, all desperate and glowing. “come on, mesh'la. i know your holding back, you’re clenching. just let go for me, my love. let me feel you.” his voice sounded muffled through the helmet yet his words landed right in your core, encouraging you to stop being stubborn and just allow yourself to feel that sweet release.
your stomach clenched, your walls twitching and with one deep exhale paired with a sharp cry, you shattered. your walls rippled around his length, sending a charming tingle up din’s sensitive cock, your convulsing only contributing to the ache building in his balls. his stomach simmered with a warm, dangerous heat, his cock starting to twitch as he let you cry it out.
you sobbed loudly and all thoughts of grogu next door completely left your head. mando wrapped both arms around your waist and sat back on his heels, pulling you up into his lap while he did. he gently pulled your face into the crook of his neck, pacifying your cries. he grunted while he fucked up into you and your gasps turned broken, shaky.
“din — din, baby.. I can’t..” you sniffled into his bare shoulder, your teeth sinking into the sweat damp flesh to control yourself.
din grunted and moaned, hissing as he felt his balls draw up. “it’s coming, you can take it, baby.” he gritted, his cock spurting thick ropes of cream inside of your walls, hopefully swimming towards your womb if you were lucky. mando’s face dropped into your neck, the metal feeling odd on your hot skin.
the next two minutes consisted of the two of you mushed together, the fluids of one another dripping onto skin and the sounds of ragged breaths. you leaned back looking at the way dins head flopped down, bowing as it moved from your neck.
it made you giggle — how exhausted he seemed and you reached forward, pulling the helmet off of his head and revealing his red, flushed face, his hair tousled from the armour.
you cupped his cheeks and he looked up at you with those loving, brown orbs of his. “hey,” you whispered, voice slightly giddy from that post coital comedown.
both his arms lazily tightened around your waist and his lips twitched as he leaned in to press a soft kiss to your lips. “hey.”
hope you guys enjoyed my first mando fic! I had a blast writing this. please consider reblogging, liking or even dropping a follow if you enjoyed :)
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