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This DARK!Pedroboy's taking off his best just for YOU 💋 He's smirking down at you and he loves to watch you watch him with his fingers in his tie and that glint in his eye. Enjoying every moment, are we? Well the hungry DARK!Pedroboys are dying to spend some time alone with you. They've gotten restless with just this little pet around. And I've promised to deliver them some fresh sweetmeats 👅🥩🧁 They're expecting you...
All of these fics have a monster or "evil" Pedroboy 🏴👹💀😈
18+ mind the warnings, when I say dark I MEAN IT - the boys do enjoy a meal of DDDNE (Dead Dove Do Not Eat). Will be updating at the DARK!Pedroboys' bidding...
good god i forgot what it was like to watch din djarin do his thing. he’s so capable, he’s so protective, he’s so smart…. he’s a good pilot, he can fight, he fixes things….. he speaks multiple languages… his voice……… he’s so strong….
Summary: Travelling with a great bounty hunter is not the easiest. But it's even harder for Din when he slowly develops feelings for you. But being the silent one, he never tells you anything. Not until one night.
Warnings: helmetless Din, yearning, MDNI (+18), slight swearing, male masturbation, blindfolding, Din eating it from the back, fingering, unprotected p in v, Din has nipple piercings, soft aftercare, one playful ass smack
Word count: ~ 3,3k
You didn’t remember anymore the time you’ve been traveling with Din. Since the moment he passed by your planet and asked for your help, he’s been a quiet presence beside you. You never expected to meet a bounty hunter, asking for your help with a creature you’ve never seen before. He called him the Child, Grogu.
He was a serious man, not talking much, but if he did then it happened only so he can give out orders. Sometimes you wondered if there was a part of him that was yearning for small conversations too, or if he was just trying to keep his distance from you for different reasons. Either way, you still tried to talk to him, even if the only answer was a soft hum coming from under his helmet.
You did your research during your travels, became aware that the helmet was a part of him. A good mercenary told you about the Mandalorians’ history. How their planet became lifeless and what rumors revolved around it.
And in that moment you understood that Din didn’t wear his helmet all the time because he had to — though it’s true that his Creed required it — he wore it because it brought him peace. It wasn’t that heavy beskar armor that kept him safe, it was the helmet because without it he could only feel guilt for breaking the law of the Mandalorians.
You never questioned him when he walked away to a quiet corner of the ship with Grogu at dinner time, instead you settled into the front of the ship so you could give them their space, so he could lift his helmet just for the time he finishes his soup.
But lately you started to wonder what the man really looked like under that heavy armor, and behind the tall walls he built around himself.
Grogu cooed in your lap as you sat in the seat besides Din at the front of the ship. The small creature reached for the small silver ball in your hand, and you held it out so he could take it freely. But instead of taking it like he would normally do, the ball flew up in the air, and you watched, completely mesmerized how it landed perfectly in his small hand.
“Hey, you’re using your powers better and better every day,” you cheered him on, and the Child only leaned against you, playing with his new toy.
Your eyes lifted from his small frame, landing on the man sitting beside you. Your breath caught in your throat when you saw that he was already turned towards you, and you were sure he watched the whole interaction through his t-visor. You flashed a shy smile in his way, and he quickly turned forward, the seat creaking under him.
You got used to this routine, him not saying anything, you sitting there, trying to pretend like nothing happened, but sometimes this silence grew a little too thick, making you confused.
Your thoughts were broken by the loud yawn of Grogu, and you took that as your cue. You took the silver ball from his hand, placing it on the console as you stood up with him in your arms. Din didn’t hear you, or he just pretended like that, so you walked up to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. His body immediately went rigid under your touch before he relaxed again.
“I’m going to put Grogu to sleep, then I think I’ll call it a day too. Try not to crash the ship until then, alright?” you tried to joke, but you only got a nod in return.
Your hand fell from his shoulder as you walked to the back of the ship, the door closing behind you with a loud hiss, and Din let out a long sigh. He hated to pretend like he didn’t care about you, hated to see how well you could bound with the Child, he hated every part of himself that told him to keep away from you. And still, he couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to your touch.
It was like every cell of his body focused on your hand on his shoulder, the feeling spreading in him rapidly.
He tried to focus on driving the ship, but the growing bulge in his pants made it impossible. With a loud sigh he smashed the auto-pilot button on the console, tearing the gloves off of his hands, and letting them land beside the chair. He gripped the armrest of the seat to try and get himself in control again, but the his needs won, his arousal building with each passing second.
His right hand fell to the tent on the front of his pants, and he threw back his head, the helmet clinking weakly as he started to palm himself through the rough fabric.
His thoughts wandered, imagining you doing this to him. That soft hand that was on his shoulder just minutes ago, pleasing him while he was just watching from behind his t-visor. He was sure that he was going against his Creed’s law, but he didn’t care at that moment.
When he felt like he couldn’t take it anymore, he made quick work with the fly at the front. His hand immediately wrapped around himself the moment he freed his cock, and a loud groan left his mouth as he started stroking himself at a steady pace.
He wondered if it would be the same if you were the one stroking him. Surely not, he answered himself, your hands were softer, his were full of callouses that built up throughout the years. And what if you were using your mouth?
Din imagined you kneeling in front of him, his hand replaced by the warmth of your mouth. His hand moved faster on his length, his precum making every movement easier as he chased his orgasm.
He hated the way the glass of the t-visor blurred with every breath he let out, but he didn’t stop.
In just a few more seconds he was on the edge, and with the last stroke he came hard, ropes of his cum landing on the floor of the ship. “Shit,” he cursed under his breath, his hand slowing down as he looked at the mess he made. He felt frustrated, but relieved at the same time, a feeling that he never got to experience before.
And this went on like this for three more weeks. Every time you touched him, even for the briefest little connection made him hard, and the moment you left, he never hesitated to relieve himself of the pressure.
Until one night at an inn.
Din was skeptical about it at first when you told him you had a friend at an inn where you could stay, but he had to admit that the thought of a normal bed was really alluring for his aching body.
The problems only started when your friend announced that they only had one room left.
Din immediately wanted to back out of the plan. Being in the same room as you for so long seemed almost impossible to him, especially after everything he has done while you were peacefully sleeping rooms away from him. But somehow you still managed to convince him, saying that it was only for one night.
The next obstacle was Grogu. The small creature decided to start his own little life, finding other children that could play with him, resulting in him not coming back to your shared room.
Din was on the brink of losing it, pacing uo and down in the room despite your tries to calm him down. Eventually you both agreed on going to sleep. At least you tried to, but both of you knew that you were just going to lay awake beside each other.
Din started to feel more uncomfortable at the sudden proximity of your body, and he tried to keep a distance, but it was hard when he felt like he could combust any moment if he didn’t get to touch you.
The helmet wasn’t doing justice to him either, the metal pressing into the back of his head as he tried to remain as rigid as he could. He wondred if he would commit a crime if he took it off and slept like that. The beskar was pushing heavily against his skull, and he was sure that if he continued to lay like this, then he would have to say goodbye to a deep sleep.
“Cyar'ika?”
“Yeah?” you hummed, turning your head towards him in the darkness. His armor shone in the light of the moon, and you were sure that you caught just a small glinpse of his eyes behind the helmet as he moved to push himself to a sitting position.
“Can I… Can I take off my helmet?” he asked hesitantly, and your breath caught at the unexpected question.
“But isn’t that against the law of your Creed, Din?”
“Not if you’re not looking at me,” he answered.
You didn’t wait for further questions, only turned on your side, your back facing him, and that was all he needed as a confirmation. His hands lifted the heavy helmet, the metal being placed on the ground carefully, and he finally took in a deep breath. As long as you weren’t looking at him he was fine with being helmetless.
The moment his head hit the pillow he fell into the deepest sleep of his life.
You woke abruptly in the middle of the night when a hand sneaked onto your waist. Your first instinct was to try and turn around, but you quickly remembered where you were and what happened the evening before, so you just remained on your side. Din’s hot breath landed on the back of your neck, and deep down you wished that you could just see how he looked like while fast asleep, when he didn’t have to worry about anything.
Your hand covered his, and he instinctively moved closer to you, his body now pressing flush against yours. You could feel everything. A blush crept on your face when you felt him pressing hard against you, and you tried to put a little distance between you, but he simply pulled you back against him, his head burying into your hair.
You felt yourself grow wet at the thought of him being aroused, and you couldn’t help the small roll of your hips against his groin. He let out a soft growl, his hand tigtening on your waist, and in that moment you knew that you woke him up.
“You’re playing with fire, cyar'ika,” he warned you. This was the first time you heard his voice without the helmet and you couldn’t help, but clench your thighs together at the soft rumble. But you didn’t miss a chance at pushing your ass back again.
He quickly steadied you, pushing you on your stomach and climbing behind you. He leaned close to you, his breath brushing your ear. “You’re not good at taking warnings, huh?”
You were looking at the pillow in front of you, and when you tried to move your head to the side, his hand carefully turned it forward again. His body suddenly disappeared from behind you, and you were tempted to look where did he go and what he was doing as you heard the rustle of fabric and the clink of metal, but he quickly appeared again.
“I’m going to blindfold you, alright? We can’t risk anything here,” he murmured, and he lifted a thin strap of fabric in front of your eyes. Your vision went pitch black as he tied it in a firm knot at the back of your head, and your other senses heightened immediately.
Din lifted you onto your hands and knees, and even though you were still fully clothed, you felt the most naked in your life under his gaze. His palm drew a path on your spine, down to the waistband of your thick pants, and he pulled them down in one swift movement, exposing your panties to his eyes. You were sure he could see the wet patch on it when he let out a quiet curse.
What you didn’t expect though was how suddenly he pulled them to the side, the cool air hitting your pussy quickly replaced by the warmth of his mouth. A moan left your lips, and the sheets bunched up between your fingers as he groaned behind you, the waves traveling up your body.
His tongue drew a path from your clit to your entrance, and he repeated his moves with more firmness, his hands gripping your hips to ground himself. His mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking gently at it, and your moan filled the room.
You didn’t even notice when one of his hands moved from your thigh, but the feeling of one of his fingers dipping between your folds made you aware of it. Before a moan could even leave your mouth, he buried his finger inside you, leaving you completely breathless.
He started to move it at a steady pace, his mouth still connected to your clit, and the feeling was absolutely overwhelming. You’ve never felt anything like this in years, and while in the last few months you often got yourself off at the thought of him eating you out, you never thought that one day it would really happen.
Your thoughts were broken by your own moan of Din’s name as you came on his finger, your body falling forward between the pillows as the waves of your high washed all over you.
Neither of you moved for a few seconds, him waiting for you to recover, and you too spent to even move a muscle.
He was the one to break the silence and peace that settled in. You felt the mattress dip beside you, and you tried to use your hearing to understand what was happening.
“Come here, cyar'ika,” he tapped your side. You weren’t expecting him to let you be on top, and you were slightly intimidated by the task when you clearly couldn’t see anything. He saw your hesitation, so he helped you.
You didn’t expect to meet bare skin, and a surprised moan left your lips when you felt his cock behind you. Your hands landed on his chest, and your palm was met with something cold, almost as cold as his beskar armor usually was. But you didn’t question him, instead you started to move your hips back against him, and a soft groan rolled off of his lips when you covered his length in your wetness.
You reached behind you to take him in your palm, rising slightly from his lap so you could line him up with your entrance. You slowly started to sink down on him, and you felt his hands shot to either side of your hips, helping you. Your mouth opened to a soft moan, and your head fell forward as he bottomed out. You quickly remembered that your top was still on, so you made quick work with the zipper, chucking the fabric to the side, leaving you completely bare for his eyes. You slowly started to move above him, your movements guided by his hold, and the feeling was overwhelming.
Din could only groan beneath you as his eyes were glued to your body. He planted his feet firm on the mattress as he met your moves with powerful thrusts, and you gave control to him completely when you leaned forward, bracing yourself on his chest. He didn’t check twice as his arms wrapped around your body, and his thrusts became faster and harder.
He buried his face between your breasts, kissing up his way to the column of your throat. He delivered a particularly hard thrust at the same time he nipped at your throat, and this was all you needed to fly over the edge again. He felt your walls tighten around him, so he slowed down his movements. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you rode out your orgasm, him softly rocking his hips against yours.
When your grip disappeared from his shoulders, and your body stopped trembling, he started to chase his own high too, speeading up again. He listened to your soft moans as his mouth got closer to your lips, and the moment he sealed them together in a kiss, he came hard, not leaving a moment for him to pull out.
The kiss laste long after he came down from his own high, and you only pulled back from him because of the lack of oxygen. You carefully laid down beside him, the loss of him making you whimper. You felt him shift next to you, and the next thing you knew was that the blindfold was lifted from your eyes. You had to blink a few times before the room came back to you, and your gaze immediately fell on the man beside you — now with his helmet back on.
“Are you alright?” he asked you, and your response was a nod with a weak smile. You moved to lay down on his chest when your eyes caught something shiny. You braced yourself on the bed, your gaze falling to his nipples that were pierced.
“Are these…”
Deep down he was grateful that instead of pointing out his scars, you chose to ask about his piercings. But now he had to explain it all to you. “Piercings?” he finished your question, and you nodded, your fingers lifting to touch the metal.
“Where did you get them?”
“I was young. Got back from my first mission, received my first payment of beskar. I didn’t really think back then,” he explained, stopping for a second as you touched the tiny beskar rod again, goosebumps breaking out over his whole body. “Used most of it up for a new armor, but I kept the scraps. I was curious, so one night I just pierced myself.”
“Yourself?” you asked surprised, propping yourself on his chest and looking straight into his t-visor.
“Yeah. It hurt like hell, and it still doesn’t have any purpose to this day.”
You moved your head down on his chest, leaning to place a soft kiss on the piercing while your gaze remained on his helmet. “Well, I like them.”
“You do?”
“Hm. It was an unexpected surprise, but not an unpleasant one.”
He hummed under the helmet, reaching to pull the sheet over your bodies. He hugged you close to him, feeling the warmth of your body. His hand was resting on your lower back, and you let out a quiet chuckle when you moved, and it fell down to your ass. He didn’t say anything though.
“Din?”
“Hm?”
“What will we do with Grogu?” you reminded him, and he let out an annoyed sigh.
“That damn kid. Sometimes he can be so damn stubborn.”
“He really reminds me of a certain someone,” you teased, and it only earned a playful smack on your ass from him.
“Sleep, cyar'ika,” Din said, and you laid back down with a chuckle, burying your face in his shoulder as he pulled you closer.
Sleep immediately pulled you under, the exhaustion finally catching up with your body. Din made sure that you were alright, studying how your face smoothened, the worries disappearing, and only then did he let his head rest against the soft pillow.
He didn’t even care anymore about the helmet pressing into the back of his head. He had you in his arms, and that was all that mattered to him in that moment.
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I hope this doesn't get anyone's panties in a bunch, but our boy looked SO matrix-esque he reminded me of the sweetest vampire I'd ever seen. Made me think of all the ways we deprive ourselves of creativity, whether intentionally or circumstantially. All artists have a tendency to do this, including me. I'm going back to easier art projects that I can also utilize for my May surrealism study. With Mando on the horizon as well, I don't want to get too over-extended....
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Pedro Pascal, Modern Love Podcast
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
