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Summary : Catching you crying over your ex who doesn’t give a shit about you, secrets are revealed as your boss proves just how much he doesn’t deserve you.
Warnings : insecure reader, sweet but super possessive Din (lowkey some jealousy), praise, spanking, body worshipping if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), choking, rough sex, squirting, and kinky sex tape making 😎
A/N: Getting back into writing after a year, forgive me if it sucks. Missing Din, Grogu and the Razor Crest. Lowkey dubcon, lowkey self indulgent, lowkey a badly written fic, my first Din smut lmao I just need Din to fuck some sense into me Din calls you mesh’la many times cause you are :3
Translations : mesh’la (beautiful)
Hey, you there?
[Delivered 8 hours ago]
You checked the message, sighing as you did. You were sitting on a crate in the Razor Crest’s hull. You just finished doing the necessary chores around the ship. You fed the child, gave him a bath, as well as prepared a meal for your employer. You finished all that and more in the span of eight hours, and he couldn’t even be bothered to reply.
You hovered your thumbs over your datapad, carefully thinking of what to text. You quickly typed out a few messages at one go, immediately sent it then placed your datapad face down to avoid thinking about it.
You looked around the hull, fiddling with your fingers as you searched for something to do, anything to distract you. You settled on going upstairs to the cockpit to let your employer know that dinner’s ready.
As you reached the cockpit, you knocked the side of the wall, watching the shiny beskar helmet that was peeking out of the pilot seat’s headrest, the metal reflecting the azure hue of hyperspace tilt to the right before speaking.
“Mando, dinner’s ready, do you wanna have it here or downstairs?” you asked.
“Downstairs. Go tuck Grogu in for the night, then I’ll go,” he replied. You nodded before realising he couldn’t see your reply so you whispered a soft ‘okay’ before heading downstairs.
As you descended the ladder, you turned your head towards the child who was busy chewing on a toy, before approaching him and carrying him.
“Grogu, dada said it’s bedtime.” You pulled his little green hand away from his mouth and placed the toy down as Grogu whined in disagreement. Your gaze softens as you watch his tiny sad face, his big dark eyes glistening.
“I’m sorry sweetie I don’t make the rules, I promise I’ll play more with you tomorrow okay? We’ll even play hide and seek.” You kissed his forehead and tapped the control panel at the side of the bunker door, watching the door slide open before placing him in the hammock above Mando’s bed.
“Now now, go to sleep for me okay? Dream about catching frogs and watching fishies swimming for me.” You smiled at him as you gently shook the hammock side to side, slowly swinging it to lull him to sleep.
You waited there for a few more minutes, making sure Grogu shuts his eyes and drifts into slumber before turning off the bunker light and closing the door. You then grabbed your datapad and stuffed it into your back pocket as you went back to the cockpit.
“Grogu’s asleep, you can go have dinner now,” you sighed as you walked into the cockpit, standing behind the Mandalorian’s chair. He nodded once then tapped a few buttons on the console, turning the autopilot on before standing and looking at you.
“Thank you.”
You gave him a quick smile and watched as he descended the ladder, then pulled out your datapad from your back pocket and plopped down onto the passenger’s seat.
All alone in the cockpit, you shut your eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath before you switched on your datapad.
No new messages.
You scoffed and shook your head, annoyed, but also hurt. You tapped on the chat and reread your messages you sent your ex with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. You scrolled up to the last time he talked to you, and scrolled all the way down to the most recent set of messages you sent him. You did it over and over again, rereading the messages as if it will magically make new messages appear. You were the only one doing the talking, all his replies were one worded or he just doesn’t reply, causing you to double text.
He promised to stay in your life. He promised to take care of you. He promised to never abandon you.
Your mind drifts away, overthinking about what’s he’s probably doing right now. Probaby spending time and talking to his so called amazing girlfriend he cheated on you with and fucking her, telling her how much he loves her…
You jolted as you heard the Mandalorian calling your name. You quickly switched the datapad off and turned to look at him.
“Why are you crying?”
“Huh?” You blinked.
His gloved hand extended out to touch your cheek, and as he pulled his hand back, you saw liquid coating the tips of his dry leather gloves.
His helmet tilted slightly as he waited for an answer. You gulped and wiped your tears quickly with both hands before clutching onto your datapad.
“I- um, it’s nothing, just something got caught into my eyes-” you started an attempt to explain before he cut you off.
“Cut the crap. Why are you crying?”
You looked at him guiltily and tried your best to hide the datapad away from his sight as his helmet tilted away from your face, watching your movements before he reached out in a split second, grabbing the datapad from your hands.
“No don’t-”
It was too late. He switched the datapad on wordlessly and immediately saw your chats with your ex, his helmet straight as he reads it. He took in a big inhale, his chest expanding as he scrolled upwards and continued reading.
A minute of silence later, he exhales slowly and gives you the datapad back gently. Embarrassed, you quickly grabbed it and hid it under your thigh.
“Why are you still talking to him?” He bit out as he watched you hide the datapad.
“It’s complicated, okay Mando? I just-” you started.
“Enlighten me.” He folded his arms and shifted his weight onto his right side as he waited for an explanation.
You looked at him and then put your head in your hands, massaging your forehead and temples for a few seconds before pulling your hands back towards your hair and neck. You sighed and brought your hands back down, clasping it together.
You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and watched as he loomed over you, waiting for an explanation. You sighed.
“It’s… complicated, okay? He- he cheated on me the entire time we were dating but I don’t want to lose him, I know I’m stupid. I’m so attached, I need to be cared for, I-
You gulped.
“I’m scared to be alone.”
“You have me and Grogu, you’re not alone.” The Mandalorian interjects.
“I know, but it’s not what I meant,” you quickly added.
“Then?”
“I’m scared to be alone. I’m scared I'll end up alone… with no one to love me,” you spoke quietly, looking down at your fingers to avoid his gaze.
He stood there wordlessly for a few seconds, taking in your words. You took a deep breath, the silence making you uncomfortable.
“That’s not true,” he finally replied calmly, causing you to turn your head to look at him.
“Yes it is, Mando.” You shook your head in frustration before standing up quickly, wanting to avoid any more confrontation. However, before you could get away from him to retreat to your quarters and cry, he grabbed your wrist.
You gasped softly at his sudden hold on your wrist, then pulled and twisted your arm as you attempted to break free.
“Let me go Mando I’m not in the mood-’’
“That’s not true and you know it. We both know it,” he spoke clearly.
Your eyebrows pulled together as you squinted, looking at him with a confused expression, not understanding what he’s trying to say.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking Mando, but it’s all false, I’ll end up alone like I always do, no one there to love me or even think about me-”
“I think about you.’’ He interjected again.
“I already told you, Mando not in that way-’’
“I think about how pretty you are, how pretty and smart.”
You rolled your eyes. What a bunch of lies. He’s just saying that to make you feel better, you thought to yourself.
Just then he pulls you in close, holding both your wrists tightly to make you listen.
“Don’t.” He continues as he places his palms at the back of your hands, pushing them to rest against the cool surface of his shiny beskar cuirass, causing your lips to part as you look down at your hands on his chest.
“I think about your lovely laugh when you play with the kid, I think about your caring nature, how you look out for us, I think about your gorgeous body, the way your hips sway when you walk.”
You chuckled awkwardly and looked away, his fake words annoyingly making you breathless.
“Mando-”
“I think about the way you moan softly in the shower as you pleasure yourself, pleasure yourself to the thought of me when you think I can’t hear you say my name.”
Oh.
“T-that’s not true, you couldn't possibly hear me.”
“Oh, but I can mesh’la, my helmet enhances sounds.”
Fuck.
You exhaled shakily, looking everywhere else except the dark visor of his helmet. Just then, he holds your chin gently, tilting your face upwards to make you look at him.
“Do you like me mesh’la?”
“W-well yeah, you’re funny-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
You gulped, your throat feeling dry out of sudden as you struggle to speak.
“Do you like me, mesh’la?” Mando pressed again.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Looking into the intimidating, dark ‘T’ of his visor, you nodded in reply slowly.
“That’s what I thought.” He tapped your chin with the back of his finger, pleased with your answer.
He continues, “So what I don’t understand is, why are you still talking to that piece of shit when I’m right here?”
You pulled away and shook your head.
“I don’t blame him. I”m so needy all the time-”
“So what if you’re needy?”
“-and the distance, he’s far.”
“So what? I would cross galaxies just to be with you. It’s not a fucking excuse to be unfaithful.”
His hands move towards your wrists again, holding them tightly. You can tell he was getting pissed off by the second, so you stayed silent.
“He is nothing but a fucking dickhead. He doesn't deserve you and you know it. Tell me you know it.”
Silence.
He moves one gloved hand towards your neck slowly, resting his pointer finger and thumb under your jaw, squeezing gently.
“Tell me you fucking know it.”
You nod quickly, gulping against his hand before you yelp as he grabs your neck with slight pressure and pulls you forward towards him, your hands scrambling to take his hand off his hold on your neck before he bends you forward over the cockpit console. He releases your neck, then places his hand on your back to keep you down.
Before you can protest, you gasp loudly as he yanks your pants down in one swift motion, leaving you in your panties. Just then, you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek.
You yelp and moan softly as the pain on your skin is soothed immediately after with his gloved hand.
“Tell me mesh’la, what do you know?”
You stayed silent, head feeling giddy in pleasure and pain.
He spanks you again a few times in a row, each spank getting harder, causing your skin to tickle in pain. You rubbed your thighs together.
“I want an answer. What is it that you know?”
You whimper loudly as you shut your eyes, trying to think of your conversation with him right before he took control. You open your eyes when you remember.
“I- I know that he doesn't deserve me, Mando.”
“There we go.”
The Mandalorian hums in pleasure as he rubs his gloved palm against your sore skin, rubbing it slowly and gently, soothing the sensitive and swollen area before he pulls away for a quick second. As he returns, you gasp and moan softly as his now bare, warm hands push up your shirt, pushing it upwards to remove it from your body completely. Following the action, your nipples harden and goosebumps form all over your body as the cool air of the ship hits your warm skin. You blushed, realising you were left in just your panties, while he was still covered in his armour from head to toe.
You stiffen as you hear the sound of air hissing, then the sound of metal being placed on the console beside you. You turned to look, but was quickly stopped by Mando as he held the back of your neck.
“Don’t look,” he spoke gently, his unmodulated voice catching you off guard, causing you to jolt slightly as you felt his warm breath fan against your neck, right under your ear. His voice sounded so warm, clear and husky without the helmet in the way, making you moan softly to yourself as you heard it. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t as you felt his lips brush against your skin, placing light kisses all over your neck, slowly moving lower and lower down the back of your body.
You shut your eyes as he continued placing kisses all over your back. He then kneeled onto the floor with a clang, the sound of his beskar armour scraping against the metal floor of the ship as he kissed down your hips and all over the globes of your clothed ass.
“So pretty, so warm, so soft.” He squeezed your ass with both hands and caresses it, causing you to gasp and moan softly before he continues,
“Doesn’t deserve to touch you or even look at you.”
He then hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling it down your ass and legs slowly until they reach your ankles.
“Wonder if you taste as good as you look,” he whispered lowly, just enough for you to catch his words.
His thumbs moved closer to the cleft of your ass, pulling the skin away to spread your folds from the back before he licked a slow strip from your clit to your opening without warning. You moan his name out loud, biting your lip as you rest your head against the console, mindful of the buttons and controls.
He repeats the motion, licking from your clit to opening, bottom to top over and over again for a few times before pulling away with a suck on your clit, causing you to jolt. He immediately goes back in, circling his tongue around your clit, causing your legs to tremble before he pushes his tongue against your opening slightly, twirling his tongue around as you moan and whine in pleasure.
You arch your back involuntarily, the motion pushing your pussy backwards into his face as you shut your eyes, moaning loudly while he places both hands on your ass to grab it tightly as he continues eating you out.
He moans, muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations to your sensitive area before pulling away with a loud, lewd slurp after a while. He spanks your ass one last time as he gets back onto his feet, then rubs his big warm hands all over the span of your back.
“So tasty, so sweet, so perfect.” He squeezes your ass, causing you to gasp and moan. He continues, “What a perfect pretty thing, I want to make you all mine. All mine.”
You whimper and move to rest your top half on your forearms, nodding eagerly in reply as one of his hands moves towards your jaw, before he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his digits, obediently licking and sucking on them as he moans.
His other hand moves to free his erect dick from the confines of his pants, leaving the rest of his body covered.
You suddenly feel the fat, blunt tip of his dick rub against your folds, coating himself with your wet pussy as he moves it front and back against you. You feel the size of his length sliding in between your folds, causing you to whine impatiently.
“Tell me you’re mine, mesh’la. Tell me you’re my girl and I’ll give you everything.”
You nod eagerly. “Please Mando, I’m yours, no one else’s, I’m your girl please-”
You gasp out loud, unable to finish your pleading as his tip pushes into your opening, stretching you out as you moan. He leaves the tip in for a bit before pulling out, then pushes himself all the way in fully.
He hisses as you moan loudly, your head dropping onto the console rather harshly. His hand moves from your mouth towards your head to soothe the sore spot quickly, before he drags his hands down your bare back slowly, then settles on holding your hips firmly.
“So beautiful, so perfect, so wet, f-feel so good,” Mando stuttered out as your pussy fluttered around him at his praise.
He slowly pulls out until the tip is left in, then pushes back in, repeating the motion at a slow and steady pace.
“Oh, Mando, feels so full, so f- ull,” you moaned, his girthy dick sliding in and out of you, giving you so much pleasure.
He moans and growls quietly as he grips your hips tighter and kicks your legs apart further, before picking up the pace, moving his hips back and forth against your ass faster and harder.
You shut your eyes and grab onto the front of the console as your mouth parts in a silent scream, your breath stuck in your throat. Nothing but the lewd plapping sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the cockpit. You finally catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling before moaning out loud and brokenly.
The Mandalorian moans with you as he continues pistoning his dick in and out of you, fucking you deep and fast. He grabs your hips tightly, before extending one hand out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you backwards to rest your warm back flush against his cold armour. You hiss at the sudden cold contact, but forget about it quickly as his other hand moves to your clit, rubbing tight circles.
He leans in and rests his stubbled chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear before dragging his teeth against your earlobe lightly.
“All mine to love, all mine to worship,” he grunts before continuing, “to fuck.”
You mewl in pleasure, your legs trembling at the added stimulation. You shut your eyes as your lips part in a gasp, feeling his big length sliding in and out of you over and over again as his thick digits tease your fluttering pussy. Your hand moves behind you and flaps around before finding purchase on the Mandalorian’s soft mop of hair on his head and tugging on it tightly, earning a growl from the man.
Just as you were enjoying it, Mando pulled away completely, removing his hands and dick from you, causing your hand that was tugging on his soft hair to drop loosely on your side. He reaches out to pick his helmet off the console and puts it back on. He leans away from you to leave.
Your eyes open as your face drops. You were about to say something before he leans back forward and grabs a fistful of your hair again, then immediately shoves himself back inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned his name out brokenly. His pace changed as he growled, fucking you with even more effort, even harder and faster now.
Your eyes fluttered open, only to make eye contact with your datapad’s camera with the flash on.
“Look mesh’la, tell that jerk how good I’m making you feel.” His modulated voice returns.
You moan and bite your lip at the sight of the filthy action by the Mandalorian, going cross-eyed when he suddenly drives into the deepest part of your body and stays still.
“S-so good. So good. So deep- fuck.” You moan as you go crossed eyed again, involuntarily throwing your head back against his helmet with a dull ‘thump’ as the Mandalorian keeps grinding his length deep inside of you.
His hand releases the tight grip on your hair and moves it towards your neck, holding you firmly and pulling you backwards so your face is visible to the camera, arching your back in the process. Your ass extends out even more at the action, prompting him to start slamming inside of you over and over again, slow and hard. Your ass and tits jiggle with each contact of his hips as your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyebrows pulling together.
“Tell him, tell him mesh’la, who does this pussy belong to?” He urges, hiis helmet tilting to the side, resting on your shoulder as he continues, “Who do you belong to? Who gets to worship you and make you feel good?”
You moan brokenly, whimpering as you try your best to reply.
“Y- ou Man- do, you do, f-fuck.”
Your reply was interrupted with every slam of his hips against your ass. Mando chuckled darkly, his hand moving away from your neck to squeeze your tits and slap them.
“Yeah? Who’s girl are you, hm? Tell him.”
He drives himself deeper into you, making you moan brokenly as you feel his blunt tip brushing against something spongy deep inside of you, the action prompting you to feel a tightness forming deep in your belly.
“I’m- I’m Mando’s girl- no one else’s.” You whined out with an effort.
“There we go, such a sweet, sweet girl. So glad she’s all mine,” he spoke in a taunting tone, his helmet tilting sideways to admire your flushed face before tilting towards the datapad at the last few words while he fiddled with your nipples, twisting them in between his fingers as he continued grinding his hips against your ass.
He ended the recording and stopped his motions momentarily to tap a few buttons on your datapad, giving you a breather while he sends the sinful video to your ex before he chucked your datapad to the side. He then flipped you over, your back flush against the console. You yelp and whine as he held the back of your thighs and smacked his dick against your sensitive pussy a few times, giving you a chance to see his thick veiny dick, making you moan before he slides himself back in and starts fucking you fast. Your tits jiggle with every thrust while his hand moves to rest on your mound, his thumb rubbing quick tight circles on your neglected clit.
You throw your head back against the console and whine loudly at the extreme stimulation on your clit and pussy, your pussy clamping down around his pistoning length as your legs shake uncontrollably.
“C’mon my mesh’la, be a good girl and cum for me.” His modulator crackles as he breathes out in between moans, holding your thigh while he continues rubbing your clit and fucking you fast, his pace never faltering.
You feel the tightness build up in your stomach again as your pussy flutters around him. You squeal as your body convulses, before liquid suddenly squirts out of you, dampening his armour and flight suit.
Mando moans loudly as he stops rubbing your pussy and slows his movements, grabbing your tit in his hand and squeezing gently as he watches you come undone for him. You blink a few times, focusing your vision to watch him as you breathe heavily.
He tilts his helmet back and hisses, exposing his covered neck before he pulls his dick out of you quickly, then strokes it a few times over your pussy before spurting warm, creamy liquid all over the top of your mound.
You moan and lick your lips as you watch your skin get painted with his cum, the both of you breathing heavily to catch your breaths. He pumps his dick against your pussy a few more times, slowing his movements until the last drop of cum coats your skin.
You look up at him with your jaw hanging slightly as Mando leans in, resting his helmet against your forehead.
The both of you stayed silent for a while in that position, your breaths slowing down and syncing together before Mando speaks.
“Din.”
“Huh?” You breathed out, in a daze.
“My name is Din, sweet girl.”
A/N : Love possessive and jealous Din so much. Might be a multipart in the future if it gets a lot of interactions :)
Summary : Catching you crying over your ex who doesn’t give a shit about you, secrets are revealed as your boss proves just how much he doesn’t deserve you.
Warnings : Insecure reader, sweet but super possessive Din (lowkey some jealousy), reassurance, praise, spanking, body worshipping if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), choking, rough p in v sex, squirting, and kinky sex tape making 😎
A/N: Getting back into writing after a year, forgive me if it sucks. Missing Din, Grogu and the Razor Crest. Lowkey dubcon, lowkey self indulgent, lowkey a badly written fic, my first Din smut lmao I just need Din to fuck some sense into me Din calls you mesh’la many times cause you are :3
Translations : mesh’la (beautiful)
Hey, you there?
[Delivered 8 hours ago]
You checked the message, sighing as you did. You were sitting on a crate in the Razor Crest’s hull. You just finished doing the necessary chores around the ship. You fed the child, gave him a bath, as well as prepared a meal for your employer. You finished all that and more in the span of eight hours, and he couldn’t even be bothered to reply.
You hovered your thumbs over your datapad, carefully thinking of what to text. You quickly typed out a few messages at one go, immediately sent it then placed your datapad face down to avoid thinking about it.
You looked around the hull, fiddling with your fingers as you searched for something to do, anything to distract you. You settled on going upstairs to the cockpit to let your employer know that dinner’s ready.
As you reached the cockpit, you knocked the side of the wall, watching the shiny beskar helmet that was peeking out of the pilot seat’s headrest, the metal reflecting the azure hue of hyperspace tilt to the right before speaking.
“Mando, dinner’s ready, do you wanna have it here or downstairs?” you asked.
“Downstairs. Go tuck Grogu in for the night, then I’ll go,” he replied. You nodded before realising he couldn’t see your reply so you whispered a soft ‘okay’ before heading downstairs.
As you descended the ladder, you turned your head towards the child who was busy chewing on a toy, before approaching him and carrying him.
“Grogu, dada said it’s bedtime.” You pulled his little green hand away from his mouth and placed the toy down as Grogu whined in disagreement. Your gaze softens as you watch his tiny sad face, his big dark eyes glistening.
“I’m sorry sweetie I don’t make the rules, I promise I’ll play more with you tomorrow okay? We’ll even play hide and seek.” You kissed his forehead and tapped the control panel at the side of the bunker door, watching the door slide open before placing him in the hammock above Mando’s bed.
“Now now, go to sleep for me okay? Dream about catching frogs and watching fishies swimming for me.” You smiled at him as you gently shook the hammock side to side, slowly swinging it to lull him to sleep.
You waited there for a few more minutes, making sure Grogu shuts his eyes and drifts into slumber before turning off the bunker light and closing the door. You then grabbed your datapad and stuffed it into your back pocket as you went back to the cockpit.
“Grogu’s asleep, you can go have dinner now,” you sighed as you walked into the cockpit, standing behind the Mandalorian’s chair. He nodded once then tapped a few buttons on the console, turning the autopilot on before standing and looking at you.
“Thank you.”
You gave him a quick smile and watched as he descended the ladder, then pulled out your datapad from your back pocket and plopped down onto the passenger’s seat.
All alone in the cockpit, you shut your eyes for a moment and took a shaky breath before you switched on your datapad.
No new messages.
You scoffed and shook your head, annoyed, but also hurt. You tapped on the chat and reread your messages you sent your ex with glassy eyes, tears threatening to fall. You scrolled up to the last time he talked to you, and scrolled all the way down to the most recent set of messages you sent him. You did it over and over again, rereading the messages as if it will magically make new messages appear. You were the only one doing the talking, all his replies were one worded or he just doesn’t reply, causing you to double text.
He promised to stay in your life. He promised to take care of you. He promised to never abandon you.
Your mind drifts away, overthinking about what’s he’s probably doing right now. Probaby spending time and talking to his so called amazing girlfriend he cheated on you with and fucking her, telling her how much he loves her…
You jolted as you heard the Mandalorian calling your name. You quickly switched the datapad off and turned to look at him.
“Why are you crying?”
“Huh?” You blinked.
His gloved hand extended out to touch your cheek, and as he pulled his hand back, you saw liquid coating the tips of his dry leather gloves.
His helmet tilted slightly as he waited for an answer. You gulped and wiped your tears quickly with both hands before clutching onto your datapad.
“I- um, it’s nothing, just something got caught into my eyes-” you started an attempt to explain before he cut you off.
“Cut the crap. Why are you crying?”
You looked at him guiltily and tried your best to hide the datapad away from his sight as his helmet tilted away from your face, watching your movements before he reached out in a split second, grabbing the datapad from your hands.
“No don’t-”
It was too late. He switched the datapad on wordlessly and immediately saw your chats with your ex, his helmet straight as he reads it. He took in a big inhale, his chest expanding as he scrolled upwards and continued reading.
A minute of silence later, he exhales slowly and gives you the datapad back gently. Embarrassed, you quickly grabbed it and hid it under your thigh.
“Why are you still talking to him?” He bit out as he watched you hide the datapad.
“It’s complicated, okay Mando? I just-” you started.
“Enlighten me.” He folded his arms and shifted his weight onto his right side as he waited for an explanation.
You looked at him and then put your head in your hands, massaging your forehead and temples for a few seconds before pulling your hands back towards your hair and neck. You sighed and brought your hands back down, clasping it together.
You looked at him from the corner of your eyes and watched as he loomed over you, waiting for an explanation. You sighed.
“It’s… complicated, okay? He- he cheated on me the entire time we were dating but I don’t want to lose him, I know I’m stupid. I’m so attached, I need to be cared for, I-
You gulped.
“I’m scared to be alone.”
“You have me and Grogu, you’re not alone.” The Mandalorian interjects.
“I know, but it’s not what I meant,” you quickly added.
“Then?”
“I’m scared to be alone. I’m scared I'll end up alone… with no one to love me,” you spoke quietly, looking down at your fingers to avoid his gaze.
He stood there wordlessly for a few seconds, taking in your words. You took a deep breath, the silence making you uncomfortable.
“That’s not true,” he finally replied calmly, causing you to turn your head to look at him.
“Yes it is, Mando.” You shook your head in frustration before standing up quickly, wanting to avoid any more confrontation. However, before you could get away from him to retreat to your quarters and cry, he grabbed your wrist.
You gasped softly at his sudden hold on your wrist, then pulled and twisted your arm as you attempted to break free.
“Let me go Mando I’m not in the mood-’’
“That’s not true and you know it. We both know it,” he spoke clearly.
Your eyebrows pulled together as you squinted, looking at him with a confused expression, not understanding what he’s trying to say.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking Mando, but it’s all false, I’ll end up alone like I always do, no one there to love me or even think about me-”
“I think about you.’’ He interjected again.
“I already told you, Mando not in that way-’’
“I think about how pretty you are, how pretty and smart.”
You rolled your eyes. What a bunch of lies. He’s just saying that to make you feel better, you thought to yourself.
Just then he pulls you in close, holding both your wrists tightly to make you listen.
“Don’t.” He continues as he places his palms at the back of your hands, pushing them to rest against the cool surface of his shiny beskar cuirass, causing your lips to part as you look down at your hands on his chest.
“I think about your lovely laugh when you play with the kid, I think about your caring nature, how you look out for us, I think about your gorgeous body, the way your hips sway when you walk.”
You chuckled awkwardly and looked away, his fake words annoyingly making you breathless.
“Mando-”
“I think about the way you moan softly in the shower as you pleasure yourself, pleasure yourself to the thought of me when you think I can’t hear you say my name.”
Oh.
“T-that’s not true, you couldn't possibly hear me.”
“Oh, but I can mesh’la, my helmet enhances sounds.”
Fuck.
You exhaled shakily, looking everywhere else except the dark visor of his helmet. Just then, he holds your chin gently, tilting your face upwards to make you look at him.
“Do you like me mesh’la?”
“W-well yeah, you’re funny-”
“That’s not what I meant.”
You gulped, your throat feeling dry out of sudden as you struggle to speak.
“Do you like me, mesh’la?” Mando pressed again.
You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Looking into the intimidating, dark ‘T’ of his visor, you nodded in reply slowly.
“That’s what I thought.” He tapped your chin with the back of his finger, pleased with your answer.
He continues, “So what I don’t understand is, why are you still talking to that piece of shit when I’m right here?”
You pulled away and shook your head.
“I don’t blame him. I”m so needy all the time-”
“So what if you’re needy?”
“-and the distance, he’s far.”
“So what? I would cross galaxies just to be with you. It’s not a fucking excuse to be unfaithful.”
His hands move towards your wrists again, holding them tightly. You can tell he was getting pissed off by the second, so you stayed silent.
“He is nothing but a fucking dickhead. He doesn't deserve you and you know it. Tell me you know it.”
Silence.
He moves one gloved hand towards your neck slowly, resting his pointer finger and thumb under your jaw, squeezing gently.
“Tell me you fucking know it.”
You nod quickly, gulping against his hand before you yelp as he grabs your neck with slight pressure and pulls you forward towards him, your hands scrambling to take his hand off his hold on your neck before he bends you forward over the cockpit console. He releases your neck, then places his hand on your back to keep you down.
Before you can protest, you gasp loudly as he yanks your pants down in one swift motion, leaving you in your panties. Just then, you feel a sharp sting on your right ass cheek.
You yelp and moan softly as the pain on your skin is soothed immediately after with his gloved hand.
“Tell me mesh’la, what do you know?”
You stayed silent, head feeling giddy in pleasure and pain.
He spanks you again a few times in a row, each spank getting harder, causing your skin to tickle in pain. You rubbed your thighs together.
“I want an answer. What is it that you know?”
You whimper loudly as you shut your eyes, trying to think of your conversation with him right before he took control. You open your eyes when you remember.
“I- I know that he doesn't deserve me, Mando.”
“There we go.”
The Mandalorian hums in pleasure as he rubs his gloved palm against your sore skin, rubbing it slowly and gently, soothing the sensitive and swollen area before he pulls away for a quick second. As he returns, you gasp and moan softly as his now bare, warm hands push up your shirt, pushing it upwards to remove it from your body completely. Following the action, your nipples harden and goosebumps form all over your body as the cool air of the ship hits your warm skin. You blushed, realising you were left in just your panties, while he was still covered in his armour from head to toe.
You stiffen as you hear the sound of air hissing, then the sound of metal being placed on the console beside you. You turned to look, but was quickly stopped by Mando as he held the back of your neck.
“Don’t look,” he spoke gently, his unmodulated voice catching you off guard, causing you to jolt slightly as you felt his warm breath fan against your neck, right under your ear. His voice sounded so warm, clear and husky without the helmet in the way, making you moan softly to yourself as you heard it. You wanted to reply, but you couldn’t as you felt his lips brush against your skin, placing light kisses all over your neck, slowly moving lower and lower down the back of your body.
You shut your eyes as he continued placing kisses all over your back. He then kneeled onto the floor with a clang, the sound of his beskar armour scraping against the metal floor of the ship as he kissed down your hips and all over the globes of your clothed ass.
“So pretty, so warm, so soft.” He squeezed your ass with both hands and caresses it, causing you to gasp and moan softly before he continues,
“Doesn’t deserve to touch you or even look at you.”
He then hooked his fingers into the band of your panties, pulling it down your ass and legs slowly until they reach your ankles.
“Wonder if you taste as good as you look,” he whispered lowly, just enough for you to catch his words.
His thumbs moved closer to the cleft of your ass, pulling the skin away to spread your folds from the back before he licked a slow strip from your clit to your opening without warning. You moan his name out loud, biting your lip as you rest your head against the console, mindful of the buttons and controls.
He repeats the motion, licking from your clit to opening, bottom to top over and over again for a few times before pulling away with a suck on your clit, causing you to jolt. He immediately goes back in, circling his tongue around your clit, causing your legs to tremble before he pushes his tongue against your opening slightly, twirling his tongue around as you moan and whine in pleasure.
You arch your back involuntarily, the motion pushing your pussy backwards into his face as you shut your eyes, moaning loudly while he places both hands on your ass to grab it tightly as he continues eating you out.
He moans, muffled against your pussy, sending vibrations to your sensitive area before pulling away with a loud, lewd slurp after a while. He spanks your ass one last time as he gets back onto his feet, then rubs his big warm hands all over the span of your back.
“So tasty, so sweet, so perfect.” He squeezes your ass, causing you to gasp and moan. He continues, “What a perfect pretty thing, I want to make you all mine. All mine.”
You whimper and move to rest your top half on your forearms, nodding eagerly in reply as one of his hands moves towards your jaw, before he shoves two of his thick fingers into your mouth. Your lips wrap around his digits, obediently licking and sucking on them as he moans.
His other hand moves to free his erect dick from the confines of his pants, leaving the rest of his body covered.
You suddenly feel the fat, blunt tip of his dick rub against your folds, coating himself with your wet pussy as he moves it front and back against you. You feel the size of his length sliding in between your folds, causing you to whine impatiently.
“Tell me you’re mine, mesh’la. Tell me you’re my girl and I’ll give you everything.”
You nod eagerly. “Please Mando, I’m yours, no one else’s, I’m your girl please-”
You gasp out loud, unable to finish your pleading as his tip pushes into your opening, stretching you out as you moan. He leaves the tip in for a bit before pulling out, then pushes himself all the way in fully.
He hisses as you moan loudly, your head dropping onto the console rather harshly. His hand moves from your mouth towards your head to soothe the sore spot quickly, before he drags his hands down your bare back slowly, then settles on holding your hips firmly.
“So beautiful, so perfect, so wet, f-feel so good,” Mando stuttered out as your pussy fluttered around him at his praise.
He slowly pulls out until the tip is left in, then pushes back in, repeating the motion at a slow and steady pace.
“Oh, Mando, feels so full, so f- ull,” you moaned, his girthy dick sliding in and out of you, giving you so much pleasure.
He moans and growls quietly as he grips your hips tighter and kicks your legs apart further, before picking up the pace, moving his hips back and forth against your ass faster and harder.
You shut your eyes and grab onto the front of the console as your mouth parts in a silent scream, your breath stuck in your throat. Nothing but the lewd plapping sounds of skin slapping against each other filling the cockpit. You finally catch your breath, inhaling and exhaling before moaning out loud and brokenly.
The Mandalorian moans with you as he continues pistoning his dick in and out of you, fucking you deep and fast. He grabs your hips tightly, before extending one hand out to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you backwards to rest your warm back flush against his cold armour. You hiss at the sudden cold contact, but forget about it quickly as his other hand moves to your clit, rubbing tight circles.
He leans in and rests his stubbled chin on your shoulder, whispering into your ear before dragging his teeth against your earlobe lightly.
“All mine to love, all mine to worship,” he grunts before continuing, “to fuck.”
You mewl in pleasure, your legs trembling at the added stimulation. You shut your eyes as your lips part in a gasp, feeling his big length sliding in and out of you over and over again as his thick digits tease your fluttering pussy. Your hand moves behind you and flaps around before finding purchase on the Mandalorian’s soft mop of hair on his head and tugging on it tightly, earning a growl from the man.
Just as you were enjoying it, Mando pulled away completely, removing his hands and dick from you, causing your hand that was tugging on his soft hair to drop loosely on your side. He reaches out to pick his helmet off the console and puts it back on. He leans away from you to leave.
Your eyes open as your face drops. You were about to say something before he leans back forward and grabs a fistful of your hair again, then immediately shoves himself back inside of you. You shut your eyes tightly and moaned his name out brokenly. His pace changed as he growled, fucking you with even more effort, even harder and faster now.
Your eyes fluttered open, only to make eye contact with your datapad’s camera with the flash on.
“Look mesh’la, tell that jerk how good I’m making you feel.” His modulated voice returns.
You moan and bite your lip at the sight of the filthy action by the Mandalorian, going cross-eyed when he suddenly drives into the deepest part of your body and stays still.
“S-so good. So good. So deep- fuck.” You moan as you go crossed eyed again, involuntarily throwing your head back against his helmet with a dull ‘thump’ as the Mandalorian keeps grinding his length deep inside of you.
His hand releases the tight grip on your hair and moves it towards your neck, holding you firmly and pulling you backwards so your face is visible to the camera, arching your back in the process. Your ass extends out even more at the action, prompting him to start slamming inside of you over and over again, slow and hard. Your ass and tits jiggle with each contact of his hips as your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyebrows pulling together.
“Tell him, tell him mesh’la, who does this pussy belong to?” He urges, hiis helmet tilting to the side, resting on your shoulder as he continues, “Who do you belong to? Who gets to worship you and make you feel good?”
You moan brokenly, whimpering as you try your best to reply.
“Y- ou Man- do, you do, f-fuck.”
Your reply was interrupted with every slam of his hips against your ass. Mando chuckled darkly, his hand moving away from your neck to squeeze your tits and slap them.
“Yeah? Who’s girl are you, hm? Tell him.”
He drives himself deeper into you, making you moan brokenly as you feel his blunt tip brushing against something spongy deep inside of you, the action prompting you to feel a tightness forming deep in your belly.
“I’m- I’m Mando’s girl- no one else’s.” You whined out with an effort.
“There we go, such a sweet, sweet girl. So glad she’s all mine,” he spoke in a taunting tone, his helmet tilting sideways to admire your flushed face before tilting towards the datapad at the last few words while he fiddled with your nipples, twisting them in between his fingers as he continued grinding his hips against your ass.
He ended the recording and stopped his motions momentarily to tap a few buttons on your datapad, giving you a breather while he sends the sinful video to your ex before he chucked your datapad to the side. He then flipped you over, your back flush against the console. You yelp and whine as he held the back of your thighs and smacked his dick against your sensitive pussy a few times, giving you a chance to see his thick veiny dick, making you moan before he slides himself back in and starts fucking you fast. Your tits jiggle with every thrust while his hand moves to rest on your mound, his thumb rubbing quick tight circles on your neglected clit.
You throw your head back against the console and whine loudly at the extreme stimulation on your clit and pussy, your pussy clamping down around his pistoning length as your legs shake uncontrollably.
“C’mon my mesh’la, be a good girl and cum for me.” His modulator crackles as he breathes out in between moans, holding your thigh while he continues rubbing your clit and fucking you fast, his pace never faltering.
You feel the tightness build up in your stomach again as your pussy flutters around him. You squeal as your body convulses, before liquid suddenly squirts out of you, dampening his armour and flight suit.
Mando moans loudly as he stops rubbing your pussy and slows his movements, grabbing your tit in his hand and squeezing gently as he watches you come undone for him. You blink a few times, focusing your vision to watch him as you breathe heavily.
He tilts his helmet back and hisses, exposing his covered neck before he pulls his dick out of you quickly, then strokes it a few times over your pussy before spurting warm, creamy liquid all over the top of your mound.
You moan and lick your lips as you watch your skin get painted with his cum, the both of you breathing heavily to catch your breaths. He pumps his dick against your pussy a few more times, slowing his movements until the last drop of cum coats your skin.
You look up at him with your jaw hanging slightly as Mando leans in, resting his helmet against your forehead.
The both of you stayed silent for a while in that position, your breaths slowing down and syncing together before Mando speaks.
“Din.”
“Huh?” You breathed out, in a daze.
“My name is Din, sweet girl.”
A/N : Love possessive and jealous Din so much. Might be a multipart in the future if it gets a lot of interactions :)
Is it just me or everyone imagine their fav characters that they are obsessing over in real life???
Like I'll be at work and then I imagine that bitch sitting next to me, talking to me and admiring me while I FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVENT KISSED A MALE SPECIES IN MY ENTIRE LIFE
I don't know if that's sign of a fucking mental problem or what but I swear if I'm even Slightly upset or tired of my life i WILL open tumblr and start imagining them or talking to them (aka my wall. It be sitting there like the fuck gurl im not your man)
Summary : After getting a gift for your close friend, you and your lover stumble upon a photo booth and decide to make some memories.
Warnings : None other than extreme sweetness
A/N : I am back once again and I’m clearing my drafts (academy thrawn got me kicking my feet in the air)
Translations : visahot (darling), ch’eo bat rcati (my beautiful star)
You hadn’t known Thrawn for long. Maybe for about a year or so, but you felt like you knew everything about him. The way his eyes lights up when he talks about his art, the slight curling of his lips when he found something amusing, the way he chooses his words- he’s like a magnet that you can’t help but attach yourself to.
Thrawn, being the only non-human in the Empire, was bound to be popular. Many people admired him and hated him. You didn’t even know how you managed to pull him all to yourself, and eventually dating him for almost four months now. However, despite dating him rather than admiring him from afar, you were yet to kiss him or say the three words.
You loved Thrawn. You really did. It was just so hard to spit them out as there were always distractions, or you just couldn’t muster up enough courage to do it, kissing or not. He has never said it either, but from the way he takes care of you and treats you, you know he feels the same.
The both of you met through a mutual friend, Eli Vanto, who is your childhood friend. Your friend’s birthday was approaching fast, so you and Thrawn headed out to Coruscant’s best gift shop to get a token of appreciation for him.
After a while of wandering around, finding a perfect gift for Eli, you and Thrawn checked out and held hands as the both of you walked towards the exit of the store.
On your way out, you abruptly stopped in your tracks, causing Thrawn to bump into you, confused. He was about to ask you what happened when you spoke first.
“Thrawn, look! A photobooth! Can we both go please?” you shrieked, and put on the best pout on your face as you bounced in place. Thrawn said nothing except a nod and a smile, making you grin as you dragged him inside the photo booth, drawing the curtains beside you after settling inside.
Your fished your pocket for some credits, immediately putting them in the credit slot to start the session. Then, you leaned on Thrawn’s side, smiling widely and shaking in excitement. He let out a soft chuckle by witnessing your actions.
Words popped out on the screen in basic.
[ Press OK to start photo session. ]
“Are you ready, visahot?” he asked you for confirmation, making you nod in return. Thrawn pressed the button, starting a countdown.
You held Thrawn’s bicep, holding on as you snuggled closer into his shoulder and smiled at the camera, his head resting on top of yours.
Three.
Two.
One.
Click!
You quickly changed poses with Thrawn, scooting upwards to loop your arms around his neck and kiss his jaw as Thrawn held you close by your waist. Thrawn shut his eyes this time, enjoying the feeling of your lips on his face.
Three.
Two.
One.
Click!
You snapped your eyes open, ready to pose for the next picture when you saw Thrawn, with his eyes still shut.
Oh.
Serene, at peace- like the azure hue of his skin, how the colour is always linked to the blue of the ocean. It felt like time stopped for a moment, no clocks ticking, no movement, not even the countdown of the photobooth.
Just you and Thrawn.
Three.
You held his face with both hands with so much gentleness, causing his eyes to flutter open.
Thrawn however did not notice you staring at him, he was posing at the camera with a faint smile.
Two.
“I love you, Thrawn.” you blurted out.
Thrawn snapped his head towards you at your words, with his mouth agape.
One.
Click!
He said nothing, for a few moments. Just boring his beautiful red eyes into yours, causing you to squirm under his gaze, wondering if you did a wrong thing.
Three.
He tilted your chin with his slender fingers and kissed you passionately.
Two.
Your eyebrows relaxed and eyes closed as you deepened the kiss, your hands finding his wrists. He tasted like the sweetest nectar you’ve ever tasted, with a hint of nostalgia you can’t put a finger on. The kiss was messy but sweet, rough but soft- filled with yearning.
One.
Click!
The both of you didn’t bother about the pictures anymore. It was just you and Thrawn at this moment, with a whole lot of love.
Thrawn pulled away hesitantly at the sound of the photo machine printing out pictures. His forehead rested on yours.
“I love you, ch’eo bat rcati. I’ve been a coward to hide how I feel about you. I couldn’t find words to express how I feel” he sighed, his face turning darker as he looked down in embarrassment.
You placed your finger on his jaw, tilting it upwards slightly to meet his eyes.
“I couldn’t say anything either, but I finally did.”
Reblogs and feedback are appreciated :)
+ Beautiful fic art by the sweet @pencil-urchin <33
Be proud of the dumb, little thing you wrote, just because you wanted to write a dumb, little thing. Your writing doesn't need to be serious and award-winning for you to be proud of it.
I never had people draw fanart for one of my fics or write something based on it, but I just know that that is such a high honor and show of love. I once had someone ask me if they could translate my fic in Chinese and I was like, wow, they love it enough to want to put time and effort into it to show it to more people.
To all writers, you can use this post to let people know that you would be delighted to receive fanart and would love if they get creative with what you created.
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