Jen • 26 • she/her • gif maker • probably in love with brown eyes • this is going to be a trashcan of pedro pascal edits • might followed you for my side blog @copias-juicebox • enjoy
⥓ name is jennifer, you might call me jen, jenni or whatever nickname you can come up with
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⥓ ☼ scorpio ☾ virgo ↟libra
⥓ i am a gifmaker, using photoshop and mpv
⥓ 26 yrs old
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this blog is dedicated to the actor jose pedro balmaceda pascal which i am sure you all knew already. I feel inclined to warn you i am a shithead, trashcan that will let every intrusive thought in their head free without thinking too much. you should expect anything at this point.
⥓ i am unhinged and need to be put down!!
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"You can just tell like he has this joy and at the same time you can also sense that he's been through stuff that's been hard and I just really love a person who responds to what it has been hard in life with joy" - Connie Nielsen about Pedro Pascal
PEDRO PASCAL & CONNIE NIELSEN
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Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ 1.592 words ♡ Rated: explicit ♡ content warnings: anal sex, blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, porn without plot ♡ Part 1 ♡ this is part 2 of 3 ♡ read here on AO3
summary: The beskar stays on during sex.
Two weeks later Cobb Vanth and his slutty little waist were still occupying Din’s mind around the clock. But nothing he did satiated the ache he felt for the Marshal… So he traveled back to Mos Pelgo, hoping he would find the nerve to meet Cobb again. Din didn’t have a plan, in fact, his mind was racing around how he could possibly ask him for a hook up…
♡♡♡♡♡
Din had just walked into the bar, as he heard a voice calling him.
“Mando!” Cobb greeted him with open arms, inviting him to sit over at his table in the corner.
Alright, keep it together, Din. You’ve literally fought the krayt dragon, how hard can this be!
Din went over to him, already sweating a little with nervousness. Approaching the table, he opted for the seat next to Cobb instead of the empty chair opposite of him. Cobb raised his eyebrows in surprise.
“What brings you here again so soon? Not that I’m not happy to see you, that is…”
Din tilted his helmet slightly and observed Cobb. The heat scanner in his helmet detected that Cobb was blushing, even though Din could barely make it out in the dim light of the bar. In this moment, he wished he didn’t have to wear the Mandalorian helmet. He could’ve shown Cobb what he wanted by just looking into his eyes.
His mind was racing, but before he could embarrass himself, Cobb spoke first.
“I’m gonna take a wild guess and you can absolutely tell me no, alright?”
Din nodded.
Then he felt a warm hand on his thigh under the table. Din looked around anxiously, but the bar was packed and nobody paid attention to them.
Did Cobb have some kind of mind reading power Din wasn’t aware of? Or was his body language that obvious?
“Is this what you want?” Cobb gave him a flirty smile.
The Marshal traced his fingers along Din’s inner thigh, over his trousers, where he could feel his warmth, not the cold beskar. The touch burned into the Mandalorian’s flesh. Din held back a groan. He got hard so quickly it was embarrassing.
Cobb leaned forward and murmured under his breath: “All you gotta do is ask, darlin’.”
His hand had gotten dangerously close to Din’s crotch…
Fuck it.
“Show me to your place,” Din blurted out.
“There you go, Mando.” Cobb let out a huffed laugh. “Can’t say you being all shy isn’t a huge turn on.” He added and stood up.
“Din… My name is Din Djarin.” He offered his full name as they left the bar and headed down the street in the pale moonlight.
“Din…” Cobb tasted the name on his tongue and glanced over at him, smiling.
“Let me take care of you, Din.”
♡♡♡♡♡
Din was huffing under the helmet, hands roaming all over Cobb’s body, trying to get his clothes off.
Cobb let out a hoarse laugh. “Easy there!”
He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a slender torso and a small happy trail. Din grazed a hand over his neck, then his chest, stopping for a second to tease his nipple, making Cobb gasp.
Oh, Maker, he is gorgeous…
The Mandalorian reached for Cobb’s hips. The large ratio between his broad shoulders and his narrow waist was obscene. All he could think about was to bend Cobb over and have his way with him. His cock twitched with interest at the thought.
Cobb’s cheeks were flushed and his pupils blown as he palmed Din’s hard on through his trousers. “How do you wanna do this, big guy?”
Din let out a deep groan that had been building in his chest. “Want to fuck you… please…” He grunted, groping Cobb’s ass, pulling him closer to his body. Their hips collided and Cobb whined when he felt the friction of their cocks rubbing together.
“Oh, thank the Maker for you, Din…” Cobb moaned, sending a silent prayer to the ceiling. “But first, I wanna see what you’re packing.”
The Marshal got on his knees, opened Din’s trousers and let out a soft groan.
“I knew you’d be big… All that shiny armor couldn’t distract me from this,” Cobb murmured as he mouthed at Din’s erection through his underwear. He grazed his lips over Din’s bulge and flattened his tongue against the wet spot that had formed at the top, making Din gasp with pleasure.
With one hand the Marshal grabbed the back of Din’s thigh for stability and with the other he got rid of his underwear.
Din groaned as skilled fingers wrapped around him and he looked down. Cobb caught his eye and held his gaze, licking one long wet stripe from his balls to the glistening tip of his cock.
“Dank farrik!” Din cursed and suddenly his hand was in Cobb’s hair, cradling his head and leaving his hair disheveled.
“Hmm, you may absolutely pull my hair, but don’t shove yourself down my throat, alright?”
“Okay…” Din murmured.
“Good boy, Din.” Cobb gave him a smirk before he went back to leaving wet licks and kisses on Din’s cock. “Such a good listener.”
Din almost regretted telling Cobb his real name, it sounded so hot coming from his lips and good boy…? The pet name made his skin shiver in a way that had been unknown to him until now, but nevertheless incredibly arousing.
His wet tongue played with the sensitive tip between bobbing his head and sucking him off and stroking his shaft… Din was getting close and he couldn’t believe this wasn’t just another dream.
“You taste so sweet, darlin’…” Cobb purred and opened his lips wider, slowly taking as much of Din’s length as he could into the heat of his mouth.
Din let out a surprised gasp and he gently tugged at Cobb’s hair to give him a sign.
“If you keep this up…” Din’s voice sounded wrecked, he didn’t recognize himself.
Cobb moved his head back, a string of saliva connecting his pink lips with Din’s cock. Din almost lost his mind at how Cobb gazed up at him from beneath his long lashes, dark eyes glistening with lust.
“Alright, alright,” Cobb chuckled and stood up again.
Din was about to take off his armor when Cobb's hand on his wrist stopped him.
“Leave it on…. it's hot,” Cobb smirked. He on the other hand took off all of his remaining clothes.
♡♡♡♡♡
Prepped and ready, Cobb got comfortable on the bed and presented himself to Din on his hands and knees.
Din quickly slid on a condom and positioned himself at Cobb’s entrance. He grabbed Cobb’s hips and gently pulled him backwards onto his cock, burying himself to the hilt.
He listened to the pleased hum coming from the Marshal as he watched his hard length disappear inside Cobb’s tight ass. It was a tight fit so he waited until Cobb had adjusted to his girth.
Cobb looked over his shoulder and smirked. “What are you waiting for, big boy?”
Din didn’t have to be told twice. He started out with slow, languid thrusts, but Cobb quickly protested.
“Ahh, Din, you can go faster, darlin’, please!” Cobb moaned as he gripped the bedsheets tighter, bracing himself.
“Hah, be careful what you wish for,” Din groaned and snapped his hips forward, setting up a feverish pace. Cobb was about to counter with a witty response, but all that came out of his mouth were wrecked noises as he was being pounded into the mattress by Din’s fat cock.
The lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin and Cobb’s loud moans filled the room. Din’s fingers bore into Cobb’s hips, most likely leaving bright red marks as he slammed inside him with deep thrusts.
Cobb’s elbows gave out and he fell to the bed, ass still in the air, back bent through and his neglected cock was dripping precum onto the sheets.
“That’s it, darlin’, right there!” Cobb cried out with lust.
“Ngk, so tight, dank farrik!” Din was sweating under his helmet and his heart pumped against his ribcage.
When Cobb began to stroke himself, Din knew he was close and after another few hard thrusts, he spilled his load onto the sheets with a trembling moan. Din wasn’t far behind, he fucked into him fiercely a few more times and came with a low grunt.
Din pulled out and Cobb let himself fall onto the bed, rolling over onto his back, chest heaving. After some rough cleaning up, Din laid down on his back next to him.
Cobb turned over to his side, looking at Din curiously. “You’re quite something, Din Djarin.” He was still out of breath, but he grinned at him hopefully. “Why don’t we take a few minutes to recover and then go for round two?”
“Not tonight, I have to head back soon.” Din chuckled.
“Leaving me here, wanting more,” Cobb sighed dramatically, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “But don’t make yourself too scarce, alright, darlin’?”
“After a night like this?” Din laughed. “I won’t, I promise.”
Cobb was still observing him. “And you really can’t take off the helmet, like ever? Because I’d really love to kiss ya right now…”
Din didn’t answer. The problem was that he wanted it, too. But the Creed…
Cobb’s face turned red. “Forget what I said, I know y–”
“I can make an exception,” Din’s voice trailed off. “For the right person…”
Cobb looked at him eagerly, but didn’t say anything so as not to pressure him.
“Maybe next time.”
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Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth ♡ 912 words ♡ Rated: explicit ♡ content warnings (for this and future chapters): masturbation, anal sex, blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, porn without plot ♡ part 1 of 2 ♡ read here on AO3
summary: One time Din takes all of the beskar off, even his helmet, and one time, everything stays on...
Mos Pelgo, Tatooine
“I hope our paths cross again.”
The words of farewell left Cobb’s lips with a genuine smile, causing a hopeful stir inside Din’s chest. The Marshal was charismatic and handsome and Din was drawn to him in a way he didn’t want to admit to himself. He had had lovers before, of different genders, but that was a long time ago and it had always been someone from his creed.
Being a full time bounty hunter didn’t exactly leave time in his schedule for social calls. It had been a very long time, is what the stirring in his body was actually trying to tell him.
But he tried to shrug it off. He had just become a father after all. There was no time to take care of those needs. His one and only priority now was to reunite the Child with his people.
Din shook Cobb’s hand firmly and answered “As do I,” hoping it’d be sooner rather than later.
He watched Cobb saunter away. Din noticed his belt hanging low on his small waist and the way his pants hugged his thighs. Thanks to the beskar helmet, nobody would notice he was staring at Cobb’s ass. Or his flushed face when he dreamed about bending Cobb over and grabbing his hips to pound into him mercilessly.
…
Back in Mos Eisley, Tatooine a few weeks later
Din had made a pit stop to get some minor repairs done at Peli’s workshop and he was now headed to the quarters he had rented out to get some much needed rest. He had left the Child with Peli, who was more than happy to babysit him until the next morning.
He had a lot on his mind these days, but he knew that a nice long shower would do the trick so he could drift off to sleep quickly.
The Mandalorian propped up his sniper rifle next to the bed and placed the blaster pistol on the nightstand in arms reach. The vibroblade however was tugged secretly under his pillow.
He started undressing by undoing his cape and taking off his heavy boots and putting them both by the door. Then he slid off his leather gloves and opened his belt. With skillful fingers he detached the vambraces on his forearms, followed by the shoulder pauldrons.
Piece by piece he peeled away the beskar, uncovering the linen fabric underneath. He unclasped the thigh and shin guards as well as the large chestplate and laid everything neatly on the left side of the large bed.
He took a quick peek at the door and then took off his Mandalorian helmet. Running a broad hand through his dark curly hair, he let out a relieved sigh at the weight that’s been taken off his body.
Finally he removed the linen gambeson and trousers as well as his underwear. He grabbed fresh clothes from his bag and headed to the bathroom.
Catching a glimpse of his face in the mirror, he wondered when he got to look so old… Din examined the uneven stubble on his cheeks and his curls, noticing a few gray hairs here and there. He didn’t look into a mirror very often. There wasn’t really a need for it since he always wore the helmet. A worry line right between his eyebrows and a dark shimmer under his big brown eyes were proof that he needed a thorough rest.
Din stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water, letting it run over his muscular body. He tilted his head back and groaned at the sensation. Feeling completely relaxed and engulfed by the warmth of the water, his mind immediately wandered to the Marshall. His cock twitched with interest when he thought about Cobb’s ass and his tiny little waist.
Din’s hand traveled downwards and he stroked himself until he was fully hard.
Imagining it was Cobb’s hand jerking him off, Din moaned and pumped his cock harder.
He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like if Cobb was with him, here in the shower, naked, the water pouring over his wet skin. One hand on his hip, the other making an inviting motion towards Din, presenting a seductive picture in his mind.
What do you wanna do to me, sweetheart?
Imaginative-Cobb had a very alluring deep voice, leaving Din’s skin prickling with lust. He wondered if the Marshall liked to talk dirty during sex…
Din’s cock was throbbing in his hand. He swiped his thumb over the sensitive tip, teasing it gently. He gasped at the feeling. He had become so sensitive so quickly, it was almost overwhelming. He hadn't taken care of himself like this in a long time. Dank Farrik, how he had missed this!
Do you wanna fuck me so badly?
In his fantasy “Cobb” turned around and pressed his backside flush against Din’s front, pressing his ass into Din’s crotch. Din let out a sudden grunt and grabbed his waist, rubbing his cock against “Cobb’s” ass.
Din braced himself with one hand against the shower wall and thrust his thick length into his fist, pretending it was Cobb’s wet hole. He was so close, his moans became louder and his movements more erratic.
I’d let you fuck me all night long… Wanna feel you inside me for days!
His whole body trembled as Din came with a rough grunt, spilling his load all over the shower wall.
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Pedro was so fucking handsome at the Emmys! A little gif set to celebrate <3 Not the best quality footage ever but it is what it is, I hope you like!
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