ryland grace who loves spooning sex first thing in the morning :(( he just feels so close to you, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks you all slow and lazily, sleep still clinging to your bones. one hand is splayed on your stomach while his other arm is under you, his hand reaching up to hold your throat. there’s no pressure behind his grasp, just the need to hold you close and steady as he ruts up into you. pressing his nose into your hair and breathing in that fruity shampoo that drives him absolutely crazy. he’ll nip at your bare shoulder with his teeth before soothing the irritated skin with soft kisses. sliding his hand from your stomach to in between your thighs, using his fingers to rub precise circles against your clit when he knows you’re about to cum. he groans as he cums with you, his warm breath fanning out against the shell of your ear as he spills inside of you. the two of you go still, neither of you moving for a few moments before he finally makes the first move, his hand traveling from between your thighs to your hip, giving the flesh a light squeeze. “let’s go get cleaned up, yeah?” he’ll hum, his voice all deep and gravelly from disuse. then he’ll take you to the shower, the water running all hot over your bodies as he uses a washcloth to gently clean your skin for you :((
a few of us had this idea, I couldn't get it out of my head so here's the next morning.
1.6k words, smut
summary: the morning after your birthday, ryland asks you to ride him and your necklace makes him lose it
part 1
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Morning came quietly, soft light shining through the gaps in the curtains, ushering in the day. You were warm, back pressed against Ryland, his arm resting heavily across your bare stomach. A deep breath fanned across the back of your neck, his voice coming out rough, “mornin’ baby.” He presses a kiss to your hair, eyes still closed.
“Good morning,” you answer softly, working your fingers between his and bringing his hand up to your lips. You kiss the back of his hand, the inside of his wrist, the tips of each finger. He hums, running his thumb over your bottom lip and pulling just a little, feeling how pliant you already are. “I wasn’t too rough last night, was I?”
You roll over to face him, “mm-mm,” your eyes land on his lips, “was actually thinking you could be rougher…” His breath hitches and his brows raise, “oh yeah? Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
You nod, teeth sinking into your lower lip, finally making eye contact with him. “I like when you take charge, makes me feel.. I don’t know, floaty.”
“Floaty?” He asks quietly.
“Yeah, like I don’t have to worry about thinking, you always know what I need.” Your smile is shy, peering up at him from under your lashes. He melts a little, fondness settling over his features. “Is that what you need, baby?” It comes out as a whisper, notes of desire tinting his voice. You nod and lean up, kissing him needily, letting him feel how much you want him.
He meets your lips happily, threading a hand through your hair to tilt your head just right. He keeps the pace slow, basking in the feel of your body against his, free hand skimming up your side teasingly. He presses forward, rolling you to your back, forearm caging your head in. When he finally slips his tongue into your mouth, it draws a moan from both of you.
He dominates the kiss, drawing every movement out, letting you feel everything he could give you. Your hands find his shoulders, nails scratching lightly over his back. He groans at that and pulls away. The way your arms press your breasts together frames that damn necklace and he can’t look away. Warm lips slide down your throat, small licks and light suction over the dip of your collarbone have you squirming. “Keep your hands on me,” he murmurs against your skin.
He catches the blue stone hanging from the chain with his teeth, tugging once before he drops it in favor of working across your breasts. He’s still going so slowly, you feel a heated flush over your whole body, soaking in the attention he so willingly gives every inch of you. When he licks a nipple into his mouth, biting gently before flicking his tongue over it, you can’t help the needy whine that rips from your throat.
“You know, every time I think I have you figured out, you throw a curveball,” he’s talking around the bud still in his mouth. “I have layers,” you answer breathlessly. “Like an onion?” He lifts his head with a smile. “Like an onion,” you laugh.
“Do you want me to tell you what I want now, or do you want me to just do it?” His pupils are blown, tongue sliding out to wet his lips. You consider it for a second, then ruffle his hair and whisper, “tell me?” He drops a kiss to your chest, your neck, the blue stone shining on your skin. “I want you to come on my fingers first,” he keeps his head down, like he’s fighting back his own embarrassment. “Then I want you to ride me while I play with these perfect tits.” He thumbs a nipple when he says it, just to prove his point.
Your moan is answer enough for him, he slides a hand down to cup your core, fingers spreading you open with learned precision. He keeps up his sweet attention on your neck and chest, reveling in every hitched breath and quiet gasp he pulls from you. His fingers dip into your wet heat for just a moment, then he drags his hand up to his mouth. His tongue darts out to taste, a groan escaping around the intrusion. That hand drops back to your folds while he leans up to kiss you properly, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
Your hand tightens in his hair, pulling just a little, and he circles your clit with two fingers. It makes you gasp into his mouth and he drinks it down, mumbling, “you always taste so good, baby. Drives me crazy.” He adds more pressure to his fingers, feeling how your hips roll against his palm.
He switches between playing in your wetness and rubbing your clit, working you towards the edge slowly. Your hands find purchase on his back again, the grip giving you enough leverage to really ride his fingers. He groans into your mouth, “that’s it, get what you need. Use my fingers, sweetheart.”
The coil building in your stomach snaps, your body jerking and arms tightening around him. He praises you through it, picking up speed where you lose it. “So fuckin’ sexy when you come like that, love feeling you fall apart for me.” He presses sweet kisses to your lips and jaw, wet fingers coming up to tweak your nipple playfully. It makes you jump and he smiles against your skin.
You wrap your legs around his middle and twist, flipping him to his back. He lands with a surprised noise, hands gripping your hips. You feel his hard length under you, grind your hips just right to pull another gasp from him. “God, you’re a sight,” he breathes. And you are, cheeks flushed, hair wild, naked body perched on top of him - it’s all he can do not to blow his load right there.
Your hand skims down his stomach, landing right where he wanted you most. You give him a few pumps, watching how his breathing goes ragged, his chest heaving and eyes locked on where you’re touching him. You lift your hips and look to him for approval. His voice is rough when he finds it, “go ahead baby, take all of it.” And you do.
You lower yourself down, taking him to the hilt in one go. The movement pulls moans from both of you, his hands flying to your ass and yours falling to his chest. “Holy shit, baby, yes.” His head falls back, you take that as your cue to move. A roll of your hips makes him squeeze his fingers, pressing into your supple flesh like he owns it. The first bounce brings his attention back to you, eyes watching your face before the silver necklace catches his eye. Every time you drop down on him, the blue stone shimmers in the light. He uses one hand to press against your back, bringing your chest close to his face.
The pendant hits his chin and you finally realize what he’s looking at. He plants his feet and thrusts up into you, both hands back on your ass to control your movements. It feels incredible. He forces you down on his cock, sticking his tongue out to catch the stone. He pulls it into his mouth and leans his head back, forcing you closer to him. It’s almost feral, the way he’s rutting into you and whining around the necklace.
You do your best to keep up with his manic thrusts, eventually settling on holding his shoulders and doing what you can to keep your balance. You lift up and the pendant falls from his lips, he watches it for a moment before he grabs it gently, a stark contrast to the rest of his movements. “Open up, baby,” he commands softly. You don’t even think before dropping your mouth open, watching as he slips the necklace between your lips. He closes your mouth and pulls you down for a kiss, tongue darting out to trace the warm metal.
It’s so hot you forget that you’re supposed to be moving your hips, but he picks up your slack easily, amusement glimmering in his eyes when he pulls away from your lips. You can’t help how hard you clench down on him, your moans increasing in pitch. “You close? Gonna come for me?” He’s watching your face so intensely, deciding now was the time to slide a hand between you to rub quick circles on your clit. His other hand lands a sharp slap to your ass, gripping hard enough to leave fingerprints.
It doesn’t just throw you over the edge, you feel like you’re falling from a cliff. You shudder and moan, throwing your head back. The heat feels all-encompassing, your arms giving out at the apex of your orgasm. He catches you easily, thrusting a few more times before he stills, a broken whimper falling from his lips. He’s shaking under you, trembling limbs hitting the mattress as a quiet moan breaks in his chest.
He holds you for a few minutes, gentle hands stroking heated skin, massaging tired thighs and skimming along your spine. When you have a handle on your breathing, you crane your head up with a smirk, “the necklace really does it for you, huh?” He goes beet red, hand flying to cover his face with a groan.
“I told you last night,” he stifles a laugh, “I like that it’s from me.” You pull his hand away and press a sweet kiss to his lips. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He huffs a breath and you lay your head back down against his chest.
“You came so hard, is all I’m saying,” you smirk into his skin.
“Oh god,” and he throws his hand back over his face.
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i feel like I'm wandering farther and farther away from his actual character but no one's complaining, right?
Ryland Grace who gets BONERS from KISSING. Walk with me…
pre/post PHM, doesnt matter.
Ryland turns when he feels the weight of your gaze prickling at the skin between his shoulderblades and scalp. Your head is tilted a little bit, a smile on your face as you watch Ryland move toward you.
He barely murmurs a small “hi” before he’s got his lips on yours, feeling the rushing blood under his fingertips as he brings his hands to your waist. Slipping his hands under your shirt, Ryland feels the warmth radiating through your lower back and feels a pulsing in his own body. Feeling you, here and now, hot and loving him was just… an answer to a prayer he’d forgotten he’d asked for.
You do that thing where you press your front to his after your pointer finger sloooowwwly pulls him closer to you by his belt loop, and damn is Ryland a goner. You groan a little into Ryland’s mouth when he pulls you up and towards him: the sheer tangibility of his want only adding to the lust in your mind. You feel the little spikes of his hair as you slowly bring your hands up to the nape of his neck to feel him and then the smoothness of his skin as you bring your hands to his face in any attempt to mold you two impossibly closer.
Only when you start to feel your head physically weigh heavier and when you hear the loud whooshing of your blood behind your ears do you force yourself away. Panting, you see Ryland’s eyebrows screwed up. He whines and rests his forhead on your chest: how could you be so cruel as to pull away from him? Ugh. “I’m hard,” he whispers.
You chuckle breathlessly. “What’d you say?”
Ryland looks up: the epitome of want and desire and undercover eroticism. “I’m fucking hard.” His hand reaches for yours and he palms the back of your hand. Eyes locked on yours as he brings your hand to the crotch of his pants to make you feel just what you do to him. The way his throat vibrates with a barely withheld whimper when you palm him makes you want to drop his pants right then and there. “Y/n.”
An evil glint is in your eyes. “I love when this happens.”
Ryland groans, this time from embarrassment. “I love that you love it but I- it happens so often.”
You exhale a laugh throught your nose as you lean in to kiss him again. “We’ll take care of that, honey.”
ryland with an oral fixation has me in a chokehold. like he always has his mouth on your temple, the back of your hand, he absentmindedly bites your fingers when he's deep in thought
NSFW below the cut
He realizes that your nipples are so sensitive that you might be able to get off with them alone, so he spends an evening just licking and sucking and pulling and tweaking until he has you moaning and writhing under him. He's patient, waiting your body out instead of trying to rush anything. Your chest is covered in his drool, his warm breath rushing over the wet spots and making goosebumps rise.
A harsh bite and sharp tug make your hips roll, and you feel the slow build of your release heating up your core. Your whine is familiar to him, he knows you're close. He bites again and flicks his tongue over the tip of your nipple, nimble fingers pinching and pulling the other one until your back arches.
You come with a cry, gentle waves of pleasure rolling through your body. When you open your eyes, he's looking at you with an annoying mix of awe and smugness. "That's a crazy party trick," he mumbles, flattening his tongue and soothing over your sore bud.
He brings you a cold compress in a towel later because he feels bad about how swollen and raw your skin is from his mouth and beard
ryland grace being a crier during sex.
he gets overstimulated easily, clinging to you when you stroke him gently. “mnnghh baby..” he starts off whining. he’s backed up against the headboard of his bed while your seated perpendicular to his hips on your calf’s. your hand’s on his cock, using his excessive precum to your advantage, spreading it around his tip. his hips lift off the bed when your squeeze him a little before he’s keeling over himself. “please, please—“ he starts begging with a moan cutting him off. that’s when his tears start developing in the corners of his eyes.
“please what?” you tease him. he’s always so needy when you’re touching him. even when your not touching him, when he’s jumping your leg at night when you’re ‘too tired’ to assist with his desires. when you’re only talking him through his orgasm and he’s drinking your every word. your voice gets him going like a dog at your beck and call.
“please help me cum. i need it, please, baby” he’s full on crying and you’re living off it. seeing him like this, admittedly, gets you sinfully turned on. his red cheeks glistening with every tear that falls. and when he looks up at you with his mouth agape it’s like you’re dreaming.
you test his limits further, “lemme see you hold it a little longer. can you do that for me?” to which he nods with a choked sob-moan. “good boy. you’re always so obedient for me.” and he was. you’re good boy. you lean forward to kiss and lick at his tear stained cheeks which gets him all the more red. his meeks moans send ripples through your core and he’s barely containing himself.
“can i now? can i? i’ve been good, you said so!” he grabs at your arm, gently, and your shirt, pinching the plush of your boob not-so-accidentally. you continue to work him, twisting your wrist and making designated stops at his tip, stimulating the vein that starts right under it. it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“cum for me, ry” you whisper into his neck as your peppering kisses to it. his face is all twisted, red, and wet when white hot ropes come sputtering out of him. it’s a lot and it gets all over your hands and his thighs. after a few tens of seconds he’s spent and sticky, heavily breathing out ‘thank yous’ like you granted him his one wish willow.
“what do you say about going one more time? with me on top?” you suggest. you guys spend the rest of the night doing “intensive exercise” and expecting noise complaints from ryland’s neighbors.
warnings: Rocky asks uncomfortable questions; intimate matters; Ryland has an emotional crisis; sexual allusions
You and Ryland are eating ramen, enjoying a short break between astrophage experiments. Rocky is busy with something on his side of the ship when he suddenly speaks up. "Grace, question?" "What's up, pal?" Ryland says around a mouthful of noodles. "During sleep cycle when Grace and she went to dormitory, I heard sounds." You watch Ryland's eyes widen instantly. He nearly chokes. "I concluded Grace wanted privacy. I activated sound dampening."
Ryland struggles to recover enough oxygen to remain conscious. The tips of his ears are already turning red. "I appreciate that, buddy. Thank you." Rocky clicks. He isn't finished. "Were those human mating rituals, question?"
Ryland looks at you. You stare back. Both of you completely freeze. The ramen is forgotten. You’re fairly certain you can see thousands of thoughts crashing into each other behind Ryland's eyes. "I would rather not discuss that subject, Rocky." "Why?" "Because those things are private. Very private. Humans don't usually talk about them openly."
Rocky shifts uneasily. "But it is science. Research. Information required." "Nope. Not happening." Ryland shakes his head, already on the edge of a nervous breakdown. "We're forgetting this conversation ever happened. We're not discussing it. Ever again."
You bite your lip. Rocky turns toward you. If he had a face, you are certain it would be pleading. "Help me. I require information." You barely manage not to laugh when Ryland's head snaps up. "But Grace is correct. Humans don’t discuss such things and…" "But you are not suffering, question? No discomfort, question?" "Ummm..." You think for a moment. "No. Nothing like that, Rocky. It's actually very pleasant."
Ryland raises an eyebrow. Then he snorts in disbelief and shakes his head. "We need to end this conversation immediately. I am not mentally prepared for it."
Some time later, he corners you in a dim corridor of the Hail Mary. His hand closes lightly around your wrist as he steps closer. "This is your fault." "My fault?" "I told you that you're a little..." He takes a breath. "A little too loud." You blink. "My fault? And who exactly was the one who…” "Next time I'm taping your mouth shut and…" "Oh, are we making threats now? Because I distinctly remember somebody being very acoustic the last time I…"
Ryland immediately slaps a hand over your mouth and stares toward Rocky's tunnel in pure despair. "This is going to destroy me psychologically," he groans. After a moment, he lowers his hand from your face, then he leans in and presses a quick kiss to your lips. "You are not making my life any easier." You smile. "Nope."
Hey there ✨ This is my first time ever writing headcanons and oh my, I loved it. Have fun with our dearest Space Hunter !
Also let's consider this as a celebration for 100 followers !!! Yaaay !! I never thought I would reach this number here, I love you all ❤️
Also please excuse if there're mistakes, english is not my first language.
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18+ MDI
1. Biggest Turn-On
When your silhouette is drawing behind the sliding slight transparent door of the washroom of the Crest. He loves you to tease him with a sight of your partially, or not, naked body while he still wears his armor. Din also loves tension after a fight you both would get into, watching you sweaty and powerful..
2. Biggest Turn-off
Do not dare to betray him. He would catch the lies in your eyes even before you would attempt something against him. Do not use him. Never. You'll regret it.
3. Quickest way to get horny
Being confined in a small space with you, when hiding from enemies during a mission with you. Glances of you trying to guess his expression through his helmet. Lingering, ‘accidental’ touches, fingers grazing yours while seated next to you in a cantina on Nevarro. And probably the very best way to get your space hunter horny would be when you cross your arms on his armored body behind him, seated on his pilot chair, and your hands reach down for him to give him a little break on his job.
4. Top 3 places to be touched
Being a Bounty-Hunter is a hard life choice for a man, and this armor weighs quite a lot on this magnificently built body. So he probably would enjoy a gentle massage of his upper - and lower - back, using some oil or maybe just your fingers grazing his skin to help him fall asleep. Speaking of falling asleep, number two would definitely be his hair. God he misses your tickling and you playing with his dark curls when he has to keep the helmet on. And number three would be his hands, calloused, used and exhausted from fighting. Din is a sucker for soothing gestures while he's back to the Crest after a mission, so he would kill for you to massage his ungloved hands at the end of a tough day.
5. Do you like the idea of a threesome or moresome ?
Din is a space curiosity man. He would probably would prefer you alone for him, just to be his to please and fuck, but he certainly would enjoy one time or so a well-chosen partner for the two of you.
6. Sex or Masturbation ?
Both, since the loneliness of his jobs across the Galaxy, alone in the Razor Crest, would make him needy when remembering you. And of course he would fuck you as soon as he could when being near you. Beskar on flesh.
7. Spit or Swallow ?
Oh Din is a gentleman. He would never ask you to swallow, nor even for your precious mouth to be covered in his white thick juice.. He would think it is too demeaning. Unless you beg for him to cum on your lips, and you ask him to swallow right with finishing to suck him dry.
8. Rough or Romantic sex ?
He would mostly be romantic and tender, kissing you softly, caressing every bit of your skin. Though as he probably has missed you during his last job, he would take you roughly right as he sees you, not even taking off his armor.
9. Loud or quiet partners ?
He absolutely loves to hear how good he makes you feel. Be loud, Honey, you better show your Space Hunter how much you like him making love to you.
10. How much foreplay ?
Removing a Beskar armor is quite long Honey, so that’s why Din would enjoy taking care of you first, just using his tongue and his lips, licking and biting you delicately. And sometimes he would remove his gloves.. He loves you even more when you beg for him to take you, even still wearing that Beskar.
11. How much teasing does he like ?
He would love you to tease him until he has enough and wants to take you, but he probably would enjoy teasing you actually. Giving you pleasure with lust and possessiveness.
12. Hooks up or only partners ?
Mando is a solitary man, but he has enjoyed the company of a beautiful creature before you, even for just a few hours before he leaves for his next job again.
13. How much kissing during sex ?
If he's with you, alone and safe in the Razor Crest, he would never release your lips. You would be the only one he would remove his helmet for, and enjoy his tender and hungry kisses.
14. Favorite place to have sex ?
Anywhere as long as it is with you Darling.
15. Would he have sex in public ?
He’s a man of risk. Yes he would. The fear of getting caught, of getting seen or heard. That would definitely drive him mad, fucking you against a wall, in the changing room of the Baths, or discreetly using his fingers between your legs while seated in a bar.
16. Last place he had sex?
On his pilot chair in the Razor Crest..
17. Where would he most like to have sex?
Pretty most anywhere safe enough to get a good time with you. But he would mostly take you in his ship, or at your place if you dare to invite him.
18. Spontaneous sex or does he need to be in the mood?
Both. Just you being around him would already set him in the mood..
19. Would he go for a hookup at a stranger's house?
After a long hunting day, and only if he's single, yes. But since he's with you no. The Mandalorian is a man of honor and he's loyal to the one he loves the most.
20. Biggest kink?
Choking you, still wearing his gloves. Do you really think he would take the time to undress if he was visiting you between two jobs ? He would love to see begging for more, and begging for him to remove his helmet. Sometimes he would, and sometimes not..
21. Is he ok with name-calling?
No. Din is a gentle and kind soul. He would never diminish you by calling you in bad ways.
22. Would he do BDSM?
Again, Din enjoys pleasures, teasing almost, gentle gestures in bed, skin caresses. Sex with him would be moments of either extreme care, passion, tenderness, or wilderness.
23. Would he prefer to tie you up or be tied up?
Both. Definitely. He would so enjoy watching you beg for him to end the frustration of not taking you.. And Din would also enjoy a handcuffed-being at your mercy game.
24. Does he like orgasm denial?
Even if that would stir him up into a frustration storm.. Yes. But he shall have his revenge on you right after. Be prepared to be ravaged with ferocious kisses and lustful hands on your body.
25. Does he like overstimulation?
Not so very much actually. Din is willing to suffer on a mission, but not in bed. He would enjoy the sensation of one more lick or suck but not more. He would prefer your kisses and gentle touch in his ears, hearing how breathless he had gotten you.
26. Does he like pain being involved?
Probably not. Din is a ferocious fighter on hunts, but in bed, with you, he is a sweetheart. Caring, loving, affectionate. Making love should be only about pleasure and indulging for this space hunter. He deserves it.
27. Does he like dirty talk?
He will have to learn with you what you like to hear, but he eventually would end up whispering the filthiest words in your ear as he pounds deep in you, Beskar worn or not, and makes you cry for more.
28. Does he own sex toys? How many?
The only toy Din has in his possession would be his comlink.. To watch some of those holos. And maybe some you would have made for him when separated by your respective jobs.
29. What does he masturbate to?
Your voice, memories of you watching the Stars with him, memories of you taking a shower in the Twi'li'k bath, purposely teasing him with the sight of your naked body.
30. Multiple rounds or will he settle for one orgasm ?
Din would definitely have enough stamina to rock you several times if you need to.
31. Does he enjoy giving oral?
When he misses you, he would kill to feel you under his lips, you just offered and naked for him.
32. Does he prefer giving or receiving oral?
He likes both equally.
33. What makes him orgasm the fastest ?
The sight of you naked under him, pounding into you, you begging for him to cum inside you.. Or while you're riding him, on his bunk down in the Crest. Ultimately having your lips kissing him furiously, feeling your moans and you screaming his name on his mouth.. That would make him lose his mind and almost see the Stars.
34. Does he like/do anal/pegging?
Din is curious. But he wouldn't start with such things. If you're willing for him to give this side of the game Darling, you better ask him.
35. Favorite position?
Right when he can have your legs spread for him, his body leaned on yours, his arms framing and capturing you in his warmth. Yes, that would be long, slow, but intense missionary.
36. Does he use protection?
Din is gentleman and unless you assure or beg him you want him to fuck you raw, he will always use protection.
37. Does he masturbate with clothes on ?
Oh dear, do we need to talk about how this man is supposed to endure your absence, alone in his ship ? No we don't. Of course he would keep his armor on, and make a mess thinking of you..
38. How does he prefer his partner's hair/grooming?
He likes a tidy appearance, but he knows what days of confinement in a spaceship means Darling, so he's not very fussy in general. Just being with you in this small space that is his space ship, half-naked pretty much all the time.. That would lead to a lot of nice times.. Regardless of how ravaged and exhausted you both would be.
39. What does he wear to bed?
Nothing. Once he removes his heavy armor and helmet, it is for good until the next morning.
40. What does he like his partner to wear ?
Transparency. He loves the mere evocation of your silhouette seen through a delicate silk night garment.. And probably to take you while you still wear it.
41. Does he like his balls played with?
Girl. You better learn how to play with those or he will teach you.
42. What is his sexuality?
He's probably pansexual as he tends to be attracted to any form of beauty in this galaxy. Including you.
43. Does he have extreme or unusual kinks?
Having you while you're handcuffed, and the other way : him being at your mercy kind of game. He’s used to being the hunter, and sometimes he wants to know it is to be hunted.
44. How often does he masturbate ?
The man is very busy hunting throughout the Galaxy, but as soon as his mind linger a bit longer onto thoughts, memories of the two of you.. He certainly would.
45. Favorite toy?
His fingers. And his tongue. The man hides his skills under his helmet.
46. Does he like roleplay?
Oh he might discover he does. Just help him find what is right for this Bounty-Hunter. Like playing hide-and-seek, as a hunter and prey thing. And oh Dear, you better be ready when the Mandalorian finds you.
47. Any fetishes?
Din is a gentle and calm soul so he wouldn't be needy for something in particular. Except, maybe.. being bitten…. As he feels so hungry for your touch when far from you. He misses you and he needs you to mark him, especially on his neck and shoulders. He needs to feel you.
48. Aftercare?
Again, Din is a gentleman. He would wait for your body to ease and for your thighs to stop trembling before laying next to you, exhausted and undone. He would caress you, travel his fingers on your sweaty skin, from your waist to your cheek. He would admire how messy he has made you, watching you wince, and chuckle, as the muscles of your thighs would hurt. And Din would patiently wait for you to recover your breath, eyes closed, and he would kiss you again, pulling you into his arms, unable to resist your opened mouth, still moaning..
“Are you alright Sweetheart ? You seem to have lost your mind” - kiss
49. Does he ever go comando?
Probably at night in the Crest, alone, or with you around in somewhere safe, just for you to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous and strong body.
50. Phone sex?
Oh freaking yes. Comlinks would become sticky at some point..
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Thank you for reading ! Hope you enjoyed it ✨
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Your latest Ryland smut fic got me so fucking horny. But I have an idea. What would happen if y/n’s using their toy while Ryland is sleeping. Like perhaps, Ryland hears the buzzing and wakes up. What sort of chaos would ensue. 😈
oops, this is so hot. here's this, sorry it's only a story and not real :(
He Likes to Watch ~ ryland grace x reader
1.7k words, smut smut smut
Summary: Ryland's sleeping on the couch so you take care of yourself, at first, at least.
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It wasn’t that late, but you could hear Ryland snoring away on the couch in the other room. The poor guy was exhausted from the field trip he led with his Eridian students. Rocky and a few other trustworthy adults helped supervise the visit, citing the fact that these kids were heavy enough to hurt a human while excitedly bouncing around the biodome. Ryland was grateful for the help, especially since he couldn’t wheel the organ from his classroom through the sand to help with new terms the kids didn’t know.
You had sat on the stairs by the house, watching with a smile as the small Eridians floated their xenonite balls in the water. You could tell from a distance that Ryland had given up on teaching and accepted that this was basically recess for them. He splashed around, laughing when Rocky started throwing students farther out in the water, trying to wear them out before sending them home.
It was sweet, seeing them both so in their element. When Ryland finally trudged back to the house that evening, he dropped on the couch with a book, swearing that he was going to get up soon. He hadn’t, of course, instead falling straight to sleep, book laying open on his chest.
You let him sleep, there was no reason to move him when he seemed so comfortable where he was. If he woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to come to bed, he would. But you couldn’t sleep. Call it hormones, call it insomnia, call it whatever, you couldn’t sleep. Usually on nights like this you’d roll over to Ryland and ask him to help - and he always did, who was he to say no when you always ask so nicely?
But you didn’t want to wake him, so you went for the next best thing. Tucked away in a bag in your closet was your little helper, your trusty vibe. Ryland loved that thing, loved watching you fall apart around it, loved that he could get you off so easily with it.
You closed the bedroom door and grabbed the toy, slipping off your underwear and settling back on the bed. It had been a while since you went solo, so you eased into it. Soft hands running over your stomach, up under your shirt and over your breasts. You gave them a squeeze, thumbs flicking over your nipples until they hardened into peaks. The sensation drew a quiet breath from you, a warmth settling low in your body.
You took the vibe, slid it down, down, down until it brushed through your folds, gathering a little slick. You press the button, choking back a gasp as you place the head of the toy right over your clit. It’s good, the gentle pulsing igniting a fire in your core. You turn it up and relax into it, one hand still playing with a stiff nipple under your shirt.
A few minutes of attention has you writhing on the sheets, you could feel that sweet coil tightening, your legs fighting to clamp down on the toy. Soft noises fall from your lips, you can’t help it when you feel so good. You feel that white-hot lightning threatening to spill over and chase it, grinding your hips and squeezing your breast.
You hear some rustling on the other side of the room, freezing as your eyes fly open. Ryland is there, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes are dark, teeth biting into his bottom lip. He has a hand on his hip, the other palming over the front of his pants slowly. “Don’t stop on my account, baby.” His voice is rough, “you were so close.”
You huff a small laugh, closing your legs and begging the blush on your cheeks to go away. He looks good, sleepy and warm and needy. You reach a hand out to him, asking him to join you in bed.
“Not yet, I just wanna watch.”
Shit. That was unexpected. He holds eye contact with you, letting you decide how far you want to take this. “Please,” he whispers, a small smile lifting the corner of his lips.
You take a deep breath and relax back into the pillow, spreading your legs and returning the vibe to your clit. He was right, you had been close. The pulsing sends a shock through you, pulling a moan from your throat before you can stop it. Ryland’s breath hitches from the door.
Your free hand moves back under your shirt, tweaking your nipple in rhythm with the vibrations. The peak you were chasing comes back quickly, spurred on by the idea that Ryland was watching your every move. You spare a glance towards him, he’s got his length in hand, slow strokes working the base while his stare takes you apart.
You up the speed one more time and it throws you over the edge, your release shaking through your whole body. You’re all loud moans and shaking limbs, back arching off the bed while you ride it out. It feels like an eternity before you’re turning the toy off and flopping back down.
A moment passes and you finally open your eyes, searching for Ryland. He’s still standing by the door, hand still moving over his hard cock. His eyes are on you, his mouth open, heavy pants rattling his chest. He approaches slowly, all heat and desire, crawling on the bed over you and molding his lips to yours.
The way he kisses you takes your breath away, his tongue dominating yours, teeth biting your lips and pulling hard. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He’s muffled against your mouth but you hear every word. It makes your cheeks heat up again.
Desperate to turn the attention away from yourself, you skirt a hand up and palm him, thumb running over his slit to gather a bead of precum. The moan he lets out is deep in his chest, his head drops down to your neck and he shudders. You push his chest so he rolls over, following him and sliding down his body. “Mm, sweetheart, you don’t have to,” he tried to start.
“Want to,” you murmur, looking up at him from under your lashes. “You worked so hard today, you deserve a treat.”
He groans again, hand coming up to rest against your cheek. You don’t give him a chance to say anything else before you’re licking up his length, tracing a vein on the underside that always makes him twitch. You look him in the eye and drop your jaw, taking him in as far as you can.
“Oh-oh, god ba-baby yes,” he’s a sight, red flush running down his neck, biceps straining to keep from grabbing your head.
You bob on him, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the tip with each upstroke. This is one of your favorite versions of him, raw and wanting and so pliant under your touch. You suck him down easily, letting your drool drip down his aching cock, and you slide a hand under to cup his balls. His back arches, hands flying to your hair, not guiding you, just holding on. Skilled fingers roll over him, feeling his muscles contract.
He pulls you off of him with the loudest moan yet, “wait, wait sweetheart. Wanna come with you, please baby.”
He tries to roll you to your back but you push him down again, letting him taste himself on your tongue while you throw a leg over him. You don’t give him any time, lining him up and sinking down with a cry against his mouth. His breath is coming out in harsh pants but his babbling picks right back up.
“Feel so good.”
“‘M obsessed with this pussy.”
“Baby - oh - please.”
You love listening to him, all breathless and whiny as you roll your hips and bounce down on him softly. You feel one of his hands leave your thigh, only to press the vibrator against your core. He turns it on, upping the speed and finding your clit. The dual sensation has you throwing your head back, moans ripping from your lips between ragged breaths.
The vibrations make his cock twitch inside you, “god - I’ll never get over that feeling,” and he ruts his hips up into you with intent.
You feel lost in him, propping your hands against his chest, nails digging into his shirt and fisting the fabric. He can feel your walls pulsing, knows you’re getting close by how hard you’re clenching on him. He also knows he’s close, so he pulls out the move that will get you there.
He turns up the speed on the toy one more time, “go, baby. Let me feel you,” and you crack. Your whole body shudders, broken cry ringing out. Your eyes scrunch closed and you see stars flashing behind your eyelids. You’re clenching so hard that he loses momentum, groaning and gasping while he slams home, emptying himself inside your tight core.
You have to pull the vibrator away from your sensitive clit, he’s too blissed out to notice. You collapse down on him, pressing messy kisses to his lips, his cheeks, one to each eyelid. He returns the kisses as best he can, trying to catch his breath.
When he finally opens his eyes, he looks tired. You smile, brushing your lips across his forehead and running a hand through his hair. “Sorry if I woke you up, you looked so comfy on the couch.”
He huffs a laugh, hands coming up to hug you to him. “You can always wake me up for that. Next time I want to pull a chair up and watch.”
Your cheeks go warm, embarrassment making you hide your face. “Ry, I didn’t know you were such a perv.”
“I didn’t know either, but god you looked beautiful all laid out like that.”
You groan into his neck, ignoring his low rumbling laugh in your ear. Strong hands run up and down your back, coaxing you away from the safety of his shoulder. He shifts so he can see your face, grinning while he whispers, “I don’t know why you’re shy about this, you’re hot as fuck.”
It makes you laugh, one hand coming up to slap his chest, a weak protest falling from your lips.
“I’m serious, never knew a person could be this attractive. You’re a dream, baby.”
He gives you one more kiss before slapping a hand down on your ass. “Now come on, let’s get cleaned up so I can go to bed for real.”
Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader
Summary: In the dark of the night, Din always calls you by another woman’s name. And it’s starting to wear on you.
Wordcount: 1.9k
Warnings: References to sex.
A/N: First fic for our boy! Crossposted on AO3.
By the time you join the Mandalorian he has already been through so much.
The death of his parents, the loss of his people, the absence of his son.
It only makes sense that there was someone before you. Someone that knew him better than you, probably. Someone he’s shared his face with in the daylight, where you imagine the tone of his skin, the brown of his eyes, shines richer than it does in the dim of the hull.
2.8k words, smut, use of vibrator, overstimulation a little
Ryland finds a little secret you've hidden away on Erid, would he even be a scientist if he didn't experiment?
This is actually filthy, sorry in advance
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You hadn’t meant to start something, but that’s usually how conversations go with Rocky and Adrian now that you were settled on Erid. When asked if there was anything still on the Hail Mary that you might want brought down to the planet, you mentioned a duffel bag that was left behind in the initial move. You didn’t tell them why you wanted it, just made a passing comment about if they happen to see it, could they grab it.
That, of course, led to a small group of Eridians, accompanied by Rocky, making the trip back up to do a sweep of the ship. They brought down a ton of stuff, just kind of whatever they saw, really. You and Ryland spent an afternoon sorting and organizing, it sounded silly but you realized that neither of you wanted to throw anything away. Any reminders of earth you had were on that ship, which made it hard to separate from. Ryland drew the line at literal trash, saying that the Eridians could at least study the materials for their own research.
Your duffel bag was the first thing you brought back to the house, setting it in the closet and honestly forgetting about it. With so much going on in the biodome, there was always something to supervise. If nothing else, Rocky and Adrian kept you busy.
So when you returned to the house one afternoon, quietly studying some new materials Rocky dropped off for you both to examine, and spotted Ryland sitting on the bed, you thought nothing of it.
He let you show him the samples, listened intently while you explained where they came from and what they were used for. He left you alone for a bit, letting you do your thing for a few hours.
Until he couldn’t anymore.
His arms wrapped around your stomach, head coming down to kiss your temple, your cheek, your jaw. You don’t try to stop him, recognizing his message instantly. He wanted something, he was just being a little shy about asking. You turn to him with a hum, giving him a smile with raised eyebrows, expectant.
“Making any big discoveries over here?” He asks with a smirk against your lips.
“Huge discoveries, actually,” and you kiss him properly.
He kisses you lazily, taking his time, drawing out whatever he was so shy about. He used to be this way when it came to intimacy of any sort, reserved, like he was embarrassed to ask for anything. But it had been a few years since then, the confidence boost you gave him made him a little bit of a monster in bed, honestly. You had quietly told him that you like it when he takes charge, like when he’s not scared to tell you what he wants. That conversation had freed him, he told you later.
You wouldn’t push him now, he would tell you when he was ready, even if it did make you extremely curious. He’s not mysterious, as much as he wants to be, he’ll crack soon, he can’t help it. You let him pull you out of your seat and loop your arms over his shoulders. He hugs you to him for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then he’s moving, dragging you to the bedroom and down onto his lap. You don’t fight him, taking a seat right where he wants you.
He kisses you again, this time it’s heated. Teeth and tongues, groans and whimpers as you roll your hips over his a little. His hands roam your thighs and hips, sliding over your ass to help move you on him. He makes a small noise into your mouth and pulls back, he’s struggling to hold eye contact with you and oh, that’s new.
“I-um, so I made a discovery of my own today…” His face is red, he’s staring at your nose, hands tightening on your back.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm. You know all that - um, all that stuff they brought down from Mary for us?”
Uh oh, you’re caught. It brings a small smirk to your lips, thinking about Ryland snooping through your things, his face going bright red when he saw it.
You let out a breath, tapping his cheek to get him to look at you. “Tell me, baby,” you’re all sweet tones, might as well have a little fun with him, you think.
He finally looks into your eyes, “I, ha-uh found your-your vibrator…”
There it is.
“Didn’t know you had that up there,” a pause, “did you ever use it?”
You never had the chance, considering the close quarters and the alien who could see through walls and hear every sound you made. He would have alerted Ryland immediately, you just knew it. You shake your head with a laugh, “no, there’s no way I would’ve been able to without you knowing.”
He sits with that for a moment, gears turning in his head. The eye contact feels a little overwhelming now, he’s biting his bottom lip and circling his thumbs on the skin under your shirt. “Can I use it on you?”
Your brows shoot up, heat flushing your face. “You want to… I-I mean, yes, yeah totally,” your flustered answer pulls a laugh from him. A hand on the back of your head slams you down to his lips, he groans into you, unable to help the twitch of his hips at your words.
He makes quick work of your clothes, peeling you out of everything and laying you flat on the bed. His mouth suctions to your throat, little nibbles and licks making your breath hitch. One of his hands holds him up while the other roams your body. Nimble fingers run up your side, skirting around your breast. He’s all teasing touches and soft words, slowing down like he’s been waiting for this all day. He probably has been, you think.
Kisses move down your chest, paying special attention to each nipple. The scratch of his beard is delicious against your heated skin, he leaves red marks everywhere he kisses without even trying. Your hands are in his hair, on his back, sinking nails into his shoulders. One thing you know about Ryland is that when he has you like this, he can’t help but ravish you, taking his time and working you up so sweetly.
He’s moving again, sliding all the way down until he can throw your legs over his shoulders. He doesn’t dive right in, taking a second to look up at you and admire the sight. You feel that heat in your cheeks again, then he said, “I turned it on earlier, it’s kind of strong. Is.. is it better for you if I-um warm you up a little?”
The heat changes for you then, from a hot flush in your face to a warmth settling in your chest. Of course Ryland would be thinking about how he can make it as good for you as possible. All he ever does is worry about your comfort, you can almost picture the look on his face when he felt how powerful the toy was.
And you can’t blame him, to be completely fair. You know what Stratt packed for you, it was your request - a brand new satisfyer pro 2. You had the pro on earth, Stratt decided on the upgrade to the pro 2, citing that the reviews were even better. There was no resistance from you, if she was going to shoot you into space, well, you wouldn’t stop her from providing the best of the best for personal time.
But with Ryland already laying between your legs, you didn’t really want to stop him. “Warm me up a little, please?” Your hand strokes his cheek, watching his eyes flutter closed as he leans into you. His tongue licks a smooth stripe up, wide and flat, stopping just short of your clit. He does it a few more times, wanting a moan from you before he finally flicks over your sensitive bud.
Your hands bury in his hair, tugging the golden strands, encouraging him on. Ryland handles eating your pussy like he handles the rest of your body, he takes his time, chasing your noises, planting soft kisses between the harsher sucks. He feels your legs try to clamp around his head and pulls back, climbing up over you to lick into your mouth and let you taste yourself. It makes your moan jump up in pitch and he eats it up.
You see him slide a hand under his pillow, he pulls out the vibrator and just sets it beside you, looking to you for help. “Show me how you use it?” He whispers it against your mouth, a little unsure but so endearing. You nod, kissing him again, and push him up so he’s sitting on his knees between your spread legs.
You pick up the toy, examining it for a moment, you know how intense your orgasms can be with these things, you almost feel like you should warn him in case you accidentally kick him. His hands running soothingly over your legs pulls you back to him, he lifts under your knee and kisses the bend, trying to hide how excited he is behind his simmering stare.
“Come on, baby, wanna see what you can do,” his voice is gruff, like he’s pushing down his own need. That’s all it takes for you to turn the toy on. You reach down and run it through the slick at your entrance. The slow slide up to your clit is familiar, making your legs twitch as you land right where you need it. The pulsing immediately draws a gasp from you, the sight making Ryland moan low in his throat.
“That feel good, sweetheart? Looks fucking amazing,” his eyes are locked on your core, watching how your cunt clenches with each small movement of your wrist. You give it a moment before you turn the speed up once, giving yourself just enough to get your hips rolling. Muscle memory kicks in and your free hand reaches up to your breast, rolling your nipple with a sigh.
Ryland just watches, studying how you move the toy so minutely, amazed at how intimately you seem to know your body. He lets you work yourself up, his steady pressure on your legs grounding you, helping you remember that he’s here. Until he can’t sit still anymore. His hand covers yours, silently asking for control. You give it to him easily, letting him slide the head of the toy around until he finds all the spots that make you shake.
He ups the speed, watching in amazement as your whole body reacts. “Is this okay?” He whispers against your thigh. Your nod and moan are the only answer he gets, but he takes that as permission to experiment more. He sets your leg down to bring his hand to your slit, fingers sliding through your wetness and circling your entrance. He pushes one finger in, groaning at how tight you are. “I can feel the vibrations, holy shit,” he’s just as breathless as you are.
He pumps two fingers into you, curling up and finding that spot inside you. It nearly makes you scream when he rubs against the nerves. That mixed with the pulsing going steadily on your clit pushes you right over the edge. You come with a cry, body spasming around Ryland’s fingers. He doesn’t stop, letting you ride it out until you’re grabbing the toy and turning the speed down with a groan.
“Holy shit, baby. That was amazing. You’re so fucking hot, oh my god.” He’s laying over you again, hands holding your face, kissing you messily. It takes a minute for you to come down, but he’s patient with you while you find yourself again. “That was a big one, you okay?” He’s so gentle with you, you swear he has no idea how much of a turn on it is.
“Mm, I’m good.” A deep breath. You feel his cock pressing against you, you know he would be more than happy to stop after that, but you’re not quite ready for that. “Ry, will you use it while you fuck me?” You’re not even embarrassed at the words coming out of your mouth, too busy thinking about how good it would feel to come with him like that.
He makes a strangled noise, burying his head in your neck. He twitches in his pants, can’t help it when he ruts into you, seeking that sweet pressure against him. “Yeah,” he says your name into your skin, “yeah, we can do that.” The heat in his eyes is a stark contrast to how gently he holds you, like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.
He sits back again, lifting your hips and sliding a pillow under you. His shirt and pants come off quickly, his dick bouncing up as soon as it’s free. He gives himself a few strokes, watching as you turn the toy back on, making sure it’s on a low setting and settling it against your clit again. It makes you moan, you’re so sensitive from your last release. Ryland lines himself up and presses the tip in, leaning over you again like he just can’t hold himself up.
The moan that slips out of him is raw and high pitched. The vibrations are a lot, and he’s only got the tip in. “Holy - oh baby, this is - you’re incredible.” The praise falls from his lips like second nature, he’s nearly babbling already. Your legs wrap around his back enough to press him in a little further. He manages to hold it together until he’s fully seated in your warm heat, but as soon as his hips meet yours he whimpers.
You feel so full, the stimulation from the toy making you clench harder than normal. You bask in it for only a moment, turning the vibrator up a notch and letting your head fall back with a gasp. He gives a testing thrust, shuddering as he makes it almost all the way out before bullying his way back in. He finds a rhythm, his face stays buried in your neck, muffling his whines.
The warmth in your stomach coils tight, your legs shaking on either side of him. Ryland feels it, can sense how close you’re getting, so he slides a hand down and pushes a button on the toy, turning it up once more. Your jaw drops, voice cracking on his name. Your back arches up into him, your spasming walls pulling him under with you. Your vision whites out as he comes with the loudest groan you’ve ever heard from him.
He keeps pumping into you, biting back his cries to hear yours. It’s an overwhelming feeling, you can’t stop shaking, can’t stop your fingers from digging into his back. And you don’t know what comes over him but the hand he still has on the toy hits the button again. The speed jumps up and you feel him slam into you one, two, three more times. You never had a chance, really, and that coil built fast and snapped faster.
You convulsed under him as you came a third time, your body wringing his cock for all it’s worth before going limp. He quickly turns the toy down, taking care to remove it from your swollen clit gently. Your breath comes in short pants, eyes heavy and legs shaking.
You feel Ryland set the toy aside, his now soft cock sliding out of you with a wet noise. He’s placing kisses all over you, whispering praise quietly, like he was afraid to disturb your peace. His weight presses you into the mattress, grounding pressure helping to bring you back to him. When your eyes finally crack open, you see Ryland above you. He’s smiling from ear to ear, his eyes glowing.
“There you are. You okay, sweetheart?” His voice is low, big hands coming up to stroke your hair out of your face.
You take a quick inventory of yourself - shaking legs, trembling hands, floaty head - yep, you’re more than okay. You pull him into a kiss, trying to find your voice.
“That was so good, Ry. So, so good.”
His smile grows impossibly wider and he pushes up to look down at your body, his face going a little red again. “Did you know you could squirt?” The sly smirk that comes out does not go unnoticed.
“Mhm, just haven’t ever done it with a partner,” it’s your turn to go a little red.
“Aw, I got to be your first?” And he laughs, kissing your cheek.
“Shut up,” and you laugh too.
He rolls you both over so you’re laying on his chest. You enjoy the quiet for a few minutes, just soaking in the bliss. But Ryland is Ryland, and he always has something to talk about.
“I bet Rocky could make different kinds of toys for us to use…”
“Ryland!”
“Just a thought! I never tried any back home, I’d love to see what else I’ve been missing out on.”
the way these pictures make me think ryland x inexperienced!reader where he teaches her how to ride while he’s in the pilot seat. (nfsw 18+)
(p.s. this is all my opinion)
the way this man would grip your waist, and squeeze it, for sure leaving marks. i can’t ever decide if grace is an tits or ass guy so i feel like he’d both knead maybe slap your ass and have his face buried in your chest. he wouldn’t even take your shirt off all the way, just pull it up enough so he can get his mouth on you.
this mouth on this man could kill me!
“that’s it baby, just like that.”
“you’re so good to me, baby”
“look so pretty falling apart on my cock.”
“you think you can speed up a little for me, dear?”
“such a perfect girl. doing such a good job for me,”
he’s a softdom! for sure in the beginning. he wants to make sure he’s taking care of you and he’s enjoying watching you fall apart on his cock. but as you get a hang for it, he’s whimpering, moaning, crying mess. because at the end of the day, this man is touch starved and you feel like absolute heaven squeezing him.
