Summary: You need a good present for yours and Din's anniversary...
Pairing: ftm!Din Djarin x male reader
Content/Warnings: SMUT, Oral Sex (Din receiving), squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, established relationships, AFAB LANGUAGE!!!
Today was yours and Din’s anniversary, and you were so desperate for a gift to give him. When suddenly you thought.. you knew he loved getting eaten out and dominating you… so you quickly thought of something…
When he was about to return home, you undressed yourself and wrote a sign saying “USE ME”, for his pleasure, as roughly as he wanted. You waited for a couple minutes then heard the door open. Din was taken aback… but he quickly knew what you were up to, and he smirked under his helmet.
“Fuck… Cyar’ika…” he said, eyeing you all laid out for him, completely ready to be used by him for his own pleasure, as he got on the bed fully naked, his cunt already a little wet as he mindlessly got on his knees on the bed and just pressed your face right into his wet hole, his hands were on your head holding firmly, grinding your face on his pussy, holy fuck, it was heaven, he had a tinge of sweet musk down there that kind of made it hotter, his juices tasted fucking good, you couldn’t wait to make more come out of him…
As he desperately humped your face he let out breaths that his helmet failed to contain, this was a selfish Din that didn’t care how he managed to cum, he just wanted to do it. The time passed and Din grew wetter, his juices coated your face, especially your nose which Din had already brushed on his clit a bunch of times already, you tried using your tongue but he was so feral that it was impossible to get him to stop for even a second.
His thrusts on your face sped up and his moans became louder, he was gonna cum, and it was clear he hadn’t done it in a long time, he almost screamed in pleasure as his hole contracted around your face and soon your face was wet with him cum, he kept your face pressed to him as he rode out his orgasm before finally letting you breathe fresh air. You were so turned on, his juices and cum all over your face, your face feeling extremely hot due to the heat from his pussy and the friction of him relentlessly humping it. As soon as you recovered, you opened your mouth to let him know you were ready for him to let you use you again.
Din just grabbed a t-shirt and started to tie your hands with it… you were completely at his mercy now… hands behind your head, “Lick it clean” he said, his breath still a little shaky as he was back on your face, you eagerly lapped at his kind of salty slick, that taste that only he had, you licked his juices as he started humping again… “Mmmm-” he said as he rode your face, roughly, it was clear Din understood you wanted him to use you. One second your nose was right on his clit, the other it was almost entering him, the full front of your face was wet, even soaked, not that you minded once again.
You felt something else against your mouth and you realized it was a finger… Din’s finger, he was rubbing himself with your mouth and finger, “Stick out your tongue” he said breathlessly, but trying to sound normal, but you did anyway, immediately, the flavor hit your taste buds and you could swear this is what heaven was like. It was clear Din was in heaven too, cause this time, he started full on moaning, “Ah- fuck- fuck- yes!” Din screamed as he orgasmed on your face and in your mouth, he tasted so good. He stayed on your face, recovering, not really caring that your face was still on his pussy, you patiently waited for him, you were at his command.
Now more satisfied, he undid your tied hands (his groin still on your face, he was taking his time) and finally lifted himself off of you, he came back to his senses seeing your warm, soaked face, “Was I too rough on you?” he asked, genuinely caring, “No, I loved it even” you said as he took off his helmet and revealed his beautiful face again. He leaned in and kissed you, moaning a little at tasting himself in your mouth.
“Come on, more, I need more” he sighed, opening his legs, his wet pussy opened up because of how good you had eaten him out, “Come onnn” he begged you, starting to play with himself as you took his hips into your hands and giving him a malicious look, before going feral eating his cunt. Din’s hands were at your head, keeping you there, licking him. You kept your hands at his thighs though, keeping his legs open s the maximum amount of pleasure coursed through your man, his taste felt heavenly in your mouth. You slid a finger into the wet mess his pussy was, the noises your fingers made instantly turning you on even more. He was so tight and warm…
You started to pump your fingers in and out of him as you sucked his clit real hard, he was dripping onto the bed by now, and his breathing was speeding up, you could tell he was close. “Cyar’ika- I’m gonna- Shit- I think I’m gonna-” and he squirted all over your face as he grinded into your face roughly, your face was drenched once again. You look up at him with a smile, he does a soft one back, tired by the 3 orgasms he’d had. You were so hard by now, any touch to your dick would make you blow, so Din quickly got up and started to suck you. It was too much, he took you in deep and you couldn’t even warn him as a powerful orgasm caused through you, your seed filling his throat as you lay panting, your cock still in his mouth as he cleaned it.
“Happy anniversary baby-” you said breathlessly, giving him a weak smile, Din smirked and kissed you as you held each other, you kissed each other, “I love you” he said, as both of you drifted to sleep, desperate to get it after your long session…
Pairing: Dom!Trans!Din x AMAB!Reader, no use of Y/N, gender neutral pronouns/descriptors
Word Count: 1.7k+
Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, slight voyeurism, light Dom/sub dynamic, handjob, mention of oral sex, frotting, and penetrative sex, wet dreams
Summary: With rising sexual frustration between the two of you, Din dreams about making you cum.
A/N: HAPPY PRIDE!! <3 Queer sex is revolutionary! There is an AFAB version available here! Please note that I do use inclusive language for Din's body though I may use binary language for the reader's.
Trans!Din Masterlist
You'd spent every day of the last couple weeks in the fresher, getting yourself off to the memory of Din riding your thigh. Shamefully smothering your moans under the heavy shower spray. Reliving the sweet moans that escaped Din. Remembering how soft and warm he felt pressed into you. Wondering just how much hotter he'd be under the thick flight suit he adorned.
With eyes shut tight you go over those previous minutes, fantasizing about Din. Wishing he'd let you do more. Wishing you'd gotten to see the mess he'd made in his underwear. Wishing you could taste it. Even better, taste it directly from the source. Imagining him climbing off your thigh and onto your face instead; suffocating you with his sex.
Biting your lip hard as you cum, needing to remain silent. The mess of your sin on your skin quickly washed away with water. Head pressed back against the shower wall, trying to clear your head before you go out to face Din again.
The sounds coming from the 'fresher are nearly enough to have Din begging to touch you. Begging to have you touch him. He's thought of it so often since that night in the bunk. Even more so since your requisite for "alone time" has gone up lately.
He'd noticed of course. The extended time in the showers. The creaking floor of the Crest late at night told of your late night escapades. The frequent washing of your cot cover. Of small rags you'd seem to be using up at an unreasonable rate. Though he tried to ignore it at first, his own needs were catching up to him.
Din had tried to control it. Though obviously he'd failed at that, easily giving into you when you asked. But it was more than just lust. Than a crude bodily desire. He needed you. To show you with his body all the ways he loves you. Trusts you. To give you every part of him there is to give. And you'd been so good to him already.
Allowing him to grind on your thigh. The way you praised him. Kissed him. Lovingly guided him through that piece of new territory. His cock throbs as he imagines more. Wonders how your fingers would feel against his bare body. Stroking his cock. Or fingering his tight hole. Stars did he want that. Wanted it all with you. Even more than his own pleasure, he wanted to indulge in yours.
Din replays the memory over and over again. Just how good you felt under him. How delicious your mouth tasted. All the ways you responded to his wandering hands. Your beautiful body molding to his hands. Fitting in his palms perfectly. All the soft moans he pulled from you with those light teasing touches.
Din wants so much more. Wants to hear you louder, wants your bare body against him, wants the taste of you on his tongue. Din wants every last ounce of you he can have. But mostly, he dreams of making you cum. Hands traversing your body…making you writhe beneath him with pleasure like he knows he can. Though he'd never been on the receiving end before, his hands were well versed in the art of pleasure. And he wants to give it all to you.
Tonight though... it's so much worse. The sound is so loud. You're usually good at keeping quiet but tonight? Tonight you're a whimpering mess in the cot across from him. Just inches away…if he sat up and reached over- Were you trying to test him? Seeing how loud and desperate you could get before he'd cave in? Maker, did you know? He reasons that you had to. The sloppy wet sounds of your self-pleasure burn through his ears and go straight to his core. A steady throb felt beneath his pants that tempts him to indulge in his own body but then-
"Din-" you whimper. Teeth clenched down on the edge of your blanket.
And it breaks him. Without much thought at all, Din silently gets up. Feet bringing him over to the edge of your cot. Fingers twitching eagerly at his sides.
"Cyar'ika…" he says softly, startling you in the dark.
You pull your hand out from under your sheets, shame creeping up across your cheeks."D-Din! I- I'm sorry I thought you- I didn't know."
"Let me touch you." He says. Voice low and dangerous, his tone rough with sleep. His hand sneaks up onto the blanket and traces over your thigh. "Can I? Let me play with you? Please Cyar'ika?" Din lures you into his siren call. Hips pressing flat against your bedside as his hand travels higher up your inner thigh.
In the faint light, Din sees you nod. That and your little whimper being sufficient approval for him to continue. He pulls your cover off. Exposing your bare body to him. Though the room is still plunged in darkness, he knows he's never seen anything more beautiful before.
"Oh Cyar'ika…" he moans. Rough hands greedily grabbing at your flesh. Gripping your thighs…traversing up your body. Just feeling the entirety of your figure. "So good. Let me give you what you need."
Din leans over you, pushing himself into the tight bunk. His lips meet yours in a searing kiss. The taste of passion and desire heavy on his tongue. One arm wrapping around your shoulders. His large hand cradles your face. The other hand sneaks dangerously close to your inner thigh, threatening to touch you where you want him most.
"You're so pretty." Din says in a hushed tone, lips pressed against your ear. "Made me feel so good before…Let me take care of you." He pleads, before letting his thick digits find your throbbing member. Lazily tracing up and down the length. Eating up the breathy moans he pulls from you. Taking note of how much precum you were leaking before letting his hand close around the tip; giving it a gentle squeeze.
"What got you this excited, Cyar'ika? Hmm?"
He's toying with you. Like a predator playing with its prey. Using the voice he does during interrogations or with bounties. Strong and authoritative. Demanding respect. Making his low raspy voice even rougher. And as embarrassing as it is, it turns you on so fucking much.
"I asked you a question." He persists, his hand squeezing around you. Making you gasp from the pressure. "What were you thinking about?" Din asks again.
His opposite hand softly strokes your cheek. A gentle reminder that you're safe. That he would never hurt you. And as much as he just wants to lose himself in you, he needs this. Some structure. Some semblance of control. Something to keep his heart from beating out of his chest.
You rub your cheek against his hand, somehow understanding his racing mind. "Thinking about you…"
"Good, Cyar'ika." Din rewards you by beginning slow langid strokes up your length, nearly swallowing his tongue at the feeling of you throbbing in his hand.
You groan at the feeling "Din!" You moan out. Those thick hands were often the center of your fantasies, but the feeling of them soft and warm around you is so much better than you could have ever imagined.
"It's okay…" he soothes you. "Tell me, is this what you were thinking about?" He accentuates his words by pressing his thumb against your sensitive frenulum. "My hands?"
"Yes…" you admit. "Think about them- all the time. So thick. Feel so perfect touching me." You mumble, struggling to keep your composure.
"What else?" He presses. "What else do you think about, beautiful?" His voice is breathier than before. Evidence of that steady build of excitement in his core.
The sound makes you throb in his hand. "E-verything… touching you." You moan, quickly getting drunk on pleasure. "Making you cum on my fingers. Su-sucking your cock...Din- I wanna taste you so bad!"
The thought makes his face run hot. Suddenly, feeling very grateful you can't see his flushed skin in the dark. Din rewards your honesty by spitting on your cock. Making it so much wetter than before. But the greater reward is his own admittance "I want that too, Cyar'ika." he says, his fingers running across your lips. "Want to fuck that pretty face of yours. More-" the Mandalorian practically pleads. "Tell me." He insists, hand jerking you faster.
You couldn't hide the next moan if you tried.
His thick fingers wrap around you perfectly. His hand is playing you like a piano. Each stroke of the keys brings you closer to the edge. "My pretty boy…" you whine, eyes desperately searching for his in the dark. "I-I want to feel you against me-" you moan, bucking your hips. Fighting the urge to fuck up into his hand. Everything is tightening up inside you. The band in your belly threatening to snap. "Want to fuck you so badly."
Your admittance makes his brain frizzle. Consumed by the image of dragging himself down your length, rutting against you. Imagining how good you'd feel beneath him…maybe even inside him. The thought is too much for him, a growing wetness in his pants becoming too much to ignore as he clenches his thighs. "Dank ferrick Cyar'ika!" Din grunts. His hand works you ever faster, squeezing you intermittently. "Need you to cum." He groans in your ear, lips nipping at your neck. "So good…answering me, telling me what you want. Cum Cyar'ika. Cum for me!" He demands, growling in your ears.
Din's authoritative tone goes straight to your core. Making you throb in his grasp, warm cum covering his hand. "Din! Din! Din-"
The soft light cast over your face falls to the darkness of his bunk. As the sounds of your screams fade to that familiar whimper of his name coming from your cot.
"Dank ferrick-" Din grumbles, rubbing his eyes. Shuffling under his covers. His breath still heavy with sleep and arousal. He groans at the wetness gathered between his thighs.
You hear him shuffle in his cot; making you bite down on the blanket in a poor attempt to muffle your moans. You sweet thing, he thinks to himself. You were devasting him and you didn't even know it. Those perfectly soft moans seeping into his dreams…making the Mandalorian feel like a teenager again. Waking up to cum covered underwear and a desperate need to fuck himself. And as Din reaches into his boxers to touch his throbbing core, all he can think about is how desperately he wants to make those dreams a reality.
trans!dindjarin just makes so much sense. like he never shows his face or body and probably can adjust settings on his helmet to make his voice deeper. so he’s SUPER well passing with the armor on, and that’s another reason why he literally never takes it off besides his religion and stuff. I’m sure something like top surgery exists in the Star Wars universe but I kind of think that it only exists on more advanced worlds like Coruscant and is probably really expensive. (another reason he does bounty hunting) so— in my au anyway ig— the minute the armor comes off he looks pretty much like a girl. he keeps his hair short and his nose and brows are pretty masculine, but his jawline is very soft and his mustache is incredibly faint (bc yes girls DO have facial hair) so when he takes off his helmet in front of grogu and Luke everyone is like “your a girl???” and he has to sheepishly explain that he was born a girl but changed to a guy. (ofc everyone is super accepting and grogu doesn’t care cuz he’s a baby) and Luke is a demiboy in my mind so he’s super chill and is like “if u want some fellow queer advice just come find me” and that’s why din keeps coming back a lot (on top of wanting to see grogu) and they bond over that and stuff. (sry for ranting I’m just excited lol)
This has smut in it!! So be warned, also typing this on phone so excuse me if it sounds a little off.
For this work I’m gonna be using the word “dick” as I suppose Din transitioned quite some time ago and clitoral growth has happened. I refrained from using afab language on this one, but it doesn’t mean I won’t use it in future works.
Din loves using your face for his pleasure, pushing his groin onto it, grinding it against him with both his hands on your head and covering your face in his slick
You think he lets you pull away when he cums? You’re wrong. Instead he pushes your face even harder between his legs.
Oh and Din cums hard, he’s the opposite of an oozer, so when he does what I described before he covers your already slicked up face in his cum.
On occasions where he doesn’t want to be dominant though, he loves it when you spread his legs wide and eat him like that, as he desperately tries to close them around your head so you can’t pull off but you keep them open instead.
As for you? You eat him out like a starved man who can only be satisfied with his juices, which makes him moan real loud.
He likes it when you lick him everywhere, in his hole, on his dick, on his lips, even bringing in your fingers so you can stimulate all 3 spots, sometimes if you do it well enough he can squirt.
Squirting. That brings me onto my next headcanon, the right combination of movements can make him do that, sometimes he does it on your face, other times on your dick if you’re fucking him, others on your fingers while you finger him and suck on his dick.
When he isn’t using your face and actually lets you speak words that don’t go right into his hole, he likes being told how good he tastes, he feels more at ease and knows you enjoy it.
At first while eating him out your nose was just a side thing you only really used for taking in his warm musk, but when you realized you could rest it on his dick and move it as you put your tongue inside him, and how much he moaned when you did this, you quickly made your nose part of oral sex with him.
As for ass play, it’s not something you two often do, but he likes it, normally with some fingering at his front hole too.
Din gets very wet and very easily too, only half a minute of toying with his dick with your fingers will do to get him soaking and dripping, that’s a plus for you, as you eat up his slick and is nice and ready for when you decide to go inside him…
A/N: This is honestly the cutest thing I've wrote in a while, happy pride month and enjoy this! Happy pride month btw!!
Pairing: ftm!Din Djarin x gender neutral!reader
CWs: Nothing but mentions of reader having scars (any kind)
Summary: Din doesn't like his chest, his top surgery scars specifically, and in a warm night where getting shirtless is the best option, you decide to comfort your man and reassure him that you love him.
Takes place probably in his little hut in Nevarro.
PLEASE REBLOG AS IT MOTIVATES ME TO KEEP WRITING!
Din’s body.. a piece of art, nothing short of an intervention from the gods. Such a broad back, beautiful muscles on his arms that made you feel safe in them. Some muscle on his neck and a good stomach that was perfect to lay on and kiss. His face as well, beautiful brown hair and eyes, an arched nose that you loved to feel nuzzling your neck, pouty lips that you yearned to kiss every second of the day as well as his mustache. Hands that always wanted to be on you, and you let him, you loved his hands as much as he loved using them to touch you.
But Din didn’t think the same about himself. One main thing held him back: his top surgery scars, he found them so ugly, he thought they ruined his body, that line running across his chest, he just couldn’t look at it for too long, it made him hate his own body. You were kind of aware of this, and this was why he hated warm nights, which was what tonight happened to be.
“Din, seriously, take off your shirt” you pleaded, the man was becoming a human ocean next to you, “I’m fine” he said, obviously not
“You’re not, please, do it for me..” you pleaded with puppy eyes, his insecurities clashed against your requests. “But I’m so ugly without it, I wouldn’t want you to sleep on-”
“Din, I genuinely don’t care about your scar, it’s part of who you are, the beautiful cluster of things you are…” you said, taking off his shirt and revealing his slightly toned body, the white line across his chest, “How can you not hate this?”
“I don’t see any issue, we all have our things on our skin, I’m not scarless either, you know?” you chuckled, laying him on your bed and putting your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
He had a deep blush all over his face, did you.. did you seriously not care about his scars? You were laying your head on them, not caring at all, just enjoying him with all the love you had for him. He felt light kisses on his chest, “You’re so beautiful..” you muttered on his chest, “A work of art..” you kept complimenting, kissing along the line on his torso,
“Ah- y/n-” Din blurted out in shock, you loved him this much?
“I’m telling you, I don’t care, you’re beautiful, you’re my soulmate and I’ll take everything that comes with you… you’re not ugly, you’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen..” you lovingly told him, massaging his hair as you leaned in to kiss his lips.
“Let’s sleep now, okay?” you asked, he just nodded, feeling too happy to speak, you laid your head on his chest, taking in the sight of his biceps, “I love you..” a faint voice came from above you,
“I love you too..” you whispered as you went to sleep on his chest, Din definitely grew more confident after that.
To those who didn't get their requests shown I'm so sorry but it was just already full/had two dif ideas and I had to pick and choose with which one I liked more!
