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livyjh · 1 year

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either Joel or Din you can pick

11 ✨ 17 ✨ 20 ✨ 24

ps absolutely love your work babe 🖤

Thank you so much!!! I decided to go with Din on this one ;) thanks for the request, dear!

Following Orders

Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.4k

Smutty prompt list: 11, 17, 20, 24

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

17. “Hands behind your back.”

20. “Breathe through your nose.”

24. “You can do better than that.”

Summary: Din teaches you how to give a good blowjob.

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“I’ve just never really…” you begin, embarrassed.

“You’ve never given oral?” Din asks, voice serious through the modulator.

You shake your head, blushing.

In the short time you’ve traveled with Din, helping with the kid or with bounties as needed, you two have had one sexual encounter. It was late in the cargo hold one night, cleaning guns together. It was your fault, really. Din’s gloves were off and you couldn’t stop staring at his hands as he meticulously wiped away at smudges on his favorite blaster.

“See something you like?” Din tilts his helmet up to look at you.

Your eyes shoot up to his visor from his hands and you feel heat creep up your chest to your face. “If I did?”

“Do you want me to touch you?” His voice drops an octave and he tilts his head just slightly.

“Please.” You beg.

So that night he fingered you, making you cum three times.

Since then, you hadn’t talked much about anything sexual, both of you trying to respect boundary lines that had already been crossed.

But when Din randomly asked the craziest place you’ve ever done anything sexual, you had nothing interesting to say. Then the conversation led to you asking him the same question. He said one time he got a blowjob behind a cantina on Tatooine around 3am. Which led to you admitting that you’ve never given one.

He turns around in his chair and looks at you, his eyes no doubt raking over your body. You make the first move this time. “Teach me.” You lean forward in your chair.

You hear him choke on air before he gives a gentle nod. “Get on your knees.” He points to the floor space between his legs.

You get down and do as he says, kneeling in front of him. He plants his hands on the arms of his chair, tilting his head down to look you over.

“Open my pants.” He speaks with firmness.

You sit up a little, resting your arms on his thighs as you reach for his button, noticing that he’s already hardening. You undo it, then the zipper, slowly pulling it down until it stops.

His breathing picks up as you do this, hands gripping the chair just slightly. “Good.” He breathes. “Now, pull them down.”

You lick your lips as you hook your fingers into the hem of his pants and underwear, pulling them both down until his cock springs free.

You gasp softly at the sight, Maker, he’s big.

It hangs heavy against his hip and he groans, pushing his hips up in the air just slightly before settling back in the chair.

“S- stroke it.” He stutters, watching you, restraining himself from just pulling your hair and pushing down your throat.

You take him in your right hand, ghosting your fingers over his hardness before you slowly tighten your grip around him. You stroke him rather slowly, brushing your thumb over the head when you reach it.

“Fuck.” He curses under his breath as he watches you.

“Now- now lick the tip. Brush your lips over it.” He orders.

You oblige, leaning forward, swirling your tongue around the head of his cock before kissing it once. You rub your lips back and forth over it, your lips glistening with precum when you pull back.

He chokes out a moan, finally giving in as one hand tangles in the hair at the top of your head. You whimper ever so softly at the touch.

He pulls your hair gently as he gives his next demand. “Start sucking. Go down slow.”

Once you put the tip in your mouth and start to suck, “Hands behind your back.” He says sternly.

You put your arms down and put your hands behind your back before slowly moving your head down on him. “That’s it. Breathe through your nose. Don’t try and hold it.”

You shyly suck down as much of him as you can before pulling back up, sucking on his head for a moment before moving down again.

You feel his cock flex against the roof of your mouth and it almost makes you gag so you pull off of him completely, looking up at him as you blush. He whines at the loss of wet heat around him.

“Come on. You can do better than that.” He encourages, free hand holding his dick straight in front of you until your mouth is on it again.

You suck him down further this time, focusing on slowly breathing through your nose. He grips the chair once more, other hand still in your hair.

“Suck ha- harder.” He stutters between soft moans.

You do as he says, adding more suction as you bob your head up and down his length. Each movement down he manages to push you an extra millimeter.

You begin to consistently gag on him, tears forming in your eyes as you try to breathe evenly, failing.

“Fuck… just l- like that.” Din tilts his head back as you keep working on him. He’s panting, dick impossibly hard.

You feel tears go down your cheeks just as he thrusts up and cums down your throat without warning. You try to swallow as much as you can.

“Ah, yeah, fuck… keep- keep going.” He groans as he pulls harder on your hair until he’s starting to come down.

He finally releases your hair and looks down at you. “Fuck, o- okay. That’s enough.” He breathes out a whine as you pull off of him.

You wipe at your chin and then the tears on your cheeks.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” You can hear Din frowning, reaching down to cradle your chin with one hand. “Come here. Take off your pants and sit down.” He pats his thighs with both hands.

You put your hands on his knees and stand yourself up before slipping out of your pants and straddling his lap.

He takes his gloves off and throws them on the floor, both hands moving up your thighs. You shake as he touches you and you feel yourself getting even wetter.

One of his hands moves to cup your heat through your underwear, making you roll your hips down against him. He presses two fingers against your clit through your panties and looks up at your face. “Get yourself off.” He demands.

Your thighs quiver at the words, cunt squeezing around nothing. “Din, please, I need-“

“Do what I told you.” He says softly.

You nod and start grinding down against his fingers. He does his best to keep them in place, letting you move and add pressure as needed.

Your panties are soaked with your slick, sliding easily against his fingers as you move your hips. You hold onto his shoulders, grounding yourself so you don’t scream.

You let out a couple soft whines and he pulls his fingers away. “Louder. Let me hear you.” He tilts his helmet, looking for affirmation from you.

“Okay.” You nod, biting your lip a moment. He finally returns his fingers to your covered pussy and then you’re moving again.

“Fuuck…” you gasp as you rut down. You’re whimpering loudly with each thrust backward and he decides to reward you.

He suddenly pulls your panties down your thighs, exposing your dripping cunt to him. Then, he’s pushing two fingers into you, thumb on his other hand massaging your clit. “Keep going.”

You let out a groan as you fuck yourself on his fingers, bouncing up and down until you’re almost sobbing. “Din… Din, I’m gonna cum.” You let out a shaky breath.

“Go ahead, pretty girl.” He curls his fingers forward and the next thing you know, you’re squirting your release over his hand.

“Ohh, fuck!” You’re gasping as you cum, toes curling and hands gripping Din’s shoulders hard enough to bruise.

“Maker, you look good.” Din moans to himself, fingering you until you’re whining with oversensitivity. He pulls his hands away and you collapse against his chest, burying your face in his neck.

Eventually, he picks you up and moves you to your seat before grabbing a rag and cleaning you up. He helps you back into your clothing before guiding you down the ladder to the bed compartment in the cargo hold.

“Get some sleep.” He whispers as he covers you with a blanket.

“G’night.” You smile at him before he closes the compartment and leaves you in the darkness. You fall asleep quickly, dreaming of more naughty things you want to do with him.

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shiversdownyourspleen · 1 year

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Paz Vizsla after he’s solo’d all the imperial troopers and the boss music’s still playing

#I will milk this gif until the day I die #star wars #sw #the mandalorian #mandalorian season 3 #mandalorian #mandalorian memes #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorion spoilers #mando season 3 #mando #it's mando hours #paz viszla #paz vizsla #the mandalorian spoilers #rip paz

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gabrielislovegabrielislife · 1 year

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I just know mando x reader fic writers are CRYING that his family name is Din and his individual name is Djarin (including me)

#the mandalorian #it's mando hours #the mandolarian #mando spoilers #mando s3 #mando season 3 #mando #the mandalorian memes #the mandalorian spoilers #star wars the mandalorian #mandalorian #mandalorian x reader #din and grogu #din djarin and his son grogu #din grogu #mand'alor din djarin #din djarin #din djarin and grogu #grogu djarin

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starphasedd · 1 year

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desire

He dreams of this often.

But this time, it feels real.

Your tight whimpers fill the closed space of his sleep capsule. Your soft skin is soaked of sweat. Your nipples are hard; pointing up towards him.

Your chest heaves up and down as you struggle to catch your breath. Your head is thrown to one side; the taut muscles in your neck flexed and visible from the position. Your eyes are screwed tight, and blush dusts your cheeks. Soft, wet lips parted open to reveal your teeth as you let moans and whines escape.

Your tiny hands are reaching down over your belly to grab his wrist, squeezing tight, but not pulling him away.

His gloveless fingers slide in and out of your dripping cunt with ease, collecting the arousal each time and pushing all that he can back in.

Each time his thumb circles your swollen clit, he can feel all of the muscles in your lower body start to tense and tighten. Your back arches off the bed.

His larger body hovers over yours, his other arm under your neck for support. He watches your expressions change with each movement of his hand.

You sound like a dream.

You feel like a dream.

"Din--" you whimper out.

That's when he knows it's a dream.

You didn't know his name.

His eyes slowly open to reveal the inside of his sleep parcel. The kid is passed out in his hammock. When he turns his head slowly, you're laying next to him; fast asleep.

You're facing the opposite direction, curves on display as the thin blanket you used every night fell softly over your hips. A pillow separates both of your bodies--an agreement you made when he told you to stop sleeping on the floor and invited you into his bed.

He was glad you put your trust in him, but fuck. He wishes he could set that pillow on fire and toss it into space.

So he could pull you close and feel your sweet curves against his throbbing cock. So he could hear your sweet moans and feel your naked skin.

He often wondered what his real name would sound like coming from your lips.

His dreams could never do the real thing justice, but he'll take what he can get until he has the courage to tell you the truth.

#din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian #the mandolorian x reader #the mandaloria/reader #mando #mando and grogu #mando season 3 #it's mando hours #mando fic #star wars

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thirstworldproblemss · 11 months

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This is... the way? ☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️☕️🤔

Spotted at the Starbucks at Mulholland & Calabasas

#obligatory NOT MY ART disclaimer #din djarin #grogu #the mandalorian #the manDADlorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal's insane coffee order #i did not partake because... y'know... i like to sleep at night 😅😆#starbucks #pp stuff #fanart #AMAZING fanart #art by some extremely talented starbucks worker #post only by #thirstworldproblemss #q #it's mando hours

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a-grey-area · 1 year

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Not Gw2 related but finally finished Pedro Pascal.

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #it's mando hours #daddy pedro #star wars

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canseethebrushstrokes · 1 year

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NEED HIS COAT IT LOOKS SO COMFY 🥰

#like i know it’s warm #it's mando hours #the mandolarian #grogu #din djarin #pedro pascal #baby yoda #mando season 3

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sgt-morgan · 1 year

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MANDO MASTERLIST 🌌

All Mando, all the time. Requests are open, I love this man.

Making a Home 🖤

You and Din are doing your best to raise a kid and build a new life for all Mandalorians. Isn’t it about time he makes you his wife?

Steam Heat 🖤 18+

Fighting a dragon on a buissness trip with Mando leads to some shower fun. Surprise surprise.

#mandalorian x y/n #the mandolorian x reader #the mandolorian #mandalorian x you #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mando fanfiction #the mandalorian #mando #mando fic #mando x y/n #mando x you #mando and grogu #it's mando hours #the mandolorian smut #mandalorian smut

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angstylittlepascal · 1 year

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Favreau decided to spend a whole ass episode on THE SCIENTIST NARRATIVE?!? My brother in christ we JUST sat through this with TLOU. GIVE US A GODDAMN MYTHOSAUR SCENE. We are BROKEN and can’t HANDLE THIS RN

#pedro pascal #the mandalorian #mando spoilers #star wars grogu #grogu deserves better #man fuck this scientist #mando and grogu DESERVE BETTER #WHERE IS THE MYTHICAL BEAST #ted lasso was better this week #tbh #don’t play me Favreau #take us back to the mines #it's mando hours #mando season 3 #mando s3 #more grogu

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aduialwen · 1 year

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Lol the ways Grogu reacts when bo katan walks over without the helmet.

My green baby is like, "daddy she's not wearing the helmet again"😂😂

#din djarin #mando #mandalorian #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 #din and grogu #grogu #it's mando hours #pedro pascal

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andiebomb · 1 year

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Oh damn bokatan and the armorer are definitely fucking, I mean damn bo got a suger momma

#bo katan x the armorer #bo katan kryze #the mandolarian #mando season 3 #it's mando hours #grogu djarin

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livyjh · 1 year

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Keep Going

Din Djarin x Reader (AFAB reader, no gendered terms used, just body parts)

Rating: EXPLICIT 18+

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: The Mandalorian gets hurt while trying to capture a bounty. He comes back to the Razor Crest and you patch him up, making him feel better in more ways than one.

Can be found on ao3 here

Din Djarin Masterlist

A/N: I’m thinking this takes place before season 1

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“Stop moving.” You tell Mando.

“It fucking hurts, Y/n.” He hisses as you clean the front of his wounded shoulder.

He wasn’t usually one to complain. Not like this, anyways. He’d just bite the bullet and suffer through the pain. But you could tell he was really hurting when he was verbal about it.

“I know. I’m sorry. Just let me take care of you.” You sigh, finishing cleaning his wound with alcohol before applying bacta spray.

He sighed with relief as the cool bacta met his skin, helping to numb the pain a little. You applied a gauze pad and taped it to him, standing back and looking at your work.

He was sat on the edge of his bed compartment, only in his helmet and pants at the moment. When he’d gotten back with his bounty, he was groaning as he put the criminal in carbonite.

You came down from the cockpit to see what was going on and saw how banged up he was. You helped remove his armor and boots and then turned away so he could quickly remove his helmet and shirt, turning back only when he told you it was okay.

You’ve been traveling with the Mandalorian roughly three weeks. He hired you as a maid of sorts. Doing all the menial tasks that were below his pay grade. Cleaning his weapons, armor, and ship. Keeping food stocked. Doing mechanical maintenance on the ship when needed, but he always liked to help with that part.

You put the med kit away and then turn back to him. You stare at his chest for a moment too long, then lift your eyes back up to his visor.

He was breathing hard, hands on his thighs, occasionally making a fist when a wave of pain washed over him. The bacta was fast. Just not that fast.

You step closer to him, now able to smell his woodsy scent. “Anything else I can do to help?”

There had been sexual tension between you and the Mandalorian from day one. That, you knew for sure. When he first interviewed you, to make sure you were the right person to hire, his handshakes lingered. He thought hard before each response to you. You’re pretty sure his helmet was tilted down just slightly towards your chest several times while he was questioning you.

“You’ve done plenty. Thank you.” Mando nods.

“A massage maybe?” You suggest quickly before he gets up.

He sighs. “It’s been years since I’ve had a massage. I would be grateful.”

“Alright, lay down on your stomach.” You smile at him and he does what you say, moving (slowly and carefully so he doesn’t hurt his shoulder worse) to lay down.

You admired his ass for a moment as he did so before climbing up into the compartment and straddling the back of his hips.

He lets out a long sigh as you do this, and you’re pretty sure he’s been touch-starved most of his life. In fact, based on what he’s told you about himself, you know it.

You start with his shoulders, careful not to press down on his injured one too much. You dig your thumbs in gently, repeatedly pressing them forward up the backs of his shoulders. He’s still breathing hard.

Your hands move down, gradually reaching his low back and moving back up.

He groans when you touch a particularly sensitive spot on his mid-back.

“Sorry. I can try and loosen it up. Or I’ll leave it alone if you want.” You offer.

“Please keep going.” He breathes.

You do as he asks, rubbing the spot in gentle circles to try and relax the muscle there.

You decide to dig a little deeper and you lean down, pressing your elbow into his back.

“Fuck.” He gasps.

“Shit, sorry.” You’re sure you’ve hurt him.

“Keep. Going.” He orders with a soft whine and you lean down once more.

You put your elbow against his back, pushing down and circling it. Mando’s breathing picks up, not harder, but faster. You watch as he fists his hands in the blankets by his head and it makes heat pool between your legs.

Once you feel the spot is relatively loosened up, you go back to using both hands to massage his back up and down. He lets out a shaky sigh.

“Don’t move.” He says quietly. Then he quickly turns over underneath you and-

Oh.

Mando is hard as a rock, pressed against your heat.

You gulp. “Are we doing this?”

He nods up at you, hands resting on your thighs for a moment before slowly moving them up over your hips.

You bite your lip and grind down against him, moaning softly. He lets out a low sound, gripping your hips. You rock them back and forth against his crotch, wishing there was less clothing on you both.

You pull your shirt and bra off and his hands come up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them lightly, kneading them and playing with them, making your eyes flutter shut.

His hands move down after a minute, unbuttoning and unzipping your pants. One of his hands goes down into your panties, quickly finding your clit and teasing it with his fingertip.

“Fuck, Mando.” You breathe out.

“My name is Din.” He says sweetly as he pushes a finger into your wetness.

“Din…” you moan, opening your eyes again, looking down at him.

“You look so good like this. Feel so good.” He groans, thrusting his thick finger in and out of you slowly. “So fucking wet for me.”

You nod frantically, grinding down against his hand. “All f- for you.” You whine.

“I know, sweetheart.” He hums and pushes a second digit into you.

You gasp and brace yourself, hands on his chest. If he keeps going like this, you’re going to cum on his fingers.

He starts thrusting them faster, making them dip deep inside of you each time. You dig your nails into his skin, “Oh, Maker, yes.”

Din growls up at you, his hips bucking once to remind you how aroused he was. He continues fucking you with his fingers, getting you closer.

“Gonna- I’m gonna cum.” You breathe out, jaw dropping.

“Cum for me, baby. Come on, you can do it.” He coos, encouraging you.

You squeeze around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, cumming hard and whining his name.

“Fuuuck.” He sighs, working you through your euphoric high.

After a few moments, his fingers slow down and eventually stop, pulling out of you.

His free hand lifts his helmet just enough for you to see his chin, then his fingers covered in your slick come up to his mouth. He sucks on them for a minute, moaning around them and rolling his hips against yours.

“Maker.” You gulp. He has fairly groomed facial hair. Not too much, not too little. You wondered if he’d ever take the helmet all the way off for you. But for now, you were satisfied with this.

He pulls his fingers away and lowers his helmet once more. “Knew you’d taste good.”

You bite your lip and smile softly.

“Take off the rest of your clothes, sweetheart.” He rubs your cloth covered thighs.

You nod and get up for a moment, quickly getting naked. You watch him as he pulls out his cock and strokes it a few times. You almost gasp at the sight of it. It’s a beautiful cock, you think.

Din pats his hips at you, “Come sit.” He hums.

You gulp and nod, climbing back on top of him. You hover for a moment as he lines up against your entrance. Then you sink down onto his hardness.

“Oh, fuck.” You let out a broken moan, lasting until you were fully seated on him.

“You’re so tight.” He’s panting, gripping your thighs as he watches you.

This was probably the most perfectly full you’ve ever felt. No other person or even toy could compare to how this felt right now. He was throbbing inside you as you lifted your hips and then pushed down once more.

His short nails managed to dig into your thighs as you did this, leaving little crescent moon shapes. You bit back a moan, starting a medium pace of thrusting your hips up and down.

He held onto you like you were going to float away if he didn’t. His head was tilted back right now and you could see his beautiful Adam’s apple and the edges of his sharp jaw. Maker, you wanted to kiss it.

You plant your hands on his ribcage, supporting yourself as your body rolled on top of his. You lean down and press your lips to his collarbone and he shivers.

“You okay?” You look up at him.

“Haven’t- fuck… haven’t been touched in so long.” He breathes out.

“Like I said earlier…” you trail off, kissing his neck. “Let me take care of you.”

Din whines as you start to thrust down on him harder, barely nodding in response so his helmet didn’t hit your head with how close you were.

He’s almost shaking now, holding onto you tightly. One hand breaks away from your leg, reaching to the buttons on the wall inside the compartment. He shuts the door and then turns out the light inside.

“Woah, I cannot see anything.” You laugh a little.

“That’s the idea.” He says and you feel his arms reach up, take off his helmet and set it down by his head before grabbing your face and pulling you up to kiss him.

You whimper into his mouth, pussy squeezing around him. You’re both panting into each other’s mouths, tongues swirling and lips teasing each other’s.

“Din, you feel so good.” You whine and kiss him hard.

He kisses back just as enthusiastically, one hand moving down your back to grab your ass. The other hand finding your clit and rubbing it in circles with two fingers.

You groan against him, thrusting faster and rubbing down against him. You feel your thighs start to shake as your second orgasm gets closer.

“Not yet.” He moans into your ear, sucking your earlobe into his mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head as you try to keep from cumming too soon.

“Almost.” He reassures you and kisses your neck, his facial hair making you tingle delightfully.

“Fuck.” You whine into his ear, not knowing how much longer you could go.

His hips start bucking up in time with yours, pushing somehow even deeper into you. “N- now.” He sighs as his cock twitches and he releases inside you.

As he fills you, your body goes into overdrive, second wave washing over you. “Din-!” You gasp, slamming down onto him hard.

He grunts as he fucks up into you, both of you gradually slowing. Once you’re both stopped, you stay on top of him, warming his cock.

“We should’ve done that weeks ago.” You sigh happily.

Din’s chest vibrates as he laughs softly. It’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh without the modulator in his helmet and you could really imagine getting used to it. But you tried not to get too far ahead of yourself.

“We only met a few weeks ago.” He hums.

You kiss him sweetly. “I know.”

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