God I'm So Attracted To This Woman, She's One Of The Only People On My List Who Could Make Me Genuinely

Not really a spoiler, in case anyone wants to skip past this who hasn't seen the latest episode.

If Bo rides the Mythosaur in the next episode I'll be very mad. I'll literally take anyone else. It's nothing against Bo, I do like her as a character, but someone else needs to be the leader of the Mandalorians cause she just keeps causing war crimes and deaths since Clone Wars and a great step in redemption would just be admitting that wanting to rule does not equate to being a good ruler and I wish more people can admit/understand that in show and in the fandom. Giving that to her would be an easy out and doesn't make up for the dumb ways she's approached diplomacy this season or the fact that she refuses to be honest about what she's done and her connection to Mandalore's current state and that needs to come first before she can properly ride the Mythosaur or be the leader their people need but that's just my two cents.

Thoughts on Episode 7

Spoilers below the cut so read at your own transgression.

Am I the only one disappointed by this episode? It was the best of the season, but I still felt like a lot of subplots leading up to it were just thrown away.

Like I still don't get Paz's son subplot. He didn't act like a scared parent until they got the nest but if that had been my kid after a few days I would be burning the whole planet down to get to my kid. And for Paz to choose to sacrifice himself once again orphaning his foundling... either Paz has NO fatherly instincts or this wasn't thought through.

I also keep side eyeing Bo. It's great she's admitted to some of her failings but she should have let Koska spill the beans about her crimes cause so far it seems like almost everyone is in the dark as to what Bo has done in Clone Wars and Rebels and it's giving me a lot of anxiety. I'm glad people want Bo's redemption but the sins she committed aren't the kind you just... forgive overnight no matter how much you love her as a character.

I do applaud them for writing in her third failed attempt at taking back Mandalore by proving her curse exists for taking back the saber on a technicality. But I'm still unsure of how they didn't know the base was there when they put together a whole fleet for just that reason and Bo's home was destroyed by those same TIE fighters. I don't get why she's shocked.

I might be being overly critical thinking about this, but I just didn't like it as much as I had hoped but it's exactly what I had expected and longed for at the beginning of the season. Still excited for next week, but at this point I feel like I'm tapping out of the show if it continues like this next season.

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

why is it that in unrequited love situations its always the person who doesn’t feel the same getting villainized? especially if they were friends with other person beforehand? 

its not their fault someone caught feelings for them. 

they were just living their lives and minding their own business when out of nowhere someone is lamenting about how much their heart yearns for them or whatever and like. dude i am literally just existing how is this my problem

Its not as simple as Din should or should not be Mandalore. It's that there has been absoutely no consistency. Nothing previously set up has been paid off, plot lines are skipped over entierly, the tone of this season is drastically different episode to episode. And characterization is all over the place.

Nothing was explored in a meaningful manner especially things set up in season 2. Season 2 basically didnt happen according to the plot of season 3 beacuse none of what mattered there had consequences here.

Its not we wanted Din to rule blindly.

Its that the journey to get to this point has been extremely poor storytelling and lacks any kind of consistent characterization or thematic focus.

Din doesn't have to rule, but we have had absolutely no exploration of how he feels about that beyond the very end of season 2 and this episode.

If you enjoy the choices made, fine. But I and others are perfectly valid in our disappointment. I don't need a story to do exactly what I want to like it.

But I sure as hell need it to be consistent.

And this is a scattered inconsistent season.

I'm an educator and I'm currently considering a different occupation because I can't afford shit. The most infuriating thing is all of this listed above and then people having the audacity to look you in the eye and thank you for the work you do and how blessed teachers are. Or being told that it's a "thankless profession and people aren't teachers for the pay, they're there for the good of children everywhere." A big ol' Fuck You to everyone who has said that to me with a smile on their faces but still don't think we deserve more than what we get.

Go to bed MJ and wake up a little early to write, you deserve the rest as much as you also deserve a safe space to write!

I want to write but brain too sleepy

Din stans angry that he no longer has the Darksaber is so funny because do you not know the character at all? He never wanted it. The amount of times people project their own wants onto a character and then get mad when they don’t get what they wanted, completely disregarding the actual wants of the character or what would actually make sense. If any of you genuinely thought Din wanted to rule Mand’alor you’re kidding yourselves and you should reevaluate how well you understand his character.

KINKTOBER DAY 5: Fucking Machine -Part 1

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Set between seasons one and two.

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader (from The Mandalorian)

Summary: He did his best to ignore the sounds of moans and groans of sentient species fucking or getting fucked by machines, but they only made him harder. Din subtly tried to rub at his cock while following the droid, but the thing heard him groan and stopped, looming down at him with unreadable eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to pay for my time?”

“Not interested, just show me the room.” If the droid had been a person, he would have felt bad about how gruff his voice was, but the droid only nodded and proceeded to open a small room that was vacant despite many false pussies on display begging to be fucked.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected sex, rough sex, fluff and smut, romantic angst/tension, yearning, unrequited love (or so he thinks), PIV sex, robot brothel, Din tries to get over his feelings for you by recalling a fling he had years ago but it doesn't help, explicit sexual description of Din's one night stand with an OC made up for the story (in case anyone doesn't like reading stuff like that in reader inserts), semi-public sex

Word Count: 5,416

Throughout his lifetime, Din had faced a number of problems. Some came with the territory of being a Mandalorian, some from being a bounty hunter, and others from the consequences of his own actions. His beskar and Creed often attracted problems, his large heart often caused problems, and his stubbornness in his older years often kept him from solving his problems. And you? You were his biggest problem.

He had reluctantly agreed to share a ship with you after the Crest was destroyed and he and Grogu were reunited. The N1 Starfighter was fun, but over time he came to admit that it wasn’t practical. So he stored the small ship on board your much spacier one and opted to use it more for leisure than for work.

At first, Din wasn't sure how switching off jobs was going to work. But it came far more naturally to the both of you than he had expected. When Din was free to bounty hunt, you tagged along and waited his time out on the ship or in the nearby towns. When he wasn't working, he preoccupied himself with fixing up your ship or finding small work nearby while you were out. It brought in the credits a lot faster, and Din could admit that it was nice sharing a space with someone who respected not just his Creed but his silences and space as well.

Din wasn’t sure when he started to find you attractive, but his infatuation was becoming a bigger problem day by day. Din found subtle ways to touch you when moving past you on the ship or at a market regardless of how much space he actually had, and he tried hard not to linger or stare but it was hard. When you were nearby, he was pulled into your gravitational pull and he couldn't look or keep away for long.

It was a problem.

He convinced himself that his attraction was temporary. Space was lonely and with just you and the kid as his companions, it was bound to happen. And just like the stars before you, his feelings too will fade into a distant memory.

He’s such a fucking fool.

Din was far too into his own head to even consider whether or not you were also interested in him. He’s never been good at picking up cues like that, and although he’s no stranger to sex, romance was always a weak spot for him and often led him to make choices that worked against any blossoming feelings he had for a potential partner. So he resorted to what he did best with problems such as these: he withdrew into himself.

Din cut back on the touches, the lingering, and found excuses to be elsewhere on the ship. But the distance he created only made his feelings more intense, and with the ship being yours, he was constantly surrounded by the reminder of your existence.

He knew he had to either leave or scratch the itch he had for you or risk ruining this friendship and partnership. All he had to do was wait for the next planet to find a brothel while you were on one of your jobs and he could satisfy that need, maybe make it a habit every few months or so if needed. To Din, it was a solid plan and the hope of it had him in a better mood.

Luckily for Din, he didn’t have to wait long. One of your jobs led you both to the planet M4-78, one he hadn’t heard of, and one that surprised him he hadn’t. The planet, although some-what populated, was mostly run by droids. 

His knee-jerk reaction when exiting the ship was to take out his blaster, and even with your coos of reassurance, it was hard not acting like a startled loth cat with every droid citizen he encountered. Din knew he had to get laid and get the fuck off that planet. And luckily for him, there was a brothel on that god-forsaken planet and he immediately took off for it once you left and Grogu was down for his nap.

Unluckily for Din, because of the underlining fact that the planet was run by droids, that meant the brothel was run by them as well. 

Din didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked through the metallic doors, but being greeted by a tall droid with a snatched waist, curved hips, and a pussy on full display was not it. Nor the fact that not only was the brothel ran by droids, but the prostitutes available were only droids as well.

If Din ever had a midlife crises, it had to have been in that moment. Here he was, a man known for loathing droids, made to decide on whether it was more dignified to walk out sexually frustrated and risking lashing out at you and others because of the humiliation and lack of release, or giving in to his desires (and dare he say curiosity) and coming out of this better than he had felt in awhile.

That’s how he found himself rejecting the pussy droid’s services but allowing her to lead him to a backroom that was more affordable (and less shameful) for Din so that he could get in and out as fast as he could.

He did his best to ignore the sounds of moans and groans of sentient species fucking or getting fucked by machines, but they only made him harder. Din subtly tried to rub at his cock while following the droid, but the thing heard him groan and stopped, looming down at him with unreadable eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t wish to pay for my services?”

“Not interested, just show me the room.” If the droid had been a person, he would have felt bad about how gruff his voice was. But the droid only nodded and proceeded to open a small room that was vacant despite many false pussies on display begging to be fucked.

Din didn’t budge until the door shut behind him and he moved into the room tentatively, feeling extremely out of place but unable to ignore the need for release. The room was a siren call to his desires and Din decided he could hate himself later for his decision.

A variety of species were carved into the wall to look like the women were bent over and had pushed the back of their thighs, ass, and lower back into a hole for strangers to fuck anonymously. Even Din had to admit he was impressed with the variety.

Wookie, Twi’lek, Zabrak, Chiss, Togruta, human… if the species was sentient, their female sex organs were on display, waiting to be used any way the client wished. And Din’s feet betrayed him by taking him all the way to the human fleshlight, hovering over it and staring it down like a prize worthy of worship.

Of course, the skin was wrong. It wasn’t your shade and it didn’t have the same texture. But eyeing the little fob on the wall next to the sex object, Din knew he just had to swipe his vambrace over it to pay for the time he wanted and make any changes he wished to better suit his needs. Which meant he could make the human rump in front of him look exactly the way he imagined you’d look, and the idea of it made his cock twitch violently and ooze more pre-cum than he knew he was capable of producing. 

Before Din could swap his vambrace, he backtracked hard to the bright orange Twi’lek rump instead which even had lekku sticking out of the wall where the head would be if the pussy was attached to a real person. 

Din gazed down at his temporary ‘companion,’ if he could even call it that. Just as he was impressed with the species available, Din was impressed with how realistic the mount was. The lighting helped fake the idea that the object belonged to a real person, but with his helmet, he was able to pick up on how slightly off the color and texture was of the skin. 

But for a moment, he could pretend. And for a moment, he could try to resist the temptation of you even if he desperately wanted to go back to the human fleshlight and indulge in all of his desires. But the fear of that making his feeling worse rooted him in place behind the Twi’lek pussy.

Din swiped his vambrace and when the screen popped up for preferences, he was quick to turn the Twi’lek from the bright orange it originally was to a vivid teal, ignoring the purple options with a shuddering thought of his romps with Xi’an back in the day, and adjusting his companion further until her lekku had pronounced purples stripes and her thighs were littered with freckles. 

Din took a step back to admire the mounted pussy in front of him, a near-perfect copy of a fling he had had years ago who became one of his favorite go-to memories when space got lonely and he only had his hand to keep him company. 

It had been a bit after his run with Ran and not too long before Grogu came into his life. A pit stop on a tiny planet used as a halfway point for many travelers into the galaxy and out. A planet where people passed through but never stayed for long.

While waiting for his ship to be fueled and fixed, Din had stepped into the town's only cantina with every intention of ordering a drink and making it clear he didn’t want to drink it or be talked to. And it mostly worked. That is until SHE walked in. 

The teal Twi’lek was all legs and curves, a body fit more for a holo actress or exotic dancer than whatever the fuck brought her to that backwater planet. Her teal skin and green eyes glowed whenever they were caught in the rotating lights in the dim cantina, her teeth white and sharp, and her smile wicked in a way that had made Din yearn for the ability to kiss without breaking his Creed. Her breasts, although small, were round in her swoop neck tank and her short skirt paired with the length of her legs left little to the imagination. 

Like many men in the cantina, Din was a moth willingly caught in this woman's flame. And all it took was for her to catch his stare from his shadowed place in a booth, a quirked lip, and a subtle head nod for Din to abandon his seat and follow her into the back alley where she promptly dropped to her knees and snatched his member out of his pants before the door behind them could fully shut.

Din remembered the way the Twi’lek had gazed up at him with those big green eyes, lips tight around his cock, and the way she squeezed her breasts up to cradle his balls as she sucked him off. She had been beautiful in the cantina and was just as beautiful on her knees with her features highlighted by a singular streetlamp pouring in light from just down the way.

Din had stroked her lekku and face reverently. And when she swallowed his cum like a champ, Din had her bent over a crate, ass up, skirt shoved over the roundness of her ass, and legs pressed tightly together to pronounce her fat pussy further just like the mount in front of him looked now. 

Din slipped his fingers down the slit of the fleshlight, admiring how wet it got from his touch, but also unable to not compare it to the real thing he had known so intimately at one point. But that was then and this is now and he had to get back to the ship before you did.

The Mandalorian unclipped his belt and opened his flight suit, allowing his stiff cock to pop out and hit his stomach with a dull ‘thud.’ Din hissed at the feeling the air felt against his member, whimpering at how sensitive and red it was against his belly as it oozed even more pre-cum. He took himself in one hand, the other gliding up the thigh and right ass cheek of the mount in front of him. The pussy was dripping now, and Din forced himself back into the memory of the alleyway and how the Twi'lek's pussy shone in the dim lighting much similarly.

Just like how he had before, Din at first notched his cock at the entrance, but then dragged the head down to rub her clit with it then back up and let it slide through the ass crack as if he were aiming for that hole. He recalled the way the woman froze and moved to correct which hole she wanted him to fuck when he grabbed her arm and lowered his member to slide home into her wet channel, holding her wrist on her lower back and locking it in place.

Din groaned at the feeling of the fleshlight around his cock, surprised at just how real it felt, and grunted at how tight it was gripping him. He couldn't even compare it to any partner he's had, it was the equivalent of what you'd expect a pussy to feel on a porn actress. Something that is so undeniably good that reality may not hold a candle to with the expectations created, but somehow this did. And that both excited him and soured his mood all at once.

Focus.

With the mount lacking arms, Din had to settle his hands on the fake Twi'lek's hips and focused once more on grounding himself within the memory. And it didn't take long for him to snap his hips at the same hard and fast pace he had fucked the Twi'lek with. Din closed his eyes, feeling the weight of his balls slap against the fleshlight's lips, and allowed himself to indulge in the wet heat. In the background of his mind, he remembered the breathy moans his fling let out along with the occasional high-pitched whimper that made his cock twitch and pound even harder until she made the same sounds more frequently until he could tell she was close to coming. 

Holding her hand in place, Din took the other from her hip and slowly dragged his hand up and down her bare skin, the loving gesture a complete duality to the rough fucking he was giving her. In the alley, his fingers found her implant. Din knew he won't find the same implant in the fake pussy, but his fingers still followed the same path they had with the real thing. 

Lost in his thoughts again, Din watched as the teal skin suddenly changed to your color and tone. Din still imagined himself in that alley, but the figure he was fucking and gazing down at was yours. The twi'lek's sounds changed octaves to better suit the ones Din was used to hearing on your ship. Her moans and whimpers faded into the ones he had heard when you had accidentally dropped a tool on your foot or how out of breath you got when you had to jog to keep up with his long strides. 

Din's grip on his fantasy weakened, and when he remembered gazing down at the way the Twi'lek's ass jiggled with every hard thrust, suddenly it was your ass doing the jiggling instead. It was your body clinging to the metal beneath you. Your body that was bent over the crate in an alleyway and taking his cock like you were born for it. Your face and hair that was doused in sweat, not the shiny lekku from recollation that turned to gaze up at him with your cheek pressed to the cold metallic surface of the crate. It was your mischievous smile, not the fling's wicked grin, and wink that reminded him of the implant he had just felt in his memory and had Din cumming harder than he had in his life into the prosthetic pussy, and the sudden jetson of his hot seamen triggered the mount's own just as it had triggered the Twi'lek's orgasm as well, feeling the fake pussy's trapping muscle camp down at him to milk his cock until it relaxed enough to let his cock go.

Catching his breath, Din was shocked at just how hard he still was despite the impact of his orgasm. The evidence of his memory and fantasy overlapping dripped around his penis and down his balls before falling to the floor below where a drain was strategically placed. Din glanced at the monitor and saw he still had 20 minutes remaining of his session and he shook his head hard, his years of discipline kicking in with very little effort. 

Din had taken the woman two more times in the alley, dragging her from the crate to be pushed into the wall where he fucked her from behind, and then propped up on the crate where Din held her legs wide with his elbows as he plowed into her, her breath fogging up his visor, and her trapping muscle locking them together for a minute before letting him go once her body recovered from her own climax.

Din kept his eyes squeezed shut, slamming himself into the fleshlight, doing all that he could to focus on the smallest details within the memory. But that didn't stop the Twi'lek from continuing to turn into you and making the same sounds as you, no matter how hard he kept ripping himself from the fantasy and back into his one-time reality, recounting the way the Twi'lek gripped his cock and her tits bounced and lekku swayed with each rough thrust.

Even after cumming hard into her the third time, Din remembered just how hard he still was, and how she giggled when he ground his hips into hers rather than shaming him for how badly he desired her. Din couldn't remember the specifics of how he got from the cantina and to the hotel where the woman was staying, but he did recall the teasing glances and touches she gave him on the way to the building. The way she would stop abruptly and grind her ass into his crotch as if ensuring he was still hard.

And Din especially remembered the moment when the elevator door shut, how he wrapped his arms around her from behind, shoved her skirt up, ripped her panties clean off of her, and punched his cock into her the moment he had his member free. Din remembered the way he thanked whatever god was out there that they made the Twi'lek as tall as she was for him to do this with so easily.Din had kept his eyes glued to the screen as the elevator shot up to the floor she was staying on, slamming into her over and over again, barely leaving her cunt for long. One hand clutched her right breast, the other covering her mouth, his head pressed against hers to hear the muffled noises she made with every hard thrust he gave her.

Just as her floor approached, Din grunted and shot his fourth load into her and stepped away, allowing the skirt to fall back into place just as the doors opened to reveal a human female and Chiss male waiting for the elevator. Din placed his hand on his fling's lower back and guided her out on shaky legs, not bothering to acknowledge the couple regardless if they picked up on what had happened or not.

Din ground his hips into the fake pussy, remembering the way his hand had dropped from her lower back to squeeze her ass and patted it, encouraging her to lead them to her room. Watching her hips naturally sway had Din mesmerized, and he had become instantly hard again when he saw his seed finally dripping down the inside of her thighs. It had taken everything in Din not to take her right then and there against her hotel door. 

Din was barely able to keep his hands off of her when the door finally opened and shut behind them, his helmet adjusting to the darkness of the hotel room. He recalled it being small, but modest, with a shockingly good view from the wall wide window. In his moment of distraction, the woman had stripped herself of her clothing and shoved Din onto the bed where he happily fell on his behind, ready to just admire the view in front of him for a moment.

The planet, because of its lack of permanent residents, had far less pollution and therefore a much clearer sky. The window reminded him of his view from The Crest, and he allowed himself to fall into the scene that he's had forever etched into his mind of just how stunning the Twi'lek was in that light. But when Din opened his eyes, instead of seeing the woman from his one-night stand, you stood in her place. And he wasn't sure if he was impressed or horrified that his mind could imagine you so vividly, with your nude body shrouded in the shadow of the night but highlighted by stardust. But whether or not Din closed his eyes in the present-day or in his reminiscing, there you stood in all of the beautiful glory he wished to see you in.

A beep chimed from the monitor next to the mount, alerting Din that he had ten minutes remaining of his session. But the warning fell on neglectful ear.

In his mind, Din knew it was the Twi'lek who sauntered over to him naked as the day she was born only to take out his member and mount him without breaking the eye contact she tried to make with his visor in the way. But all he saw was you, and how you would walk with that unique stride of yours, eyebrow cocked the slightest bit amused, and unable to hide that charming grin of yours as you straddled him and slid down on his cock. He knew you'd try to hide the way the stretch from that angle would make you feel, but he'd see it. With you, he saw everything. How could he not?

In the memory of his once reality, Din knew the Twi'lek rode him like she was trying to tame a wild Blurgg. The way she had thrown her head back, eyes screwed shut, breasts pressed against his breastplate, and lakkus jiggled with her enthusiasm never failed to get him hard at the image of it all. But in his fantasy, you stared down at him as you rode him. Not hard, not like you're trying to tame a Blurgg, but passionately consistent that grounded him. That commanded his attention, his devotion, his focus.

The night he had had with the Twi'lek had been intense, sexy, and animalistic. When she rode out her high after riding him, he had spun them around with his cock still rooted in her and drilled her until she came undone again. He took her bent over the bed, pushed up to the window with her breasts against the glass as he took her from behind, and up against the wall. Despite those facts, Din still couldn't stop the image of you from taking her place. And the harder he fought it, the weaker his resolve became. And when Din realized it was futile to fight what his heart, cock, and head wanted; he gave in and welcomed you as his fling's replacement.

He'll deal with the shame and guilt later, consequences be damned.

Where the night with the Twi'lek woman had been intense, sexy, and animalistic; a night with you in that hotel room would have been passionate, sensual, and intimate. Yes, he would have let you ride him if you wanted to, but he would have worshiped you. He would glide his ungloved hands over every inch of your body as if you were a heaven-sent goddess, not one that inspired lustful desires and one-night stands, but one that beckoned him home to a body that was fertile with all that he could ever need. A goddess that needed to be reminded that it was HER altar he knelt at and prayed to and willingly sacrificed to.

A beep chimed, letting him know he had five minutes remaining but he was too far lost to care. 

Yes, he would have flipped you over as well onto the bed, but instead of the quick way he had drilled his hips into the Twi'lek, he would've snapped his hips in a slow but deep rhythm that would both have you begging for more but also struggling with the intensity of every stroke. He would have hitched your legs over his hips with one hand, the other bent over you with his head close to your face so that he could gaze into your eyes.

Din's hips stuttered into the prosthetic pussy when he realized that, in his fantasy, he was not only naked but also helmetless. And the idea of it didn't bother him as much as he thought it would. He had never taken his helmet off in front of anyone since he swore The Creed, but if he ever considered the possibility with anyone (other than Grogu), it would be you. Din knew that should scare him, but instead it just caused a deep ache. One that he tried to ignore through the feeling of the prosthetic pussy pulsing around his cock. 

He allowed his fantasy to act out the way he would kiss you deeply, and drag his tongue over every inch of your body as he ground his hips into yours. He allowed himself to imagine the way he'd suck hickies onto your neck and leave bite marks in places for you to find days later. Marks that he'd then darken once more on The Crest when you had hours to kill in hyperspace and Grogu was napping. He imagined your skin being salty from sweat and tangy in a way that flesh just is, but the taste would be uniquely yours. And Din knew once he had a taste, he wouldn't be able to stop devouring you any chance he got.

Din imagined the way he'd wrap himself around you until the both of you weren't sure where you began and he ended. When he fucked you from behind, it was with his whole naked body laying on top of yours, his knees spreading your thighs for him to fuck you in the same, hard rhythm while holding his face against your cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you drooled and took what he gave you. 

Because, unlike the Twi'lek, you didn't have legs for days. No, your legs were shapely from the work you did, arms toned where it counted. Your waist may not have been tight or breasts small and perky, but you were soft in ways that Din wasn't able to indulge in. Soft in a way that had him imagining coming home to a hearty meal and a woman who loved him unconditionally for who he was, even when his own body will eventually soften with age. The Twi'lek was chiseled in ways the gods would envy, but you were sculpted by the hands of the muses who the gods would praise.

Yes, he would have pushed you against the glass for the world to see, but instead of your breasts, they would see your bare back so he could fuck up into you and gaze into your eyes with the galaxy highlighting your figure in a beautiful blue silhouette. Two celestial bodies in one. And when he was done with you, your body was slick with how many times he made you cum, skin riddled with evidence of his kisses, his own seed dripping out of you... he would remain inside your body as he curled around you in a protective embrace, arms tightly around you, and allow his breathing to match yours.

Din's mind finally wandered from his fantasy and back to the memory where, after he fucked the Twi'leck on every surface of that hotel room, he had allowed himself to lay on the bed with her draped over him and his cock wedged inside of her. He remembered how he waited until she was sound asleep for him to roll her over gently and carefully slip out of her, watching her closely so as to not wake her and sighed when she flinched but didn't wake up from the lack of weight within her pussy. 

Din, like the shadow he is, had adjusted himself and slipped off into the night. He had gone back to his ship, paid his fees, and took off never to return to that planet again. There had been times he had hoped to run into the woman again, but he never did and it was for the best. But times like these made him wonder if maybe he should try to find her if you couldn't feel the same for him, but that had been years ago and she most likely had settled down by now.

Din spilled into the prosthetic pussy with one last sigh and, after a moment, allowed himself to slip from its warmth just as the timer beeped. Din watched his seed spill out of the pussy and drip down to the floor, his fingers ached to push it back in, but the cleaning cycle of the fleshlight had started to douce the inside, and soon his seed was replaced with cleaning fluids for the next customer.  

The Mandalorian sighed and resisted the urge to lift his helmet enough to rub at his eyes and the bridge of his nose. Instead, he tucked himself back into his pants and looked himself over to ensure he wasn't bringing back any evidence of his transaction home to you. His heart fluttered in excitement at the thought of being in space with just you and the kid again, but he had to admit the whole transaction left him feeling empty and lonely. If not even his memory could help him get through this, Din wasn't sure what could.

Leaving the prosthetic pussies behind, Din walked through the door and made his way down the first hallway of many to find his way out when a noise had him stop in his tracks.

The brothel earlier had been filled with faint moans, groans, and wet slaps coming from the private rooms he had passed when he first arrived. But a single moan caught his attention and Din went as still as he normally did on his hunts and listened. And he didn't have to wait long before he heard the same breathy moan again and realized the sound he recognized as your own. Were you there as well? Din's heart raced, torn on leaving you to what you came to do and pretending he had never been there to witness such a beautiful sound, or tracking down your sounds and listening in on just who you were imagining was fucking you the way he had done himself. 

The latter won over, Din's feet moved on their own before he could make up his own mind on what to do and they led him down two halls until he was right outside the door where your breathy sounds and soft moans were the most prominent. He amplified the sound on his helmet, heart hammering in his chest when he realized that the sounds really were yours. He couldn't tell just what kind of treatment you had paid for by sound alone, but his cock was hard and demanding to know what was fucking the girl of his dreams when he was right here with a perfectly good cock of his own. But he couldn't intrude, not when he didn't know what you were there for or who you wanted to be with.

But just as Din swallowed his pride and turned to leave, there was a hitch in your breath that had him freeze in his tracks, and another that made him turn around with every intent of finding a way in. You had moaned his name.

"Din."  

PART 2: Coming soon

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I have no idea why this fic took me as long as it did, but it kicked my ass regardless of this being the first story I was inspired to write for Kinktober 2022. I was genuinely shocked to not find any fics on robot brothels or sex machines with how horny this fandom is, and I had to change that. I think it's so cool we have worlds where we can fuck sentient alien species and we have robots who can sass us in beeps but we haven't written about robot pussies and dicks?? God has abandoned me and I'm okay with it if it means getting more potential fics like this so ENJOY.

I also didn't edit the end, so I'll be fixing the mistakes in the next day or two. In case anyone was like "damn bitch you write like this?" Nah it's 5 A.M and I have lost all control over my life so you're welcome.

Stumbles out of google docs with newfound daddy issues

Stumbles out of google docs covered in blood

I'm actually one of those people and only found out about 2 years ago. But I was told it's flipped, the majority of people have one but a small population doesn't. I think in pictures, sounds, and more visually than others do rather than hearing my own thoughts played in real-time.