Emily Blunt As Queen Freya

I just saw a beautiful explanation of the “Din Grogu” name and I thought I’d pass it along!

Essentially, Din is currently sponsoring Grogu as a Mandalorian apprentice. This is because Grogu cannot yet speak the Creed. That being said, the name “Din Grogu” is showing that Grogu is still too young to have spoken the Creed and still under Din’s sponsorship.

Once Grogu can speak and take the Creed, the “Din” will be dropped and he will become “Grogu Djarin,” seeing as he will no longer require Din’s sponsorship. But having Din’s first name there for right now tells others that Grogu is still young and under his father’s sponsorship.

ok first of all i didnt "miss" the red flags i looked them and thought yeah thats sexy

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United We Fall

summary: Din’s unable to control the Darksaber and accidentally hurts you with it, leaving behind a deep scar on your body and his mind.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence, injuries (incl. severe burn), angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.421k

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You turn your head to look at Din with a hint of a smile on your lips. “This isn’t looking too good.”

Din tilts his helmet at you and lifts his blaster. “We’ve seen worse.”

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Din Djarin || trans!reader & m!reader recs

Jango Fett

This is the Way

pairing: din djarin x fem!reader

genre: smut, romance, minors dni

word count: 1.7k

summary: It can be hard to understand Din and his creed, but the two of you try to make it work anyway.

warnings: oral (receiving), piv, creampie, use of a blindfold (helmet is off but the rest is covered), mild choking, slightly possessive!din, mild breeding kink, multiple orgasms, soft!din

a/n: I originally posted this about wanting to write reader moaning 'this is the way' as din comes inside and after seeing the excitement it generated I decided to actually go on and write it. I want to thank @pedropascalsx @redahlia-writes and @batdarkladyvampir for convincing me that this is what the world needed lmaodfvdf

You’re not a Mandalorian, not even in the slightest. So when circumstances force you to partner up with one, you’re not really sure how to behave. You don’t quite understand their beliefs, but as Din explains more and more about it —seeing that he’s passionate— you try your best to understand. It is hard. Especially when your feelings for each other end up being more than just comradery. You’ve never seen his face, nor felt his skin. You’ve only felt the stretch of his cock. 

Still, you don’t mind. This is his belief, his creed. He’s a good man and does his best to understand you, it’s only common sense that you do the same. 

The first time you heard it, you had to suppress your giggle behind your hand. This is the way, he had said to another Mandalorian. the Armorer, Din had told you. Both of them looked at you —what you assumed— judgementally but it was hard to tell with only a visor glaring at you. 

You weren’t sure what made it so humorous to you. Truly, you didn’t. But soon it became a habit of teasing Din about it. Whenever he did anything that put you in inconvenience you would utter the words: This is not the way. Or there were moments he put himself in front of you to shield you from harm —in some terrifying moments he even begged you to leave him behind— then the sentence would come out angrily as a reminder: This is not the way, I won’t leave you. 

Din never remarked on it. He didn’t seem bothered, sometimes he would stiffen but was quick to loosen up when he saw your teasing smile. 

“Di—in”, you whimper, voice breaking. “Don’t stop,” 

You see nothing but darkness. The itchy fabric of Din’s scarf makes the skin around your eyes itch uncontrollably. But it’s hard to care when his tongue is between your folds, licking at your clit enthusiastically. Reaching out, you grab a fistful of his hair and tug him closer. He obliges with a grunt. You feel him drawing your aching clit between his lips and sucking around it. Your thighs tighten around his head. With your hips slightly lifting off of the cot, you attempt to grind against him but stop at the last second. Your mouth is full of unwanted saliva, pleasure, and lust buzzing in your veins like a drug. 

“Do it,” you hear him groan into your sex, his voice thick with lust and a hint of amusement. “Use me. Do whatever you want, I’ll take whatever you give me,” 

“Maker…Din,” A breath mixed with a chuckle falls from your lips. “I don’t even know how to speak anymore,” 

Din hums and kissed your folds as if he would your actual lips. His tongue sneaks between them, his lips moving along them slowly—tenderly. The scruff of his cheeks provides a pleasant tingle as it chafes against the delicate skin of your thighs. You whisper his name like a prayer and start to grind against him. Your eyes roll back, the reverberations of his groans sending another jolt of pleasure throughout your body. 

With the newly found ache, your fingers twitch and you let go of his hair. Your chest stutters as you desperately search for a place to hold on. The tips of your fingers feel numb. 

Then you feel something warm and leathery curl between your fingers, stabilizing your frantic movements. You sigh with the feeling of Din’s fingers interlacing with yours, he pulls you down closer, his tongue drawing quick circles around your clit. Your back arches as you surrender yourself completely to him. Your lower body quivers uncontrollably, your jaw locked with bliss. 

Din draws your orgasm out of you steady and slow, his fingers never part from you— He even helps you when he feels your need to roll your hips against him. When that happens he simply pulls and pushes, forcing the sway of your hips as he moves his mouth up and down your folds. Stars burst beneath your eyelids. Your body jolts and quakes, he never once falters as you soak him, your insides clench. 

His tongue and mouth feel amazing but you ached to be filled. Din slowly peels his fingers away from you, kissing the inside of your thighs one by one as he parts away. Your hips jerk without prompt, feeling slightly alert when his heat disappears, you raise your head. 

“Din?” 

“Don’t worry I’m here,” you hear his low, breathy, chuckle. “Just admiring you,” 

“How about you fuck me instead?” You grin. 

A loud gasp tears from your throat when he notches the fat head of his cock at your entrance and keeps himself still. You can feel his eyes on you, eating you up to the bone. You reach out for his face, you can’t find it first but he leans down, allowing you to caress his cheek. You still wonder what he might look like. 

“Please don’t tease me, Din.” 

You feel him smiling. He nuzzles the inside of your palm, his lips kissing the heel of your hand. 

“Yeah, okay,” 

Din sets a brutal pace right from the get-go. His hands squeeze your hips, he groans as he rams into you again and again. Your mind blacks out. He feels so good inside, your body reaching a new panel of euphoria. Your hand drops away from his cheek, in a blissful state of frenzy, you grab your tits and squeeze them, the pads of your thumbs brushing against your nipples. His cock throbs, his breathing uneven and heavy. He pushes your hands out of the way, his lips and mouth replacing your thumb. The tip of his tongue drags sloppily across your breasts, lavishing them with wet kisses and loud groans.  

“Gonna come,” he grunts with clenched teeth. “Where– Where?” 

“Inside,” 

You don’t know what prompted you to say it; it could’ve been the pleasure fogging your mind, or it could’ve been something entirely else. You don’t know. 

Din comes with your name blossoming on his lips, your chest heaves as he spills into you. You feel nice, warm, and safe. His hips slow into a grinding motion and his teeth sink into the swell of your breast. 

“This is the way.” 

It’s a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. You don’t realize what you’ve moaned aloud until he stills completely, a question blurting from his lips. 

“What?” 

Your heart nearly leaps from your chest, your eyes bugging out underneath the blindfold. You would’ve covered your mouth if your body hadn’t been simmering in pleasure at that very moment. 

“Din, I’m so sorry—” you speak quickly, panic and fear closing up your throat. “I–I swear I didn’t mean it that way. It just…It kinda came out. I wasn’t trying to mock—” 

“You…You, did you just say this is the way?” he’s still breathless from his orgasm. The way his voice drops makes you clench around him, he hisses and pushes deeper. “Fuck—You actually said that while I was coming inside,” 

It’s phrased as a question but it’s not. Another meek sorry falls from your damp lips. You think he’s angry but he’s not, quite the contrary, Din feels a sense of accomplishment. However, he’s confused as to why he feels that way. His cock twitches with interest and he looks down. He takes a sharp inhale when he sees how wet everything is; your pretty pussy glistening and his cock shining, the sheets underneath dark with you and him. 

This is the way, you had said, just as he was fucking you full of himself. This is the way. 

He knows you have trouble understanding, he appreciates you trying anyway. But you saying that when the two of were conjoined both emotionally and physically— It proves to him that you understand it more than he had thought, more than you had thought. 

“Din?” you call out, when his gaze drops he feels a sense of guilt for leaving you hanging. He can see the pinch of your brows peeking above the makeshift blindfold, the corners of your lips quivering with worry. 

Instead of saying anything, Din pulls out and tugs you with him until you’re both outside of the narrow cot. His fingers curl around your throat and his lips touch your ear. 

“I’m not mad,” he says in one breath, the length of his cock movies between your soaked folds. “You have no idea what you just did to me, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore,” 

You moan at his words and your head falls to his shoulder, exposing more of your neck. The trust you put in him —combined with the use of his creed’s saying— makes something inside of him snap. His hand remains on your throat as his arm snakes around your waist, his cock slides into you with ease. 

“You’re full of me,” he states. His fingers twitch above your stomach. “I’m going to fill you up even more,” 

He doesn’t give you a chance to answer. Your world spins as he ruts into you, slick and cum threading down your thighs. He’s a man unhinged, hips moving at an incredible speed and velocity while at the same time holding you up. Your lower back bends at the way he forces you to arch for him. Your fingers brush against the knuckles of the hand that’s around your throat. 

“Say it again,” he growls. “Say it, mesh’la.” 

“This is the way,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut. You feel his whole body shaking, wet noises fill the ship. “This is the way, this is the way, this is the way—!” 

Your back nearly snaps into two as your second orgasm rushes up and down your body. With a whimper, your hands reach back to his head and tug at his hair. Din, in contrast with himself before, kisses your shoulder, tongue gently moving around the skin and tasting you. A second later you realize that he’s pulsing deep inside you, spilling into you for the second time today. 

You sigh heavenly, and his lips move along the slope of your shoulder. 

“This is the way,” he murmurs, voice swelling with emotion. 

“This is the way,” you repeat, still not sure what it was that got him so enamored. It isn’t the first time you’ve said it. 

Din turns you around, your chest flushed against his chest plate, you feel his lips on your right eye first, then your left. Then he moves to your lips, his kiss soft and tender. You smile.  

It isn’t your first time using the saying, and you don’t understand, but you will. 

Eventually. 

Summary: Din always cums inside of you. No exceptions. You never really understood why until now...

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Warnings: Fem!reader, darkish Din?, innocent reader, p0rn with very little plot, ✨breeding kink✨, dom!din 😈 , established relationship, fingering, unprotected piv sex, degradation, no use of y/n

AN: The horny demon has possessed me again👻. but breeding kink is always activated when it comes to dindin tbh. Writing this made me 🌊 whoops🤰🏻

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Din always cums inside you. Always. No exceptions. Even when you would suck his dick he would never finish in your mouth. He would stop and manhandle you onto the nearest surface (sometimes the floor) so he could pump his cum inside you. It was all practice for the day he would finally fuck you with a purpose. To make new life.

When that day came there would be no implant stopping him. Din knew he would fill you over and over until his seed took and then keep fucking you through your pregnancy as your body swelled. Just the thought of breeding you would unleash dark thoughts in his head. It wasn't just the act that got him excited, it ran deeper than that. Though you had only been intimate for a little while, Din knew you were his soulmate. He felt a primal and romantic desire to cement his devotion inside you.

Din had given you an old holopad with the scripture of the Mandalore so you could learn more about his culture. You were fascinated by the section relating to fertility and breeding. It was quite detailed as copulation was central to the survival of the culture and continuation of ones clan. You actually learned a lot about your own anatomy as you were fairly inexperienced before meeting Din. You couldn’t help but shift in your seat as you read some of the descriptions of positions and toys used. You thought it was odd Din never mentioned this part of his culture when it was so important. He had shown you his face. Wasn’t breeding the next step mandated by the creed? You couldn’t help but feel a little rejection, assuming that his silence meant he didn’t want that next step with you.

Of course, you didn't know that after you went to sleep Din would check your reading statistics relishing how you spent the most time reading the breeding section. You didn't know he saw you in the fresher weighing your breasts and caressing your stomach in front of the mirror like you were already carrying his baby. It took everything in his power that day not to rip out that implant and breed you then and there. He was determined to make the first breeding special, but every day his restraint grew weaker. He nearly lost it at the last fuel stop when he saw you kindly braiding a little girl's hair. In his dark thoughts, he knew he had ran out of ways to tell you he loved you. He needed to show it by marking you permanently.

Oblivious to his inner thoughts, you continued to be worried by Din's continued silence. You were too shy to outright ask him why he hadn't fucked a baby in you yet. Instead, you asked him if you should get your implant replaced as it was nearing time. He said yes, which only worsened your insecurities. You left in a huff, going to the nearest healer at the next fuel stop.

"Where were you, ad’ika?” Din demanded as soon as you came back to the Razor Crest. You were an hour late from when he said to meet back.

“I was getting my implant replaced, like you told me to do.” You couldn't help but let some of your annoyance color your tone.

“Your implant..?” It clicked when you held up your bandaged arm. “Oh.”

“Problem is…” You walked past him into the crest. “They didn’t have any replacements so in the mean time you’re going to have to pull out or something…” You said nervously.


“That’s not going to happen.” Din growled lowly. He closed the hatch door stalking over to you. “I only cum inside your little pussy. You think I’m going to stop just because you took out the implant?” He tilted his helmet at you. The hour spent worrying about where you were made him sound angrier than he really was.

“But-" Your eyes widened. “I’ll get pregnant, Din.”

“Yes, cyar’ika.” Din purred feeling blood rush between his legs.

“I’m confused.” You looked up into the black void of his visor. “You told me to get the implant and so I thought you didn’t want to-with me-” You felt your voice climb higher in your distress.

“Silly girl…” Din tugged you into his chest. “I was trying to wait until we found a place to settle down.” He smiled at your look of surprise. He pulled off his helmet, his eyes finding yours.

"Really?" You felt yourself relax a little now that you could see his face. You thought it was sweet that he planned on waiting for the right time.

"Really." He caressed your face gently with his leather covered fingers. "I choose you in all things. I want you to bear my children. But do you want that, mesh'la?"

"I do." You replied in a soft voice.

“Then I guess I’m going to have to breed you a little earlier than I planned…”

You gulped feeling a heavy tug in your lower stomach.

“On the bed, cyar’ika.” He ordered, his voice growing huskier.

“Now?” You asked incredulously.

“Right now.” Din nodded his eyes lit up with excitement and determination. Now that he knew you were vulnerable and wanting, he wasn’t going to waste any time.

“But the implant will be in my system for another few days.”

“You sure about that?” Din smirked.

You shivered slightly feeling yourself grow wet. From either his excitement or your own, you were not sure. You walked to his small bunk and sat on the thin mattress. Your heart was starting to race. You tried to remember the various pieces of advice from the scripture but it was hard when Din was staring at you like he was going to consume you.

“There’s no need to be nervous, my love.” He kneeled before you, tilting your face towards his. “You were made for this.” His smooth voice calmed your nerves.

“I just- I want it to work.” You admitted.

“Kriff.” Din groaned. You were riling him up and you didn’t even know. “It will work. I’ll make it work. You just be your perfect self.” He leaned forward and kissed you softly, loving how you melted against him.

You had always given him your full trust but now it was so much more than that. He had your body entirely. Soon his claim on you would not be purely sentimental. It would be physical. While he knew you loved him, he still felt his cock ache at the thought of further tying you to him forever. Keeping you bred constantly so you'd never leave his side.

“Take my armor off, ad’ika.” Din murmured. You swallowed hard, reaching up with shaking hands and slowly removed his chest plate, his paldrons, piece by piece exposing him to you. It was sacred to touch his armor and even more special to remove it. You handled each piece gently, setting them on the ground in an orderly fashion. As you reached his flight suit you saw he was throbbing under his pants. You could feel the warmth emanating from his cock. You looked up at him through your lashes, waiting for your next instruction. “Take off my clothes now.” You nodded, stripping down his flight suit to his under layers. You pulled his gloves off one by one. Then you pulled his shirt off, smiling as his bare chest was revealed covered in scars you had memorized. Din looked perfectly content. Patient. When you reached his waistband, some of that patience slipped. He stepped out of his pants kicking them to the side. You honed in on his cock bobbing between you two. He had never given you such power before: to be fully clothed while he is bare.

“Now me, please.” You held your arms out for him to remove your shirt.

“You have to do it yourself, ad’ika." Din shook his head. "You have to show me that you give me permission.” You felt your cheeks heat up and some fight rise up in you. You were so used to him taking care of everything. “This is the way.” Din added with a stroke of your cheek.

You were much less coordinated with your own disrobing, pulling off your shirt and pants off almost at the same time, leaving them tangled up on the floor. You unclipped your chest band and shimmied off your panties. The cold air of the ship barely affected you as you were so worked up already. You were already so wet, like your body knew this time was different.

“Eager girl. So eager.” Din whispered to himself finally putting his hands on your naked thighs.

You laid back on the mattress, spreading your legs but Din doesn't touch you yet.

“I need you to ask for it.” He asked, voice tight. Restraint slipping.

“Please fuck me.” You answered automatically.

“No, ad’ika… ask for it.” He repeated.

Your mouth went dry finally understanding what he was implying. “Please breed me.”

At that request, he was on you in a second. He kissed you hard and passionately, his scruff burning your soft skin. His rough tongue filling your mouth. His fingers entering your wet opening without warning. No layers lay between as his body covered yours. You grabbed his cock as it lay near your hip feeling the precum slide through your fist. His appreciable length meant more now than just increased pleasure.

“Were they really out of replacements, ad'ika?” He taunted as he thrust his finger into you “Or were you just so greedy to be bred that you forced my hand.”

“They-“ you gasped into his mouth. “They were.”

“I’ll believe you but your pussy is saying something different.” Din chuckled rubbing your clit now with his other hand. “She doesn’t care if we’re on a nice planet or if the timing is right. She just wants to be bred now.” He pulled your nipple between his lips.

“Din!” You cried feeling your orgasm creep up on you.

“Cum on my fingers, ad'ika. I need this cunt to get nice a wet for me.”

“I’m-Oh Maker!” The wave of your pleasure peaked and then crashed over you, making you twitch below him. You could feel your pussy spasming around his fingers. You heard his grunt of approval. He pulled his fingers back and licked the cum from them. He could swear it tasted sweeter this time. Your vision cleared as he lined himself up with your still fluttering entrance and pressed in. He hissed as your hot walls squeezed his length all the way to the base. The sensation was all the more intoxicating to him because he knew you were unprotected.

“Stars this pussy...“ Din sighed pulling your legs around his waist thrusting harder now. "You were made for this, cyar'ika."

He had spent many nights after you had fallen asleep thinking about how he would breed you but none of those thoughts compared to the real thing. Your pussy was always better than anything he could ever dream of and he was about to make it even better.

“Din.” You moaned breathily beneath him not every sure what you were moaning about. Just how perfect he felt. He laced his hands with yours above your head as he fell into his usual hard rhythm. His determined eyes were trained on where your bodies were joined. The sound of his grunting and growling rolled over you in delicious waves. All you could do was answer them with your own cries. You felt your eyes start to roll back as he found that perfect spot. His noises the only thing keeping you from drowning in the pleasure.

“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with our child“ Din moaned, looking down at you. "You'll look so kriffing beautiful."

You agreed. You felt a surge of affection for the man fucking you. From the beginning all you wanted was to ease his scars, bring him happiness, and now you wanted to give him a family. It was your purpose. You placed a hand on his chest feeling his heart beat through his sweat coated skin. “Please." you whimpered. "I want to give you everything you want.” You kissed him as deeply as you could from this angle.

“Kriffing hell...” Din pinned you down to the bed using one hand to hold your neck down and the other to grab your hip and pull you up against him. Your hands gripped the thin sheet for leverage to help meet his every thrust. You felt weightless under his man handling. Your moans sounded tighter and more high pitched with his hand around your throat.

He had fucked you in this position many times before but it felt different today. He was harsher. Like he was after his own pleasure. Like the love was gone but you knew it was really stronger than ever. It was the deep root of the passion, the fire behind the purpose. You fucking loved it. You loved the sight of him, powerful above you, executing your shared purpose so beautifully.

He was nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back in with every thrust now. His balls slapped against you. The sound of skin hitting skin filled the air. His chest broke out into a light sweat, his thick neck strained as he clenched his jaw. His grunting became louder and lewder. He was trying to mold you to his cock and only his cock. Kissing your cervix every time. You gushed around him knowing he was using you to get himself off. Knowing he was breeding you.

“Good girl cyar'ika, taking your breeding. You like it when I put you in your place?” He panted, squeezing your neck to get your attention. He was looking down at you, his eyes molten.

“Yes!” You cried breathlessly.

“Because you're my little breeding slut?”

“Yes!" You nodded frantically. You didn't even care about the degrading term because you were his breeding slut right now and that was exactly what you wanted. Din shifted his weight forward, his gruff voice right against your ear now.


“No one else will have you, ner cyar’ika. As long as I live. I would kill a hundred men for this pussy. A thousand.” He snarled into your ear. “My” thrust “perfect” thrust “pussy” and then in a choked gasp he growled, “Say it. Tell me who this pussy belongs to.” He squeezed your neck again.

“You- Din! This” you squealed. “I b-belong to you.” You could feel your body react to your admission. Opening up more somehow. Din grazed a spot deep that made you gasp. “Din, I’m gonna-“ he hit it again this time dragging his cock head hard into it. You hadn’t realized you were that close but you were cumming again. Mouth open in a silent scream. Toes curling. Ass clenching as your hips jerked up. It was too much. Din's hands flew to your hips to keep himself inside you. You felt your body melt and reform then melt again. Your pussy was squeezing him like a vice, milking his length.

"Beg me." Din said urgently, holding your face, making you look him in the eye while he kept pounding you. His purposeful rhythm starting to break down in desperation. "Beg for my seed.”

"Please...I want it." You whispered, tightening your legs around his back and digging your nails into his back.

“I’m going to fill you up.” Din promised with his whole soul. “Right against your womb. Where it belongs.”

"Please..." You needed it. You needed it. You were his breeding slut at this moment, cock dumb and willing beneath him. You loved him so much you let him reduce you to your base instinct, your base purpose. Your body was fertile and you were powerless to stop what was about to happen. Fuck, you wouldn’t dream of stopping it.

At your final plea, Din felt his cock twitch and then suddenly his vision went white as his orgasm shot down his spine. His hips snapped forward instinctively causing him to shoot cum deep into you. His mouth fell open in pleasure. “F-fuck…” His back tightened and stance widened making his whole body coordinate to serve only one purpose: to push his cum as deep as possible. You whined, clenching weakly and watching the pleasure you gave him consume him. Watched as everything his body had to offer, his purpose, flowed into you. Spurt after spurt.

Din pulled back, his wet flesh dragging against your hot walls. “Take it all.” He prayed, slamming into you again to the hilt. He was still cumming inside you. His balls, dripping with your combined slick, pressed right against your ass. He ground himself into you trying to deliver every last drop from his aching spent cock. You imagined what his seed must look like right now, pooling at your cervix and spilling into your womb. Taking hold. Joining with you. It was a new level of intimacy that you knew you wouldn't be able to go without ever again.

The white noise in Din's ears faded as he drifted back to reality. He placed his hands on your stomach as if he could feel his cum inside you. He pulled out. Too soon, you thought.

“I don’t want to see a drop spill out, ad’ika.” Din kissed you sweetly, though his tone was far more commanding.

You clenched your sore muscles and tilted your ass up further to keep any of his cum from sliding out, still you felt some leaking out of your pussy.

“It's falling out!” You warned, your voice hoarse.

“We can’t have that.” Din growled using his finger to collect it and shove it back in your still fluttering hole. He kept his finger in like a plug. He fell down next to you keeping a hand on your stomach as if he was already protecting the child that would grow there.

“Thank you for choosing me.” He kissed you slowly. He wanted the first time to be special and it was. You didn’t need a fancy bed or pretty clothes. You just needed him.

“Mmm I think it worked, Din.” You sighed, joining his hand over your stomach.

“Oh my sweet ad’ika” Din smiled at your innocence. “This is just the beginning."

He started moving his finger in and out of you. Just wait until you see the breeding plug and collar he got made just for you...

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Star Wars + Boba Fett

Kairkiyc

The Mandalorian x Reader

Word Count: 5,907 k

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, porn with a little plot, okay it's a lot; overstimulation, multiple orgasm, edging, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, squirting but only if you squint, Mando has big cock syndrome

Based on the “Mommy Milkers Mando” post, I put way too much effort into this and it’s pure filth, read at your own risk, if you guys like it let me know and maybe I’ll turn it into a series lol

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You'd been traveling with Mando for over three months.

During that time, all of which you spent scrubbing the floor of the Razor Crest and fixing the antique back to working conditions, you'd grown accustomed to the presence of both the bounty hunter and the small green creature under his care. When you asked about it all Mando gave you for an explanation was that the "child" was a foundling and that it was under his care. As if that was good enough to answer your question. Before he was walking off to go on another hunt.

Most of the times he took the child with him, and on a few rare occasions, like today, he'd leave it behind with you. Mando said he'd be back in a few hours. But even the little green alien grew restless inside the confines of the cockpit the longer that time went by. Mando was never this late. In fact even when he came close to being late it was usually within minutes of his estimated arrival. But it had been six extra, long and dragged out hours, since he told you he'd be back. You knew it wasn't your place to question him, after all you where only the hired help, and Mando rarely told you much anyway.

Your job was to take care of the child and not interfere with the Mandalorian's job, it was as simple as that. "Maybe I should go look for him," Yet here you where worrying about him as if he needed you to. "Well?" You looked down at the child for some sign of an agreement, casting its massive eyes up at you expectantly. He opened his tiny mouth, yawning in exhaustion, seemingly worn out from keeping up with your constant chatter. You laughed quietly as he blinked tiredly at you, "Come on, little one. Let's get you to bed."

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You where stressing out now. It's not like Mando hadn't gone on long hunts before, this wasn't something new after all, sometimes you'd even gone days without seeing him. But what distinguished this from the other times, was the fact that he'd usually tell you how long I'd take him to come back. You stood up, dusting off your pants to come up with a backup plan if Mando didn't return in the next twenty minutes. But almost as soon as you decided against the idea, figuring Mando could handle himself, the hatch of the ship opened and Mando strode in with the bounty blabbering about a bargain not far behind. "Please I can pay-"

The poor idiot didn't stand a chance, couldn't even finish his sentence before Mando was shoving him in carbonite. He didn't anticipate how long this would take him either, didn't expect the bounty to put up a surprisingly good fight. And despite him being done with the job, bounty frozen in carbonite, his shoulders where tense with something near frustration as you walked towards him. He seemed more wound up than he'd ever been in the short time you knew him, and something about that made you uneasy. "What happened?"

This close, the lights where giving you perfect visibility of his disheveled state. For starters his chest armor along with the shoulder pads where discarded on the floor, as he sat hunched over on one of the crates littered in the ships hull. The arm guards where still connected to his forearms, and the yellow gloves remained attached to each individual finger. But despite this being the most exposed you'd seen Mando, aside from the day you caught a glimpse of one of his wrist, this wasn't what struck out the most.

It was the state of the clothing beneath, which was nearly falling off his chest, like something had somehow melted off the fabric. There was practically more holes than there was fabric, patches of flesh peaking out through the wide openings which left him completely exposed. "Xenoboric acid, the beskar kept it off my skin for the most part." He answered you without you having to ask him first, and then you realized maybe you where ogling him too much, too intently that he took notice and snapped you out of your trance.

"Are you hurt?" He was quiet, like he had to think about it. As if he suddenly remembered that maybe he was hurt. "Not that bad,"  he reached behind him, where his cape usually covered the broad expanse of his shoulders. "It's all mostly on my back, and I can't reach back there." You should have crushed the thought before it grew in your head, spreading like a wildfire that burned on the tip of your tongue until the words came rushing out trying to escape. "Maybe I can help you, if you'd like."

He gave you a nod, sitting upright into what you assumed was a comfortable positing for him. You grabbed the nearby medpac and went around to see how bad the damage was, not sure if he even had a shirt covering him in the first place with how much the acid ate away. "Would you mind if I cut this off? It's only going to get in the way." He handed you his vibroblade in response, and with careful gentle tugs you managed to cut off the remaining fabric.

"Is it bad?" It really wasn't bad. The few minor burns looked mildly irritated, the skin barely flushed in reaction. But your sudden reaction of shock upon seeing how many scars he had could have been mistaken for a "shit this is bad" sign. You cleared your throat, grabbing the bacta spray and slowly covering the blotchy spots on his skin. "Not at all."

Maker his skin was nice. Despite the many scars, and  the lingering bruises from previous hunts, you couldn't help but admire him. The strong muscles of his shoulders, the prominent back dimples, and the constellations of moles and freckles littered on his skin. You wanted to kiss every single one. Map out exactly where they where and trace them every single day so you wouldn't forget them. Your finger squeezed the spray a little too hard, and this seemed to catch Mando off guard because you could practically see the shiver as it ran down his spine.

"Sorry it's just," he paused, unsure if he should admit it to himself that he was enjoying this as much as you where. "It's been so long since I've had human contact." Somehow those where the wrong words to us, or maybe in a way it was the right one. Because it made you run your index finger across one of his scars, slowly trailing it down his spine , and then pausing before moving up to the dip between his shoulder blades. He sighed when your hand came to a stop on his shoulder, bringing his own gloved hand to rest on top of your fingers. "I was so worried you wouldn't come back this time."

He didn't push your hand away, or pull you closer, almost like he was reaching some unknown limit you didn't know about. For you this this wasn't new, by any means, because it was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary. But for Mando? This was too intimate, to close to what the creed said was wrong, and for the first time he wondered why exactly it was so wrong in the first place. Why he should push you away instead of considering that for a moment he shouldn't. "I know."

He wasn't blind, or oblivious to the shy glances you'd given him in the three months you'd spent together. How he'd notice the glint in your eyes when you saw him come back from a hunt. He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't thought of you either. Hadn't suppressed his feeling that had somehow rooted themselves since the moment he met you, Hadn't wished that the fingers currently trailing his skin where replaced with something else.

The grip on your hand tightened, and he didn't bother to notice how his arm was tugging you forward until you'd come around to face him. Slowly, like some sort of forbidden game, he pulled you into his lap, hands feeling for your warmth as they gripped your legs and touched anywhere they could. He wanted this, he wanted you. And it seemed you where both tired of pretending like you didn't.

You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, bitting lightly at the exposed patch of sensitive skin. While he worked on removing your pants, you let the back of one of your hands tease the front of his own and felt thrilled to find him hard and prominent against his zipper. A frustrated sound came from your throat when he began unbuttoning the front of your shirt. "Don't worry about undressing me. Stop wasting time and just fuck me already, I’ve waited long enough."

"Someone sounds eager," Mando replied, bending his knees to grind himself against the slit between your legs. "Were you really waiting for me this long? You could've just told me what you wanted sooner." You gasped at his actions. "I thought I dropped enough hints," you said voice shaking as you let out a sigh, stretching further across his lap when one of Mando's hands snuck inside you shirt to rub and pinch one of your nipples.

You'd  barely just begun, but you where already terribly aroused, face flushed with excitement, the skin at the back of your neck shimmering with a fine layer of sweat. You already told him what he wanted to hear, but this was something different and new to you both, crackling with tension, ripe with desire. You didn't just want him. You needed him, hungered for him in a way that only Mando could satisfy.

There wasn't really a need for him to give shape to the words that you where thinking, but he leaned in close to your ear anyway, whispering his answer through modulated beskar on your skin. "You mean the look you always gave me, like you might die if I didn't give you my cock. Is that it?" He ran his gloved fingers up the front of your panties just to watch the way your face twisted as you fought to withhold a most immodest expression.

"...I couldn't ask you, every time I wanted to bring it up I just couldn't, which just made me want to hold you down in one place, for you to hold me down, to fuck– I don't know." You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned back, presenting yourself to the bounty hunter, tits spilling out of your shirt slick with sweat and flushed pink. "I didn't have anything else to do so it was all I could think about."

"I desperately wanted you and yet I never brought myself to make a move." You flexed your thighs anxiously, unconsciously even, as you waited for Mando to touch you, to do something. Under your hand, he felt so hard that you knew it must have been getting uncomfortable to stay trapped in his clothes. It took Mando a lot of fortitude to keep himself from carelessly tearing the rest of his clothes off himself, the things you said bringing life to something dangerously primal in him.

"Please" you didn't care about sounding needy, rolling your head against your own shoulder, head thrown back, looking up at Mando with lust clouded eyes. "I'm so wet right now, I feel like I might come if you so much as put your hands on me again. You'll take responsibility for this, won't you? It's your fault, after all for making me wait this long."

Mando swallowed, watching your arousal drip down your thighs. To test you, he ran his thumb up your thigh and nearly groaned when you shivered, your body jerking in response. The way you stiffened, it looked like you really where trying to keep yourself from coming. And Mando didn't want you to come before he even gave you what you really wanted, so he immediately went to work on his own pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. "Mando I don't care if it hurts, just please, hurry."

"I do, though," Mando said. He wasn't the type who liked to toot his own horn, but fitting his cock in you would be a physical impossibility without lubrication and the proper preparation. You wouldn't be the only one he would be hurting if he tried to slam the unlubricated girth of it in you all at once. Thankfully, you took him seriously, relaxing on his lap momentarily.

He put his hands on the backs of your knees to get you to stay where you where. With your legs pushed apart, Mando found it easy to slide in his first finger. You made a sound in the back of your throat and your thighs clamped together so suddenly that you might've fallen off his lap had Mando not grabbed you with his other hand. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking your hip.

"I was serious when I said I might come. Don't do more than you have to."

Gently, he nudged your legs apart again and added a second finger, pushing them in slowly to open you up. After he withdrew them, he added a third for good measure. Two may have been enough, but a third never hurt when he knew that his cock would pose a much greater strain on your body.

As he moved his wrist and curled his fingers as much as he could inside your incredible tightness, you reached down and squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock. The buckles on his loosened belt jingled as his shoulders tensed in arousal at the sudden contact. "Please," you muttered, dipping your head low enough to press you forehead against his collarbone.

When Mando removed his fingers, the sigh that you gave sounded like one of relief. Mando moved back for a few seconds to appreciate the sight before him. The position you where in wouldn't require much adjustment. He could just lift you up a little, and it would perfectly line his cock up to your entrance. So he did just that. Grabbing you by your waist, he lifted you up slightly and pulled you back down, lifting your hips upward to provide Mando with a sufficient angle. You sighed in response and wiggled your hips, glancing up at his visor with an irresistibly needy look.

He stopped to remove his gloves, while you continued to watch as Mando took himself in his hand and applied some of the slick arousal between your legs on his fingers like lubricant to his cock. He stroked it, covering himself thoroughly, then pulled his hand away to hold your waist, and readied himself at your entrance. Nudging his cock against your slick entrance, he applied some light pressure and continued to move his hips forward slowly until your body relaxed enough to allow the head to slip inside.

A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as he slowly sunk deeper inside and you kept watching. You didn't quite get a good look at it but you where almost certain Mando wasn't even halfway in, somehow, everything was proportionally bigger all of a sudden. He pulled back, feeling the tight pull of your body around every inch of his cock. Then he pushed back in again, going all the way to the base, when he heard you give a surprised yelp and-

"Did you come already?" Your entire back stiffened, but Mando could feel it, the intense pulsations around his cock, felt the backs of your thighs quivering against his own. You buried your head down, refusing to answer, but when Mando reached down and put his fingers around you clit, there was no mistaking it. "And you're still this wet."

Your nails dug into his shoulders burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. "I told you," you said, sounding muffled. "I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on." That made him wonder, though. Your arousal didn't seem to be waning in the least, so he wondered if he could assume that you wanted more. "Is it alright if I keep going? You feel even tighter than before, but I'm definitely willing to give you more if that's what you want."

"I won't do anything to stop you," you said, loud enough to catch Mando's attention. "Keep going 'til you're satisfied." Now that he had your expressed permission, he wasn't going to hold back. But as Mando told you, your felt even tighter after you came, your muscles all clenching down around him to hold him inside. It took him a few awkward thrusts before you started to loosen up again, to relax around him, but then it was just right.

It felt incredible inside of you. He already got some of your cum on his hand, so he reached down and lightly massaged his slick fingers back and forth around your clit in slow circular motions. You couldn't help the moan that left you and when you pushed back to meet one of his thrusts, Mando felt his cock twitch inside you.

"You're really raring to go," he said, appreciating the bundle of nerves shiver your entrance with firm, smooth strokes of his fingers. You moved in response meeting another one of his thrusts, taking him so deep that your thighs met snugly with Mando's own. Every thrust drew a pleased sigh from you and his breath seemed to hitch whenever he angled his thrusts upward. With how tight you where, it was a bit difficult to angle himself without moving you around too much, but his width seemed to make up for it. It was like every push drove his cock over your sweet spot in the position he held you in his lap.

You had assumed most of the control. Even though Mando was the one holding your waist, you where the one doing most of the work, pressing yourself down against his cock to drive his shallow thrusts deeper. Your pace was slow, pleasurable, but once Mando realized the effect he was having on you, he wanted to see how much you would be able to take.

Mando put both hands on you waist and pressed in hard, eliciting a bright gasp from your parted lips. "There?" he asked, repeating the motion, receiving the same reaction. You panted hard and stretched your arms out to grasp the sides of his thighs. Mando pulled your hips up a little higher, lifting your feet right off the floor so that he could take full control.

"M-more," you gasped, voice breaking. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Please... Mando. Harder. Give me more."

Mando could tell that he was nearing his own limits already, yet it looked far from over for you. After another few well-timed jabs of his cock, he felt your walls squeezing around him again, threatening to draw his orgasm from him as you endured your second. When the pressure surrounding him became almost too much to take, he pulled out. He made sure to keep his hands on your waist to keep you from falling as he shivered through his climax and gently helped you move to the floor so that you could lay more comfortably on your back without any support. As he turned your over, he caught a glimpse of the mess he made on your thighs, his own cum dribbling down obscenely to your entrance and felt his breath catch and his cock respond with interest as well.

When the shaking in your thighs subsided, you took a deep breath and lifted a hand to push the sweat from your forehead. You looked down your body at Mando, cheeks flushed a passionate red, and your eyes slowly traveled down his body; from his helmet, over his heaving chest, down to his cock that still jutted attentively.

You eyed it thoughtfully, then started to impatiently tug at your shirt. Mando chuckled softly, amused by your fruitless struggling, and decided to help you. The shirt was quickly pulled off and discarded into the hull of the crest, along with the rest of your clothes. When that all was removed, you laid back languidly and parted your legs wider for him, lifting your knees up with your hands. Your arousal had finally begun to subside but you stroked your fingers over your own entrance gently, sighing when you touched the too-sensitive spot where Mando had stretched you open. "Go on," you said with a slight tilt of your head.

"You really want more?" Mando asked. His cock begged him to shut up and not question your decision. You curled one of your fingers, beckoning him closer seductively. He couldn't argue with that, his cock hard again in an instant while he dropped down to his knees. Mando returned to his place between your legs and positioned himself, then slowly pushed inside as he sunk down into your embrace.

Mando did a good job of pretending to be relaxed, but he could feel the desperation in your embrace. You clung to him with your arms thrown loosely around his neck, as Mando wrapped his own around your waist, his arm guards digging into your skin. Your legs slid easily around his waist with the way you where laying on your back, and even though it probably wasn't the most comfortable of places for you to lay, it was extremely easy for Mando to thrust into you from there.

The additional lubricant from both of your cum mixed together was exactly what he needed. Perhaps it was the lube, perhaps it was just your body becoming more accommodating – whatever it was, he found it a lot easier to piston his hips, encountering no resistance from within. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, holding him against you in a way that kept his thrusts short. Despite the fact you already came twice, it wasn't too long before you where close again, your breathing having gone ragged long before then. Mando glanced down and had to still himself for a moment, worried that he would come on the spot when he saw the look on your face.

You weren't even trying to hide how good it felt anymore. Your pleasure was on open display; face red all over, eyelids half-closed, your lower lip held between your teeth as you moaned softly whenever Mando grazed that spot inside your with the head of his cock. You must've realized what an irreparable mess you where because you didn't even look away when you noticed Mando looking at you. Any slight touch to his skin made you shiver, so it seemed that he may have already gone beyond his limit, but Mando was curious just how long you intended to keep going.

One thing was for sure, though. Mando wasn't going to be able to last – not when he had you underneath him, looking like you needed his cock more than anything else in the galaxy. "I'm close," he warned, planting his hands on you shoulder, pushing lightly to try and separate you. "Shit, if you don't let go of me, I'm going to come inside of you."

You didn't seem concerned. "Coming inside feels good though, doesn't it?" You took a breath through your nose and your nostrils flared as a devilish grin stretched across your lips. "I know you want to."

With your legs locked around his waist, he didn't have much choice. Mando was definitely strong enough to pry you off if he really tried – if he really wanted to – but his body had other plans. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him down to press your heaving chest against his own, and any noises he made were muffled inside the helmet. You gave a few very nice rolls of your hips that caught Mando off guard and managed to pull his climax from him. He felt your heels pressing into the small of his back to keep him in as far as he could go, felt you quivering under him as he released deep, deep inside of you.

"M-Mando," you whimpered, your body trembling as Mando tried to extract himself from your strong grip. After he was able to push your knees back so he could straighten up, he looked down and noticed an amount of clear fluid pooling in between your legs, a bit of it still dripping down the side of your thighs. "Did you...?" he asked.

You pushed a hand through your hair and looked aside. "N-no... I didn't come, if that's what you're asking. I mean – I don't think this counts, does it?" You asked, running fingers on the damp skin on your legs. "It felt like you were pushing it out of me every time you stuck your dick in me. Look at this." He managed to removed the armor on his forearms, bringing his hands up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "If I'm not mistaken, it looks to me like your body's asking for more."

You looked up at him from under your lowered lids with interest, but still seemed skeptical. "You aren't even hard anymore, how much longer can you keep this up," You knew Mando was somewhat on the older side, and yet somehow you didn't expect this amount of stamina to come from someone like him. "Not a problem. I already got you nice and wet, didn't I?" He could tell that you had something else to say, but your words stopped in your throat when Mando plunged two of his fingers back into your slick hole. "Hm? Were you going to say something?"

One of your hands shot down to squeeze Mando's wrist in an attempt to desperately ward off your orgasm. Your mouth moved as if to form words, only to make soundless little protest, seemingly more concerned about avoiding your climax more than anything else.

"Does it feel that good?" Mando asked, angling his wrist, rubbing his fingers firmly inside of you. You let your head fall back against the floor and whined, but still refused to answer. It was obvious what the answer was anyway. It felt so good that you never wanted it to end. As Mando watched his own cum come dripping from your abused entrance he wondered how much more you could take.

"How about a third?" he asked, slipping his fingers from you for a second to join them with another a second later. Immediately, you constricted around him tightly and cried out, finally using your voice to beg Mando to slow down. He could have, really he should have, but the slick combination of his cum and mixed with your juices made it too easy to slide his fingers in and out of you. "Two fingers aren't enough to satisfy you anymore, are they?" He turned his wrist and when he attempted to spread his three fingers apart, your knees shook, like you might try to run away from the unavoidable pleasure.

Mando put his free hand on your waist to hold you down and pushed his fingers inside roughly, as deeply as he could send them. You tried, really you did try to keep yourself from coming, but it was too much for you to control. This time, your third was a lot less powerful than the others and much less potent with only a small amount of arousal coating Mandos fingers at your entrance.

He slipped his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss, looking... almost disappointed that he would stop now. Yet when Mando reached up and massaged those same fingers around your clit, you jumped like you'd been stung. "Too sensitive now?" he asked, rubbing his thumb around your folds. You clawed at the surface of the floor and turned your head to the side, gasping weakly as he continued to torment him with his firm touch. "Do you want me to stop? Three times seems like enough."

When he removed his hand, your hands shot out to catch his wrist. You looked like you where going through some kind of difficult internal struggle, unsure whether it felt good or if it hurt. If you wanted more, to take anything and everything Mando could give you, or if it was time for you to stop. "Tell me what you want sweetheart." Mando asked again, sliding his palms lightly over your inner thighs, watching you try and remember how to even speak basic.

He placed his fingertips over your entrance and waited. Watching as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and moved to look down at what Mando was doing. You took deep breaths through your nose and your eyes were wide, intent, as if you were in a trance, crazed with the desire for more regardless of whatever the common sense part of your brain told you. Slowly, Mando stroked his fingers over your entrance again while he watched you, equally mesmerized by the way you where reacted to him.

Once he pushed his fingers back inside, your shoulders immediately sank back on the floor, back arched, with a loud cry of pleasure tearing from within you. Mando was impressed that you could make any sound at all. For a while there, he thought you might've even lost your voice.

You squirmed around on his fingers, their thick and long length stretching you differently than his cock did, sometimes taking them deeper, making Mando wonder if you where trying to get more or trying to get away. Eventually, Mando stopped trying to figure out which it was, concluding that it must've been a bit of both. Either way, he was confident that there wouldn't be anything left in you. It was surprising that you already managed to come three times, but now that you had reached this point, he had to keep going. He was too curious to find out what might happen if you came again.

Sometime during the time it took him to pleasure you with his fingers he'd grown hard again. The tip of his cock oozing precum that rolled down in thick beads to the base of his balls. He was completely stiff above you, unmoving while you remained trapped beneath him in your fucked out state. And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he was pushing in, and oh kriff, you hadn't gotten a good look at his cock this whole time. With this new angle it felt huge as he pushed his way in, splitting you again you deep inside you it drove you dizzy.

It burned, it burned as he slid all the way in again, and maker you could feel it when he pressed down on your hips, and it felt so good, felt so full. That you heaved a gasp once Mando was rooted deep in you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Good-" He gasped, voice strained even through the modulator, "So fucking good, sweetheart."

Maker, it nearly hurts with how fucking good it feels. The noise you make is indescribable in its obscenity—desperate and long and seeking. Fuck, this is heaven. This is fucking heaven, laying with your legs open and letting him have you this way. He knows as much about you as you do about him—which is to say, absolutely nothing—but now you both know the taste of each other's pleasure, the intimate knowledge of its gorgeous heat and how right it feels.

"M-Mand... oh, fuck—" Your words are barely discernible through your panting, warped by the heavy sound of your breaths and gasps. "Can—Can we do this, again," His fingers curl against your thighs, and your hips almost feel like they're doing too much, muscles tightening and refusing to loosen and relax. "Maybe not right now but, soon?"

But then you nearly combust when instead of verbally responding, the Mandalorian just sinks two of his thick fingers deep inside your cunt, joining the cock still buried deep inside you. "Oh—f-fuck—"

You can't tell if the short, rough little growl he makes inside the helmet is from the way you instantly tighten around his cock again, but it still rocks down to your core nonetheless. It doesn't matter, because he pulls them out and then pushes them back in again, starts doing that steadily, over and over until you're sweating, hips arching up in presentation and doing everything you could to entice him to hurry the fuck up.

And somehow it works, because suddenly he starts moving faster, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, gasping at the increase in pressure inside you, eyes carefully on your face to any sign that you wanted out. But fuck, your head was drowning in pleasure, as you chased your fourth orgasm. And you began to roll your hips back, forward, meeting his deep thrusts wherever you could feel them.

Something wicked begins to burn in your core, spread threateningly along the muscles in your pelvis. It rises up through your abdomen and sinks down to your knees, wrapping so tightly around them around them you fear the muscles could snap. Your breathing gets shallower, the base of your lungs too cramped by the oncoming storm to fill properly.

"—I-I'm gonna cum," you breathe, everything inside you quickly pulling up fierce and tight, your chest heaving and your grip in his shoulders turning to iron. "—Oh, fuck, I'm g-gonna cum—I-I—" His fingers curl, pressing up hard against something absolutely fucking devastating inside you, and it's all you can do to stifle a sober

It didn't matter just how overwhelming it all was- the overstimulation of your previous orgasms, you needed it. Mando was pounding into you now, and all you could hear was the obscene sounds of where skin met skin, of your moans, of his soft whispered "sweetheart’s" and other reverent praise. You were quickly rolling towards your orgasm, peaking high and you keened, back arching as you finally came the way you wanted, pussy dripping cum as you clenched around Mando, dragging him over the edge with you as you milked his cock.

Things slowly return to you one by one; the angle of his fingers still pressing up tight inside you. The coldness of beskar on the back of your thighs, the solid weight of it crushing down on your body. Your fingers are clamped so tight in his skin, you think they leave deep red marks when you finally loosen them. He slowly pulls out of your swollen heat and holds your thigh open with wet fingers.

You feel flattened. Exhaustion is an incredible inhibitor, so much that you don't realize your eyes are screwed shut when he's pulling away from you. The brightness of the cockpit returns, the air almost feeling fresh in your lungs. You're still trying to calm your breathing when a gentle softness presses against your lips, knuckles dragging against them in a way you can only describe as a makeshift kiss. “You need to rest, then maybe we can work up to five.”