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hnngh did you see how big pedro pascal's fingers are in his latest instagram post? i'd love to see you explore that concept w/din... love your writing sm by the way, you're the best author on this cite!!!

Gif by the immensely talented @bestintheparsec

He catches you staring at them when he’s piloting the ship. Your eyes are far-away, glazed over, and when he clears his throat you startle.

“Is something wrong?” he asks as he prepares the Crest for the jump. He flicks the different buttons - the greens and reds and blues - sparking color through the crisp shadows of the cockpit. He squeezes the thruster. 

He loves the quiet - the hum of the ship’s machinery - the airy, whistle of space outside the hull. He can’t enjoy it right now. Not with you blatantly watching him with your thighs rubbing together and palpable heat firing off your skin.

You pull your lip white between your teeth, lashes fluttering as you give a suggestive sideways glance. 

Filthy thing. He’d literally fucked you an hour ago.  

“If you want me,” he drawls. “You already have me.”

“Your fingers,” you murmur as you reach out, drawing your touch over his gloves, petting at the warm skin of his wrist.

“What about them?”

You tug the leather off before threading your small hand with his. Something twists in his stomach at the sight of his palm dwarfing yours. 

“They’re so thick,” you purr. “I think - I think you could reach something inside me that I can’t.”

He almost chokes on his own tongue. They’d only had sex a handful of times - a very basic form of it. His armor in place as he turned you over and fucked you raw with his grip bruising your hips.

He swallows - his throat suddenly very dry.

“What do you want me to reach, pretty?”

“There’s a spot,” you reply as you slowly pull at the waistband of your leggings. Din turns his seat to stare, his palm unconsciously rolling over the bulge at his crotch. “A spot that makes you get all wet - makes you numb.”

Din knew something of spots. The women in brothels weren’t shy about telling him where to angle his cock - where to curl his fingers. 

He’s almost ashamed that he hadn’t done his best with you. He was still learning your body - the sweeter, hidden places that made you shudder and drip. 

Din trails his fingertips across your now bare thigh before skating them up the damp fabric of your underwear. 

“You want me to put my fingers inside you, little one?

You smile - it blossoms bright across your face and Din is once again stupefied that you want him. He shoves his hands underneath your ass and drags you forward so you’re balanced perfectly on the edge of your seat. 

He rucks your panties to the side - finds the gleaming, slick crease of your cunt - still blushed and swollen from him pounding it earlier. 

“I’ve been remiss about making you cum,” he mutters - all regret. He nudges one thick finger through your folds. “I haven’t given you enough attention.” And then he slides his finger deep, his cock hardening further as soon as he feels your walls clamp down on him. 

You whimper, your pelvis grinding up into his hand. 

“Desperate girl,” he teases before pushing a second inside - curling them upward as he searches for that spongy piece inside you. 

“Mando,” you cry - the muscles of your thighs shifting - your cunt pulsing hot and slick. You’re soaking his fingers - spreading damp across the leather seat. 

He hooks a third finger inside, twisting his thumb up to rub at your clit. You arch against the seat, before you try and grip his forearm - nails digging into the thick muscle. 

“Too much?” He removes his thumb, but keeps pumping his fingers - enjoying the lewd sounds they make as they move frantically through the channel of your cunt.

“No - no,” you pant. “It’s - fuck - keep going.”

“Keep your hands on the chair then,” he tuts. “Behind your head - grab the back of the it”

There’s sweat beading across your brow, your lips are swollen and bitten-through.  But you do as he says and it just makes you push your tits up, makes you look terribly submissive. You are gorgeous to him - painted in a shower of multi-color hyperspace lights through the panes of transparisteel. 

He can feel your lower muscles spasming as he steadily twists and scissors his fingers. He starts brushing up across the spot you crave - the deepest part of you that starts to make you shake.

“Can you feel that?” he husks. His cock is so fucking erect - shoved up against the rough material of his pants. Maker. “I can feel it coming, darling girl.”

Something high-pitched and desperate sounds from your throat as your whole body goes tight as a stretched wire, your knees immediately lock together, your thighs constricting around his jerking hand. 

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “Shit - you’re getting my hand all wet.”

He feels the intensity of your climax - the squirt of liquid between your legs that burst across his knuckles. You’re pushing at his hand, yanking it off you from over-stimulation as you sob Mando and please.

And then he’s there, hauling your trembling ass off the seat and dragging you to the unforgiving floor. 

“Let’s try for a second,” he demands, tugging at his waistband, fisting himself as he smears the head through your folds. “I want you to cum on my cock this time.”

Imagine... Din using... the Darksaber... in The Book of Boba Fett.................

he’s a child din

Still guts me that the background song when Din is arguing with Bo in the droid bar is the same as when he’s preparing to take off his helmet on Morak

Din + hands (#for science) 

bonus:

Fic: Grenade (100 Follower Prompt Fill)

Fandom:  The Mandalorian Pairing:  Din x gender neutral Reader (no Y/N) Length:  2.9k words Rating:  Teen Summary:  Din seems to think it doesn’t matter if he gets injured. You disagree. 

Warnings:  no smut in this one?  Mild angst.  Mentions an injury & canon-typical violence (no violence in the fic itself), and it’s implied that a character is careless with their safety because they believe they’re expendable.  Reader cries a lot (but some of them are happy tears).  Unbeta’d

[ gif by @pajamasecrets​, original post here ]

Notes: This is a 100 Followers Celebration prompt fill for a follower who wanted to remain anonymous and requested “mild angst where a gn!reader gets mad at Din for taking stupid risks.”  (I did my best, friend, but I just couldn’t not give them a happy ending—sorry, not sorry, ‘cause Din deserves all the good things.) 

This is my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, so please let me know if you notice anything amiss.

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