summary:three hundred and sixty eight days—one standard year—that’s all he agrees to. then you’re gone.
word count: ~4.5k+
warnings:canon typical violence and weaponry, mean!mando for now hehe, hand around neck once (no choking), language, x fem!reader
a/n:this takes place post s2, meaning there’s no grogu (and we are ignoring the darksaber), but there will be plenty of ~other things~ to fill that void. the title comes from a painting of the same name by edward hopper. many thanks to @djarinsbeskar for being some extra eyeballs on this one! gif by @djarsdin.
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DAY ZERO
A girl—you’re just a girl. Barely a woman.
You stand beside Karga, tendrils of hair framing your face, and Din sees the haughty strength in your shoulders, the iron viciousness in your stare. He sees you—green and gung-ho and itching for a fight—and he bites his tongue to keep from groaning.
His hands clench to fists at his sides. Fuck, he doesn’t have time for this.
A/N: the topping Din fic is finally here and I hope y’all like it! Shoutout to @pala-din-djarin for giving me the Din’ika idea and allowing me to use it <3
Din wasn’t as experienced as you were in bed, but this wasn’t exactly the first time you ever fucked him. Still, he made it sound like your pussy was driving him insane, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was already desperately trying to hold off his orgasm.
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He said it. I will not apologize for where my mind went with it.
Summary: Din Djarin has kinks that he doesn’t even know he has. He’s leaning into it though. The second the name falls from your mouth, he knows he’s in trouble. Word Count: 9k Chapter Warnings: MINORS ABSOLUTELY DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS. 18+ RATING SO EXPLICIT I SHOULD BE SENT TO HELL FOR EVEN THINKING THIS. this is daddy kink filth and I’m not even sorry. soft dom!din djarin, p in v sex, fingering, creampies and cumplay, praise kinks, lil bit of violence Notes: this came from the darkest depths of my daddy kink loving soul and I- I’m sorry but I’m also not.
The second he stepped into the ship’s cockpit, I was on top of him, riding his lap, really grinding on him and driving him nuts. The Razor Crest was still in park, not even moving yet. I hadn’t given him time to even start the ship before I pounced on him. Normally, he’d scold me for this because he has a job to do first you know but he’d been gone far too long.
It had been almost three weeks since I’d seen him last and he was secretly just as eager as me to get a little indecent. The Kid had been sleeping for the entire day, which meant no distractions. Timing was everything.
The muffled sound of his harsh breathing through the vocoder in his helmet was enough to get me off. His hands roved along my lower back, gloves smoothing down the curve of my ass to grip hard and move me to his liking. He had absolutely no patience today. “Need you now. Right now.” He demanded. His beskar clad body clattered against the pilot’s seat as he plopped down into it.
Din Djarin/F!Reader E 18+ MINORS DNI-Smut drabble, 800 words Warnings: bit of fingerplay/handkink if you squint, cockpit smut, helmet stays on, top!mando, unprotected p in v (recommended in my smut only), creampie, microdosing on feels, but mostly just big strong Mandalorian bending you over a console and going to town.
The first time he takes you from behind in the cockpit.
It’s not as impersonal as you expected it to be. Sex with a near-stranger,one whose face you have never seen - but there’s something about it, about him that you knew meant you were doomed from the start.
He holds the entire length of your body back against him with one hand as he undresses you with the other. You let him, standing on trembling feet while he peels away your layers as if they’re his.
