“Brown Eyes” • The Mandalorian S2E7 & The Bad Batch S2E1

Hi lovely @fisforfulcrum! I’m your secret Santa! I hope you like this gifset about these three beautiful characters. We talked about them plenty, and I realized they have a lot in common, so that is how this idea came to life. Sending you the biggest hug and all the love. 

Made to Hold You

Din Djarin x fem!plus size!reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, overstim, face sitting, helmet comes off, manhandling, slight insecurities, comfort, fluff, porn without plot

Notes: So my brain went into extreme horny mode after those new pics dropped and I was fueled on by thirst chats @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa​ too and wrote this! And I wrote this with a plus size reader but this can be enjoyed by all! Enjoy 😘 @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog too! 

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“Din… Ahh… Fuck… Wait…”

“Shh, it’s alright. I’ve got you, meshla,” Din cooed at you from his position on his knees. 

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Tasting You (DIN DJARIN X READER)

I wrote a little something in correspondence for a wonderful smutty piece that @middimidoris blessed us with. Please ENOY ;)

Din Djarin x GN Reader (18+ ONLY)

WARNINGS: touching, sad feelings, glove kink, roughness, mentions of masturbation, teasing, cum, tasting cum, implied sex, the helmet stays on (mostly)

Din had a hold on your body like no one else you had ever met. He touched you in the most vulnerable ways possible making you cry into the night, but not crying from displeasure, in fact, quite the opposite.

The long journeys between hunts and without his foundling gave him extra time he did not know was possible in his life. He took extra care of you during these times. His fingers would creep over every inch of warm skin and often, he would leave his helmet on (for intended purposes) after the first time he fucked you.

God, he fucked you senseless that day.

As vividly as you remembered, he was sickenly vulnerable after relinquishing the care of Grogu to the Jedi named Luke. You did not know how to console him, comfort him in ways that only a child could. You would attend to his needs or simply leave him be to let him gather his thoughts. For many weeks after he was silent only making small commands to help.

One day a few months later however, something in him snapped. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the way he knew him. You had known him more than a Mandalorian, but simply as a man. You craved his touch, any touch to be honest. Sparks flew between both even with a slight of hand touches even with both of you wearing gloves.

He pressed you up against the ice cold wall of his ship, hand covering your mouth with a glove. It was worn and smelt of beskar and smoke. He touched down to your center but his helmet looked to you cocked.

“Do you want this? Do you want me?” He asked. You nodded frantically. He couldn’t say no even if you had declined. He would have silently cursed you in Mando’a inside his mind but instead dream of fucking you on every surface in the Crest as he spilt his seed in his cot, barely giving two thoughts that it could stain the bed. 

His glove bent inside your waistband to tease you, touching you only in the most intimate ways that few others had the pleasure of doing. His other hand covered your eyes as he quickly pushed up part of his helmet up to kiss warm lips to your neck with his chin, lips and mustache visible.

“Can I trust you not to look mesh’la?” He asked.

“Yes, anything you want just don’t…stop, please…” you whispered as his tongue danced its way over your warm and salty skin. With his now free hand, he slid his other hand inside your pants and removed them fully to push down to your ankles. He rubbed you deliciously against your body with his gloves giving you that extra kick of unknown sensations. Your mouth was agape as your throat could not deliver any sounds as you came hard on his fingers, his helmet looking down at the sticky mess you had made.

His breathing was labored and he could almost cum in his own pants from seeing what you had done.

Was this really his own doing on you, making you cum so hard that it ran down your thighs? His mind was flying as fast as any space ship at this realization. 

“You can open your eyes now,” he said. You followed his instructions and you were greeted to seeing his skin for only a second time at this point; his soft olive skin lined with hair on his jaw, beautiful lips and a fairly trimmed mustache as you so rightfully remembered prior. 

“Look what you did. Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you, cumming so easily on my hand. You want more, don’t you?” He spoke without his modulator. You could feel your cheeks burn with desire and slowly nodded. Watching him take his gloved thumb to his pink tongue made you feel even wetter than before as he tasted your arousal. You swallowed a lump in your throat as he hummed experimentally licking his finger.

“So sweet cyar'ika. Knew you would taste this good the moment I laid eyes on you,” he said, pushing the helmet back to cover his head. He groaned as played with the extra arousal on his fingers before holding them up to your mouth. You licked at your own cum and sighed enjoying your own unique taste.

Before anything else could be said, Din unfastened his flight suit to release his cock, stroking it with whatever left of your sticky residue on his gloves. He moaned at the feeling before his helmet burned back into your eyes.

“Ready for round two?”

guilty pleasure Christmas!din.

Also: THANK YOU SO MUCH for 50 followers. That happened really quickly, thank you guys!

-December 16th

Din and Little Bird

Okay, cue my squealing, because I commissioned the lovely and talented @miranhas-art​ to draw not one but two of my fic pairings. Yesterday I showed you Ezra and Tinker, and today it’s my OG pair, my Mandalorian and Jedi fusion.

I do not know how to express how much I love this. How much I love them. How much I love Mira and her thicc Pedro boys, how she made a man in hard armor soft and yielding and full of yearn.

When she sent me the first draft, I nearly cried.

Mira is such a lovely artist to work with and I can’t thank her enough for letting me see my couples through her beautifully clean and rich style. Thank you, you wonderful human. I hope I get to work with you again. <3 <3 <3

series masterlist || chapter 10 || art by the incomparable @bunnelbie​

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