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Bare It All

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

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Author’s note: Inspired by yet another beautiful piece of art by @immarocketman I owe you my life at this point dog 😭

Summary: Face reveal bitch!!!

Word count: 600

Warnings: face reveal, Din being insecure, kissing, use of Mando’a phrases (Cyar’ika = sweetheart, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum = I love you), fluff, no use of y/n

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You’re sitting in the cockpit of the Razor Crest, face to face with Din, the blue swirls of hyperspace illuminating Din’s helmet. He’s about to do something big. He decided that since he’s an apostate he might as well show you his face. But this is a big deal. Not many people have seen this face since he took the Creed. The amount of trust, love, devotion, and respect that went into this decision warms your heart. And it’s in this moment that you know you two are bound for life. 

His gloved hands are shaking as he moves them to the edge of his helmet. You rest your hand on his thigh and say, “You know you don’t have to do this, right? I’ll always love you regardless of whether you decide to take off your helmet or not.”

“I know, cyar’ika. I want to do this.”

“Only if you’re sure.”

“I am. I’ve never been so sure.”

You give him a soft smile and squeeze his thigh before removing your hand, letting him continue. He lifts his helmet off his head, setting it in his lap. His eyes are closed at first, as if he’s scared of your reaction. But for you, you don’t even know what to look at first. Your eyes are rapidly scanning his face, trying to memorize every single detail for fear that you may not see this sight again for a long time. 

You never thought he’d be ugly but you didn’t think he’d be… perfect either. His hair is dark brown and curly, slightly matted down from the helmet, in a cute way, though. His nose is strong and a mustache is perched underneath it. The facial hair on his chin and across his cheeks, slightly graying, is patchy, a small almost heart-shaped patch on each side. It looks like the perfect spot to press a tender kiss. But really you want to kiss his entire face, map it out, and memorize it with your lips. 

You didn’t realize as you were taking in his beauty that you were completely silent because he says, “Cyar’ika?” with his eyes still closed. 

His voice is shaking a bit. He’s so nervous and unsure of himself that it breaks your heart. How could someone so strong and confident wearing the Beskar be so timid and insecure as soon as the helmet comes off?

You rise from your seat and brush your thumb across his cheek. It’s then when he opens his eyes and you just didn’t think your heart could break anymore. His eyes are brown and full of warmth but also worry. Tears are pooling at his waterline, threatening to spill over. 

“Say something,” he says. 

“I don’t know what to say. You’re just perfect.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do. You’re so pretty, beautiful even.”

He closes his eyes again and that’s when a single tear rolls down his cheek. You swipe it away with your thumb and lean forward, grabbing his chin and angling his face up towards yours. You kiss the small patch in his beard and whisper in his ear, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

You know it means more to him in Mando’a than it would in Basic. You feel his body finally relax and he lets out a sigh of relief. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he repeats. 

And with that, you finally kiss him, a real kiss on the lips; something you’ve dreamed about doing for so long. 

“I wanted to do that for a long time,” he admits. 

So you kiss him, again and again. If that’s all he wants tonight, then that’s what he gets. Not that you’re complaining.

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Possible smut request - din making his partner squirt for the first time and just becoming absolutely insatiable and wanting to do it over and over again?

Living “Waters” of Mandalore

(lmao hope y’all like the title)

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Summary: You and Din are in an established relationship. You’re with Din on Mandalore about to help him scope out the Mines of Mandalore when you guys get a little sidetracked…

Word count: 750

Warnings: fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, porn with little to no plot lol, slight canon divergence

You’re on Mandalore with Din, preparing to scope out the Mines of Mandalore so he can redeem himself. He left Grogu with Greef Karga back on Nevarro in case the trip proved to be too dangerous. You had followed him here on your own ship, breaching the thick and stormy atmosphere before landing next to his Starfighter.

You step out of your ship to meet him, ready to make the potentially treacherous journey down to the Mines. You’re sure he’s absolutely anxious about this too. Ever since he became in apostate he was completely transfixed on redeeming himself.

You meet him beside the Starfighter and as you’re about to ask him if he’s ready to go, he places a hand on your waist that starts to slide down to the waistband of your pants.

Oh so that’s what he’s really thinking about right now.

“Din?” you ask.

“We never have a moment to ourselves to do this. cyar’ika. The kid’s always around…” he rasps in a low tone against your ear.

All you can do is let out a breathy moan as he slips his hand down your pants and cups your warm sex.

“Here?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Let’s go to your ship,” he whispers.

You lead him back to your ship, a gauntlet Starfighter, similar to the kind Bo-Katan has. It was definitely roomier than Din’s Starfighter, which made you miss the Razor Crest for moments like this.

You enter the ship and he wastes no time getting down to business, pressing you against the control panel in the cockpit. He slips a gloved hand down your pants and rubs circles around your clit while he moans against your ear, “I’ve needed this so bad, mesh’la.”

You moan in response and spread your legs a little, giving him access to slip a finger inside your sex that's rapidly getting wet. He makes a "come here" motion, pressing against your walls deliciously. He slips another finger inside while his thumb finds your clit again. The combination of him rubbing your clit and pressing against your g-spot has you close to the edge.

"Din, I'm so close," you moan.

"Cum for me, mesh'la. Let me feel it," he responds.

He applies more pressure on your clit and pumps his fingers in and out of faster until you're cumming around his hand, coating his glove with your juices. You feel yourself convulsing around his fingers. He pulls out of you for a moment so he can slip your pants down. And in one swift motion he pulls his cock out, coats it with your wetness on his hand, and thrusts into you without warning.

"Din!" you choke out, tears springing to your eyes.

"You're okay, cyar'ika. I know you can take it."

As he continues thrusting in and out of you, you adjust to his size and get more comfortable. He grabs one of your thighs, lifting it slightly. His hand returns to your clit once more and you know you're not going to last much longer like this. His circles around your clit speed up and his hips slam against yours as he practically hits your cervix. Your vision gets hazy from pleasure as the tingling, warm sensation in core grows stronger. Your orgasm washes over you but this time it feels... different, wetter. You look down between your legs and see that the control panel is glistening. Din notices you looking and looks down, too.

"Did you just squirt?" he asks, awe evident in his voice.

"I think so," you breathe out shakily.

And with that, he thrusts in you once more, as deep as he can go. He releases his warm load inside you and pulls out, still holding you up on the control panel.

"Kriff, what am I gonna do?? The control panel is soaked!"

Din is quiet for a moment before he says, "Do that again."

"What? I can't have to see if this needs to be fixed!"

"Cyar'ika I will fix whatever you need me to as long as you squirt again for me."

"Really?"

"Mhmm. And this time I want to see it," he says, crouching down between your legs and sliding another finger inside you again.

You lean back against the control panel and relax, letting him do his thing. You know that he's found his new obsession and he's going to make you squirt over and over again.

End note: Hope ya'll liked that! I cranked this one out so fast lmao

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8. “i can’t sleep without you here” with Din? 🥹💜

Hi Jana!!!!

“i can’t sleep without you here”

warnings: angst to fluff, makeup sex/oral sex

You and Din are currently fighting, your first fight since moving into the new house on Nevarro. It was over something so small, so domestic like making sure the dishes in the sink are clean. But it spiraled into a bigger fight, one where you both said things you didn’t mean. And now you’re sleeping on the couch, facing the back of the couch, your head tucked in and hiding away from the world, away from Din.

But just as you’re about to drift off to sleep, you feel a presence behind you, tiptoeing in the dark.

“Cyar’ika?” Din softly whispers.

“What?” you grumpily whisper back.

“Please, I can’t sleep without you here.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you picked a fight.”

“Cyar’ika, please,” he says, kneeling on the floor and resting his forehead against your back. His voice sounds truly desperate.

You roll over, ready to scold him some more. But then you get a glimpse of his eyes, wide and pleading under the soft moonlight coming in through the window. The sight tugs at your heart and you know deep down you can’t stay mad at him much longer.

His eyes search your face, desperate for any turn of affection before you sigh and say, “Fine. But you better make it up to me.”

His face lights up and he can’t drag you to the bedroom fast enough. And Maker he makes it up to you alright. To put it bluntly, neither of you spend the night actually sleeping. Instead Din’s buried between your thighs, his tongue swirling against your cunt and his nose rubbing against your clit. In no time he has you screaming, writhing against the sheets and your back arching up off the bed. Din can’t get enough of you like this; your scent, your taste, your sounds.

It’s moments like these you’re grateful that you don’t have any neighbors.

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guys. GUYS. GUYSSSS. i was SHAKING when i watched this. holy fucking shit holy fucking shit balls. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

spoilers below

i don't know how i feel about this... on one hand, i want Epsilon to stay dead because I think that makes s13 way more meaningful. to be fair, I don't know if he is or not and I'm just assuming. I also don't want all of s14-s17 to be non canon. As much as those seasons are contested, i hope they aren't just 'simulations' in his brain...

it would make me really sad to erase the "why we're here" moment and donut's whole character arc where he gains respect!!

ON THE OTHER HAND, however, I AM SO EXCITED TO SEE WHAT THIS FUCKING IS. LIKE. WHAT THE HELL. BURNIE IS WRITING AGIAN...

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Wake Up (Arc Trooper Jesse x Medic Reader)

Warning: Set during Order 66 (TCW season 7) Pairing: (Jesse/Fem reader) Pronouns: She/Her Description: Love can be the most powerful thing in the universe …. and the most devastating. At kar'taylir darasuum cuyir at kadala Words: 2.3k

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dawn

pairing: Rex x Fem!Reader summary: you live for the mornings that you get to keep Rex all to yourself. Wordcount: 2.1K warnings: domestic bliss, fluff. Implied smut (grinding, implied oral (fem receiving) . minors DNI. Square: Rex @clonexreaderbingo

Coruscant is not known for its sunrises. So when your eyes slowly blink open to a lilac and gold sky it surprises you. The first rays of morning light filter through your window and warm your skin. The sky is a perfect gradient, purple fading to pink fading to gold, outlining the Jedi temple that sits across from your sleepy little apartment.

The planet is still, for once. In a few moments the sky will fill with the morning rush of speeders. Senators and their aides rushing to offices, meetings, or preparing for the next gala they’ll be hosting. You won't have to join them, for once.

Which means you get to enjoy the view while it lasts. You snuggle deeper into the warm duvet, scooting back just enough till you’re pressed flush against the chest of your boyfriend.

He stirs slightly, his heavy arm draping loosely around your waist. He radiates warmth, and you can’t help but snuggle impossibly closer to him, melding your body to his. It’s a rarity for Rex to sleep in past dawn, even when he’s on leave, so you are going to soak in every second you can. You bask in the glow of daybreak, Rex’s steady breathing nearly enough to lull you back to sleep.

Your mind drifts and you quickly find yourself yearning to spend every morning like this. You and Rex talk about the future often. Pretty plans whispered every night between sleepy kisses, fighting to stay awake as Rex tells you about all the animals you’ll own at your cottage, and how he’ll have to stop you from rescuing every loth cat you meet once the war is over. Then, just as you become so full of hope, reality sinks its greedy little talons into your daydreams. The war is unpredictable, you both know that. Even if the war ends, no one knows what will happen to the clones who fought in it.

Your worries are muted when you feel Rex shift behind you again, bringing you back to the golden glow of daylight that pushes the shadow of worry from your mind. A small smile grows on your lips as you carefully turn to face him. His face is smooth, free from the stress that usually creases his brow. He looks peaceful. His jaw has a dark shadow of stubble that he hasn’t shaved yet, and it pricks at the pad of your thumb as you drag it along his jawline. The thing that really catches your eyes, though, are the freckles that dot his face like constellations.  

You figure that if he’s waking, you should get his caf. Most people think that Wolffe or Fox are bad without their caf in the morning. Those people have not met Rex. He’s never cranky with you, of course, but one time Fives hid the caf machine and he had never run so fast in his life.

You press a careful kiss to his cheek, wrapping your hand around his wrist and slowly lifting his arm so you can slip out of bed. You scoop up the first item of clothing you find, a civvie shirt you had bought him, and slip it over your head. You quietly make your way to the bedroom door, shushing it when it opens too loudly.

Once you reach the kitchen you grab his mug from the cabinet. It’s 501st blue with jaig eyes and the words “Best ori’vod in the universe” neatly painted onto it. Rex had told you that some cadets had stolen the cup from the mess hall and made it for him the last time he was on Kamino. He also told you that Cody was jealous of it, but would never admit it. You set the mug under the caf machine and lean against the counter.

When Rex had first started staying overnight at your apartment he was always so stiff and awkward, afraid of taking up too much space or being in the way. It took time and a lot of reassurance for him to realize that you enjoyed having him stay with you. When he moved his few possessions into your apartment, you scraped together the credits to get him his own places to store them. To you, it was just a small gesture to help him realize that it was his home too. To Rex it meant so much more. He was used to sharing practically everything with his brothers, which didn't bother him, but owning items that were strictly his – and having the space to store them – meant the world to him.

The caf machine beeps and pulls you from your thoughts. The rich scent of caf meets your nose as you carefully pick up the mug. Rex used to turn his nose up at the thought of flavored caf, claiming he could never drink something so sweet. Until one morning when you made him a dark chocolate mocha; now it’s one of the things he looks forward to every shore leave.

You cup the mug in your hands and carefully make your way back to the bedroom. You lift your gaze from the mug to find Rex sitting up in bed, his back turned towards you as he looks out at the sunrise. He’s silhouetted by golden light, drawing your eyes to the freckles that are speckled across his shoulders. You’re able to make out the definition of the muscles in his back, as well as the deep scars he came home with after Kadavo. Even though that was a long time ago now, it still sends a pang through your heart.

He turns to look at you and it takes your breath away. You’re not sure if it's the gold light encompassing him or the fact that he’s well rested, but he’s glowing. He looks fucking ethereal, even with the sleepy pout on his face and the imprint of the pillow on his cheek.

“Good morning!” You greet in a sing-songy tone, grinning when he replies with a tired grunt. You set his mug on the bedside table and tsk, parting your lips to scold him for his grumpiness when his arms encircle your waist and pull you back into bed. 

You giggle quietly as you straddle his hips, draping your arms loosely over his shoulders as his slightly chapped lips meet yours in a lazy kiss. When he pulls away to pick up his mug, you notice the smudges of plum colored lipstick along his lips, cheek, and jaw. As his eyes dip lower, you also notice marks you had left behind on his neck and chest last night. Your eyes flick up to meet his again as he takes a sip of his caf, and his dark eyes have a glimmer of hunger and warm admiration that has butterflies erupting in your stomach and warmth traveling down to your core.

He sets the mug down and you hum thoughtfully, tilting your head slightly as you drag your thumb across his bottom lip in a feigned attempt to wipe off the smudged lipstick. His eyes narrow slightly at you when your smile turns into a shit-eating grin.

“This lipstick is your color…” You muse. “You should wear it more often.”

Rex gives you one of his famous eye rolls and tries to playfully push you away, muttering something about you being a pain in his ass. You don’t budge, though, giggling as you caress his face in your hands and pepper kisses all across it. His body relaxes under your adoration and he leans back against the headboard. His hands find your waist, but slowly travel down to your hips when your kisses find his neck.

You start pressing gentle, apologetic, kisses to the love bites you left last night, but the way he tilts his head to give you more space and inhales slowly causes a fog to cloud your mind. You nip a new mark into his neck, soothing it with your tongue as you feel his chest vibrate with a hum. His hips buck underneath you just slightly, not so subtly hinting at what he wants.

“So needy,” he rasps as you move to a new spot on his neck, his hands slipping further down to grip your ass. You internally roll your eyes, knowing that he is the needy one. Regardless, his grip on your ass, as well as the huskiness of his voice, sends a jolt down your spine. You give an experimental roll of your hips and his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, pulling you down on his hardening cock. He guides your movements, encouraging you to grind down on him. The friction from your panties on your clit causes you to whimper into his neck before  you bring your lips to meet his.  It’s desperate, teeth clacking and noses bumping as you continue to grind against him. He bucks his hips up into yours again, causing you to gasp and giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You taste the smooth richness of the mocha he’s long forgotten about as you intentionally slow the movement of your hips.

You start to break the kiss but his lips chase yours, pressing fervent pecks to them and trailing more across your jaw and your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access, your fingers raking through his buzzed hair while slowing your hips even more to an unbearable, barely there pace.

“Your caf’s gonna go cold,” you whisper, a smile playing on your lips.

“Kriff the caf,” he mutters quickly before flipping the two of you, pinning you underneath him as his lips crash into yours. He wedges his hips between your thighs as he nips at your bottom lip.

“Who’s the needy one, again?” You question breathlessly when he breaks the kiss, a laugh starting to escape your lips. You wiggle your hips underneath his, desperate for the friction you had earlier, when his lust blown eyes snap up to yours, pinning you in place.

You rock your hips again, hoping to distract him from your quip, but his hands quickly pin them down.

 “I’m starting to get tired of that mouth, cyar’ika,” he growls.

You’re about to tell him that he should do something about it when his calloused hands slip under the hem of his shirt you’re wearing. Goosebumps erupt on your skin as he slowly drags his hands up your body, leaning down to nip at the shell of your ear. 

“What happened to my sweet girl? Don’t you want me to make you feel good?”

Your resolve crumbles quickly as a “Please!” escapes you, faster than you would like.

He hums contemplatively, trailing his lips to your neck. Your head tilts almost instinctively at this point, hoping to entice him to give you what you want even further by wiggling your now free hips again. He smiles against your skin as his fingers dig into your sides. Realization washes over you seconds too late.  You part your lips to protest, but it’s cut off by your laughter as he begins tickling you.

Your body arches into his as you writhe and squirm in an attempt to escape, your lungs burning for air as you grip his wrists and try to pull his hands away, but it’s no use. His laugh joins yours, filling the small bedroom as you desperately try to stop the playful assault. He relents, eventually, and you glare up at him while trying to catch your breath.

His face, which is usually so stoic, is plastered with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, one that distinctly belonged to him. The room fills with his laugh, which you’re absolutely addicted to, and your glare turns into a smile.

You want to be annoyed with him, but how could you be when he’s so fucking beautiful? He kisses you lazily, his arms caging you in on either side of your head.

 “Looked so pissed at me, cyare,” he hums against your lips.

“I am pissed!” You lie. He gives you a doubtful look before kissing the corner of your mouth. 

“I’ll make it up to you,” he hums, nipping quickly at your neck before gripping the hem of your shirt and giving it a small tug. You sit up and help him take the shirt off, which is quickly discarded somewhere in the room. His body presses you back into the mattress, golden skin as warm as a sun kissed afternoon, his lips finding your neck again. Slowly, he starts to dot kisses down the valley of your breasts.

“I’m pretty mad, it might take a lot to make it up to me,” you breathe, a laugh which turns into a gasp when he playfully nips at your skin. Your nails scratch at his scalp slightly which causes a deep hum to vibrate in his chest.

“We got all morning,” he mumbles lowly, “I intend to use every second of it.”

. . .

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dinbo + what is personal space?

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Din: The butler was the murderer in the story? Bo: Yes. Din: Wasn't your droid a butler? Bo: He was. Din: HE COULD'VE KILLED YOU.

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Before the Fever - Chapter Three

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} This came out on AO3 a month or so ago, but as I’m gearing up to finally post chapter four, I’m finally getting around to posting it here to be caught up across both platforms!

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Before the Fever - Chapter Two

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV series based}

{A╱N} I decided to start rewatching Halo to get a better feel for the series as a whole as well! Still very completely not canon compliant, and also switching up a lot of the events and timeline and characters roles in the story. So thanks for hanging in with me here on this random little journey! There are parts from here on out that are from Master Chief’s point of view as well, and they are indicated by dashes <3

This is also on AO3!

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Before the Fever

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} Hi there!

I know you guys were used to other kinds of fics from me but I had to give into impulse here with a Halo fic.

I’ve played the games for years, they’re my favorite! But this series, and any future fics I write in this fandom, will be mostly based off of the TV series. I know plenty of people had their opinions about the show, but for what it was, I absolutely loved it.

That being said, this is my first Halo fic ever, and it’s all mostly not canon compliant.. I don’t know every aspect of the lore by heart, but I’ll try to research what I don’t know as I go along to add more to the atmosphere! I appreciate your forgiveness for any mistakes or things that make no sense though, again not canon!

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, this first-person POV/reader insert is purely for fun, take it for what you will if you decide to read it! This is also on AO3, my username is simply “alienistic” ♡

I am still working on my other WIPs, thanks for being patient, but I run through hyperfixations like water so sometimes it takes a little while!

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Extra note: I used a little Sanghelli! Because the dictionary I found is kind of limited, I pieced together the word for ‘my’ and the word for ‘love’ to create a pet name. V soft, much sweet.

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Hi hun! You asked for Din requests, so here you go.

Can you please write a full face reveal to the reader ? Like the first time she sees him in the light. And she praises everything about his face. Then she gets the urge to get it wet 🫣

Thank youuuu

Hi love youuuu, hope you like it bestie 🖤🖤🖤

Your New Favorite Seat

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Summary: You’ve been in a relationship with Din for quite some time now and have always yearned to see him helmetless but you always respected his creed. Now that he’s an apostate he decides to show you his face and you discover your new hyperfixation.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: canon divergent (he still has the Razor Crest in this), takes place after season 2 and during Book of Boba Fett, helmetless Din, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart, riduur = spouse), face sitting, squirting

You’re standing in the lava flats of Nevarro with Din on a bright, cloudless day. The sun beams down on him, reflecting a silvery light off of his beskar. The Razor Crest is parked beside you and there’s no one around for miles. Just the two of you. Completely alone.

Din made a promise to you and today he’s going to fulfill it. You’ve always wished to see his face but you knew how much his creed meant to him. But once he became an apostate after removing his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu, he decided he wanted to show you his face too. You know he plans to redeem himself so this is only temporary. But you’re grateful for the chance to even see his face in the first place.

He takes your hands and you can feel him shaking ever so slightly.

“Are you sure about this, cyar’ika? What if you don’t like what you see?” he asks.

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. There’s nothing you want more than to see the face of the man you love. But only if he’s sure about this.

“Of course I am. And I know I’ll love what I see,” you say, bringing your hand to the hollow part of his helmet where his cheek would be, “But are you ready?”

“I am,” he says, removing your hand and bringing his hands to the edge of his helmet. You subconsciously hold your breath as he slowly lifts his helmet. You hear the hiss of the modulator and before you know it Din Djarin is standing in front of you, face fully exposed. Worry paints his face as you take in all of his details; warm brown eyes bathed in an amber glow from the sun, slightly patchy graying scruff, frown lines perched between his eyebrows, and strong, prominent nose. His hair, brown and curly, is slightly messy from the helmet, in a cute, endearing way. His eyes search your face for your reaction, desperate for a sign of approval. You bring your hands to each side of his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“You’re beautiful, Din,” you say, looking him in the eye.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, feeling embarrassed and looking away. He’s so shy without the helmet, not a stoic and intimidating bounty hunter but a human feeling real emotions.

You turn his face gently to meet yours again and press a kiss against his lips, absorbing the feeling of his bare face against yours. His hands move your waist as he holds you close against him. You run your hands through his hair, entangling in your fingers as you kiss him harder. You pull away and look at him, caught between wanting to kiss him more and wanting to memorize his face.

“I can’t get enough. I don’t know when I’ll see this again,” you whisper, returning your hands to his face.

You feel his cheeks go hot under your touch. He doesn’t say anything so you take the opportunity to tell him everything you love about him.

“You’re perfect, Din. I mean it. From your hair to your eyes, to your lips,” you say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip.

“And this nose,” you continue, tracing your index finger along the bridge, “I just wanna sit on it.”

His eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape, in disbelief at what you just said.

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s all yours, cyar’ika.”

A smirk breaks out into your face, “Oh yeah?”

He grabs your hand without saying a word and leads you back into the Razor Crest. Excitement pools in your stomach; you never thought you’d get this opportunity, not for a long time at least. He closes the exit ramp and sets down his helmet with shaky hands before taking you to the cot. He seems nervous. It’s not like you haven’t sat on his face before but it was always with the helmet on; always with a barrier. He sits down on the cot and you take his face in your hands, kissing him deeply before whispering in his ear, “Lay down for me.”

He lays down on his back, resting his head against the pillow as you remove your clothes. He drinks in the sight of you naked all for him without the helmet in his way for once. You go over to the cot and begin to straddle his face, resting your knees on either side of his head. Yet you hover over this face slightly, not sinking down on him all the way. You’re a little nervous, too. Thoughts are racing through your mind like, What if he hates it? What if he doesn’t like the taste? The smell? What if-

“Cyar’ika… you said you wanted to sit on my face so sit. on. my. face.” he says in a sultry tone, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lower yourself onto him and he moans into your entrance, sending vibrations through your core. His nose is positioned perfectly under your clit as his tongue laps at your cunt. You slowly start moving against him, grinding against the lower half of his face. It feels so good. He hums happily against you and admires the way you fuck yourself on his tongue. You reach your hand down to his hair, gripping his locks as you pick up the pace. His tongue swirls against your opening and you move yourself back and forth on his nose. You feel your thighs tense up and you know you’re at the brink of orgasm. With one last movement of your hips you come undone, soaking not only the lower half of his face but also everything directly beneath you. You can feel your release sliding down your thighs and onto the pillow. You squirted all over him.

Shit, what if he didn’t like that?, you think to yourself.

You remove yourself from his face quickly and lay down next to him, staring at each other with wide eyes. You glance down at his face and see that the lower half is glistening. He looks like he’s in complete bliss.

“Sorry… Didn’t mean to drown ya,” you say softly, anxiously awaiting his response.

“Are you kidding? You taste so good, cyar’ika. I can’t get enough,” he says.

You smile and reach your hand over to this face, caressing his cheek gingerly.

“I’m gonna miss this,” you say softly.

He places his hand on yours.

“I know… But…”

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“If you become my riduur, I can take off my helmet in front of you.”

“Are you asking to marry me just so I can sit on your face?” you tease.

He laughs, “No, that’s just a bonus. But I can show my face to you and only you, cyar’ika.”

“Only me, huh? How did I get so lucky?”

You scooch over and kiss him before resting in the crook of his neck.

“I’m the lucky one…” he says, his hand running up and down your inner thigh softly, “Now, on your back this time. I want your legs shaking by the time I’m done with you.”

How could you say no?

End note: I’m weak y’all 😵‍💫 keep the Din requests coming!!

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- Once upon a time, the planets and the fates And all the stars aligned You and I ended up in the same room At the same time

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Dear Star Wars fans, specifically certain Padme fans, if you're going to call Anakin a misogynist, look up the fucking definition. Anakin Skywalker is MANY things. A misogynist is not one of them.

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i can not put into readable comprehension how fucking terrifying order 66 is to me