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Most fics are explicit and for 18+ only. * = smut

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Din D’jarin

When She Fell From the Sky

A Multipart Fic (in progress)

Din Djarin x Female Original Character

Summary: Takes place prior to season 1. Din picks up a stranded pilot. Even though he’s not a taxi service, he agrees to give her a roundabout ride home. But he doesn’t quite trust her and she thinks he’s a sexy…asshole.

Part 1: The Pilot

Part 2: The Savior

Part 3: The Healer

Part 4: Tension

Part 5: The Necklace*

Part 6: Stars and Planets*

Part 7: Free Advice*

Part 8: Mine*

Part 9: Meiloorun Fruit and Other Sweet Things*

Part 10: By the Sea

Tattoo My Heart

A Four Part Miniseries (Completed)

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: After losing his Covert, his Creed, Grogu, and the Razor Crest, Din is struggling to cope. He goes out looking for some pain or pleasure to help him forget his sorrows and ends up finding both when he meets you. After that, he can’t seem to stay away.

Part 1: Pain and Pleasure*

Part 2: Little Star*

Part 3: Lost to You*

Part 4: Share*

King of Swords

A Four Part Miniseries (Completed)

Mand’alor Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: The King of Swords is a tarot card that means ruling from a place of authority and respect and having the courage and intellect to achieve what one desires. Set after Season 2. You are a newly assigned ambassador to Mandalore. Are you imagining it, or is the king unusually interested in getting to know you?

Part 1: Iron Heart*

Part 2: Proper Etiquette*

Part 3: Dance with Me*

Part 4: The Duel*

Desperate Measures

A Three Part Miniseries (Completed)

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Summary: A job he’s doing for Ran goes bad and a frantic younger Mando is forced to resort to desperate measures. Turns out you’re also willing to do whatever it takes to get away from your own demons.

Part 1: Besieged*

Part 2: Break the Bank*

Part 3: Searching*

Din Djarin NSFW Alphabet*

Wants and Needs *

Spice*

You Taste Like Rain*

Hot Like Fire*

Broken Ships & Battle Scars*

Javier Peña

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader One Shots

Javier Peña NSFW Alphabet*

Trouble*

Drive You Crazy*

The Afterlife of Javier Peña*

The Temp*

Naughty and Nice*

Pretend Kisses

A three part miniseries (Completed)

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Summary: You contacted the DEA information on a top sicario. Suddenly, Agent Peña is making out with you and pretending to be your boyfriend while he conducts a stakeout in your living room.

Part 1: Ladies’ Man*

Part 2: Roommates*

Part 3: Safe*

A Betting Man

A Four Part Miniseries (Completed)

Summary: Unbeknownst to you, your coworker Javier Peña has made a bet that he can get you into bed within the month.

Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Part 1: Business or Pleasure*

Part 2: Toast & Marmalade*

Part 3: Can’t Win For Losing*

Part 4: Women and Whiskey*

The Thief

What Would an Angel Say? The Devil Wants To Know

A two and a half part miniseries (Completed)

Summary: You find yourself kissing a dashing thief called El Diablo minutes after meeting him. Well, the Devil does like to tempt the weak after all. Not that he’s really the Devil. That would be crazy, right?

The Thief (Casillero del Diablo) x Fem!Reader

Part 1: The Deal*

Part 2: Seven Deadly Sins*

Epilogue

Pedro Across the Street

Partners in Crime

A miniseries (completed)

Summary: Every thief has to get his start somewhere. You just so happen to be the one who leads Pedro, who lives Across the Street, into a life of crime.

Pedro Across the Street x Fem!Reader

Part 1: All In*

Part 2: Seduction*

Part 3: Lovers*

Part 4: The Heist*

Ezra (Prospect)

Delectable*

Ezra x Fem!Reader One Shot

Anything Red

Max Phillips x Fem!Reader Drabble

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intu-witch-tion · 3 years

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🥵🥵🥵

patience

A/N: Hello, angels ❤️ I figured the first fic I write for Javi should be straight up filth so—enjoy.

Paring: Javier Pena x afab!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors, please exit the vehicle! — smut: fingering, oral sex (f receiving), praise kink, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap that willy before getting silly), creampie, restraints/use of handcuffs, orgasm denial, smoking, swearing (please let me know if there’s anything I missed)

The metal digs harshly into the skin of your wrists as you pull experimentally against the handcuffs, tongue running across your lower lip as you watch Javier undress at the end of the bed. His dark eyes never leave yours, and you whine when he slowly, too slowly, pulls at the zipper on his jeans. Patience, cariña. His voice is a raspy husk, the low timbre of it sending shivers down your spine.

You try to be patient, try to do as instructed with the hope of a delicious reward, but he was just taking so long.

“Javier,” your hips buck off the mattress and into the air, face crumpling as he merely watches you writhe. “Come on—”

His fingers stop and come away from his jeans, the open fly revealing the patch of neat curls, and he frowns at you, lips twisting in displeasure.

“What did I say?”

You groan, head flying back against the pillow. “To be patient.”

Feeling the mattress move, your eyes fly open to watch him crawl over you, face hovering teasingly above yours. His head moves back when you push forward to kiss him, a smirk curling his lips when you grumble under your breath and fall back against the bed with a defeated pout.

He nods his approval, “Good girl.”

You feel your pussy clench, hips automatically grinding against the denim clad thigh between your own and he chuckles lowly, curved nose lightly trailing along the side of your face.

Fuck. Fuck.

His lips purposely miss yours by a breath as he moves down to mouth at your jaw, teeth nipping softly at the delicate skin of your throat. You try to keep your breathing steady, try not to let the wonderful feeling of his lips kissing, biting, sucking at your neck effect you, but he knows your weak spots, knows exactly where to run his tongue, exactly where to bite, to make your back arch off the mattress with a breathy whimper.

You feel like you’re on fire. Javier was all consuming—he was everywhere. His scent burns the back of your nose; the touch of amber and bergamot from his cologne mixing with the ever present tang of the cigarette smoke he was drowned in daily. The lips that greedily attack your skin leave burns that shoot waves of heat to your core, curling your toes in the soft nylon pantyhose that he was yet to tear from your body.

His moustache rubs against your chest as he continues his descent, nose trailing against the soft flesh that melts from the lacy cup of your bra. Your heart picks up, torso squirming on the bed as he gently pulls the material out of the way, blowing teasingly on the hardening nipple before engulfing it with the wet heat of his mouth, tongue massaging the stiff peak softly. He rips a startled cry from your lips when his teeth bite down and pulls sharply, your back arching to chase the feel of the soothing swipe of his tongue.

He repeats his actions with the other side, grinning against your skin when you grind down on his thigh, whimpering when it does nothing to ease the insistent throbbing between your legs.

“Javi—Javi, please—”

“Shh,” he coos against your stomach, fingers tickling your sides as they brush down to pull at the waistband of your pantyhose and letting it snap back against your skin. You jump at the small sting, heart fluttering in excitement as he murmurs a sweet apology you know he doesn’t mean against your hip.

He sits up on his heels, dark eyes following the path down your legs before landing back on your covered pussy, frowning at the layers covering it. He pinches the thin nylon between his fingers and before you could even form a single word on your tongue, he pulls it apart, ripping the fabric right down the middle and baring the matching lacy panties to his hungry gaze.

“Javier!” You gasp, arousal quickly dousing the flicker of annoyance.

“They were in my way.” He shrugs lightly, eyes turning devilish as he shuffles onto his stomach and mouths at your covered clit, blowing hot air through the lace and humming when you whimper quietly, hips shifting anxiously under his hold. “What did I say about patience, cariña?”

“God Javi, I can’t—”

You couldn’t wait any longer. You were throbbing; pussy clenching around nothing, arousal flooding and soaking the lace, the need to cum growing stronger with every soft caress he delivers through your panties. You were damn near close to crying; you could feel the sting of tears bite at your eyes and mash your teeth together to keep them at bay.

“Yes you can, pretty girl. You’re doing so well... so good for me—” he talks against you, humming lowly when he feels how wet you are through the fabric. “Just a little longer, honey.”

He nudges your panties to the side, nose softly raking through your patch of curls as he licks a wide stripe along your pussy, groaning when your sweet tangy taste floods his mouth and the rattle of handcuffs ring in his ears.

The moan that leaves you is shameless as he laps at your entrance, tongue pushing as deep as he could before wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking softly. His hands grip at your squirming hips, anchoring you in place while he takes his time tasting you, driving you higher and higher with each lazy swirl of his tongue.

“J-Javi, fuck—” you choke out, brows furrowing as you feel the coil in your stomach wind tighter and tighter, the delicious lip of the edge right there, when—

He fucking pulls away.

Crying out, your head whips up to look at him, wondering if something was wrong. He meets your gaze, tongue slowly tracing his bottom lip as he watches you struggle against your restraints, your chest heaving as you pant desperately.

“I said patience.”

Your stomach twists as he narrows his dark eyes at you, waiting for your small muttered apology before returning to his previous position. The fire reignites in your belly when his tongue smooths back over your clit, rubbing softly from side to side before sealing his lips around it. You can’t help but squirm a little when two fingers rub around your pussy, gathering the slick before pushing in and curling.

“Fuck—”

Javi’s fingers move relentlessly in time with his tongue, continuously finding and rubbing that sweet spot deep within you, that you’re so lost in the sudden wave of intense pleasure he’s assaulting you with, and you don’t even comprehend the incoherent babbling falling from your lips.

He’s half listening to your breathless gasps of his name, getting lost in a sea of endless praise, unable to help himself from grinding down into the mattress, the friction soothing the desperate ache of his hard cock for a split second as your arousal floods his tongue. He doesn’t miss the hitch in your breath, the sudden spike in your tone, and so he does it again.

The bastard pulls away, but leaves his fingers in you to feel the flutter of your pussy walls as your orgasm fizzles away back into an eager throb.

Impatience flickers in your chest, pissed that he had stopped again, and you snap in frustration before you even realise what you’re saying, “Fuck you, Peña!”

Immediately, he pulls away completely, and you panic, face crumbling in apology as he moves onto his knees, frowning down at you in disapproval.

“No! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it—”

“Is that what you want? Hm? Do you want me to fuck you, cariña?” Your stomach flips as he crawls up your body, wet fingers tracing your lips and smoothing over your tongue when you open your mouth. You nod pathetically, bucking your hips up to rut against the denim covering his lower body when his hips hover over yours. A hand wraps around your throat, pinning you in place, “I can’t hear you.”

“Please Javi—” your words are smothered when he finally—fucking finally—dives in for a kiss, claiming your mouth with a confident swipe of his tongue. He swallows your moan, grip tightening around your neck.

“Please what? Tell me.”

“Please fuck me, Javi. Please, please—I want it so bad, I want you—”

He groans against your lips, letting the lower half of his body press into yours and you whine at the delicious friction against your clit, sensitive from all of the attention Javi had paid it. You no longer care about the pleas falling from your lips, don’t care that you sound so stupidly desperate, don’t care about anything other than Javi dropping you off the edge he’s been teasing you with for what feels like hours.

“Look at you... asking so nicely,” he murmurs, rendering you breathless with another deep kiss, stealing the breath right from your lungs. You try to keep up, try to give back half of what he’s giving you, but ultimately give in to his silent command. He shifts, shoving the denim down his legs and kicking the jeans to the floor before he rests back on you, his cock resting heavily against your thigh as your hips move impatiently, beckoning him to move just the slightest bit closer.

He pauses, smirking at your irritated grunt when you don’t immediately get what you want. He pulls at your legs and spreads them, dark eyes hungrily following the movement of his hand as he drags the head of his cock along your wet lips before slowly sinking into you with a low groan. You cry out in relief, pussy greedily taking every inch he pushes into you.

“Fuck—” he spits through ground teeth, pulling back and thrusting back in slowly, relishing in the grip of your walls around him as you clench. “You ready, cariña?”

“Please Javi—”

He starts moving before you can even finish, violently rutting into you and his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. Your mind blanks as you finally get what you’ve been craving the entire fucking night, relishing in the feel of his cock as it drags in and out of you.

“Javi, undo me—please, I want to touch you. Please—”

He slows his thrusts briefly to grab the little key on the side table and quickly unlocks the handcuffs, pressing a tender kiss to each wrist before he’s falling over you, burying his face in your neck and resuming his thrusts. With a small shift of his hips, the angle changes and then he’s going deeper, dragging deliciously against your clit with every upward thrust and causing your previously denied orgasms to return with a vengeance.

Your hands are greedy as they fly to his back, nails dragging against his skin as you pull him closer. A hand buries itself in the shorts curls on the back of his head, and you pull sharply, pussy clenching at his quiet grunt of approval before his lips are moving hungrily back to yours, tongue pushing past your lips and sliding against yours.

You start to move with him, moaning into his mouth as you feel your peak coming, the delicious pull in your stomach growing with each drag of his hips.

“Cum with me, Javi,” you whimper against his lips. “Please?”

How could he ever say no to that?

He nods quickly, eyes falling shut as his brows pinch in concentration, pushing back the tingle he feels in his spine until you shatter under him, crying out his name and pussy turning into a vice as it gushes around him. Your mind blanks as heat rushes through you in waves, tears springing and leaking from your eyes as you fall apart.

His hips stutter and then he’s cumming, cursing against your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, thrusting and holding as deep as he could go as thick ropes of his cum paint your cervix.

Fingers trail along your cheek, brushing away the fallen tears, and then he’s gazing softly at you, lips pressing one final kiss to your lips. “Are you okay, cariña?”

Unable to form words, you nod and sigh with a lazy smile, body melting into the mattress as he drags his softening cock out of your now leaking pussy and falls next to you with a similar exhale. Cigarette smoke is soon filling your nose, and your head turns to watch Javier, comfortably reclined against the pillows with his eyes closed and a cigarette hanging from his lips, the smoke curling towards the ceiling in lazy ripples.

You pinch it delicately from his mouth and take a long drag, cringing at the strength of it before exhaling lightly and holding it carefully, casually rolling it between your fingers.

“Excuse me, I believe that’s theft.” He grumbles lowly, fingers snatching it back from you and returning to his lounged position. He eyes you as you sit up, instantly clocking on to the mischievous shine in your eyes. “Fuck cariña. At least give me a minute.”

Tags: @anu-simps @seasonschange-butpeopledont @withasideofmeg @you-got-me-starry-eyed @mouthymandalorianalso

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