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infectedbypedropascal · 1 day

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screaming But Daddy I Love Him

#television #pedro pascal #joel miller #din djarin #the mandalorian #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal x reader #joel x reader #tlou show #tlou game

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cass-hues · 23 hours

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He’s been waiting for you….. 👀

I’ve been reading too many fanfics….😪

#my art #star wars #din djarin #din djarin/reader #mando x reader #art #pedro pascal #fanart #the mandalorian #mando #anyone is welcome to right a fic about this…#just saying #spicy content

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thefrogdalorian · 3 days

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Imagine living on Nevarro and one day you see this idiot Buckethead flailing and tumbling in the sky with his silly little cape flapping in the wind right next to his jetpack... I'd momentarily be concerned he's about to set himself on fire and then die of laughter I think

#din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars #idiot tin can man [affectionate]#another shitpost

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dindjarindiaries · 3 days

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When did he sew?

He made Grogu’s robe into a onesie (🥹)

And then he fixed his pants after the Darksaber cut through them!

#din djarin #the mandalorian #you have spoken

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beskarandblasters · 3 days

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Guilty as Sin

Virgin Stalker!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: This is inspired by the song, Guilty as Sin? for the Taylor Swift Drabble Challenge! This can also be read as a prequel for A Touch So Innocent but completely works on its own! 🤍🤍🤍

Summary: Din jerks off while thinking about his crush.

Word count: 400

Warnings: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), masturbation, allusions to smut, stalker ish behavior, written in third person

Late at night, tucked away in the comfort of the Razor Crest, Din tugs off his glove, tossing it on the floor. His cock is hard, aching to be touched already. Begrudgingly he gives into his urges. He wishes she was here, stroking his cock, straddling him– driving him wild. He doesn’t know what that feels like, being wrapped in a woman’s embrace, having a cunt envelop his cock. But if anyone’s going to be his first, it’s going to be her.

He pictures her underneath him, squirming, back arching in pleasure. He imagines what her melodic moans would sound like, bouncing off the walls of the Crest and soft gasps tickling the shell of his ear. He thinks about kissing her, their lips coming together in a sloppy mess. He thinks about marking up her body with his mouth, claiming her as his own. Maker, he tries his hardest to imagine what spilling his load inside her would feel like, a warm symphony of bodies coming together as he gives himself to her completely. Just like they’re meant to be, an unspoken vow between them.

He looks down, watching as pre-cum built up at his tip spreads down his shaft with the movement of his hand. He’s close already. And now he’s conflicted. Ever since he laid his eyes on her, he swore to himself every drop of his seed would be hers, never wasted. But yet here he is, on the precipice of orgasm all due to his fantasies about her. One day, his imagination just isn’t going to cut it anymore.

He lets go, cum coating his hand as he strokes himself through his high. The built-up waves of pleasure come crashing down. He moans under his helmet, uttering her name as his head is thrown back in pleasure. Until it ends and he’s left with the mess he just made.

He should feel guilty– guilty for imagining these elaborate fantasies about a woman he’s never even touched. He’s barely spoken a word to her. Everything he’s learned about her is from stalking and snooping, small invasions of her privacy here and there, overhearing her conversations in the marketplace. It’s wrong but he can’t help inside. He’s completely and utterly fixated on her and only her.

Perhaps he does feel guilty. But not for the right reasons.

That load should’ve gone inside her.

And for that, he feels guilty as sin.

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

Dividers: @saradika-graphics

#din djarin fanfiction #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian #the mandalorian smut #the mandalorian x reader #ts drabble challenge #star wars fanfiction #pedrostories

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cagg1969 · 2 days

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#star wars #the mandalorian #book of boba fett #boba fett #din djarin #art

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aka-lorterian · 6 hours

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commission

#clan of two #clan mudhorn #din djarin #grogu #mandalorian #the mandalorian #starwars

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h31lu · 2 days

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Space Latinos! 🌌🧡⭐🖤

#fanart #star wars #poe dameron #oscar isaac #din djarin fanart #din djarin #the mandalorian #star wars fanart #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanart

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truly-neutral-art · 1 day

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Din/Luke Pacific Rim AU pt.2

Pt. 1

Another addition to this AU because It's been living in my head rent free for ages. I can't do a Pacific Rim AU without recreating the iconic Kwoon scene. Also, I was too lazy to draw backgrounds so I just stole them from the movie ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Under the cut is a teaser of the fic I'm trying to write. It's a first draft, so there's probably some mistakes. Also, I'm still kind of in Screen Writing mode from school, so please don't mind if there's not a lot of internal character narration.

“Four points to two,” Luke calls after the final candidate falls. His emotions are carefully masked on his face but Din can see how tense he is.

“We’re wasting time, Marshal. He’s barely compatible with any of them, this isn’t going to work,” Luke says.

“What do you suggest?” The Marshal raises a brow.

“Put me in charge, I’m drift compatible with several cadets. We don’t need him.” Luke gestures towards Din. The look on his face makes Din’s blood boil. Contempt. What did he ever do to Luke to earn this?

“What’s your problem, Skywalker?” Din stomps towards the edge of the mat.

“I’ve already told you, I don’t think you're the right man for the job,” Luke replies. He’s now turned squarely towards Din, his face back to that eerie calm. It sends a shiver down Din’s spine.

“No, there’s more. You’ve got a problem with me.” Din steps closer, trying to ignore the piercing blue of Luke’s eyes.

“Enough! both of you.” Marshal Skywalker turns to them both.

“If you think you’re so much better, then let’s go.” Din points his bō at Luke. “If you win, you can pilot the Crest. If I win, you back off.” Din holds Luke's gaze, projecting his challenge.

“Neither of you are in the position to make that decision,” Anakin states, breaking the spell.

“What? Think your own blood isn’t good enough to beat me?” Din didn’t know Marshal Skywalker that well, but from what he did know, the man was prideful. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest move, but it got him what he wanted.

The Martial turned towards Luke, earning his attention. No words were exchanged between them, the Martial simply gave a nod. A brief look of satisfaction washed over Luke’s face. Din turned towards the mat to prepare for the fight before Luke’s eyes turned back to him.

Luke stepped to the edge of the mat, shoes and outer shirt removed. He bowed at the waist before stepping forward. He was in a simple black tank top and the standard cargo pants. It was the first time Din had seen any of his skin exposed beyond his face. His arms and neck were covered in pale, lightning-like scars that looked like they extended beyond what Din could see. He wasn’t sure what to make of them. He knew almost nothing about Luke when he really thought about it. Only what he heard from the news from the past four years.

He had to admit, it made him earn a little more respect for the kid. At first he’d seemed like a petulant child who was getting his favorite toy taken away, but now, Din wasn’t as sure that was the case. He had no more time to think on it as he and Luke passed each other on the mat, walking to opposite sides, then turning to face each other.

In the blink of an eye Luke swung his bō with the finesse of a warrior. He moved forward before stopping in the middle of the mat as he pulled his bō up in defense. Din followed suit, taking on a more aggressive starting position. He could tell Luke was analyzing him, eyes flitting around to every point of his body. Din took the opportunity to attack. In one swift moment he had his bō mimicking a strike at Luke’s skull.

“One, Zero.” The words had barely left his mouth before Luke made a counter attack. In a flash Luke had reversed their positions with a satisfied smirk.

Without wasting any more time the two began to fight again in an explosion of movement. The people in the kwoon reacted to them, but Din’s focus narrowed in until it was only them in the room. He watched Luke’s movements carefully, anticipating and blocking every attack that came and returning his own. He picked up on a franticness in Lukes’s movements and took advantage, landing an attack on his ribs.

“You’re too eager, you’re projecting your moves,” Din commented as they reset.

“I don’t need your advice.” Despite his words, Luke waited, ready for Din’s next move.

Luke swiftly blocked everything Din threw at him and pushed back even harder. In the next moment Luke attacked with a flurry of blows, catching Din off guard. He was stronger than he looked.

“Two, two.” Luke had once again evened the score.

There was barely a pause before they were at it again. This bout lasted longer than the others, both having picked up on each other’s gambit. They danced around each other, the only sound in Din’s ears were the clacking of their bō staffs and their heavy breathing. Neither was holding back.

In a blur of motion Luke darted towards Din’s legs, throwing him off balance. Din rolled out of the throw but as he lifted his head he was met with Luke’s bō to his throat. Luke's eyes were no less intense this close.

“Two, Three.” Luke stepped back into a ready position. “Better watch out, Djarin.” There was a satisfied smirk on his face. He was winning. Din wouldn’t give up that easily.

He pulled out every trick he had, but Luke seemed to always be a step ahead. He was too fast, almost as if he could read Din’s mind. From the outside it would almost look like this was rehearsed. In the end, it was Din’s weight advantage that won him the point. He moved in close and pinned Luke's arm before throwing him down to the mat. The blond hit the ground on his back, breath escaping his lungs from the impact.

Din almost went to help him up but Luke threw his legs backwards into a handstand before standing back up. He barely looked affected, the only sign of fatigue on him was the sweat on his forehead that matted down his blond hair.

“Three, Three,” Din called. “And there’s no need to show off.”

The next point would declare a winner. There was a smile on Luke’s face, different from the ones before. This one was more open, leaving Din feeling dizzy instead of insulted.

In a decisive move Din attacked at Luke’s head, trading off his defense for offense. He had Luke on the move, nearly pushing him off the mat. However, before he could land a finishing blow Luke darted to the side, slipping his leg between Din’s and toppling him to the floor. When Din processed what happened, he was pinned under Luke’s hips on his chest and his bō at his neck.

Din tried to understand it but there was no more time to ponder as Luke set on his next attacks. He was more aggressive than he’d been the rest of the fight but Din pushed back, not without some difficulty. Luke danced around Din with a frightening agility. The only thing that kept Din in the fight for so long were his reflexes. He knew he had to end this fight soon or Luke would eventually wear him down.

Cheers erupted from the gathered crowd, but Din’s view had narrowed into Luke as he stood up. Din stayed on the ground, still a bit stunned from the end of the fight. He wasn’t really sure how to feel about its outcome. But one thing was for certain, he and Luke were drift compatible. Very drift compatible.

Din was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t even realize Luke was reaching down to him until his hand was in his face. He took it and allowed Luke to help him to his feet.

“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Luke asked.

“Yeah.”

#dinluke #star wars #luke skywalker #din djarin #art #dinluke fanart #fanfic #fanfiction #pacific rim au #dinluke au

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fimloly · 2 days

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