Title: Tied By Your Apron Strings

Title: Tied By Your Apron Strings

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Word count: 916

Warnings: Smutty goodness; (what was meant to be a) housewife kink; oral sex (f!receiving); unprotected PiV sex (safe sex irl folks); Jack is an aftercare king; pet names and endearments. Reader is unnamed (Jack calls her “Moonshine”) and undescribed but does wear stiletto heels. No use of Y/N.

Notes: Inspired by @nothoughtsjustmeds’ Housewife Kink post, and by my conversation about it with @julesonrecord.

“Hey, Moonshine, I’m home!”

Jack walks in, his footfalls loud on the wood floor behind you. You smile as you turn on your white stillettos, his eyes all but bugging out of his head.

He coughs. Once. Twice. “Is that, uh… You get yourself some new lingerie?”

His pronunciation is horrendous but you grin, dropping the wooden spoon you were holding into the pocket of your apron. Your sweet, ruffled floral apron; the only material covering up the sheer lace bra and pencil-thin thong.

“Why, Mr. Daniels, whatever do you mean?”

You turn back to the pasta on the stove, adding a bit of salt and olive oil to the water, and you jump when you feel Jack’s fingertips on the bare small of your back. He’s caught the tie of your apron, pulling so slowly you don’t know for sure if he’s trying to undo it or move you closer.

It isn’t until the strings fall against your bare ass that you realize it was the former.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Moonshine.” He replaces the bow with his hands, moving them just as slowly around your middle to meet under the front of the apron. His thumb brushes the dip of your belly button; his pinky catching in the waistband of the barely-there panties. “Shut off the stove.”

“But dinner’s almost—”

You’re silenced by his lips on the side of your neck, open and wet and hotter than the flame under your pot as he nibbles tiny bites into your skin.

“Turn. It. Off.”

You obey, and Jack spreads his left palm over your stomach, his wedding ring smooth and just slightly cool against you. His right hand slides up to the front of your throat, tilting your head back as he traces his mouth along your jaw.

“Jack, baby, careful,” you exhale, your hands on the counter at either side of the stove. “You’ll burn me.”

“That’s my plan, sweetheart.” But he acquiesces, his hands not moving from their positions as he spins you both, your belly pressing into the kitchen island instead.

Jack pushes against your belly, forcing you to bend a little, and when you do, he drops to his knees, his fingers finding purchase on your thighs. He doesn’t even bother moving the minute bit of cloth between your legs, his tongue pressing it into you as he breaches your folds.

“Ohhh,” you groan. You’d be lying if you said this wasn’t your plan, but you’re still shocked, in a way. He’s just so good at it.

“Wider, Moonshine.” You spread your legs a little more, your heels wobbling a little, but the extra height gives Jack room to push his head further forward and run the tip of his tongue over your clit.

“Fuck!” You slam your hand down on the counter and he giggles against you, never giving up his rhythm. He works you, tongue and lips and even teeth working in tandem until your knees are shaking and you’re desperately trying not to crush him.

“Jack, I need you.”

At your words, he leaves one last, lingering kiss on your core and climbs up behind you.

“Tell me right now, sweetheart. Inside or out.”

“I-inside.”

He grunts a little, and you hear the clatter of his belt and the hiss of his zipper before his fingers dip between your legs again. “God, already so wet for me, my good little wife.”

“My husband,” you whisper as he bends you over just a little more and notches himself at your entrance. “My wonderful husband.”

He thrusts into you, easy and quick thanks to his mouth, and you cry out. “I gotcha, Moonshine. You’re taking me so well. Like always.” He drops a kiss in the dip between your shoulders. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Jack, baby, move.”

He does, and you whimper. The angle has him deep inside you, splitting you open, but it’s the most exquisite pain and pleasure and pressure you’ve ever felt. He pushes harder and faster, your name spilling from his lips between your heavy, desperate gasps.

“I feel ya, sweetheart. Flutterin’ around my cock. C’mon, Mrs. Daniels, you can come for me, and then I’ll fill you up right.”

You move your hand to wrap around the one pressing into your belly, the material of your apron between your skin and his. You hitch your hips backwards, feeling the rough material of his jeans against the backs of your thighs as you ride him best as you can.

When you come, it’s with a scream you’re very sure your neighbors will hear, but you just don’t care at all. It also seems to be enough to tip Jack over the edge, and you feel him jerk and shudder as he spills inside you, coating your walls, his mouth buried in the space between your neck and shoulder.

When he slips out of you, he instantly grabs a paper towel and runs it under warm water, gently wiping you clean before he carefully adjusts your thong back into its correct place.

He cleans himself as you catch your breath, zipping up his jeans and tossing the towel in the trash before he carefully, gently reties your apron.

You finally turn, your eyes meeting his deep, dark, shining ones.

“Welcome home, Mr. Daniels,” you purr. He smirks wickedly and parts your lips with his own.

The pasta on the stove goes uneaten that night, and you discover…

…Jack looks really good in a floral apron.

So I’ll be waiting for people to start writing for this guy…

a place among the stars - masterlist

a little au fever dream where din djarin is poe dameron’s father; a tale of how he found you, and how poe came to be.

*follows the general timeline of the mandalorian season 2 and book of boba fett, obvious changes to poe’s story (it is an au after all)

*

- I just really wanted to write a din fic and this au idea was 10000% an edible-induced fever dream but I don’t care - obviously ignoring poe’s timeline and going by the few details in the sequel trilogy (in the actual timeline he’d be about seven years old during mando’s storyline but HERE WE ARE) - mostly just me talking out of my ass and using the wookiepedia like a bible

18+, no minors allowed, chapters with smut are marked with *, no use of y/n

*

chapters

1 - the rescue

2 - the marshal

3 - the goodbye*

4 - the return*

5 - the bounty

6 - the tragedy

7 - the aftermath

8 - the reunion

9 - the beginning

10 - the end

bonus - snapshots

*coming soon*

LOOK AT WHAT I FUCKING FOUND ON TWITTER

comin in hot with a twt link! (Dont know if i did wrong or not im new to these ^^) Idk if you write for din djarin or not but i can just imagine him doing this as he takes out his frustrations on your pussy cause the bounty went sideways. but this could also be seen as joel if a smuggling deal went wrong. Your pick! <3 much love!!

https://twitter.com/OrgasmGifs/status/1619378756648574978?t=XxqL71XHdg891aZOifJB5g&s=19

oh lord, this is pure filth. 😭😮‍💨

din djarin x fem reader!

minors don’t interact, +18 content!

cw; rough sex, choking, manhandling, dirty talking, degradation, praising, piv sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, cockwarming, dom! din x sub! reader, nipple playing, name calling (whore, slut…), …

“fuck.” your eyes shot open when you heard something crashing on the salon, along with the voice of who you recognized was din, your boyfriend.

your eyes still felt heavy with sleep, but your mind was slowly coming alive as you got up from bed.

“din?” you called out for him, he was giving you his back, armor still on except for his helmet—which he had thrown across the room—. he looked exhausted, but mostly of all exasperated, furious.

he didn’t seem to have heard you, and you stepped closer. “din, what’s-“ but before you knew it, there was a hand pinning your wrists to the wall behind your back and another surrounding your neck. from your lips fell a gasp that got caught in between his as he furiously kissed you. he groaned, pushing you harder against the wall, all air leaving your lungs. he was kissing you as if you were the last thing he could hold onto.

“din, what’s going-” you moaned when his clothed thigh pushed in between your naked ones, roughly pressing against your panties and your cunt. your hands messed with his hair and tugged when he freed your wrists and pulled your shirt upwards ‘till your bare chest was exposed for him to lick and suck onto.

“shut the fuck up.” he ordered, quieting you, letting you know what you needed to do, and that was to close your mouth and take what he gave you. and if what he needed to gave you was his anger, his frustration, and stress. you will take it.

you whimpered when his lips sucked on your nipple, the hand that now stood free grabbing at your hip to grind you on his thigh, making you sigh and whine, your panties growing wetter and wetter at his roughness.

“din…” you begged, and he groaned on your chest, sucking bruises that now beautifully decorated your perfect tits.

in a swift motion he was manhandling you with his strong arms, pulling you back into your room and pinned you onto the bed under his weight. it was rough, the way he kissed you, the way he pulled off your shirt, the way his hands were digging on your skin. but it hurt so good…

“fuck.” he muttered against your nipples when a high pitched and pornographic moan left your lips as his fingers sneaked inside your panties and met your wet core, his fingertips dripping on you.

your hips jolted against his touch when he teased you, his fingers dipping on your slick and merely brushing your clit, making your whole body shake in need. need for him.

“din please…” you begged, and he smirked.

“what a good girl…” he muttered against your neck as his fingertips pressed against your clit, making sparks fill your vision. “such good manners…” you whimpered, the praise only making you eager for him, needier. “being so good to me.” you screamed when he suddenly plunged two of his thick fingers inside of you, immediately finding your g spot. you couldn’t help but arch your bag, your eyes shutting close as he started to fuck them in and out of you. “listen to her…” he smirked, his dick painful hard in between his thighs at the sounds your cunt was making for him, sticky and perfectly ready for him to fuck into. “so ready for me…” you moaned, your cheeks burning due to the sounds that your arousal surrounding his fingers made.

“din…” you sighed his name, your hips rocking onto his fingers, needing him deeper. needing him to go harder, treat you badly, love you in that harsh way that made your mind reel… you were whimpering as he split you open with his fingers, brushing your g spot with every curl of his digits. it was needy, and harsh, it almost hurt, but you couldn’t possibly need him anymore than this. your whole body was like a magnet begging for his touch, needing him to touch you.

his patience seemed to be running out as he saw you fall apart, his cock pressed against your thigh as he grasped at your tits, tugging at the nipples just like he knew you liked.

the air in your lungs disappeared when in a quick flip he had down on your stomach, his rough hand landing a harsh spank to your ass, making you jolt and hiss.

in between the dizziness and hunger that enveloped you, you heard him push down his pants and underwear, too far gone to even care about the fact that you were beautifully naked under him and he was still on his goddamn armor, completely dressed.

you whined as one of his hands pulled you upwards so your ass would be sticking out for him, your glistening pussy begging for attention, your slick coating your mound and your thighs. you were soaking wet, drowning in desire.

he didn’t even tease you, didn’t even wait for you to get adjusted to his size before he was fucking you open with his huge cock. his tip brushed your cervix with every harsh thrust and you were withering and dissolving under his touch.

“fuck.” he groaned, his whole body shaking at the feeling of your cunt tightening around him and sucking him in every time he’d try and pull out just to thrust back in. it was as if your body was begging for him to stay inside, to fuck you full of him, for him to not go. “so good…” his pace spiked up, and your hands were holding onto your sheets for dear life, your body shaking with every snap of his hips against your ass. his balls met your cunt with every one of them, getting soaked on you. they felt so heavy… so full and ready to empty themselves in you… “you’re always so fucking good to me, pussy so ready to be filled up, huh?” he teased, and you whimpered as your walls tightened around him, making him groan. “such a fucking slut for dick. look at you…, already so close to cumming all over my cock…”

“din!” you cried out when his dick reached that deep spot inside of you that no one had ever been able to reach before, making your sight go blank.

“you gonna cum, honey? gonna cum for me?” his breathing was ragged, his pace needy. the sight in front of him was like heaven; you drooling all over your sheets, moans getting cut off by his thrusts and your cunt dripping only for him. you nodded, begging for him to let you cum, he almost bursted at your cries. “go ahead baby, soak my cock.” and you did, with moans and whimpers falling off your lips, your mind going black at the strength of your orgasm, which made your whole body shake and your walls to get impossibly tighter around him.

“shit.” he groaned, fucking you though it, feeling your cum coat the curls on the base of his cock, the wetness and warmth of it.

“din!!” you whimpered when his pace only sped up, the overstimulation becoming too much. you tried and get away from him, crawl your way on the bed, but he only tugged you closer, pinning you down onto the duvet ‘till only your hips were detached from it, spreading you open for him to fuck into. his right hand harshly gripped your neck from the back of your head, making sure you wouldn’t move, that you wouldn’t get away from him. you were sure there would be bruises on his fingertips decorating your waist tomorrow morning, but you wouldn’t care. “din, please…”

you screamed as he started to piston inside of you, unable to quiet your sobbing and whimpers. “don’t fucking move.” he groaned, feeling his own release start to build. “take it. be the good whore you are and fucking take it.” he gritted in between his teeth.

your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, your jaw slack and spit dribbling to the sheets. your mind felt hazy, your body heavy as he fucked you towards your second orgasm, which was building faster and harder than the first.

“that’s it. good girl.” he smirked when your own body started to thrust backwards, begging for more. “good. fucking. girl.” his thrust cut every one of his words.

“din, gonna cum, gonna-, fuck!” your eyes were rimmed by tears, your legs shaking and about to let you fall onto the mattress. thank god he was holding you up, manhandling you just like he would a goddamn toy for him to fuck.

“that’s it baby. cum for me. good girl.” you were falling apart as he hit your sweet spot one, two, three more time before your orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave, drowning you under water. “fuck, so fucking tight.” he groaned, his cock twitching at how your walls were tightening. “gonna cum baby. gonna fill this pretty and wet cunt of yours.” you moaned. “yeah? you want it, baby? want my cum?” you whimpered, nodding, babbling however you could multiples ‘yes’ that slurred their way out of your lips. “fuck. take it baby, fucking take it.” he groaned, and his cock twitched as he emptied himself inside of you, painting your pussy on cum and filling you up so good you could only wither and moan at the feeling.

you fell with him to the mattress, your bodies sticky and spent. he had for sure fucked his frustrations in you.

he quickly undressed, holding you with your back against his wide chest, his strong arms surrounding your waist. you whimpered when his soft cock pushed his cum all inside once again when he seated himself in your cunt. “i know baby, i know…” he cooed, leaving soft pecks and kisses in the expanse of your neck and shoulders. “gotta keep it all warm and inside for you baby.” he muttered against your skin, and soon enough your eyes were closing once again, now completely spent due to his rough fucking.

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a/n; oh lord, hope y’all liked it, love you! 😭😮‍💨

Long Long Night | Joel Miller Smut

summary: "I'm not done with you." or big dick joel miller fucks you hard

warnings: smut! Minors DNI, 18+ only!! penetrative sex, afab!reader, joel calls you baby, rough sex, slight weighted blanket joel <3, dirty talk. Just filth bc im so horny for this guy

a/n: My first joel smut!! It's not long sorry but i just wanted to test the waters and see if i can even write joel smut at all lol. Also I should probably post this tmr bc its late af here but oh well

"J-Joel.."

You moan loudly as his hands grip your hips tightly, his fingertips definitely leaving bruises as he slams your hips back into him.

"Quiet." He groans as he shoves your head into the pillows. Leaning until his hairy chest is against your back. His hips thrust hard against you making you wail.

"So big.." You whine as you claw the sheets.

You love when Joel is rough, when he lets go of all his worries in that pretty head of his and fucks you until the sun comes up. All he could do is smirk, push you against the thin walls of your shitty little apartment and whisper the filthiest things imaginable in your ear.

It's how you ended up on his bed, stripped of your clothes and being destroyed by his cock.

His hands lock with yours as he pushes them deep into the bed. His weight presses you down, forcing you to stay still as he pounds deep into you over and over again. His power and speed never faltering as he bites down hard on your shoulder to muffle his moans. Your hips squirm helplessly he hits a sweet spot. You try to tug your hands from his grip but he doesn't budge.

"Makin' you feel that good baby?" He smiles into your skin.

Your desperate moans only making him want to fuck you harder. His cock stretches your poor pussy with every thrust. Your cunt flutters around his cock as you come hard, you swear you can see stars as you go limp under him.

It becomes apparently very quickly that Joel has no plans on stopping. He sits up on his knees and holds your hips up so he can properly fuck you.

One of his rough fingers slipping down to play with your clit. You jerk out of his grip and lean forward out of instinct. The overstimulation bringing tears to your eyes.

"Fuck!" You cry as he grabs your hips and brings you back.

Sliding his dick in hard until his hips meet your ass. Giving you no time to breathe as he continues to fuck the breath out of you.

"I'm not done with you." He growls. Fucking hell that might be the hottest thing he's ever said to you.

Exhausted you fall onto the bed. Grabbing the pillow above you and burying your face in it as you let Joel use you like a toy. The obscene sounds of your wet cunt is music to his ears.

Leaning down he brushes your cheek softly, cooing in your ear as he slams his hips and stills. His cock throbbing as you squeeze around him.

"So pretty baby, just stay like this for me okay?" He kisses your forehead and you smile tiredly. His hands glide down your body and you sigh happily. Fucked out by his cock and ready for him to do whatever he pleases.

"Gonna fuck you all night long."