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PEDRO PASCAL The Mandalorian/Din Djarin | Oberyn Martell

thank you so much! it’s a learning process, so that aspect of my writing will get better! 😂

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hands | din djarin

gif from @thewayyoutasted

pairing: din djarin x reader

warning: 18+, not all that descriptive, but ya know: fingering? still working on writing smut.

a/n: i had to write a little thingy once i saw this gif. Im still not okay.

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You can’t look away. Every glance takes you back to the memories you cherish everyday.

You stare at your partner’s bare hands as he twirls one of his many blasters while the two of you wait until arriving at your next bounty.

“You just can’t stay still, can’t you Djarin.”

He catches his blaster and stops. His visor turns to you and you hear what sounds like a chuckle leave his helmet.

“You won’t let me play with you so I have to keep my hands busy.” He presses a combination of buttons on his vambrace and a hologram of the ship’s navigation pad appears. “We have two hours to go.”

Your brows furrow and you smirk at him. “I said you can’t play with me. I never said you couldn’t fuck me.”

Din lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. He abruptly stands and opens the armory - placing his blaster inside and slamming it shut. His action makes you jump and stand from your sitting position. As he takes a broad step forward, you take one step back until you hit the wall.

He encloses you between the wall and him and spins you around so your back hits his chest. He pins your hands behind your back with one hand and covers your eyes with the other.

“Are you going to be good today?” He asks you

You nod and take a deep breath. He tells you to close your eyes and face the wall. You comply and you feel your core tighten as you hear the distinctive hiss of his helmet unlatching. You hear his helmet hit the floor and his lips immediately latch onto your neck.

“Do you want to be fucked, cyar’ika?” You nod.

“You want me to take you from behind?” You nod once more.

He growls into your ear and you feel the blood rush to your face.

“I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you the way you like to be fucked.” He nibbles on your earlobe, smiling at the blush creeping on your face.

“D-Din. I need y- fuck. I need you to fuck me. P-Please.”

“Does watching me twirl my blaster around get you off? You like watching my hands, don’t you?”

You eagerly nod. “Yes. Yes, Din. I love watching your hands work. I love your fingers. Esp-Especially… fuck.”

You let out a moan when you feel Din let his bare hand slide into your pants and slide your intimates aside. He plays with you, but still not slipping inside.

“Especially what, cyare?” He smirks seeing you so vulnerable under his touch. The two of you started out as solo bounty hunters who decided to join forces after a tough bounty refused to get caught. You worked together more and more often and naturally, it blossomed to this. To you and Din ending up naked, out of breath, in each other's bed.

The two of you understood each other very well and knew what one another needed - space or pleasure.

“Especially when you finger me, Din.”

“You’re in for more than a fingering tonight. I’ve been very stressed as of late.”

“That makes two of us. N-Now… please stop playing and fuck me.”

You just remember being kissed on the temple and thrown over his shoulder. You were definitely in for a long night.

ugh din deserves the world and more. thank you for sharing 😭❤️

Hey boo!! I have a headcannon idea for you, based on something that I had reblogged actually but wanted to get your thoughts on.... Din and hair washing? - @remmysbounty

Showering with Din headcanons

Pairing- Din Djarin x reader (gender-neutral I think, but let me know if I slipped up anywhere)

Warnings- 18+ just to be safe, though there’s nothing even close to explicit just some kissing, Non-sexual nudity and mentions of an injury/ mentions of blood

A/N- Uhhh this got away from me. I swear there’s some hair washing in there somewhere. Most of it’s under the cut because it ended up being like 1k long.

Want to request some headcanons? Drop your requests in my askbox! I’m accepting requests for most Pedro characters, I’ll also do multiple-character hc’s if you don’t wanna limit yourself to just one character.

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You and Din showering together is not something that usually happens.

The two of you have been together for a while and married for a few months now, so it’s not an issue of you seeing his face. He already regularly removes the helmet whenever it’s just you and the kid around.

But the ‘fresher on the ship is cramped enough with just one person in there and Din never tends to spend more than a few minutes in the shower anyway. It’s just a necessity to him, something that needs to be done, not something to be enjoyed.

You wonder sometimes when the last time he actually let himself relax and relish in the feeling of warm water running over his tired muscles was.

Things change when he comes back from a job one day clutching his bloodied shoulder.

The pauldrons provide a lot of protection, but the bounty had caught him off guard and got in a lucky shot with a vibroblade leaving Din with a nasty stab wound.

He lets you patch him up, offering you a quick “thank you cyar’ika” when you’re finished before he’s rushing off, shrugging off your offers to help.

He’s desperate to wash away the sweat, blood, and dirt from a tough job and heads straight for the shower.

It doesn’t take him very long to realize he can’t really lift his arm and that it’s going to cause some problems.

When you knock on the ‘fresher door some time later, having just put Grogu down for a nap, Din is still struggling with his armor.

You hadn’t been checking on him exactly… but he’d been gone a while and when you had walked past you heard the muttered curses followed by a loud crash.

Knowing he would never outright ask for help, you decided it was time to intervene.

“Din, love.” You call letting your head fall against the cool metal of the door, “Let me help you, please?”

He doesn’t say anything, but you’re sure you hear a heavy sigh from behind the metal separating the two of you.

You jump back quickly so you don’t fall forward when the door you had been leaning against opens without warning.

He’s standing in front of you looking utterly defeated, still fully clothed except for the one pauldron you had removed so you could pull the edge of his shirt down enough to treat his wounded shoulder.

“I can’t-” He tries to gesture with his injured arm, but winces, quickly dropping it back to his side, “The armor.”

You nod in understanding, “I know.”

The door slides shut behind you when you step into the tiny room. You start with the remaining pauldron, setting that aside in the corner of the room before removing the chest plate.

The biggest challenge comes with removing his shirt without jostling his shoulder too much. It takes a lot of careful maneuvering, but you manage in the end and it’s added to the growing pile of clothing and armor in the corner.

Once Din is under the steady stream of water you strip down from your own clothes before joining him.

Judging by the way he tenses when you wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a light kiss to the spot between his shoulder blades, you don’t think he was expecting you to stay.

He relaxes a second later when he realizes it’s just you.

It’s cramped, just as you had expected it to be, but it’s not unbearable- especially when you’re pressed so close to Din anyway.  

You stand there like that for a little while, letting the water soak you both, until Din reaches for the shampoo bottle with his good arm.

You reach around him taking it from his hands before he’s even had a chance to take the cap off, “let me.”

“I still have one good arm you know?” He teases, but he’s quickly silenced when you run your fingers through his hair, working the shampoo through the curls and scratching at his scalp lightly.

You can’t see his face, but you’re sure from the contented hum he lets out and the way his whole body relaxes that he’s enjoying this a lot more than he’ll ever let on.

You’re about to tell him to step forward into the stream of water from the showerhead to rinse the soap from his hair, but as soon as your movements stop he reaches back with one hand and catches your wrist.

“Don’t stop.” He mumbles, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of the water splashing against the floor.

You chuckle, but continue raking your hands through his hair as requested. This is the most relaxed you think you’ve seen him in weeks, surely a little longer won’t hurt.

Eventually, you do convince him to let you stop so you can finish washing his hair and then help him scrub the lingering dried blood and general grime that has built up over the course of the day from his skin.

As soon as you set the bar of soap down he has an arm wrapped around you, just as you had done to him earlier only this time you’re facing one another.

You lean in to press a soft kiss against his lips which he returns, instantly deepening it as he presses himself impossibly closer in the tiny space.

“We’re going to use up all the hot water soon.” You say between another kiss.

He groans letting his forehead rest against yours. He knows you’re right, he just isn’t ready to let you go just yet.

You give him one more kiss before you manage to wiggle out of his hold, calling a “come on.” over your shoulder as you step out of the shower leaving him to switch off the water.

He lingers for a second, watching as you pull a towel around yourself before grabbing another which you hold out in his direction, raising your eyebrows at him in a silent question of ‘so? Are you going to join me or what?’

He smiles fondly at you before shutting off the water and stepping out of the shower. He takes the towel you hand him, pressing a kiss to your forehead as a gesture of thanks as he wraps it around his waist.

Showers are much more enjoyable when you join him he decides.

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No taglists because I wasn’t sure if you guys would wanna be tagged in hc’s?

thank you sm 🥺❤️💜 my heart cannot take it 😭

buckles | marcus moreno

pairing: marcus moreno x f!reader

warnings: 18+ SMUT - touching, fingering, oral (m+f receiving), sneaky and unprotected sex, PinV penetration

a/n: part two of suits. it’s my first time writing smut so pls pls pls enjoy.

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suits | buckles

“Alright Marcus, you can take a look and see if you like it. If there’s anything you don’t like, we can alter it.” 

“Thanks, Tilly. It fits pretty well. Mind if I keep it on for a while? See how it moves?”

You smile hearing your fiancé suggest wanting to keep on the new suit. You knew exactly what was going to happen when you caught a glimpse of a glint of mischief that flashed in your fiancé’s eyes. You thank and big farewell to Tilly, the new design department’s intern, as she beams a smile in your direction and a shy wave. The girl was very sweet, but you didn’t miss the way she looked at Marcus. She harbored a crush for your Marcus, but you didn’t mind it - it was hard not to have a crush on Marcus. It was merely a schoolgirl crush.

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