This Is The First Character (and Man) That Has Had Me By The Emotional Balls For Longer Than Three Months.

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I'm so glad you're here!! Welcome!! I haven't mentioned my new Tumblr account on AO3 so I'm so glad you found me in the meantime!! I'm definitely dropping this story tomorrow, I just need to do a quick edit!

Work kicked my ass today, I've honestly looking forward to bed since 6 P.M but had enough energy to come on and say thank you for your support and I'm so excited for you to read this second part ❤️

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The heat and work have kicked my ass these past few days, but I'm hoping to drop my next fic either tonight or tomorrow! Friday at the absolute latest! Here's a sneak peek of the art for those who are interested!

I’ve got some. gripes. with the s3 mando finale. 

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The Middle Part 1: Preview

A non-canon blurb from The Before and After universe.

Din is not a smart man. Never claimed to be, and would reluctantly accept any compliments that would argue against the fact. Yes, he was intelligent in the ways that mattered within his job. But outside of being multi-lingual, a weapon expert, tracking master, and skilled fighter; Din was not a smart man.

If he were a smart man, he would have noticed the way you had been acting odd all week leading up to him going off for a week on a job. If he were a smart man, he would have noticed the way you looked at him more intently with that mischievous look in your eyes when you had something planned. If he were a smart man, he would have picked up on the tone in your voice when you had commed him the moment he returned to Jakku. And if he were a smart man, he would have noticed the flower petals on the floor the moment he walked into your shared home or even picked up on the sound of moaning when he had entered the bedroom looking for you and hell-bent on having a long, hot shower.

But Din is not a smart man.

To be released on Friday, February 10th.

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Day 2: Keep Me Close (Cockwarming)

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Set between the First and Second Season of The Mandalorian

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: When guilt strikes, the reader takes it upon herself to remind Din that there will always be ways to enjoy one another's presence even after a long and tiring day.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: established relationship, unprotected sex, fluff and smut paired with hurt and comfort

Word Count: 1501

You knew when you had signed up to be a scout, life would become immensely difficult. It took a certain soul to chart the stars for new hyperspace routes, explore unknown planetary regions, and navigate virgin patches of new worlds that many have seen but few have ever touched whether out of fear for Wild Space or respect for what may or may not be out there. 

You knew when you had agreed to follow the Mandalorian and his green ward into the Unknown Regions on their own journey that life would become complicated. The toughness of your job translated over to his well enough to where any violence rarely caught you off guard, and your knowledge and skills paired with the warrior’s upbringing were a complimentary mess of blaster residue and star drafts.

You weren’t sure when it had started or how, but the feelings you didn't even know you had for The Mandalorian metamorphosed into something deeper somewhere between the cantina fights and never-ending nights on undocumented planets. Somewhere along the way, the stars you were hired to chart had found their way into the reflection of the warrior's armor. And somewhere along the way, caught up in staring at the blinking lights twinkling in beskar, you had looked up to find the visor in which the universe the stars belonged to stared back. 

Gentle touches, lingering stares, and hushed voices deep into the night on backwater planets and in the hull of The Crest filled your heart with a love you thought had been reserved only for your family and work. Your first time together had been a heated moment where clothes were shifted enough to get the job done, but later the warrior treated you to hours of the most tender sex under a bright moon while the child slept safely aboard the ship. 

You knew your relationship with the Mandalorian was going to be complicated, but you hadn’t predicted how immensely difficult it would be to keep up between being full-time parents to Grogu, picking up jobs to feed the three of you, and balancing two different careers despite living aboard the same ship. 

The tender moments you had at the budding of your relationship were still there, but spaced out due to bad timing and exhaustion. When you had a moment to yourselves, it was almost overwhelming trying to decide how to spend that moment. Do you get lost in each others' bodies? Nap? Spend time together alone that didn’t involve dirty cantinas or shootouts or patching up wounds? 

Regardless, exhaustion always won out and you’d sleep long and deep knowing the world was on pause. Even if it was for just for a few hours. But you missed Din. And you could feel the same ache he had with you, but tailored with guilt and remorse for breaking unspoken promises and expectations. The weight of the galaxy sat on his broad shoulders, and any verbal attempt to reassure him fell on distracted ears. 

The bounty Din was currently hunting was supposed to take two, maybe three days tops. But when nearly two weeks rolled by, stretched thin like your worry for the man, you couldn’t help but fear the worst. It was in those moments that doubt and guilt weighed down on your own shoulders, wondering if your relationship demanded too much of him when life already demanded enough as is.

You were on your feet the moment the ramp hissed and lowered itself, the relieved sigh you let out taken back when you witnessed just how exhausted your warrior was. His stride was slow as if he were wading through thick mud and not up the flat incline to his ship. His shoulders were somehow both lifted in stress and drooping with fatigue, and he had very little care for the unconscious body he dragged behind him. 

You didn’t miss the way his body wavered after throwing the quarry into the carbonite chamber, or the sway in his steps as he made his way over to Grogu’s pram and gently stroked his sleeping son’s ear before turning to you. You didn't miss how his head nearly dropped as he lowered his helmet to your forehead in a keldabe kiss, or the weakness in his grip as his hands rested on your hips. 

You could feel the fatigue, the frustration, the guilt, and the shame rolling off of him in waves; in the weakened way his hands tightened on your hips and how he’s stubbornly ignoring his body to try to show you an ounce of the affection he had for you. Your heart ached for this man.

You gently pried his hands off of your hips and led him to his bunk, guiding him to sit. Din lifts his hands as if to find your hips again but you gently swat them away, opting to take off his armor piece by piece instead. You ignored the way Din stared, and you refused to answer the unspoken question that weighed heavily in the air. You took each piece of beskar off as if it were your own, showing the metal the respect it both deserved and earned for keeping Din alive all these years.  

When the armor was off, sans helmet, you kneeled in front of Din and used your shoulders to spread his legs open. Your hand found his crotch and you gently rubbed at it through his flight suit, the other hand untying the laces of his boots and sliding them off, not once allowing your eyes to stray from his helmet. When he was hard under your hand and his boots and socks were off, you stood, ignoring the way your knees popped. 

You reached out to Din just as he had and found the hidden zippers in his suit, peeling off the layers until The Mandalorian before you revealed the man underneath the armor. A strong body of flesh marred with scars and softened with age, a body you knew every inch of intimately. Your eyes grazed over his body and landed on his now hard member, leaking and red and asking for attention. 

With a roll of your shoulders, you slipped off your own clothing with far less grace than you had reserved for Din's armor and reached out to the man once you were as naked as he was. With one knee on the bunk, a shaky hand rested on your belly. You clasped your hand over Din's, rubbing soothing circles into the skin. Despite his state of arousal, you hadn't noticed the way his body curled slightly with insecurity and that same exhaustion that had been plaguing him for far too long. 

"Meshla, I... I'm sorry, I can't, I-... I'm so tired..." Din's helmet tilted away and the way his voice cracked at the end broke your heart. You patted his hand and brushed it aside, the limb sliding down and falling to the bunk with little fight.

"It's okay, Din. I'm not asking that of you. Not tonight. I just want to remind you that you'll always have me and that I just want to be as close to you in any way I can. Okay?"

"Okay," his voice croaked after a pause.

You climbed into the bunk with him, encouraging him further in until his feet were safely in the confines of the sleeping quarters. Once satisfied that his comfort was met, you positioned yourself over his erection and slid down. Din's moan was deep and long, your own fingers splaying on his chest rumbled with the sound deep in his chest. You dragged your fingers down to his stomach right above the base of his cock, then up again in a soothing way that had Din replacing his moan with a longing sigh. A sound you missed dearly.

Ensuring he was tucked deep in your core, you shifted and sprawled yourself over the man like a blanket, burying your face into his chest. Din's arms wrapped around you a moment later and you didn't put up a fight when he rolled the two of you onto your sides, hiking your leg over his hip and burying his helmet into your neck. Once satisfied your comfort was met, Din wrapped his arms tightly around you and squeezed you close to where you weren't sure where you started and he ended. But you wouldn't trade that for the world.

Being a scout was hard, and being the partner of a Mandalorian was difficult, but it was all worth it to be close to the man who had given you a home to return to and a family you had always wanted. You knew one-day things will slow down, that your jobs won't demand as much and Grogu will be returned to his kind. But until then, you're happy to take and give what you can, and enjoy the warm moments of closeness that not even Wild Space or cantina shootouts could ever take away from you. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Ah, yisssss day 2 is complete. I think I can post one or two more in the next 24 hours but I'm slowly catching up. Days may be switched, and to be inclusive these kink prompts will be friendly to readers who are/were AFAB, AMAB, or gender-neutral.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

i love you people who hold doors i love you people who let others pass on the driveway i love you people who make funny faces at babies i love you people who pick up litter i love you people who say please and thank you i love you people patient with service workers i love you people who share an umbrella i love you people who are casually kind

FIC/LIFE UPDATE

Howdy, everyone!

I'm so sorry for the lack of fics lately! If you saw my vent post a few days ago, you'd know I've been traveling for my best friend's wedding this past weekend. Between the time difference, going right back to work the next day, throwing out my back, and dealing with horrible Airbnb hosts dragging me to pay $130 more for damages my sister and I didn't do, I've been exhausted. To put it lightly.

But I wanted everyone to know that I'll update my "Upcoming Fics" list to get everyone excited about what I have been working on and when to expect more stories for the Mando and Prospect fandom! I appreciate everyone's patience while I reacquaint myself with my rodeo and deal with my Airbnb nightmare, I just need one day to sleep and I'll be fully recharged and ready to yeehaw again.

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KINKTOBER 2022

Due to my current obsession being Mando, I'm dedicating the whole list to just Din. Sorry, everyone. I love Ezra but I felt weird only writing for two men instead of more, but I don't feel as strongly about other characters as I do with Din so I don't want anyone to get their expectations or hopes up.

But for now, if you're a slut for Din like me, enjoy the upcoming fics! I may switch a few days around depending on factors or switching out the kinks but for now, this is my official list.

DAY 1: Dirty Talk (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

DAY 2: Cockwarming (Din Djarin x GN!Reader)

DAY 3: Anal (Din Djarin x M!Reader)

DAY 4: Shibari (Din Djarin x F!Reader)

DAY 5: Fucking Machine (Din Djarin x F!Reader) Part 1 | Part 2

DAY 6: Sex Pollen (Din Djarin x reader)

DAY 7: Spanking (Din Djarin x M!reader)

Continuing off of my last post, one line in this episode really bothered me. Din and Grogu’s relationship hasn’t been a factor hardly at all the whole season. It’s really nice to see it again here, but that ending could have been so much more emotional if we actually were reminded throughout of their growing bond instead of mostly relying on how the relationship was shown in the first two seasons. Sigh. But whatever, it still makes me happy to have protective Mando back.

Now, here’s what upset me. When Grogu stops Paz and Axe from fighting and Bo-Katan compliments him as a teacher, Din says something along the lines of “I didn’t teach him that.”

And I’m sorry, HUH??

The way they wrote it made it seem like it’s not just an instant of Din being humble (because let’s face it that would be too much character and not enough straight forward exposition for these writers lmao). Instead it actually implies that he didn’t learn it from Din, I don’t know whether it was meant to be referencing his training with Luke or the leadership Bo has been doing, but I absolutely hate either option.

That’s utter garbage, Din throughout the entire first two seasons has solved multiple conflicts by being a good peacekeeper, Chapter 9 was literally all about him being the one to bring together the Tuskens and Cobb’s village. If anyone has taught Grogu this, it IS Din. But if we are suppose to take that line literally, it means it’s another instance of the writing ignoring all the traits and skills Din showed up until this season to make someone else look better. Like I know it’s just one line, but that bothers me. It bothers me nothing is being given or even accredited to your main character after you had him do so much and display so many good qualities, because this story just wants you to laser focus on Bo-Katan. Din isn’t just a babysitter to Grogu who keeps him alive anymore. In the beginning of the season he was literally teaching and guiding him! I wanted that to have significance character wise and not just as a plot device for when Din got captured.

I liked getting more moments between them, I really do, but stuff like this after a season where their relationship hardly mattered just kinda makes it bittersweet honestly.