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Put your head on my shoulder…
THE MANDALORIAN: SEASON 2 ↳ MING NA WEN as FENNEC SHAND
You Deserve It (The Mandalorian x Reader) [SMUT]
hello!!!! this is my first fic for this fandom (and of course it had to be smut lmao)
based off of a drabble by @mandadoration and probably an ask sent to @zeldasayer (i love both of them please check them out!!!!)
so anyway:
summary: You are a mechanic for the famed Mandalorian, but in a typical hyperdrive jump, your relationship changes. (porn w/o plot…yeah)
warnings: smut, cockwarming, swearing (obvs), breeding kink if u squint
lmk if u want to be tagged in future things!! i have a few in planning rn and more on the way!!!!
here it is on ao3!!
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The Mandalorian was sitting in the captain’s chair when you returned from putting the child to sleep in the hull. You sighed and plopped into the copilot’s seat. Mando hired you as a mechanic for his hunk of junk he called his ship, but inevitably you turned into a jack-of-all-trades with the kid and the bounty hunters after it. You two were now heading for one of Mando’s contacts who could offer a haven for a couple of days.
“Kid’s asleep,” you said, propping your legs over the armrests of the seat. “You need me for anything?” You let your head fall against the back of the chair. It had been a long day and all you wanted to do was fall into your cot down in the hull and sleep through the hyperdrive jump.
“Yeah,” Mando grunted from the control panel. “Take off your clothes.”
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UNDER THE CRIMSON MOON
You have your period and feel gross. Boba Fett wants to fuck. A little blood never stopped the greatest bounty hunter in the galaxy from doing his job, and doing it damn well.
Pairings: Boba Fett x Cis Female Reader
Warnings: explicit sexual content, menstrual sex, blood play/kink, unprotected penetrative (PiV) sex, praise kink, age play (pet names), degradation kink, thigh riding, light choking, cockwarming, hints of dom/sub if you squint
Rating: Explicit • 18+
Word count: 7.2k
Author’s Note: Here it is, my very first publicly posted fic! This started off as a collection of thirsty personal drabbles that were never supposed to see the light of day, but… well, here we are. What do you do with a B.A. in English? …This filthy shit, apparently. But anyway, Boba Fett fucks and he’s a mean bastard. He just wants to make his lady feel good more than anything else, though. I love the grouchy green bucket man, this is incredibly self-indulgent, and I am not sorry in the least bit (even though I should be). I obviously need an exorcism. You’ve been warned. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!
Additional note: This work involves menstruation as a kink, and general talk of the menstrual cycle. Therefore, the reader here is considered to be cisgender female. Otherwise, there is no descriptive detail (weight, hair color/type, eye color, race, religion, etc.) pertaining to the reader. I have tried to make this story as inclusive as possible, despite the subject matter that this fic revolves around. Thanks very much!
Also posted on Archive of Our Own here - please consider leaving kudos there as well!
HAPPY FETT FEBRUARY, Y’ALL. 🤪🚀💚
Tag list: @theminnow @ladyjenny19 @samrubio @bigdickdindjarin @batmans-boobies
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Okay so we’re going back a generation to daddy #1. Jango Fett. And I bet this man has a breeding kink baby!! Imagine that you’re like a nanny to little Boba on Kamino while Jango is off hunting, and he sees how much you take care of Boba.
Maybe little Boba calls you mom here and there. The first time it happens Jango is so caught off guard. Just starting back and forth between you and Boba. You just shrug because you’ve tried to tell him you’re not his mom but you love his as your own either way, but boba just isn’t having it. He sees you as mom and that’s that. Jango starts to become use to it. He starts to fantasizes the three of you as a family.
One day he’s talking to Boba and refers to you as “your mother”. He stops dead in his tracks, slowly looks up at you only to find you smirking back at him from across the room. From then on his sweet romantic fantasies turn erotic. He thinks about making babies this you. How he want to breed you. Keep you full all the time. How you’d look pregnant with his kid. As soon as he got the okay that you could have sex again you better believe he’s putting another baby in you. So yea. That’s been on my mind lol. Would love to hear your thots on this. Love you!! 😘😘😘
Paid nanny promoted to baby mama ;)
Okay but seriously I LOVE this 😭😭 daddy Jango would just. NEED to keep you full and pregnant all the time 🥺 nothing gets him harder than seeing your womb swelled with his child and you can bet your ass he’s going to be praising you and showering you in all the love and affection and orgasms that you could possibly want.
Can we also take a good second to talk about baby making sex with Jango???? He’s gonna be hitting it so deep and primal and I’m willing to bet that he’s gonna run his mouth off to you. Telling you all the dirty things running through his mind (I don’t see jango being as degrading as boba though, I can see him praising you, telling you how sexy you look, how incredible you make him feel). How all he can think about is knocking you up, and keeping you that way until he’s satisfied that you have enough children 😭
Imagine him filling you up multiple times per session, fingers slick with the mixture of both of your cum, clumsily between your legs as you orgasm for.. you’d lost track of how many times. But Jango is desperate for you to cum as many times as he can will you to, drunk on the feeling of your cunt around his cock and maybe the orgasms will get you knocked up faster? Picture all the sloppy kisses down your neck and him sucking those thicc lips along the junction of your shoulder while he loses his fucking mind 😩
I would go on but fuckkk 😩😩😩 in short, baby daddy jango got me fucked. UP.
FILLED | Wrecker x Reader
Rating: Explicit 18+
Pairing: Wrecker x AFAB!Reader (no use of Y/N)
Word Count: 1.4k
Warnings: penetrative sex (p in v), sex against a wall, size kink, stomach bulge, size difference, creampie, come inflation, exaggerated sexual acts, don’t look at me
A/N: just another fic exposing my size kink. this is self-indulgence at its finest. pure filth, which means certain aspects of this have been dramatized. thank u @pala-din-djarin for feeding my debauchery ily the world may shun us but at least we have each other 💕
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Happy birthday to me, from me. 5 star wars/mandalorian popsockets and one non star wars one. The jedi symbol glows in the dark. My phone is currently sporting the jedi symbol and grogu eating a cookie💙😅 they make me so happy🥰
@latenightsthoughtsnstuff brought up how the would boys sneak in to a sleepover and make sure you have a good time (but not get caught). Like you’re dating one of the boys and they have to see you. This is a topic I’m very passionate about.
Listen, Din is shy in public. But in private he’s…. naughty. He’d call you in that raspy voice, saying, “I need to see you, cyare.” And you know manz got it bad. He’s desperate and making up for lost time. I imagine the sleepover is kind of a campsite, with everyone in a forest around a campfire. You disappear into the woods for a little loving.
Obi-Wan would be way less assertive but kind of like “hey 👉👈 i’m here if u want”
The clones are SO used to sneaking around for this kind of stuff. They know how to be quiet after living in such close quarters and can get you off real quick. They’ve had way too much practice with this.
Boba is full on just kidnapping you for a dick appointment. You’re not coming back. “Bye guys ✌️” - you to your friends
Adam Driver as Ben Solo in THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (2019)
Did lighting study of one of the sexiest scenes I had the honours of watching
Imagine... Din using... the Darksaber... in The Book of Boba Fett.................
The Mandalorian
Art by Rich Davies || IG
Daily Thots: Paz Vizsla Edition Pt. 2
Here’s Part 2 of my Paz Vizsla Brat Tamer Extraordinaire! You can find Part 1 here ☺️
You head off to the center room of the covert, searching for someone specific
You find him, speaking with the Armorer about his pauldrons, needing to get his signet etched on them
You saunter over, swinging your hips knowing this moment couldn’t be any more perfect then it was already
“Djarin,” you purr, voice dropping an octave, “how’re you today?”
His head rears back a little, confused and surprised
(Like I said. Everyone knew you and Paz were a thing)
“I, uhh, guess I’m good. How are you?” He responds, trying to be polite
You hear a small huff come from the Armorers helmet and you suppose she probably knows the game you’re playing
But poor, sweet, Din doesn’t have a fucking clue
You run your fingers along his pauldrons, marking the places on them you think would be perfect for a signet
“Here, maybe? Or how about here?? I think it would look good no matter where you put it, Din,” you coo, batting your eyelashes at him
You’ve got a hand wrapped around his biceps and a hand tangled in the neck of his cowl when Paz finds you
His voice booms from the door, full of rage and annoyance
He didn’t expect you to take it this far and the fact that you have pisses him off and turns him on at the same time
He’s going to come up with a good fucking punishment for his disobedient little brat
“Djarin. Why are my girls hands all over you?” He snarls and you momentarily feel bad you dragged Din into your little game
But then Paz disregards you again, pushing you out of the way to grab Din
“Look, I don’t know. She came in here and started talking to me”
Paz growls, low and threatening and you roll your eyes at him
“If you have an issue with someone, have an issue with me,” you snap at him, tone aggressive and full of annoyance
“I came onto him, trying to get him to take me back to his room since you won’t,”
The Armorer chuckles fully at that and Paz’s visor snaps to you, attention fully on you for the first time all day
“What did you say, little one?” He’s deadly serious now, pissed and intimidating
You open your mouth to repeat your words but he hauls you up and over his shoulder before you get to speak
He stalks off, heading towards his own chambers in the back of the covert and you know you’re in for it
He flops you on the bed, as his hard, Beskar-covered body crawls over yours
“Did you need Daddy’s attention that bad? You needed to flirt with Din Djarin of all people?” He spits the name out of his mouth like it’s poison and you nod at him
“I told you, I need you and you ignored me,” you pout, lower lip sticking out
“Well you have it now, baby. But now I have to punish you for being a brat.”
He hauls you back off the bed, yanking your trousers down as well as your underclothes.
“Since this is your first real punishment, we’ll go easy. But be mindful that if you disobey again, I’ll be harder on you. I’m going to spank this pretty ass five times and you’re going to count them out loud for Daddy,”
He lays you over his strong thighs, ass up in the air as he massages the skin between his palms.
The first one catches you completely off guard, the size of his hands encompassing nearly your entire asscheek.
You cry out for him, forgetting entirely that you’re supposed to count until he prompts you.
“One”
His hand comes down hard on the other cheek and you cry out again, squeaking out a number 2 as your ass glows redhot
Again, his hand come down hard on the skin, this time stinging even worse than before from your previous spanks
“Three” you cry out, pussy clenching and surely dripping wet
Paz must read your thoughts, fingers swiping through your folds and he chuckles to himself
“Little one, you must like being spanked, this pussy is kriffing soaking for Daddy,”
The fourth spank comes without warning and you nearly forget to count it out, grinding the number out of your throat as you try not to moan
“Four”
The fifth spank you completely underestimate and Paz chuckles as you jump on his lap and spread your legs wider for him
It lands directly on your pussy, fingers glancing over your clit as you freely moan this time
“Took your punishment good baby, do you think you deserve a reward?” Paz asks, shuffling you so you’re facing him in his lap
You nod, ass glowing red and hot to the touch, pussy soaking wet.
“Daddy thinks so too baby, take your top off and I’ll reward you,” he promises, his armor clanking as he drops you on the bed and removes it
And reward you he does, making you come on his cock over and over again until you’re spent and sated across his chest
You giggle to yourself as you catch your breath, and he asks you what’s so funny
“If you fuck me like that, I might have to be a brat more often,” and you don’t miss the huff of amusement that comes from under his bucket
Tags: @tibbietibbs @ahoeformando @keeper-of-the-sarlacc-pit @adonishxney @zombiexbody @fuckyeahbeskar @bvcketfvcker @sammiesweet @latenightsthoughtsnstuff @ladyjenny19 @darthmama1618
Miss You
Firstly, thank you so much for the love and enjoying the little preview. I am feeling slightly better, I think real life stress was getting the better of me and with lock-down rules constantly changing it just became a bit much, haha.
Since everyone was so amazing I wanted to gift you with the completed version :D
Summary: Reader has been feeling lonely and lost since the capture of Grogu. With Din being solely focused on looking for him he has overlooked those in front of him. Step up Boba to help you and to also show Din how much you've missed him.
Warnings: Explicit 18+, Unprotected Sex, Slight Sad Thoughts
"That blaster is going to disappear if you clean it anymore, cyar'ika"
Your hands froze as you lifted your head to look up at your host who had been kind enough to take you and Din in when the child was taken.
"Sorry, I wasn't really paying attention."
Boba Fett sat down on the container that you were on, "A woman with a blaster in her hand, not paying attention, I know how that scenario ends all too well."
You allowed a small smile to form on your face as you double checked that the safety was on and placed the blaster down next to you.
“So, care to explain to me why you have been down here for the past few hours?”
“I was just bored,” you lied, keeping your eyes glued onto your lap.
“I never thought anyone who had to travel with me would be boring.”
You bit your lower lip, trying not to let your emotions show but Boba was no idiot.
“How about you tell me what is actually wrong?”
You rubbed your hands nervously over your thighs back and forth, “It is Din and Grogu,” you whispered, “I feel like I have failed Din by not being able to protect him.”
Boba grabbed your hand to stop your annoying movements, “None of us could, this burden isn’t yours alone.”
You ran your other hand through your hair, frustrated looking up at the metal ceiling, “I know,” you tried to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat, “It’s just, I think maybe a part of Din feels that I am. He hasn’t been really talkative lately, and I know he is absolutely terrified for him and so am I but,” you actually gripped his hand harder. Somehow Boba being there gave you the strength to continue.
When Boba had met the both of you and offered to aid you in getting Grogu back he didn’t say a word or judged you two. He didn’t question Din’s way but through that Din was actually comfortable taking it off around him too. He even could crack a joke here and there and he used the same pet names on you as Din did. Din said it was because it was kinda a way of showing they were now a pact or something, you still couldn’t fully grasp all the ways Din followed.
Boba’s appearance didn’t frighten you or revolt you as he had initially thought. You had heard rumours about how he had looked before but you couldn’t expect a man to look his best after defeating death.
“But?”
“But...I need him to know I am there for him and I need him too,” you whimpered, “I just want him to hold me, I want to feel him close to me again. He barely sleeps, I am usually eating alone and it just hurts so much,” you couldn’t fight a few tears that had fallen, “I miss him,”
You sniffled and cleared away the tears, “I am sorry, I am probably sounding horribly selfish,”
Boba tilted your chin to look at him, his brown eyes showed compassion and concern, “Princess, I see how you take care of him, hell you immediately decided to take care of Fennec and I in whichever way you could and you owe us nothing.”
He shifted closer to you, you took in the warmth of his body and noticed just how much wider he was then Din. His muscles hardened with age, slightly soft in some areas but it made him...him. You leaned in closer to him, “I just need to feel wanted and whole again, even for a brief moment. Just to be in the moment, you know?”
Boba looked at you as you tried to put your argument together. You seemed so lost and unfortunately he didn’t really know how to express through words how to help you or help others period. So, he did the only thing he thought would work. He whispered your name, shushing you as he brought one hand to your cheek and the other loosely around your waist pulling you in.
You nuzzled immediately into his hand, "Oh princess," you closed your eyes, soaking in the feeling. His hands were rougher than Din's, fingers thicker too. You knew this wasn't Din but you didn't care. Your body hurt more as you took in his heat, inhaling deeply his smelt of blaster powder and the desert.
"What has that silly Mandalorian done to you?" He leaned into you, his nose brushing against yours as his lips ghosted over you. You sighed into his touch as he left fairy light kisses on your forehead, cheeks and slowly back to your tempting lips. "Leaving a pretty little thing like you so touch starved"
You sniffled slightly as you felt the familiar ache in your chest return.
"Oh no, little one," he tilted your chin and brought his lips to yours. Your eyes widened as you felt something awaken inside you, the yearning you had been feeling melted away as you reached to pull Boba in closer. His kisses weren't as soft or gentle as Din's. Boba was a selfish lover as he nipped at your lips, demanded entrance with his tongue, his grip on your chin tight. He was clearly in control here.
You were able to pull away, your breathing ragged. You looked at with eyes glazed over
"Boba...I need you," you begged, trying to move closer to him.
"How do you need me, princess?" His mouth had wandered over your neck and down to your collarbone. His warm breath left trails of searing goosebumps as you burned for more.
You arched your back like a loth cat, mewling as you slammed back down on Boba's cock. Your body was singing as you continued to chase that high, that itch that you missed so much. Grasping onto the man below you, his low grunts urging you to go catch it. To go get the thing you deserved.
"Make me feel whole again."
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You froze when you heard the door hiss open, Boba continued to rock against you paying the new visitor no mind.
"Mesh'la what is going on here?" You barely heard Din as your pulse drummed through you and Boba's praise as he hit that soft spot inside of you.
"She was missing you," Boba responded before you could fumble your words together.
"D-Din I-"
"Show me," he rasped as his rough leather hands scratched at your breasts as he approached behind you.
You tried to lean into his body but he had already pulled away from you and sat on the couch in the room. Leaving him with a perfect view.
"Put on a pretty little show and show me how much you missed me."
You nodded to Din as you ground your hips against Boba's. Looking back at Boba, you took his large hands and placed them on your breasts. His hands nearly enveloped your chest as he gently massaged them.
"Suck, please," you purred. Boba grinned at you, deciding to make this a game to him.
"Suck on what, princess?"
"H-her nipples," Din groaned, he had removed his armor and had unzipped his flight suit and was fisting his cock.
"They are very sensitive."
Boba sat up, adjusting you on his cock plunging in deeper as he took one nipple in his mouth. His brown eyes looking at you as he sucked till it had hardened and then circled his tongue around your nipple
"I miss having you inside me, look how wet his cock is from my juices," you whimpered as you cradled Boba's head. You lifted your hips just till only the head of his cock was inside. Making sure to pause for Din to have a view and sliding back down onto him.
You heard Din groan, "Your pussy looks like it is stretched to its limit, mesh'la "
Boba ceased his ministrations on you as he flipped you onto your back. Hiking your legs higher above his waist he had a clear view of you. Pleasure coarsed up your spine and bloomed in your chest.
"She was feeling empty. I was simply more than happy to oblige," Boba purred, as he kissed you deeply again, choking a sob out of you.
"I miss being under you, feeling your weight envelop me. I miss- fuck Boba! Yes right there oh god don't stop!"
Boba had clearly become impatient and began fucking you again. Your cunt was like a vice around him and even though he had initially done it to get a quick fuck out if you, you were too precious to be taken only once.
"Come on, girl," he grunted as he kept his pace, "Why don't you remind him how you look when you cum"
You gripped his shoulders, grinning up at him as you felt the familiar tingle starting from your toes and flooding through your body. You tried to match his thrusts but your body was like jelly and you couldn't catch a rhythm.
"I'm so close," you closed your eyes, resting your forehead against his. You were in limbo, your body was weightless amongst the onslaught of Bobas movements, your chest burned with the ache you had for Din and the new found emotions for Boba, knowing that this was going to change the dynamics for good.
"Cum for him, cyar'ika," Din was now fully unclothed, standing upright near you and trying to chase his own release.
"Cum, little one. Let go. I will make sure you don't fall too hard." Boba whispered hotly in your ear, "I want to feel you."
You bit your lower lip,scrunching your face focusing on you and only you. One slight change in angle which allowed Boba to brush up against your clit was all that you needed. You threw your head back, calling Boba's name you finally reached your peak. Your breath was sucked out of you as every part of you tensed and released all at once, shuddering and fluttering around Boba
"Yes, that's my girl,what a fucking pretty sight. " Din drawled out the last words as he felt his own release, it was messy as it coated his hands and splashed up onto his stomach. He did not take notice as his seed dripped onto the floor, as he was too entranced by the two of you.
"Beautiful," Boba murmured into your soft, now tangled locks. "Where do you want me, princess?"
"Inside," Din responded for you. You looked at Din, slightly surprised but you could see that he was enjoying the show quite a bit.
You turned to look at Boba, "Inside, please. I need you to fill me."
Boba did not need to be told a third time as his thrusts were wavering, slamming particularly harsh into you before releasing deep inside. Din could see the throb of his cock as he pumped into you, you moaning at every pulse.
Boba rested his head on your chest, your hearts beating erratically together. You held him close, tracing softly along his back, praising him for how amazing it felt. With one last kiss, he slid out of you.
"I think she has one more in her, don't you think, Din?" He asked, as he sat up and swung to the foot of the cot.
You looked at Din through thick lashes, as you held out your hand to him. He took it, bringing it to his face, rubbing it along his stubble, kissing it softly as he leaned over you, never letting go.
“I am sorry, cyar'ika,” he whispered as he kissed your lashes, his voice trembling.
You pulled him close, as he aligned himself with you, sheathing himself within you. You felt the tears at the corner of your eyes, “No Din,” you half moaned, half sobbed, “I am sorry,”
He fit perfectly, he wasn’t as wide as Boba but he was able to reach those places that no one could before him.
You both became one, your limbs intertwining with each other. Gifting each other with kisses, chasing away each other’s tears. Words did not need to be said in this moment for how you two had missed this moment so much. The ache in both your hearts resided as you retraced every known scar, dip in your bodies and every little birthmark.
His rough stubble against your neck as he panted against you, trying to pull you down into another release, grounded you. It was a reminder that he was still here and he had not left you. His hands around your back pressing into him as he brought you both to your peaks was a silent promise that he was going to try to be there for you, always.
You arched your back, crying out as that familiar feeling quickly returned. You felt Boba stroke your hair as he whispered for you to cum.
He looked up at Din, “Remind her what she has been missing, Mando,” he ordered, “Claim her as yours again.”
Din sputtered and cursed a ‘yes, sir,’ as he finished inside you as you came one last time. Being already full thanks to Boba this one was messy as your juices easily dripped out of you as Din gently thrusted to come down from his high.
He collapsed in your arms, kissing the dip in your collarbone, thanking you and apologizing all at once.
“With the Child being gone, I got so focused...” he explained as you stroked his messy locks, kissing him between words.
“Din, it is alright. We will bring him back.” You whispered into his hair, inhaling deeply taking in his scent.
Din sat up from you, laughing as you winced slightly as he pulled out.
“A bit much?”
You shook your head, smiling.
Boba had left for the refresher coming back with two damp towels. He threw one at Din and then gently cleaned up the mess between your legs being extra careful around your swollen lips.
Din cleaned himself and tossed it to the side. You looked at both men as you got up and unfolded the extra cot. Without a word you rearranged the bedrolls so your back wouldn't dig into the metal edges between the two.
You looked at Boba as Din was putting on some sleeping pants.
"Stay, Boba. Please."
Boba and Din kinda gave each other a look, you weren't sure what was going on between the two but it seemed like they were trying to figure this whole new dynamic out.
"I sleep on the left," they both said at the same time.
"Respect your elders, Din," Boba argued.
“This is my room,” Din spat back.
"And my ship!"
Boba dimmed the lights as Din got in (he got the right side btw) and Boba followed after. You pressed your back up against Boba holding his hand that he draped over your waist. You felt the rise and fall of his broad chest against your bareback. You gave him a soft kiss as Din placed you on slightly his chest, your other hand in his.
You flopped onto the now larger makeshift cot, "Both of you can sleep on the floor for all I care," as you curled up under the blankets, “I am going to sleep.”
Din and Boba stopped as they saw your small form in bed.
You felt yourself finally drifting off, “Thank you,” you whispered, pulling the two boys closer to you. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was both of them placing soft kisses on your head and murmuring words of promises to never let you feel alone again.
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The King of Mand'alor👑
Din Djarin appreciation 06/—
Din + hands (#for science)
bonus:
(Via shinzchang)
One Hell of a Bargain
Summary: Din Darin is a bounty hunter of souls and was tasked of bringing you in...well cold. Something happens where two make a bargain. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this bargain would have serious consequences, dragging you into Din's world deeper than you imagined
Warning: Slight Boba x Din, mentions of death and description of car crash victims, nsfw in further chapters 😘
Hello everyone, so I came up with this idea with @ahoeformando along with some sexy professor Boba stories. This is super AU so please be nice. This has been sitting in my draft folder for two days cause I was so nervous 😂. Let me know what you think!
“Din, I have a new job for you,” Boba purred as he stroked, Din’s hair. Why he decided to keep his messy locks was beyond him. Din groaned and buried his face in his chest, acting as if he didn’t hear him.
“Don’t I do enough keeping the foundlings at bay and training the new warriors?”
Boba laughed, “You do, but her highness has personally requested you for this hunt. She is worried you are getting rusty.”
“I’ll show her rusty,” he mumbled as he rolled over onto his back next to Boba, “Fine.”
“I should warn you that things have changed quite a bit since you were last up there,”
“It’s only been 75 years, how much could have really changed?”
“You’d be surprised. Somehow these mortals have become more advanced and even more efficient in getting themselves killed. You might learn a new thing or two.”
Din sat up, removing himself from Boba’s warmth. He lazily put his pants back on and buttoned up his shirt. Running his hand through his locks, he looked over to Boba. He looked slightly older than Din; not that age meant anything to them. His wide frame took over most of the bed that he had shared with him. He was currently, casually leaning against the headboard, the sheets thrown lazily at his waist which left little room for imagination.
“Aren’t you coming, too?”
“I am not needed, it is just you, little one.”
“For someone who is so well respected with our queen, you really are lazy.”
“It is because I am so respected that I can be lazy,” Boba teased, “If you stick around with me, maybe you too can be so lucky.”
Din chuckled as he bent down to Boba, “Why do you think I really keep coming to see you?” planting a soft kiss on his lips.
Boba lightly smacked him, but didn’t pull away, “Don’t push your luck to today, kid.”
Din planted one last kiss as he strolled out of Boba’s room, making his way to the main hall to meet with his boss.
*****
“Come on, it is just a little drive it’ll be fun.”
You looked up, nervously chewing your bottom limp. Your boyfriend, Steve, of just over a year nudged your shoulder, “You’ve seen him do it a ton of times. It is perfectly safe.”
You stared at both boys, Steve and Eric. Both in their early twenties, you had just turned 19 and had hit a slight rebellious streak. Your parents hadn’t initially approved of you dating so quickly outside of highschool but you kept up with your marks and extra activities that they deemed it ok.
“Fine, but only for like a minute and then we go get ice cream like you promised.” you playfully pouted as you crossed your arms.
Steve laughed as he ruffled your hair, "Deal,"
You walked over hesitantly to the car. Dawned in an obnoxious yellow, the Subaru logo was blacked out. The interior was stripped to the bare minimum.
"Less weight, easier to corner." Eric had explained to you. He was a rookie track driver and was finding any excuse to talk about his car.
You sighed as you opened the back door, sliding into the back seat and buckled your seat belt immediately.
The two boys sat in front as Eric started the engine. You winced when you heard the exhaust choking slightly, you grimaced when you smelt the fumes wafting in the backseat. Eric has clearly done most of the work himself. You gripped onto the edge of your sit as you all steered out of the parking lot.
It was late in the evening, past rush hour but due to it being a weekend, there were more cars than usual.
“Umm, can’t we just give this a try in an empty parking lot?” you asked nervously, gripping the door handle, not sure what it would do.
Eric grinned at you looking back in the rear view mirror, “Don’t worry, Doll. This is a super light night”
You stifled a scream as he hit a sharp corner, bumping your head slightly on the window.
“Pft, 40 miles, this corner can totally take more.” you heard Eric casually tell you.
You gripped the seat, knuckles turning white. You tried to keep you breathing calm as the car swerved in and out of traffic. The sound of car sirens being deafened by the blood rushing to your head. You noticed another car pulling up beside yours, the same loud roar and the same stupid stickers.
"About time, now the fun can start," cheered your boyfriend.
"What?! You said this was going to be short!"
"Man you were right Steve, she is too uptight. You need to get laid, doll." Eric retorted.
Fear was replaced by anger as you banged on the headrest that your boyfriend was leaning his head on.
"I want out. Now! This isn't fucking funny!" you screamed as the car downshifted and pulled around a corner hard, throwing you back onto the seat.
“Oh shit the cops!” you felt Eric slam on the breaks, hard and the car started to reverse, “I can’t get caught again man, they already have my license,”
“They have your what?!” you yelled, looking frantically for some reassurance from your boyfriend but clearly got none.
You covered your eyes as he started to drive against traffic, begging for them to stop, to let you out, to just let the cops arrest them. You heard the sharp slamming of breaks and loud honks from the other cars as they swerved out of the way.
“Yoh man! Look out, she isn’t moving. Go left, left!”
That was the last thing you heard before your mind went blank.
**********
Din walked down the dimly lit hall. The torches flickered and danced along the reflection of the tiles. It was quiet today, as Din heard the echo of his footsteps. Usually it was bustling with other Mandalorians but as Boba said, it had been busy.
Approaching the large oak doors, Din heard a ‘Come in’ before he could even reach his hand to knock.
Din opened the heavy doors as welcomed to a site of papers thrown everywhere, half finished bottles of some strong wine or another. In the middle of the room stood, his boss, queen whatever title she decided to give herself today. In a previous life she was known as the armourer and was in charge of her guild of other tradeswomen. She was donned in her deep rouge coloured armour and short fur cape.
“Ah, Din Djarin, I was wondering when you were going to grace me with your presence.” she did not look up from her table as she walked around, looking at one form or another.
“I was told you finally have work for me,”
“I’ve always had work for you.” she responded coldly, “You were just always too good for the job.”
Din leaned against the table, arms crossed over his breastplate, “Well I am here now.”
She sighed, discarding some more papers onto the floor, “As you can see, we have been busier than usual. These humans have been doing a bang up job at getting themselves killed. We are only able to train so many recruits to go up and collect them as possible but I wouldn’t have asked you here if you weren’t my last option.”
“I am honored,” Din remarked, paying attention to the creases in his leather gloves more than her.
“Will you just come over here so we can both be done with each other?”
Din turned around, staring at a large hologram that was being projected by the data pad that was under the stacks of papers. In front of Din was a police chase that seemed to involve some tacky looking vehicle.
“Happy to see they finally advanced to faster locomotives,who knows maybe they will even reach our level of technology.”
“Pay attention, this is your target.” she zoomed in on the three individuals in the car.
“The two idiots in the front? Piece of cake, they are pretty much asking for us.”
“No, the girl in the back.” she zoomed in on a young girl, barely out of her teens, gripping the seat. Din noticed that she was screaming, her face red with tears and anger. Din couldn’t hear what was being said but it was clear she didn’t want to be there.
“It should be a simple in and out, bring her back, I have Paz on the other two.”
“You sent Paz?”
“I told you, we are short.”
Din pushed away from the table, “Fine, I’ll go. I’ll be back before dinner.”
Without even a passing glance, Din walked out of the messy room and back into the quiet hallway.
*******
You groaned, opening your eyes slightly as the asphalt ground came into view. You had a dull ache in your head as you sat up, getting your bearings together. You don’t remember what happened after the first crunch of metal hit the car in front of you but you were surprised you were in better shape than you expected.
You stood up, trying to dust the dirt off your pants and by trying, you noticed you couldn’t feel the rough denim of your pants. You also noticed that you didn't feel the solid road beneath your feet but you were clearly still standing on it.
“Ok, calm down, this is probably normal. Like shock or something,” you spoke out loud to yourself.
You called out for Steve and Eric as you walked back towards the crash. How did you end up so far away? You must’ve flown out the window or something and probably had a lucky landing. As you approached the damaged car you got a view of the severity of the accident.
The car was an accordion slammed into an SUV and the back was a heap of mangled metal. The door was completely crushed inwards with no way out. There were other cars around you that were a little rough for ware but it seemed Eric’s car took most of the damage.
“There is someone else back here!” you turned your head to the voice and noticed paramedics and firefighters surrounding the scene.
“Hurry!”
“Hey,” you called out, as you approached the firefighter, “I am fine, there was no one else in the back.” he looked over you grabbing the jaws of life and proceeded to cut the metal.
“Hey! Take care of the others you are wasting your time.”
He continued to ignore you as he had his colleagues help rip off the sliced metal, pulling it away from the car.
“Hey come on! See I told...you.” Once the firemen were out of the way you were given a full view of the back of the car. There was indeed someone in the back, a girl, close to your age. She had her arms over her head but her side was bloodied and torn from the metal that was again her. You couldn’t get a good look at her face as her hair wet with blood was stuck to her cheek.
“Get her out, put her down slowly.”
“No pulse, get a medic!”
“H-hey you,” whispered to one of the firemen, “Is she going to be ok? She was wearing her seatbelt....that saves lives, right?”
“If you haven’t noticed by now they can’t hear you.”
You whipped your head to the voice that was behind you. Before you stood someone in some weird type of armour. Their helmet covered their face entirely and you were greeted with a black T where their eyes probably were. His cape, or what assumed was a cape was dancing strangely in the wind. Looking closer it looked more like smokey shadows than actual fabric.
“Why...why not?” you croaked, seemingly losing your voice all of a sudden.
The creature sighed, placing a very human gloved hand on their forehead, seemingly annoyed, “They did get dummer, that’s for sure.”
“Excuse me?”
“The girl lying on the ground is you, sweetheart.” the apparition had a deep voice but was also soothing in some creepy way.
“M-m-me? That’s impossible, I am here, so the girl over there,” you turned around to look at the girl again, “...is me.” You stared at yourself as the paramedics were doing chest compressions on you but clearly it was no “use.
“It is time to go, I want to be back before dinner,” at this point you had decided that this thing was male.
“Go where? I am not going anywhere.”
The figure let out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, you seem nice enough so don’t make me angry. You are gone, girl, and I am here to bring you to where you will end up.”
“And where is that?”
“You’ll know when you get there.”
“That isn't an answer.” you huffed, hugging your arms over your chest as your body shook, “Are you like some grim reaper or something?”
“You could say that, sure.”
“Where is your scythe?”
“I am obviously not the grim reaper.”
“Then what are you,”
He growled placing his hands on your shoulders, obviously very irritated.
You shivered from the touch, he was freezing, the last bit of light felt like it was draining from you. You could feel his frustration as it seemed like he was trying to consume and control you.
“That isn’t for you to worry about. You will be brought down to our Kingdom and you will be one of ours.”
“So...so I am going to hell?” your vision became blurry, you couldn’t feel the tears but you assumed they were falling. “What was it? Was it sneaking out at night? Trying that joint that one time? I didn’t mean to steal the candy from the corner store when I was six, I just wanted-”
“You aren’t going to hell. The things you silly humans have come up with, I swear.”
You stared at the figure before you, he was a head and a half taller than you, you tried to puff yourself out to not feel so small as you did now.
“Then I am not going,” you decided as you pushed his hands off of you. “You can’t make me,”
“Girl, you don’t want to know the things I can get you to do.”
“I have a name! And since you won’t tell me what I have done or what or who you are. I want to go home, thank you.”
He once again placed his hands on the front of his visor and ran them down his helmet with a groan, “You know you can’t go home. I told you, you are dead.”
“Well change it.”
“What?”
“Fix it. You clearly are some sort of soul thingy person, put me back.”
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I didn’t do anything-.”
“Anything wrong, yes yes. You think that is all we base you on? You are such simple creatures.
He paced around you and back and forth, clearly trying to wrap his head around what to tell you. He turned to look at you when he heard your sniffle, “W-whatever you want from me….you can have it later.”
“Excuse me?”
“You probably need my soul or something right? Just have it later....please.”
The creature actually laughed at the mere thought that you were trying to bargain with him. He had many reasons in the past, the way others would grovel offering riches, land, knowing very little what awaited them.
You straightened yourself up, “So we have a deal, you let me live and you can have whatever you want from me.”
“I really don’t think you know what you are asking-”
“I don’t care,” you argued, your eyes glaring daggers at him, “I don’t want to die and you can fix it, there has to be something.”
The creature approached you, towering over you, his cape slowly enveloping you and him. It felt oddly warm and relaxing. He looked up and you turned your head to notice there was another one like him walking away with two boys. You couldn’t make them out from this far away.
“Fuck it.” he sighed.
“What?”
“I will help you, this one time.” You smiled excitedly at him. If you weren’t so numb from the shock you probably were crazy enough to hug him.
“But,and this will be a big but, when the time comes, you will come with me.”
You nodded, your vision becoming blurry again. “You will have my soul or whatever.”
“Whatever I want, little one. You have just made a promise with someone that you definitely don’t want to break.”
“Thank you,” you murmured.
The creature sighed and started to walk away from you. You yelled out for him and he turned around.
“How do I um...how do I get back?”
He titled his head towards your direction, “Follow the light!”
“Haha very funny.” you turned around to where your body and there actually was a light glowing around the scene, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” as you ran towards it.
You didn’t notice that the man had stayed to watch you go. Why he gave in so easily to your pleading, this was supposed to be a simple job that he royally fucked up and already knew the paperwork involved.
“Well, fuck.”
*****Ten Years Later*****
You fumbled for the door handle and keys as you giggled at the man who clearly couldn’t keep your eyes off him. The alcohol had fogged your brain and you couldn’t exactly remember his name but he was fun and he was cute. You figured you could ask later.
“C’mon,” he murmured, kissing your neck and licking your ear messily causing you to giggle as you tripped into your apartment. Large text books were thrown across your small living room, empty take out containers lined the coffee table.
"Erm," you giggled sheepishly at the man before you. He clearly didn't care as he was already trying to get your shirt off and pushing you onto your couch. His kisses were messes as his lips reached yours. You inwardly grimaced at the grossness of it all, 'it is it ok,' you assured yourself 'I just need to get laid.'
He sat up to remove his shirt but before he went back to assault your poor lips, he stopped. You looked at his face, he had gone white, the hazy glow from the beers that night gone, you felt him tremble above you.
"Who, the fuck is that?"
"Who is what?" you leaned up and turned around and saw a tall figure with a T shape visor. Black shadows dancing around him.
"I believe you should be leaving." the figure said as he walked towards the two of you.
The guy shoved on you to jump off, knocking the wind from you, "What the fuck-" you groaned, trying to catch your breath. Without even grabbing his shoes or straightening himself up he was out of your apartment.
When you finally took in a deep breath you sat back up on your couch you were faced with the figure sitting on your coffee table. His helmet mere inches from you.
"Did you miss me?"
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Title: Din’s Fantasies Rating: NC-17 Word Count: ~4k Tags: @hdlynn @princessbatears @oloreaa @phoenixhalliwell @dornish-queen (@corrupt-fvcker because you wanted to get tf dicked down and @alldatalost maybe??? 👀) Warnings: Din Djarin is Shy at first, sex, bondage, oral sex, spitting, cum eating/cum kink, titty fucking, breeding fetish, Big Meat Mando™️, Din talks a lot during sex, a hint of size kink, touch-starved Din, Din Djarin wins the gold medal in the Galactic Pussy Eating Olympics, overstimulation, PIV sex, cream pie (if you are so inclined), face-sitting, pussy worship, squirting, being inconsiderate of ones’ neighbors, and I think that’s it. I might have missed a few things but uh…gestures at list of warnings Notes: I felt bad about Din not getting to rearrange Reader’s insides. So, I wrote this shameless self-indulgent smutfest today because I am Shameless and Depraved and the thought of having every one of my internal organs permanently displaced by Din Djarin’s Big Mando Meat makes my brain no work. (Will be working on responses next. Tonight, I only have the spoons for smut.) Heather, this is dedicated to you, my angle. ;___; Pls, forgive me. If you’d like to be tagged in any future depravity, please let me know! ❤️❤️❤️ For more filth: 📚 My Master List 📚
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I am a long-time MARVEL fic writer who has fallen in love with Din Djarin and Boba Fett, so I made a whole new blog just dedicated to the Mando boys! Here is where all of my works for Din Djarin and Boba Fett are.
Din Djarin x Reader
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Home***
Inside and Out
Fooled Around
How Din would react to your verbally abusive family member
Cuun aliit morut’yc
Taking care of Bottom!Din***
Din comforting you
Boba Fett x Reader
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Keeping Company***
Allure
Promise***
My Moon***
How Boba woud react to your verbally abusive family member
Mandalorian food and making Boba feel better
Boba comforting you
Mandalorians really out here pretending to be all stoic and badass when they have the most romantic language in the galaxy.
Instead of “babe” they say “Beloved”
Instead of “I love you” they say “I hold you in my heart forever” or “I know you forever”
Instead of “I do” they say “We are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors.”
Musings
summary: Thinking you’re asleep after he’s returned from a long hunt, Din muses about you to himself. (counterpart to Reveries)
pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x gn!reader
note: This is just a little drabble born from my brain while I lay here in bed, typing away on my phone at 12:30 in the morning.
warnings: soft!din, loads of fluff
rating: G
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Marcus Pike, The Mentalist
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Fic: Grenade (100 Follower Prompt Fill)
Fandom: The Mandalorian Pairing: Din x gender neutral Reader (no Y/N) Length: 2.9k words Rating: Teen Summary: Din seems to think it doesn’t matter if he gets injured. You disagree.
Warnings: no smut in this one? Mild angst. Mentions an injury & canon-typical violence (no violence in the fic itself), and it’s implied that a character is careless with their safety because they believe they’re expendable. Reader cries a lot (but some of them are happy tears). Unbeta’d
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Notes: This is a 100 Followers Celebration prompt fill for a follower who wanted to remain anonymous and requested “mild angst where a gn!reader gets mad at Din for taking stupid risks.” (I did my best, friend, but I just couldn’t not give them a happy ending—sorry, not sorry, ‘cause Din deserves all the good things.)
This is my first attempt at a gender neutral reader, so please let me know if you notice anything amiss.
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Grogu Djarin in daddy's arms
This is so sweet.
"With a tightness in his chest, Din realized that the colorful painting in front of him was the closest he would ever get to see just how much his face was capable of lighting up whenever he laid eyes on his son."
OHHH MY HEART. 😭❤
canvas
just a little somethin’ somethin’ i felt inspired to write yesterday based on this post by @mandowhorian
imagine Din accepting a bounty for force sensitive artist reader and when he pulls up to her private studio it’s just filled of paintings of him with his mask off because she’s been getting visions of her soulmate..
word count: 1.7k
warnings: none (except for the fact that this is my first time writing anything star wars related so i just wanted to say my bad if it’s absolute f*cking swill)
After three exhausting weeks of tracking her across four different systems, Din had finally managed to locate his latest quarry. It turned out she’d been hiding on a very small moon along the outer rim that was mostly unoccupied except for a handful of villages that were scattered across its lush surface. The tiny hut she had taken refuge in was tucked away deep within the forest and nearly seven miles from the nearest settlement. It had been so well camouflaged by the nest of trees that surrounded it, that Din had almost missed it completely while stalking through the dense foliage clutching the tracking puck that was pinging loudly in his gloved hand.
He’d found her crouched over and tending to the small garden that was planted behind her secluded home, so focused in digging her small hands through the fresh soil and seemingly oblivious to his silent approach until his large shadow eclipsed her kneeling form. The sight of which caused her to turn slowly and face him, only to be greeted by a blaster pointed directly between her eyes as his low modulated voice warned:
“Don’t move.”
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