Y/N: Okay, So, Are We Fighting Or Are We Flirting? Because I’m Getting Some Mixed Signals Here.

ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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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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word count: 6k+

warnings: smut (18+ only istg): din is a switch, you heard it here first, oral (m!receiving), piv sex, a singular spank. also: spoilers but helmetless!din; brief injury and blood; me mentioning the crest despite the crest being dead (rip); language; x fem!reader

a/n: this fic means a lot to me for some peculiar reason, and i think part of the reason it took so long is because i labored over every. single. word. there’s lots of sweetness up front and then it just descends into rampant filth. let me know what you think! xoxo!

You know his body better than you know your own. When he comes to you in the night, seeking your heat, he finds you pliant and willing. In those moments—those sacred, sublime moments—you map his body with your palms. You know every rise and ridge, every scar and divot. If given the proper materials, you could sketch his form to an exact likeness. All save one key aspect. 

His face. 

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masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

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A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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My sister would not leave me alone until I made her this image. 30+ minutes of nonstop texting all for Pulpatine.

For an answer other than both, I'm gonna have to go with Unrestrained *chef's kiss*

Got me horny for that hulk flavor

okay so what's the verdict: do we like unfettered or unrestrained better?? og or hulk flavor??

i'm honestly v curious

ok so i know boba thots are meant to be kinky and all that but your last post got me thinking:

imagine Din, not having loved/be loved gets the affection and protection he deserves from both Boba and his girl. twice the lovin' for our repressed boi.

Daily Boba Thots™

28/03/2021

OH LAWD YES 😭😭😭

I’m tired again today skskd so this is going to be a short soft boba x you x din thot UwU

the first time it happens he’s like ‘what this?? i don’t understand?’ while you and boba are slowly undressing him and kissing every part of his skin as it becomes bare. praising him every time his body language says he’s feeling insecure.

“you’re gorgeous..” you’d whisper, lips ghosting over his hip bone and along the curves of the muscles lining his abdomen. din shivers when you reach a particularly ticklish spot below his armpit and then moans ever so gently when you trail your lips over a nipple.

“such pretty skin..” boba mumbles, his fingers tracing down din’s back, admiring the scars and sending goosebumps all down the younger mandalorian’s back.

boba starts to work his thumbs into the tense muscles on din’s shoulders, rubbing deep circles and drawing all the frustration and pain from the stressful day right out of din’s body.

you’ve worked your way up to din’s neck, his helmet still on and you pepper kisses all along his collarbones and neck, leaving small love marks for him to see later.

“that’s it..” boba draws out, “so good for us. nice and relaxed.”

you smile against the sensitive skin at the apex of his neck.

“exactly where you belong.”

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↳ Din and the Silhouette Challenge. x 

Put your head on my shoulder…

Din Djarin

[full masterlist]

* - nsfw 

Healing Hands: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

And He Is One With Me

Mando smut*

Garden

Mad

Are you asleep?

Flirting

Cold

Riduurok (kind of a part 2 to the flirting prompt but can stand alone)

favorite position*

edging din*

just some hcs

cutting his hair

resting on din’s lap

why do you think you have to do everything on your own (from prompt list)

din tells you what he wants*

make up sex*

a touch of love*

flustered din

making love*

din’s fantasies*

I have seriously been thinking hard about this season. I know that there are people who don’t think Din has had character growth, or has been push aside, but I totally think he has. Din has never been overly emotional. He is struggling emotionally, as evidenced by the darksaber still being heavy for him, but he does it internally. He kept going when he lost Kuil. He kept going when he lost the Crest. He didn’t even show much emotion when Grogu was taken by the Dark Troopers. He’s very stoic and to want him to struggle with his identity is a fair thing to want, it’s just not something Din is going to do visually.

I also feel that they are very purposefully setting up Bo as leader as like a misdirection, but something will happen to change that. Either Bo will…not be leader for some reason….or they will lead together. It’s just Din needs to get to the point where he can see himself as leader. He absolutely does not see himself as a leader. As far as Din is concerned his quest is done. He has his son. He has been redeemed. He is ready to live his life in the covert with Grogu. It’s always been the Armorer…and I guess Paz as like her right hand…have always been higher in status then Din. I mean when you first meet Din in season one he doesn’t even have a signet. You get the sense that his station is lower in the covert. So he is going back to that position. Or he is trying to at least. The Armorer and Bo have shown him he can lead. That other Mandalorians will listen to him. Giving Bo the saber was so smart because Ace Woves would absolutely not have followed Din. However, he would follow Bo and Bo standing up for Din will help change Axe’s mind about Din. Plus….we still have the Mythosaur. If Grogu/Din can tame the Mythosaur then who knows. Co-rulers maybe possible.

All of this is to say that Din seems off because this is how he views himself (at least right now.). He is content to be in the background because that is what he is use too. That is what he knows. He is learning. Season 1 Din would never had spoken to the covert like Din did this season, but he still has some growing to do. We spent two seasons joking about how he doesn’t seem like a main character for a reason. Din has always acted liked this. It’s just more obvious now because the world is expanding. He has potential to lead. He just needs to see it.

Anyway, tl;dr I love Din Djarin so much and people aren’t being fair too him.

This is a perfect, perfect summary of my own thoughts. I cannot thank you enough for sharing this. You’re incredible.