#brat tamer!din

[beskarandblasters]

Good Girls Are Quiet

aka riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade like there’s no tomorrow

Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: I just want to preface this by saying this is filthy. That is all.

Summary: At the Outlander Club on Coruscant, you try to help Din capture a bounty. But when the bounty makes a move what on belongs to Din, that just won’t do. Din takes you a sleazy motel after and shows you just who you belong to.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Din is an apostate, bounty gets handsy with you, possessive!Din, light canon typical violence, brat taming, reader gets “punished”, rough oral sex (M receiving), slapping, cum eating, nipple play, knife kink, riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade, daddy kink, helmet comes off, spitting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart), pet names (good girl), no use of y/n

The loud music in the Outlander Club vibrates your entire body, and the smoke hanging in the air fills your lungs. Kriff, this sucks. But it was your idea to help Din distract this bounty. You’re wearing a scantily clad dress, moving through the crowd, and scanning the room for your target; a human male named Colo. You took a good look at his bounty poster before heading inside the club but you’re still going to have to be vigilant. This place is packed and he could easily slip away without you or Din noticing. 

Din’s hanging out off towards the wall to not draw too much attention to himself. He tends to do that everywhere he goes so that’s why you offered to help. And just as your eyes land on the bar, you spot Colo, sitting alone and sipping on revnog.

Now you can set your plan into motion. It’s time to flirt. 

You walk up beside him, resting an elbow on the bar and looking around with wide eyes like you’re lost or something. He notices you out of the corner of his eye and turns towards you.

“You come here often?” he asks, mouth curling into a smirk.

“No,” you say, making your voice a higher pitch, “What about you?”

“I’m a regular, baby. How about I buy you a drink and show you what’s good?

“I think I have an idea about what’s good here,” you wink, internally cringing at yourself.

Maker, please be over soon.

“Oh, really?” he says, picking up what you’re unfortunately putting down. 

He leans forward and rests his hand on your hip, slowly inching towards your ass and squeezing it.

“How about you tell me what that is?”

You open your mouth to respond but before you can, Colo is against the bar with Din pressing his vibro-blade against his neck. It all happened in a blur. The second the hand cupped your ass Din was on the move. 

“Hands off,” he growls. 

But before the fight progresses any further the bartender shouts, “Take that outside! Now!”

You’re frozen, unsure of what to do next until Din grabs your hand and physically drags you out of there. You still can’t grasp how fast all of that happened, keeping your eyes averted to the floor to avoid the stares of the club-goers before stepping outside. 

And now here you are, silently walking the streets of the lower levels. You know Din is fuming underneath his helmet but… What does he have to be mad at you for? You were just trying to help. 

“Din?” you say softly, looking up at him. The neon lights reflect off his armor and you can’t deny he looks sexy right now, especially when he’s mad. You looove to get under his skin even more. You know he likes it when you act like a brat. He can deny it all he wants but you know it’s true.

He doesn’t answer you so you continue.

“I don’t get why you’re mad. I was just trying to help,” you say matter-of-factly, folding your arms and pushing your breasts together. They threaten to spill over the low-cut neckline of your dress. And that’s when he can’t take it anymore. He grabs your hand again and drags you down the street, but he’s going in the opposite direction of the docking yard where the Razor Crest is parked.

“Where are we going?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder at the direction you should be going. 

“To teach you a lesson,” he growls, stopping at what looks like a motel, a sleazy one at that. The neon sign is broken, only a few letters lit and one of them flickering. You can’t even read what it says. He pulls you by the hand inside, and the interior is even more abysmal than the exterior. Seedy characters lurk in the shadows of the lobby, staring at you and Din while he drags you to the front desk. You’re so stunned by his actions. Din never does stuff like this. He prefers to sleep in the comfort of the Crest where he’s in control of his surroundings. Not left at the mercy of whatever goes on at night in this sleazy motel.

You don’t question it when he gets a room for tonight, anxious to see where the night takes you. 

“Room one hundred and three. Down the hallway on your right.”

He takes the room key from the front desk worker and heads down the hallway, the lights flickering above you. He stops at a door, unlocks it, and shoves you inside. As soon as the door is closed he presses you up against it, bringing his helmet by your ear.

“Do you know why you need to be punished?” he growls, a hand sliding up your waist.

“...No.”

“Really?” he says with a low chuckle, “Maybe I need to help you remember.”

He grabs you by the waist and drags you over to the bed, setting you down on the edge. He stands in front of you, the bulge in his flight suit directly in your face. He grabs your chin, angles your face up towards his visor, and says, “Now, cyar’ika. Tell me why you’re getting punished.”

You try to look at the bulge that’s so close to your face by moving your head slightly. But he grips your chin tighter and teases you, “Nope. Eyes up here, slut.”

“For… for flirting with that guy at the club.”

“That’s right. I think you need to be reminded about who you belong to.”

You gulp and the hand not holding your chin pulls his cock free from his flight suit. 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he says, pulling you towards his groin. You open your mouth wide and keep your tongue flat, taking his length in your mouth. He thrusts back into you, forcing his cock down your through as far as it’ll go. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes but you keep going, trying your best to be a good girl for him. His hands move to either side of your face as you bob your head up and down. 

You look up at him and his visor is fixed on you, watching his cock moving in and out of your mouth.

“You like sucking daddy’s cock?” he says, slapping you across the face. 

You moan in response, sending vibrations down his length. He curses under his breath and slams into you harder. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore he cums down the back of your throat, holding your head flush against his groin. 

“Take all of daddy’s cum like a good girl,” he commands, wiping away a tear on your cheek. 

He finally releases your head and you catch your breath. Wiping away the cum leaking from your lips you ask, “My turn?”

“Not quite,” he teases, reaching forward and pulling the comforter off the bed. You watch as he grabs his vibro-blade from his boot, activating it and plunging it through the mattress. You let out a gasp, in shock that he just ruined this motel’s mattress. 

“Din, what did you-”

“You can sit on that,” he says sternly.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You look at the blade vibrating inside the mattress and gulp before stripping your clothes and getting on the bed. You straddle the hilt of the vibro-blade, hovering over it. He moves behind you, reaching forward and cupping his hand under your mouth. 

“Spit,” he commands.

You do as you’re told, spitting into the palm of the glove. He rubs your saliva on the hilt, lubricating it for you to sit on. You take a deep breath and lower yourself on it, feeling the vibrations throughout your core. 

“Fuck yourself on it,” he says, hand returning to your chin. 

You rock your hips back and forth, just as Din’s other hand caresses the outline of your breast. He pinches your nipple between his fingertips eliciting a loud moan from you. The hand on your chin clamps down on your mouth. 

“Good girls are quiet,” he reminds you. 

You nod and let out a soft whimper, continue to fuck yourself on the hilt. 

“You have to cum on this first. Show me you’re worthy of daddy’s cock,” he continues, growling directly in your ear. He releases your mouth to take off his helmet and set it on the bed. He grabs your chin and angles your head up to face him. You catch a glimpse of him, his curls matted and his skin glistening with a layer of sweat. There’s a truly dark and primal look in his eye, watching as you writhe against him.

“Open,” he commands. 

You open wide and stick your tongue out, just as he spits directly into your mouth. Just for him to clamp it shut again and return his hand over it, making you stay quiet. 

With one last grind of your hips, the hilt is buried even deeper into you, and you can’t hold on any longer. You whimper against his gloved hand, trying to signal you’re gonna cum soon. You’re worried that if you don’t ask for permission somehow he’ll deny you your release. 

“Gonna cum?” he says, amusement in his voice. 

You whimper some more and nod incessantly. 

“Soak it.”

You cum around the hilt, your walls fluttering around the vibrating metal. You feel your wetness seep out of you, running down your thighs and onto the sheets. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, slowly releasing your nipple from his fingertips. He removes his hand from your mouth and pushes you forward so you’re on your hands and knees. The hilt slips out of you as you stick your ass up in the air for him, getting ready to take his cock. 

Din hooks his hands on your hips, aligning himself with your soaking wet cunt. He thrusts into you in one clean motion, cursing under his breath before pounding into you unforgivingly. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you moan out.

“Who?”

“I belong to you, daddy!” you cry out. 

“Good girl, that’s right. Daddy owns this cunt, huh?”

“Yes, daddy. It’s all yours!” you cry out again, just as he slams into you with the most force he’s used so far. You cum around his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him. He cums inside you with his cock pressed right up against your cervix, letting out a guttural moan. He pulls out of you when he’s done and you fall forward, collapsing onto the bed. The vibro-blade is still impaled in the mattress. He pulls it out and deactivates it, leaning forward and hovering over you.

“Do you understand why you were punished now?”

“Yes, daddy,” you sigh. 

“You had a big night, mesh’la. Get some rest,” he says softly, lying down beside you and rubbing your back. 

Just before sleep overtakes you, you whisper, “I don’t know… Maybe I need to act up again.”

“Oh there’s no maybe,” he chuckles, “You’ll act up again. But that just means I have to keep reminding you that you’re mine.”

“Sounds good to me,” you whisper, drifting off to sleep under Din’s touch. 

-

You wake up the next morning and get ready to check out of the motel room, weirdly missing it already. But just as you turn to leave the building, one of the housekeeping employees stops Din.

“Sir?”

Oh, this is definitely about the mattress.

You both turn around to face the worker, an older woman who seems nice enough. She continues, “I don’t want to know how exactly the mattress was damaged. But we can’t let you leave until you pay a fee.”

“Okay…” Din says awkwardly.

She leads you to the front desk and lets the employee stationed there handle the transaction. The woman whispers something in the other employee’s ear. You can only catch bits and pieces of what she said but definitely something about a weird stain on the mattress by the puncture mark. You look over at Din, who's staring directly at you. You’re sure he’s shooting daggers with his eyes under the helmet. Yeah, you’re definitely not coming back here again.

The woman sets off down the hallway to finish cleaning the mess you and Din made, just as the front desk employee says, “That’ll be six hundred credits.”

Six hundred credits.

Din grabs credits from his pocket and hastily sets them on the counter before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the motel.

As soon as you’re back out on the street he says, “See what happens when you act up?”

“You’re the one who stabbed the bed,” you say, folding your arms.

“You're going to end up costing me a fortune,” he sighs.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you tease.

He doesn’t deny it, of course.

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Omg brat tamer!Din would pin you to the wall so fast if you started poking fun at him.

He hates being made fun of (that scene in S1E2 where he tried to roast some Jawas after they insulted his language skills comes to mind) and despite all the shit he takes from people all the time, I feel like it would set him off pretty quickly in the bedroom.

God, doing it in a public place though, where he can't really do anything about it. In front of Boba and Fennec, knowing that you're totally going to get it once he finally gets you alone. But then you come to regret it when someone asks you at breakfast why you're sitting funny in your chair.

angry din, angry brat tamer!din sends me into orbit!

he is normally quiet, but when his head tilts and he goes silent? you're in for it and nothing is gonna save you. making a joke like "i didn't know if mando could make it, he almost had him!" or "i don't know if he's as good as he says he is, i've seen better" for the sole purpose of getting him going-

din would have your wrist and legs bound, while he wrecks your body over and over again till you're begging. "you think you're so funny? you think you can undermine me?" each thrust is rough and deep, making you see stars. "wanna act big and bad in front of boba and fennec? what would they say now huh? see you laying here whimpering and begging for me to fuck you nice and deep?"

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[chaotic-iguana]

Acting out

(Din x f! reader one-shot)

Summary: You thought it would be fun to tease Din on the comm link while he was hunting for a bounty, expecting it not to take too long. But it takes longer than you thought - and it turns out your distractions were partly why it took so long. Mando’s back now though, and he’s not happy…

(basically just a brat tamer! din x bratty-till-shes-drooling-on-his-cock reader)

Wordcount: 2.7k 

Pairing: Din Djarin/ The Mandolorian x fem! reader (no use of y/n) 

Warnings: dacryphilia, dom/sub dynamics, overstimulation, edging/denial, crying, mean!mando, pussy slapping, spanking, daddy kink (mild), dumbification, crying (during sex bc it feels good), aftercare. MDNI

ao3 // masterlist.

Din stalked back to the ship, dragging the bounty behind him, aggression pouring off him in palpable waves. His seemingly easy bounty had taken triple the time it normally would have, thanks to the fact that every time Din got close enough to catch him, you’d picked up the commlink out of boredom, and moaned, whimpered and whined into it till he was so painfully hard under his beskar that The Mandalorian was forced to jerk off in dimly lit alleys. With the shiny armor on. 

14 times in three weeks. Fourteen times in three weeks you disobeyed his direct command to not touch yourself while he was gone, practically taunting him every time he threatened to punish you on his return. He could hear the smirk in your voice as you bit out each one of your witty little replies. ‘S okay, he was gonna wipe the smirk off your face, along with every other thought in your pretty little head. 

Since it was going slowly anyways, Din had gone a bit off-route and into a shop he’d rarely been to before. The package was now tucked in his holster belt, and had been spotted by the quarry who had been guffawing the whole way here. Must have been his happiest damn quarry yet, the rate at which his boisterous laughter was reverberating in Din’s skull. He whirled, slamming the Twi’lek face-first into the side of the Crest in warning, relishing in the string of blood and spit beading from his mouth as he spat out a tooth and snarled. Din snarled right back and hauled him inside, throwing him into the carbonite chamber and freezing him before he had a chance to do much else. 

Once that was out of the way, Din began hunting for you. He found you in the hull, giggling with the child over something adorable, no doubt, but he was so infuriated by you he didn’t care. He just walked over to the child, gave him a Keldabe kiss, and tucked him away in the crib fondly before fiddling with his vambrace to close the sphere. At the sound of your protests, Din turned to you and cocked his head in your direction, watching you trail off nervously as he offered no explanation. You took a step forward, reaching to put your hand on his chest and ask if he’s injured - but before you could even open your mouth - Din gripped your elbow and whirled you around. His chest connected with your back as he crowded you forward. 

A knot of anticipation and nervousness grew in your stomach. You were a brat, but you had never pushed him this far before. Never during a bounty, either. Despite your anxiety, you trusted him to take care of you; the combination of unpredictability and trust making your head dizzy with molten need before he even touched you. 

“Stand in the corner and face the wall with your arms up.  Don’t lower them unless I give you permission to.” His modulated voice ground the words out in a monotone, but he was close enough for you to be able to hear the whisper of rage in his words, making your hands tremble as you pressed them flat against the cool metal wall. You heard a rustle and telltale clink of metal armor behind you and tensed in expectation before a large, warm hand settled just above your hip, covering the expanse of your back. Another made its way around your torso and both began working in tandem to rip the clothes off your body. 

You gasped as you stood shivering and bare in the hull within seconds, testament to the strength he hid in his gentle touches with you. You opened your mouth to beg him to hurry up before his hand came down on your ass and a smack echoed in the ship. Your lips parted, and a cry of surprise worked its way out as Din began slapping both your cheeks in a random, but equally devastating order. He gave you no time to recover, barely letting the sting fade before he repeated the motion and the pain increased tenfold. 

Tears began pooling in your eyes as Din kept going, and when your legs began shaking from the ache you couldn’t take it anymore. “S-stop. Please. ‘M gonna be g-good” you could barely get the words out between the sharp, jagged breaths bursting out of you. Din chuckled behind you before leaning in to rub your swollen, reddened skin in a soothing motion. 

“Are you now? You forgot to count, though, cyar’ika. Good girls count. Let’s try again from one, no crying.” His tone dripped with condescension as he began again, practically reveling in each gasp and broken sob that spilled from your lips, taking pleasure in each time you stuttered on a number. Your eyes burned but you blinked rapidly to stop any tears from falling. You had submitted completely to your submissive headspace, and Din knew it too.

Finally, as you gasped out “25”, Din stopped to soothe the flaring bruises again. You whimpered and tried to move your hips forward, but realised the wall gave you no space to do so. Turning over your shoulder, you met his visor with pleading, tear-filled eyes. 

“S-sorry daddy. Won’t tease you next time, ‘m sorry for being bad. Please no more, it h-hurts,” sobs wracked from you, and you wrapped your arms around his midsection before burying your face in his chest. Gloveless hands began smoothing over your hair as Din began muttering praises and assurances to you from behind his helmet. 

“That’s okay, baby, I know it hurts. You teased me all the time, hm? Gotta make it right, no?” he paused as you nodded into his chest. “Then you gotta take your punishment, too, honey. You think just 25 strokes is enough to make up three weeks worth of misbehaving?” you shook your head, sniffling and looking up at him with such a sincere apology in your gaze that Din debated abandoning the punishment then and there. 

But the package sat on the floor next to his armor, tempting him, and he gave into the wrecked visions of you his mind was conjuring. Tapping your thighs lightly, he urged you to jump before adjusting your knees on his waist and cradling your head in one hand to reach down and pick up the inconspicuous white bag from the floor. Carrying you to his chair, Din pulled some rope out and began typing your hands to each of the chair’s handles; your feet spread wide in position. He reached his hand into the paper bag and pulled out a bullet-shaped, neon-pink toy as your eyes widened in alarm. 

You whined, tugging against your restraints fruitlessly as you looked at Din, who just tilted his helmet at you before kneeling and running a knuckle down your folds - chuckling when the contact makes you hiss and buck your hips. Din’s fingers leave you for a second before his hand comes down again - this time on your bare and swollen cunt - leaving you jolting away and yelping in surprise as you suppress a shudder. The snap of his rough hand on your clit leaves you breathless as stuttered pleas and whines come tumbling our of your throat. Din just brings his open palm down in another slap in response, the wet sound echoing throughout the room. 

“We’re done when I say we are. Ask me to stop again, and I’ll add another punishment after this one.” You squirmed, tugging against the ropes binding you to the chair. Din reached for the toy, pressing a button on its side and holding it snug against your clit. Your hips bucked of their own volition as you choked on your needless babbling, the warmth in your belly growing to a crescendo just as Din slid two fingers into you without warning. 

Just as you felt the first waves of your orgasms within reach, suddenly everything was gone - his fingers, the toy - pulled away cruelly, leaving you rolling your hips while the restraints chafed your skin. You sobbed out a whine as Din tutted at you in mock sympathy, stepping away from you until your release faded away before returning the toy and thrusting three fingers inside you in a single, swift motion. 

He repeated this cycle endlessly - bringing you to the edge only to pull away again, watching your trembling body rut in midair mindlessly; too far gone to even beg properly. Broken syllables poured out of your mouth, interrupted by wanton moans and sobs as tears stained your flushed cheeks. Eyes rolling back and slick running down your thighs, you furled and unfurled your fingers as the need to touch Din overwhelmed you. A steady chant of need to cum, need to cum, please, please, please, i’m sorry began taking over your mind, rocking your hips forwards and backwards in an attempt to chase any friction at all in the haze that had flooded your mind. 

Din could see you crumbling, your frustrated tears falling harder as time went on. He pulled the vibrator away from you again, turning it off to set it aside this time, untangling the ropes and opening your binds while rubbing at your sore wrists. You sobbed as you reached your shaking hands out for him, and he gathered you in his arms before turning to sit with you in his lap, rubbing your back as he cooed praises into your hairline. 

“You wanna come, honey?” You nod feverishly into his chest. “Okay, baby, okay. Took your punishment so well for me. You deserve a reward, okay? Let me take care of you.” You sniffle and look up at his visor before resting your hands on either sides of his helmet, waiting for your riduur to nod to tug it over his head and smash your lips to his desperately. You needed to feel him so badly, to breathe the air he was breathing, to be one with him again. Hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, your fingers began to claw at him urgently as you deepened the kiss. 

Breaking away from your mouth to grasp your chin, Din’s eyes met yours, an unguarded question in them. You want this? Instead of responding verbally, you stood to your feet to help rip off his boxers and undershirt before returning to straddle his thighs. Din leaned back in his seat before grinning at you. “Go on, take what you need. You’ve earned it. Just wanna hear a thank you when you’re done.” he drawled at you before resting his hands on the rests of the chair. You leaned in closer, rolling your hips to grind your cunt against his length; his moan rumbling against your pressed chests as his tip caught at your clit, making you hiss and jump from the sensitivity. 

You sunk down onto him, nails digging into his biceps as your toes curled and you both groaned from the stretch as you met in a rough, sloppy kiss. Eyes rolling back, you bounced in his lap whining his name over and over like a prayer as a cocky grin made its way onto his face. Wet, smacking sounds and the repetition of your wrecked “Din, Din, D-Din…” echoed throughout the hull. Din planted his feet, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, thrusting up and nuzzling your neck as his tip battered your cervix with enough force for your vision to black out; back arching as you screamed soundlessly and felt yourself hurtling towards your orgasm. 

You tipped your head back as your eyes fluttered shut, unable to do much more than take the pleasure he was giving you. A hand wrapped around your neck and clamped down as Din spoke into your ear with an edge that had you suppressing a shiver. “You look at me when I make you feel good. Let me see those pretty eyes cry on my cock, mesh’la. Cum.” The words of endearment in Mando’a were the final nail in the coffin, and suddenly your whole body was locking up -  walls clamping down around Din as you finally got to come - eyes filling with tears as Din’s movements didn’t so much as stutter, drawing the high out to the point of pain and over-sensitivity that had you jolting with each thrust. The steady repetition of thank yous began surging from your lips, eager to please him, keening for his praise. 

Scratching your nails along his scalp and curling your fists into his hair, his stubble leaving burn marks down your neck as he began rolling your flesh between his teeth before sucking bruises into it. Gasping, you felt your legs shake slightly as the onslaught continued, barely able to form sentences in your head as the white hot bliss wiped your mind clean. A particularly punishing press of his girth inside you caused a shriek to bubble up from your throat as you pushed weakly at his chest to slow him down, making him laugh at you. 

Tilting your head down to level your eyes, he brought his face close enough to make your noses touch. “My poor-” leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your now slack jaw, pulling back to look at you again, “poor, baby.” Twin brushes of his lips over your eyelids, which threatened to shut at the fatigue coursing through you now. “Fucked so dumb she can’t even tell me to stop.” A kiss to your cheek this time, his tongue flicking out to taste your tears. “‘S that what you want, sweetheart? Want me to stop?” you shook your head frantically, too desperate to feel him in you to remember your pain. 

“W-want you to cum, daddy.” You whispered it as you buried your face in his neck, body twitching with his relentless motions and reveling in the slight hitch in his breath at your words. Before you knew it, a steady slew of please cum and please trickled into your half-gasped, rambled vocabulary, just as Din’s thrusts sped up slightly. Your eyes did close then, arms wrapping around his neck to wrap yourself in his safety as he reached a hand down to thumb at your clit, making you lurch in his secure hold as he began tracing rapid, tight circles on you while rutting up into you with renewed vigor. 

“Give me another, baby. That’s it. That’s it, good girl” his words kept you grounded as you began wailing, trembling like a leaf as he thrusted a few more times before he came with a low, animalistic moan and spilled inside you. 

Heaviness and fatigue began weighing down your body and mind in his arms, your breathing evening out as you tucked your face in his shoulder. His arms wound around your midsection, pressing soft kisses and murmurs into your hair as he used one hand to smooth the hair away from your face. You felt him pick you up and walk you somewhere - turn on some water and the glorious feeling of his hands running down your body to scrub his soap into your skin. 

You had the distinct memory of his lips ghosting over each blotch of blue or purple, taking the time to kiss it softly before moving on to the next, before he wrapped you up, dressed you in his shirt and panties, and lay you onto the bed. Swooping down to kiss your forehead and smiling at the sleepy grumble you let out before reaching your arms out blindly for him, he turned the lights out and crawled into bed to hold you. Watching you burrow into him in your sleep, the irritation of the hunt seemed to melt away now that he was with you again. For the first time in days, Din let sleep take him; feeling completely safe and at home with you pressed to his chest.

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[justagalwhowrites]

Beskar Doll - Ch. 5: Burn it to the Ground

When a Mandalorian and his cargo are on a mission, try not to get in their way. A continuation of Beskar Doll Ch. 1-4 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x Female Reader

Warnings: Slavery, Torture (victim totally deserves it though), canon-typical violence. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ only.

Length: 6k

The Mandalorian drove, guiding the speeder deftly through the clogged skies of Coruscant. You were glad he was the one behind the wheel, you’d never been very good at piloting anything. Sosha was the pilot. So was Dagres. They could get you through any dogfight but you could shoot their way through a column of stormtroopers…. 

You shook yourself mentally and brought yourself back to the present, looking at the man beside you. It was strange, seeing him outside of his armor. He cut an impressive figure, tall and broad and intimidating. You doubted anyone would try to pick a fight with either of you tonight. 

Seeing him in this helmet was disconcerting. He could hide less in it, the lack of seal making it so more of the sounds of him just living came through. Grinding teeth, soft sighs, small catches of breath - it was exposed and you couldn’t help but listen for it. You liked the reminders of him being there, of his existing as a mortal being and not some impossible thing carved from metal. You wondered what he looked like. Was his face as hard as his body or was there softness to it? His desperation to help his brother’s daughter made you think there must be softness in him somewhere, it had to show through somehow. In his lips or the tilt of his head or his eyes. It would at least be in is eyes. What color were his eyes? What color was his skin? 

He maneuvered onto a quieter skyway and you sat up straighter, your heart pounding against your ribs. It had been years since so much had sat squarely on your shoulders. You couldn’t fail. There was far too much at stake. 

The Mandalorian brought you to the lush platform of what looked to be a palatial apartment, a line of speeders ahead of you waiting to go in. You looked at him. His hand gripped the shifter of the speeder, you could see his knuckles straining against the fabric of the gloves. You put a hand over his. 

“It will work,” you said quietly. He turned to face you. “We’ll get her.” 

The speeder quickly made it to the front of the line, a young man in tight clothes cut to accentuate his muscles offering you a hand out of the speeder. You took it, smiling at him, but he wouldn’t look at you, keeping his eyes on the ground. Enslaved. You took note. 

You waited as Mando got out of the speeder and you smiled adoringly up a him, taking his hand in both of yours and pressing yourself into his arm. 

“Welcome,” a woman smiled broadly at you both. “We are so glad you could be here tonight. Please let us know if there’s anything in particular you’re looking for.”

Not just a dinner then, you reasoned. The girl was probably here. You had to get her out before someone bought her. You had to get them all out. 

“Come on love,” you guided him toward the front door, observing how other pairs interacted. You could easily tell who were equals and who weren’t. “Let’s find the perfect one for you.” 

There was a short line at the massive front door, all sleek glass and metal and two stories tall. Another man dressed in revealing clothes stood by the door, a data pad in hand. The Mandalorian looked at you. You gave his hand a squeeze, pressing yourself tighter against him. You could do this. 

“Good evening, miss,” the young man said, barely looking up at you. Enslaved, too. Higher station than the one at the speeders but subservient none the less. “Names?” 

“Duraan and Amira,” you said, smiling coquettishly. You turned your attention to the Mandalorian, running your hand over his chest, and waited for the man to tell you that you weren’t on the list. His hand slipped from your grasp and went around your waist, pulling you tightly to his side with a small grunt. Your eyes widened for a second. You hadn’t expected him to play the part that well, you were impressed. 

“I’m sorry miss,” the man said. “Your name isn’t on the list.” 

Mando looked down at you as you looked back toward the man, your face falling a bit. 

“Oh no,” you said, voice lightly flirty with a hint of apprehension. “I’m sure I responded to the invitation…” 

“Do you have your invitation?” He asked. Your face fell a bit more, eyes darting to the Mandalorian before quickly moving back to the man at the door. You put your hand over Mando’s at your waist, holding it to you so he wouldn’t take it away as you leaned away from him to speak closely with the door man. 

“I didn’t have a place for it in this dress,” you smiled flirtatiously before letting the mask slip, letting the fear that was actually gnawing at you show as you lowered your voice. “Please… I can’t afford another mistake, I’ll do anything…” 

His eyes softened, buying your act. One slave asking another for mercy they were able to give. He gestured to the door. 

“Enjoy your evening, Amira, Master Duraan,” he said. You straightened, pressing yourself back against the Mandalorian’s side, your hand going back to his chest. He gave the man a stiff nod and you passed through the entry. You’d made it inside. Now for the hard part. 

Mando guided you to a darkened corner, his grip on you loosening as you drifted into the shadows and watched people milling around. You left a hand on his chest as you surveyed the area, trying to read the connections between people, see if there was anyone who looked to be in charge. 

“We’ll need to talk to some people,” you said quietly, looking around. “If I start speaking a language you don’t know, give me two squeezes, I’ll translate to Basic for you. It’s what I would do in this position, anyway.” 

“I think she’s here,” he said, voice low. You nodded. 

“I think so, too,” you said. “I think a lot of them are. We need to get them all out before…” you stopped. 

“Before they’re sold,” he finished for you. You shook your head. 

“Before I burn this whole fucking place to the ground.” 

*** 

You were in your element here, moving through powerful people, smiling flirtatiously, switching languages deftly to gain favor, quickly assessing who had been bought and who did the buying and flattering them appropriately. He could see why the Rebellion had found you so valuable and how you’d managed to get on the bad side of at least a few Imperials. 

“It sounds like I might know just the item you’re looking for,” the older man with two women - more girls, they had to be younger than you - you’d been talking to said. “There’s a lovely little thing here, a bit young for my taste but…” 

Din had to stop himself from gripping your hand so tightly that he hurt you. Everything in him was screaming at him to get you out of here. You were still recovering, everyone here wanted a literal piece of you, he’d watched as hands had reached to touch your hair, your arm, your stomach. 

“Well if you don’t train them young, you don’t end up with a creature as lovely as this at the end,” a new man appeared. He was tall, older, eyeing you as though you were something he could claim. Din slipped his hand around your waist, his fingers splaying wide against your stomach to touch as much of you as he could reach and pulled you to his side sharply. You glanced at him, an instant of concern flashing in your eyes before you smiled at the new comer. You offered him your hand and he took it, pressing his lips to the back of it before running his thumb over your skin. 

“It’s true,” you smiled. “I was raised to fulfill my master’s every need, what better life is there than that?” 

“I would so love to experience that kind of skill for myself,” the man’s hand slipped from yours and traveled up your arm to your chest, his palm brushing your breast as it moved up to your throat. Din growled, pulling you back from him. The man looked surprised and your eyes darted to Din before going back to the man, smoothing over his error. 

“My master doesn’t like to share,” you said flirtatiously. “But forbidden fruit is all the sweeter…” 

“I’d just like to see a display of the expertise of the training,” the man directed his words to the Mandalorian now. “It sounds like you’re interested in one of my stock, and I like to ensure my most valuable pieces end up in the right hands.” 

Din stiffened. This was the man who had taken the foundling. He glanced to you, wondering if you’d caught it too. 

“In that case,” you leaned into Din, your leg curling seductively around his as you gazed pleadingly into his eyes through the helmet, willing him to understand. “Would you be OK if we went to play? I’m sure this gentleman would be happy for you to watch.” 

“I can be obliging,” the man looked at the Mandalorian. His hand tightened on your waist before he gave you a single, stiff nod. 

You made a slightly giddy-sounding noise before unfolding yourself form Din’s side and slipping your hand into his. You gave it a gentle squeeze before gesturing to the man. 

“Please,” you said, voice sugary sweet. “Lead the way. And… make it private, if you can. I’d hate to be interrupted because we get a little too loud.” 

The man quirked a brow at you and you followed him, the Mandalorian’s hand firmly in yours the whole way. His gloves were thinner than he was used to and he pressed two of his fingers inside your wrist, feeling your pulse. Your heart was racing. The man led you to an elevator and the three of you climbed inside. He pushed a button and it began to race upwards. 

“Holding events like this in your home has its perks,” he said, turning his attention back to you. 

“It helps when you have the home for it,” you said, leaving your hand in Din’s but leaning toward the man. “Do you have space to keep all of the stock on site? We’d love to take a look before we commit…” 

“Every item tonight is here,” he nodded. “Including the one that sounds like it would interest you. She really is a lovely thing, dark hair, light eyes, tenacious. She’ll train up well.” 

You glanced back at Mando, who gave an almost imperceptible nod. It sounded like her. 

“Did her parents sell her?” You asked, fingers straying into the man’s graying hair. “I know they sometimes have regrets, come try to get them back. My master would like as few complications as possible.” 

“She was orphaned,” he replied. “Taken in by a cult for a bit. Believe me, she’ll have no one looking for her.” 

Din’s stance stiffened and you squeezed his hand harder. 

“Once I get a chance to see what you’ll make of her,” his eyes trailed down your body, lingering on your chest. “I can take you to see her.” 

The elevator slid to a stop, doors opening. 

“Then there’s no time to waste,” you bit your lip and he looked at you for a moment longer before leading the way. 

The Mandalorian memorized the route back to the elevator, taking note of everything you passed. There seemed to be no sign of anyone else on this level. This man was too trusting. No one had put him in his place in a long while. It was time for that to change.

He opened the door to a huge bedroom, sweeping ceilings and a huge bed. There was a balcony out the windows, looking down on the city. Din closed the door behind you and you turned and pressed yourself to the front of him, your lips near his ear below the helmet. 

“Panel, window side of the door,” you said in a breathy whisper. He could feel your shape against him. “Check everything he tells me.” 

You made a show of running your hands down his front, planting a kiss on his chest before heading toward the man who stood, waiting for you, in the center of the room. 

“I had to promise my master that I’ll take care of him later,” you said, practically slinking toward him. You reached him, your hand snaking up his stomach to his chest as your body pressed against his side. Din could see your breasts flush against him, watched as the man reached down and groped your ass. He fought to not rip you away from him. “He is such an important, busy man. Would you like to see how I help him relax?” 

“Very much,” the man said, practically salivating. You smiled, slipping away from his side and fetching a chair from the corner, bringing it behind him before reaching up, taking his shoulders, and pushing him down into it. 

“Good,” you leaned in, pressing your lips to his ear. You left him there and he watched as you gathered ties from the curtains around the windows leading to the balcony, collecting them in your hands before going back to him. “He really loves when I’m in control so he can just sit back and enjoy. Would you mind tying your legs to the chair for me?” 

You lay the ties on his lap and slipped the top of your dress down, sliding your arms free and moving it down your body as the man watched, agape, while he rushed to obey your request, binding himself to the chair. The dress pooled at your feet while he was leaned forward, staring at you. You tightened the ties at his ankles.

There was an almost sheer corset on below the dress and Din could only see you from the back but he could see your strength now. Your body was slender but the muscle was clear, especially as you stood taught and ready. You reached forward, slipping your hand below the man’s chin and lifting it until his back was against the seat. You went behind him, binding his hands behind the chair, giving Din a look as you did. It was pleading, asking him to know when to step in and when to stay out of it, like you were asking him to read you. He gave a nod, standing near the door, a sentinel. 

You came around to the front of the chair, smiling at the Mandalorian before turning back to the man bound in front of you. He had to hand it to you, he’d never gotten a quarry to tie themselves up quite like that before. 

“So,” you said, voice sultry as you stalked up to the man. He looked up at you, lust clear on his face. He had no idea. “You’re a powerful man who can do powerful things.” 

You straddled his legs before you lowered yourself onto him, pressing your body into his, your head on the man’s shoulder, lips on his neck. Din ground his teeth. “Yes,” he moaned, already breathless. 

“And you decided to trade in flesh,” you said, your teeth by his ear. The man frowned. This wasn’t quite what he was expecting. “Interesting.” 

“It’s a…” he swallowed, looking slightly nervous now. You nipped his ear. “Lucrative profession. And the flesh trade, as you know, is better for the people involved that many seem to believe. Those we trade come from nothing, squalor, they would starve and die if it weren’t for me…” 

“Is that why you stole a girl from the Mandalorians?” You asked, your lips still beside his ear. The man froze. 

“I don’t know what you mean,” his voice shook. 

“Oh,” you leaned back, running your hand over his face. “I think you do.” 

He started straining against the ties then, but you pressed yourself more firmly into him and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back and exposing his throat.

“No no,” Din could hear the smile in your voice. “I’m not done with you yet. Maybe I’ll untie you when you give me what I want. Which is the girl you stole. So tell me, where is she?” 

“I don’t have any stolen girl,” he said. He looked around you to the Mandalorian, eyes desperate. “Please…” 

“Nope,” you released his hair and grabbed him by the face, your fingers digging into the flesh of his cheeks as you jerked him around to look you in the eye. “Don’t look at him. Look at me. I’m doing you a favor, see, if I left you to him you’d be dead already. With me you have a shot so I expect all your attention to be on me. Now. Tell me where she is, or I will kill you.” 

“If I tell you, you’ll just kill me anyway,” he said, tearing up. 

“Maybe,” you nodded slowly. “But if you don’t, I’m going to make you hurt.” 

His eyes went wide, his chest rising and falling quickly. You slipped your hand into your corset and freed the knife, holding it in front of him. 

“Now, you have three options,” you said. “Option one, you resist and I bleed you until you’re dead on the floor of your pretty bedroom and then we go find the girl ourselves. Option two, you resist, I cut parts of you away and break you before you tell me what I want and beg for a death that I may or may not give you. Option three, you tell me what I want to know and maybe I just give you a sedative to keep you quiet until we leave, maybe I kill you quickly. Part of me really wants to get out of here quick. That’s what’s best for the girl and it’s definitely best for you.” You pressed the knife into the man’s arm slowly, pushing it in as he screamed. You clamped a hand over his mouth, shushing him. You waited for his screams to ease before you spoke again. “But it ruins my fun. I like making bad men hurt. So, by all means, draw this out. Don’t tell me where the girl is. Let me take it from you piece by piece.” 

You removed your hand from his mouth and sat back, watching as he panted for breath beneath you. After a moment, your hand found his face again, patting his cheek sharply. 

“Hey,” you said, drawing his eyes back to you. “You look at me, pay attention to me, give in to me. Tell me, where is she?” 

He hesitated and you sighed, clamping your hand over his mouth again as you twisted the knife in his arm. You waited until the screaming turned to sobs before you removed your hand, cupping his face gently. You stroked his cheek, almost like you were soothing him. 

“I know,” you said softly. “It hurts. But I could end it for you. You’re a rich man, right? You have bacta?” 

“Yes,” his voice was thick as he nodded. “I just need the location,” you touched him so gently. “Just tell me where she is.” 

“Sublevel three,” his body went limp and he slumped against you. “She and all of them are on sublevel three, she’s in cell 322.” 

“Mando,” you glanced over your shoulder and he went to the panel. He found proof of there being a sublevel at all and that the layout looked like it was likely prison space or servants quarters. He gave you a stiff nod. 

“I promise she’s there,” he sobbed. “Please, the bacta… it’s in a panel by the bedside for emergencies…” 

You gave Mando a look and he went to check, finding the panel and opening it. He gave you a nod again. 

‘“Good,” you said quietly, pulling the knife from his arm. He whimpered as you stood, going to stand behind him. 

“My arm, please,” he tilted his head back to look at you. You frowned down at him. 

“Oh,” you sighed, putting the knife to the man’s throat. “The bacta wasn’t for you.” 

With that, you slit his throat and watched as the blood poured from him before you dropped the knife, your body trembling. Din moved for you fast, catching you before you collapsed as you gasped for breath. 

“We have to keep going,” you looked up at him as he held you to his side. “See if there’s a blaster in here I can use…” A tear slipped down your face. “Fuck, I hate doing that….” 

“Let’s get you dressed,” he said gently but you grabbed his arm and squeezed. 

“Not yet,” you said. He frowned but didn’t question it. You pulled yourself from his grasp and went to the drawers beside the bed and began to go through them. He grabbed the bacta, pocketing it where he could. It might come in handy before you made it out of here. You found a blaster but immediately dropped it on the bed before running to a trash can in the corner and vomiting, using the wall to hold yourself up. You hovered there for a moment before you wiped your mouth on your hand, your breathing calming. You nodded to yourself before going for the dress, purposely avoiding looking at the body tied to the chair. 

“You’ve done this before,” he said quietly. You nodded, tears still stinging your eyes as you slid the gown back up your body. He looked down at the man. “He deserved it.” 

“Doesn’t matter,” you said, wiping your eyes  and steeling yourself for a moment before stalking after the gun again. “Let’s go, sublevel 3.” 

He looked at you. He tried, for a moment, to think of a way to finish this that got you out of here now. Getting you out a side door, onto a speeder and telling you to take the Razor Crest into orbit. But he couldn’t protect you then, which felt worse. You sprinted for the door while he thought, blaster in your grasp. He ran to your side, taking your hand gently and leading the way to the elevator. 

The trip down felt long. Your breathing was shaky but you kept your eyes straight ahead, your fingers flexing and straining around the grip of your blaster. Din ground his teeth. He had no idea what was waiting on the other side of this and he felt dangerously underprepared. If it had just been him at stake, that would be one thing. But it wasn’t. It was the girl and it was you. 

“If we get separated,” you said, looking up at him. “Where do I take the girl?” 

“Nevarro,” he replied, meeting your gaze. You nodded. “Let me out first, use me for cover, free as many as you can.” 

You didn’t get a chance to respond, the doors sliding open to the sublevel. It was dim, the only light coming from the glow spilling from the cell doors. 

“What are you doing here?” An armed man approached the elevator. Before you could answer, Din stepped in front of you and shot him. He dropped where he stood. 

“It can’t be that easy,” you said, almost to yourself, looking at the Mandalorian. There was a weariness in your eyes he hadn’t seen before. You hadn’t just done this before, you’d done it many times. And you hated it. 

A blaster bolt whizzed past his head and he turned, shooting almost before he really saw anything at all. 

“Dammit,” you said, ducking behind the wall of the elevator. 

“I’ll give you cover,” Din said. “I won’t let anyone hurt you…” 

“I need to open the holds,” you said. “Just cover me for that.” 

He gave you a stiff nod, steeling himself before stepping into the fray, a shouted “go!” Almost thrown at you. You dove from the elevator and ran, away from the oncoming guards and down the other hall. He hated not being able to see you, not knowing where you were, if you were even still alive. He kept shooting, holding off however many there were from reaching you, until the holds opened with a hiss. The guards froze, looking around. A woman, young, not much older than you, stepped out of one, her eyes wide. 

“You’re free,” Din said. She looked from him to the remaining guards. The Mandalorian kept his blaster raised. “Go.” 

She nodded and ran, the guards moving again, closing in on Din as you came up behind him, a gentle hand on his back. You stepped around him, firing into the guards, striking one who dropped where he stood. It seemed to have been the final straw, the handful of remaining men fleeing. 

“We need to find 322,” you said, stepping over the body of a guard before taking off at a run down the hall, others emerging cautiously from their cells and starting to run. He almost lost you in the press of people, dozens suddenly pouring out. He caught a quick flash of your gown as you ducked into one of the cells and he pushed through to you, stopping in the door with his blaster at the ready. You were kneeling before a girl who was cowering in the corner, her long, dark hair a curtain around her body. “It’s OK,” you said, your voice quiet and gentle. The same hand you’d used to twist the knife in the girl’s kidnapper reached out to softly stroke her hair. “I know, it’s scary. It’s OK to be scared when there are scary things happening. We don’t have a chance to be brave if we’re never afraid. Do you think you can be brave right now for me?” 

The girl peered up at you through her hair. You smiled softly. 

“What’s your name?” You asked. 

“Layari,” she sniffed. 

“Layari?” You repeated back. She nodded. “Well, Layari, that is a beautiful name and a strong name and you seem like a beautiful and strong girl. My name is Amira. I’m here to bring you back to your dad. The big, scary man over there? He’s a Mandalorian, just like your dad and just like you, he’s just in disguise. He’s here to get you there safely.” 

“My daddy?” She sniffed again. You nodded, smiling a little bigger. “I miss him.” 

“I know, Darling Girl,” you slipped into Bothese as you brushed her hair back. “And he misses you, too. Can I take you to him? I can carry you.” 

She considered you for a moment before holding her arms out. You quickly scooped her into your arms and pressed her face into your shoulder, cradling her head as her arms and legs went around you. Your mouth was a thin line, looking at Din. 

“We have to move,” he said, leading the way. 

*** 

Your adrenaline was so high you almost didn’t notice the weight of the child in your arms, too focused on getting her through the maze of hallways and out of here. She was shaking but clung to you tightly. This part you didn’t have a plan for. You’d probably need to steal a speeder and then it would just be a race against time to see if you could make it to the Razor Crest and jump before someone caught you. 

You could breakdown then. 

It had been years since you’d had to torture someone like that, every time it made you sick to your stomach. You hated it, you hated yourself for being so fucking good at it. You hated that you felt bad for the people you hurt and killed because you knew, like he’d said, they deserved it. You’d never hurt someone who hadn’t deserved it but it wasn’t lost on you that you were good at hurting people. Good at lying, killing, extracting information. What did that make you? What could the Mandalorian possibly think of you after that?

You clutched the girl to you, following Mando to the elevator. He pushed the button to the floor you’d entered from and you swallowed, hard. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked. The girl didn’t respond and you went to nudge her to see if she’d talk, but he shook his head. “I meant you. Are you hurt?” 

“Oh,” you said, surprised. “No, I’m OK. You?” 

He nodded his head, readying his weapon again before he looked back to you. 

“If you have a chance to get out with her without me, take it,” he said. “Nevarro. You can trade in the quarries there, get a decent bounty, you can keep the ship…” 

“Don’t say that,” you said sharply. “You and her are getting out of here, do you hear me?” 

He’d obviously noticed that you’d left yourself off that list but didn’t have the chance to fight you on it as the elevator doors dinged open, revealing a party that was still in full swing despite the chaos below and the death above. He looked to you, almost like he was asking for permission. You gave him a stiff nod, and he started shooting. 

He was aiming only for people you’d spoken to and you’d identified as slavers, people screaming and starting to run. You followed behind him, in death’s shadow, sheltering the girl from the chaos and the violence, humming soothingly in her ear. A shot hit the Mandalorian, throwing his shoulder back, making your eyes go wide. He stuttered for a moment but pressed on, his mortality showing for only a moment, clearing a path for the door. 

People rushed outside, scrambling to find speeders to flee but he kept shooting those he could reach. You looked around, spotting a speeder and running for it, shouting a quick “Mando” over your shoulder as you rushed the girl over. You deposited her in the back and he leapt into the driver’s seat, working to start the engine. You turned to go back to the house but he grabbed your wrist. 

“We have to go!” He yelled. 

“Go!” You yelled back, ripping your arm away and running back inside. 

It was still chaos, people bleeding and screaming. You spotted someone you’d flagged as a slaver earlier and shot them, not waiting to see if they dropped before you made your way to the first control panel you saw. You manipulated it as you had the ones downstairs, checking to make sure all the potential slave quarters were unlocked. Then you stepped back, shooting the panel with your blaster, a spray of sparks going everywhere. You looked around and spotted some fabric - heavy curtains - that looked like it would burn well. You ripped it down and dragged it over. Wincing, you thrust your hand into the ruined panel and grabbed a fist full of wires, pulling them out of the wall, hoping against hope that you weren’t going to be electrocuted. You knew basically nothing about technology, you’d be utterly useless when it came to maintaining a ship or building a droid, but you could make something spark. Or you thought you could. You pressed the curtain to the exposed wires and turned your face away as you shot the panel again, a fresh spray of sparks flying. A few of them landed on the curtain and ignited, the fire spreading quickly over the fabric. You dragged it near a potted plant and toppled into the flames which grew to engulf it. Without bothering to admire your handiwork, you ran to find a speeder, leaving the place to burn. 

Mando had gotten the speeder going and was waiting for you, hovering over the walkway, all pretense gone. 

“What were you thinking?” You demanded, climbing in. “I told you to go!” 

“I wasn’t leaving you there,” he snapped, maneuvering the speeder the second you were inside. You climbed over the front seat and into the back to find the girl, curled up and crying. 

“You’re OK Layari,” you said, putting an arm over her. Mando drove, flooring it, sending you back in your seat and making your breath catch in your throat. A blaster bolt flew past your head and you ducked, covering the girl’s body with your own. 

“Mando!” You yelled. “Aft shots!” 

The speeder swerved and then dove, the movements sharp and jerky. You could hear the blasters as you pressed your body against the girl’s, ensuring she was protected. 

You couldn’t see where he was going, could’t see him at all, couldn’t see anything but the floor of the speeder and the girl’s shaking body as you pressed your head against hers. Eventually, you felt the craft crash into the ground and skid to a stop. You flinched, holding Layari closer until you were sure you’d stopped moving, before arranging her so her arms and legs were around you and you could run with her. The Mandalorian was already out of the speeder, standing between you and any oncoming attack, blaster ready as the people chasing you caught up. He followed you up the ramp as you heard blaster fire. You set the girl down and watched as he walked backwards up the ramp, blaster in front of him, unflinchingly firing. And then, he dropped. “NO!” The sound ripped from your throat before you had a chance to recognize it and you ran for him, blaster in front of you as you fired blindly. You slammed the ramp button on your way and it started tipping back as you ran for him. You grabbed him under his arms and dragged him up the ramp and into the hold, blaster fire glancing off the metal of the ship but thankfully missing you and the man in your arms. You looked at him, blood leaking from the side of his chest. You grabbed a handful of his cape and looked to Layari. She sat where you’d left her, hands over her ears as she cried. 

“Layari,” you said, as gently but quickly as you could manage. “I need you to be brave one more time. Can you come hold this to his side? I’ll get us out of here and get us to your daddy, but we have to save him, can you do that for me?” 

She nodded before she got up and ran to you, taking the cape from you. You put your hands over hers as you heard blaster bolts hit the side of the ship and pressed down onto the Mandalorian’s ribs. 

“Hold it just like that, OK?” You said. “You’re doing great, Layari, keep doing that until I come back.” 

You sprinted for the cockpit and scrambled up the ladder, starting the launch sequence before you even sat down. 

“Razor Crest,” the com crackled to life. “You have not been cleared for take off.” 

You muted it, barely having a chance to strap in as you flipped he final switch of the sequence, hearing the engines ignite. You guided it into the atmosphere, hoping there weren’t fighter pilots on your ass next. You’d never win that one. 

You quickly programmed the shortest jump you could think of while the ship rose into the air and executed it the second you were clear of the atmosphere, only staying in hyperspace for half a minute. It should be enough to ditch anyone trying to tail you. You paused and then set the next jump, this one taking you toward Kashyyyk. The second the jump began, you ran for the hatch to see if the Mandalorian was alive. 

A/N: I kept forgetting to ACTUALLY POST this. Hoping to remember to pick up the reposting cadence again now but if you want a lot more of this fic right now, it's on AO3 through chapter 33 here. Thank you all for reading and interacting! Love you guys!

#fanfic #mandalorian fanfic #din djarin #enemies to friends to lovers #slow burn #the mandalorian #din djarin brat tamer #din djarin x female reader #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x female reader

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#wrote a fic with no smut #ends it with ass smacking and references to brat tamer din #WHOOOPS

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Bad Attitude

Summary: While on patrol duty, you chase a suspect starship but end up crashing on a freezing planet. Its pilot, a Mandalorian, rescues you, but he doesn't like your attitude towards him and makes sure you understand who is in charge.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: smut, 18+ mdni, teasing, dom!din, brat!reader, brat tamer!din, Din is really an asshole here lol, improper use of the darksaber, lots of dirty talk, oral (m receiving), breath play, choking, fingering, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, degradation kink, praise kink, creampie

A/N: Loosely based on The Passenger episode and super canon divergent. I just had fun having nasty thoughts! Reblogs and comments are always welcome!! Hope you enjoy it!

Divider: @saradika-graphics

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You… You really did have to follow that ship on this forsaken planet, didn't you?

You couldn't just listen to your partner Carson for once when he warned you to let it go.

Chasing that Razor Crest despite the bad weather on Maldo Kreis was not the smartest idea. Not smart at all, in fact. 

You were only supposed to ask the pilot why his ship was in the proximity of that prison, Bothan-5, when that officer was killed, but he ran away as soon as he heard that name. You immediately started recklessly chasing that old piece of junk in the hostile atmosphere of this awful, unwelcoming planet, and next thing you know your Starfighter crashed, compromising the integrity of the hatch, you’re cut off from your partner and you’ll likely freeze to death before he can come rescue you. Could it get any worse?

It turns out it can.

Just when you switch the radio off, resigned to accept the unavoidable fate, your eyes seem to catch something dark in the snowstorm. At first you assume it’s just your mind playing tricks on you, but when you take a better look, you see it - there’s a dark figure approaching your ship. It must be him - the Razor Crest pilot. As he gets closer, you notice he’s wearing armour, a Mandalorian armour, and you’ve heard the stories about those deadly warriors. You probably made him angry with your insistent pursuit and now he might be killing you so as not to leave witnesses.

You are so fucked. This is the worst day of your life, and also the last.

He lifts the damaged hatch of your ship and looks at you, exposing you to the freezing air of the blizzard. You stare back at him - his broad figure completely towers over yours, but you try not to look intimidated by him.

"Razor Crest, is that you?" you say in a secure tone, wanting to appear tough.

"Yeah." the modulated voice answers as you feel his dark visor lingering on your figure.

"Came here to finish the job?" you try to sneakily grab your blaster in a desperate attempt to defend your life, determined not to die without fighting, or at least, not without trying. 

"Not if you don't try anything stupid like that. Put it down." says in an authoritative tone, his right hand instinctively goes on the holster of his blaster. You quickly realise this is not the moment for heroism if you want to survive. 

"Don't give me orders. I'm a New Republic officer." you reply firmly.

He scoffs and shakes his head in disdain.

"Dear officer, take a good look around. This frozen tomb doesn't look like New Republic territory to me." he goads you "Now quit it and let's go to my ship."

"Who says I want to come with you?"

"Come on, I’m freezing my ass off, for fuck’s sake." he loses no time in ripping your seatbelt and life support system off your body before grabbing you and carrying you over on his shoulder.

"Put me down! You're so rude!" you protest and try to kick him, but he blocks your legs in the tight grasp of his free arm, immobilising you.

"So far I've been more kind than you deserve. If you keep acting like that, I'll show you how rude I can be." his grip is firm and strong as he gives a warning squeeze to your thigh.

You do not want to admit it, but you feel a thrill of excitement at that - he doesn’t care about the fact that you're a law enforcer, he’s treating you like the scum he’s used to. He probably wants to trade your life for his freedom with Carson later - you’re his hostage now.

When you reach his ship, he finally puts you down. You take off your helmet and look at the Mandalorian that so unceremoniously saved you from certain death earlier.

You realise how much taller than you he is, his armour making him even broader than what he already is. Your eyes can't help lingering on his body in wonder at how strong he must be, how the shiny beskar perfectly completes his thick masculine figure, only adding to his already imposing stance, perfectly concealing his body, making him massive and statuesque. His suit is tight around the arms, you can see the outline of his thick, strong biceps. If only he wasn’t a criminal, if only you weren’t a New Republic officer, if only he wasn’t a complete cunt…

"You done?" a low, baritonal voice interrupts your dirty thoughts.

"Excuse me?" you raise a brow.

"I asked if you're done checking me out."

“What?! I wasn’t-” you lie and you both know it. You do not feel so cold anymore, your cheeks feel hot all of a sudden.

“Yeah. Sure.” the asshole teases as he rests against the wall of his ship, looking at you with crossed arms.

“You hurt?” he then asks.

“No, I’m fine.”

"Good. Let's go up to the cockpit, then. It's warmer up there." 

He climbs up the ladder and when the door closes behind him, you take a deep breath, trying to collect yourself, and follow him. 

When you get in the small room, you find him sitting in the pilot chair facing the windshield with crossed arms and legs spread wide. You settle on his side, standing with crossed arms and gaze fixed on his body. He’s as still and silent as a statue, unreadable under that helmet - is he really relaxed as he wants you to think, or is he carefully studying you? 

"Don't look at me that way." says without moving a muscle.

"How?"

"Same way you've been looking at me since we got on the ship."

"What are you implying?"

"Don't act like you don't know." he turns towards you and stands up, making you imperceptibly startle. He looks imposing and menacing, his helmet slightly tilted observing you.

"You don't trust me one bit, do you?" he scoffs and shakes his head.

"You assaulted that prison and killed that poor man. He was a New Republic officer, just like me. Why should I trust you?”

“Because I didn’t do it.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“What will you do when you find out I was right all along?” the way he doesn’t lose his cool is fascinating, to a degree.

"You’re not. If you were innocent, you wouldn’t have run away and we wouldn't be here now."

He tilts his helmet to the side once again as he looks at you. His gaze and his confidence make you feel hot and uncomfortable at the same time - you wouldn’t want to give out the undeniable way his stoic charm is affecting you, but you hate the way he's been treating you.

"Yeah, we wouldn't be here." he lets out in an allusive tone as he walks one single step forward while you take one back, ending up against the wall. He's so damn tall and broad and… and you're getting so wet. 

You look into his dark visor, feeling his gaze lingering on your body. You can feel the tension, the atmosphere in the cockpit becoming unbearable. It's getting hard to breathe, heat radiating from both of your bodies as you never stop looking at each other. While his sight is unreadable, yours is unmistakably libidinous, your heart pounding in your chest and your pussy throbbing with need, but you're both too proud to surrender first.

"I guess not. You coward." you let out in a far too flirtatious way as you look at him with shameless lust.

"What did you just call me?!" he rasps, sounding so provocative. 

"Coward. That's what you are. Running away from me when I was chasing you and taking me hostage when I was so vulnerable.”

“Shut up.”

“So big and tough in your shiny armour, but you run away as soon as you see a New Republic patrol. I should have just shot you when I had the chance. At least I wouldn’t be sharing this ship with a coward.”

“I said shut up.” 

“What now, Mandalorian? What do you plan to do now that you've kidnapped me? Are you gonna prove me wrong?" you’re wondering if you got too far when he gets dangerously close to you, his menacing figure towering over yours as he grips a handful of your hair, forcing your gaze into his dark visor.

"Do I have to stick my cock in your mouth to make you shut up?"

A flame of lust instantly traverses your body. You feel your blood boiling, making you feel hot and flustered, reason and common sense leaving you at the mercy of a primal, carnal instinct.

"I bet you don't have the balls to do it." you goad him with a smirk on your face.

Oh, you shouldn't have said that, yet you did, and what's worse is that you don't regret it. 

You look at him with shameless desire clouding your eyes, internally cursing at the helmet that can't and won't let you see his reaction to your provocation, waiting for his next move.

You keep your lustful gaze locked on his visor as his hand swiftly unfastens his belt and the zip of his pants. His grip on your hair tightens even more as he pushes you on your knees, immediately sticking his hard, thick cock in your mouth and fuck, the sound he makes. It's worth crashing on a desolated planet and being scolded afterwards. It's guttural and desperate, astonished at how good your poisonous mouth feels when you take him in and your tongue gently swirls around his tip, instead of spitting mean words at him. You keep eye contact as you let the shaft slide in your mouth and coat it generously in your saliva, his head tilted back as he lets out breathy sighs of pleasure.

"You. You need to learn how to fucking behave. Shut up when I tell you to. You have to stop taunting me. Fuck. Is this what you wanted?" 

He takes your head away from his cock to let you answer.

“You’re not as much of a coward as I thought you were.” you tease.

“You are still talking?!” exclaims as he pushes your head towards his cock once again, staying still as he uses your mouth for his pleasure, violently forcing all of his length down your throat. When he rips you away from it, you gasp for breath.

"You look so good like this. On your knees, choking on my cock, finally shutting the fuck up like a good girl." he growls, pleased.

Just as you want more of it, your mouth going towards it once again, his grip on your hair turns to steel and stops you there. You look up to him from your kneeled position and see him shaking his head.

“Why? Are you close already?” you taunt him as he tucks his cock back in his pants.

"Oh, it will take you way more than that to make me come, officer." says as he makes you stand up.

“Bet you want me to prove you wrong so badly. Bet you want to come in my m-” you stop mid sentence as he starts to unzip your flight suit while he pushes you towards the control panel of his ship, making you sit on it and trapping you there with his beskar body, your legs instinctively spread open for him to fit between them.

“Yeah? Go on. What were you saying?” he goads you as his hand slips inside of the thin pants you're wearing under the suit, teasing your clit from outside your underwear.

“I-I was s-saying that - that-” you gasp when his hand finds its way into your panties and reaches your slit.

"Ooh, what do we have here?" exclaims in taunting wonder. His beskar helmet is only a few centimetres distant from your face "Acting all cocky and arrogant before, but damn, feel how wet you are. Bet no one ever made you this wet, officer. Stars, you're dripping for me. All of this just from sucking my cock?" says in a husky voice as two of his thick, gloved fingers slide inside of you.

You grit your teeth in a desperate attempt to hide the way this is making you feel, not wanting to give him satisfaction, but your body is slowly surrendering to him and betraying you, your cunt involuntarily clamping around his fingers, revealing how his words are, in fact, effective on you.

"Oh, I bet you feel so good and you sound so sweet when you moan for me. Feel how hot and tight you are." he keeps teasing you. 

Resisting him is getting near impossible. By now he knows how badly you want it.

"Listen to what we’re gonna do now. You're gonna come on my fingers like a good girl and then I'll fuck you until your partner comes to rescue you."

You can't help it anymore and let out a moan at how sensual his voice sounds as he says those things to you, at the thought of getting fucked by him, all while his fingers keep sliding inside and outside of you, making your cunt spasm around them.

"Oh, I knew it. Damn, such a sweet girl." he rasps as he takes his fingers out.

"What the fuck?!" you snap at him when he does, making him chuckle at your reaction.

"Hey, calm down officer." he teases your lips with his gloved fingers soaked in your arousal. 

You instinctively suck the leather and taste yourself on his fingers, licking them sensually as you look at him in the visor. He hums in pleasure seeing that and goes on playing with your mouth, entranced by the way your tongue swirls around them, until he takes them out and presses his middle finger on your bottom lip.

"Bite." he simply orders and you obey, taking the hem of his glove between your teeth to let his hand slip out of the glove. It's huge compared to yours, callous and veiny and masculine. You hum as it starts trailing down your body and feel the warm trail it leaves on the delicate skin of your neck as he caresses it, your own hands holding tight to the commands of the ship, propping you up to offer yourself to his touch. You can feel his eyes looking at your body from behind the dark visor as his hand slips in your flight suit once again, groping your breast from outside your shirt, his thumb playing with one of your hardened nipples, your back arched and chest puffed out to make it look fuller. You moan loudly when he slides his fingers in your panties and back inside of you. 

"Stars - so fucking wet. I bet your cunt is so beautiful. Spread your legs for me. You're making me so fucking hard." he keeps up the pace and also starts to rub your clit with his thumb, making the pleasure you’re feeling unable to hide and you surrender to him, panting heavily as your eyes cross and roll in delight.

"Really? Eyes rolling, officer?" he taunts you.

"F-fuck y-you-" you rasp with half closed eyes, your sentence gets interrupted as he hooks his fingers, touching something devastating inside of you, making him scoff when he sees the way you squeeze your eyes shut and arch your back, your mouth wide open to let out obscene moans.

"What? Do you want me to stop?" he provokes you.

"Don't you fucking dare." you manage to let out in a barely audible sigh.

He immediately grabs your neck, not liking the way you undermine his authority.

"Careful now, officer." he growls.

You moan back in response at how much you like this - being put back into place, the Mandlaorian reminding you who is in control. You hold tight to his sides, digging your nails in his flight suit as he just pushes you further against the control panel with his body.

You’re a panting mess and you feel so close, so damn close to your orgasm. You beg he won’t stop as you wrap your legs around him. He feels by the irregular, ragged way you're breathing and the way your muscles go rigid around him that you're close.

"What? Coming already?” he chuckles “I will let you just because I want to fuck you so badly. Now come, my dear officer. Come for me."

You pant straight into his helmet when you hear him calling you like that, fogging it where his mouth would be. His hand pushes you over the edge and you moan loudly as he makes you come around his fingers, your hands holding tight to his neck, bringing him down towards you. Your back arches, chest rubbing against his armour and you roll your head back until it hits the transparisteel of the windshield behind you. Your nails scratch him hard and your legs’ grip becomes even tighter, his upper body now trapped in your grasp.

He grabs your chin with his other hand and forces you to look at him in the visor.

"Yes - yes, yes. Like this. Good girl." he growls between his teeth, looking at you as you struggle to keep your gaze on him, your eyes wanting to roll up in pleasure.

He lets you ride your high, never stopping those astounding moves of his hand, making you feel so satisfied, but so guilty and humiliated at the same time.

As the orgasm gradually fades out, your grip on his body loosens.

He takes out his hand right in front of your eyes and, Maker, it's soaking wet, glistening in your arousal. You’re both embarrassed and aroused when you see how wet and yielding you got for him as soon as he started touching you. 

"Damn, officer. How am I going to-"

You don't even let him finish, you've taken his hand in yours and start sucking his fingers. He lets out a satisfied hum when you do that. You clean them thoroughly, sensually massaging his digits with your tongue, humming as you hear him cursing between his teeth in a foreign language.

Once he’s satisfied, he takes them out of your avid mouth.

"Now strip for me, officer. I bet you look so hot under that uniform."

"Forget it." you tease him.

"Too bad you didn't obey me when I asked so nicely."

In an instant his hands start ripping the flight suit off your body as you're kicking out of your boots at the same time. It's rushed, brutal and wild, the both of you completely taken over by lust. His hands linger on your sides, giving you goosebumps and making you sigh when he lifts the thermal shirt off your body and you hold on tight to the panel when he hooks his fingers in the hem of your pants and pulls everything down and away from your body, leaving you completely naked in front of him.

“You look… Good without your uniform on, officer.” he is pleased looking at your naked body. “Wonder if I could say the same about you, Mandalorian.” “You’ll have to use your imagination."

“Are you even a real Mandalorian? Maybe you stole this armour, or maybe you bought it off some Jawas.” you mock him.

"Come here and I’ll show you." he simply says as he sits back on his chair, legs spread wide and a visible bulge in his pants.

Just as you get close to him, he takes out one of his weapons, a strange sword without a blade, and begins to trace your nipple with the hilt. You start to breathe heavily and you can feel your nipple getting harder by the second, your eyes carefully following his movements as he descends ever so slowly, teasing you, trailing your stomach and then your lower belly, stopping right in front of your cunt, driving you crazy, your legs spreading for him, begging for some friction. He softly brushes your lips, carefully avoiding your clit to tease you further, until he finally touches it. The sudden contact of the hilt with your sensitive clit makes you shudder and let out a whimper.

"Don't. Move." he orders as he continues to touch you with that weapon, rubbing it against your clit, producing obscene, wet sounds at the contact. You try to stay as still as you can as he plays with that dangerous weapon so close to your most delicate spot. You beg he'd go faster, you wish you could ride it and come all over it, as pathetic as it sounds, but no, he doesn't want that. He wants to take his time to tease you, getting you nice and wet as he plays with you like you're his toy.

He stands up, towering over you.

"Stick your tongue out."

You immediately do and he starts to trace your mouth with the hilt.

"This is the Darksaber. Whoever wields it can rule all of Mandalore, and you're licking it after I've used it to give you pleasure. Feel how wet you’ve made it. How does that make you feel?"

“Like you should sit down on that chair and take out that cock. Touch yourself while I lick your Darksaber clean, Mandalorian.”

He grunts as you push him back on his chair. He immediately unzips his pants to take his throbbing cock out as you keep licking his weapon clean, pleased at the sight of his erection in his hand.

"Touch yourself for me, Mando" you order him as you trace your tongue on the hilt.

"Enough of that." he grabs you by the hair and pushes you on your knees, forcing you to suck his cock. In a swift movement he grabs the Darksaber with his two hands, using it as leverage to keep your head down, forcing his entire cock into your throat, making you startle at the sudden lack of air.

"You don't get to give me orders." he growls before freeing you from his grasp to let you breathe. You gasp for air and look at him, panting.

Maker, he's so dangerous. He could kill you in one second if he wanted to, and you've never, never been wetter than this, playing this dangerous, twisted game with a deadly warrior.

He gives you a few seconds to breathe and then he's back at it, using his weapon to make you choke on his cock.

"Do you understand? I can do whatever I want to you." he releases you once again. There are tears in the corner of your eyes but that doesn't stop him from doing that one more time.

"You're so fucking pretty, but you also need someone to tame you. You've found the right man. Is that what you were looking for, officer? Someone to tame that bad temper?" he says and releases you one more time. You gasp for air as one tear sheds down your cheek.

"Come here. I'll fuck that bad attitude out of you." he orders as he puts the Darksaber away.

This. This is what you've always been craving, what you always wanted.

You slowly rise from the cold floor, your hands on his thighs as you can't stop looking at each other with longing desire. You straddle him, shaking in anticipation as you sink on his body guided by his hands on your hips, letting his cock slowly slide inside of you. The both of you moan as his cock splits you open for him, making him feel how hot and welcoming you are. You both let out a long, satisfied sigh, his voice is dark and sensual and you spasm around his throbbing cock, heavily aroused to finally have him inside of you.

“Mando, let me see if you're only good with words now."

“Din. I want to hear you screaming my name when I’ll make you come on my cock, officer.”

“You’re pretty confident in your abilities, Mandalorian.”

“Your mouth might say otherwise, but your body agrees with me.” he's so arrogant and full of himself, his confidence is making you wet.

“It does” you concede “you feel good, Din.” you purr in his neck, and he grunts when he hears how sweet your voice can be as you whisper his name while you have his cock buried inside of you. You start riding him slowly, looking at him in the visor as you feel every ridge and vein of his cock, enjoying every single moment of it, letting him almost slip out, only to let him back inside of you. He lets out sighs of satisfaction that drive you insane and only want to make you increase your rhythm but no, not yet, you want to make him pay for the way he's been treating you.

“If I had known my cock would have been enough to tame your bad temper, I’d have fucked you earlier.”

“What about yours, Din? What should I do about you being an asshole to me?” you say as you pull him out of you, making him grunt.

“Fuck. Put it back in.” 

“Not so fast. I want you to behave. Beg for it.” 

“You know I could just take you anytime I want, right?” “I do. But where would the fun be?”

He hums in pleasure as you take his drenched cock in your hand and start to slowly stroke it right in front of your cunt, moaning in his neck just to get him even more aroused.

“Fuck. You’re good at this.” he whimpers.

You start to slide it between your folds, the both of you moaning in arousal.

“Dank Farrik, d-do you want me to die?” he growls, subjugated by your teasing. “I want you to behave.” you whisper in a heady groan as you keep rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his cock. “F-fuck. I want to be inside of you so badly.”

“Say it.”

He sighs and pauses, taking a good look at the tip of his cock teasing your entrance.

“Please.” 

“Please what?” you ask, biting your lip in pleasure.

“Please put my cock back inside of you, officer.” there's a hint of annoyance in his voice when he surrenders and sees your satisfied smirk.

“Good.” you whisper gasping against his helmet as you slowly slide his cock deep back inside of you. 

That’s the moment when he digs his fingers in your hips and starts jackhammering you, making you scream as he said he would, your hands clawing on his shoulders.

“Who do you think you are? Do you think you can taunt me? I’m a Mandalorian. A bounty hunter. Bet you’ve never been fucked so good, officer. I’m gonna give you this cock so hard, you’ll never forget about me. You’ll be touching yourself thinking about me for the rest of your life. Thinking about the Mandalorian Din Djarin who fucked your brains out on Maldo Kreis.”

The way he's fucking hard and rough into you as he says those things in an angry, husky voice is pleasurably devastating and addicting, having you moan frantically as your body is held still by his strong hands.

"Oh, fuck, Din, don't stop. Don't stop!" you let out in a desperate cry.

"Do you want to come on my cock, officer? Let me hear it. I want to hear you beg for it."

"Please, please Din, make me come on your cock." you drawl, subjugated by lust.

"Mmm - you sound so hot when you beg for me. Keep going and I won't stop."

"Please! I've never been fucked like this, Din." your heart is racing, your breathing is getting laboured and feel the orgasm approaching “I'm so close, Din, so fucking close. Please, don’t stop."

"Come, officer. Keep riding my cock and come on it. I want to hear you scream my name." 

"Oh, Din!" you scream his name as the overwhelming force of the orgasm washes over you, a white blaze of bliss making you lose control, uncontrollably spasming and sensually moaning as he doesn't stop giving it to you, groaning in pleasure when he feels how tight and wet you get around him when you come on his dick.

"That's it. That's my good girl." he grunts as he lets you ride your orgasm.

His rhythm slows down as you come back from your high, his hands still firmly on your hips, guiding you, making you slowly grind your pussy against his cock, the cockpit full of your pants.

"Ready for round two, officer?"

He doesn’t even wait for your response, your mind still fogged by the astonishing orgasm he just gave you.

He gets up from the chair and in a second he turns you around, your body slammed against the control panel and the windshield, your wrists held up high by his hand. Your legs are shaking and you can't really seem to stand on your feet properly.

You couldn't possibly be ready for him slamming his dick inside of you all at once, so hard that air leaves your lungs in an exhale. You'd curse at him, but you can't articulate words as he is fucking you so violently, his strong hand on your hip keeping you still. If you thought he was fucking you hard earlier, it's nothing compared to now - feeling all the power of his body giving it to you wild and raw is pleasurably devastating. You couldn't possibly have imagined that what he gave you earlier was merely foreplay for him, just a little tease before making sure you knew who is really in charge and how hard he can fuck you. He was just letting you have a small taste of what would happen after, wanting you to get ready for him, nice and wet and stretched open for his thick cock to split you in half. He grabs a fistful of your hair and you feel his helmet close to your ear.

"What? You're out of breath already? I'm just getting started, officer." he slides it out almost completely and slams it back in so hard you roll your eyes in pleasure.

"Look at you. Loving this dick so much you're rolling your eyes. Gonna fuck you so hard, you'll learn how to fucking behave." 

You can't do anything besides taking his cock and letting out choked moans.

"Still regret being stuck here with me? Tell me. Do you still think I'm a coward?" he growls in between thrusts.

You can barely drawl a moan in response and he chuckles.

"Yeah, I don't think so. You can't even speak." he mocks you as he pounds into you harder and harder, devastating you, reducing you to a pathetic, moaning mess.

"Who knows if the snow storm has stopped and your partner is looking for you. What if he sees you getting fucked like this?"

You know it's wrong, but the thought turns you on so much that you clench around him, and he feels it.

"Oh, you'd like it? Officer, what do we have here? A little whore?" you hear his dark chuckle as he grips your throat with his hand, bringing you closer to him - the hot, naked skin of your back against his cold beskar armour as he never stops railing you. 

Getting called like that in other circumstances, by any other person in the galaxy, would have caused you to shoot them immediately, but now, oh, did that turn you on.

"You like being called that way, don't you? Whore." he whispers softly in your ear, and it drives you insane despite how much you're trying to hide it. He feels your body getting rigid, the vibrations of your throat choking a moan, the way you bite your lip trying not to let one sound out, and you can bet he's loving every second of it. 

His other hand starts to rub your clit and that's when you fucking lose it - your mouth opens wide and lets out a loud groan of pleasure.

"Tell me you're my whore and I'll give you the best orgasm of your life."

You hesitate - his request is so degrading, but you want it at the same time. He can sense your indecisiveness and stops drawing circles on your clit and starts going around it, carefully avoiding it.

"N-no. Don't stop. It's unfair!" you whimper.

"Say it."

You try to relieve the ache between your legs by bringing a hand there, but he is quick to stop you and block your wrist behind your back, immobilising you as if you were one of his bounties, getting you even more aroused, so much, in fact, that you let out another groan.

"Don't make me handcuff you." he growls sensually and you immediately picture him fighting criminals every day, used to manhandling thugs and being a badass and you get even more aroused at the thought, and decide to give him whatever he wants.

You mumble those words, barely audible, ashamed but at the same time yielding, desperately and pathetically wanting him to give you what you so achingly crave, in a way that only he can provide. A need that you never even realised existed before he brought you into the highest dimension of pleasure.

"What? I didn't hear you."

"I am your whore." you whisper, annihilated.

"Good girl. Say it again. Louder this time."

"I am your whore, Din! Please, please make me come like this!" you surrender to him completely, defeated by your very body refusing to let this slip away.

"That's my girl. You asked so nicely, I'm gonna give it to you." you hear the satisfaction in his voice as he immediately starts to rub your clit again, driving you close to the edge in no time, your cunt getting tighter in anticipation.

“Shit, I want to come inside of you. I'm so fucking close, officer. You’re gonna patrol the outer rim, flying your Starfighter while my cum drips down your beautiful cunt. You’re gonna feel that and you will think of me the entire time.” he rasps in your ear as you feel his body pushing you further into the transparisteel and then over the edge, making you come screaming his name once again rolling your eyes over your lids, desperately begging him to come inside of you.

His groans get louder and louder as he comes. You feel his is cock pulsing and twitching, thrusting into you, wanting to go as deep as it can go, filling you with his hot release as you clamp erratically around him.

Both of your bodies are spent as you come back from your high, the sound of your laboured breathing fills the cockpit.

"Hey" he pants "keep it inside now. I don't want to see a single drop going to waste. Are we clear?"

You nod and he slips out of you slowly as you obey his order, keeping his release inside of you as you get dressed, feeling it drip between your legs as he walks you back to your ship.

Carson is already there - he has fixed the minor damages your X-wing had sustained when you crashed in the snow, confident in the fact that you found shelter somewhere and that you’re safe and will be back soon.

What he did not expect is for you to show up with the Mandalorian by your side, though.

"Can I have a few words with you?" he asks with a raised brow.

You nod and walk a few steps away from Din, going behind your ship to have some privacy.

"He saved my life." you regretfully admit before he even has a chance to speak, expecting a scolding.

"Listen. I run the tabs on the Razor Crest. It seems like your new friend has an arrest warrant on him for the abduction of a prisoner." he pauses briefly and lets out a sigh "But he has also captured three wanted culprits and tried to save the Lieutenant's life."

"I'd say we let him go this time. I really don't want to file a report about what happened. I hate doing that."

"Is that so?" he asks sarcastically.

"These are trying times, come on."

Carson raises his brow once again, looking at you and then at the armoured menace standing a few steps away from him.

“Fine.” he shrugs, not wanting to dig deeper with regards to your change of mind towards the Mandalorian, then gets back to his ship.

You jump in your X-wing, but before closing the hatch and taking off, you address Din one more time.

"We're even now, Din Djarin. See you next time, and don't get caught."

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well it's love, make it hurt - chapter three

well it's love, make it hurt series

three: well it's love, make it hurt

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dom!Din Djarin x sub!f!reader

Word count: 4k

Summary: You mess up a hunt and lose the bounty. You panic, afraid you've ruined the tenuous work partnership and blossoming, if unconventional, relationship between you and the Mandalorian.

Warnings: bdsm, bad bdsm etiquette, miscommunication, good intentions, dom!Mando and sub!reader, slightly brat tamer!Mando and brat!reader, protective!Mando, d/s relationship, d/s dynamics, blurred lines, power imbalance if you squint, reader is a badass bounty hunter, pre-purge (and slightly ooc mando), spanking, punishment, discipline, canon-typical violence, wounds, oral (f receiving), explicit consent, aftercare, Din Djarin takes the helmet off but does not reveal his face, playing fast and loose with the Creed

Originally written for Kinktober Day 5 - Body Worship / Facesitting. Inspired by this prompt list from @absurdthirst

also on ao3

3 ABY - Fall

The intel was bad.

You’d been made the minute you entered the cantina, and they even had the smarts not to show it. Playing along, letting you flirt and sweet talk your way to a private room.

The bounty, Skaad Droff, was supposed to be an easy target. A low level spicelord who gambled too much of his profits and got on a few bad ledgers. It was an okay payout, if a bit insulting to a team like you and Mando. You had only accepted it because there were two other bounties here on Kijimi, and it was going to be an in-and-out op. Extra credits for little effort. 

It had been your idea to take the puck. The others were enough to pay your way, but if you were going to keep this deal with Mando, you wanted to buy a hammock instead of sleeping on a shitty bedroll on crates in the hull. To Mando’s credit, he had offered you the bunk on the first night, but neither of you had really expected to continue to work together. 

But you made a good team. And having the Crest was nice. (And the… other part of your partnership was fantastic). 

So. You stuck around.

Droff, like most of the slimeballs you’d met, had a weakness for a sure thing. Mando hadn’t loved the idea but had been willing to defer to you. 

Maker, he was going to be so kriffing unbearable if you messed this up.

Which, given how the two bodyguards hidden inside the room had gotten your primary blaster and commlink, seemed likely. You had already missed one check-in, but that was the nature of undercover ops. Mando wouldn’t be worried yet (would he worry at all?), so you still had time to pull this off. 

So, three to one in a locked room. They make quick work of patting you down and find your other blaster and explosives. They even take your boots off and find your knife. They do not put your boots back on, which maybe pisses you off more than losing your weapons.

One of the guards is trying to pull your arms behind your back, and look, maybe you hadn’t been trained from birth to be a killing machine, and maybe you didn’t have impenetrable armor, but you still knew how to brawl.

And also bite—something dickhead #2 learned very quickly when he went to wrap a hand around your throat. 

Biting really only works the once. It catches them off guard, especially when you have no reservations about going for a chunk of flesh. That’s okay. Once is all you need.

The momentary commotion gives you the opening to yank one arm free, pull the pin out of your hair, and slam it into the guard’s other wrist so he releases you. There's a spray of hot blood when you pull it out. 

Okay, where the fuck is Mando? It has to be extraction time.

You scramble to snag your blaster off the long table in the center of the room, but the second guard had recovered his wits and seemed a little mad about the weeping teeth marks around his forearm. He tackles you, and the compact pistol skitters across the table and onto the floor on the other side. 

Kriff. 

Fine, whatever. 

You have bigger issues now, like the man who has you pinned to the stained carpet, one hand over your mouth and the other around your neck. And then you see it—your comm, having rolled off the table in the scuffle but just centimeters from where your arm is awkwardly bent under the guard’s weight. 

Rather than trying to conserve your strength for a better moment, you seize your whole body against his and manage to wiggle just enough to wrap your fingers around it. The edges of your vision are boxing in. You had gotten the comm, but now what? The buzzing in your brain drowns your thoughts, the last of the air in your lungs punched out in your fight to get the comm. 

If I die here, you think, he’s going to be so mad at me. 

“What’s that noise?” Droff snaps.

The guard looks around, easing just a fraction off you. 

The static isn’t inside your brain. 

It was coming from the comm. In your struggle to breathe, you had tensed, holding down the button and opening the line to Mando. 

A detonator shatters the exterior wall, sending debris and chunks of stone into the air. The guard leaps back, abandoning you, and you roll to your feet. From the new, more convenient entrance, Mando has his rifle aimed at the guard but hesitates. You were in his only line of fire. 

It didn’t matter. You reach the other pin at the top of your braid and lodge it solidly into the man’s throat. He sputters and chokes before joining his peer on the floor as they bled out. 

“Why didn’t you check in?” he snaps. 

“I had it handled, didn’t I?” you rsay, turning around—not to look at Mando, but to grab Droff. He was already halfway through the door, fleeing for the crowded cantina. 

You lunge but catch your bare foot on a chunk of debris and go down. Hard. Your hand, rather than stopping your fall, gets caught between your body and the debris with a sickening crunch. 

It doesn’t hurt, so you push back up, but before you stand, Mando scoops you by the waist and tosses you over his shoulder like a dead womp rat. 

“What are you doing? Why didn’t you go after him?” 

“Why didn’t you follow protocol?” His voice is sharp and acidic. 

Neither of you speak again. You fume, hot tears of humiliation pricking at your eyes. He lowers you only to plop you down on the speeder, sliding in behind you and locking you in place with his thick, armored thighs. He reaches up around you and grabs the handles. 

By the time you had woven in and out of the tiny alleys and out of the city to the Crest, your rage had waned. The wind whipping at your face had graciously allowed your tears to disappear, and the few errant sniffles were lost in the rush. He dismounts and doesn’t allow you a moment to do so yourself before swinging you up over his shoulder and stomping up the ramp. 

He sets you down on your crate-bed and goes about closing up the ship for the night. You wanted to slink into the fresher and hide until he went to sleep, but now that everything has settled, now that the adrenaline has seeped out and left you shaking, the pain is making itself known.

Your throat is definitely bruised, possibly damaged. You taste blood, but your teeth are all accounted for, and while scraped and bleeding, both of your feet are fine. Your left cheekbone aches from hitting the ground, and a few ribs are sore but not broken. 

Your wrist definitely is, though. 

Bile burns up your aching throat. This was it, then. You fucked up a hunt, and now you're useless. The thought of being alone again, without a ship, scraping up whatever bounties were available on the same planet just to eat and sleep, sends your heart racing. 

Being alone had never bothered you before Mando. It had been such a mistake to get comfortable. 

Attached. 

Mando jumps back down from the cockpit and stalks over, still burning and ready to yell about it. But when he sees you trembling, staring at the floor with blank eyes, and cradling your wrist, the fight slips out of him. 

Medpack in hand, he kneels before you and pries your fingers away from your injured hand. You hiss through clenched teeth as he carefully evaluates the damage. 

“It’s a clean break,” he says, reaching down for a bacta patch. 

You twitch but held back from protesting. He adheres the patch around your wrist and wraps it with gauze before applying the spray that would harden the bandage into a cast. 

“Should only be a day,” he says. 

You still don’t look at him, don’t speak. 

“Where else are you injured?” 

“‘M fine,” you say to the floor. 

He narrows his eyes behind the shelter of the helmet at the croak in your voice. “Lift your head up so I can check, please.”

“I said I’m fine.” What you meant to be a frustrated snap breaks and squeaks, setting your lip twitching into a sneer. 

“I didn’t ask. Lift your head.” 

Somehow still defiant when cooperating, you jerk your head up and to the side, exposing the blossoming black and purple around your throat. He hisses, reaching a gloved hand up to brush against it, but you flinch away. 

“Stop moving. You need more bacta.” 

You want so, so badly to argue. Like a dying loth-cat, you want to scratch and bite and snarl. But it hurts to breathe, to swallow, let alone to pick a fight. So you hold still, looking anywhere but him, as he applies the spray. 

His eyes rove over your body, noting the other scrapes and cuts, cataloging them to check on later, but not pushing you to treat them now. 

Leaving you be for a moment, he moves around the hull to store his weapons. He mixes a bowl of hot water from the steamer with a packet of powder, stirring it into a thick stew, and brings it to you with a spoon. 

“No thanks,” you say. 

“Fine, then we can start talking about what happened.” 

Finally, finally looking up at him, you take the soup. You're glowering, but he takes the win anyway. 

He sits beside you on the stack of crates and waits patiently until you finish eating.

“We have rules—protocols, for a reason,” he says after you set the bowl to the side.

“The rules don’t apply out there.”

“You know what I meant. We have protocols for hunts. Not orders, not rules, but a system. It’s for safety—for both of us. We check in. We call for backup. We bail if the situation is out of control.”

“I had it handled.”

“You gonna keep lying, digging yourself into that hole?” 

A sigh. “No.” 

“Good. Why didn’t you call? Or leave?”

“I thought I could handle it,” you whisper. 

“Why was this bounty so important to you? We’ve bailed on bigger payouts before.”

Your heart sinks, self-disgust bubbling over. You used two bacta units. The cost of that alone was more than the bounty would have paid. “Doesn’t matter now.” 

“Hey,” he snaps, fed up. He grabs your chin between his fingers and forces you to look at him. At the helmet, at least. “None of this works—not out there, not in here—if you don’t talk to me.”

“Fine. I know. It doesn’t work. Will you at least drop me back on Cantonica since you’ll get the full payout?” 

It was his turn to sit in silence, head spinning. The conversation had gotten away from him very quickly. “You want to leave,” he says flatly after a minute. 

“Oh yeah, sure. I want to leave. That’s why I was trying to save for a real fucking bed.”

“That’s what this was all about? Why didn’t you just ask?” He's furious all over again. “We could have just taken that out of the maintenance budget. Why wouldn’t you tell me you were uncomfortable?”

You wrench your face from his hand, refusing to openly cry, blinking hard at the floor. “Dunno.”

“Stop lying to me.”

“Fine! I didn’t want you to say no. I didn’t want you to say there was no point wasting credits, that I couldn't stay. Okay?”

He clenches and unclenches his hands, gloves creaking, and takes a deep breath. “Okay,” he says, voice softer. Sadder. “This is my fault.”

“Ugh, Mando, that is not—”

“No, it is. I thought I had made myself clear with you, but obviously, I haven’t.” He peels off the gloves, throwing them to the floor before reaching up to unhook his armor, piece by piece dropping. 

You track each one with wide eyes. When he's down to his flight suit and helmet, he hops off your bed and makes room for himself to stand between your legs. 

“Do you think I’d do this with just anyone? You think I take my armor off every time I fuck someone?” He cups your face, sending a full-body shudder through you. “You think I take care of someone else like this?”

“I don’t know,” you whisper, sniffling. It wasn’t a lie, but a deflection this time. 

“Cyar’ika. I told you the only way this was going to work was if you trusted me. I’m sorry I didn’t show you that it went both ways.”

Whatever you were about to say dies between your lips as he lifts you and moves you over, and begins to peel your blood-stained clothes away, seeking the warmth underneath. You raise your arms obediently and bite your lip at how gently he extracts your injured arm from its sleeve. A firm hand pushes on your shoulder until you lie back on the bed, and you lift your hips when he hooks his fingers into your waistband, yanking your trousers and panties off together. 

“I need to know if you trust me,” he say. 

You nod.

“I need to hear you say it.”

You look up at him where he hovers. "I trust you."

“And I trust you,” he said, pulling the roll of gauze back out of the medpack. You hold still, confused, but compliant as he wraps it around your head, closing your eyes as he covers them. “I trust you to leave that on until I say you can remove it.” 

“Yes, sir,” you say, and flinch at a strange hissing sound. You exhale slowly, willing yourself to stay still and good for whatever he’s decided your punishment for all this must be. 

And then he kisses you.

You gasp, but it’s swallowed by his warm, wet mouth, his tongue that doesn’t wait for permission to seek you out. It’s rough and messy, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck but get distracted by hair. It’s shaggy, curly, and a little coarse. Your fingers rake through it and he moans into your mouth. 

“Wait,” you pant, but he presses forward for another kiss anyway, “no, wait, wait.” 

He reels back. “Sorry, I should have—I should have asked.” He sounds out of breath and a little broken.

“No, I... it’s just… your Creed—”

“Can you see me?” he asks rhetorically. He knows you haven’t even tried.

“No, I wouldn’t, I—”

“Exactly. Cyar’ika, the gauze isn’t there because I think you’ll look. It’s so you don’t have to worry about it when I’m making you cum.”

Your hips jerk against his where he straddles you. He takes that as an opportunity to dive back, aching for more. He kisses your lips again and moves down your neck, grinning against your breast as you convulse a little when his breath fans over your nipple. 

He takes it in his mouth, practically salivating to taste you, to make you cry for him. The moan that punches out of you when he sucks hard on the bud goes straight to his cock, and you can feel it grow against your bare cunt. 

He laves attention to your tits, alternating bites and kisses and murmurs of affection. “You’re perfect, cyar’ika; how could I not want you? Look at you; so sweet for me.”

His words and his mouth make you cry out. He kisses down your stomach and hips. 

Then he abruptly stands. “Sit up, sweetheart.” 

You do, cautiously, fumbling to hold on the edge of the crate. He helps you to your feet and makes quick work of his flight suit before hopping up on the bedroll and laying down. His hands tug at your uninjured wrist, pulling you over until he can lift you by the waist.  You scramble to slide your legs over him and move to grab his cock, beyond ready to welcome him inside you. 

“No,” he growls. He grabs your hips and tugs, lurching you forward. “Come here.”

“What?” 

“Get up here and give me your cunt. Now.” 

You hesitate, and he cracks a hand over your ass, albeit softly. You yelp and scoot forward, balancing precariously. He puts one hand firmly on your hip to help you stay steady. 

“Listen to me,” he orders. 

You hum, setting your hand against his chest to feel the rumble of his uninhibited voice. 

“I want you to stay. I want you to stay and be mine. But if that’s going to happen, I need you to be sure. And if we’re going to forgive each other, if you’re going to forgive yourself, then two things are going to have to happen.”

“I want to,” you cry immediately, “please, I don’t want to leave.”

“Good. Then here’s how this is going to go. You know you need to be punished.”

“Yes, sir.” The sob behind your answer threatens to waver his decision, but no. He has to, or you’ll hold this doubt in your heart forever.

“Why do you need to be punished?” 

“B-because I didn’t do what you said.”

“No, sweetheart. Hey.” He reaches up and strokes your cheek. “I promise. Nothing—ever—outside will affect you here. But if, and only if, you really want to be mine like this, then I have to punish you for lying.”

“O-okay."

“Why do you need to be punished?” he asks again, soft. 

“I lied to you about being hurt and upset.” It’s barely a whisper, but warm pride brings a smile to his face.

“Good girl.” He rewards you by pulling your hand to his lips for a kiss. You shudder again. 

“It’s been a hard day. So what I’m going to do is give you your punishment and reward at the same time. You’re going to scoot over here and let me eat your cunt. You remember your words, if you need me to stop?”

“Yes, sir.” 

He takes a moment to look at you, really look at you, bare before him for the first time with no visor in between. Your hair is a mess, half your braid fallen out with the loss of your pins. Your cheeks are splotchy and swollen from crying. “You’re so beautiful, sweet girl. You going to let me take care of you now?”

You nod, and he grasps both hips to settle you over his mouth. He can’t help but lick up into you right away, relieved to find you dripping. You cry out and waver, so he wraps one hand back around your hip and holds tight. 

He dives back in. You know he’s never done this before, and he’s certainly sloppy and fumbling, but the voraciousness of his tongue and the almost desperate way he digs in more than make up for it. It’s better than any of the men who’ve bothered to try before. 

He keeps going, licking, sucking, nipping at your thighs and lips, and though you’re tense with apprehension, waiting for the first strike, you find yourself on the edge of an orgasm very quickly. 

“Please,” you whisper.

You feel his lips curl into a smile, and he breaks away only long enough to grant permission before he’s wrapped back around your clit, sucking hard enough that you see stars as you fall apart. He moans, sinfully loud, and it pushes you into a second, smaller orgasm in quick succession. 

His licks get softer, backing off to let you breathe. When you’ve come down, pleasure warming your whole body, he pulls away.

“How many times did you lie to me tonight?”

You try to think through the haze. “Um.” You don’t want to be bad; you want to suffer for your sins and be redeemed through his will. You especially don’t want him to think you’re trying to lessen your punishment. “Um. Maybe six? Or seven? I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t know.”

His thumb rubs soothing circles on your hip, and he raises his other hand to cup your cheek. “That’s okay, cyar'ika. Thank you for trying.” He strokes your cheek. “It was five.” 

“I’m so sorry.” You don’t want to cry yet; you know it’ll be harder if you do. You’ll cry in the end, anyway. But you want to be brave.

“I’m going to give you five for each. You know the rules.” 

You nod, and he pulls his hand from your face to cup your ass. You jolt in surprise when you feel his tongue again instead. As he licks deep into you, he pulls his hand away and lands a firm spank. 

“One,” you gasp. It wasn’t a hard hit, just past tingling, and the combination with his ministrations is making you dizzy. 

The next one is harder, as is each subsequent strike. You count, none of the hits reaching the point of real pain yet. 

He cups your ass and rubs it soothingly. “Cum, baby,” he murmurs before sinking his teeth in around your clit. 

“Fuck, oh fuck.” Your hips jerk against his mouth and he chuckles, kissing and licking you through it. 

“Good girl,” he croons into your cunt and brings his hand down hard on your ass. 

“S-six,” you sob a little. It definitely stung more, but then immediately, he’s drawing cries of pleasure from you. 

He pauses again after the next four, soothing you and bringing you to the edge. He teases a little this time, withholding permission while you squirm, before telling you to cum. 

The next hit hurts. You choke back a sob, trying to spit out “eleven.” He delivers the next four rapidly, not allowing each hit to sink in before the next one. When he pauses again and refocuses on your clit, you realize what he’s doing.

It’s working. You’re so dazed from the pain bleeding into pleasure, you’ve started to moan with each strike. The way you burn from each slap makes the orgasm he rips from you more intense than you’ve had before. 

It makes you start to cry in earnest. You’re bawling and he freezes. 

“Check in, please. Are you okay?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, please, I’m okay, I can take it. Please.” You don’t have the words to tell him you’re only crying because you have no room left in your chest for your feelings. 

Later, you’ll ask him if you’re broken. If you shouldn’t feel so safe, so cared for, when he hurts you. He’ll tell you he doesn’t know, but then he must be broken too, since the way you cried for him, the way you gave yourself over and trusted him to catch you, is how he feels safe, too. 

The last two sets, the last two orgasms, are a blur. You feel faint, and delirious, like you’re floating away but also being held down tight. Anchored.

When it’s all over, he carefully slips out from under you and lifts you up, setting you up on your knees with your hand against the wall for support. He checks you over to make sure he didn’t go too far, that none of your wounds have reopened. When he goes to get a cream to ease the burn, you whimper.

“Don’t, please. I wanna feel it.” 

He hesitates. He just wants to take it all away. “Cyar’ika, you don’t need to punish yourself further. You took it so well; you’re such a good girl.” 

You sniffle but nod, and hold still while he takes care of you. He digs around and finds himself clothes, slipping the helmet back on, before gently tugging one of his tunics over your head, mindful of your wrist, and peeling the gauze from your face . Then, he helps you to your feet and opens the ramp.

You open blurry eyes, looking up at him. “What’re you doing?”

“We’re going to get a room for the night,” he says firmly, brooking no argument even though you know it’s not in the budget. “And tomorrow, we’ll go to the market before we leave and look for a bigger bed for the bunk. If you’d like.”

You can’t think of anything you’d like more.

*title from "Bonus Mosh, pt. II" by Taking Back Sunday.

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[lady-djarin]

yes sir

din djarin x f!reader (drabble)

warnings: pure smut, semi-brat tamer din, outdoor sex, spanking, some degradation, teasing, p in v unprotected sex (wrap your willies!) 18+ minors dni GO CHILDREN GET OUT

word count: 1.8k

a/n: just a short drabble… tbh sometimes i hate writing the end of a smut story, i never know what to do lol. i just really wanted to write brat tamer shit with din, enjoy my lovelies!

Three days. You had been hunting this quarry for three days, non-stop. you were tired, covered in sweat and dirt and not happy. The tropical landscape normally would have been your cup of tea, if you had a large cup of spotchka instead of chasing a madman through the forest. You and your Mandalorian companion were growing impatient with this hunt but the bounty was large enough to make it worth it. He was wanted for trying to blow up a government building on Coruscant and multiple accounts of aggravated assault; clearly a gnarly guy. You knew he was no match for the two of you.

You two worked like a well oiled machine, complimenting each other in perfect harmony. He was the big strong brute force and you were the sly and stealthy one. You were both smart that’s for sure and that’s why this case was particularly frustrating. On the third day, the sky decided to open up and pour down on you as if you didn’t have enough issues. You both groaned at the first droplet, knowing what was coming your way. Almost as soon as the first drop hit your head, the next thousand rained down all at once you both quickly ducked into a cave nearby, just deep enough to shelter both your bodies from the downpour.

“Dank Farik…” The large man slumped down on the wall of the cave, a small thunk from his helmet hitting the stone. You did the same on the opposite side, your legs touching in the small space. “We just can't catch a break.”

“Maybe if you stopped picking the hardest bounties we could actually get some of them done…,” you mumbled, only slightly to yourself.

“Me? You’re the one who suggested we follow behind and stay quiet instead of just jumping his ass in the first place!” You were both exhausted, and you knew it, but that didn't stop you both from getting in each other's faces. It's normally very civil between you both, some slight disagreements but nothing serious. You could recognise the anger bubbling up in your gut but didn't have the energy to stop yourself.

“Maker forbid I have any input! You're always the one deciding what we do and where we go next! Fuck, I’m so tired of it…” You got up and paced across the entrance to the cave, like a lothcat behind bars. Running your hands over your face you could tell the Mandalorian got up to meet you. He was on you in a second.

“If you’re complaining, I can leave you on this fucking planet for all I care!” Mando never curses, like ever. You knew he was pissed, especially the way his voice tore through the modulator and he was backing you against the stone wall.

“Maybe you should!” The air suddenly became wired, a tension running between you two. You were both breathing heavily, you could see it fogging his visor this close. The anger burned in your blood, so why was the only thing you could focus on the sudden need to have him touch you. Your body screamed for his hands to roam your skin, wishing his hand was around your neck. You were ashamed to say that this was actually turning you on.

“Don't try me, sweetheart,” his voice was a low rumble that you felt in your chest. Just as he went to turn away from you, you shook your head as you sarcastically rolled your eyes.

“Yes sir.”

He paused, his heart stopping as he smirks under his helmet. Sir? Why did he like hearing that so much from you? You had always been a little bit of a smart mouth but ‘Sir’? He never thought he would love one word so much.

“What?” He stepped even closer, pressed up against you entirely. “What did you say?”

“I said… ‘yes sir’,” you knew exactly what you did, but didn’t know if it would actually work, until now. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just tilted his helmet at you, pinning you down with his gaze. You started to worry that he might have taken it the wrong way but when his hand grazed up your arm, you knew you read him right. You had a feeling he felt the same as you but didn’t know for sure until now. Before you could even think, his large hand wrapped around your throat, just tight enough to make your head spin. Finally, the tension was broken and you smiled against his helmet.

“You're such a brat, you know that,” you smiled wider, knowing what was coming. “Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?” You felt your heart drum in your chest and your core clenched around nothing.

“Maybe…” The end of the word was strangled by his palm pressing on your vocal cords. The seams in the leather gloves were pressing deliciously into your delicate skin, somehow turning you on more.

Suddenly you were spun around, your hands flying out to keep you from colliding with the cave wall. His hands disappeared from your body for only a second before one returned to the back of your neck, and they were his bare hands.

“Unbutton your pants…now,” his voice was something you had never heard before, something almost scary. You did as he instructed, practically ripping the button and zipper off. Before you could push them down, Mando tore them down over your ass along with your underwear, the cold air causing you to jump. You thought that was as shocking as it would get but maker, were you wrong. Before your mind could register anything else, a loud crack split the air as his hand came down on your ass cheek. You shrieked in response, a sting left behind along with no doubt a large red mark in the shape of his hand. “You like that? Hmm? Like when I spank you for being a brat?”

Another slap. You were dripping, your slick coating your inner thighs as his hand came down on your ass another time. The hand around your neck was tightening with every spank. How could this man already read you like an open book, how could he know your every desire? Your brain was trying to think but all your body could focus on was the low grumble of his voice as he started to roam his hands over your soft skin, his fingers starting to trail up your inner thighs. Mando used his boot to kick open your legs, spreading them without having to ask. You moaned softly as he pushed on your upper back, bending you over as you were on full display for him.

“Mmm, look at you, so easy for me.” You were almost ashamed of yourself at how easily you followed his command, considering how much you fought him in every other aspect of your partnership. You were putty in his hands now, and he knew it. He reveled in the feeling of you relinquishing control to him, knowing that you were completely his in this moment. “You're so pretty when you listen, so obedient.” You were trying hard not to mewl at every word he said but for a man of few words, you wish he never stopped talking.

His fingers were grazing every part of you except where you wanted him most. You tried to rock against his hand when he got close to your clit, but never close enough to build any friction. You grew frustrated after not receiving enough attention on your clit, your legs already beginning to shake.

“M-Mando, please, just to-touch me,” you were trying not to sound too pathetic but the way he was teasing you, that was becoming harder.

“I like you begging for me.” Another loud smack on your ass earning a squeak from you. When all that came from you was a moan, his hand came down on your reddening skin again. “Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes! Maker, please just– please, I need more,” you begged, begged for just one touch. Like magic, his fingers found your dripping center and circled your bundle of nerves. Your whole body sagged at the releaf, pleasure spreading in your veins like fire. He moaned, moaned, at seeing you respond to him and your slick on his bare fingers. He could tell that he was going to lose control soon, getting lost in the feeling of you. “Mmm, Man-Mando, more… I need more,” you whined again, hoping to get him to relent.

“Fuck– I can’t wait to be inside you,” you heard the sound of his zipper being opened and your whole body burned with excitement. You felt the large man shift behind you, his hands gripping your hips to keep you in place. “You want me so bad? Fine, I’ll give you what you want, but I want you to scream my name.”

“Yes Mando please, wha-whatever you want,” you were a stuttering mess, the only thing on your mind was finally feeling him inside you.

“No,” he stopped himself for a moment with his tip lined up with your entrance. “Din. My name is Din.”

His name. He gave you his name, his real name. You felt your head swim and your heart ache. Not only was he giving you your deepest desire but he was giving you a part of him.

“Din,” you liked the taste of his name. “I need you.”

A low grunt escaped his chest as he thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. You both froze, the feeling so incredible and new, it felt like your world was turning on its axis. You had waited so long to know what he felt like, what he would fuck like. He was certainly not small, he was filling you up like you had never felt before. Once he adjusted to the feeling, he started moving his hips slowly before snapping them into your ass. The metal covering his thighs hit the back of yours and the cold bite of the feeling brought to your attention that he was still fully clothed and a helmet on his head. It felt almost wrong how much you loved it all; his roughness, the contrast in clothing and this all happening basically out in the open.

Your hands were barely holding you upright against the cave wall as he pounded into you. His length hit that perfect spot inside you every time he moved, causing the coil in your lower stomach to tighten again. Your knees began to shake, almost buckling under the pleasure of Din’s motions. As you started to slide down the wall, Din wrapped his arms around your body holding you tight to his chest, never ceasing to hammer into you.

“All this time… this is what you needed? Huh? This is all it took to get rid of that attitude? You fucking brat.”

You couldn’t even respond, you were done for.

“Use your words…”

“Y—yes…yes sir.”

You were sure that if anyone was in those woods, they heard both of your screams.

#din dijarin x reader #din djarin smut #the mandalorian #fanfic #mando x reader #din djarin #mando x you #mando smut

[beskarandblasters]

Girl, I need me some dom! Possessive as hell Din. Maybe him having reader chained up or tied up or something for acting like a brat or flirting with someone else and he punishes and edges her, learning her body and discovering what kinks make her go BRRRRR. Maybe some nipple play? Some choking and breath play? THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE 🫡🫡🫡

Who Do You Belong To?

Possessive/Brat Tamer!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Summary: You and Din are on a random planet for a bounty. You split up to gain intel and he flirts to get what he needs from the locals. You get jealous and decide to give him a taste of his own medicine for the next bounty. He causes a scene and drags you back to the Crest where he makes sure you know who you belong to.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, established relationship, canon divergent (he’s still got the Razor Crest in this and Grogu is with Luke), Jealous/Possessive!Din, Dom!Din, Brat Tamer!Din, restraints, edging, teasing, nipple play, helmet stays on, fingering, vaginal sex, rough sex, two different positions, choking, creampie, slight breeding kink, no use of y/n

Fic notifs: @beskarandblastersfics

You and Din are fighting currently, giving each other the silent treatment. Which is hard to do in a small space like the Razor Crest and when you sleep together on the same tiny cot. The fight started last night while looking for a bounty

You were on random some Outer Rim planet and staking out the local cantina. You and Din decided to split up and chat up some of the locals to gain intel. And that’s when a certain female green Twi’lek got a bit too touchy feely with your Mandalorian. You watched it happen across the room. She touched his bicep and giggled. You could hear her shrill voice above the loud noises of the cantina, marveling at how strong he felt. You saw her scooch closer and whisper something beside his helmet. You could only imagine what she could’ve possibly said to him but that’s when you decided you had enough of this. You walked right over there and stood in between the two of them at the bar. Her smile melted into a scowl at your presence. 

With a hand on your hip, you asked, “What do you think you’re doing?” 

“Excuse me?” she laughed, “Mando and I were having a conversation and last time I checked you weren’t included.”

“So? He’s with me,” you challenged. 

“Doesn’t seem like it, sweetie. Your man was flirting pretty hard with me,” she said smugly.

“Oh you think he was flirting with you?” you laughed, “He’s using you, to get what we’re both after.”

The smile faded from her face. And she knew exactly what your deal was. 

“Oh I know exactly what your deal is. And I’m not giving you any information,” she said, turning to face the bar again. 

Din sighed and stormed out of there. You followed him outside and as soon as you were alone he said, “Really? Was that necessary? Now the bounty is going to know we’re after him.”

“Well I’m sorry it looked like she was flirting with you,” you said, folding your arms. 

“She was,” he said nonchalantly. 

“Were you flirting back?”

“Yes, but it’s for the sake of getting the job done. It’s not real,” he shrugged. 

“It’s still flirting,” you scoffed. 

“It doesn’t even matter now. We’re going to have to get a new bounty because this one is out of the question now.”

You rolled your eyes and followed him back to the Crest. He lowered the exit ramp and you headed inside, climbing up the ladder to the cockpit and sitting down in one of the passenger seats without saying a word to him. He prepared the Crest for takeoff and set a course back to Nevarro. The whole trip back was silent, the tension hung heavy in the air around you. You resigned to staying back in the Crest as he collected a new bounty from Karga. The sun started to set by the time Din returned. You ate your ration separately like you always do but again didn’t speak the whole time. You changed into your pajamas and got into your routine of sleeping pressed against each other every night. He still held you despite the two of you being angry with each other. You drifted off to sleep replaying the night’s events in your head. 

That was last night. Now it’s the following evening on some other Outer Rim planet again. This bounty brings you to a cantina… again. The sun is about to set and the town is winding down for the night (except for the cantina of course). You walk through the desolate streets, completely silent. Which you’re honestly getting really fucking tired of. 

“I’ll go in first,” he says, stopping you in front of the entrance. 

You roll your eyes. “Sure whatever you say,” you respond, deciding to act like a brat. Just to get a rise out of him. 

He enters without saying a word to you and you follow soon after, eyes scanning the room. You watch him make his rounds, chatting up some women in a booth. Jealousy stirs in your stomach, along with a bit of rage. But you’re gonna give him a taste of his own medicine. 

You spot a decently attractive man sitting at the bar who just happens to have an empty seat next to him. You head straight over there and sit, not saying anything to him just yet. But it turns out you don’t have to. 

“Can’t say I’ve seen you here before,” he says, turning to face you. But you don’t meet his gaze yet. 

“You haven’t,” you say, flagging down the bartender for a drink. 

“A place like this is too rough for a pretty girl like you,” he says, sipping his own drink. 

“Is that so?” you ask, turning and placing your elbow on the bar, resting your head on your hand. 

The bartender stops in front of you and the man speaks first.

“Put whatever she’s getting on my tab,” he says, winking at the bartender. 

“Oh, thanks! I’ll just have some spotchka.”

You glance over at Din in a booth with three women across the room. You could hear them laughing at practically everything he was saying. One of the women said something and Din’s response practically has your jaw on the floor. He’s laughing, like genuinely laughing, which is a rare occurrence. 

She can’t be that fucking funny, you think to yourself as you seethe with anger. The man gave you the silent treatment for the past day and these random women in a cantina manage to pull a laugh out of him? Absolutely not.

The bartender brings your spotchka and you immediately start taking frequent sips, needing a little bit of liquid confidence for what you’re about to do. The man starts talking you up, asking all sorts of questions about you. You give him lies of course. This random man on this barren planet didn’t need to know about your life. You learn that his name is Orron. He’s a mechanic on this planet, mainly working on speeders. And he honestly seems like a nice guy. Throughout your conversation with him you glance over at Din, who’s still talking to those women but at one point he meets your gaze. So you decide to turn up the flirting. You start twirling your hair and laughing at pretty much anything he says. You even touch his bicep at one point. Honestly you’ve forgotten completely about the bounty Din’s after and you’re just flat out flirting now. You notice Din looked away from you and has gone back to talk with the women, so you feel a little defeated; defeated that that wasn’t enough to get his attention completely. You resign to letting Orron buy you more drinks and listening to more of his stories. 

All of a sudden he goes in for a kiss. And kriff you didn’t mean for it to go this far. But before his lips could make contact with yours you feel a hand grip your shoulder. You look up and see Din, towering over you ominously. 

“Hey buddy you’re interrupting something here,” Orron says, the aggravation seeping from his voice. 

“Oh, I was? That’s too bad,” Din says sarcastically, “Come on, cyar’ika. We’re leaving.”

“Uh she’s with me, pal,” Orron says, standing and getting in Din’s face (well really helmet). 

“No, she’s not,” Din says, grabbing Orron by the collar of his shirt. 

“Hey! Knock it off! Go out on the street if you’re gonna fight!” the bartender shouts from behind the counter. 

Din lets go and grumbles before storming out of the cantina. You stand and turn on your heel to follow him, not caring about Orron anymore. You try to ignore all of the faces staring at you on the way out before stepping out into the street and the crisp night time air. The alcohol is hitting you all at once, making you stumble a bit. 

“What was that all about?” Din angrily asks. 

“It was for the sake of getting the job done,” you reply, mocking him from yesterday. 

“He was going to kiss you.”

“At least he can,” you snap. 

Silence falls between you immediately. He grabs you by the arm and drags you back to the ship despite your protests. 

“Let go! Stop it!” you shout but he doesn’t budge, keeping a firm grip on your arm. Thank the Maker the streets are dead or else you’d be getting weird looks. Maybe someone would even intervene. 

He drops at the Crest lowers the exit ramp, pulling you inside before closing it behind him. He sits you down on a crate in the storage area of the ship and paces back and forth in front of you. You can tell he’s absolutely fuming under the helmet. You’d give anything to see his face at this moment. 

“So you think you can just flirt with another man in front of me?” he says, stopping in front of you.

“So? You flirted with that twi’lek yesterday in front of me, too,” you respond, rolling your eyes. 

He takes a step towards you and rests his arm against the wall, towering over you. His voice drops a few octaves. 

“Do I have to show you who you belong to?” 

“Maybe you do.”

“Strip.”

“Wha-”

“I said strip.”

He removes his arm from the wall behind you and steps back so you can get undressed. The anticipation of what he’s going to do makes your stomach stir excitedly. You rise from the crate you were sitting on and pull your shirt over your head, followed by sliding off your pants. You stand there in front of Din and wait for further instructions. The visor of his helmet trails up and down your naked form. 

“Turn around,” he says sternly. 

You turn around so your back is facing him. He grabs something off the shelf next to him and he grabs your hands. You feel something cold wrap around your wrist; handcuffs. You feel them fasten and then he pulls you against him, so your back is flush against his chest. The coolness of the beskar is a stark difference compared to the heat radiating off your skin in anticipation of his touch. He brings a gloved hand to your outline of your breast before moving to your nipple. He pinches it, emitting a small gasp from you. His other hand moves down your groin, palming the soft flesh and driving you insane. You ache for more contact, getting sick of the feather light touch. 

“Din, please!” you beg. 

A low chuckle comes out from under the helmet. 

“Cyar’ika, you’re going to be begging all night. Better get used to it now.”

You whine and he brings a finger to the entrance of your cunt, trailing it up and down delicately. He moves his finger painstakingly slow as you grow wetter by the second. He goes to slip a finger in but pulls it away at the last second. You practically cry out at the false sense of hope and stimulation. 

“Oh I bet you want it so bad,” he teases. 

“So bad, Din. Please,” you whine. 

“What makes you think I should give it to you? You were being a real bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Din. I mean it.”

“Do you know who you belong to?”

“You! Only you!”

Without warning he plunges a finger into you, curling it upwards and working your slick walls. You moan out in response to getting the stimulation you were aching for. 

“All this for one finger?” he teases as you writhe against him. 

“I need more, Din. Please.”

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine at the absence of touch. But then he pulls his glove off and tosses it on the floor before returning his hand to your cunt. 

“Wanted to feel how wet you are,” he purrs. 

His other hand continues to pinch and squeeze your nipple, forming into a stiff peak between his fingertips. He slides a second finger in and you feel like you’re already going to cum, thanks to all the teasing. Your walls tighten around him and the muscles in your abdomen tense up in anticipation but before you can cum he pulls his fingers from you once more. You cry out at all of the pleasure that was built up slowly melting away. 

“I didn’t say you could cum.”

You whimper. He brings his hand slowly back to your cunt and says, “When I feel you get close you better ask for permission or else I’ll stop again. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes,” you say with a shaky breath. 

He returns his fingers inside you and brings you to the edge in no time. Your cunt clenches his fingers like a vice, soaking them completely. 

“Please, Din. Can I cum?”

“Hmm,” he says, taking a second to think about it before moving his fingers faster. “Fine.”

And so you finally cum, the relief washing over you in waves after all the teasing and edging. Your release soaks his fingers and his hand, all the way down to his wrist. He leaves fingers inside you as you ride out your high, feeling the way your walls clench and release around him. He pulls them out of you when you’re done and says, “We’re not finished yet.”

He drags you by the arm over to the cot, your legs shaking underneath you. He grabs your hips and moves so you’re facing the cot. 

“Bend over,” he says gruffly by your ear. 

You bend over and rest your upper half on the bend, standing on your tiptoes and arching your back. He grabs one of your asscheeks and squeezes, pulling you into him. His cock is pitching a tent in his flight suit and you feel it twitch against you. He takes his other glove off and tosses it on the bed before pulling his cock out. His fingers breech your entrance again, gathering your release on his hand. He slicks his cock and hooks his hands on your hips. He thrusts into you hard, giving you no time to adjust to his size. 

“Din!” you whine. 

“You can take it,” he says sternly, slamming his hips into you. 

With each thrust he drives his length deeper and deeper into you, hitting all of the perfect angles. The way he’s plowing into you makes you feral but you also wish you could see your man made of beskar above you. But then he grabs your hair and pulls you upright against him. His other hand returns to your nipple again, pinching it and alternating between the other.

“Can he do this to you?” he says, tightening his grip on your hair. “Can he fuck you like this?”

“N-no,” you choke out. 

“That’s what I thought,” he says, slamming into you on the last word. 

“Can I cum?” you ask, at the brink of release.

“Go ahead. Let me feel it.”

He pulls a second orgasm from you, this one even more intense than the last. You feel your muscles contract and release in erratic spasms, gripping his cock with each movement. He keeps fucking you through it, making it last even longer. You’re exhausted already but he’s not done. He’s still completely hard and nowhere close to coming. He unlocks the handcuffs and pulls out of you. You’re catching your breath as he spins you around before pushing you down on the cot. He pulls your thighs apart and gets in between them, pushing his cock into you once more. This time he grabs your throat, gripping it with the perfect amount of pressure as he fucks you relentlessly. 

“Do I have to knock you up to make sure everyone knows who you belong to?” 

“P-please,” you say softly. 

“Oh yeah? You want me to fill you up?” 

“Please, Din! I need it!” you cry out. 

His grip on your throat releases and his hands move to your hips, pulling you into him with each thrust. The head of his cock brushes against your cervix and you cum around him one final time, soaking him with your juices. The sensation of you coming pulls his own orgasm from him and he paints your insides with his cum. This is the first time he’s come inside you and you’re obsessed with the feeling. He slows his pace before pulling out of you and laying down next to you. You place yourself in the crook of his neck as you catch your breath.

“So what do we think?” he asks. “Are we done with flirting for bounties now?”

“Hmm I don’t know. Maybe we should more often if you’ll fuck me like that,” you respond, completely blissed out. 

“As long as you know who you belong to,” he says, rubbing your back.

“You and only you,” you whisper, sleepily. 

“Good girl… I love you, cyar’ika,” Din says. 

“I love you, too, Din.”

And with that you drift off to sleep pressed up against each other like the night before… but no silent treatment this time.

End note: Had to drop a little breeding kink in there lmao. But I hoped you all liked this!! Send me some more Din requests <3

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[buckyhoney]

Idk if you're accepting thots rn, but I can't get brat tamer!Din out of my mind now.

Like, I feel like he's always watching and observing everything and everyone around him, so he knows the difference between playful bratting and i-feel-off-something's-wrong acting out behavior and he knows how to bring you out of both so beautifully.

always accepting thots- especially about din

brattamer!din would know your body better than you would. he knows every sign that you're enjoying or that something is uncomfortable before you even say it. he is so attentive.

din is so patient with you and lets you get away with a lot, but one thing that sets him off is your attitude. talking back to him, challenging him, or even poking fun (innocently of course, not in a serious manner)- the quickest way for his hand to wrap around your throat.

#din djarin #din djarin smut #din djarin x reader #brat tamer!din #minors dni #star wars

[chaotic-iguana]

♡ - fluff | ✿ - smut/18+ | ☾ - angst

joel miller.

javier peña.

din djarin.

billy butcher.

miguel o'hara.

hcs for all three:

hair-washing headcannons/drabbles (request) - din, javi and joel x reader

400/500 followers celebration

dividers by the (absolutely amazing) @reveriesources

#the last of us fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x you #javier peña #the last of us x reader #joel miller x female reader #javier pena narcos #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #narcos fanfiction #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x fem!reader #din djarin smut #joel miller fanfiction #brat tamer! joel #tlou hbo #the mandalorian #narcos #javier pena #javier pena x you #javier pena fluff #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena fic #javier pena imagines #javier pena x reader #cool-iguana

[justagalwhowrites]

Slow burn

For anyone reading "Beskar Doll" on AO3, there's been LOTS of build up. But on my end, they're well past the build up. Some of what's to come:

“What are you doing?” He asked, arms crossed, watching as you started pulling out the sleep mat and blankets. 

“Making up the bed?” You more asked than answered, looking at him over your shoulder. You looked genuinely puzzled. He took a step closer. 

“Is there something wrong with my bed?” He asked. You froze before turning slowly to look him in the eye. 

“It’s occupied,” you crossed your arms, chin defiantly raised. 

“Do you not want to be in my bed?” He asked, prowling closer. 

“I thought you’d want some space,” you replied, standing your ground as he grew ever closer to you. He came to a stop directly in front of you, so close that your body touched his when you breathed. He leaned in closer, all but forcing your back into the wall. 

“Does this seem like I want space.” 

“No,” you breathed, head leaning back as you looked up at him. 

“So answer the question, Doll,” he replied. “Do you not want to be in my bed.” 

“Din,” you breathed his name, your hips pressing against his. 

“Doll,” he raised his arm, caging you in with it. “Answer the question. Tell me you want to be in my bed.” 

“I want to be in your bed.” 

“Then get in my bed.” 

#the mandalorian #mandalorian fanfic #smut fic #slow burn #enemies to friends to lovers #din djarin #din djarin reader insert #din djarin brat tamer #beskar

[moondirti]

Begging you to write pt2 of Brat tamer Mando. 😩

alright, alright. you guys convinced me - I really can't resist hard dom Din. I wrote this one my phone in the car so forgive me for any mistakes!

part one

pairing: Bodyguard!Din Djarin x F!Reader rating: explicit (18+ mdni) word count: 2.1k summary: you act out. din is less than pleased. warnings: brat-taming, flirting, teasing, possessiveness, punishments, manhandling, spanking, pussy slapping, praise, reader isn’t straight.

He’s been taking it slow with you.

It’s not as though the sex isn’t good. It’s great – thirst-quenching, world-shattering. But Din holds back. You can feel it in the way his muscles tense whenever you mouth off; his grip leaves your body tender to the touch but is never harsh enough to bruise. One would think he’d immediately jump at the opportunity to use sex as a venue to air his grievances – like he’s admitted to fantasising about – but he’s unbearably gentle the first few times you fuck. Dipping in with soft kisses and reassuring whispers, his touch as light as air. 

You realise it’s because you’ve been holding back, too. 

You haven’t lost your spark, per se, you’ve just been spoiled rotten as of late. Why sneak out to cause mischief when all you want is the man of beskar right outside your door? He gives you everything, everything – his tongue, his hands, that deliciously large cock – and you’ve grown pliant. Subservient. He doesn’t react because you haven’t given him any reason to.

The night your father hosts his annual networking gala, you decide to change that fact. 

He’s been given strict orders to stick by your side. The guests are all old officials; senators in charge of sectors or planets, candidates for chancellor. On paper, they’re squeaky clean, with a blank criminal history that gets them through screening. But your father knows, Din knows, that’s not the truth of the matter. Politicians lie, cheat and the majority are grotesquely perverted – the two would be damned before they let you get taken advantage of by a wealthy man with sick intentions.

So, Din is to trail behind you all night, just to interfere if things look wrong. That doesn’t mean you can’t have your fun though, especially considering your newfound relationship is still very much a secret.

You wear an A-line gown with a back that plunges to the base of your spine, the dimples just above your ass available for all to see. That’d be enough to drive him up the wall, but you make sure to tailor a leg slit that cuts to your hips for extra measure. It’s the perfect amount of skin to maintain your family’s image while still teasing those around you. You nearly faint with the excitement the latter inspires – Din doesn’t need to know that the only one you care for is him. 

The helmet makes it hard to gauge his reaction when you finally step out of your room. You’re buffed and polished, glittering, oils slathered onto your skin to reflect the warm light. But you do catch onto the subtle shift of his weight, how his hands clench tightly, the leather squeaking. When he speaks, his words tear out, rougher than usual – you haven’t heard him this agitated since the day he beat up Synko. 

“What are you wearing?” He interrogates with that deep timbre. He makes a move to grab for you, but you manage to dance away before his arms encircle your waist.

You giggle, twirling just out of reach. “My new dress!” 

And then you skip away before he can say much else. Something in you is able to place your fleeing as cowardice – you know his presence is enough to dominate you into submission, and you were not done playing just yet.

You snag an available lift before your Mandalorian can catch up, laughing at the sound of his angry snarl as the doors slam shut. You have half a mind to believe that when they inevitably open up again, Din will have run down the several flights of stairs to meet you there. You suppress the shiver that erupts at the thought. It’s impossible, but then again, he’s continuously proven the lines he’s willing to cross for you. 

Anticipation flutters in your chest as you make your descent; both for the event ahead and the undoubtedly painful punishments that await you afterwards. When you reach the level on which the gala is being held – twentieth, for its several ballrooms – you’re happy to see that Din is nowhere in sight. 

Your glee doesn’t last long, however. As the night drags on, he never makes an appearance. 

You feel the weight of his stare on you at all times. It’s searing, the heat of spite, causing phantom boils to bubble onto your exposed skin. But no matter where you look, how trained your eye is to the glint of silver beskar, you cannot spot him. He keeps his promise to your father; he is indeed ensuring your safety, yet it seems that Din has adapted his own game. One that trumps yours by a mile, something sick and twisted and so enticingly dangerous that you can’t help but test his patience. 

You preen at the men who take interest in you. They hand you flutes of champagne, large hands skimming down your back. They can never amount to Din – their lecherous quips are too wanton to compare to his careful warnings, their voices not rough enough and their humoured presence a stark contrast to his gravitational pull. But you laugh, and you bite your lip, and you take their boring stories with grace because you know he’s watching. And he knows you know. This silent back-and-forth is too addicting to pass over. Your panties start to slip with the slick you produce. 

A woman approaches you at one point, dressed in a caped dress pointed at the shoulders. She introduces herself as Latyl Pavan, one of your father’s associates, and she just so happens to be the most interesting person you’ve come across so far. You’re still all-too-aware of Din’s eye, the stuttering pace of your heart serving as a tangible reminder, but when she asks you to dance, you can forget about it. Somewhat.

She whispers into your ear about the current company, her dark skin pressing to yours, bathed in some coconut concoction, and your cheeks flare with the warmth of her special attention. As Latyl steps in tandem to the music, you lean into her guidance, growing soft, overflowing with the beginning effects of alcohol and complemented self-esteem. You hardly notice when the dance ends, or when she leads you to a secluded corner, her dainty hand rubbing circles onto your shoulder.

“Such a pretty thing. Are you here all alone?” She asks, grabbing two glasses of some unknown beverage from a passing waiter and handing one over to you. You take it, smiling bashfully. A shadow nears in your peripheral; your knowledge on who it is boosts your confidence. 

“Seems like it,” You shrug, nudging closer to her muscled form. 

“Can I take that as an invitation?” She whispers in response, a nail tracing the edge of your leg slit. Your core broils, you’re actually interested. Technically, you and Din never discussed exclusivity – but if the grunt coming from the unplaced shape next to you is anything to go by, he doesn’t like the idea. 

“I don’t see why not–” You begin, but your wrist is promptly grabbed with one gloved hand. Its orange fingertips confirm your suspicions – you melt on the inside.

“Your father needs you.” Din gruffs, pulling you away from the woman without another word. You wave apologetically at her; she just winks back. 

Your heels click against tile as you try to keep up with the fuming man ahead of you. He turns into unknown hallways, taking you away from the action of the evening. Music dims, dims, dims, until it’s nothing but echoes that carry with drifts. His clutch on you is firm, solid, breaking capillaries in a way that will undeniably bruise. 

“Let me go!” You squirm. Your thrashing earns you another harsh tug, but he doesn’t respond. “You can’t just take me away from the party, Din, you have no right!” You sound pathetically pettish, your voice peaking to girlish screams. 

He suddenly pulls you into an empty room, shoving you inwards while he locks the door. The space is dark, but with the benefit of city lights that stream through the large window, you’re able to glean the general shape of chairs and a sole conference table. 

The Mandalorian’s harsh grip lifts to your jaw as he pushes you up against a wall. You claw at the flat surface for purchase and come up empty. You cheeks squish inward with the press of his fingers, lips puckering inadvertently. Boldly, you blow a small kiss his way.

His knee finds its place between your legs, driving upwards to nestle between your inner thighs. Your dress travels up with it. 

“Explain yourself.” He husks, his visor pinning your wide-eye stare. 

“Dunno wha’ you mea– mff,” You try, but his hold on your jaw tightens. 

“I’m giving you the chance to dampen the blow, you brat.” 

You just wiggle your hips, searching for the edge of his cuisses to rub yourself on. His free hand pins your lower half to the wall, willing you to stop. 

“Mmm. Did nothing wrong, though,” You tease. With the way he’s constraining you, you can’t smile, but your eyes must twinkle with the hints of one, for he quickly snaps. 

“Alright, that’s it.” He manhandles you onto the nearby table, stomach down, your bottom hanging off the edge as he rucks up your dress. The fabric bunches around your midsection, uncovering your ass to his wolfish attentions. 

He’s taken off his gloves, so his bare hands grab fistfuls of flesh, kneading your muscles into any direction he sees fit. You’d hear his groans if you weren’t so occupied with your own breathy pants. He holds you in place by your hips, keeping you from squirming away. 

“D-Din–” One hand leaves you. You mistakenly assume he wants to hear you out.

But then the first spank comes with a roaring woosh, colliding with the side of your rear, branding you with its stinging slap. 

You screech, kicking outwards. Your feet manage to collide with some part of him, but he quickly tucks your legs between the table and his thighs, dismantling your efforts with one movement and his brute strength. 

His calloused palm smoothes over the site of your pain as he bends over your back, his helmet tucking over your shoulder so his modulated voice pitches right by your ear. 

“Count.” 

You keen. 

“One for every person you threw yourself on today.” 

Fuck.

Din doesn’t give you a moment's respite after the first one. His hand – large, dry, rough – strikes you in rapid succession, alternating between cheeks, kneading into the shaking flesh when your words falter in stuttered sobs. The skin starts to glow with pain, furnace hot, which triples after every spank. 

“AH! S-Seven, p-please– Din,” You reach back to wrap a hand around his wrist, keeping him steady against you. 

“Hm? Ready to apologise, ner kar’ta?” He hums, amusement pouring from him in tidal waves. You sniff back the snot and tears that have doubtlessly smeared your makeup by now, and shake your head. Ner kar’ta. He’d told you what it meant after murmuring the syllabic Mando’a with reverence as he ate you out one day. My heart. His use of it now, even as he punishes you, reassures you that you’re okay. He still cares for you. 

So, you turn your head, looking at him with a smug grin. “Never.” 

He growls. 

He actually, genuinely growls. 

You clench with need. 

You think he’s abandoned his mission to spank you for every flirtatious misdemeanour you’ve engaged in today when Din flips you onto your back, ripping your panties clean off. He instructs you to hold your legs to your chest, and you oblige because, well, you practically salivate at the idea of him fucking you like this. It’d make a snugger fit than usual, his thick cock filling you up to the absolute fullest. 

What meets your pussy instead is the sharp crack of a tight blow. 

“FUCK,” You shout, trying to twist away from him. If you imagine the spanking hurt, it’s nothing compared to the way he slaps your cunt. The stunning hit of his full, unadulterated power against your most sensitive region is enough to blind you momentarily; lightning shoots through your clit and roots into your gut. A fresh bout of tears escape you. 

“Shhh, hush now baby. That’s it, that’s good.” He praises, rubbing a thumb over the bundle of nerves. You shiver, tense with the whiplash of pain to gentle pleasure. “What do you say?” 

“Eigh… Eight?” You hiccup. The Mandalorian’s chuckle is a cool balm over your aching self. 

“Yes, but not quite. Try again, baby.” His fingers slip, finding the dip in between your soaked folds. Your hole flits, eager to suck his digits in. He doesn't quite finger you, not yet.  

“Th-Thank you, sir.” Din croons. “Good. Good girl.”

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Night Ride

Summary: The Mandalorian is going to make you regret acting like a brat and teasing him while he rides a speeder.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ mdni, brat!reader, brat tamer!Din, teasing in public, exhibition kink, jealous!din, possessive!din, fast riding, dry humping, Dom!Din, sub!Reader, unprotected sex (p in v), rough sex, female edging, anal, anal creampie, cum play, degradation kink, humiliation kink, dirty talk, outdoor sex...

A/N: this my bestie's favourite one, so I dedicate this to her! I've also created a Masterlist if you want to read more and find me on ao3. Comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Thank you so much for your support! Divider: @saradika-graphics

“Do you know you look so hot on that piece of junk?” your voice is sweet and thick like honey, sensual and provocative, while you take a good look at him sitting on that old, beat-up speeder in the dimly lit parking lot right outside of the cantina. There’s something about him riding that thing that ignites you and makes you feel hot in your core.

You walk towards him as his dark visor lingers on your hips swaying sensually.

“Come on, jump on it.” he tilts the helmet slightly towards your face, looking at you in the eyes. His tone is inviting and playful, he wants to feel your warm body wrapped around his, your arms holding him tight.

You both can’t wait for him to ride at full speed, feeling the adrenaline rush in your veins, longing for the moment when he’ll stop the speeder and make you his one more time, ending this evening in the most beautiful way possible - a powerful, astounding orgasm, your body shaking out of control as your cunt grips his cock in its tight grasp, getting deliciously filled by his cum as he groans your name in your ear.

You want it to be damn rough tonight, so you decide to tease him, just a little bit, to spice things up even more.

You go to the rear of the speeder where he can’t see you, take off your panties in one swift motion and once you’ve sat behind him, you wave them in front of his helmet, chuckling.

"What does this mean now?" he turns his head towards you, genuinely surprised. He did not expect this.

"Exactly what it means. I'm wearing a very short skirt and I've taken my panties off." you smirk as you spread your legs even wider and slowly lift the hem of your skirt to show him.

"Don't do that. Someone might see you." he growls, interrupting you before you could reveal your glistening core to him and the people casually passing by.

"Oh no" you tease him "you don't want that. What's under this skirt is for your eyes only." you lay down almost completely on the speeder, one of your elbows leans on the trunk behind you, while you roll back your head, exposing your neck to him. Only after that you pass a hand through your hair, slowly sliding it to your neck, softly brushing your fingers over your throat and then all the way down, sensually following all the curves of your body so adoringly worshiped by him, humming provocatively all the way through. Your back arches following the movement of your hand, which carefully avoids your already drenching folds to stop at your inner thigh. Your skirt lifts up even higher with your movement, almost revealing your cunt to him.

Mando chokes a grunt at your teasing, carefully following the movement of your hand with his eyes, gulping heavily thinking of your wet core under that piece of fabric that barely covers it. That little tease worked wonders on him, you know he is getting hard already at the thought of him riding the speeder while you’re not wearing anything under your short skirt. The risk of someone seeing your intimate parts just because you want to tease him makes him go feral, and the desire of owning you right there, on the back of this speeder, in front of everyone, can’t and won't leave his head.

There are other men wandering in the parking lot, and the thought that they might be catching a glimpse of you acting like that makes his blood boil, aroused and furious at the same time. He loves the idea of them drooling while looking at you, knowing that you only belong to him, but damn, he wants to have control over what they’re allowed to see, and right now you’re breaking that rule, undermining his authority. He can’t stop thinking about what is going to happen when he starts to ride and your skirt will flutter because of the wind. Other people might see your private parts without his permission, and you’re doing that on purpose just to tease him. His cock is twitching inside of his flight suit at the thought. You’re dangerous. Dangerous and tempting, and he’s loving it.

"Stop it." his voice is hoarse and raspy as he barks that order, but you know it’s all a facade, and he’s not so secretly enjoying it.

"Make me." you tease him even further, running your hand from your inner thigh to your folds, touching yourself just to let him hear how obscenely wet you are already.

"Fuck" he growls between his teeth as you bring your fingers to your mouth and suck them clean, moaning, all without breaking eye contact with his visor. He’s painfully hard now, so feverishly turned on at how much of a tease you’re being. You know how much he’s dying to stick his cock inside of you at this very moment, but he can’t. He has to wait, and you’re doing this on purpose to drive him insane and push him to the limit.

“So you decided you want to be a brat tonight? Do you want me to tame you?” he scolds you with his hoarse voice. You feel the frustration in the way he spits his words at you, and long for the moment when he will finally give you what you deserve.

Before you can even answer, he pushes his body against yours to prevent your skirt from fluttering in the wind, so ardently caring and jealous, then he switches the speeder on and takes off so damn fast, the arrogant rumble of the speeder echoing loud in your ears, earning a little excited scream from you. You lean your body forward and hold on tightly to him, rejoicing at his frustration and protectiveness.

Oh, he's going to make you regret all of this later.

You're having so much fun taunting him like that while you’re riding fast in the night. The astounding speed, the wind in your hair and the loud roar of the engine are thrilling you while you know your skirt is safely tucked under Mando’s body, preventing you from showing all the people passing by what's underneath it. One of your arms is wrapped around his thick, muscular body, the other one caresses his side until it wraps around his hip, just above the holster of his blaster, slowly sliding towards his hard cock. When you finally touch his erection you hum in his neck and his whole body jerks ever so slightly. You’re only able to feel his muscles twitching because you’re wrapped so tightly around him, feeling his warmth shielding you from the chilly wind of the night.

You feel the vibrations of the speeder engine right in your core and you bite your lip wondering if you could have an orgasm like that. That would drive him insane.

You start rocking your hips back and forth against his, your legs spread open, making sure to pant in his neck to let him know how much you’re enjoying it.

"Mando - fuck - this feels so good" you let out in a hot, breathy moan against his skin. His hard cock twitches under your touch when he hears those sweet sounds coming from your mouth.

"Little greedy slut - you can't wait for me to stop this speeder, do you? If you come while I'm driving, I'll make you regret it." That's it. That's what you wanted to hear.

"Go faster" you whisper in a trembling voice, in between moans, ignoring his warning.

His blood is boiling. He desperately wants to stop the speeder and fuck you like that, that’s the only thing he can think about when he hears your hot moans as you disobey him and give yourself pleasure that way. He can do nothing but obey and go even faster, twisting the handlebars and reaching full speed, thinking about the best way to punish you later.

The stimulation provided by the speeder’s engine gets you close to the edge faster than you expected.

"Fuck, Mando, I'm so close, so close, I'm-" a loud moan cuts your sentence off as you come dry humping the seat the speeder. Your whole body is uncontrollably shaking in pleasure. Your grip on him tightens and you dig your nails in his flight suit as you ride your high, feeling his cock throb under your touch while your screams are lost in his neck and in the wind as he drives at full speed, leaving the last portion of the town behind you two.

"I told you not to come. How dare you disobey me?" he snarls, growing more and more frustrated by your insolence, as the high caused by your climax slowly leaves your trembling body.

He stops in the middle of a grass field. The crickets are the only sound you can hear, the air is crisp and chilly. No sign of life for as long as the eye can see. It’s so quiet and dark. The only reason you can see his shiny armor is the light of the stars above you.

He gets off the speeder and looks at you sitting there, achingly beautiful under the dim light, tempting and luscious, your eyes glimmer as you look at him like he's the only man in the galaxy. He's sighing and shaking his head, hands on his hips, tilting his knee out.

"Get off" he orders in a harsh voice.

You obey him, and when you do, you notice that the speeder seat is completely drenched in your sleek.

"Oh no. I've made it dirty." you smirk at him.

"Clean it." In an instant he grabs a handful of your hair in his firm grip, pushing your face down, forcing you to wipe the seat of the speeder with your tongue. You immediately feel a wave of arousal burning inside of you at his gesture, knowing that he can finally tame you as you both wanted. Maker, you want him. You want him inside of you so much.

You want to make it as hot and obscene as possible, so you arch your back and your hands start lifting the hem of your skirt to play with the soft thickness of your butt as you make lewd sounds of moaning and sucking with your mouth. You hear a low, baritonal hum of approval from him, seeing the inviting way you caress your cheeks for his enjoyment. Knowing you’re reaching the effect you wanted sends a shiver down your spine.

You taste the earthy bitterness of the leather and the salty of your orgasm as you look at him with the corner of your eye. His visor is tilted towards you, staring at the way your tongue swirls on the leather and at the way your ass is shaking at him.

"Fucking whore" he whispers as his hand gropes your butt, indulging on how soft and plump it is, then gives it a spank. You let out a squeaky moan of excitement and shake it even more at him, pushing it towards his hand, begging for more.

“You want more, little slut? Need me to punish you? Making you clean that filthy seat with your tongue is not enough for a whore like you?” he digs his fingers into your tender skin.

“Yes, Mando. I’ve been a bad, bad girl.” you drawl, your face still pressed against the seat.

“Who told you you could speak?” He violently spanks your ass once again, and the noise echoes in the empty field.

You bite your lip to muffle another keening moan. You’re enjoying it way too much, and he is only getting started.

“Come here. On all fours.” the hand still grabbing you by your hair is forcing you on your knees on the ground with your ass and pussy up and your face down in the dirt. You love it when he’s enraged and aroused at the same time, when he treats you like an object, when he tames you and restates who is in charge.

He makes quick work of the zip of his flight suit to release his painfully hard erection, slowly sliding it all into your wet cunt at once, making you gasp as his thick cock delightfully stretches your welcoming, needy walls. He groans loudly when he feels how tight and wet you are for him, and immediately starts to violently pound you, finally taking his anger out, making you see stars as he scolds you, his words rhythmically interrupted by the thrusts of his cock into your drenched cunt.

"Whore. Whore. Little brat always teasing me. Fuck, showing everyone your ass and cunt just to mess with me, when you know I’m the only one who can see them. Putting on that show in public and making me hard, knowing I couldn't fuck you. Having an orgasm without my permission. Giving me orders. I'm going to give you a lesson now." he keeps thrusting, his fingers digging deeper and deeper into your hips.

Maker, his words. You can’t answer, too busy loudly moaning at the way he is fucking and talking to you - rough, hot, angry and passionate all at the same time. The loud noise of your bodies colliding with every thrust of his hips resounds all throughout the field.

You absolutely love it. You can barely drawl his name as he is fucking your brains out in the most delightful and degrading way you can imagine.

"Damn, you get so wet when you act like a brat. Do you like to be punished this way?" his deep, masculine voice sends shivers down your spine as one of his hands grips your hair, lifting your face from the ground to let him hear your response.

“Answer me, whore.” he growls.

“Fuck, yes. I do, Mando! I love it when you fuck me like this!” you scream, completely high by the pleasure he’s giving you.

"Can you feel how hard my cock gets when you act like that?" his voice is ragged and hot like lava on your skin, making your body burn with lust, knowing you have this effect on him. You. Not anyone else in the galaxy can make the dangerous Mandalorian falter like that. Only you.

And oh, fuck - you do feel how hard he is as he’s slipping inside and outside your wet cunt at a devastating rhythm, completely subjugating you.

You can just whimper in response, not able to articulate any words, bewildered by an incredible pleasure and by the words he’s telling you. You can only focus on the way his thick cock is hitting that perfect spot inside of you with every thrust. You feel close to your orgasm already. He realizes it too, knowing your cunt like no other, feeling your walls getting tighter around his cock, clenching around him harder and harder.

"Don't you dare fucking come, whore. You're gonna beg for it." he buries his cock so deliciously deep inside of you that air leaves your lungs completely, making you gasp, stopping his thrusts and slapping you on your clit. Your whole body shudders due to the shock and your walls clench at the feeling, earning a groan of pleasure from him.

“Tell me - do you deserve to come?” he growls as he starts to slide it in and out at a painfully slow pace, to let you feel every inch of him.

“Mando, please!” you cry, the only thing you want in the universe is for him not to stop.

“Do you deserve it?” he repeats, pulling your hair tighter in his gloved hand, grinning under his helmet seeing how desperate you are.

Your legs are shaking and you’re whimpering, not able to come up with a proper answer, too focused on the way he's tormenting you, bringing you to the edge of pleasure, and holding you there.

“Let me tell you. No. You don’t. You should act like a good girl, not a brat, disobeying me.” he growls between his teeth.

“B-but I want - no, I need you to make me come!” you scream with tears in the corner of your eyes.

“Only good girls get to come. Act like one, and maybe I will let you.” your whimpering leaves him completely immovable in his decision.

“I want it so bad, please! What do you want me to do?” you implore him with a pleading voice.

“Beg for forgiveness. Tell me how sorry you are. And then beg for my cock, show me how bad you want me to make you come like this, while I’m fucking you like an animal, in the dirt, like a filthy whore like you deserves.” he pushes his cock all inside of you once again, his tip is brushing your cervix, and you feel all of his astounding thickness filling you, leaving you breathless one more time.

His words make you clench again around him. You are so aroused, damn, he knows. He knows all your weak spots, he knows how to turn you into a pathetic, begging little girl. He loves having all this power, being dominant, owning you, and you love being his submissive slave and surrendering yourself to him completely.

“Mando - I’m so sorry for acting like that. I will be an obedient little girl from now on” you both know you won’t be. You both love it too much when you act like a brat and he has to tame you, but it’s fun to pretend, just to give him what he wants - total domination over you.

“Will you be a good girl for me?” his voice sounds content with your sudden surrender.

“Yes - always good. Worthy of your cock. I need you to make me come like this, please Mando, please, tell me I deserve it.”

He moans at the way you sound, obedient and yielding. One of his thumbs gathers some slick from your wet cunt and slowly starts digging it into your ass.

“Mando?! What are you doing?” you are surprised. Not worried, not scared, you’re just surprised as this is the first time he attempts to do something like this and, well, you don’t want him to stop.

The truth is that when he saw you shaking your ass in front of him, he fucking lost it. He wants to stick his cock inside of it, owning you everywhere, completely, in a way that nobody in the galaxy has ever, or will ever do.

“Will you let me fuck your little ass, pretty girl?” his thumb is digging in deeper and deeper, and his cock is thrusting into you slowly, letting you feel every ridge and vein, making you gasp. “Will you let me take everything that I want from you? Will you let me ruin you?” his voice is sweet and deep as he keeps sliding his thumb in and out of you, getting you used to a sensation that is gradually growing on you.

“Yes. Anything” you softly murmur in bliss.

He grins, satisfied by your response, and slides two fingers all over your slit to make them wet.

“You’re my good girl” says as he takes them away from your pussy to slowly slide them into your ass.

"So tight..." he whispers, more to himself than to you, relishing the moment when he will get to enjoy your hole around his cock.

“Oh, fuck, Mando, don’t stop” you beg him, already addicted to his fingers inside your ass while he’s fucking your pussy. You didn't think you'd enjoy it, but you are. His fingers, covered in your slick, are stimulating you in a way you could have never imagined.

"Fuck - you like it" he is amazed at the way you react to him.

"I do." you confirm, mewling softly as you go on enjoying that unexpected pleasure.

“Such a naughty girl, damn. Getting both of your holes filled at the same time.” he picks up the pace, getting you close to your orgasm once again.

"I'm so close - I'm so close - I'm so close-" you desperately chant as the pounds you relentlessly.

He immediately slides both his cock and his fingers out of you, leaving you devastatingly empty when he hears those words coming from your mouth.

"No. You don't get to come again. Not yet. You can only come when I say so, you fucking whore." He spanks your ass hard one more time.

"No! Mando! Please! Fill me again!" you yell at him.

"Can you hear how pathetic you sound?" he taunts you, rejoicing in hearing how pleading and needy you are.

"Yes. Yes I'm pathetic. I can't ever get enough of your cock. Maker, please! Give it back to me!" you beg, turning towards him with tears in the corners of your eyes.

“Shut up. And turn around” he gestures with his index finger.

Once you do, he spreads your cheeks and lifts his helmet for a brief moment to spit into your hole, making it nicely lubricated.

"You're going to come if and when I say so. Understand?" he teases your hole with the tip of his cock, completely drenched in your slick.

"Mando… It's not going to fit inside!" you pretend to protest, but the feeling of his tip brushing against your entrance makes you want it so much that you don't even sound convincing.

“Oh, but it will” you can hear the quivering, lustful tone of his voice.

"Be gentle, please?" you would like to appear worried and scared, but you want it so much that you push your ass towards his cock, making him grunt in anticipation.

"Oh no, little brat. I won't be gentle with you." he whispers as he slowly gets the tip in, moaning in pleasure at how tight your virgin hole feels around his cock.

The groan he lets out as he slowly slides it in is destabilizing. It’s low, baritonal, long, a deep pleasure pervading him. Your neglected pussy clenches around nothing just hearing the sound he's making.

“So fucking tight” he lets out in a heady moan that completely wrecks you, making you want more, despite the stretch of your untrained walls is causing you pain. You don't want him to stop though, so you squeeze your eyes shut and bite your lip to help you endure it, knowing that it will turn into pleasure soon.

He slowly slides it all in, moaning all the way through, enjoying it way too much. He stops once all his length is inside of you, as he wants you to get used to it before starting to thrust into you. He grips your hips, digging his gloved fingers in your skin. You lean into him, pushing his cock even deeper inside of you, letting out a sigh of delight.

“Please-” you whisper, needy and longing, and he understands you’re ready.

He slowly slides it out and then pushes it back in, making the both of you groan at the same time.

"You are so tight. Feel it - feel my cock fucking your ass"

“Maker - Maker, I feel it.” you’re out of breath. It’s a completely different stimulation from regular, vaginal sex. It's raw, primitive and thrilling as you feel you're doing something that can be seen as forbidden and sinful. This only adds to the excitement and the novelty of it.

"Do you like it when I use you like this, huh? Pathetic little whore."

"Y-yes Mando - don't - don't stop. Oh, Maker! Why does this feel so good?" you softly mewl, flattering him and the way he's owning you.

"I knew you would have liked it. Of course, you are such a fucking whore. I love it, fuck. I love your tight asshole around my cock." his strokes become harder and harder. His hips smack against your cheeks, the slapping sound once again echoing in the empty field.

He moans and sighs and you’re completely bewildered by pleasure. He grips your hair with his right hand, as the left holds your hip to have leverage.

"I am going to fill your ass with my cum. I am so close - tell me you want my cum deep in your little ass - fuck - tell me" he growls like a vicious beast as he groans and gasps loudly, completely out of breath. He sounds so hot, raw and wild.

"Please! Please come in my ass Mando! Fuck - fill me with your cum! I am your whore. Use me!" you don’t want anything else besides that.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck. I am-” he is loving your ass so much, he can’t even articulate proper sentences. “I can't stop. This feels so good, Mesh'la. I'm so c-close - fuck" he admits in a grunt.

He starts rubbing your clit, and the sensation of his fingers finally relieving your denied cunt, expertly massaging your sensitive bundle of nerves, not only taking care of his pleasure, but always having yours in mind, brings you close to the edge in no time.

"Come - come with me" he concedes, finally.

Your breath gets even more labored, your face laying in the dirt, your hands holding on tight to a few strands of grass. When you reach the orgasm it feels incredible. It’s as powerful as a supernova inside of you - everything turns black, you feel your heart racing as your breathing stops and your muscles clench, holding him in your tight grasp. Your body goes out of control and you scream his name wildly. He can feel your contractions and they push him over the edge, making him come in your ass, as he said he would. He buries his cock deep inside of you with every thrust, and you can feel him pumping his hot seed into you. He's so overwhelmed by pleasure, he screams loudly, gripping tight to your hips, pushing them against his as much as possible, wanting to push his cock inside of you as far as he can.

Once you’ve ridden out both of your highs, he takes it out slowly to admire his release dripping out of your devastated hole, only to collect it with his spent cock and push it back inside of you.

After that, he lets his body collapse on the ground right next to you, on his back, completely spent, his chest rhythmically moving up and down, his helmet tilted towards you.

“Come here, Mesh'la” he invites you to lay on his chest.

You smile and crawl to his side to cuddle with him, your arms wrapped around his armored body, your head resting on his chest plate. He hugs you and starts caressing your hair and back softly, looking together at the beautiful starry sky above you.

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 12

Hi friends!!

I read a certain dark romance book this week and then also spent some time trying to catch up on all my lovely mutuals' fics (and there were many), so the rec list is only like 9 fics this week. I guess that's still a lot? It's no 27 fics though.

If you tagged me in a fic this week, I'm planning to get to those soon I promise. The actual spreadsheet with all my recs can be found here and the masterlist for my fic recs can be found here.

Anyway recs below the Pedge

Adversity a Frankie/Ezra series by @the-ginger-hedge-witch

This combo... okay I'll just start with how unreasonably HOT this is. Like you got Ezra: protective, talkative, wild, a little feral, definitely likes to use his mouth, lean and impeccably dressed with that dumb little blond patch. Then you have Frankie: Established Canon Pussy Eating King, def talks you through it, broad shoulders and a cute belly, patchy beard you'd just die to have between your legs, broody boy. So obviously, I'm already about to pass out. And then!! Their relationship with each other makes me feel so many things. The way Ez pulls Frankie out of his fucked up head and the way Frankie settles Ezra UGH. And then!!! and then!!!!!!! The way they take care of reader and the way they all love each other and balance each other out!! The hints of the other TF boys in there is v fun also. I know this series is old, but I am dying for it to be added to. Every glimpse into this wonderful lil throuple was wonderful. <3333

i've got headaches and bad luck but they couldn't touch you - a Joel one shot by @tremendum

Brat tamer!Joel is sooooo fucking hot. This is filthy and I love it!

warmth - a Joel one shot by @grippingbeskar

ooooh i love how at first this is just a sweet lil fluffy thing and then you put *you can stop reading here if you aren't a whore. however, i am, so i will continue* LMAO. I'm obviously a whore so I obviously kept reading. This one is for my thigh riding girlies <333

the worthwhile fight - a Marcus P one shot by @swiftispunk

So glad you decided to write some sweet angel baby Marcus P!! And I love the lil twist with reader being the protective one, because.... I actually cannot see Marcus punching anyone. Like I'm sure he would if he had to, but in my head he's such a soft boy I can't. The smut, as usual, was just absolutely immaculate. Looking forward to more marcus from you maybe...???? (please)

Sparks fly - a Joel one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Ok listen... This is the second anal fic I've read in as many weeks that made me have emotions other than filth... How do y'all keep doing this to me. The story is adorable, I love it!! And then they eat each other's asses and it's hot and it's a good time. Honestly I'd still give this a shot if you're not into the idea of eating Joel Miller's ass bc there's a bunch of super cute interactions and some smut before that happens... If you're a freak tho... this is the one

Just a little taste - a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

I fucking love inexperienced!Din and I love when he tastes pussy for the first time and just goes absolutely nuts. This was so hot ugh.

Fire a Din one shot by @jksprincess10

Din Djarin Fluff Supremacy

Hungry Hearts - a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

Young Joel... in booty shorts... playing baseball??? Being a gratuitous flirt and a total asshole in the most frustratingly charming of ways?? Ok and then... he's also a MECHANIC... Slutty Joel is everything. Oh but let's not stop there! We also get girl dad Joel being the most stereotypical softball parent ever. Sarah and Ellie being so very Sarah and Ellie about the whole thing. Also like if you needed more incentive for some reason Joel gets hit in the balls while being a douchebag. I feel like I'm not selling this as well as I should be, but I don't want to give too much away. It's delightful. Read it!!

Peace - a Joel one shot by @swiftispunk

As a former John Green novel SIMP, I love the living eulogy thing. It has a special place in my heart and I refuse to apologize for that. This fic had me tearing up bc like... Joel Miller deserves to hear how good he is and how much he means to people and he doesn't really ever get that in canon. Not really. I am going to have a literal breakdown bye

----------------oldies but goodies----------------

The Appreciation of Fine Liquor - an Ezra one shot by @write-and-buried

poor baby - a Joel series by @walkintotheriveranddisappear

Just a little game - Javi P one shot @walkintotheriveranddisappear

quickie (boyfriend's dad!joel x reader) - a Joel one shot by @joelscruff

𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 - a Dieter one shot by @psychedelic-ink

warm up - a Dieter one shot by @ezrasbirdie

Dieter Bravo x Library AU - a Dieter one shot @fuckyeahdindjarin

Bouquet, Bloom, Blossom - a Dieter series by @mypoisonedvine

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Happy Reading

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Thank you for tagging me @psychedelic-ink 🥰the status of these vary from just a sparkle of vibes in my brain to actually almost complete so let’s fucken go lol.

rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got.

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