#mandalorian smutt

[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 4 - Your Air Hurts My Skin

Pairing: Mandalorian X Fem Reader

The Mandalorian crashes his ship on a little known planet on the outer rim that is uninhabited... well... almost. Except for you, a feral woman who has been on her own most of her life and is doing everything in her power to get off the deadly planet.

MINORS DNI - Explicit content. Smut. Fluff. Violence.

A/N - I had a day off and promised I would go outside today. I. Did. Not. I wrote and listened to music intertwined with playing with my dog and attempted to feed myself healthy food like an adult. So I hope you enjoy the next chapter as I shamefully order shitty Panago Pizza and tell myself, "Welp, maybe I'll be a healthy, exercising, normal person tomorrow." (Shakes 8 ball) "Hm... 'outlook not so good'" Welp! That's all the reassurance I need to continue being a hermit! Also, I hid a little "The Last Of Us" Easter Egg in there for all you Pedro fans!

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair next to Din as he captained the ship.  You couldn’t stop the anxious rush of relief and nervousness as you put your deadly home planet behind you and forged forth into the universe of the unknown.  Needing to channel your pent up energy into something you pulled at a long thread of your tattered clothes then knotted it up between your hands and began playing Cat’s Cradle.

“We need to get you some new clothes.”  Din says noting the dilapidated state of your attire.

“You mean, swamp rat fashion isn’t turning you on?” you smile.  Din punches in new coordinates into his console.  “Where are we headed?” You question.

“I know a place with a good market, and friends, and somewhere we can get a bounty puck.  Since my last bounty, obviously, didn’t pay off I need to get some credits.  We’re going to Tatooine.”

“Never heard of it.”  You say dismissively as you inspect your fingers tangled in the thread.

“You’ve never heard of anywhere.” Din corrects you.

“Touche.”

“We’re about to go into hyperspace.”

“Into what?”  You cock your head, dropping the thread.  Din suddenly realizes that you have never been on a functional ship or experienced space travel.  Things that seem like everyday experiences will be brand new to you, like a newborn experiencing the world for the first time.

“Hang on.”  He says as he pulls some levers and pushes a button.  The ship lurches forward and the stars outside the windscreen blur into bright blue hues and race by the ship.  You grasp the arm rests of the ship, startled as the ship kicks into high gear and takes off like a whip.  As the Razor Crest steadies it’s self into flying smoothly in hyperspace Din turns and looks at you as your breath hitches in your throat and you slowly stand up with your jaw dropped and wide-eyed as you stare at the blur of universe sailing by out the window.  Slowly, you walk to the windshield and touch it with your hand as if to feel the stars.  He stands up and moves next to you, realizing the beauty of space again as if for the first time.

“It’s… beautiful. Like fireworks running away from us.”

Din snakes his arm around your waist.  “It is beautiful,” he whispers staring squarely into your face.

“Don’t you have to drive the ship while we’re going this fast?”  You question as you put your arms around him.

“No.  It’s automated to navigate to the location.  I usually sleep while traveling long distances in hyper-space.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t want to sleep?” you tease with a small smirk on your face.

Din grabs you tightly and pushes you back against a control panel.  Some emergency lights suddenly begin to flash from your body pushing some buttons.

“Dank Ferrik!”  You jump back up and look around with your hands out defensively, but not actually knowing how to fix the issue.  Din reaches around you and pushes a button just past your body and the emergency warnings stop.

“You think you can fly my ship?”  He growls, his voice dripping with lust.

“How hard could it be?” you cock an eyebrow at him cheekily.

Din lets out a grunt and exhales,

“Bad girl…”

Din grasps your ass and lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist with your arms snaked around his neck. You happily squeal as he sits down in the pilot's seat with you in his lap.  You stare at him lustfully, both of you breathing heavily.  All of the sudden you reach back to try and push a button on the console but Din’s strong hand grasps your arm and wrenches you back around to look at him.

“Looks like someone needs to learn a lesson.”  He said as his hand trailed down to the top of your pants and slowly slipped under your underwear.  You gasp as his gloved hand slowly circles your clit.

“Who’s gonna teach me that?  You?” you stammer as your pleasure climbs through your body.

Din grabs your hips and effortlessly flips you around in his lap so your ass is in the air.  He yanks down your pants revealing your bare skin to the cool air of the ship.  With one hand still slowly circling your clit he leans down and whispers next to your ear.

“I know you like that.”  

You bite your lip and swivel your hips trying to suppress your hot yearning.  You don’t want him to win.

“Tell me you love how I touch you.”  He growls into your ear.

You peer back at him with slim eyes, taunting, “Do something I like and maybe I’ll say it.”

He straightens up, with a small smile you can’t see under his helmet.  He rubs a small hot circle on your bare ass with his palm then raises his hand in the air.  It comes crashing down with a loud slap and you jerk forward over his knee.  Your eyes close in pleasure and mouth drops open but you stifle your moan into silence, not letting him get the satisfaction.

“Bad girl…”  Din lowers his head and rasps quietly into your ear.  He watches as you slowly move your hand back to the console to push another button.  He speeds up the circles he’s drawing on your clit and you arch your back and moan out loud.  Din whispers to you, eyeing your outstretched hand towards the console, “I dare you to try…”  Slowly you turn your head to him and smile slyly.  Your hand touches one of the buttons.  He grasps your arm and with the other spanks you hard three times consecutively.  You’re screaming out in pleasure, pussy dripping onto his lap.

“I want you…” You push up and grasp around his neck and straddling him.  Your hips buck against him but you are confused when he doesn’t respond back.

“No.”  He says simply then flips you over in the chair, kneels on the ground in front of you and spreads your legs.

“Wh-What?” You stammer.  His gloved hand continues to furiously rub your clit and your body writhes back and begins rocking with waves of ecstasy, “Oh Din…  That’s so good… I need you in me…”

“WIll you be a good girl from now on?” He asks.  You shake your head frantically, grasping the back of the pilots chair and bucking your hips as he fingers your clit.  He slowly slides two fingers into you and you sigh with relief that you’re finally being filled as you thrust against his hand.  “That’s a good girl…”  Din purrs as he starts moving his fingers faster and faster bringing you higher and higher towards your orgasm.

“I’ll be good from now on!”  you yell.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.”  Din states as he pulls his hard cock out and pulls you on top of him in the seat.  He bounces you wildly as his cock throbs in your pussy.  His hands clench your skin and he lifts his head to the sky as he chases his orgasm.

No longer able to hold back, you cum wildly on his cock.  The feeling of your pussy fluttering with your orgasm spikes him into his own.  He pulls you tight against him and pushes as far as he can into you until he can’t even thrust anymore and releases his load moaning your name over and over.

You collapse into each other breathing heavily until you raise your sweat glistened face and look at Din’s helmet reflecting the bright blues of hyperspace whizzing by out the window.  He traces the lines of your collar bone and neck with his gloved hand and you watch as his helmet tilts left and right as he takes in all of the curves of your skin.   His touch is now gentle and docile.  He moves to get up and smoothly pushes you to your feet.  He stares at your naked body and his hands trace your silhouette.  He takes a step back and begins pulling off his armor, then his flight suit.  As he stands in his boxers and helmet he holds out his hand to you.  You take it and he leads you to bed for some much deserved rest.

The two of you cuddle up in the makeshift bed of blankets and pillows he made for you on the floor of the hull.

“We’ll be at Tatooine in the morning.”  He says to you, as you nuzzle against his bare chest.

“Okay…”  You say tiredly with your eyes closed.  He pulls the blanket up around the both of you, embraces you close and you both gently fall into slumber.

………..

The ship shifts out of hyperspace and you stir from your rest.  Sleepily, you pull your tattered tunic and pants on then fumble with your boots.  You make your way to the cockpit to see Din at the controls, bringing the ship down towards a large orange planet.  Din shifts his head up to look at you while he guides the ship into the planet.

“We’re going to land in a few minutes.”

“Okay.”  You chirp, excited to experience another planet.  

“I should warn you.  It’s much hotter down there than your home planet.  You may not be used to it.”

You shrug nonchalantly, “Are there monsters covered in eyes and teeth that will kill me?”

“No. But we are landing at a surly mechanics home and she can be… abrasive.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” you say confidently.

Din nods once looking at you and still unsure if you’re ready for this exposure.

Three small droids with wobbly heads and skinny arms flag the Razor Crest in to a landing.  Sand clouds up around the ship as it gently sinks onto the ground.  A woman with wild, curly hair and a dusty mechanics jumpsuit walks confidently up to the ship waving her hand happily with a wide grin.  The hull bay ramp lowers and Din strolls down to meet the Mechanic.  You lack the courage of your previous conviction as you clutch the doorframe of the hull ramp and peek out at the wild haired woman and her chaotic droids.

“Mando!”  She exclaims, “Good to see ya, buddy!”  Din nods his hello and walks up to her, “So where is this passenger of yours?”  She swivels her head and looks around to find you.  Din looks back over his shoulder to see you suspiciously peering out from behind the doorframe of the hull ramp.

“She’s… uh… shy.  She’s never been off her home planet before.”  He motions with his hand for you to come down and you step out onto the top of the ramp and cautiously begin descending towards them.

“Skinny little thing, aint she?”  The mechanic says eyeing you up.

Din puts an arm around you to guide you forward and shake hands with the woman.

“This is Peli… a good friend of mine.” 

Peli sticks her hand proudly out to you and you question it at first but then slide your hand meekly into hers as you look around your surroundings.  Her mechanic shop reminds you of home with random dusty ship parts scattered around.  There are a few ships in various states of repair parked around the lot.

“Your air hurts my skin.”  You say wrinkling your nose in discomfort at the heat and loosely shaking Peli’s hand without making eye contact and peering around your new, suspicious, surroundings.

“Yeeeeah…” Peli trails off side-eyeing Din slightly confused, “The desert will do that.”

One of her droids approaches and looks up at you with some questioning beeps.

“What’s that?!?”  You excitedly exclaim as you rush over to it and pick it up.  As you are distracted with inspecting the droid wiggling in your grasp as it tries to escape, Peli leads Din aside.

“Hey, so… Is she okay?  She looks like she crawled out of a tomb.”  Peli comments on your lack of socialization and general appearance.

“She’s never been off her planet and was the only human on it so she’s not very… " Din pauses to find the words, "accustomed… to society.”  Din chooses his words carefully so as to not dissuade Peli from interacting with you.

“Poor thing…” Peli trails off looking at you with pitty as you rigorously shake her droid upside down by its legs, curiously.

“I need to get in contact with some people.  I need a bounty - a big payout one.  So I need to contact someone for some help with it.  While I do that, can you take her to get some… uh… more appropriate clothing?” 

“Girls day?”  Peli asks excitedly, “Of course!  I’d love to!”  She opens her arms then claps them together and rubs them excitedly.  “But you know, a woman’s touch for things like this will cost you extra.”  She tilts her head and smiles slyly.

“Of course.”  Din hands her a small bag of credits.  “And tune up the ship while your at it.  All the credits you will need for the clothes, ship and your services are in there.”

“Well..”  Peli licks her lips as she opens the bag, “I’ll be the judge of that!”

She walks towards you stretching out her arms happily.

“Hey!  Guess who’s gonna have a spa day with me?” She calls to you.

“What’s a spa?” you question back to her dropping the droid who frantically scurries off.

“Oh honey,”  Peli says to you, “You have to find better taste in men if he hasn’t treated you to a spa…”  She looks back over her shoulder and eyes Din.

Din crosses his arms as Peli harshly plants her arm around your shoulders and begins walking you out of the premises and towards the market.

Return to Masterlist

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[popcornforone]

Negotiations

A Din Djarin fan fic

Autumn collections

Ooooh I’m spoiling you aren’t I, my creative juices are flowing. It’s time for another autumn vibe fic this time with Din & Grogu & what life is like being in this clan. I have 3 vibes in draft & this one the second I asked people was obviously going to be the winner so here it is.

Synopsis:- while after a target on a Forrest planet Grogu gets up to mischief, but you & Din both know negotiating with him & each other doesn’t always go so smoothly.

Word count: 2700

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF TOU ARE UNDER 18! This is mainly fluff however there is mentions of blind folding & oral sex as well as piv sex. Angst, frustration, small amount of pain, mild bad language. Face isn’t revealed to reader. Yea all things considering for me this is rather tame. This is set in start wars not outside of it.

As always thanks for reading my loves. I hope you enjoy this. All feedback is always appreciated.

“Stop” but it’s too late. Grogu has leapt in a pile of autumn leaves 3 times the size as him. You are tempted to follow him in to get him out, but you don’t know what’s lurking in the bottom of this pile. It has also rained recently, so it’s muddy & damp too. You sigh as he emerges about 30 seconds later, covered in muck. He’s holding a small lizard creature he’s found.

“Patu”

You sigh.

“No Grogu, you know you can’t eat that, both me & your dad have told you that” he little face & ears drop. Sad & like a puppy. As he coos you carefully pick him up, trying not to get dirty yourself. I tell you what Grogu, let’s take this guy home with us” he turns his head towards you. He likes it when you bargain & negotiate. “We are on this planet for a little while, we can put him by the front door of our hut & see if he wants to stay” Grogu nods his head & makes a cute sound which makes you smile as he reluctantly puts the creature in your hand. You try not the be grossed out by it’s slippery texture, & it’s a good thing you only live 5minutes away. You carry both Grogu & the creature back to where you have made home.

The Forrest planet of Devaron is very dense, almost jungle like, it has seasons too. It’s been hard to track your collective target but you both know they are here. You are Dins mechanic when he’s in this sector of the galaxy & you also give him other benefits. There are different screws that are at your disposal. The three of you have found a three room hut, the recently rebuild & salvaged Razor Crest parked about a mile away, which still has most of your things in, a quick escape could be needed at any second. You & Grogu were actually on your way back from it as you needed a few texts to read to check which of the 5 new plants you had discovered were poisonous. That’s when he leapt into the leaves. Your wooden hut is small, a kitchen living areas, a bathroom & a double bedroom. Grogu had his little cot to sleep in so you could both easily just make sure he wouldn’t wake up when Din & you were servicing each others needs. Always in complete darkness, or you are blindfolded so he could take his helmet off to kiss you lips & skin. The only time your eyes have been open when he’s made love to you, has been when his head has been between your thighs, lapping up every drop, telling you how delicious you are as you fluttered away into his mouth, realising you could squirt.

“Mando?” You say when you arrive, you always call out each other’s nicknames when you return to the hut. You also both always make sure your blaster is ready incase someone try’s to ambush you. When the three of you enter together, you talk loudly to give anyone lurking a chance to escape. But today like most days, there is no one here, not even your Tin man. Grogu clung to you slightly afraid, as you checked each room before you put him down in the bathroom & put your blaster in the top of the cupboard. Even he had a little sigh. “We’re all good kid, now let’s get you cleaned up, Daddy is not going to like this if he comes home to you being all mucky”

“Patu” & he shakes his head.

“No it’s not up for discussion kid you smell, you’ve not had a wash in 3 weeks anyhow, we need to sort you out” you start to fill up the basin you’ve been washing him in, & you bring the liquid soap down from the top shelf. You then test the water to see that it’s not to hot for him then reach to add the liquid. It’s not there, Grogu has used the force & put it on the highest shelf in the bathroom, you can’t reach it. “Grogu?” You turn around & show him you’re not happy. “Please bring that back” you sit on the floor & start to undress him “otherwise it will just be in hot water & you won’t like that it… ouch” Grogu has used the force & has flung the shoes that are by the bathroom door at the back of your head & he’s having a giggle at it. “Grogu stop please, you didn’t even let me negotiate…” you duck you can see the bucket flying at you from the left & you grab it on its way back. You know it’s a game but you just wish one Bath time would be simple. You’re tempted to just trap him in the bucket, but you know it will cause issues with your relationship going forward.

“Grogu?” The modulated voice comes from behind you, your shiny tin man, dressed in his beskar. Din is home & both you & Grogus eyes light up. “What are you doing? We know we don’t do that to friends”

“Patu” he points at the soap & shakes his head. Din sighs.

“Guessing you didn’t even negotiate”

“Haven’t been able to get that far, think he’s still angry I wouldn’t let him eat that lizard looking thing outside”

“Kids eh, who’d have them?” You stare at Din for a few seconds. He choose to take Grogu on as his ward & train him as a Mandalorian. Yes you have joined there adventures since but one of the reasons you had never been with Din before properly was because he didn’t want to be apart of a family, he couldn’t see himself having kids or having a partner, it was non negotiable he said at the time. “Fair point I get you” you stand up & kiss the beskar helmet at the place that would be his forehead before your hands trial over those broad shoulders.

“So what do we do Din?”

“I’ll Bath him…”Grogu shakes his head at that too”… while you make cookies, I found some pumpkins about 3 miles away, you could make them into Grogus favourite” even though you can’t see it your pretty sure Din is raising an eyebrow at you.

“But if he’s not wanting a bath he can’t…” your face is then hit by his small beskar top that Grogu wears & he’s leaping towards the basin in nothing “See Grogu, all it took was Negotiating, we just hadn’t got that far yet” but your voice trails off as the gloves & some of Dins armour comes off. The waters of Mandalore are the only place your beskar should be wet, he’s promised to take you there one day. His hands are always so large & soft despite them doing terrible horrible things. They echo your lover perfectly.

“Just because I have a mask doesn’t mean I can’t see you blushing” Din says as Grogu uses the force to get him the soap.

“What can I say, I like your hands baby” you chuckle & you both softly sigh & Grogu starts to splash the water. “I’ll leave you two boys to it” & you head to the kitchen area.

The smell of warm pumpkin cookies fills your hut. You lean against the windowsill waiting for them to bake, as you sip your sunrise caf, you’d recently found some of this while scavenging though an abandoned mine. You’ve made one for Din too & warmed some blue milk for Grogu. It’s his favourite. He might be the worlds oldest child in his 60s but he still loves it to dip his cookies in.

Cooing comes from the bedroom as Din opens the door & carries Grogu in. He’s dressed in a clean robe & is holding a small orange Dahlia. He is placed on the counter & offers it to you & gargles.

“Grogu says he’s sorry” Din says. He’s left his helmet on but he has changed to a more comfortable outerwear, his blaster still in his belt though, always prepared for an unwelcome visitor. Grogu offers you the flower with a beaming smile. Those eyes are so big.

“Patu”

“Awww thanks Grogu, it’s okay I forgive you.” You take the flower & give him a small kiss on the forehead. You then look up at Din. “Where did you find Dahlias?”

“I have my secrets” a chuckle comes from underneath the helmet. He looms over you, towering & large. You’re not small but the size of the man is always so powerful & intimidating. What you would do to remove the helmet & look up his face, just once. The unspoken silence tells you both what you want to know.

“Patu! Patu!” Grogu bounces & points at the oven.

“Someone’s impatience, 2 minutes kid then they need to cool” as you say this Din has taken the flower from your hand & placed it behind your ear so it sticks out, your mousey hair flowing half way down your back. He smiling under all his layers.

“Suits you baby” Din says. He slowly lifts up the bottom of his helmet, his thin lips on display for you to see, as he sips at his drink. “Oooh that does taste good” it’s still odd hearing his voice not be modulated.

As you look at his lips you see the reflection of the world out the window. You turn back around. The sun is setting through the trees. Gusts blow between the branches, as leaves crackle & fall from the trees, a few concours & pine cones also tumbling to the dense Forrest floor. The orange from the sunset poking through at points. It reminds you of home & you return to watching out of the window. Dins large hands go over your shoulders making you shiver.

“Can I trust you?”

“Yes Din” & then you stop breathing. His helmet rests on the windowsill next to you. His face is uncovered.

“Eyes on the beautiful world my love nothing else” his bare hands link around your waist & he lowers his head so it’s on your shoulder. The temptation to turn your head & look at his face is huge, but you resist. You know you have to. Both your heart rates have increased & your hands now rest on top of his as he lets out a sigh. “Perfect, just perfect,” you close your eyes you know what comes next with that tone. He holds your chin & smiles when the sees your eyes are already closed. Such a soft kiss. For a man who does unspeakable horrors & has rules, he’s the softest & sweetest lover of them all. It makes you fall for him even more.

“Patu! Patu” Grogu bounces.

“Ahhh the cookies” you break the kiss eyes still shut, & Din automatically faces against the wall the other side from the oven so you can’t see his face. Grogu has seen his face before even before Din was his custodian so he can see his dads face, but you can’t. You rush to the oven & steam fills the room as you get the cookies out. “Hope you all like cookies that snap.” Grogu doesn’t care, he just likes your home made cookies.

“It will be better than the ships store cupboard” Din says knowing he’s now safe he returns to facing the window watching the sun dip lower. You then look at him. His hair from the back it’s curly & thick & chocolate brown & you sigh. You wonder if there is a stray curl at the front. Maybe he would like someone to kiss him & tease it. Maybe he would like more than just hands on his chin. But you won’t know, you never will.

3 mins of cooling later & you give into an impatient Grogu. The cookie is almost as big as his head but that doesn’t stop him from munching away. The happy little noises escape his mouth & you look down at him.

“Is that worth the wait & the Bath kid?” He nods & then points at his dad. You can see in the excitement in his face that Din doesn’t have his helmet on yet. He’s always very excited by that, clearly something happened in their past to do with his face when he originally showed it to him, that he has a core memory of.

“Would you like a cookie Din?” You ask making sure you don’t turn around.

“You’ve made them, of course I will.” A hand comes over your shoulder as you are leaning next to the counter, it picks up the sweet treat & it’s not soon before you hear him moan a little. “Delicious” he exclaims as Grogu takes a second.

“Don’t want you to ruin your appetite, don’t have too many” you snap a cookie & nibble on it. You’ve made better but this is nice.

“Was that aimed at me or the kid?” Din jokes.

“Both” you smile & so does he. He might not be able to see it this second but he knows which smile you are pulling. Din then grabs you under your arms & lifts you back to standing up. You’re blushing at his touch & him being so intimate despite you not seeing his face. It’s a deep sigh he makes. His lips are in line with your ear.

“Grogu?” Din speaks softly. The kid looks at you both.”do we look like a good couple?” He excitedly laughs before grabbing a third cookie.”then that settles it, the kid says so, so I will work out a way I can show my face to you.” Your hand is on his chin feeling the prickle of his beard hair.

“You’d be willing to do that Din?” Your eyes are watering wanting to turn around & look into the eyes you dream about before you intense make out starts.

“Your song isn’t written yet, & with a new season starting & new purpose In life, I’d like you to share it all with me.” He taps you 3 times on the shoulder & you close your eyes instantly. You know what that means. He turns you around. Your eyes scrunched tightly. He admires all of your features, trailing his index finger down your nose, watching intently as your lips slowly part, the warmth of your breath on his skin. “Mine” he whispers.

“Yours” you reply. It might only be seconds the kiss lasts but it feels like 5hours. The way you allow his tongue to explore each inch. You know his eyes will be closed as this deep passionate kiss takes him over too. The temptation to have a quick look at your man always crosses your mind. Would a 2 second glance ruin everything? You don’t want to risk it. You feel his hands on your hips as you continue the drawn out kiss. He’s pushed you to the window again. You quickly thrust your hands in his hair for a quick feel of those luscious locks. You know why he’s reverted back to here. As the hand leaves your side you both sigh. You slowly pull your lips away from his, waiting til he steps back too. Your eyes open 3 seconds later. His face except his lip are now covered by the helmet. A small smile escapes before he is completely masked again.

“Perfect” you say as you rest your head against his chest. He sighs as he turns you both so you’re watching the last few rays of the sun disappear. Grogu has eaten all the cookies while you made out with Din, as the day turned to night. He’s waddled his way across the counter & is now next to Din trying to look out the window. You scoop Grogu up in your arms so he can see the view as well. The lizard creature for earlier crawls along the windowsill & Din looks down at his misfit of a family that he never wanted but now can’t even think what life would be without either of you.

“Yes my love” he squeezes you & Grogu holds his thumb. “Life is just perfect” & the three of you watch the autumn night start.

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[kaira-diaries]

Chapter One: A Senators Retreat

Part One of: The Heiress's Dilemma

Note: this story is over on Wattpad under kairadiaries

Warnings: threats of death/attempted SA

story summary: Elara Voss, a former galactic senator, finds herself at the heart of a crisis that threatens her family's legacy and the very essence of their honor. As she grapples with the fallout of her decline in the political world, she's forced into hiding with a mysterious bounty hunter. Together, they embark on a perilous journey to retrieve a relic that holds the key to Voss's redemption while avoiding enemies at every turn. Little did she know, this journey would unlock the emergence of a love she never saw coming and leave her stronger than she ever was before.

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The scorching twin suns of Tatooine shone relentlessly over the desert terrain, where the ever-shifting sands concealed the echoes of ancient legends and the remnants of forgotten civilizations. It was uncharted, unexplored and your court hadn’t ever found much use in it.

You cursed yourself now, as you rode with purpose on the back of a speeder bike, guided by a cryptic message that led you to the outskirts of a small settlement. Your destination, marked by the silhouette of weathered buildings, appeared like a mirage on the horizon. You flexed your gloved fingers, tightening them on the handles of the bike, weary in fear of the unknown monsters that lurk in the dried elements of the sand dunes.

The heat was oppressive, even at high speeds, offering a consistent gust of wind. You lick your lips, in hope of relieving them of the painful exhaustion of the breeze, only to find them painfully chapped.

You wipe your soaked brow, frustrated.

As the young senator of a newly constructed Mandalore, you were acutely conscious of the risks inherent in your position, accepting the inevitability that one day those risks might escalate to a critical juncture. And maker, did they.

Reflecting on the incident, you recalled the sequence of events that pushed you to the brink..

The elegant corridors of the Galactic Senate echoed with the usual hum of political discourse, but an undercurrent of tension continued as you navigated the complex dance of diplomacy. Your recent outspoken stance on independent capabilities had earned both allies and adversaries, and the shadows of political intrigue had begun to cast a threat over the once-groundbreaking career that continued your family lineage with pride and success.

You championed the strengthening of the independence of the new Mandalore, advocating for a course that emphasized self-reliance and sovereignty.

As the weight of political responsibility rested on your shoulders, the stakes were high. The decisions you made and the path you charted in the turbulent waters of politics weren't just about the fate of Mandalore; they were intertwined with the survival and prosperity of your family name. The honor and legacy of generations rested on your ability to navigate the complexities of the political arena, making every move with the awareness that the consequences reached far beyond the confines of the Senate chamber.

History revealed the tragic chapter as The Empire, hungry for power and resources, swiftly destroyed Mandalore. You aimed to showcase that those oppressed by the Empire could rise up, demonstrating resilience and returning stronger than ever.

The galaxy needed it. Even with the Empire gone, leaving vast worlds in a painful quest of putting themselves back together, witnessing a disintegrated race like Mandalore resurrected would serve as an inspiration for countless others. The resurgence of Mandalorians wouldn't merely be a regional triumph; it would be a symbol of hope, showcasing the spirit of a people determined to rebuild against all odds

Opposing factions within the Senate grew uneasy. Splitting the room in half. The delicate balance and inclusion you sought to maintain became a source of contention. Whispers of dissent circulated, painting a target on your back.

Your heart hadn't understood why, until it did. Hidden agendas. In the intricate web of galactic politics, there were always clandestine forces with their own agendas. However, now, those forces ran counter to Mandalore's independence. These unseen actors viewed you as a threat to their interests. You were wise enough to understand why. Many had sought to control such a powerful culture. They sought to build armies, utilizing such skills to get what they wanted. Yet, in your heart, after years of growing up on Mandalore and witnessing its downfall, you knew Mandalorians were more than mercenaries or hired killers. The essence of Mandalorian culture ran deep, rooted in honor, resilience, and a sense of identity that transcended the manipulations of those who sought to exploit it.

An anonymous transmission reached your quarters the very next day after your proposal. A distorted voice, shrouded in secrecy, warned you of the consequences of pushing for disarmament. The chilling words hinted at a well-orchestrated assassination attempt, sending a shiver down your spine.

In the following days, the threat manifested in subtle but unnerving ways. Unmarked speeders trailed you on your way to the Senate, and ominous messages were left in your private quarters. Mercenaries, clad in armor appeared on the periphery, their intentions veiled in mystery. It became clear that your dedication had disrupted the delicate equilibrium of power, provoking a reaction from those who preferred the status quo of criminal activities.

The heat of the two suns beating down on your head brought you back, no doubt burning your scalp.

Your heart sensed the presence of evil in these sands, a chilling warning that whispered of the nefarious forces entwined with this desolate planet.

Despite your current complaints, you still found yourself on the run, guided solely by coordinates that promised to lead you to the only bounty hunter willing to protect you — for a considerable price.

Approaching the settlement, you couldn't help but observe the paradoxical signs of life emerging from the decay that surrounded it. Amidst the dilapidated structures, a more vibrant building stood out, teeming with signs of life. Hopping off the speeder, you approached cautiously, a silent mantra urging you to maintain your composure.

As you stepped inside, your gaze lowered, and you observed the beeping of your navigation system. It confirmed that the coordinates precisely aligned with the building—a bustling bar.

The pulsating rhythm of the music reverberated through your entire being as you entered. Dancers skillfully adorned tabletops, their energetic performances earning them credits from the inebriated patrons who surrounded them. The ceilings, surprisingly high, were adorned with breathtaking chandeliers that cast a warm glow across the lively scene. A silent prayer passed through your mind, hoping those chandeliers weren't made of glass, as the energetic beats threatened to dislodge them from the ceiling.

Two bar tops came into your line of sight, each stool occupied by customers reveling in the vibrant atmosphere. The incongruity of such a lively scene in the heart of what seemed to be a deserted area lingered in your thoughts, adding an air of mystery to the situation.

The lively ambiance surrounding you seemed to heighten your sense of exposure and vulnerability, leaving you with an unsettling feeling of being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The crowd and the thriving atmosphere made you suspicious that a bar like this could be a hotspot for dealings and underground businesses. And the nagging question echoed in your mind: Why did the coordinates lead you to this particular place?

The realization struck you then—self-defense hadn’t been in your skill sets for years, you’d hardly remembered a thing.

A heavy weight settled on your chest, you were on your own right now, making every breath feel like a struggle and fear gnawed at you, the thought of being an easy target for criminals skyrocketed the sense of terror.

You compelled your legs to retreat toward the entrance, and as you moved backward, you collided with a rock-hard chest. A pair of large hands firmly gripped your shoulders, halting your retreat.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Your body was swiftly spun around, and you found yourself face to face with a man whose eyes gleamed a vivid purple. "You are just darling." His pointer finger traced a line across your cheek. "What's your price, sweetheart?" A gasp escaped you in sheer terror. "Oh, I'm not a—"

He silenced you with a shush, a finger coming to rest on your lips. You recoiled from the overwhelming scent of alcohol that clung to him. "Oh, but we all are, sweet thing. We just sell different parts of ourselves."

Your heart sank into the pit of your stomach as he attempted to drag you toward the back room. Summoning every ounce of strength, you will yourself to fight back, pushing him away with all your might. In the struggle, you remained oblivious to the fact that your once-tight long-sleeved tunic was being torn apart by his prying hands.

"There you are," a voice called out. It had a filtered, almost droid-like quality, devoid of any discernible human emotion.

You and the inebriated man turned, your eyes landing on a tall Mandalorian in silver armor that gleamed like a freshly minted coin under the bright lights of the bar.

He approached with large, purposeful steps, reaching out to pull you away by the arm. "I've been looking for you," he said, looking up at the man, "thank you for finding her for me." Your attention snapped toward the man, who seemed to have sobered up instantly at the sight of the formidable bounty hunter. You recognized the unmistakable look of terror in his eyes as he hastily scattered off into the crowd.

Slowing your breathing, you became aware of the rip in the collar of your shirt. Before you could utter a word, the bounty hunter skillfully guided the two of you out of the bar and into an empty alley.

He gripped your shoulders, leaning down. "Are you okay?" You nodded.

He stood back up straight, with a sigh, he said " We need to get out of here.." His eyes scanned the surroundings, vigilant for any potential threats, and you took the opportunity to thoroughly inspect him. His helmet gleamed under the twin suns, reflecting their radiant beams. Clad in the all too familiar beskar armor that shined like it was freshly forged, he looked well-equipped, armed to the teeth with an arsenal of weapons.

After giving careful consideration to staying out of sight, given the bar situation, the two of you navigated the desolate town with caution, making your way towards his ship stationed on the other side. He handed you his soft brown cowl, and you wrapped it around yourself, concealing your face and the large tear in your shirt that exposed too much of your chest.

After what felt like an abundance of twists and turns, you finally arrived at his ship, and it appeared grand—much larger than any ships you'd ever seen back on your planet. The awe on your face was undeniable, and you stumbled up the ramp into the hull. Inside, you observed a spacious armory stocked with just about every gun known to man. Small living quarters, a bathroom, and storage containers filled with maker knows what.

You barely noticed the Mandalorian brush past you. He was swift, shutting the ramp, and climbing up the ladder into what you assumed was the cockpit. A moment of indecision hung in the air—do you follow or stay down in the hull? You didn't want to be in his way, but your curiosity outweighed your judgment, and you found yourself climbing the ladder after him.

The cockpit was compact as you came upon it, adorned with expansive windows that offered the bounty hunter an extensive field of perception. Taking a seat in the co-pilot position, you broke the everlasting silence, "Your beskar looks newly forged." The remark, perhaps could be taken as admiration or scrutiny, acknowledged his pristine condition.

Punching in coordinates and lifting off, the bounty hunter deftly switched to autopilot. Swiveling his chair, he looked at you. "Yes," he affirmed. You hummed, an uplifting smile tugging at your lips, crossing your legs with your hands in your lap- a habit. "I've never seen such a signet. A mudhorn, isn’t it?" You paused, your gaze fixating on the symbol adorning his shoulder. A potent representation of identity, "I'm glad to know after all this time signets still remain," you remarked, expressing a sense of gratefulness. He sat still, his head turned towards you. If he sought to uncover more about your knowledge you hadn't known, he gave no indication. After a brief moment, he swiveled back around, the enigmatic figure maintaining a stoic demeanor.

With his gloved hands hovering over the controls, he remarked, "You're a senator."

It wasn't a question, but a statement that hung in the air.

You hummed. "I was.” The simplicity of your response carried a weight. You dug your chin comfortably into your shoulder, finding solace in the connection between you and the expanse of space around you. The wondrous streaks of starlight zipped by every second, a mesmerizing display.

Continuing, you said,"Until the beliefs I had for the greater good of my planet made me look like a fool..made my family name look weak," you lamented, revealing the profound impact of your convictions on the legacy that preceded you.

"Last I checked, honoring your beliefs is anything but weak," the Mandalorian stated, his voice resonating with a firm belief that underlined the strength found in unwavering principles. His claim reflected his culture, your culture, one that esteemed honor above all else.

"Try telling that to the rest of the Senate. Most of them have their hands so dirty that any threat of exposure to their underground workings will send you six feet under," you remarked, your tone tinged with a cynical acknowledgment of harsh realities. "The greater good of the galaxy means shit to these people." The weight of your words lingered, encapsulating the system where self-interest often overshadowed noble ideals.

Silence rang in the air after that. The Mandalorian sat still as a statue, and you only stared out the windows at the shooting stars, counting as many as you could. What occupied your thoughts, though, was what the future held for you. Your mind bounced a mile a minute from question to question—would you be on the run forever? Would you eventually fall prey to those who sought bloodshed? Would this Mandalorian stay true to the deal? Senator or not, things are different now; alliances change. For the first time in a long time, you felt that sense of hopelessness you hadn't experienced since that night of destruction. The uncertainty of the path ahead weighed heavily on your shoulders, providing a palpable tension in the silent journey through the cosmos.

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Moon Dust

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1. The Contract

*Mature, Explicit, NSFW*

Din Djarin x fem.reader

Word Count:  1.6k 

Tag; Fluff, shy/insecure Mando, smutt, slow burn, mando is obsessed with you, voyeurism, mandorbation, never been touched/ touch starved mando, mando have angst and ptsd, protective Mando, he needs a hug, feelings, you’re scared of the big bad bounty hunter, plot with p, soft Din Djarin, no y/n, female reader, reader doesn't have a name 

A/N; This take place after S2, the plot is drifting from canon. It is its own story but the elements and universe remains SW inspired.

The Mandalorian is planning on keeping himself busy. Going back to Nevarro, he no longer has the child with him, which weighs on his mind more than he thought it would. He knows he will be protected and cared for, but he can’t help it, he misses the child.    

Lowering the ramp, the sand felt hot as it's reflecting the sun's heat. Blinded by it, he presses the side of his helmet. Activating a sun shield in his visor. Legs heavy, he slowly begins to walk down the ramp. He didn't want to be there, but hey, better this than sitting in the shower under running water for hours.    

Moving towards the plaza, he goes to his favorite vendor to buy some dry meat and snacks for later. Thanking the men, he turns his head slightly to the side. Automatically being drawn to a woman who seems to be talking with the high magistrate. Frozen in place, he can't move his eyes away from her.  

“Sir? Do you need something else?” the men ask.   

Realizing he had never moved; he turns back to him. “N-no, I’m sorry. Have a nice day..” saying to the vendor before walking towards another building. 

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Once inside, he sits on a couch, waiting for his appointment. He realized that it had never really happened to him before. Stopping, just to look a woman like that. He felt embarrassed. It’s not even like he could see her body or anything. She was all covered, even having a scarf hiding half of her hair. It was her eyes, he couldn’t think about anything else but her eyes.    

Lost in thoughts, he didn’t hear the steps coming closer to him. A woman looks at him from the end of the hallway. “Sir, high magistrate Karga will be receiving you in his office. You may wait inside, he will be joining you shortly.”   

The Mandalorian nods his helmet to her, getting up he moves to the office door. While entering he can’t help but notice Karga, still outside with the girl walking towards the building. He noticed that she looked a bit sadder than earlier. He moves around trying not to look at her. He felt like a weirdo, just staring like she's a bounty. Trying to keep his eyes off her, he starts to examine the different art pieces in the room.   

After a while, the high magistrate enters the room. “Mando! So nice to you back my friend.”   

“It’s been a while.” stating as he goes to shake his hand.   

“I thought you didn’t want to be in the guild anymore. Which, I must be honest, saddens me. You’re our best one!” Karga says with a full bright smile as he sits in his chair.   

The Mandalorian tilted his head slightly. “Thank you, I am indeed here for new bounty pucks. If you do happen to have some.”   

The high magistrate looks down at his desk. “Well.. no, I don’t, but I believe you’re also good with cargo, are you not?”   

“I don’t do cargo deliveries anymore, if that’s what you mean.” answering simply.  

Starring at him into his visor, Karga plays with a single piece of metal credit in between his fingers. “That’s a shame. I had an amazing pay for this one. It needs to be shipped to a planet on the edge of the outer rim. The woman seemed to also be in a hurry..”   

Automatically the man in beskar thinks of the woman Karga was talking to outside. Without further hesitation, he nods to him. “Sure, what is it..”   

Clapping his hands together, the high magistrate rises from his chair. “That’s the mando I know! I will go get her.” He goes to the door, telling his assistant to get the woman for him. 

“You had her on standby?” tilting his helmet on its side to him.    

Karga, smiling to himself, lets a mature woman enter the room. She wasn't the same one he saw earlier, having an instant feeling of disappointment, which he is happy the helmet is covering.   

He presents her to the Mandalorian, “This is Eyla, her husband owns an export, import business. They do all kinds of deliveries. I often order from them. They’re best in the rim!” The woman coughs letting him know that he was going off track. “Yes, yes,” he says glancing at her before turning back to mando. “She needs someone to bring her daughter on a safe travel to tatooine.” He walks back to the door letting the girl in. “This, is your cargo.” Extending his arm to presenting the girl.  

Standing like a statue he looked at her in shock. She entered the room shyly, playing with her hands almost terrified. She couldn’t even look at mando, feeling small in his presence. He was lost for words, she looked even more beautiful in proximity. He had secretly wished to see her again and maybe even meet her, but he never would've thought she'd be his cargo.. 

Turning to face Karga, “W-what do you mean by, she is the cargo?” Not understanding what is at risk here.   

The magistrate was about to speak but the woman cuts him off. Looking at the Mandalorian directly into his visor. “My daughter is promised to a rich man by my husband, a weapon manufacturer. He is not only entitled, but also vile. I was in the same situation when I came to coruscant, my daughter deserves freedom. That is why I'm sending her to my sister on tatooine. She will be safer from her father and brother there.” The woman says pleading the man.   

Still speechless, he glanced at the younger woman. Who still looked terrified of him. He wasn't prepared mentally for this. Thinking he would just come by and pick up some pucks. He hesitates, knowing she pulls him in like a magnet. He knows he is emotionally weak at the moment, and he doesn’t want to get attached to another bounty.   

I mean she is scared of me. What’s the worst that can happen?   

“Fine, I'll do it, although I need payment first. I came here for pucks. We will need supplies for this type of travel.” He says, looking at Eyla. “I assume tatooine is where I need to bring you today?”   

The woman shakes her head at him. “No, my son is in a meeting right now. We managed to free ourselves only for a short time. We risked a lot coming here for this kind of service. She needs to get back home to eliminate any suspicions until the time is right.”   

“Then when do you need me exactly?” The man in chrome asks tilting his helmet as he holds his waist. 

Looking back at her daughter, Eyla responds to the man. “In a week, the directions and details were already given to mister Karga here. I will give you a third of the payment today. The remaining of it will be handed to you on site when she boards with you. Do we have an accord?”   

He nods to her, letting her know that he accepts the job.   

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Back on his ship, the Mandalorian puts aways some provisions he bought with the woman’s credits. As he looks around the place, he feels sticky and sweaty from the hot day. Nevarro could be a real pain in the summer. He lets out a sigh, removing his helmet. As he gets his armor off, he moves inside the fresher. Stopping in front of the mirror, he examines his face, bringing his hand upward, passing the tips of his finger on his cheeks before moving them on the hair over his chin, inspecting his tired eyes. Thinking of her eyes, scared and avoidant. He presses his lips together. I can’t.. 

He proceeds to turn the shower on. He stays unmoving while staring at it feeling empty. After a moment, he gets in, letting the water run on his back. Falling in between his shoulder blades. He leans his head back to wet his hair while his mind goes unconsciously back to her. He grunts feeling his cock getting harder. "I can’t”, he kept saying to himself.  

Feeling the need growing in him. He starts rubbing the tip of it with his thumb and goes to squeeze the base of his cock. He closes his eyes trying to see her again. The way her eyes were looking at the man outside. Sun in them, like the light would never want to leave them, squinting to see better with her lips forming a smile.. Oh, maker, her lips.   

He squeezes his member harder as he starts to move his hand up and down. He reaches for the soap with his other one. Her plump lips. He stops for a moment, coating both his hands with the soapy mixture.    

Turning to face the wall, he puts his hands together. Starting to thrust slowly into them before letting out a deep humming sound. Thrusting faster, he remembers the outline of her breasts through the fabric of her dress. The way they were moving a little when she walked. So plush. He starts letting out more whimpers as he goes faster. Bending his knees a little from the feeling of his pulsing cock fucking his slippery hands. Kriffing hell, she’s so beautiful.   

He can’t take it anymore, going as fast as he can to end his tormenting need. He lets out a deep grunt as he releases himself on the wall.    

He leans forward, placing his forehead on it. He just stays like this, resting his head as he comes back to his senses. Pushing himself back up, he takes the shower head to rinse his hands. As he’s looking at them, he feels something snap inside of him. Anger starts to manifest in his chest, making him punch the shower's wall. 

I can’t, protecting her is my job.  

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Fic Snippet: What It Feels Like To Be Queen, Part II (Boba Fett/Fennec Shand Smut--(NSFW)

Explicit. Just warning ya.  A low growl rumbled through his vocoder before he reached up, yanked his helmet off, tangled a fist into her thick black hair, and crushed her lips into his, licking into her mouth. 

His scarred lips spilling into her mouth didn’t repel Shand, but roused her even more. Sure, she’d had many partners over the years-- too many at times. And many were younger and taller, with pretty-boy holovid looks and all the brains of a left-handed spanner. They were fun… for a while. 

Fett wasn’t pretty and Fett wasn’t fun. Fett was danger. Fett was violence. Fett was ruthlessness and drive and animal instinct to survive. He was everything she was to the bone.  

Shand broke the kiss to meet his onyx-hued eyes with her own, running her thumb over a scar under his eye. He in turn released her hair and returned the gesture, a momentary lapse of tenderness. “So,” he whispered, his lip snarling into a smile, “how should I make you feel like a Queen? On this throne?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Here?”

“Why not? You’ve dispatched our audience rather well. And it’s your throne too.” Boba leaned up and took her chin between his teeth. “I say we break it in proper,” he growled against her skin. 

Shand’s eyes fluttered as her cunt clenched. However, she glanced around the filthy courtroom, which looked like it hadn’t been power-washed since Jabba’s death. “I don’t particularly want to get naked in here.”

“No need,” Boba chuckled. “Just peel that front panel off your trousers.”

She cocked her head and furrowed her brow. “What do you have in mind--”

“Do it,” Fett ordered with narrowed eyes. 

Only Boba Fett could talk to her like that and not only live, but get into her pants as well-- which seemed to quite literally about to happen at this moment. Slowly, Shand slid back to her feet and undid the snaps on the double-sided panel, a design she purposely chose for efficiency and convenience-- because losing precious minutes having to fumble with trousers to relieve herself could mean missing a target she spent days staking out. And like now, it had other benefits as well. 

Tossing it aside, she stood before him, eyes slit with lust and anticipation. Boba honed his gaze on the luscious mons bared before him, softly furred and already dewy for him. His cock bulged against his trousers to the point of pain, but he was in no hurry for relief-- they had time. He crooked a finger. “Closer.” Shand obliged, taking a step into him. That vicious smile returned to his lips. “Brace yourself, Queen”.

With a speed and strength that most men could only dream of, Fett hooked his hands into the creases of her thighs and hoisted her up and over him, aligning her cunt directly over his mouth. Fennec yelped, finding herself suddenly airborne, and grasped the back of the throne on either side of Boba’s bald head. He chuckled, his breath puffing over her folds. “Show me how strong you are,” he rasped as he lowered her down to kiss her cunt the same way he kissed her mouth.

Shand let out a low roar, bracing herself on the throne, arms stiff, legs spread, and abdomen tight, holding herself taut as Boba effortlessly held her up. Of course, the cybernetics knitted into her abs definitely helped, in more ways than one-- they not only strengthened her core, but the neural pathways connecting to her spinal cord were also wired into her pelvic floor. While she liked sex before, it didn’t compare to the surge of physical electricity she could feel now.

When it came to this act, Boba was a veritable glutton. Nothing tasted as good as a woman or satisfied as much, not even a fat bounty, and gods knew he'd had his share across the galaxy. But Fennec was a delicacy in of herself-- a brute just like him, but tasted sweeter than Alderaani honey and smelled as clean as the rainy season on Kamino. Since he found her half-dead on the Tatooine sands and healed her, their attraction grew as well as their partnership, and a day hadn’t gone by without him gorging on her at least twice. And he did just that, flattening his tongue along her pink, flicking her clit, delving his tongue up and in while squeezing her thighs purple.

And oh, the sounds she made. None of those mewling pitches Jabba’s girls or a well-paid whore would squeak out, pretending to like that they were being taken by the galaxy’s most ruthless killer. No, Fennec growled, grunted, and roared when she took her pleasure from him--- and it filled the cavernous den and bounced off the walls into his ears, urging him on.

Shand ground herself into Fett’s mouth, teeth and eyes clenched, her body tensing like a laser crossbow. She suddenly remembered Fortuna’s bloated corpse on the floor behind her, and when she imagined his dead eyes staring at the two of them desecrating the throne that he never deserved, she let out a howling laugh that only intensified the orgasm building inside her. Boba responded by pulling her even harder against his mouth, relentlessly licking and even sinking his teeth into her mons. 

That pushed her over the edge. Fennec threw back her head and vised Boba’s head between her thighs as the cybernetically-enhanced orgasm ripped through her, a guttural roar filling the throne room that spooked the womp rats living in the walls into scurrying. She shook and growled, her hips bucking once, twice, until she came all the way down in every way, collapsing on her arms on the back of the throne. 

Chuckling deep in his chest, Boba grabbed her waist and slid her down his torso to settle her in his lap. He devoured her mouth once more, swallowing Shand’s gasps for air whole. Finally, he pulled away and let her breathe for a moment, but only for one-- because he rocked to his booted feet and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, and descended the dias. “Come on.”

Still panting, Shand breathed, “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you’ll feel better about getting naked,” Boba replied before taking her lips again and carrying her out of the courtroom and into a narrow corridor. 

Even as they moved through the palace, Fett never stopped on her mouth and lips, knowing these palace halls like the back of his hand, never even needing to see where he was going. Fennec caught bursts of double-sunlight that streamed through strategic shafts in the ceilings behind her closed eyes, trusting her King to know his way-- when he suddenly stopped and broke their kiss. 

“Seems you didn’t dispatch our entire audience,” he whispered as he glared over her shoulder. 

Fennec knit her brow and shifted in his hold, indicating that he put her down, and he complied, never taking his eyes off the intruder. Once her feet touched floor, Shand turned to see for herself. A tall, lanky, spotted-skinned Theelin-human hybrid female stood in the shafted Tatooine sunlight, dressed in an animal-skin bodysuit, her electric-red hair spiked high all over her head, her face a mix of terror and awe. 

Boba still held Fennec close. She felt his chuckle through his armor. “Rystall Sant. You still haunt these halls?”

Shand slit her eyes. “You know this bitch?”  

“We’ve met.” His tone was dismissive, but not dismissive enough. Shand didn’t like it, glaring bolts at the alien woman.

Rystall panted, poised on the tip of the choice to stay or run, when she suddenly cried out, “Hail Boba Fett, new Ruler of Tatooine!” 

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LOTS OF SPICE

The Mandalorian x f!Reader 1.4k

Warnings: smut, hair pulling, spanking, fucking in an alley, breeding(IDK WHO I THINK I AM), bd mando

Cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

Mesh’la - beautiful

Tags: @wrestlingfae @helplessly-nonstop @spookyold-saintjm

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Your hands catch against the wall as he pins you there. You arch your back as the Mandalorian rolls his hips against your ass and even with his right hand clasped around your mouth a moan slips out at his shamelessness and urgency to take you where you stand.

“Shhh— Can’t have anyone walking down here.”

A gloved hand travels down your spine and ends with a hard grope of your ass. He doesn’t get like this often, but with the way you were just cornered in the cantina by some slimy drunk, got him hot. Hot and angry and filled with a need to mark his territory.

And you want to be used by him.

To be marked by him.

To be claimed.

You want to be the only thing taking up space in his mind. Because he is the only thing on yours.

Smack. He gives one cheek a hard slap, one that you know if your ass was bare he would be able to see the handprint it leaves. Smack. He slaps the other cheek. You can’t help but let out a whimper in pain, but it quickly morphs into pleasure when he rubs at the spot.

You’ll pay for it. And you can’t wait.

At the noises you’re making the bounty hunter presses flush against you. A growl of his own escaping his throat. He keeps his right hand covering your mouth, while his left wraps around your hip playing at your waistline and traveling under your shirt, fingers splayed out across your stomach.

You can feel him. All of him. His cock hard, pressed to your ass. The coolness of his beskar armor and the heat of his body contrast, making your head spin with lust. A chill flows down your back as you grind against his hips, trying to make him cave. To make him buckle so he’ll give you what you want. What you crave. What you need. His helmet presses into the crook of your neck. Breath ragged. You hear his actual voice and the modulation of his voice he’s so close.

You love it.

“What do you need? Hmm—“ The hand on your stomach slides up and cups one of your breasts, giving a squeeze and tug to your nipple, “Do you need me to fuck you?”

Stars— yes. Yes. Yes.

“Mhmm.” You groan in response against his hand on your mouth.

You’re wet. So very, very wet. If he would only just reach down your pants and feel between your legs he would know. He would know how much you need him. How much you want his cock in you. Pounding into you. Breaking you. Breeding you.

He moves to your other breast, doing the same with that one. Squeezing, kneading, playing. He’s teasing you. Winding you up into a tight coil. To where any little thing could make you snap. Until you are a whimpering, moaning, needy mess for him. Just for him.

You absolutely hate it.

But you absolutely love it.

His hand leaves your breast and travels down wrapping around your waist pulling you closer and still pinning you to the wall. One of your hands wraps around his arm trying to ground yourself as he pulls a wanton noise from your lips.

As his helmet presses against your head he rasps out, “Do you need me to fuck you in this dirty alley?” The hand that was still clasped around your mouth moves and he presses two fingers to your pursed lips, “Have you begging me to let you cum?” He hums at you. Your tongue licks out at the leather pads, tasting dirt and blaster residue, you’re in no right mind to care about. You just need him. All of him. Your mind is blank of anything besides the feel of his arm at your waist, his cock pressing into you, and the heavy weight of his body against you. Biting down on his glove, he’s able to slide his hand free. His bare skin is soft and calloused from years of working in gloves, and the way it caresses down your neck and collarbone causes your heart to clench. As it so often does around him. You’ll look back on it later and ponder over what it means, but right now you just need to be consumed by him.

Traveling down your body he dips his hand into your pants and he can feel how you’ve soaked through your underwear. The blaze he leaves down your body will drive you crazy for days to come. And the things that he’s said. Maker. Those will stay with you forever.

“Do you need me to fill your pussy up with my fingers?”

His hand presses and rubs against your cloth-covered clit, winding you uptight with every word, every touch, until you’re ready to burst at any moment.

“With my cock?” With his question, his left arm comes up and rests between your breast while his hand settles against your throat. Giving a gentle squeeze as his other fingers pull aside your underwear, caressing your slit. Feeling the wetness he has caused.

“With my cum?” He presses two fingers into your cunt, coaxing a moan from you at their quickness. You press back into his hand. Grinding on to his palm. Trying to get more friction. More movement. Anything. Anything that would quell the ache inside of you.

Tighter and tighter.

“Hmm, cyar’ika? Answer me.”

With a crook of his fingers and he’s found that spot inside you that makes you see stars. The pressure on your throat tightens as your cunt flutters around him and he thumbs at your clit. You’re cumming. You're cumming so hard. Here. Against a dirty wall. In a dirty alleyway. With the Mandalorians hand down your pants and at your throat, and his dick grinding into your ass.

And you kriffing love it.

Before you can come down from your high, he releases your throat and presses your head against the wall twisting his fingers in your hair with a firm grip, and replaces his fingers in your cunt with his cock. He’s pushing into you. Slowly. Making it burn. He’s big— Mind blank, you’re barely able to moan out his name as he full sheaths inside you.

He’s intoxicating— He’s huge— He needs to kriffing move.

He places his bare hand at the dip of your back and begins to stroke into you. The soft burn of his cock as it slides in and out has you a mumbling mess of words and moans and you don’t ever want it to stop. You’re full— so very full.

“Pl-please.” You don’t know what you're begging for, you just beg. “Mando, please.” You’re almost sobbing, too overstimulated, overwhelmed.

“Mesh’la.” You hear him whisper out, voice sounding ragged, either from the vocoder or from the effect of watching his cock glide in and out of your pussy as you wine against him. You want to hear more. For a man who is so quiet, you love it when he talks his way through sex.

“You just grip me so well, I don’t want to pull out.” His hand moves down and takes a firm grip on one of your ass cheeks. That coil in the pit of your stomach begins to clench again, though it never really went away, as he keeps a steady rhythm of pounding into you. You won’t last much longer if he keeps going the way he is.

“Mando, p-please fill— fill me up.”

That does it. That’s what makes him crack, what makes him speed up, pummeling into you, the slick, wet sounds your cunt makes spurs him on harder. Faster. The grip in your hair tightens and he’s pulling your head back, arching your back even more. You’re so close too, moans and wanton sounds trembling from your mouth.

“Cum for me.” He says through bated breaths, “ Cum for me cyar’ika and I’ll fill you up.” Hips relentlessly pounding into you, your cunt clenched around him, gripping, holding. His helmet knocks against your head and you hear him cry out, “Let me breed you cyar’ika.”

“Pl-please”

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #star wars #sw #fic #julia tries writing #yall...pls tell me if thei is good #like idk how so many of yall write good ass smutt cause this shit was real hard #but i tried #also pls let me know if something doesn’t make sense #also i gotta go back and put a read more after i post this casue tumblr is shit

[plussizeappreciationfics]

Hi I was the anon asking about pedro pascal! Can I have a headcannon where pedro and reader are home and he's trying to teach her Spanish. But she failing miserably and getting upset about it ! so to cheer her up he does somthing sexually to her *please lots of smutt* Thank you for doing pedro! I've fallen for him since watching the mandalorian!! Also dear God have you seen him in Narcos!!

I’m head over heels in love with him!!

Enjoy!

Pedro getting you all hot and bothered after a failed Spanish lesson includes:

 -Him hating to see you upset

 -But his heart fluttering in his chest at the fact that you try to make an effort in learning his mother tongue

 -You huffing and puffing all over the place, hating that you can’t remember most things your lover has taught you

 -Pedro knowing that continuing would only end up in you probably throwing something against the wall

 -So, he cuts you off in the middle of your venting

 -His soft lips immediately silencing you, the delicate feeling making you whimper in lust and love

 -His hands immediately roaming all over your body, earning lots of soft moans and groans from you

 -Him smacking your luscious butt cheeks while biting your lip, making your wetness pool in between your thighs

 -The actor picking you up and carrying you to your shared bedroom, his strong arms are wrapped tightly around your thick waist. He loves feeling all over your weight on/against him

 -Once in the bedroom, it doesn’t take him long to undress you while whispering how beautiful and sexy you are, in Spanish

 -“Mhm, eres muy hermosa, mi amor“

 -You being surprised that you actually understand every word while feeling your heart flutter in your chest

 -Pedro that leaving delicate and sensual kisses all over your body while you close your eyes and enjoy every second of the intimate moment

 -Him then quickly undressing himself before burying his head in between your big thighs, his tongue sucking and lapping at your drenched folds before his lips are wrapped around your sensitive and swollen clit, the intense sensations leaving you breathless and crying out loud

 -Two of his fingers smoothly sliding into you before they are curled upwards, your sweet spot getting all the right attention

 -“Ay, Pedro!” you cry while arching your back off the bed, the sight of you in pure bliss making his length harden

 -“Ahi, mi amor?”

 -“Si, y mas rapido” you moan while feeling your head spin from all the pleasure , not realizing that you were speaking fluently Spanish

 -Pedro smirking to himself, being proud of you

 -Him then removing his mouth and fingers from where you need him the most and ordering you to turn around on all fours

 -“Ah!” you cry out as you immediately feel his hard length filling you up all the way, your inner walls being stretched while his thumb is already drawing circles on your swollen nub

 -Pedro not wasting any time and starts pounding into you, making the headboard bang against the wall but neither of you cares

 -Him being very vocal, describing how warm, wet and tight you feel wrapped around him in Spanish, his thick accent making you curl your toes as you already feel your inner walls wrap themselves around his twitching and swelling thickness

 -The two of you cumming seconds later, the feeling of his warm release spurting inside you making you shiver while your inner walls clench themselves tightly around him

 -The two of you shaking in pure bliss while enjoying every second of your orgasms before letting out soft sighs while the actor slips out of you and lies down next to you

 -You relaxing against the mattress and rolling back onto your back while smiling at your lover, loving how deliciously good he makes you feel

 -You bursting out chuckling when realizing that you actually spoke Spanish during the nasty love making

 -“You’re a good teacher” you chuckle while smiling at the actor who gives you a breathtaking grin

 -“You’re a good student, my love”

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[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

The Mandalorian chases a bounty to an unknown planet on the outer rim that is deadly. He becomes stranded and meets a feral woman who lives on the planet.

A/N I had tried to post this without wearing my glasses at 3:00 AM (I don't sleep) which was a big mistake. I accidentally posted it twice and missed a bunch of spelling errors and it was just terrible. So I have reposted with my proper seeing plates on my face now and have even added onto it. Also, everyone loves a little Princess Bride crossover Easter Egg right? There’s also a little TLOU Easter egg near the end.

Minors DNI. No Smut in this one, but violence and some parts that may give you the feels and the sads. Technically, I guess "the sads" is "the feels" to some extent. I should just stop saying either of those things.

CHAPTER 3 - I Like It Here

Skinning and butchering a Rous is never an easy job, but this time it seemed like less work, knowing that someone else would enjoy the fruits of your labour.  You slowly stirred the giant pot of stew on your wood burning stove, disassociating from everything as you mindlessly, yet happily, stared into the whirlpool of meat and vegetables below you.  You knew Rous didn’t really taste good… or like anything apart from disappointment… but it was food and the best you could offer the Mandalorian and that gave you a sense of pride to be able to offer a small comfort after you both had done a long day’s work stripping your old ship of parts.

Your mind slowly churned the idea of getting, the hell, off this damn planet.  You wondered what space really looked like.  What it felt like to fly in a ship.  Mostly, what it felt like to finally meet another person.  What was this new affinity for the Mandalorian and could your night of passion have just been an emotional slip-up on his part?  Did this put your trip off the planet at risk?  Did you make a terrible tactical error?  You brought the large pot over to the counter by the window and was surprised that when you looked up into your reflection, for the first time you saw an unintended smile on your face.

The front door to the cabin creaked open and you turned with a smile holding a wooden bowl of soup, expecting The Mandalorian to be standing there awaiting you to greet him.

The blaster was aimed squarely in between your eyes.

In shock, you dropped the stew and it splashed all over your legs and feet as the wooden bowl thudded and rolled.  The sudden action didn’t phase Din.  He continued to aim his blaster at your head and though you couldn’t see his expression behind his helmet you could tell by his body language that he meant to kill.

You raised your arms defensively,  “I-uh didn’t know my cooking was that bad…” You nervously joke and trail off.  He was completely silent and still aiming at you, like a stone statue that encompassed a burning silent core of rage.  He didn’t offer a word of explanation.  Only the rhythmic patting of stew dripping off your pants onto the floor could be heard, “You’re leaving me here and taking the ship, aren’t you?” you concluded quietly and sadly with your hands raised in the air in submission.  It was your nightmare come true.

He had a large tattered blanket wrapped up in his other hand like a make-shift bag that was full of something quite large and bulky.  You nodded at it, carefully, “What cha find there, Marco Pollo?”

Din paused, mulling over if he even wanted to interact with you, then released his grip on the corners of the blanket making the make-shift bag and its contents clamour loudly and heavily to the ground.

You see it and your heart leaps into your throat, your eyes grow wide and you shake your head frantically,

“I can explain!”  You say trying to move your surrendered hands into a more reassuring gesture but Din took three steps forward and pushed the blaster tightly against your skull.  You close your eyes and flinch away in fear as he pushes your head down and whispers ragefully into your ear.

“You’re killing Mandalorians.”  He growls uncontrollably.

Your eyes well up with tears as you look down at the old, dusty Mandalorian armor that Din had dumped on the floor.

“I’m not!”  The words escaped your mouth, not as a plea, but as chaotic sadness.

“Where did you get this from and why were you hiding it on your ship!” Din screamed in your face.  You crumpled down onto the floor trying to stifle your tears but his blaster was still digging into your head and his rage filled stance shook with ferocity.  Understanding that his anger was so deep, you realize this could very well be your last seconds alive.

“I didn’t get it from anywhere!”  You sob, terrified.  Din shoves your head with the blaster taunting you to continue explaining.  He pushes your body back onto the floor and straddles it, his fury had his hand shaking as he held the blaster.  You stare at with him with wide eyes and breathe frantically but offer nothing more, too scared that any response you may give will just further his resentment and you may end up dead.  He’s frustrated you won’t talk so he offers his observation,

“You’re killing Mandalorians and selling our armor. “  He snarls.  You suddenly jolt to try to escape but he easily grabs your wrists and holds you down. “You must have a deal with the bounties that come here.  Lure Mandalorians here and kill us and take our armor then split the cost with them.  That’s how you knew where I was in the jungle - because I was exactly where I was supposed to be in order for you to lure me here to kill me and take my armor.  Why else would you have stayed on this hell-hole for so damn long?  None of these broken ships could get a com signal?”  He growls into your ear as he puts a hand on your chest and gruffly shoves you all the way onto your back.

You try to sit up and explain, “You can’t get a signal through the atmosphere here-”

He shoots his blaster just past your head as a warning shot. And you flail back onto the hard planks of the floor and wrench out sobs as you curl up and hold your head in terror.  Din gets up.

“I’m taking the armor.” He states, “It belongs with my people…  And I’m taking the ship parts and your map..”  he states simply as he grabs your map off of the drafting table.  You are terrified of being left behind and begin to beg,

“No!  Please don’t leave me here!  You don’t understand!” You plead.

Din wrenches one of your arms forward and cuffs it then secures the other end of the handcuffs to a pipe below the sink.  He turns, picks up the Mandalorian armor he found and scoops it back into the blanket again then walks calmly out of the cabin without a word or a look back as the door slams shut.

“No!” You scream over and over hysterically, trying to wrench yourself from the sink pipe.  It was no use.  Din was gone and so was your ride off this planet.

………………

Din mounded up the ship parts the two of you had stripped from your rusted out Razor Crest onto a hover skid and began slowly walking across the field towards the jungle.  The only sound was the gentle droning of the hover skid as it drifted close behind him.  He paused at the edge of the field and looked up at the star filled, clear sky then back at the tiny dilapidated cabin.  He felt a sharp stab of sorrow then shoved it down somewhere deep and pulled out your tattered map from his pocket he had stolen from the cabin and unfolded it, looking at the decades of your work scrawled out on the stained and delicate paper.

He took one last look at the cabin and could hear your terrified and desperate screams from inside, muffled by the space of the cold night air.  He felt his eyes hotly well up underneath his helmet then swallowed, took a deep breath, and concluded that he had known of you had sprouted from lies and deception and weren’t the real you.  He felt as if he had gotten attached to a hologram over a trap.  He pushed forward down the trail, leaving you forever behind in the cabin.  He would find his ship and leave you far behind with everything he felt about you.

………….

You’re finally exhausted from your cries and are curled in a ball with your arm still cuffed to the pipe under the sink.  After a few sniffles and trying to wipe your nose on the shoulder of your tunic you realize you need to get free, not only to try and catch up with the Mandalorian, but also, you’ve heard starving to death is one of the most painful ways to die. Then you remember the conversation about the fresher you had with the Mandalorian - that the plumbing hadn’t worked for years because after a flood, the ground shifted and the couplings in all of the pipes under the cabin were all disconnected now.  You didn’t want to pull out as you had been, you had to pull up, out of the ground. You yanked wildly up grunting then screaming as you jammed up on the pipe as hard as possible.  Your wrist became bruised and cut with friction trauma.  It seemed useless.  You thought about how you would be forced to spend the rest of your life on this planet, day in and day out, in absolute terror.  You thought about the Mandalorian out in the universe, believing that you were a cunning murderer for money.  You thought about how at peace you felt in his arms and the last feeling of him you would have is his murderous anger.

Your hair was matted to your face from sweat and tears.  With one last air shattering scream you wrenched your whole body up.  A coupling snapped just beneath the floor and you flew backwards and landed with a dusty thud on your back.

Shaking off the landing, you raised your now free hand in disbelief with wide eyes.  It took a moment for your brain to realize you were free, but once it did you scrambled to your feet, flailed to a small shelf and shoved a pile of ship parts off of a shelf and grabbed a small, dusty notebook then bolted out the front door.

Every muscle in your body worked harder than it ever had to sprint top speed across the field to catch up to Din.

You burst through the underbrush of the dark jungle and ran with your every last breath through the giant leaves and thick branches.  As you run, the pitch black jungle begins to become spotted with glowing neon green algae specks that light up the silhouette of the leaves and land that cover their contours.  You break through the tattered and knotted bushes to stand at the edge of a swamp.  Your worst suspicion was playing out in front of you.

A Harkmon is hunched over on the other side of the swamp and seems to be playing with its food as its giant paws slowly shove and push something below its towering body.

You expertly clamber up the closest tree, grab a vine and swing down landing on top of the Harkmon.  It rears up and exudes a jungle-shaking roar as it bucks to shake you off of it.  

Din is laying below the Harkmon, injured but still very much alive.

You begin stabbing blindly, hoping to find the correct eye to blind.  Your efforts are frivolous as the Harkmon continues to buck and roar.  It wasn’t until it decides to ignore you and turns back to Din, who is shuffling back on his elbows, throwing his hands up to protect himself in terror, that you feel something you have never felt before.

“He’s mine…” You whisper through grated teeth at the Harkmon..  

You let out a soul shattering scream.

A light emits out from your body, growing slowly.  

A lantern light.  A room light.  A supernova.

Din turns his head away at the brightness and cowers into the ground.

A blinding flash engulfs the world and explodes.

You fall off of the Harkmon.

All of the Harkmon’s eyes were completely blinded by the light at once and it slumps to its side, dead.

You fall into the swamp water, unconscious, and Din scampers over and gathers you in his arms, unsure of what happened, but understanding you just saved him.  He looks over his shoulder and sees his Razor Crest.

………….

You slowly regained consciousness and saw towers of  metal cargo boxes stacked upon the metal floor you laid on.  However, you are surprised to find yourself surrounded by some scratchy grey blankets and a few flat pillows.  You appear to have woken up in a really terribly made make-shift bed on a floor somewhere.  You hear a faint whirring sound like mechanics working and the sound of an air filtration system mixed with faint beeping.  

As your vision becomes more clear and adjusts to the dark you see the silhouette of the Mandalorian leaning against a doorway with his arms crossed, staring at you.  He doesn’t offer any words, just is staring at you.

“You’re not trying to kill me.”  You state groggily as you shuffle into a sitting position.

Din tosses something on the floor that skids over to you.  You look down and see that he’s found the notebook you took from your cabin before you took off after Din.

“My father’s diary…”  You say trailing off and looking up at him.

“I owe you an apology.” He says softly, “You were never after my armor.  Or collecting Mandalorians’ armor…  Your father was a Mandalorian and that was his armor.  That explains how you knew so much about my culture even though you had never left the planet or ever met anyone else.  He had taught you about the ways of The Creed.”  Din walked over and took your folded and weathered map out of his pocket and slowly handed it to you.  “You’ve been unconscious for two days.  I fixed up my Razor Crest but had to go back to your cabin to gather food.  Your map saved me from getting lost and probably kept me alive.  I saw the names marked on it - ‘Clara and Shy-Tan Garamond’.  That’s where their graves are.  I figured out that you never meant any harm to me.”

You struggled to your feet and looked from your map, up into Din’s visor.  The overwhelming urge to wrap your arms tightly around Din was no longer controllable and you buried your face in his chest.  He slowly raised his arms and you felt his hands slowly caressing your back to sooth you.

“I should have said something before but I didn’t want to answer any questions about my past.” you explain.

“I understand.”  Din nodded.

“That’s an interesting bed you made me.  Am I in the cargo hold?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I don’t consider you cargo.  There isn’t a ton of room for a person to be sleeping in the cockpit so this was the next best option.  I didn’t want to put you in my cot since the door auto-shuts when someone enters it and I wanted to be able to hear you and keep an eye on you in case you needed help.”

“When do we leave this horrible planet?”  You ask.  Din cocks his head to one side and realizes you’re not aware of the situation yet.

“Come with me.”  He takes your hand and leads you down a small corridor to the cockpit.

You feel as if you’ve been winded as your eyes become wide and jaw drops.  Sprawling out the windscreen of the Razor Crest is countless stars as the universe stretches on forever before you.  Your breath picks up and you almost begin hyperventilating,

“I’m in space?” you turn and whisper in awe to Din.  He nods his head once.

“That,”  He points out the side window down to a green planet far below, “Is Sypar.”

You look in awe at the seemingly tiny planet that is slowly getting smaller as the Razor Crest gently flies away from it.  You put your hand on the window.

“Bye Mom… Bye Dad…”  You whisper and trace your finger around the circumference of the planet on the window.  Turning back to Din, you smile and he motions with an open palm to the co-pilots chair.  You giggle and immediately jump into the Captains chair.

“Nice try…” Din says picking you up and placing you into the co-pilot's chair.  “You only have experience with crashed ships so I think I’ll be the one doing the flying for a while.”

“Fine.”  you roll your eyes and mope crossing your arms.  After a moment you slowly reach forward to push a button but Din grabs your hand and stares at you in warning.  Before he releases your hand he slowly guids it to another button and places it on it.

“You can push that one now.”  He instructs.

A wide smile stretches across your face as you push the button and you hear the humm of the engines change slightly.  You clap with joy and Din smiles under his helmet.

“I like it here.”  You say happily, “That’s my button from now on.”

Din chuckles and nods, “Sure.  That’s your button from now on.”

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[foomoosworld]

Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 6 - Cape Isn’t So Stupid Now, Is it?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem Reader

Summary: You and Din need to take on a particularly dangerous Imperial Bounty. Din has to enlist the help of Mig Mayfeld, who has had a run in with you on your previous planet and you two hate each other. Mayfeld appears to know things about your past you are keeping from Din which complicates the situation.

MINORS DNI - Actually, this chapter probably only has some fluff and lead up to smut in the next chapter. I wanted to put it all into one chapter but it would have been way too long. Sometimes you gotta push that plot forward so you can write more smut that doesn't confuse the crap out of people.

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The sun was violently beating down that morning on Tatooine which didn’t help your nervous and slightly angry disposition about having to come face to face with Mayfeld again; the man who tried to burn your house down, stole your ship parts, tried to kill you then left you behind on your deadly home planet you had been trying to escape since birth.  Sweat was dripping down your temples and you would occasionally grunt and wipe it with your sleeve in frustration.

“This planet is so hot.”  You complain to Din as the two of you stroll the short distance to the Canteena where you are to meet Mayfeld and Karga Greef , “It’s like my skin won’t stop leaking.  How are you handling this so well?  It must be like an oven under that armor.”  Din simply shrugged.  He had become accustomed to the discomfort that his armor can create and has done battle in far worse environments than Tatooine.

“Try not to think about it.” His advice rings half-heartedly.

“When you tell someone to ‘try not to think about it,’ they just think about it more.” You snap at him with a glare.

“Don’t be a brat.”  Din warns.

As you approach the cantina you see a man with a shaved head, red stubble dressed all in black tactical gear.

“Huh.  He’s a ginger.  I forgot that.”  You grump as the two of you approach. “At least he hates the sun more than I do.”  You sneered.  Din turned his helmet and looked sternly down at you and reiterated, 

“Don’t. Be. A. Brat. I mean it.”

You roll your eyes and sigh.

Mayfeld is leaning against the wall of the cantina as if he didn’t have a care in the world.  He shades his eyes with his hands to get a better look at the two of you as you approach, each foot fall of yours kicking up small clouds of dusty beige sand.

“Mando!” He greets Din with a smile and offers a firm handshake and a pat on his back.  He then turns to you glare at you, “I see your still keeping sketchy company.  You still stripping ships, you swamp rat?” Mayfeld taunts as he sneers at you.

“You still burning down houses?”  You snark.

“Stop it.” Din says calmly but sternly to both of you.  “We need to work together if this is going to succeed.  So whatever rocky past you two have is put behind you as of right now.”

“No problem over here…” Mayfeld shakes his head and raises his hands defensively.

“Fine.”  You grumble, giving in to Din’s order.

The three of you enter the dark cantina and the cool air relieves your skin.

“Thank, maker…”  Mayfeld says wiping the sweat off his brow.  “Us gingers tend to burn up in the sun.”

You snort a muffled laugh and try to hide a vindictive smile and stare straight forward, happy at the misery you predicted Mayfeld was in.  Din looks at you and nudges you angrily in the ribs with an elbow.  “Don’t.”  He warns again quietly and you struggle to stifle your smile.

The band is playing music that is oddly frantic and lively for the morning that every patron is nonchalantly ignoring as they practice grimacing.  Din sees Karga sitting at a table across the room with a droid standing next to him.  He waves you over happily and the three of you slide into chairs at his table, Mayfeld spinning one of the chairs backwards and straddling it.

“Yeah. That makes you look edgier.” You sarcastically snap under your breath and roll your eyes at Mayfeld

“Mando! It’s been a long time!” Karga exclaimed excitedly, “And you bring….” Karga examines your and Mayfeld’s faces, senses the tension between the two of you and is unsure, “Friends?”

“I hear you have a bounty for me.  I thought you were out of the business since becoming High Magistrate.”  Din cuts to the chase.

“I do.”  Karga looks uncomfortably at you and asks, “Why are you dressed so fancy?” looking at your blue summer dress.  You look at him completely emotionless and respond,

“I’m not properly socialized to your standard culture.” You robotically dispel.

“Okay…” Karga nods uncomfortably and decides to keep his conversation to the Mandalorian, “You keep interesting company, Mando.”

“Have I ever not gotten the job done?” Din challenges Kargas questioning of his team member choice.

Karga flicks his eyes from you to him then slowly slides the puck across the table.

“Its a Spice Runner that has been captured by Imperial Guard and is being held in one of their facilities on Hoth.” Karga explains.

“Hoth?” Din questions in surprise, “Why would anyone put a facility on such a frigid, barren planet?  And since when are you interested in Spice Runners if you’re out of the business?”  The pieces weren’t falling together and before Din accepted the bounty puck he wanted to ensure this wasn’t some kind of Imperial trap.

“The Spice runner had set up a factory on Navarro partnering with local pirates for security.  We’ve been trying to get them off our planet for some time but have proven to be a much trickier pest to exterminate than originally calculated.  Without a military or help from the Alliance we had no other choice than to strike up a deal with them when their boss was captured by Imperial Guard.  He’s been selling information to the Alliance on the side; specifically Imperial Facilitiy blue prints, giving the Alliance an upper hand.”  Karga explains.

“Why wouldn’t the Imps just kill him?”  Din querries.

“Because he was also selling information about the Alliance to the Imps.  So they’re trying to get information out of him before they kill him.”

“Playing both sides.”  Din realizes and nods slowly.

“The Imperial facility is on Hoth to dissuade anyone from going there. They tend to keep only high profile prisionera there and is one of the last places anyone would expect them to set up camp.  The Spice Runner’s wife has taken over operations on Nevarro and has offered a large bounty and to move their operations off of Nevarro if you get her husband, Talak Rand, back to her alive.”  Karga concludes.  Din nods thoughtfully then turns to Mayfeld and you to see what your reaction to the job is.  You shift your eyes back and forth between Din and Mayfeld.  You aren’t versed well enough in the politics of the universe as of yet to have a fully formed opinion on how dangerous this could be, but also know you needed the credits.

“Well - “ Mayfeld shrugged, “At least if we go to Hoth we can get out of the sun for awhile.”  He reaches over and grabs the puck.  With that the three of you stand up.

“We’ll find your Spice Runner.”  Din confirms, turns and all three of you walk out of the cantina.

Karga looks up at the droid next to him, “Where does he find these people, G5?”

The droid shifts anxiously.

“It’s probably best not to question such things.” It responds. Karga nods in agreement with a shake of his head and an arch of his brow as he takes a long swig of his blue milk.

………..

The three of you return to The Razor Crest and settle into the cockpit.  Din takes his seat in the pilots chair and Mayfeld flops down in the Copilot seat.  You stand over him with your arms crossed and clear your throat in annoyance.

Mayfeld glares up at you, “Oh… you learned how to fly a ship in the last year I saw you?”  He quips.  “I believe this is a copilot’s chair.”  You snarl your discontent then angrily huff down in the jump seat behind the two of them.  Din begins setting coordinates, pushing buttons and navigates the Razor Crest into space without getting involved between the uncomfortable banter between you and Mayfeld.  The Razor Crest jumps to hyperspace and once it’s flying smoothly Din stands from his seat.

“Take the controls, Mayfeld.  I need to go below deck to run diagnostics on the ships heating and life support systems before we get to Hoth”  Din instructs.  Mayfeld slowly turns his head and glares at you while responding to Din,

“No problem.”

He switches to the Captians seat and you shift and settle into the copilots seat.

“Play nice.” Din leans to your ear and quietly growls at you before he disappears into the back of the ship.

You cross your arms and flick your eyes to Mayfeld.  He swivels his head around to make sure Din is out of ear-shot.

“No tricky stuff or I let Mando know your little secret.” he warns as he reads the navigation charts on a small screen to his left.

“You don’t know anything about me.” You challenge him with a snarl.

“Oh, I did some digging after I left your little hell planet.  I know why your family was exiled from Mandalor and I know exactly what you are.  I doubt Mando will be as forgiving of this situation than I am.  So, best behavior unless you want to find yourself stranded on some shit hole rock on the Outer Rim again.”  He threatens.  Your heart jumps into your chest, suddenly realizing that Mayfeld is currently holding all the cards.

You angrily jolt up from your seat and storm off to find Din.

A cool green glow is reflecting off of his helmet from the console text on the screen in front of him in the dark hallway of the Razor Crest as he checks the screen in the wall against a hand held infopad in his hand.  He appears to not notice you approach from behind him but also doesn’t flinch when you rope your arms around his waste from behind and lean your head against his back.  He continues to check his numbers but embraces your hands that are woven around his waist with one of his.

His helmet tilts slightly back towards you. “I know, Meshla.  It’s not easy.”  He soothes you.

“Is it too early to go to bed together?”  Your whines are muffled as you smush your face into his back in frustration.

“Not now, Charika. There’s too much I need to prepare before we get to Hoth.”

You whine again and angrily slump away from Din.  He sighs, turns around and leans back against the console he was just fixing.

“If you can behave, I’ll have a surprise for you once we catch this bounty.”  He says.

“And if I don’t?” You challenge mischievously stepping into him and angling a smile up at his visor.

“You don’t want to know what I will do to you if you misbehave.”

You let out a small squeal and shake your fists excitedly in front of you.  You turn to go back to your makeshift bed in the cargo hull but let out a yelp as Din gives your ass an unexpected slap as you scurry away.  You turn and giggle at him then disappear to your bed.

Din sighs, turns and goes back to his diagnostics, smiling to himself under his helmet and shaking his head.

A few hours pass and Din finishes his diagnostic review of the ships life support and heating system.  When he is satisfied with the numbers he returns to the cockpit and takes the Captians Chair from Mayfeld.

“So, you met her on Sypar…” Mayfeld breaks the silence.  Din hesitates, unsure if he wants to unfold this conversation with him, then opts for transparency.

“Yes.” He states simply.

“What do you really know about that girl?” Mayfeld baits Din.  Din slightly turns his helmet towards him as he busies himself pushing buttons on the console in front of him.

“All I need to know.”  He grumbles, trying to shut the conversation down.

“Ever asked yourself why she didn’t grow up on Mandalor with her parents?”  Mayfeld lures him.

“It’s not my business.”  Din shuts him down.

Mayfeld shrugs and tries to explain, “I’m just sayin’... a weird feral girl abandoned on a deadly, uninhabited planet seems like a strange bed partner to take without looking into her history.”

Din stays silent to try to avoid the conversation, however, Mayfeld has a point. “What is your point?” He questions, his patience running thin.  Mayfeld leans across the copilots chair towards him and cautiously looks back to make sure you aren’t close by to hear his words.

“Do you know if she’s actually human?”

Din growls under his helmet.

“I have extensive experience.  She’s human.”  He shoots back at him.

“But do you?”  Mayfeld lays his bread crumbs. “There’s creatures out there that can look human, but aren’t.”

Din turns his head, at first in annoyance, but when he glimpses Mayfelds concerned expression he questions his stance.  He tries to push the thought to the back of his mind and looks back out the windscreen at the stars.

“You grow up on Mandalore?”  Mayfeld nods at him, questioningly.

“No. I grew up on Concordia.  A moon of Mandalore.  By the Children Of The Watch.”

“Ah,” Mayfeld leans back, “That explains it.”

“Explains what?”

“Why you don’t know all the history of Mandalore.  I mean, you didn’t even know there were Mandalorians that could remove their helmets until recently.  Ever think there may be something else that was a blind spot in your up-bringing?”

“Say what you mean or be quiet.”  Din roughly orders.

“Maybe take your new arm candy to Bo Katan and ask what she thinks of her.”

Din turns his helmet to Mayfeld.  He knows the expressionless mask will look like a threat of violence if Mayfeld doesn’t shut up, but underneath, his eyes were wide and face was worried.  Why did Mayfeld appear to know more about you than he did?   It took Din everything he could muster to not physically shake off Mayfeld’s words and give his emotional manipulation the upper hand.  Luckily, he was saved by the bell as a beeping commenced signaling they were approaching Hoth.

The cockpit door slides open and you step in, fully clad in leather armor and winter clothes.  Your short waist high cape flowed behind you as you stared at Hoth getting larger by the second as The Razor Crest approached.

“Here we go.”  You nervously exhaled.

“Nice cape.” Mayfeld quipped sarcastically.

“Fuck you, Mayfeld.” you said without tearing your eyes off of the approaching planet.

……………

The Razor Crest swooped down to the glacial ground of Hoth and planted its landing gear with a thud that stirred up clouds of dry snow that spread like mist. Din was the first to exit the hull ramp and survey the frozen tundra.  Mayfeld followed shortly behind him.  Lastly, you stepped out into the frozen winter air and said,

“NOPE.” and immediately turned around to go back into the ship.  However, Din caught the crook of your elbow without even looking and pulled you next to him.  Din pushed some buttons on his helmet and scanned the horizon until he found the small Imperial building.

“It’s smaller than I thought it would be.”  He said.

“Yeah,” Mayfield said, “Don’t let that fool you.  The building is small but I can guarantee you there are numerous troopers stationed.  If anything, be scared that they feel they only had to build a small structure to have their prisoners secured. It means they’re ready for us.”

“We can’t use speeder bikes.”  You state, “They’ll hear them and see them against the snow immediately.  That means we’re walking.”

“Oh… good….’ Mayfield starts with his words already dripping with sarcasm, “More time to spend with you.”  He glares at you then  starts to walk down the ramp.  You and Din share a knowing look and take Mayfeld’s lead and follow behind him into the wild frozen wasteland.

The three of you lower your heads and force your way through the open glacial land.  The wind lashes your bodies like a burning whip with every icy blow.  Even Din was shivering in his armor when you traversed the last giant snow drift and looked down across an open glacier field that  was spotted with only the imperial building.

“This has got to be a trap.”  Din states, noting how quiet it is.

“Only one way to find out.”  Mayfeld says climbing over the snow dune and clumsily sliding his way down to the glacier.  The three of you walk without incident to the middle of the glacier field, heads on a swivel, awaiting blaster fire.

Then it happened.  A storm trooper on a Taun Taun crested one of the snow drifts, took aim and shot at you.

Din immediately pulled his blaster, shot back and sent him flailing off the Taun Taun that scurried off.  With that action, suddenly hundreds of Storm Troopers appeared on the horizon in every direction.  You had been boxed in.

Blasters fired from every angle.  Mayfeld dove behind a glacial crevasse that had upheaved itself from the ground but you and Din were left vulnerable with no where to hide.  Din took numerous blaster hits to his Beskar, grunting and shouting as he was inundated from taking fire.  He fell back to the ground.  You crouched down then leapt into an animalistic sprint towards the line of Storm Troopers.  Fire seared immediately into your body and flung you back, skidding next to Din in the snow.  You trembled as you heaved your wounded body up.  Din grasped you around your waist and dragged you back behind the upheaved glacial crevasse that Mayfeld had taken shelter behind.  The Storm Troopers were closing in, blaster fire becoming every molecule of the air.

You weakly reached up and flung Din’s cape over his head then grabbed Mayfeld in a headlock and flung him face down into the snow, your cape over his head while crouching with him in the fetal position in the ground.

A deafening pause ensued, A white light flashed throughout the field, emerging from your body, shaking the atmosphere and sending a ripple through the snow that flung the line of Storm Troopers off their feet.

There was complete silence among the glacial field.  Din slowly raised to his knees, emerging from under his cape.  Mayfeld also slowly rose up.  They both look around, confused to see the few concious Storm Troopers that are now regaining their footing appear to be blindly grasping at nothing.

“What was that?”  Din questioned, astonished.  He looks at Mayfeld who is crouched over you, unconscious in the snow.

Mayfeld looks up at Din with a terrified expression,

“She blinded them.”

Mayfeld reaches down gently and raises your face to look at him.  You weakly say,

“Cape isn’t so stupid now, is it?”

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Womps Tattoos

A Din Djarin Fan Fic Serise

In my mind it is lore that Din Djarin is covered in tattoos & that makes me want to believe something. So I’ve written you all a story. This was only ever going to be a one off, but I didn’t want to give it all away & just have a really really long Fic so here I am setting up another Serise. This one may take a while but I promise you it will be worth it.

Synopsis: After the Silver Knight saved your peoples lives you decide to join the covert to help others & go on similar missions. One of the Coverts traditions is to have a growing tattoo after certain missions, so your frequent Wromp Tattoos over many years, to see how you, your tattoo & the man who saved you grow over time.

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Each chapter will come with its own warning. but there will be sex violence trauma swearing & alcohol involved in this story. It’s still set In The Star Wars universe but it’s slightly different & doesn’t follow The Mandalorian tv show, but characters & planets from the film movies & books are mentioned.

Progress: So much for a one off… ahhhh yea I don’t mean to have 2 serise on the go at the same time but this will be coming back to at much later points for sure. First chapter will be on Monday 17th

Chapter 1) Petals

Chapter 2) Stem

Chapter 3) Leaves

Chapter 4) Blossom

Chapter 5) Wilt

Chapter 6) Pollen

Chapter 7) Vase

Chapter 8) Waters

Chapter 9) Spring

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Petals

Chapter 1 of Womps Tattoos

Master list

Go back in time to 2018 me. No tattoos, no real knowledge of who Pedro Pascal is… today I’m looking forward to getting my 5th tattoo, one of Dins mask on my right leg. I am so excited for it. & so I started to write this because I believe it is cannon that Din is covered in Tattoos.

This is an out of universe Din, but characters from The Mandalorian are included in this. I know some of you don’t like that but I wanted to put Din in a different universe. He’s still our Tiny Shiny Tin Din. This may at some point turn into chapters.

Synopsis: After your first successful mission, it is tradition to get a tattoo which can be added to going forward, so you go to Womps after a colleagues recommendation, & get a lot more than just some ink.

Word count:4800

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mentions of war & rebellion & death & trauma, this is just setting the world up mainly. Pining & hero status. Smutt will come later.

As always thank you all for the read my loves it’s really appreciated. All feed back is welcome.

“Mission complete” echos through your head set as you hear the last hostage has been taken to safety. Your first covert mission is complete & you sigh in relief that it went relatively smoothly. No one died & your job of scouting for the team & checking everyone’s welfare & status has gone well. It’s tradition that on your first mission you take a back seat to see how everything works, next time you will be on the second wave of attack going in as back up ready to help survivors &, if needs be, to take shots that will save others.

It is also tradition to start your tattoo after your first mission. It can be your choice what you go for, but it needs to be something that can be added too. Lots of the guys go for stars or bullets or a tally chart, simple & easy. But you want something that can grow much like you have since you’ve been given this second chance in life & have been brought up to live this life. You want a Tulip head on your right shoulder, which going forward you can add petals, stems & other flowers & floral decorations to it. You are blooming with your new purpose in life, so you think your growing tattoo should do the same.

“Womps is the best place to go to get your tattoo” Paz announces as you talk getting off the hanger. He’s been here for the last 8 years & is proud of the teeth his tiger on his back is growing. Today he lead the mission so he will be adding a cub to his tiger in the next few days. “The guy who runs it doesn’t say much, wears a hood & dark glasses all the time when he’s not actually tattooing, no one really sees his face, but he is one of our most decorated members of the team. He never got a tattoo at all, until he single handedly won the battle of Dantooine & then he…” he pauses. You are from Dantooine you know about the battle & the power struggle & the silver knight who concurred the insurgents who rebelled. You saw him in silver look down at you as you cowered in fear protecting your parents from the battle, the courage you’d displayed in your earlier exploits had disappeared. Paz can see your eyes thinking, even from behind your visor to obscure your face. “… well let’s just say he is a walking gallery now, he felt a grate sense of responsibility for what he did & since then he’s captured every moment & memory he has in ink. He brought the shop to make sure he could complete the tattoos on his body, but he learnt along the way. He now makes more of a living from body art then he does as a mercenary.”

“If this is who I think it’s about, is it true that no one has ever seen his back tattoo?” You ask stepping into the chemical pod for decontamination, nothing is getting into the base. “Nope no one, Rumour has it he was inspired by something for it, he is waiting for inspiration to strike again before he reveals it.”Paz giggles as you walk back to your rooms ready to remove your masks “I mean it’s all gossip, but we do miss him on some of our medium size missions, maybe one day when your more experienced & make point on a large mission, you will get to work with him, but in the mean time, his tattoos will do for now”. Paz parts to his bunk & so do you, finally able to remove your visor & mask. You know your face needs concealing for this job & it is for everybodys safety, however once you make a first wave your will receive a full helmet to wear, your mould is already cast ready for this. You only have to cover your face on base & everyone here has an alias. You could have met Paz in real life multiple times & never known it. You only have a number at the moment, your alias will eventually present itself to you.

You leave your bunk & check the availability at Womps. There’s a box you can tick for first time missions which you do. They know where most of their business comes from. There’s availability tonight at 9pm to be initiated. It says to make sure you eat 2hours before & to bring water with you. You don’t even check the name of who’s tattooing you, this place is recommended & comes with its own mythology, you request without hesitation the appointment. You leave & head out into the real world, in your normal clothes. All the other people just casually walking past of you. How many of them are familiar faces & voices that you know, but also have no idea if they are. You go to your home & eat before contacting your father to tell him about your mission. He’s now elderly & being looked after by your two younger sisters, while you live this new life & provide for the family. You miss them & you mourn your mother who died shortly after the battle & rebellion but that & your previous down hill spiral inspired you to be the person that you are today.

Womps is a short speeders ride away, at the back of the city, in a dimly lit shadowy area. Manoeuvring the Speeder is a bit of a challenge with all the people moseying around, looking in shops, carrying on their everyday life, having no idea exactly what you have done & what you will become. Reaching the tattoo place is a mission on its own, but you are pleasantly surprised when you get there. It’s not as run down as you had imagined in your mind. Green lights of every shade illuminate the shops sign. All the outside looks like it’s coated in beskar, the silver & tin gleaming & reflecting back at you. You automatically feel at home here, the vibe matches yours & you know already that you are looking forward to frequenting here on future occasions.

When you walk in there is a small little dum serise droid which leaps up & starts fussing about & runs into a counter a few time. “All right, all right” you hear come from the back. A lady with frizzy hair walks out, in rougher clothes torn through clearly her love of work, graft & craft that she is proud to were. “Now who do we have here?” The beam on her face as she looks you up & down & try’s to work you out & what you’re going to want. “Hi, I’m the 9pm?” You reply. “Oh I know that, I know that” she smirks “I’m Peli, I’m the face of the business as well you know, the main guy doesn’t show anyone his face, hell I’ve only seen it once & he screamed at me for 4 days afterwards.” She laughs & then sees the concerned look on your face “oooh don’t worry sweety, it’s okay, it just means he will keep his hood up & glasses on all the time he is looking at you, however those brown eyes, oooh once you see them, no eyes will ever look the same” your so intrigued as to who this man is but Peli gives you no time to think or dream. “You need to fill out these 3 forms of consent & then I’ll take you though, have you had an idea as to what you want your covert tattoo to be?” She asks as she leans on the counter while you sign your life away.

“I’m feeling a tulip, just starting with the head & the outline & then slowly creating a beautiful floral piece that goes down my shoulder & back” you say as the droid rushes up to you with a mask which you look at confused “aww ain’t that pretty, floral, he doesn’t often do such feline items but i know his outlining will be fantastic” Peli check over the paperwork & counter signs. “Now as your part of the covert, this is so he doesn’t see your face, as your tattoo will be on the top of your shoulder, once he isn’t facing you, you can remove it, but I’m sure you know the rules about privacy all to well. To me you’re just a happy friendly customer, im happy to see your face, but to him you are part of his creed, be it the first mission like today or your last, so please respect his rules.” You nod, the rules are important, you don’t want to break them even if you aren’t on the base. You slowly put the mask on, it’s black but light & has eye holes so you can see where you are going & Peli leads you into his tattoo room. “Fresh meet Mando” she shouts as she pushes you through the door frame & leaves you in the room alone.

Ornate frogs decorate the top of the walls, guns & weapons take pride of place on the shelves along with several helmets & visors, all damaged. Letters from those whose lives he has made better pinned across the ceiling, which has a huge Mythosaur painted across it, half in silver, the other in dark green. The work bench is tidy, ready to go & so is the bench for you to sit on while he creates his art, except for one little thing. At the end of the bench is this small creature almost child like, sitting there in a brown robe. It’s eating macaroons, but is getting them out of the packet on the snack table & using the force to get them. You make a little gasp noise & the creature turns around & coos at you. “Hello buddy, you okay” you walk across to him & kneel next to him stroking his head which makes him smile & his ears twitch. His hand raises to touch your face as those big eyes look into yours.

“He likes you” comes a gruff voice from behind, one full of sorrow, but also feels a bit lustful. You quickly stand up & turn around. Standing before you is a towering man, wearing black & silver robes, sleeveless so you can see all of his tattoos trailing up & down his arms, his clothing is tight, you can see all of his abs, a chest so well defined. His mercenary boots still worn above his ripped jeans & his outer robe is hodded so it covers part of his face. Big mirror reflective glasses cover his eyes & a bandanna is around his mouth. You can see his necklaces handing outside of him robes too. “Sorry I didn’t mean to disturb him, he’s just a sweet little…” “Womp rat” the man says, “that was my name for him until he joined my clan, I rescued him & now he is mine to teach. His name is Grogu” Grogu responds to his dad. “Hi Grogu, I’m…” but your remember what Peli said “I’m 8944, m1, I’ve yet to be give a proper covert name yet” you smile. The man sighs, seeing that you & Grogu already have a strong connection, & he uses the force to get a macaroon for you to eat as well. “I’m Din” the man finally says after sighing watching Grogu use the force for food.

He picks up Grogu who automatically try’s to start taking off his hood “no buddy, we have guests, you need to go with Aunt Peli okay” Grogu then coos & looks across at you who is still smiling at the child & then looks back at Din & he garbles something, Din then sighs, looks back at you & then Grogu, “maybe, but only time will tell.” Peli then walks in & takes Grogu & the child & I wave at each other goodbye. “Sorry about that, he’s young & gets up to mischief. Please take a seat on the bench.” Din points at the seating bench where the child had just sat, & you wipe a few crumbs away before you sit down.

“So first mission,” Din says as he starts to prepare what he needs to tattoo you. “Congratulations, I’m guessing if the missions keep going well, we will keep seeing each other” Din is smiling behind his bandanna covering his mouth, something about you seems familiar. “Yea first of many, you came highly recommended by Paz, he’s training me” “he’s still going?” Din cackles, “I told him to give it up this year, he has a boy now, he needs to take things a little slower now he has responsibilities, but he always was married to his work” Din sits down on a stool & scoots across the room to you. He’s in line with you & he grabs your hand. For hands that are so large & firm, he makes beautiful find art. He hold yours with both of his.

“Before we start, & I know it’s tradition, but these tattoos aren’t for everyone. Just because it’s what people do, doesn’t mean that it’s for you. I want to make sure that you are aware of that. Do you understand what I am saying” his rough tones to his voice also have a calming influence on you. A soothing manner to this dark mysterious man who kills. “Yes Din I do, I have a small tattoo from back home else where, but I want this” Din then leans over & grabs his sketch book & flicks through a few pages before showing you a small simple tulip outline. “This is what I propose to start with, this way, if you don’t enjoy this you still have a completed tattoo, no one will judge you badly, but you will still have something to show for it” it’s such a simple outline that Din has drawn, but it’s exactly what you want, it’s like he some how knew. “Let’s get to it Din” you say with a smile, you know it will sting, but it will so be worth it.

“Take off your shirt, & your right bra strap. I need you to sit on the bench for me facing away from me” Din lifts up part of the front of the bench, so you can lean on it to keep still while he tattoos you. “Once your face away from me, you can take off your mask, but I need you to keep it close incase I need you to put them on at any moment” “yes Din” you unbutton your green shirt & put it to the side & slide off your right black bra strap. Din then starts to braid your long sleek black hair as you sit down & face away from him, & remove your face mask. “It’s easier if i do this, it makes you more comfortable with me & it also makes sure your hair isn’t in my way” every time Din accidentally touches your skin, it gives you goosebumps, ones of desire, never has just a man’s voice made you feel so much. The damp cloth he uses is cold, enough to numb your skin but not make you over react.

“Ready? Last chance?”Din whispers into your ear softly as you hear the vibrations from the needle. You notice his large over sized glasses are now on the table next to you. The temptation to turn around is huge but you know the rules, it’s not fair on either of you if you do that. “Yes Din I am” you sigh & then you gasp slightly as the needle breaks through the skin & into your flesh. The first few pricks always hurt the most, but after that the sensation of the pain is incredible. Almost soothing despite its sting. “Still good?” Din asks as he dips the needle into more paint. “Keep going.” Your shoulders relax as Din really starts work on your tulip outline.

“So why did you join the covert, you’re not from around here?” Din asks a few minutes into his creations. “I’m from Dantooine” Din stops, for a second as you say that. Clearly he was there as his sigh is very deep, you can feel the sorrow in his tone. “Did you lose anyone?” He asks softly before returning to doing your tattoo. “Not directly, we were lucky, however due to the memories of the revolution my mothers health took a turn, she was stressed & emotionally ruined & never got over it & then…” “you don’t need to say anymore, unless you want to 8944” Din interrupts, clearly hearing your voice strain a little. “What happened was atrocious for both sides, however there is now peace & a government that listens to its people & respects their vote.” “My father & my two younger sisters are still there, helping rebuilding their lives & the planet, but I wanted to contribute more that just that, so I came here to Theed & joined the covert to try & find my clan & place in the galaxy. I used to fly & build speeders back home & organise races which picked up a lot of attention so my skills when I applied to join the covert were really appreciated & that I’d be a valued asset to the team.”

“Was there a moment during the revolution that made you want to leave, or did you hide & were you safe?” Din asks as he starts work on the next petal, admiring how smooth your skin is & how relaxed you are as he creates his art. He slides his hood down as he’s starting to over heat & lowers his bandanna so it’s not across his mouth. If you turned around now his face is uncovered & youd see his big brown eyes & a smile that would make everyone swoon if they were able to see it.

“I had to protect my family & business but I knew I wasn’t ready for war, but there was this moment of vulnerability after my earlier courage, when I saw the silver knight. He wore all his beskar & just glanced at me & all I remember were his words which were*Talent without training…” but as you complete the sentence he says it in unison “…is nothing”. We both pause, the hum of the needle stops & I hear his breath catch.

“Were you from the upper side of the market by the lake?” He asks “yesssss” your reply is drawn out from nerves you’re suddenly very tense. His empty hand cups your chin & positions your face to look at the nearest helmet, the one that’s gleaming, the one that looks like it is ready to be worn at any given second. “I am the silver knight” he finishes & you shiver & start to well up.

“Din you saved us. You single handedly ended the war, you protected so many people, you saw so many atrocities, how can I ever repay you, silver knight I am in your service, I am yours” you pledge your allegiance on the spot to the silver knight. This Mandalorian changed & saved your life & made you a better person & now a man who is capable of doing horrific things, is delicately & softly tattooing your back like he’s just a normal guy. “save your pledge for the covert” Din replies when he returns to his senses, he is having his own moment trying to place you exactly, but he thinks he knows who you truely are. “they need you more than I do” “but the world needs you fighting it’s battles Din, your the best at what you do. What you did for my people, we will always be grateful for” you start rambling again in a nervous energy & Din shhhhs you. “Petal please, calm down, it’s okay, maybe when you come back to the next part of the tattoo we can discuss it a little more. Because I need you to understand something about me…” Din states as he starts work on the top of stem of your tulip “I’m not a good person & I think that mission made me even worse or better, but as long as you have peace & are happy on Dantooine now, then we can save that chat for another day” his tone is husky & his breathing is fast but his hands & crafting as still so delicate that you almost forgot that you were being tattooed. “Yes Mando” you reply. You can’t see him smile behind you but if you could, it would be the biggest smile you’ve seen in years on anyone’s face, he loves it when people call him that.

He asks you about your family & how you are finding the covert & life now you’re here in Theed, which is different from your home world. It’s just simple small talk but you feel each little bit of information you give, you gain more trust with him, it’s like he’s testing to see if you are going to make it or not. He feels comfortable & connected with you as he finalises the last few lines on your stem.

“Right I think we are done but I need you to not freak out at what I’m about to do okay, do you trust me?” Din asks as he puts the needle down “I’ve trusted you with my life Din before, I’m sure this will…. Ahhhhhhh” you’re interrupted as cool water is poured over your fresh tattoo to clean it & it stings & it makes you gasp. “What was that?” You screech. “Water…” “yes I worked that part out Sherlock but why…” “if you’d let me finish…” he tuts & you gasp as a bit more is dabbed onto you this time “water from the living waters of Mandalor, where everything is forgiven & we are re born.” He says calmly. “By going on a mission today you are on your journey, to joining our covert & pledging yourself to this life for a minimum 5 year period. Part of your new life is a rebirth so it’s only right that I should christen your tattoo with some of our water.” This all makes sense now & you appreciate the small gesture from Din. It does make you feel more like you belong to this group of people now, a more spiritual connection.

“I need you to close your eyes for a few minutes while i position you by the mirror so you can see the flower & what I propose to do going forward” Din says & you immediately shut your eyes tight & feel the bench be wheeled slightly ready for you to turn your head so you can see what he’s done. Din looks at you with your eyes shut & he goes to grab his glasses but he sees your bottom lip quiver slightly, from excitement at seeing your new tattoo. His thumb trails across your chin as he turns your head & he watching all the tension rise in your body at his touch. He knows now what Grogu saw in you. Grogu from your stroke of him to Din then holding his child, knows that this is a deeply personal connection & one that he knows he will relish each time your name appears on his list of clients. He wants his hands to flow across your skin more than the ink & for all of a few seconds he think of kissing you to sooth away the past pain that the two of you have. But he is a man of honour & of his creed & covert. He will ask you for your consent whenever he touches you be it for tattooing, kissing or anything further that may blossom between you.

You can feel his fingers as they move your face to the right place. You also notice your face still has nothing on. He’s not covered it. As much as your eyes are shut he can see all your features. Maybe this is a test to see if you dare to look upon the silver knight in all his glory. But you remain strong & keep your eyes shut, scrunching them so you don’t even sneak a little peak. “Open your eyes” Din whispers in your ear. It’s a deep & shallow whisper, making every nerve in your body leap to attention, you had no idea Din was even kneeling next to you. You hear him move & you look back at the mirror facing you. Your Tulips outline is beautiful, crisp & neat, like it was about to be animated by Disney for its next princess story. You are in love with it & you can’t wait to see how far it grows along with you over the next few years. It’s only then you realise Dins hood is up over his head & he’s facing the other way so he can’t see your eyes glistening in delight at your new ink.

“I’m guessing by the silence & gasps you like it” Din states as he put his glasses on & you yourself reach for your face mask “Din this is wonderful, I can’t wait to add to this, I’m looking forward to my next mission to see what you will add next.” You say & then put your face mask on. He glance as you do this & you voice muffles slightly so he turns back around, face covered once again, hood up. Looking all moody & broad. “First tattoos are on the house” he says “just make sure you come back to me for the rest of your flower & I’ll know if you don’t” he chuckles. You roll your eyes at him under your mask. “Din you’re the only man I trust to make this even more beautiful, your hands work magic, thank you”. You say & you put your green shirt back on & Din discusses the after care with you as it’s his job to do so.

“Well thank you very much Din. This has been a day I will never forget” you say as you ready yourself to leave “yea first missions & tattoos are a big step…” “actually…” you interrupt which stops him in his tracks. If you could see his eyes you’d see they were livid that you interrupt him “I met my hero today, you. Without you I wouldn’t be here or know peace for my people so thank you” you walk back towards Din & clutch both his hands as a promise. “When my time comes I will pledge allegiance to your covert” Din is taken a back by this but before he can protest, as you are on your way out saying good bye to Peli, Grogu & her droids.

“Since when are the first tattoos free Mando?” Peli screeches after she watches you ride off on your speeder. “They aren’t, but she’s the reason I’m here, she has no idea who she is, & I want her to just think that she’s normal for a small amount of time” Din says, his hood coming down as he tidied up & then picks up Grogu so he’s back on the bench. “Why who is she?” Peli ask “she the flower that cures all” Din declares. Peli looks confused & then it clicks… “oooh wow no wonder Grogu wanted to come see you both & not stay with me”.

You admire your tattoo when you get back home & take a picture to send to your family. It’s only then that you realise your hair is still braided, from when Din did it at the start. You go to undo it but you don’t, you leave it. While your tattoo heals, this braid will remind you for as long as you have it, about those delicate hands the silver knight has as he looked through your soul & made you at ease. This will be your calming influence going forwards. That the man who was your safety & salvation is now in your life. What you have no idea of is how what you did that day helped shape both your lives as to what they are now.

Chapter 2

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Hi can I be greedy and request another pedro pascal smutt Headcannon. One where his girlfriend visit him on the mandalorian set and gets turned on seeing him in his mandalorian costume. That she needs to have him right then and there. But he has to keep the helmet on (somehow) Thank you again!!!

Enjoy!

Getting down and dirty with Pedro includes:

 -Him knowing that you’re hot and ready to ride the second you see him in the Mandalorian’s costume

 -The two of you trying to be low-key while making your way back to his trailer, the lust rippling through your bodies

 -You stripping down the second you get inside and lock the door

 -“I-I can’t take off the mask” Pedro says, huffing loudly as his length is being massaged by your hand

 -“Even better” you whimper before freeing his thickness from his pants and ordering him to sit on the bed

 -You moaning seconds later as he’s buried deep inside you, you holding tightly onto Pedro’s shoulders while sensually grinding your hips against his

 -His muffled moans and groans turning you on to no end

 -Him holding onto your wide hips while throwing his head back

 -You pouting because his costume stops you from leaving delicate kisses up and down his neck

 -The two of you reaching your highs at the same time minutes later, your bodies shivering while you try to be as quiet as possible

 -You then quickly getting off your lover’s lap and getting dressed again, a smile resting on your face while you start asking Pedro how he likes shooting the series, which he happily answers and lets you know about the whole process

 -Him putting his now soft length back into his pants and zipping it up

 -The two of you sharing a sweet kiss once you’re dressed before making leaving his trailer hand in hand

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