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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 31

Boba Fett + Oral fixation

Finally finishing up kinktober, thank you all for sticking around, hopefully my studies will be less hectic next year.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Boba Fett was a man of action, even now as the ruler of Tatooine, he rarely had much time where he wasn’t doing one thing or another. He may not be running around the galaxy as one of the best bounty hunters out there, but being a ruler still came with many duties.

That was why he enjoyed the days where the sandstorms ran across the desert planet, as no work could be done of those days, and no one would find their way to the palace for an audience. It also meant he got to spend time with you, his lover and companion, his riduur.

You were both busy men, where Boba had retired from bounty hunting, you had not, though you had gone down in time. Nowadays you mainly did it to keep active, and to keep in contact with old allies, or people you owed Boba and you favours, making sure they knew you hadn’t forgotten.

Boba let out a groan as he leaned back against the many pillows you had stacked on your shared bed, both of your armour having been removed a long time ago and placed on their stands near the door. His strong hand ran through your hair where you were settled between his thighs. There was no hurry in what you two were doing, the craving for orgasm wasn’t even weighing on either of you.

There were times you two just needed this after being apart for a while, it made you feel closer in a way. Boba could lay back and flick through different holo-movies he had saved, or holo-novels, stuff that he had had to put off because of his duties. And as he did this, you would lay or kneel comfortably between his thighs, lips wrapped around his cock as it rested heavily on your tongue.

Most times he wouldn’t even be hard, just basking in the comfortable warmth of your mouth as you breathed peacefully, hands resting comfortably on his thick and powerful scarred thighs. At times you would trace the scars on his body, those left by his life as a bounty hunter or from the sarlacc pit.

For a long time, Boba had been self-conscious of those scars, even as you worshipped them with your hungry mouth and tongue and praise fell thick from your lips. He still felt that way at times, but it was less and less these days. Maybe it was old age, or you were just both growing comfortable in the less stressful life you both had stumbled across.

You had always craved things in your mouth, even when you were both young bounty hunters and making names for yourself, back when your relationship was a little more kink based than love. Back then Boba had been your dom and you his sub, and you had followed his rules or been punished. And he had used your need for something in your mouth many times, from his fingers, to his cock, to his blaster, the list went on.

But as you both grew older, especially after you thought he had died to the sarlacc, the old dynamic bled away completely and became fullhearted and deep love. The old roles you played were still used at times, but they only truly came forward in the bedroom. According to your allies you both acted like an old married couple, and truly, you were.

Boba felt you sigh out your nose between his thighs, your form wiggling a bit to get into a more comfortable position. Checking the time, he could see it had been over an hour, and he had worked his way through a good chunk of his novel, so he put his pad away on the side table.

Your awareness bled back into your body little by little as he started petting your hand, his deep rough voice speaking softly to you to get you back into your body. When your eyes met, and Boba could see you were fully aware, he used his careful grip on your hair to pull you off his still soft cock, leading you to crawl up into his arms.

You both fell back against the pillows, pushing a couple of them around to get comfortable as Boba pulls you to his chest, mumbling sweet words in Mando‘a as you laid against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses the top of your head as he pulls the pad back into his hands, flicking through it to find the series you had both gotten interested in. Something old, from before the clone wars, but it had its charm. After he set it to play, he chuckled softly as you pulled his hand close to your mouth, sucking two of his thick fingers into your mouth. There was nothing lewd about the act, it was just another way you two shared your closeness. He rubbed the fingers across your tongue, before letting them brush the back of your throat before going limp, letting you do as you pleased as the show played at a comfortably low volume. There truly was nothing like snowstorm days.

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joelslegalwhre · 1 year

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My Riduur

I put translation for the Mando‘a words at the end, so you don‘t get confused but I also have the link to the dictionary right here

Took me long enough to write this 😮‍💨 Thank god my exam is over (and I stressed for nothing, it was actually really easy), so here you go with my first ever din fic, I hope you like it x

pairing // Din Djarin x fem!reader

word count // 1.6k

summary // Mando didn't like it at all that some boy thought he could get close to his wife. He couldn't show with actions that you were his, the helmet prevented that, but he had his own way to show it.

warnings // jealous Din (let‘s still call him Din okay, thanks), pda, established relationship, lovesick puppy energy, protective!din, allusions to smut, Din and reader speaking Mando’a, me having absolutely no clue about Mando‘a grammar, taking the helmet off if you’re married is okay here, okay? Thanks (did I miss something?)

Masterlist// Mando‘a dictionary I used // my kofi 🩷

It felt strange to be sitting here, in a bar on Mos Eisley, surrounded by all kinds of people, droids, and even a few bounty hunters.

It wasn't the feeling of sitting in a cantina that was weird. No, it was more the feeling of not having to accept a job. You were not here to look for one. In the last months you had almost had no break, and now you could finally lean back a little. The thought, of picking out a nice place with Mando for the three of you for the next few days, pleased you.

But before you did that, you just had to have the ship repaired a bit, after it had taken quite some damage.

Mando was still at Peli Motto's place, busy showing her the ship and checking the price for the repair. You had been looking around the bar ever since he left, hoping he'd be back soon. The jobs of the last weeks had been unique, the wages you had collected for them were easily enough to sit back and relax for a few days, even after getting the razor crest repaired.

You were sitting at a free spot at the bar of the cantina and watched the people and other beings talking to each other. Some argued, some laughed with each other.

You wondered how long it would take for Mando to-

"Hey there, gorgeous." someone sat down next to you, interrupting your thoughts.

You looked at the stranger for a moment, eyeing him. He had to be your age, a few strands of his dark hair fell into his face, and his eyes were not only gleaming with a deep blue, but with an extreme amount of confidence. "I didn't expect to see an angel today." he smirked in a way that almost made you laugh. He didn't lack any confidence, that was for sure.

You drew your brows together, and tilted your head slightly as you looked at him.

"Say, does that work on any woman?"

At his next sentence, you were sure he definitely had a drink too much or just a little too much self-confidence to flirt so shamelessly.

"You're not any woman." he winked.

You raised your eyebrows and nodded with an amused smile. "Oh, is that so?" you chuckled lightly.

"You're here with someone?" he asked, leaning closer. You immediately brought some more space between the two of you again, "I am, actually."

"Well, then where are they?" he asked with a grin that told you he didn't believe you. "Right here." you could hear Mando's deep, modulated voice. Your heart made a little jump when you turned your head and saw him walking straight towards you.

If looks could kill, this wannabe bounty hunter would be six feet underground by now. Mando's jaw had clenched when he saw the stranger talk to you. His jealousy stewing at the mere thought of another man looking at you this way. He’d been ready to stomp up to him and place a good, hard punch right at this fool's flirtatious face.

"Me'bana?" Mando asked, looking at you. His hand naturally found its place on your waist.

"Nothing," you leaned a little closer to him, "Kaysh mirsh solus."

Mando's light, breathy laugh made you almost turn into a puddle. 'He's an idiot.' you'd told him in Mando's native tongue, so the stranger in front of you wouldn't understand.

You had learned it when you started to accompany Mando. He was confused at first, to say at least, as to why you'd wanted to actually learn the language. But you wanted to get to know Mando, that included his native tongue. And besides, it was fun, sitting in the razor crest next to him, Grogu on your lap, learning to speak and read the extraordinary language of your Mandalorian.

"Hey, just so you know," said one started again, "Unalike that tin can there, I can show my face whenever, my lips too." he smirked. His obvious confusion about the two of you speaking in a language he'd never heard but knew must've been Mando'a.

You politely declined his request, slowly getting annoyed. "Thank you very much, but I actually really like the tin can right here."

Mando wanted to kiss you so bad, show you off as his, but he couldn't. That's just how it was, he couldn't take off his helmet. He was proud of his religion, it was part of him. You'd probably wouldn't even let him take it off, even if he tried. That was one of the many reasons he loved you so deeply. You respected his religion, tried to understand and learn about it.

And he could always take it off when the two of you were back in the privacy of the razor crest. He loved the curious look on your face every time he did, as if it was the first time you've seen his face.

But the truth was, that you were enamored with his features, the patchy beard paired with the mustache, his brown eyes and the brown curls… You could just never get enough of him.

Even before you two were married, you always loved to play with the ends of his fluffy hair, whenever it was getting longer once again. It was never much, but enough.

He had other ways to make sure everyone, especially the fool in front of you, knew you belonged to him.

"We need to look for our child." he was well aware that people believed he meant a human child when he referred to Grogu as "child" or "kid".

The look on the boy's face made a smug smile appear on Din's face, carefully hidden by the beskar helmet. He was so satisfied with himself, you could practically feel it spill over, and you didn't even need to see his face for it. You just chuckled quietly.

"Next time," Mando said, "watch who you talk to. My wife is off limits, understand?" his voice cold, almost threatening.

The eyes of the stranger widened, hearing the title.

You took Mando's gloved hand from where it was still firmly placed on your waist, and intertwined your fingers with his.

"C'mon, let's go," you smiled up at your riduur. You turned back around to address the guy, trying to sound nice, "It was nice meeting you."

With that, you left him sitting there, Mando‘s grip on your hand tightening in a protective manner, as you left the cantina.

When you were back at the ship, you could see Grogu fast asleep in his pod, "He's the most adorable thing I've ever seen." you say to Mando, looking at the little being with a look of pure love. Mando‘s heart warmed at the sight of you and Grogu. His little odd family.

"Even more than you getting all jealous of that guy back in the cantina." you grinned at him teasingly.

Mando stepped closer to you, his hands on your hips once again. You slung your arms around his neck.

"I wasn‘t-" but he interrupted himself, he was jealous, so much so that he would've loved to take his blaster out of the holster, even if it was just for show. "I was protecting my aliit." Family. You could barely get your fastening heartbeat under control, no matter how many times he'd say it. "I'm all yours, Din."

"Good." he said, and lowered his head. You could feel the cold beskar of his helmet touch your forehead. A Mandalorian kiss. You loved when he showed you his love that way. You closed your eyes, just soaking up the moment. You couldn‘t see it, but Mando had also closed his eyes, his hands still on your waist, he tried to memorize every little detail about this, about you.

After some time, spent taking the other in, after savoring the intimacy, you could hear a content sigh voice through his modulator.

"I'll look after you, always." His hand wandered to your cheek and cupped it gently. “And trust me,” he huffed, "I won't let anyone flirt with my wife like that, cyar'ika."

You grinned up at him. You couldn't wait to be all alone with him, leaving Grogu in the cockpit to sleep, and kiss him. Oh, how badly you just wanted to give his lips a little peck. You settled for wrapping your arms tightly around his armored middle, pressing yourself against his chest.

Mando's arms around your shoulders, he leaned his helmet against your hair. Even if all you could feel was his armor, it was still him. Your Mandalorian. Your husband. "I love you, mesh'la." the modulator had barely picked it up. He'd whispered it into your hair, like he couldn't believe that you were his. That he had the privilege to be the one to hold you… to love you. And to be loved by you.

"You know," you started smiling at him innocently, „since the baby's asleep, I thought you could show me how much. I mean, just so I know-"

"Haav." he interrupted you, his voice low, "Now." This was no plead, no, a demand. You chuckled and started walking to the makeshift bed you shared with him.

Behind you, you could hear him taking off his helmet, and you could barely hold in your excitement to finally see his face again. You had really missed it, although you've just seen him this morning before getting up. His armor followed next, a second later you could feel his arms wrap themselves around you. "Too many clothes." he whispered into your ear, his voice clear without the modulator. It gave you goosebumps all over your body, "Take them off then.".

Mando‘a translations:

ner = my, mine

riduur = partner, spouse, husband, wife

Me‘bana? = What‘s happening? What happened?

Kaysh mirsh solus = He‘s an idiot (lit. His brain cell is lonely)

cyar‘ika = darling, sweetheart

mesh‘la = beautiful

aliit = clan name, identity, family

haav = bed

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dedalvs · 1 year

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Given the recent third season of the Mandalorian, did you know about Mando‘a as a conlang? Sadly it hasn’t been featured yet, but the script has.

Any thoughts on it?

I'm aware of it. It's a first time conlang; nothing about it very noteworthy. I'm not surprised it's not used in the show, as conlangs don't fare very well in the Star Wars universe. If you're interested, there's a group trying to turn it into a real conlang.

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cawyden · 2 years

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Unpopular TBB head canon(s)

1. TBB don‘t speak Mando‘a

Tech knows it obviously but he and his brothers don’t use it to communicate with each other

2. Hunter has an additional sense to feel electromagnetic frequencies and a heightened awareness but not superior senses in general

So no superior sight, taste, smell, hearing or touch - maybe better considering that their barracks seemed to had a bad smell and they might had to endure longer times without cleaning possibility during missions…

3. the grumpy one of TBB is actually Echo and not Crosshair

Crosshair in TCW seems to be in a good mood several times - he just didn’t have any reason to be happy in TBB show later… :(

To be fair, Echo only seems to be grumpy in tbb show, not before - might be part of his recovering or parenting tbb is taking its toll…

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waiting-for-motivation · 2 years

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aliit

summary: After reuniting with his little foundling, Din has to find the missing half of his clan. But he fears she might reject him just like he did after giving Grogu into the care of the Jedi.

pairings: Din Djarin x Reader, Grogu

warnings: !SPOILERS!, toothrotting fluff, angst, happy ending lol

words: 1383

aliit = family

aay‘han = bittersweet perfect moment of mourning and joy

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

The moment is bittersweet. He would have never imagined returning to this place, to see her again, to feel love return to his broken heart. The Mandalorians helmet moves slowly, from the green trees to the little garden and finally to the home he left so many months ago. There is no word in Basic to describe this moment, but there is one in Mando‘a. What Din is feeling is almost the perfect definition of aay‘han. He feels happy and sad at the same time. This place feels like home, especially with Grogu at his side, but he fears what might happen next when he has to face his cyar‘ika.

The little one at his feet can feel his mother through the force, so he waddles as quick as his short legs allow towards the hut at the edge of the forest. When he notices his father is still standing next to their new shiny ship, he starts babbling and even raises a hand to support his statement further. Din takes a deep breath and shakes his head. ”You have to go alone. She won’t be happy to see me.“

After a sad patu, Grogu continues waddling towards the house. Again and again he turns around to look longingly towards his father, but soon his armored figure disappears behind a hill. No matter how much Grogu wants to see his parents together again, he knows they parted on bad terms. Sooner or later they have to talk, but Grogu prefers a peaceful reunion with his mother figure first.

Finally, he passes through the garden, admiring the various fruits and vegetables, remembering how much he misses the delicious food (Y/n) always made for him. The few stairs in front of the door are hard to climb for the little one, but eventually Grogu starts knocking and scratching at the door. After some time, it reveals a very confused woman, looking around but not finding her visitor.

”Patu”, Grogu whines and raises both his arms, wanting to be held by his mother. (Y/n) widens her eyes and looks down, not believing her eyes. Rather quickly, her eyes well up with tears, and she starts sobbing out of happiness. She falls to her knees and hugs Grogu tightly to her chest. While he hides his face in the crock of her neck, one of his hands holds a strand of her hair tightly.

”I missed you so much, little one”, (Y/n) whimpers. For a very long time, they stay like this, their hearts filled with joy and their eyes with tears. Then (Y/n) realizes Grogu couldn‘t have come alone, so she lets her gaze wander. Hope fills her whole being. Din could have come home to her. But he stays hidden behind that hill. His helmet is laying a few feet away because he threw it away out of frustration. His heart is broken, his mind conflicted. Din loves (Y/n) so much, but he left her when she needed him the most.

”How did you get here?”, (Y/n) asks, but sets this thought aside as Grogu starts babbling and walks into her house. He takes everything in, admires every single detail and soon feels at home. Only one thing is missing: his father. Without him his little family, the clan of three, the aliit isn‘t complete. ”Are you hungry? Why am I even asking? You always are, right little one?”

The next days, (Y/n) cooks every meal Grogus little heart desires, apart from raw frogs of course. They go on little walks after breakfast, picking flowers and enjoying the nature. (Y/n) even shows Grogu how to take care of her garden, although she does all the work while Grogu watches little beetles and butterflies. And when it‘s time to go to bed, (Y/n) reads fairytales to him.

Even though (Y/n) fears that someone will come any moment and take her son away again, she enjoys the time spent with Grogu. Both are happier than they have been in a long time. And yet, there is still one gap that can only be filled by the appearance of the Mandalorian. But Din only watches his family from afar, too afraid to get rejected.

On a sunny day, (Y/n) and Grogu take a longer walk and the child waddles in the direction of his father on purpose. His mother notices the reflection of the ship first, but doesn‘t think much about it. Once they are close enough for her to realize it‘s a strange ship, she picks Grogu up. ”We should head back home. This looks like trouble.” But Grogu only reaches rather determined towards the ship. (Y/n) trusts her adopted son and approaches the ship with a bad feeling.

Under one wing lays a makeshift bed out of old clothes that look rather familiar. The fireplace is cold. No one is in sight. (Y/n) already wants to turn around and return to her home when something bright catches her eye. On top of the messy mattress lays a little metal ball, which (Y/n) remembers rather well. It‘s from the Razor Crest, her previous home she shared with Din Djarin. She sets Grogu down, who waddles towards his favorite toy.

Then there is a silent crackle and Din is standing next to her. (Y/n) believes this is a dream. Din would never return to her, he fell out of love and doesn‘t care about her. One thought fills her whole mind: He is here to take Grogu back, not because of you. Din lets the few pieces of wood fall to the ground and just stares. (Y/n) is as beautiful as the day he left her heartbroken and alone. There are the same tears in her eyes. She has the same painful expression. ”Cyar‘ika.”

”Take him with you. He is your foundling, not mine”, (Y/n) says with an unsteady voice, rather looking at Grogu playing with his ball than towards the armored Mandalorian. Tears stream over her face as she turns her back on the little one and starts walking to her hut, but a strong hand holds her back. Din steps in front of his love, without taking his hand from her, only letting it slide into her palm.

”Please. He needs you. This clan, this family is lost without you, cyar‘ika. We can‘t do this without you. I need you”, Din pleads, and his shaky voice is what breaks (Y/n). She tumbles forward, wraps her arms around the Mandalorian and hides her face in the crock of his neck. His familiar scent fills her nostrils and she feels safe all of a sudden. Still, heartbreaking sobs escape her lips and she tightens her arms around Dins firm form. (Y/n) feels happy and sad at the same time: aay‘han.

The two part, only to lean their foreheads against the other, feeling at home so close to the one they love. All of a sudden, the urge to kiss and shower (Y/n) with the love she deserves overcomes Din and one of his hands reaches for his helmet. There is no hesitation in his movement because although he is by heart still a Mandalorian, he has something better than the covert now. He has a home. He has a family. He has an aliit, where he is loved and accepted the way he is. So he takes off his helmet and for the first time since his childhood, he looks someone directly in the eyes. He looks into the eyes of a beloved person and is almost overwhelmed by the feeling of love.

By now, Grogu has returned to the side of his mother, hugging her leg with his metal ball held close. Both his parents smile down at him, so happy to be reunited as a family. He cooes and tries to hug both his parents legs at the same time. Din looks up to admire the beauty of his cyar‘ika and can‘t hold back any longer. He presses his lips to hers in a messy but lovely kiss. His hands cup both of her cheeks, while she has one in his brown curls. They laugh and cry at the same time.

But now their shared moment isn‘t melancholy anymore. The moment is sweet and soft and so full of love, just like their little aliit.

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jbbuckybarnes · 3 years

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future wife - d.d.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: domestic life, A/N: “Imagine your comfort character proposing to you.”

COMFORT CHARACTER MASTERLIST

You‘d been with Din for over a year now, hitting it off not too long after you met on the green little planet you are from. A little daily routine had developed on the Crest for the days you were in space or simply not hunting down a bounty. You had just put down the little bowl of food next to him in the cockpit, before taking the child and putting him in the sleep compartment with a bit of his favorite meal. Then you went to your sleeping area to eat your part of the meal until you heard a tiny snoring sound from the child‘s compartment.

You grabbed the bowl, put it next to the other dishes you still had to clean and went up to get his dirty bowl to put it there with yours. Instead of seeing him in his pilot seat he stood there next to the several little compartments with mechanical equipment, putting his helmet off. You saw the back of his head and put your hands before your eyes with a gasp. The image of soft curly hair was instantly burned into your mind. „I‘m so sorry, I didn‘t expect you to- I‘m sorry. I didn‘t see anything but your hair, promise.“ You freaked out a little further. You heard metal softly impact on other metal and a chuckle. Everything going to plan for him. „Are you mad at me? Why are you walking around without your helmet? I mean, um, it‘s your ship, but-“ „Could you stop blowing it out of proportion so much, ner mir‘sheb?“ (My smartass) He called you that every now and then. You knew what it meant and that he meant it in the best way possible, so you smiled with your hands still in front of your eyes. „Open your eyes.“ His unmodulated voice urged you softly. „But you‘re not wearing your helmet, you‘d be breaking your-“ „Mesh‘la, I said don‘t blow it out of proportion.“ What the hell was he talking about? He would never be able to wear that thing again if you took just one look at his face. „C‘mon.“ He continued to urge in a soft voice that you could hear the smile in. Your hands left your eyes before they slowly opened. There was a soft man kneeling in front of you and your eyes fell on his held out hand that had a ring in it. You let out an inhumanly loud squeal at what was happening. „Do I look too bad to have you marry me?“ There was a little smile on his face and you looked right back into those brown eyes, yours welling up. „You are the prettiest man I‘ve ever seen, Din.“ You whispered and took his head into your hands. „Is that a yes?“ He asked a little unsure but with a smirk still on his face. „Of course.“ You chuckled and kissed him. You would‘ve never thought that a kiss in the light would taste so different from one in the dark. The ring landed on your finger and you looked up at him, his face in your hands again. „Does that mean you‘ll never be able to wear the helmet again?“ You frowned a little concerned. „No, you‘re family. You‘re allowed to see me. The *no living being* thing is blown a bit out of proportion. Besides, we are kind of our own clan and I make the rules. And the rules are that you can look me in the eyes whenever you want to and we‘re alone.“ He held your head in his hands too and you leaned your foreheads against each other. „I love you, mesh‘la,“ He whispered. „What does that sound like in Mando‘a?“ You smiled and had him chuckle. „Ni kar‘taylir gar darasuum.“ You repeated after him and he chuckled at your slight mispronunciation. „Your eyes are beautiful.“ „Only when they look at you though.“ You both grinned at each other. „Let‘s find a place where they aren‘t hunting us down as fast, yeah?“ He took a step back, hands going down your sides, grabbing your hands. „Y/N Djarin, huh?“ You smirked up at him and saw him get flustered. „Aw, my future husband is still blushing when I say sweet things. I wish I saw that beneath the helmet.“ You went onto your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on his nose. „Every time I looked at you in the beginning, believe me.“ He kissed your knuckles. „Future wife.“ He winked before kissing you on your forehead and pulling you to the cockpit.

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