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The Mandalorian/Din Djarin

The Ambiguous Bet

The Escort

The Missing Glove

The Missing Glove Part Two

The Payment

The Payment Part Two

The Happy Ending

Ending 1: How Much Longer

Ending 2: I Want a Refund

Ending 3: She's Coming With Me

The Botched Mission

The Apology

The Salacious Cantina

The Open Hatch

The Visit

The Visit Part Two

The Visit Part Three

The Strategy

The Bargain (+ Boba Fett)

The Informant

The Warmth

The Prisoner’s Dilemma

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The Prisoner's Dilemma

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: There’s a bounty on your head and the Mandalorian Din Djarin picks you up. Boba Fett informs Din of what he does with bounties like you.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, explicitly non con!! (but reader is into it), fingering, daddy kink, bondage, lots of dirty talk, degradation, exhibitionism kink

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Din has been hunting with Boba Fett ever since the Razor Crest was destroyed; they travel from planet to planet together collecting bounties. While he would prefer to work alone, Din doesn’t mind Boba’s company— the two are very similar people. Both are cold, stoic bounty hunters who don't take shit from anyone.

You struggle and resist when Din picks you up. Sending endless punches and kicks at the Mandalorian trying to cuff you. You attempt to flee but to no avail, your strength is nothing compared to his.

He cuffs your hands behind your back and roughly walks you to the ship, maintaining a firm grip on your upper arm as he drags you alongside him.

The first thing you see upon entering the rusty ship is another man in Mandalorian armor. “Ahh what the fuck? She’s your bounty??” Boba says to Din as he tugs you up the ramp of Slave I.

Both men are fully covered from head to toe in beskar. The one handling you is taller than the other, and has a deeper voice.

“Yeah. Where’s yours?” Din responds casually.

“In carbonate.” Boba says nodding to the chamber. ”Damn. You’re lucky, Djarin.”

“Lucky? The price on her head is the same as your bounty’s.” Din replies.

“I'm not talking about the payout. Look at her, man! She’s yours to take.” Boba says locking his stare on your increasingly confused expression.

“What do you mean?” Din says flatly, looking down at you.

Boba takes a deep breath. “Ohhhhh Din, so innocent.” He laughs. “….You get to fuck her!”

Did…. did he just say what you think he said?

Din scoffs. “You fuck your bounties?”

“Well if they look like her! Shit, how could you not?!” Boba takes a step closer to you. “Damn. I've never seen a bounty as pretty as this one.” He says grabbing your chin and lifting your face up.

You’re standing there silently, still in Din’s grasp with your hands clasped behind your back. Din looks down at you and you turn your wide puppy dog eyes up to meet his gaze, anxious to see what he will do with you.

Boba takes a step away from the two of you. “If you don’t fuck her, I will. I’m not letting a pretty thing like that go to waste on my ship.” He pats Din on the back. “C’mon Djarin, you deserve it pal.” Boba says as he exits the room.

You stand there, almost in shock, waiting for the Mandalorian to do or say something. Part of you suspects all of this talk is just some nonsense to intimidate you.

But then after a moment, he finally speaks. His voice is low and rough, tone firm with a hint of condescension. “Well…..you heard him darling. You want me or Boba? I’ll give you the choice.” Din lightly chuckles.

Your heart drops. He can’t be serious. There’s no way bounty hunters are allowed to fuck the bounties they collect. Then again, why would he not, whose gonna stop him? You’re the criminal.

You’re scared, but not as much as you would expect yourself to be. And that’s because your fear is clouded with arousal. Why aren’t you scared shitless? Perhaps because this is lowkey one of your fantasies? And maybe because you’re also incredibly attracted to this big strong Mandalorian manhandling you. Shit.

“Yo— wait, no please don’t.” You say the last part mechanically.

“You want Fett to fuck you?”

“No!”

“Alright.Then I’ll be fucking you, princess. Consider yourself lucky. Fett would make it all about himself, but I'll see to it that your needs are met as well.” Din says softly as he runs one hand through your hair and grabs your waist with the other.

“What? Wait…. I….I….wait– please.” You say, your body trembling underneath his hold.

Din takes a deep breath. “You’re getting fucked baby, you may as well enjoy it.” He says as he grabs your ass with both hands and practically lifts you up, pressing your body flat against him.

“Ah! No. Just– just let me go…. please!” You plead trying to shake free of his clench, your glassy, scared doe eyes staring right into his visor.

“Ha. Keep struggling, sweetheart.” Din pushes his helmet right against your ear as he tightens his grip on your ass. “Just turns me on more.” He whispers in your ear.

“Mmph!” You squeal out, shaking your shoulders as he spins you around and pushes your torso down, bending you over a table.

One of his hands is on the back of your neck, forcing you down on the metal surface. The other is on your waist, right near your cuffed hands. Your ass is waggling in the air as you try to resist his advances and rid yourself of his grabby hands.

You can barely move, however, under his sedulous grip. He shoves your pants down, leaving you bent over the table with your ass in the air in nothing but the unfortunately racy thong you’re wearing.

Your whole body shudders as you feel two of his thick fingers trace your clothed folds.

“Hahahahahahaha…..” Din maniacally laughs as he feels your gooey wetness through the fabric. “Nowwwww I see. Now I get it. You fuckin like this, you little slut.” He growls in your ear. “Pfft. I was gonna say, the fight you’re putting up is pathetic, but now I see why.”

Din isn’t wrong. He has seen you actually struggle and resist when he was capturing you, and the weak shaking of your shoulders and your little pouting is clearly not everything you have.

“Damn, I’ll give it to ya princess, you had me fooled for a while.” Din coos as he grinds his unbelievably large bulge against your ass.

“N-no! I don’t want this!” You contend. Your jolting only serves to make him shove you against the table harder, essentially inhibiting all your movements.

“Baby girl, your pussy is fucking sopping wet, drop the act.” Din scoffs. “You are literally leaking through these panties.” He says as he slips his long thick finger underneath your soaked underwear, running it along your slick. Your whole body shutters under his touch as pressure darts in your core.

“I—”

“Tell me, pretty girl.” Din interrupts. “Have you ever had a cock as big as mine?”

He loosens his grip on your neck, allowing you to crane your neck and look back at the monster cock he is rubbing up and down your glazed valley.

“Fuck.” You whisper to yourself, unsure how he is going to fit in you.

Din slaps your ass. “Answer me.” He commands in a deep tone.

“Ah!” You cry. “No. N-never.”

“Yeah?” Din purrs right before he shoves his entire length into you.

You scream out. “Ah!!” Never have you been opened so much before. He lets his cock sit in you a moment once it’s fully engulfed, leaving you stuffed to the brim with his member.

“Holy shit.” Din breathes out. “Oh fuck yes, this is some good pussy.”

With that he starts rocking his hips back and forth, driving his massive girth into you each time. Your mouth falls open as disgusting moans fall out of your throat. His grip still harsh around your neck as he holds you down hard, pushing his hips against yours and delivering you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt.

“Ha. Knew it.” You hear Din chortle behind you.

You open your eyes and realize that you are pushing your hips back into his, trying to pound him even harder into your G-spot. You curse at yourself for being this brazen with your actions and not hiding your pleasure and yearning better. At this point, you know you’re not fooling him, but you’re not ready to completely give in.

“Now— now that my cock’s in you, you gonna finally behave? Be a— a good girl for me, huh? You little whore.” Din pants as he plows into your hole.

Your cheek is pressed hard against the table and you bite your bottom lip, trying to muffle your lewd moans as you squeeze your eyes shut.

Din chuckles at your pathetic attempt to remain silent. “Don’t respond and I won’t let you cum. Which— well…. you don’t even want to cum, right? Cuz— cuz you don’t want this, right?”

Your eyes shoot open. “Wait….N-no! Ple– please!!!” You cry, turning your head to look back at him.

“Mmmf, please what?” Din growls.

“Please….ah— please let me cum!” You finally relent.

“Ahhhhhh there it is. Keep beggin’, baby. You’re gonna have to earn it after being such a naughty little bitch.” He remarks as he moves both hands to your hips and pulls you into him each time he drives into you.

“Please! Please let me c-cum daddy!” You cry. “I wanna cum so badly, I wanna— wanna cum all over your cock. Please, please daddy!”

“That’s it. Look at you being so obedient now. Ha. Looks like I've fucked the good girl right into ya.” He says, slowing down his thrusts. Din bends over so that his helmet is right against the side of your head and whispers in your ear. “You like playing an innocent little brat don’t you? Pretending tha— that you don’t want to get fucked. But you’re such a dirty fuckin slut, you just couldn’t resist my big dick could ya? You— you’re just too fuckin desperate to get your tight little hole stuffed full of cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-yes! Fuck! Your cock hits me— hits me so deep! S-stretches me out so good!” You whine out as he thrusts into you.

Din spanks your ass again, sending a fresh wave of arousal to your core and making your cunt clench around him.

“Oof. I felt that. Ya like being spanked too? Fuck. You are a whore.” Din chuckles.

Your moans have turned into downright vulgar screams that you have no control over. He’s pounding into you so hard that your vision has gone blurry from the tears falling out of your eyes.

“Gah. You look so f-fuckin pretty when you cry baby.” Din mutters.

You hear a bang at the door and panic momentarily.

“Goodness, Djarin! It sounds like you're torturing her in there.” You hear Boba yell on the other side of the wall.

“Nahhh, I’m taking good care of her, isn’t that right sweetheart?” Din calls out, leaning over to your face.

“Y-yes!” You scream in response.

Din then grabs your shirt and for a moment tries to pull it over your head. Upon realizing that your cuffed hands pose an obstacle, he rips it right off your body, causing you to jump a bit.

“Come see for yourself, pal.” Din offers to Boba after discarding the ripped fabric on the floor.

The door slides open and Boba is met with the crude scene of you bent over a table, completely naked with your hands cuffed behind your back, mouth open wide with tears rolling down your face, and Din standing behind you, holding your hips tightly while plowing into you.

Boba stands in amazement. “…Holy fuck.”

“Say hi to Boba, pretty girl.” Din orders.

“H-hi sir.” You manage to spit out, lifting your head slightly.

“Shit. You hit the jackpot, Djarin. How’d you get this little one to submit?”

“Ohh, she wasn’t hard to tame. Ah— Needy whores like her never are.” Din responds while continuing to drive into you.

“Well, bye princess.” Boba says looking straight into your watering eyes. “Be good now. Din can get mean if he doesn’t get his way.” He remarks before existing.

When the door closes, Din yanks you up by your hair, spins you around, and lifts you onto the table. You’re sitting straight up on the table with your hands still clasped behind your back, a fully clothed Din standing between your legs, holding your trembling thighs wide open as he sinks his length back into you. You instinctively wrap your legs around him.

He grabs a rough hold of your face, hooking his thumb in your agape mouth while the rest of his long hand wraps around your head, forcing your watering eyes to look right at him as he pounds up into you. Strands of your hair stick to your sweaty face as you’re unable to brush them away.

His other hand trails down your sweating skin to your clit and starts drawing tiny circles on it. You wish you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tight to him as he drives you over the edge.

“Alright, pretty girl, cum for me. Show me what you’ve got, baby, come on.” Din encourages, swiping his thumb over your swollen clit.

Your cuffed hands are in tight white fists with your nails digging into your palms. Your whole body tenses up and your back arches as you squeal out. Din’s grasp on your face stops your head from falling back as your orgasm shatters through your body.

Din is hardly pulling his length out of you while thrusting fast and deep inside of you, feeling your cunt flutter on his cock makes him moan and you can tell he’s going to cum soon.

Just then he lifts you off the table and shoves your head down. “On your knees and open wide, I’m gonna cum in that pathetic pretty mouth.” Din breathes out as he rapidly strokes his cock over your face.

You sit up tall on your knees and open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him with wide watery eyes. Din grunts as he grabs a hold of your hair and tilts your head up, positioning his cock right over your quivering mouth. Warm streams on white cum shoot from his length and fall on your lips and tongue. He keeps pumping it as he sprays the rest of your face with his seed.

“Damn baby, I thought you were hot before, but you look even better on your knees with your face covered in cum, sweat, and tears.” Din remarks while putting his softening member in his pants.

You slowly rise from the ground, your legs shake and almost give out as you bring your self to your feet. You’re panting and strands of your hair are stuck to your gooey face, as your cuffed hands prevent you from wiping your face.

You stand there awkwardly and silent, naked and disgusting as Din buckles his belt.

“Your pussy is so fucking good. I think I'm gonna have to keep you.”

“W-wait, what?”

“Yeah. I can't turn you in. Can't let a cunt like yours go to waste.”

“Bu— but then you won’t get paid.”

“Oh, having you around to fuck at my leisure is worth way more than the bounty on your head sweetheart.”

You gulp. “I thought—”

“Come on princess.” Din interrupts. “You can either stay with me, or go rot in jail. What’ll it be?

“But I— I….” You have completely forgotten about the foul fate that awaited you. You haven’t had time to think about what would happen once you were turned over. You have no idea of what life is like in a New Republic prison, nor did you have any knowledge how long you would be incarcerated.

“....I wanna stay with you.” You say softly looking down at your feet.

“That's what I thought.” Din says walking up to you. “Get yourself cleaned up baby girl.” He spins your nude body around and unlocks your hand cuffs, nodding in the direction of the fresher. “I’m going on a supply run and then it’s my turn on the flight deck. And my cock could use some warming while I pilot the ship.”

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The Warmth

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: After Mando crashes the ship on a freezing planet, your shivering and chattering teeth threaten to keep Mando and his colleague up all night, so Mando is moved to use his body heat to warm you up.

Warnings: Smut, fingering, semi-public sex, dirty talk

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You’ve been Mando’s mechanic for a few months and this is the first time he’s ever done a bounty hunt with a partner. He’s a young man, close to your age and he’s new to the profession, so he sought out Mando (and his carbonite chamber) to help him catch a particularly difficult bounty.

You thought it was nice that Mando agreed to help this kid capture a quarry. Your positive attitude toward the situation was short-lived, however, after you actually met him.

You spent all day with him today, and he exposed himself to be a smug, arrogant asshole whom you cannot wait to see off. You bicker with him more than you do with Mando, which is saying something. Although you secretly enjoy your squabbles with Mando, the same is certainly not true with this guy.

To make matters worse, he and Mando crashed the Razor Crest on an ice-covered planet while fleeing a New Republic patrol ship. And the three of you are now stranded on this freezing sphere until the morning when you and Mando can fix the ship.

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The ship is freezing. You and Mando are on your tiny beds in the Crest’s sleeping quarters, and the annoying tag-along is on a pull-out cot at the end of the room. Each of you are clinging to your skratchy thin blankets, trying to keep warm and fall asleep.

You’re shivering like never before. The pjs you’re wearing are the ones you packed for the hot desert planet on which you were supposed to be spending the night. That is to say, your tiny silk pj set doesn’t cover much.

Your teeth are chattering like crazy; your jaw mechanically trembling and loudly, vibrating your teeth against each other.

“Ughhhh!” The guy says as he sits up in his bed and looks back at Mando.

Mando looks at him while gets up on his elbows and exhales. ”Y/n, can you stop? We’re not gonna be able to get any sleep with your chattering.” Mando says.

“D-do you t-think I’m d-d-doing th-this intentionally?” You respond.

“Maybe if you were wearing more clothes…” The guy mutters.

“S-sorry, but I w-wasn’t planning on y-you and Mando crashing the f-fucking sh-ship on this freezing f-fucking planet.”

“Fuck.” Mando utters as he gets up from his bed, taking his blanket with him. “Scoot over.” He demands approaching your bed.

“W-why?” You ask.

“I’m gonna use my body heat and this extra blanket to warm you up. It’s gonna be a pain in the ass if I have to deal with you getting frostbite.” Mando states sharply.

Your bed is against the wall and you’re lying on your side facing it, with your knees up almost at your chest. You scoot closer to the wall so that your legs are a little over an inch away. Mando splays his blanket on top of you before sliding behind you under the two blankets.

You’re a bit surprised that Mando is willing to do this for you. You can’t recall a time that he touched you when he wasn’t grabbing your arm when you were slipping or unintentionally bumping into you in the cockpit.

Mando slides in right behind your body, almost spooning you, and sets his head down on your pillow.

While pulling the blanket up, your head jerks back and bonks Mando’s helmet. “Ow, Mando, your helmet.” You say.

“Y/n!” The boy says angrily. “Just deal with it so we can fucking go to sleep!”

“Shut the fuck up.” You say, sitting up in your bed and looking back at him.

“Everyone shut the fuck up.” Mando barks. “It’s dark enough that I can take my helmet off for the time being. Okay?”

“Spoiled brat always gets her way.” The kid remarks.

“I will kill you.” You bite.

“Ha! I’d like to see you try princess.”

“Both of you shut up.” Mando orders in a deep serious voice as he pulls his helmet off.

He returns his head to your pillow, positioning it almost in the crook of your neck, and his warm breath sends a stroke of heat down your spine.

Your skin is ice cold to the touch, the opposite of Mando’s. With his large, soft hand, he rapidly rubs your arm in attempts to warm your goosebump-covered skin.

You stretch your legs out and he puts one of his legs over yours to warm them. He then moves his hand to your lower thigh and rapidly moves his hand up and down again to try and rid your goosebumps.

You know that Mando is not trying to touch you in any sexual way. His sole purpose is to warm you up so that your teeth will stop chattering and everyone can get some much needed sleep: to share his body heat with you. But you can’t help getting turned on.

His muscular leg is wrapped around yours, weighing you down. He’s breathing heavily in your ear while his hand rubs your thigh. And your body is wrapped in his, your ass right against his crotch. You can feel your panties dampen.

“Fuck how are you so warm?” You whisper, breathing heavily.

Mando doesn’t respond. After feeling like he sufficiently warmed up your leg, Mando moves his hand to rest on his own leg and go to sleep.

But you don’t want him to stop. You want his hand back on your body, partially because it’s so warm, and you are trying not to think about the other reason.

You daringly grab his hand and slowly move it to your stomach under your loose silk tank top— where your skin is sure enough ice cold— and start running it across your tummy. Mando gets the hint and starts mechanically rubbing his large warm hand up and down your stomach.

Your pussy pulses as his knuckles graze the underside of your boob. You let out a faint, high-pitched whimper as you push your butt into his groin, trying to test the waters.

Mando grunts. “Fuck.” He says under his breath as his hand stops moving.

Mando slowly drags his palm up your waist and you put your hand on top of his as it retreats.

“P-please keep touching me, your hands are so warm.” You whisper.

Mando’s hand doesn’t move and he doesn’t say anything, filling your body with nerves as you instantly regret saying that.

After a long, dreadful pause, Mando scoots his body forward, pushing himself into you. “Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquires in a whispered, raspy voice, right in your ear.

“All over.” You whisper hesitantly. “I– I’m cold everywhere.

“Yeah?” Mando murmurs as he moves his hand back down to your thigh. He strokes it, but much slower than before, caressing your soft skin with his thumb.

“What about here?” He mutters in your ear as he slowly inches his fingers inward and up your thigh.

“Yes.” You breathe out as arousal shoots to your pussy. You squeeze your lips together to try and prevent any moans from escaping as his hand creeps closer and closer to your cunt.

Mando moves his digits up into your short loose shorts and stops them right below your pussy. “You want me to keep going baby?” He whispers into your ear with his lips grazing your earlobe.

Baby. Your cunt pulsates when Mando calls you that. Never in a million years would you ever have imagined that Mando would call you baby.

“Please.” You whimper.

Mando’s fingers make contact with your wet folds as his other hand wraps around your neck and settles gently on your throat. He lifts his thigh off of yours so you’re able to open your legs slightly and let his hand in.

You feel Mando smile against your neck. “No panties, huh?” He lightly chuckles. “Fuck. You’re so wet.”

You can’t believe Mando is talking to you like this. You can’t believe your employer’s fingers are in your cunt. He is slowly circling your clit with two digits and your mouth falls ajar.

You inadvertently squeak out. “Ahh—”

“Shhhhh gotta keep quiet, okay?” Mando whispers in your ear as he picks up the pace on your bud. You bite your bottom lip and try your best to stay silent.

The guy’s not close enough to hear the whispers you and Mando are exchanging, but he’s certainly within earshot of some things.

Mando moves his thumb to your bud while his other fingers tease your entrance. He slowly pushes his long thick middle finger into your hole. You bite down firmly on your lip as your back arches, driving your butt harder against his stiffening member.

“You like that baby? Mando mumbles as his grip on your throat tightens.

You nod your head, trying to make as little noise as possible, breathing heavily through your nose.

Mando’s soft plump lips wander your neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking on your tender skin. He slowly starts pumping his finger in and out of your hole, gradually pulling it all the way out before pushing it back in.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He spits as he grinds his bulge into your ass. Mando’s breathing picks up as his heavy panting in your ear lights a fire in your core.

“Y/n.” Mando breathes in your ear. “Let– let me put my cock in you.”

You nod your head as much as you can with his firm grip on your throat and his face in your neck. Mando removes his fingers from your cunt and you feel him pull out his hardened member.

“Pull your shorts down, will ya?” He whispers tugging at the hem of your pants.

You pull your pjs off your legs and Mando lines his dick up with your entrance. You feel his precum smother against your folds as he slowly begins to push his cock into your hole.

You can’t believe that Mando— your boss essentially— is fucking you. You would have never guessed that this is something Mando would do; that this stoic, no-nonsense Mandalorian would fuck you on his broken down ship just a few meters away from his associate.

You feel overly full of his cock as he finally bottoms out and it’s taking everything in you not to moan. Mando grunts and he starts thrusting into you as his hand wanders up to squeeze and knead your tits.

The two of you are deep under the covers, facing the wall with Mando spooning you. He’s holding your body flush against him as he thrusts into you.

Your mouth is wide open and you’re breathing heavily. His fingers creep up from your throat and find their way to your lips.

“Suck on my fingers.” Mando commands in your ear as he dips two digits into your mouth to silence your heavy breathing.

You do as you're told, sucking his fingers as his cock rams into you over and over again.

Mando grabs your leg and hooks his arm around it, providing him an even better angle to drive into and hitting your G-spot with each thrust.

You try your best to keep your lips sealed around his fingers as drool escapes the corners of your mouth. But your jaw falls open after one particularly hard drive.

“Mmahhhh!” You accidentally squeal out.

Mando withdraws his fingers and slaps his palm over your mouth, muffling the moans that you can barely control. “Shhhhhh, you gotta be quiet.” Mando whispers through his grunts. “....Unless you want him to hear.”

Those words send a pounding force to your pussy as he continues to ram into you with his large hand planted over your mouth.

“You want him to know I’m fucking you baby?” Mando exhales into your ear. “Want him to think you’re a slut?”

Even if his hand wasn’t covering your mouth you wouldn’t be able to respond. His other hand finds its way to your clit and you feel your entire body begin to tense.

“You’re gonna cum aren’t ya?” Mando says.

You shake your head while your toes curl up, squealing under his palm.

“Ughn. That's it. Good girl.”

Just then your orgasm rushes through your body, your cunt fluttering and pulsating on Mando’s length while your body spasms.

“Fuck. I can feel you clenching down on my cock. You’re so tight.” Mando breaths out, moving his hand up flat against your stomach.

“Shit. I’m gonna bust soon baby.”

You pull Mando’s fingers down from your lips.

“Ins-side me.” You manage to choke out.

“Yeah?” Mando says moving his hand down to your throat and gripping it tightly as his pace and force become unbelievable.

You plant your own hand over your mouth because you can tell that Mando can’t focus on quieting you anymore; and all he cares about is ramming into you as hard as possible.

Mando’s grunts and pants in your ear become louder, and he drags his mouth down to your shoulder, biting on your now sweaty skin to suppress his moans.

Mando exhales sharply and you feel his warm juices coat your insides. Mando’s grip on you loosens and you let your hand drop from your mouth as you both lie there, catching your breath.

“Fuck. Why haven’t we done this before?” Mando whispers as he pulls his softening member out of you.

“Because you’re so intimidating and unapproachable.” You quip.

“Yeah? That why you practically dragged my fingers into your cunt? Huh, little girl? Mando counters, wrapping his arm around you.

“How else was I gonna get your cock in me?” You tease.

“Aww you could have just asked me, princess. I would never turn down the opportunity to get between these pretty legs of yours.” Mando replies, rubbing his thumb up your bare thigh.

You lightly chuckle as you pull your shorts up your legs, but Mando’s hand stops you. He growls in your ear. “Keep these off.” Mando mutters, closing his eyes.

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The kid’s annoying ass doesn’t say a word the next morning while you and Mando tend to the ship.

“I wonder if he heard us last night.” You lean over and whisper to Mando, noticing how awkward and uncomfortable the guy looks.

“He definitely heard us.” Mando responds casually without looking up from his tools.

You turn your gaze to Mando. “You think?”

“Yeah. Did you not hear the bed slamming against the wall?”

“….No. It was??”

All you could hear last night was Mando’s deep sexy voice breathing and grunting in your ear. But now that you think about it, it totally makes sense. Not only is your bed really squeaky, but the head of the frame knocks against the wall almost every time you move.

“Yeah, fairly loudly.”

“Shit. Why didn’t you stop?”

Mando scoffs. “I don’t really give a fuck who’s in the room— if you ask me to fuck you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He puts down his tool and looks directly at the boy. “Besides, maybe now he’ll think twice about being a smart-ass to you, princess.”

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LOOK at the BABY’S SMILE! Is there anything that warms my heart more?? No.

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The Informant

The Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 7.5k

Summary: You’re the most beautiful bounty that Mando has ever captured. Your boyfriend is a wealthy crime-boss, and you strike a deal with Greef Karga and Mando to operate as an informant and spy on your boyfriend in exchange for immunity. Your boyfriend’s penthouse is bugged, and Mando can’t help himself when he sees something he’s not supposed to while monitoring footage from the hidden camera in your boyfriend’s bedroom.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, dubious consent, oral (f recieving), dirtly talk, blind fold usage, voyerism (via hidden camera), masterbation, sir/boss kink, mentions of injury and blood, alcohol consumption

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Masterlist

There’s been a bounty on your head for a few weeks now, but you’ve managed to evade all of the hunters who have come after you. Your boyfriend is the head of an organized crime consortium based out of Coruscant, and you assume the newly placed bounty has to do with your aiding and abetting in the affairs. You don’t actually partake in any of it, but you’re well aware of the illegality of your boyfriend's actions.

Because of this, you’ve been on fairly high alert recently, and have been good about taking precautions to prevent yourself from getting picked up. But tonight, you let yourself slip.

You’re at a fancy cantina with your friends and are getting tipsy off of the spotchka. The music is loud, everyone is dancing and having a good time. You’re standing by a booth, talking to a group of your friends.

You scan the rest of the cantina to see if there is anyone more interesting to talk to. That's when you see him, standing in the doorway. A Mandalorian— i.e., a bounty hunter. Your heart drops and you can no longer hear the music as you stare at the beskar covered man staring back at you. Your drink falls out of your hand onto the ground, startling you back to reality. You bolt.

You run to the cantina’s back exit and dart into the alley. How could you be so careless?? You should not have been at such a public place where anyone could walk in and find you!!

The Mandalorian sprints after you, everyone in the cantina standing frozen and watching him run. You make your way to the street, running as fast as you can. You look back and the Mandalorian is pretty close behind you. You turn into another alley to try and lose him, but trip and face-plant on the ground. Fuck.

Instant pain rushes to your ankle as blood runs down your leg. Tears begin to collect in your eyes as the sprain of and cut on your ankle fill you with ache. You sit up and grab your bloody ankle as you hear the Mandalorian’s footsteps approaching behind you.

He holds a blaster up to the back of your head. “Get up.” The Mandalorian says in a deep commanding voice. He watches your head slowly turn around, and sees that your face is filled with tears and your bottom lip is quivering. Your leg and palms are bloody and your hands are shaking, probably from both the pain and fear.

The Mandalorian lets out a sigh and puts his blaster in his holster. “Here.” He says offering his hand to you. You take it and he helps pull you up. “Let’s go.” He says impatiently.

You try to take a step forward and fall to the ground again, your ankle completely unable to hold any weight.

“Shit.” The Mandalorian says under his breath. He crouches down and picks you up back onto your feet. He wraps one hand around your waist to help you walk. You try your best to stifle your crying.

Mando almost feels bad for you. The chase was pathetically short, and you sprained your ankle trying to flee his capture. You’re also….you’re also just so pretty. Your puppy dog eyes are filled with tears and your hands are covered in blood; he can tell that you’re in pain and it kind of breaks his heart.

The two of you walk for about ten feet with Mando’s arm around you while you limp. Mando lets out a sharp exhale and abruptly stops. “This is gonna take too long.” He says as he swings his arm under your legs and swoops you off your feet.

You feel pathetic and embarrassed— the bounty hunter who caught you has to carry you to this ship, and you can tell that he’s super annoyed by it. He walks with you in his arms for about ten minutes in silence; you still have yet to say a word to him. The quiet between the two of you is so awkward.

“....So, is there anything I can do for you to let me go?” You say quietly and hesitantly. You already know the answer, but you honestly just want to fill the deafening silence.

“No.” He answers shortly.

After another ten minutes of walking, you arrive at his ship. The hatch opens slowly and Greef Karga stands tall in the doorway with his hands on his hips. You know of Karga, you know that he’s the one who has sent all the bounty hunters after you.

“Mando!” He says with a slight smile. “Do you carry all your bounties like they’re your bride?” He asks jokingly.

“She sprained her ankle.” Mando responds flatly as he carries you up the ramp.

He sets you down on a box and lifts your leg to prop it up on another box.

“Well, y/n, it only took five bounty hunters to catch ya.” Karga says to you. “Don’t know why I didn’t just send Mando here from the beginning.” He chuckles, patting Mando on the back. Mando doesn’t respond.

“Why are you here, Greef?” You say looking at Karga, cheeks still stained with tears.

“I’m here because I wanted to let you know that you have options, y/n.” Karga responds bluntly. “We know you have valuable intel into your boyfriend’s operations, and I can get your sentence reduced significantly if you help us out.”

The blood on your hands and leg has dried and you can feel your ankle beginning to swell.

Karga takes a deep breath. “So I’m gonna let Mando here question you.” Karga says putting a hand on Mando’s shoulder. Mando’s head turns quickly from you to Karga, making it pretty clear that he wasn’t expecting that. “Does that sound good to everyone?” Karga asks, exchanging looks with both you and Mando.

“Sure.” Mando’s modulated voice responds.

“Great.” Karga says before exiting the ship.

Mando closes the hatch and you look up at him. “Since when do bounty hunters carry out investigations?” You ask

“I’m not conducting an investigation.” Mando reponds. “You’re telling me the details of your boyfriend’s embezzlement and the locations of his operation’s top brass.”

You cross your arms and look at Mando with a straight face. “I don’t know any of that.”

“Bullshit. Come on, there’s no point in protecting your little boyfriend now.”

“I’m not protecting him.” You say sincerely. “I really don’t know any of that. My boyfriend lives in the penthouse at the Tower Plaza. That’s all I know.”

Mando exhales. “This would be a lot easier for the both of us if you just told–”

“What would I gain from keeping tabs on his convoluted dealings?” You interrupt. “He makes a shit load of money, that’s all I've ever cared about. I don’t know any of the details you're looking for. If I did, I’d tell you.”

Mando crosses his arms and takes a deep breath while leaning against the wall. “You’re really not trying to protect him then, huh?”

“No.” You say rubbing your sprained ankle. “He’s an asshole. Now that I’m going to jail, I don’t need to rely on him.”

Your boyfriend literally finances your entire life. And it is a lavish life. Your nice skyrise apartment is in his name, and every dime you spend is his. But your reasons for being with him begin and end with his money. He’s a shitty boyfriend and has never treated you right.

“Okay.” Mando says. “I have an idea.”

*********************************

You, Mando, and Karga make a deal. You are going to operate as an informant and gather as much information as possible while hanging around with your boyfriend in exchange for immunity.

With your help, Karga was able to instal hidden cameras all over your boyfriend’s penthouse, which is where your boyfriend often meets with other high ranking officials of his crime organization to discuss business.

The Razor Crest, which is parked in a hidden hanger lot, acts as the base of operation. Live feed of the cameras in your boyfriend’s place is streamed to screens in the Crest which Mando will watch to gather intel.

*********************************

You feel a little uneasy on the elevator ride up to your boyfriend’s compound knowing that Mando could be watching you. But you figure that once he sees that nothing notable is going on, he’ll stop watching.

“Babyyy! Come here.” Your boyfriend says walking up to you in the foyer. He pulls you in for a long kiss. “Thank Gods you were able to escape that bounty hunter.” He says caressing your cheek. “I thought I had lost you.”

Before you can say a word, your boyfriend is dragging you to his room while sloppily making out with you. He’s quick to take off his shirt and then begins unbuttoning your top.

“Wait.” You say placing your hand on his.

“What?” He asks.

You look up to the corner of his large bedroom where there’s a hidden camera installed, and look directly into the lens. The risk that Mando is watching fills you with discomfort. However, you know you have to play it cool, and you don’t have a logical reason to not proceed.

“N-nothing.” You say, planting your lips back on his while he undresses you.

*********************************

You don’t know why, but you stare into the camera as it’s happening. Staring directly into the lense in the corner of the room, laying naked under your boyfriend while he jackhammers you.

You’re letting out some breathy moans that are mostly exaggerated as your eyes are locked to the camera, hoping, praying that nobody is on the other end watching.

*********************************

Mando leans back in his seat on the Crest. He knows he should turn off the monitor. Or at least cut the sound. But he can’t. His brain is telling him to get up and walk to the other room, but he won’t, his eyes are glued to the screen.

Mando feels his arousal grow as he watches your boyfriend strip you down and throw you onto the bed.

He can’t believe what he’s watching, what he’s listening to. There you are, so pretty, so sexy, so perfect, laying there getting fucked by your pathetic boyfriend.

Mando stretches his legs out and begins palming his growing bulge over his pants. You’re looking directly at him. The two of you are staring at each other through the screen.

Mando feels his erection stiffen as he watches you get fucked. Holy shit….he needs to fuck you. He needs to fuck you so bad. He needs to make you scream and cry. He needs to make you cum. He needs to show you how a real man fucks.

Seeing you naked, your head moving up and down on the pillow with each thrust. It’s so fucking hot. But your stupid boyfriend is laying on you, covering your beautiful body.

Ah! Fuck yes. Doggie style. You get on all fours, giving Mando the perfect view of you. Your ass high in the air, your tits hanging down. Seeing you in this position is enough to make him cum.

Mando slowly removes his hardening cock and starts pumping his length. He’s staring into your eyes as your body is propelled forward with each thrust, tits swinging and ass jiggling as you stare back at him with your mouth hanging open. You let out a small moan with each thrust and it makes Mando so hard.

He can tell you’re not enjoying yourself. He can tell you’re waiting for it to end.

Mando watches as your boyfriend pulls out of you and spews his cum on your ass.

Fuck.

*********************************

A few hours later, you walk into the Crest for your nightly debriefing.

“Hey.” You say to Mando, who is sitting in front of the screens.

“Hi.” He responds flatly.

“So did you learn anything?” You ask him, leaning against the wall beside him. You were only at your boyfriend’s place for a little while, and have nothing to report. But you know he met with some buddies of his shortly after you left back to your place a few floors down.

Mando takes a deep breath. “Not really, nothing I didn’t already know. But I was able to confirm a lot of my conjectures. Ya know, who his right hand man is, the number of credits he’s moving, the fact that he can’t make you cum.”

Your head shoots up. “What!?”

“What…?”

“You watched?!” You can’t believe that what you thought was an irrational fear actually happened. You’ve never felt this kind of embarrassment before.

Din chuckles and leans back in his seat. “Yeah I watched. And I will say, ha, you’re not as good an actress as I thought you’d be, I mean, you didn’t even try to fake an orgasm.”

“What the fuck you pervert!?”

“Hey, don’t act like you didn’t know I would be watching the footage.” Mando says, crossing his arms.

“You didn’t need to watch us fuck! Obviously you weren’t going to gain any intel from viewing that interaction!” You argue. You’re humiliated beyond belief and you can feel the red heat on your face.

“That’s not true.” Mando responds casually. “I learned that he has a small cock and only lasts about two minutes.”

“Uck you’re such a creep.” Honestly, you’re more embarrassed by the fact he watched you than mad by it.

“What did you want me to do, watch you strip naked and then look away? Are you crazy?”

You roll your eyes and look away from him, trying to hide your flushed cheeks.

Mando takes a deep breath. “Listen, y/n, I’m sorry—”

“—You should be.” You snap

Mando chuckles. “….I’m not sorry for watching you, sweetheart. I’m sorry that your boyfriend fucks you like that. You deserve better.”

“I deserve better? You were about to throw me in jail the other day!” You contend.

“Oh, well, not before giving you a good fuck, pretty girl. Your drop off point was Nevarro, a good few hours flight from here. What did you think I was going to do with you during that time?”

You look up at him, unsure if he’s being serious or not. “Pfft, you’re full of it.” You say.

“Ha. I’m full of it?” Mando scoffs. Then he pauses. He stands up slowly from his seat and begins to creep toward you.

Just then, you feel the tension between the two of you change. It gets darker. Mando’s demeanor gets more dominating. He’s not joking around with you anymore. You can hear the seriousness in his voice.

“You’re gonna be full of my cock if you keep talking back to me, little girl. Don’t forget that you work for me.” He says in the deepest voice while backing you against the wall of the Crest.

You’re scared, but also aroused. “Y-you need me just as much as I need you, Mando. You’re all talk.” You respond, trying to hide your faltering confidence.

“Oh yeah? You think?” Mando says as he slams you into the metal wall, boxing you in with no space to move.

You feel your pussy pulse and your core heat. But part of you is filled with fear. Mando could easily snap you in half if he wanted to, and the tone he’s using right now is downright deadly. Perhaps giving him attitude and provoking him is dangerous.

“Y-you’re an asshole.” You respond, going against your instincts as your arousal clouds your judgment.

“Aww that’s not very nice.” He taunts as he roughly grabs your chin and tilts your head up to meet his gaze. His voice is angry. “You should be fuckin thanking me you little brat, cuz im about to show this deprived little cunt of yours some proper attention.”

Mando abruptly rips your shirt right off your body, and ties a strip of it around your eyes. Your chest is heaving and you can’t be sure he isn’t going to kill you right now.

“Wh—”

“Shut up.” Mando snaps.

You stand there, frozen and shaking against the wall as Mando shoves your pants and underwear down, leaving you completely naked. Mando’s body leaves yours and you hear him remove his helmet and drop it on the floor, and he is no sooner pressed right up against you again.

He presses his face against the slide of your head, breathing heavily in your ear. His breath is warm, and you can feel facial hair resting on your skin.

One hand has a firm hold of your head, forcing it in place against his lips, and his other trails down your bare body. You feel his fingers find your clit and start working it right away.

“Aww. What a soft little neglected clit.” He breathes in your ear.

His gruff but clear voice sends shocks through your core.

“Ahh!” You moan out as he rubs your bud.

“Fuck. You are soaking my fuckin fingers. How are you this wet already?” Mando scoffs. “I feel bad for you baby. You’re so fuckin desperate.”

All you do is whine in response because you know he’s right. You’re embarrassed by how wet you are. You can hear his fingers gushing in your cunt, you wish you had some self-restraint. With your boyfriend, you have to use a shit load of lube, but as soon as Mando put his hands on you, your panties were ruined.

When Mando picked you up a few days ago, you never would have imagined that he would be fingering you against the wall of his ship after watching your boyfriend fuck you. But you’ve never been more turned on in your life. No one has ever talked to you like this before, or touched you like this before, or treated you like this before, and you love it.

And Mando can tell. He watched you and your boyfriend have bland vanilla sex— he knows that you’ve never been dominated the way you wish you were.

He adds more pressure and starts circling your clit faster. Your back arches against the wall and your mouth opens slightly as soft whimpers fall from your lips.

Mando picks his head up and you can tell he’s watching your face. “Fuck, look how much you react to my touch baby.” He purrs.

“Fuck Mando….” You whine.

“You want me to make you cum, little girl?” He whispers in your ear.

You nod your head fast. You can tell he’s edging you on purpose.

“Then ask me nicely.” Mando commands as he teases your entrance.

“P-please, Mando. Please make me cum.” You beg.

“Goood girl.” He praises. “Oh, and call me sir. I am your boss after all.”

Mando lifts you off your feet and your legs instinctively wrap around him. He sets you down on a cold metal table. Shoving your thighs apart, he runs his fingers through your folds a few times.

You feel so bare, so exposed, so vulnerable, perched up on this table for display with your nipples hard as rocks. Being without sight makes you especially nervous. You know that Mando is inspecting every part of your body as he runs his hands over your tense skin.

Mando gets on his knees and you suddenly feel his warm breath on your inner thighs. He kisses and lightly nips at your tender skin. You feel a fresh wave of arousal shoot to your pussy as you feel him sucking a hickey right below your cunt.

Mando lifts his head up from between your legs. “Don’t you dare peek under that blind fold, you understand me?” He says in a stern voice.

You bite your bottom lip and nod your head, itching for him to touch your cunt again.

“Use your words, princess.” Mando says as he lightly slaps your outer thigh.

“Yes sir!” You breathe out.

Mando starts inching his middle finger into your hole as he stands up. He plants his soft lips on your neck and peppers you with open-mouth kisses all over your throat.

“When's the last time your boyfriend ate this flawless pussy of yours, huh?” Mando says in your ear as he shoves the rest of his finger all the way into you.

“Ah! I– I don’t even remember sir.”

“Ha. No wonder you're such a needy little thing.”

Mando returns to his knees and wraps his arms around your thighs. His large warm tongue licks the length of your cunt, sending shutters through your body.

“Fuck you taste good.” Mando says into your cunt.

You whimper and whine as he begins sucking on your clit. He brings his fingers up and dances them in and around your hole while flicking his thick tongue on your sensitive bud.

You move your hands to his head and feel his soft short hair running through your fingers. Just then, Mando gently bites your clit, prompting you to pull his hair and scream out. He chuckles into your pussy, the vibration further stimulating you.

Mando gets into a rhythm, driving his finger in and out of your tiny hole while sucking on and swirling his tongue around your clit.

“Ahhhh! Fuckkkk Mando! Yes!!!” You cry out as you feel your orgasm nearing. But then Mando lifts his head from your cunt.

“What was that?”

“Sir! I’m sorry! Sir, please, please keep going!” You plead, frantic for release.

“Ha. So fuckin desperate.” Mando whispers as he returns to your dripping folds.

“Holy shit! Fuck! I'm gonna cum sir!” You weap as Mando’s pace and pressure sends you over the edge.

“That’s it.” Mando grunts between your legs. “Cum on my mouth baby girl.” He says before darting his tongue into your pulsing hole.

Your pussy clenches around his thick long tongue and your legs shake uncontrollably. You’ve never had a climax like this before. “Ahhhhhh!!” You scream out.

You shove Mando’s fingers away from your cunt as the overstimulation wrecks you. Mando stands up and lets out a satisfied and cocky snicker.

Your chest is heaving as you come down from your orgasm.

You feel Mando’s cold armor and body weight lean over you. He plants a tender kiss on your lips. “Fuck. You’re so fuckin pretty when you cum. If I was your boyfriend I’d make you cum all the time just so I could watch you.”

An awkward pause ensues and Mando almost instantly regrets saying that. “If I was your boyfriend” ? Why on earth would he say that? That’s such a weird thing to say! Mando clears his throat and rises to put his helmet back on.

You’re a tad taken aback by his confession, and you can tell Mando feels weird about what he just said. But it’s honestly one of the nicest things anyone has said to you in a while. Sex with your boyfriend has only ever been about him, and you really like the idea of Mando getting pleasure from watching you be pleasured.

You slowly lift your makeshift blindfold off of your head once you hear the hiss of his helmet.

“Can’t believe my boss ate me out.” You joke, trying to fill the awkward silence. You hop down from the table and retrieve your panties.

“Hmf. I’m sure this wouldn’t be the first time.” Mando says under his breath.

“What?” You say pulling your underwear and pants on.

“Yeah. I mean, it seems like something you would do….well you fuck your boyfriend for his money, I wouldn’t put it past you to— it just seems like your thing to fuck your way into getting what you want.”

“Hm. Okay, well fuck you.” You say crossing your arms to cover your boobs.

What the fuck? That’s such a rude thing to say. Part of you feels like he’s trying to be a douche to override the whole “If I was your boyfriend” thing but either way, it’s a super insulting allegation to make.

“Hey I'm not judging—”

“No, Mando you’re implying that I’m not smart enough to earn anything based on my merit!”

“That’s not….I mean—”

“Whatever.” You snap. You’re super annoyed and just want to leave. “Give me a shirt since you ripped mine in half.” You say unamused.

Mando silently hands you a large black t-shirt of his. You snach it from him and put it on, walking to the hatch without saying a word.

“There are gonna be two other guys with me here tomorrow to monitor the footage.” Mando informs you as you walk down the ramp. “So maybe postpone your vanilla sex with your boyfriend until you have the all-clear.” He mocks.

Tomorrow is a big day for the investigation. Your boyfriend will be having multiple important meetings in his penthouse, and is scheduled to be moving a lot of credits, hence the reason for the extra surveillance of the live footage.

You ignore Mando’s rude comment and walk away heatedly.

*********************************

Ugh. Mando is such a conceited, cocky asshole. But….fuck if that doesn’t make him so damn hot.

Your boyfriend is sort of the same way— smug and arrogant beyond belief, but Mando….at least his overconfidence is well earned. You have never had an orgasm that strong in your life, and you can’t help but imagine how incredible he would be at fucking you.

You want to fuck Mando, badly, but at the same time you want to get him back for being such a jerk. He wins if you just let him fuck you; you need to find a way to make him regret being such an asshole to you.

You take a deep breath, inhaling Mando’s scent from his shirt. That’s when it comes to you. You know the perfect way to get him back.

You are going to fuck Mando, but you’re going to do it on your terms. You’re going to make him just as desperate as you are.

*********************************

The next day you ride the elevator all the way up to your boyfriend’s penthouse. You walk in and there are already quite a few people gathered and chatting.

Your boyfriend strides over to you. “Hi sweetheart.” He says before kissing you on the lips. You can tell he’s a little surprised to see you since he didn’t invite you over. “I have a few meetings going on here today, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry at all babe. I’m just gonna go take a nap in your bed.” You get on your tippy toes and lean close to his ear. “I wanna smell you on the sheets.” You whisper.

Your boyfriend smiles. “Go right ahead, baby doll.”

*********************************

The hull of the Crest is pretty big, but it feels overcrowded to Mando with two other men in it. He is super annoyed that he has to share his space with two other random guys who were assigned this surveillance job because they suck at bounty hunting.

The three men are sitting silently in front of the array of screens. Karga sent him the extra help because he thought too much would be happening in different rooms for Mando to keep up with. But so far, that is very much not the case.

Nothing eventful or informative is happening. Mando is monitoring the living room where a few guys are just sorting and counting loads of credits. The other few screens are humdrum as well. In one room, a few guys are snorting some spice, in another, their gambling; no important information is being exchanged or discussed.

“No way.” Mando hears one of the guys say. “Holy. Shit. Check this out you guys.” The guy says, looking at the screen in front of him with wide eyes.

Mando and the other guy get up and shuffle over to the screen in question.

“What the fuuuuck.” The other guy says in excitement as he sees what’s going on.

Mando’s eyes finally meet the screen they’re referencing, and that’s when he sees you.

There you are, laying in bed, legs open wide, fingering yourself, wearing nothing but his shirt.

Mando stands in shock for a moment, wondering why on earth you would do this when you knew that there would be other guys— then it hits him. You’re doing this on purpose.

“Turn it off.” Mando commands.

“What?” The guy says looking back at him. “No way man are you kidding?”

Mando is desperate to shut this down. “This is fucked up, come on, she’s a member of this team. Turn it off.” He orders again.

“Come on.” The other guy says putting his hand on Mando’s shoulder. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Don’t pretend like you don’t wanna watch, Mando.”

Mando just stands there silently in defeat. There’s nothing he can do but stand and watch. He watches the screen as you lie there circling the clit that he was sucking on yesterday, moaning in the shirt that he gave you. Anger and jealousy rise in Mando’s chest as he silently watches the screen and listens to these two guys as they gawk at you.

“Damn it she’s hot.”

“Dumb girl forgot there was a camera in the bedroom.”

“Fuck. The things I would do to that little girl.”

“Man, her boyfriend is lucky.”

“So fuckin sexy, look at that cunt, I wannna destroy her.”

“We can take turns pal.”

“Haha, keep her as our own private fucktoy.”

“Ha. Bet she’s good too. Bet her boyfriend has trained her well. Bet she spends all her time with his cock in her mouth.”

“I mean what else would she be good for?”

“Hahahahaha.”

Mando’s fists clench listening to the things these scumbags are saying. His body and brain are torn between arousal and anger. He wants to rip the monitor off of the table and shove these guys into carbonite. He wants to storm into your boyfriend’s penthouse and drag you out of there. He wants to carry you back to the ship and fuck you until you can’t speak. But he can’t, and his lack of control over the situation further fuels his rage.

*********************************

You’re lying at an angle so that the hidden camera in the corner of the room has a perfect view of your pussy.

You’re of course being a bit more theatrical than you normally are when you masterbate, wanting to put on a good show for the men watching. Circling your glistening clit and whining so innocently, your eyes are closed as you imagine what Mando is thinking right now.

You slide your hand up your body, bringing his shirt with you and exposing your breasts for your audience. You knead your tit as you moan out high-pitched breaths.

Feeling your orgasm approach, you bring the collar of Mando’s shirt up to your mouth and bite it, making it look like you’re trying to muffle your noises. Your back arches against the bed and your toes curl up as your orgasm rips through you. “Mmmmmm!” You moan with Mando’s shirt in your mouth.

*********************************

Night has fallen and everyone has made their way out of your boyfriend’s penthouse, including you. You honestly feel a bit nervous as you make your way to the Crest for your debriefing, not knowing exactly what happened on the other end of the camera earlier today.

You walk up the ramp and find Mando sitting in front of the blank monitors, fidgeting with some of the wires. “Evening.” You say softly to him.

He doesn’t respond, he doesn’t even look up.

“Did you guys enjoy my show?”

“Pfft.”

“What's wrong, Mando?” You say in a seductive tone, walking up to him slowly. “Did you not like that those other scumbags got to see me playing with myself?”

Mando looks up at you. “I couldn’t care less.” He contends.

Mando is brewing in his frustration at how perfectly you were able to play him. He knows that you’re fucking with him on purpose, and he doesn’t want to give in. He’s fighting every urge of his to drop the act and give you what you want— to fuck you right here right now.

But he doesn’t want to give you the satisfaction. He wants you to think that he doesn’t care, to think that you can’t toy with him.

“No?” You say putting your hand on the back of his chair. “Then can you tell me where they’re staying. Because I'm really itching to get fucked, and you seem rather busy.”

Mando drops the circuit board and slowly stands up, towering over you. “There’s no fucking way either one of them is gonna lay a finger on you.” He says in a deep voice.

“Why not? I'm reeeaally horny, and you said you couldn’t care less.” You tease, flashing a smug half smile across your face.

“Ughnnn just shut the fuck up.” Mando breathes out. He grabs you tightly by your upper arms. “You know exactly what you’re doing you little slut. Fuck, you’re such a fuckin tease.”

He manhandles you against the table and grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling it back and bringing his helmet right against your ear.

“You should have heard the things they were saying about you.” Mando growls in your ear. He is breathing heavily as his rigid grip on you tenses.

“All good I hope.”

“Disgusting things. Fuckin filthy things.” He spits out.

“Mmmmm.” You hum in response.

“I was ready to snap their necks in half. They wouldn’t fuckin let me turn it off. You were being such a whore that they had to watch it.”

You can tell Mando is on the edge, you can tell he’s trying his hardest to hold back. He wants to rip your clothes off and bend you over the table. But then you would win.

“Bet their dicks got hard.” You say in a sultry tone as you maneuver your thigh between his legs, slightly pushing it up against his hardening member. “Bet you were upset you couldn’t jerk off while watching me. Ha, I bet they all were.”

Mando grunts as you start moving your thigh around his crotch. “Was that frustrating for you, sir? Watching those guys drool over the pussy that you ate yesterday?” Mando’s gloved fingers dig even harder into your biceps at your condescending tone. “I bet you wanted to tell them.”

Mando jerks you. “You’re fuckin lucky I didn’t.” He says in a deep angry voice. “They’re probably fucking their hands right now thinking about you, you slut.”

Mando’s cock is fully erect now, pressed right up against his trousers. You continue moving your thigh against his groin.

“You keep calling me a slut, but the fact remains that I've never fucked anyone but my boyfriend. I think that makes me a pretty good girl, don’t you, sir?” You say, batting your eyes at him.

“Yeah well I’m gonna make you a slut then. You won’t remember that fucker's name when I'm done with you.” Mando says as he harshly lifts you off your feet and slams you down on the table, shoving everything on it out of the way.

You sit up on the table with Mando standing between your legs. You smile and wrap your arm around his neck as you feel your victory closing in.

You chuckle. “Forgetting my boyfriend’s name might hinder the investigation a bit—”

“Don’t fuckin call him that.” Mando snaps. “He’s not your fuckin boyfriend. Your relationship with him means nothing. I have more claim to this cunt than he does.” He says as he cups your pussy and rubs it over your pants.

“Oh please, your cock’s never even been inside of me, sir.” You say staring deep into Mando’s visor.

“You always get your fuckin way don’t ya?” Mando says as he finally relents. He doesn’t fucking care anymore. Everything about you turns him on: your voice, your scent, the way you stare at him with those innocent looking doe eyes. He just needs to be inside of you.

Mando rips your shirt clean off your body and tears a strip of fabric from it.

“Another of my shirts!?”

“Ungh shut up. Unless you want me to fuckin gag you with the other half.” Mando growls as he ties the blindfold over your eyes. He quickly yanks your pants and panties down your legs, leaving naked and blindfolded sitting on his table once again.

You hear him remove his helmet and unbuckle his pants. He returns between your legs and pulls your body flush against his bare chest— he's removed his shirt as well. A soft moan escapes your lips as you run your palms up and down his muscular abdomen, relishing in the privilege of feeling his firm naked torso with your own hands. His erect cock is pressed up against your thigh, and….fuck it’s big.

Mando plants his plump lips on your neck and begins devouring your soft skin with his mouth as his fingers find you find your pulsing clit. He draws tiny circles on your bud and you feel his lips begin to suck harder on your neck, pulling your flesh into his mouth and teasing it with his teeth.

“Sir he’s gonna see!” You say craning your neck away from his face. Your breathing picks up as Mando continues to stimulate your clit.

“Good.” Mando breathes out into your ear. “That prick should know who you really belong to.” He says moving to the other side of your neck and sucking an unmistakable hickey into your skin.

You bring your palm up to his scalp and lightly tug at his hair. “Mando, seriously, makeup can only do so much.” You say trying to pull him off your neck.

Mando growls as he grabs your hands and forces them behind you. Holding them behind your back with one hand, he cups your face tightly with his other. “Seriously.” He snarls in a deep tone. “I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck. if your boyfriend knows I fucked you.” Mando declares as he returns his fingers to your sopping wet pussy. “Shit. I fuckin want him to know, baby.”

You whimper as he drags his lips down to your tit and sucks your hardened nipple into his mouth. “If my cock’s gonna be in you, I get to mark you however I fuckin want. You understand?”

“Yes sir.” You whine in response

Mando shoves two fingers into your mouth. You whimper as you suck on them; he drives them so far into your mouth that you gag, and you hear him let out a faint smug chuckle.

Removing his digits from your mouth, he slams you down on the table so that laying back with your pussy teetering the edge.

Mando shoves your legs further apart and then spits onto your wide open cunt. He brings his saliva-coated fingers to your pussy and abruptly shoves his middle finger into your hole.

“Ah!” You gasp in a high-pitched voice at the sudden penetration.

Mando pumps his finger in and out of your tight hole before adding a second one. Your mouth falls open as he scissors his fingers to stretch you out.

“You like that baby?” Mando says.

You nod your head as you let out soft breathy moans.

“Ha. Not such a big talker now, are ya?” He mocks.

You feel Mando line up his tip with your entrance before he slowly pushes a few inches in.

Your back arches as you scream at the incredible stretch of your walls. His girth alone is already overwhelming you, and can’t imagine taking the rest. “Fuck! Mando you’re too big!” You assert.

“Nah baby you can take me. This is what it feels like to be stretched by a real man’s big fat fuckin cock. You’re just tight as shit little girl.” He says as he begins slowly pumping half his length in and out of you. “Hmmf. No wonder that loser cums so fast.” Mando says under his breath.

Your ankles are hooked around Mando’s waist. He grabs a steady hold of your hips and then all of the sudden bottoms out with no warning, thrusting all the way into you as he grunts.

“Ah! Fuck fuck!” You scream out in pain as your pussy clenches down on his cock.

“You’ve got this baby.” Mando purrs. You take deep breaths as he starts slowly driving his member in and out of you.

The pain partially subsides as it’s mixed with unbelievable pleasure. Mando steadily thrusts into you and your screams turn to gratifying moans.

“Goood girl. That’s it.” Mando coos as he begins picking up the pace. “Shit this pussy is good. She sucks up my cock so fuckin well; needs me deep inside.”

You bring your hand down to your stomach as Mando pumps into your hole over and over again, and can feel the outline of Mando’s cock bulging out each time he enters you. “Holy shit. I– I can feel your cock in my s-stomach. You fill me up soo good!”

Mando puts his palm on top of your hand and pushes down. “That’s right.” He grunts as he feels the pressure on his cock.

Mando pulls one of your legs over his shoulder, allowing him a better angle into your pussy. “Flexible little slut aren’t ya?” Mando mutters.

He begins driving his cock into you fast, pounding your G-spot each time. “Ah! Holy shit. Right there sir!” You moan out.

“Yeah?” Mando says as he starts circling your clit with his fingers.

Your nails dig into the edge of the metal table that you are grasping onto as your back arches impossibly high up. With your mouth open as wide as it can be, lewd moans and screams fall from your tongue as you’re unable to conjure up any coherent words.

“Awwww how adorable. Your first time being cockdrunk baby girl.” Mando says.

His brutal pace continues as he leans forward and sucks a hickey onto your tit. You claw and scrape his back, surely leaving marks as you feel your orgasm rise.

“Fuck. I’m gonna cum!” You announce as you feel your entire body tense.

“Do it.” Mando whispers in your ear. “Cum on my cock pretty girl.”

You’re panting and screaming as your orgasm rips through your body.

“Uhhhhh fuck yeah.” Mando breathes out as he feels your cunt fluttering on his cock. His lips suck on your collarbone and then make their way done to your tit. He pulls your cleavage into his mouth, sucking on your tender skin and marking it with his teeth.

“I’m gonna cum inside you.” Mando states. “I want you to be bruised, with my cum dripping out of you the next time you see that fucker.” He pants into your ear.

Mando’s pace slows, but he starts pushing into you with an astounding force, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming incredibly hard back into you. He stands up straight and reinforces his tight grips on your hips, holding you still as he drives into you.

“Tell me you’re gonna leave ‘em.” Mando commands.

Thrust.

“I- I’m gonna leave him sir!”

Thrust.

“Tell me you’re never gonna—”

Thrust.

—let him fuck you again.”

Thrust.

“Of course not sir!”

Thrust.

“I’m the only one who gets to fuck this—“

Thrust.

—this cunt from now on.”

Thrust.

“Got it?”

Thrust.

“Yes! Just you!”

You feel his warm juices spew deep inside of you. “Ahhhh.” Mando moans out as his cock twitches against your walls. “Fuuuck.” He pants as he slowly pulls his length out of you.

Body still shaking, you sit up on the table, waiting to hear Mando put his helmet back on. You feel Mando’s hand on your waist before feeling him put a shirt over your head. “Here you go baby girl.” He purrs in a deep raspy voice.

His touch is gentle as he helps you put your arms through the sleeves and lifts you off the table back on your feet. He slowly lifts the fabric off of your head as he looks down at your beautiful eyes.

The blind fold is lifted off your eyes and you’re met with a fully-clothed and helmeted Mando, almost cradling you in his arms.

“You meant what you said, right?” Mando says softly.

“Meant what I said about….?”

“You’re gonna leave him, right?”

You pause for a moment as you look down at your feet. “….Why do you want me to leave him?” You ask bringing your gaze back up to his visor.

“B-because…. because he’s a fuckin asshole. You deserve better than him.” Mando contends.

You exhale. “No, Mando, that’s not good enough. Why don’t you want me to be with him? You….you have to say it so– so I know that it’s real.”

Mando looks deep into your wide eyes and holds you a little closer. He swallows and cups your cheek. “I– you belong with me, y/n. I want you to leave him….because you deserve better, and because I want to be with you.” Mando professes.

A gentle smile stretches across your face. “Okay.” You whisper.

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Grogu holding his tiny little arms out to be held

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The Bargain

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader x The Mandalorian

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.7k

Summary: You’re Din’s girlfriend but Boba makes no effort to hide his attraction to you. After they come back drunk one night, Din finds a way to settle his gambling debt with Boba.

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, very dubious consent, oral (m receiving), fingering, degradation, dirty talk, alcohol and gambling references

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It’s late. You sit in the hull of the Crest, waiting up for your boyfriend to return. He’s been out longer than you were expecting him to be.

Din never does anything for himself, so when he was invited out with some other guys, you encouraged him to go. He didn’t want to, but you eventually convinced him.

Finally, you hear the hatch open. You can tell Din is drunk simply by the sound of his footsteps coming up the ramp, they’re less calculated and intentional. They're also not alone.

Shit.

You were not expecting company. All you’re wearing is some tiny silk shorts and an even tinier silk tank top.

Fuck.

It's Boba. You’re not a huge fan of Boba. He never fails to make you uncomfortable by blatantly gawking at you or making some inappropriate comments about how hot you are. Even though it bothers you, Din doesn’t seem to mind Boba’s blatant attempts to flirt with you, in fact you think Din likes the idea of Boba being jealous of him.

Din and Boba stumble onto the ship and take their helmets off, dropping them lazily on the ground.

“Hey baby girl.” Din purrs.

“Hi.” You respond softly as Din pulls you in for a hot make out sesh and grabs handfuls of your ass— something he wouldn’t normally do in front of company if he were sober.

You break the kiss and turn to Boba, who is just standing there in front of you and Din.

“Y/n, looking gorgeous as ever.” Boba says.

“Hi Boba.” You say quietly.

You turn back to Din, who is still holding you in his arms with a firm hold on your butt. “How was it?” You ask.

“It was good…except–”

“–except your Mandalorian gambled away three thousand credits to me.” Boba laughs.

“Three thousand?!” You say to Din.

“Mmmmmm I’m sorry baby, c’mere” Din says, grabbing your cheek and pulling you in for another racey make out.

“Y’know Din....” Boba says, prompting Din to break the kiss and turn to look at him. “There’s another way you could settle your debt with me.”

“Yeah? What’s that?” Din asks, still holding you tight against him.

“You’re girl….she’s….she’s so fuckin pretty.” Boba says as he slowly takes steps closer to you.

Din looks at Boba for a moment. Your eyes dart between them; you can tell they’re silently communicating with each other. Then, Din releases one of his arms from you, still holding the other around your waist. He looks you up and down. “Isn’t she?” He says in a deep tone, rubbing the soft silk fabric on your ass.

Boba intrudes another step closer to you. “I mean, her body is just stunning, Din.” He says locking his dangerous gaze on you. “I bet her tits are amazing.”

“Oh, they are.” Din says, bringing his hand to your silky spaghetti strap hanging on your shoulder.

“Five hundred.” Din says

“Two hundred.” Boba returns.

“Three-fifty.” Din counters

Boba silently nods his head once. Din slowly begins to pull the straps of your tank top down your arms.

“…Din.” You say grabbing his hand, looking deep into his eyes.

“Shhhhhhh it’s okay baby.” He whispers in your ear.

Your heart beats out of your chest as Din pulls your top down to expose your breasts. You’re so nervous and uncomfortable that you’re frozen, unable to move or say anything. Your top falls down to your feet, leaving your chest bare in front of the two men, your nipples hard as ever.

“You wanna feel them? They’re so fuckin soft.” Din says in a low voice looking at Boba. “Five hundred.”

Boba simply nods again and removes his gloves, tossing them on the ground. He brings his hands out and fondles your tits, squeezing them and caressing them, rubbing his thumbs over your hard nipples.

Din still has one arm around your waist, but has stepped back a bit to give Boba room to your body.

You stand perfectly still, trying to keep your cool.

“Shit, Din, you’re a lucky man.” Boba says with your tits in his hands.

You cannot believe the situation you’re in right now. You should pull your top up and slap Din across the face, but you don’t. You’re timid and speechless and incredibly uncomfortable….but you can’t deny how incredibly turned on you are.

“What about her ass? Five hundred.” Boba says.

“Oh, her ass is great too.” Din remarks softly. “Look how much of a slut she is.” He says, pulling down your shorts to reveal your black lace G-string.

“Oh what a naughty girl.” Boba says as he wraps his arms around you and grabs your ass with both his hands, kneading it with his rough palms.

“Fuck, Din.” Boba says, turning to look at him.

Even though you basically hate Boba, something about Din giving him permission to touch you lights a fire in you. And the fact that Boba wants to touch you so bad that he’s willing to pay Din hundreds of credits for it.

Din lightly chuckles. “If you think her ass and tits are nice….you should see her cunt.” He says in a stern, deep voice.

“A thousand.” Boba says letting go of you and taking a step back.

Din returns his arm around you and cradles you for a moment. “Baby, be a good girl for daddy and show Boba your tight little pussy.”

You look into Din’s eyes. “Din I–”

“–It’s okay, princess. Boba’s a nice guy, isn’t that right, Boba?” Din says, turning to look at Boba.

“Oh yes.” He responds. “Come on, little one. Don’t you wanna be a good girl for your daddy?”

Din releases you from his arms and takes a step back next to Boba. You take a deep breath and without saying anything, slowly pull your panties down your legs while the two men watch.

Boba smiles. “Yeahhhh, that’s what I thought. Why don’t you lie back on the table for me, doll?” He says motioning you to the small table that’s up against the wall of the Crest.

Your legs shake as you walk to the table and hoist yourself up onto it. The cold metal against your bare skin gives you goosebumps as you lie down across the table, your shins hanging off the end.

“Awwww, what an obedient little thing she is, Din. The fuck you do to deserve her?” Boba says.

Din scoffs. “Oh, I don’t deserve her pal.” He says patting Boba on the shoulder.

Boba slowly walks up to the table and positions himself between your legs. He runs his rugged hands up your smooth thighs as you lie back and try your best to breathe steadily.

“Fuck.” Boba says tracing his middle finger through your folds. “If this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. So tight….so wet”

You let out a whimper as Boba runs his fingers through your slick. Boba chuckles. “Ahh, she likes this, Din. She's a dirty little girl.” He says.

Boba turns to Din. “You’ve gotta let me fuck ‘er, Din, I have to feel this pussy around my cock.”

Din walks to the side of the table and caresses your shoulder. He leans over and plants a kiss on your quivering lips. “Come on baby.” He whispers into your mouth. “Boba just wants to feel what I get to feel every night. He’s being so kind by forgiving my debts, this is the perfect way to thank him.” Din kisses your collarbone. “Why don’t you say thank you to him?” He says standing up straight.

You turn your gaze to Boba, who’s still standing in between your legs with his fingers in your pussy. “Th-thank you Boba.” You mutter.

“Call me sir, princess.” Boba says.

“Thank you sir.” You say.

Boba inhales. “Let’s get you ready for me then.” He says as he shoves his middle finger into your tiny hole.

“Ah!” You cry out as he begins pumping his finger in and out of you.

“Fuck, so fuckin tight.” Boba purrs.

Din caresses your cheek. “You like the way he’s touching you baby?” He asks.

“Mhmmm.” You whine out, trying to keep your mouth closed.

Din pulls a seat far out from the table and sits back in it, giving him a perfect view of you and Boba. His legs are open wide and stretched out, and you see that he’s palming his erection over his pants with his eyes glued to your face.

Boba adds a finger and picks up his speed. Your eyes fall shut as your whimpers turn into moans.

“Open your eyes.” You hear Din command in a deep stern voice. You notice his tone and demeanor have changed. They’ve shifted from soft and gentle— him wanting to comfort you, to hungry and animalistic— him wanting to degrade you. “Look at Boba you little whore. Tell him how much of a filthy fuckin slut you are.” Din growls as he releases his cock from his pants and starts pumping it.

A fresh wave of arousal dances into your pussy at Din’s dirty words. You force your eyes open and stare into Boba’s gaze. “I– I’m such a slut, sir.” You whimper out.

“Yeah?” Boba says as his finger rolls your clit.

You can feel the heat rise in your core as your orgasm approaches.

“What’d ya say, Din, should I let her cum?” Boba says, turning his head to look at Din.

“Up to you, pal.” Din says in a serious manner as he continues stroking his cock and glaring into your eyes.

Boba turns his look back to you. “Ya wanna cum, princess?” He asks as he fiercely rubs circles on your clit while thrusting his fingers rapidly in and out of your hole.

“Yes!” You cry.

“Beg for it then.” He orders in a deep voice

“P-please sir, let me cum. I want it so bad. Fuck! Sir, please please!” You stutter out as Boba holds you over the edge.

“Cum for me, doll.” Boba says.

You scream out as your climax rips through your body. Boba holds his fingers in you as your walls flutter against them.

“Get on your hands and knees.” Boba instructs. “I wanna have that perfect ass in the air while I’m fucking you.”

You’ve barely finished processing your orgasm. With your legs still shaking, you get on all fours. The short table is the perfect height for Boba’s dick to line up with your pussy.

Boba abruptly shoves his entire length in your hole, and you scream out at the top of your lungs. He doesn’t ease you into it; he pounds into you fast and hard. You try to contain the sounds you’re making by biting your lip.

“Spank her, Boba.” Din says flatly, pumping his girth through his hand.

Boba’s hand comes down hard on your ass and you yelp.

“Harder.” Din commands. “Give it to her good.”

Boba brings his hand all the way behind him and swings in with all his force. His palm lands on your butt cheek and you screech from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Boba is slamming into you so hard that you can’t control the tortuous sounds coming from your mouth. You lower your upper body from your hands to your elbows and bring your palms up to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the lewd sounds escaping your lips.

“Don’t you fuckin dare.” Boba says as he delivers another swift spank to your ass. “Move those fucking hands right now.” He orders.

You do as you’re told and your cries and shrieks echo throughout the ship.

“That’s it. Fuckin scream for it baby.” Boba spits out as he slaps your tender skin again. “That’s what you get for being such a nasty little slut. Pffft, letting your daddy’s friend fuck your precious hole.”

Din stands up from his seat and slowly creeps over to you, to the side of the table opposite that Boba is on. Standing across from Boba he pumps his cock in his hand, his eyes glued to yours as your mouth hangs open.

“You what your daddy’s cock in your mouth, princess?” Boba asks.

You desperately nod your head as your whimpers and moans continue.

“Say it.” Din orders

You pick yourself up from your elbows and place your weight back on your hands.

“I w-want to– to– ah– suck y-your cock daddy!” You stutter out between thrusts.

“What a slut, wants to be stuffed full.” Boba says as he steadily plows into you from behind, hands planted on your ass.

Your mouth is already wide open. Din grabs a hold of your head and guides his cock into your mouth. You close your lips around his member and start to suck.

You don’t need to bob your head, Boba’s thrusts drive your body back and forth, your mouth covering Din’s dick with each push. Thus, you have no control over how much of his length you take in. Boba intentionally drives you so that your nose is hitting Din’s stomach, his dick fully enveloped in your mouth each time.

You gag as Din’s cock repeatedly hits the back of your throat. Tears form in your eyes and you can’t help but continue to scream with his cock stuffed in your mouth. Din loves the vibration from your moans on his girth.

“Ahh fuck yeah baby, you’re such a good girl for daddy.” Din praises.

Boba looks up across the table. “Let’s switch Din, I’ve gotta feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

Boba and Din both remove their cocks from your holes as they switch places. Your pussy is aching and your lips are swollen. You use the moment to catch your breath as best you can. Your limbs are shaking as they hold you up on the table while the men realign themselves with you.

“Your fucktoy’s lookin a little beat.” Boba says

Din spanks your ass, jolting you up. “Don’t worry, this little cockslut’s not done till we say she is.” He remarks as he shoves his length into your cunt.

Before you can even adjust to Din, Boba’s cock is in your mouth, and the rhythm begins again.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Boba says between his teeth.

“Cum on her face, I want you to see how pretty she looks painted in cum.” Din says as he drives into you from behind.

Your vision is blurred by the tears in your eyes, but you feel Boba’s cock leave your mouth, right before his hot juices spew onto your face.

You immediately fall into your elbow with your mouth still wide open, your moans and screams no longer muffled.

“What a fuckin sight.” Boba says as he puts himself back in his pants.

Din cums moments later and you can finally breathe. You hadn’t realized how much your knees are burning from the metal, or how much your ass stings from the countless spanks.

You collapse onto your side and your eyes fall shut.

“Fuck, I needa gamble against you more often Djarin.” You hear Boba chuckle. “We’re even.”

“We’re more than even pal, you fuckin owe me.” You hear Din respond.

You drift into sleep as you faintly hear the sound of the hatch opening. Moments later you feel a gentle touch on your waist and a warm washcloth on your forehead. Your eyes flutter open and are met with Din’s soft and loving gaze.

“You did so good baby girl.” He says tenderly, wiping the sticky liquid from your face.

You smile in response.

“Maker you’re so fuckin perfect.” Din whispers as he gently kisses your swollen lips.

He picks you up and carries you to the sleeping quarters. “Let’s go to sleep, princess.” He says planting a kiss on your forehead.

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The Strategy

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Smut. fingering, oral (m receiving), role play kind of, a bit of masterbation

Summary: Mando questions your abilities as a bounty hunter and makes you show him the strategy that you use for detaining bounties

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You’ve been with the Bounty Hunters’ Guild for just under a standard year, but you’ve already made a name for yourself. You’re good at your job, you’re great at your job, and you have a type. You can bring in any bounty who can be categorized as a scummy, sleazy guy, and luckily, that’s like ninety percent of them.

Greef Karga doesn’t assign you to work with another hunter often, but for this one bounty, he’s set you up with the Mandalorian. You’ve heard of him— everyone has. Mando’s name is synonymous with success in the bounty hunting community.

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You walk up the ramp to the Razor Crest.

“You’re y/n?” Mando asks surprised.

“Yeah…?” You respond. Fuck his voice is so sexy.

“Sorry.” He says insincerely. “I mean, you don’t look like a bounty hunter.” It’s clear he’s not too happy about this arrangement, Mando prefers to work alone.

“What does that mean?”

“You don’t really have the build or stature to be a successful bounty hunter.”

You sigh and cross your arms. “Bounty hunting doesn’t revolve around physical power. There are other ways to capture a quarry.”

“Yeah? How’s that?” Mando asks, seeming unconvinced.

Maker, his voice alone turns you on. Not to mention the fact that he is also a big, strong, ruthless bounty hunter.

“I have a strategy. Works on everyone.”

“Your strategy works on everyone?” Mando scoffs. “Let’s see it.”

“Umm, no you don’t want that.”

“Come on, if it works on everyone then it should work on me, right?”

“Well no, because you know that I’m manipulating you.”

“I’ll pretend I don’t.” Mando responds promptly. “I’ll be the bounty and you’re you. What do you do?” Mando asks, though it comes out as more of an order. “C’mon I need to see what I’m working with.” Mando says

You sigh. “Fine. You asked for it. Go sit at the table. We’re at a bar okay?”

Mando sits at the small booth in the hull of the Crest and you scoot in close next to him. You put your elbows on the table and arch your back. Tilting your head, you bat your eyes at him even though he’s looking straight ahead.

“Hi.” You say sweetly in a voice a little higher than you normally speak.

“Hello.” Mando says back with no emotion in his voice, not even turning to look at you.

You move your head a little closer to his. “I was wondering if you could buy me a drink”

“No.” He returns flatly.

You exhale sharply and one of your hands drops on the table. “You have to play along!” You say.

“If I were a bounty, I wouldn’t buy you a drink.” Mando argues.

“Yeah well you’re not a criminal who was stupid enough to get a bounty put on their head.”

Mando sighs. “Fine. You’re right. I buy you a drink, now what?”

You roll your eyes and slide out of the booth to pour yourself a glass of spotchka from the small refrigerator on the ship— you need an actual drink for your plan.

With your cup in hand, you scoot back right up against Mando. “Thank you so much.” You say running your hands through your hair and taking a sip. You let some spill out of your mouth, and Mando watches it dribble down your chest under your shirt.

You make sure to get your lips nice and wet from the drink. “So, are you from around here?” You ask.

“No. I’m here on business.” Mando responds flatly.

“Mmmm.” You respond, staring right into Mando’s visor.

There’s a pause for a moment while Mando waits for you to carry on the conversation.

“....What about you?” He finally says upon realizing that a normal bounty would probably ask the pretty girl that question.

“I’m just visiting too.” Normally, you wouldn’t need to do or say anything else. The bounty would have already asked you to go home with them, or at least somewhere private, which is when you’d have the chance to make your move.

But you know Mando is stubborn, even if he is supposed to be playing a part, so you proceed with some improv.

You let out a deep breath and bite your lip tilting your head back and sticking your chest out. You place your hand on top of his, and Mando looks down at it.

“You look like a man who's good with his hands, am I right.?” You pick up his gloved hand and put it on your bare inner thigh. “Cuz there’s something that I think you could help me with.” You say as you slowly drag his hand up your thigh to your groin above your shorts. “Do you think you could help me?” You ask.

Mando’s hand twitches when it reaches your crotch. “I don’t see how this gets you closer to detaining the bounty.” Mando says somewhat nervously.

You roll your eyes and smirk. “Well we’re not there yet.” You say softly.

Mando pauses to think for a moment. You feel his body relax and get the sense that he is finally going to play the game. He scoffs. “Alright, yeah, I can help ya, baby girl.” He says in a deep, sultry tone.

You’re a little surprised at his new willingness to play along. You thought by now you would have made him uncomfortable enough to stop you. In this instant, the feelings that the two of you are harboring switch. Somehow Mando becomes the confident one and you’re now the nervous one.

Heat pools in your core as you notice Mando slowly rubbing his thumb up and down your clothed cunt. You look down at his large moving thumb and then back into his visor.

A bounty’s actions usually don’t turn you on at all. Even for the attractive ones, you tell yourself that it’s a job, and you’re able to prevent any real arousal. But right now you can’t, perhaps because you know Mando isn’t a bounty, and you know that he knows you’re playing.

“G-great. Let’s go somewhere private.” You say trying to get back into character.

“Perfect.” Mando responds.

You reluctantly slide out of the booth and walk into the sleeping quarters with Mando.

You stand awkwardly in the center of the small room. “S-so now I have the bounty alone….and– and there you have it.”

“That’s it?” Mando asks, standing a few feet away from you.

“....You want to see more?”

“As far as I’m concerned, I can easily bolt out that door right now.”

Mando has decided that he’s gonna take this as far as he can; he doesn’t want to be the one to call it off. He wants to see if you’re gutsy enough to continue. Also, he can’t deny that he’s getting pretty turned on by this game, and wants to see how far you’ll take it.

You take a deep breath and look to the side. You decide the same. If you are the one to end it, you know Mando is gonna rub it in your face, and use it to argue that your strategy isn’t fool-proof.

Deciding to go all in, you stare at Mando and you pull your pants down to your ankles, stepping out of them. You grab his hand and walk him slowly backwards to the bed. Lying back on it, you open your legs with Mando standing between them.

You bring your hand down to your cunt. “I could reeealllyy use your help now.” You say in the most seductive voice possible while rubbing your pussy over your panties.

Mando’s cock twitches in his pants. He is a little shocked at your brazen escalation of the game; his mouth is slightly open under his helmet.

He chuckles lightly, so aroused by watching you rub yourself in front of him. Mando pushes you back on the bed and crawls between your legs. He hooks his finger on your panties and pulls them to the side, exposing your glistening cunt for him. Shit, it is wet. He removes his glove and starts slowly circling your clit, eliciting the softest breathy moans from you.

“How’s this, little girl?” Mando purrs in his deep modulated voice.

“Good.” You whine back.

He stares deeply into your eyes, gently rubbing your bud. Then, without warning, Mando abruptly shoves his middle finger all the way into your hole, pumping it hard and fast in and out of you.

“Ah!” You moan out at his sudden and harsh thrusts into your cunt. The sound of his finger gushing arouses you both further.

“How about this?” He says with a devious smile under his helmet.

Nodding your head, your back arches and your legs mechanically open wider.

“Yeah? You like that?” Mando adds his index finger to your hole and then begins also rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Fuck! Fuck Mand–” You almost say his name. Stopping yourself when you remember that you’re role playing and he’s supposed to be your bounty.

This doesn’t get by Mando though, and he chuckles at your slip up.

“You close to cuffing me yet, y/n?” Mando says, breaking character to mock you; highlighting the fact that you still haven't accomplished your goal of capturing the bounty.

“Soon! I– I’m close, I’m so close! Fuck!” You cry as you feel that coil in you tighten. A few more pumps of his fingers and your orgasm comes crashing through you. You moan out as your pussy flutters around his fingers.

“Fuck.” Mando says under his breath. Watching you cum, feeling your tight walls clench his fingers has his cock hard up against his zipper.

You take a few deep breaths as you come down from your high and come back to reality. You feel slightly embarrassed as you sit up in silence and pull your underwear back in place with Mando standing up, just watching you.

“Still a free man.” He taunts.

Right. You pull your hair behind your ears, gathering your composure as you shift back into the overly sexual character you're playing.

You walk up to Mando and put your hands on his chest. “You want me to return the favor? Show you how good I am with my hands?” You purr, running your hands down his torso to his bulge. Mando grunts as you grip his large erection over his pants.

“Or better yet, how about I show you how good I am with my mouth.” You whisper, parting your lips slightly and staring into his visor.

“A-are you serious?” Mando asks in a normal voice.

Without responding, you lower yourself to your knees and undo his pants. You pull out his large thick cock, already dripping precum.

“Mmmm. Your cock is so big.” You say looking up at him with wide eyes. He can tell that statement isn’t part of the game.

You lick his length up and down a few times before taking it in your mouth and beginning to bob your head.

“Fuck.” Mando spits out. You bring your hand up to his balls and start rubbing them. His hips buck slightly forward as he growls.

You take his member out of your mouth and look up to him. “I want you to fuck my face.” You say batting your eyes.

Mando can’t believe that you’re asking this, and he genuinely can’t tell if the two of you are still playing the game. “Shit, yeah, okay.” He says.

Mando brings both hands to your head and weaves them in your hair. Holding your head in place, he starts thrusting his dick in and out of you.

Yes.

You’ve got him.

You knew that Mando would bring both his hands to your head in order to fuck your mouth, positioning them perfectly to be cuffed. You also made sure that you were kneeling right next to your pants, which have your cuffs and blaster on its belt.

It also doesn’t hurt that Mando is in pure euphoria right now, not focusing on anything but fucking your pretty mouth.

Mando lets out a string of moans and grunts, hitting the back of your throat every time he drives his cock into you. You look up at him and his head is hanging back, and you surmise that his eyes are likely closed.

You slowly move your hands to the cuffs and then suddenly snap them on his wrists that are right above your head, then you quickly grab your blaster and point it at his neck.

Mando stands there in complete shock; his hands cuffed in front of him and his cock flat up against his stomach.

A smug smile stretches across your face. “See?” You say holding the blaster up to him. “Works on everyone. Even you, Mandalorian.”

Mando is silent for a second. “Do– do you really let bounties finger you? Do you really suck their cock?” Mando asks.

“Fuck no.” You say tossing your blaster down and as Mando slips the cuffs off his wrists. “I have them wrapped around my finger as soon as we step out of the bar. But you….you were a challenging bounty; I had to get creative.”

You look down and see that Mando is stroking his cock with his hand. A fresh wave of arousal rises in your pussy at this sight.

“What was the point of having me finger you? Why didn’t you just start with my dick in your mouth?” He asks as he casually pumps his girth.

“N-no reason….I just wanted you to finger me.”

“Yeah? Well if you finish sucking my cock, I can do more than finger you, pretty girl.”

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The Visit Part Three

This is the final part of a three-part series

The Visit Part One

The Visit Part Two

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, oral (m receiving), dirty talk, size kink, bondage, some slapping

Summary: You and Din arrive back at his room and he's finally able to have his way with you

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As soon as the door of Din’s room shuts behind you his hands are all over your body. He makes a point of turning the light on so he can see every part of you.

“Such a pretty dress.” He mumbles in his low voice. He brings his hands to the straps and slowly pulls them down your shoulders. “Bet it would look even better on my floor.” Your dress drops to your ankles, leaving you naked except for your underwear.

The flight over here sobered you up and now that the teasing is over, now that this is actually happening, you’re nervous again. And Din can sense it, he can feel your apprehension and it turns him on even more; the fact that he can make a powerful Jedi Padawan so nervous.

Din loses the gloves quickly and his hands travel your body, groping your ass, your tits, and rubbing your soft skin. Your hands are on his biceps and his helmet is in your neck as he takes in your amazing body.

“Can’t believe you we’re gonna let that loser fuck you. You sure are a desperate little thing, huh?” Din growls.

“You’re one to talk.” You purr back.

Din lifts his head from your shoulder. “Oh, look who’s not so shy anymore.” He says. “Time to see what else that bratty little mouth can do.”

Din rips off a strip of his cape and binds your wrists together, before shoving you onto your knees in front of him. He releases his length from his pants and holy shit, he is big.

“Fuck.” You say under your breath, unsure of how you’re going to fit him in your mouth.

Din scoffs as he watches you react to his member. He knows sucking dick without hands is hard, especially one of his size.

With your hands straight down in front of you, you lick his cock up and down a few times, trying to maintain your balance on your knees while doing so. You take a deep breath and look up at Din before opening your mouth and taking in as much of his length as possible. You start bobbing your head, but you’re barely able to fit half of it in your mouth, so you decide to bring your tied hands up and grab the lower half of his girth.

Just then Din removes his cock from your mouth and slaps you in the face with it. “Did I say you could use your hands? No, little girl, you’re takin all of me in your mouth.” Din says as he drives his cock back into your mouth. He grabs the back of your head and wraps his fingers in your hair. Din pushes your head slightly, forcing some more of his length in your mouth.

You let out a gag and Din chuckles. He loves watching you struggle to suck his cock.

You relax your throat and start steady breathing through your nose, and you’re able to take in even more of his dick with each bob of your head.

Din grunts. “That’s it. Fuck. That’s a good girl. Ahh, your mouth feels so fuckin good baby.”

His parise makes your pussy pulse and you moan while sucking a little harder.

The sensation of the vibration against his cock makes him grip your hair even tighter. “Ahhh.” Din growls. “You like this? You like me fuckin your throat?”

You moan again in response prompting Din to hold your head and thrust his entire length into your mouth. He hits the back of your throat repeatedly as he fucks your mouth, your nose hitting his soft pubes with every thrust.

You daringly bring your bound hands up to play with his balls, unsure if you’ll get slapped again. Din lets out a gruff moan at your ambitious move. “Ahhh shit. Gooood fuckin slut.” He says.

Din removes his dick from your mouth. He picks you up under your arms and throws you on the bed. Your feet are hanging off the edge. Din puts one knee on the bed between your legs and roughly shoves them apart. “Damn this cunt is divine, princess.” He says running his finger through your slick. Din grabs a hold of your underwear and rips them right off your body, and then drags his tip through your folds a few times before lining it up with your entrance.

“Fuck, Din, you’re so big.” You say softly, genuinely concerned about it fitting.

Din thrusts the first half of his cock into you. “Fuck!” You scream out, already feeling completely full. Your eyes fall shut as he slowly begins driving the rest of his length into you.

“Look at me.” He orders. “Don’t take your eyes off me.” Din loves watching your expression, and it’s even hotter if you’re forced to look directly at him as you come undone.

“Fuck, little girl, how is your cunt so tight? Fuck it feels so fuckin good.” Din grunts as he pushes the rest in.

Keeping his dick motionless in your cunt, Din brings his hand down and starts circling your clit. You whimper and start slightly moving your hips.

“Stay still.” He orders. *see gif* He grabs your bound hands and moves them over your head. Then he returns to rubbing your swollen bud while standing completely still, cock stuffed in your pussy.

You whimper loudly and the absence of movement in your hole; the contrast with the friction against your clit is driving you insane.

“Come on, you’re a padawan, you should be good at following orders.” Din taunts in response to your whines.

“P-please.” You say in a high-pitched voice, eyes wide with desperation.

Din chuckles. “Awwww, you’re so pretty when you beg.” He says condescendingly. Still standing painfully still with his member in you, he adds pressure to your clit and starts rubbing it faster.

This sends a shock through your core and your hips buck involuntarily.

Din leans over you. “I said no moving.” He barks while delivering a slap to your cheek.

You let out a yelp that turns into a moan, and Din feels your walls clench hard around his girth. “Fuck, you like that? You like it when I hit you? Shit, you really are a slut.”

His filthy words and rapid circling of your clit sends you over the edge and you scream out as you feel your orgasm flood through your core.

“That’s it. There you go, what a good girl.” Din praises as your climax overcomes you. You can feel your walls fluttering against his cock as he moans out.

Finally, he starts slowly moving his hips, dipping his cock in and out of your pussy. You let out a deep breath at the relieve you feel as he finally starts fucking your hole.

Your feeling of relief is short-lived, however, as his pace abruptly speeds up. You moan and cry out as you feel him completely fill your insides. “Ahhhhh!” You scream.

His pace is brutal, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into you. Din stares down at your torso. He’s so big that he can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

He grabs your arm and positions the palms of your bound hands flat on your belly. “You feel that baby? You feel how good and deep I load you up, how much I fuckin stretch you open?” Din says.

All you can do is moan in response. Your mouth is fully open and you’re unable to control the lewd noises falling off your lips.

Din is infatuated with watching his cock slide in and out of you. It turns him on so much watching your small body respond to his massive dick. He once again grabs your arm and yanks you to sit up. Putting his hand on the back of your head, he pushes you to look down at your cunt.

“Look at that, look how good your pussy s-swallows my fuckin cock.” Din grunts. “Look how– how much she’s squeezing me, fuck, you little slut, your cunt is perfect.” He says as he rams in and out of you. “She sucks it up so good. S-so hungry for my dick.”

Din cannot get enough of watching your tiny wet hole ingest his cock. He slams your torso back down on the bed as his breathing hitches and thrusts lose their rhythm. You can feel his cock twitching deep inside of you as he jackhammers into your cervix.

“Fuck fuck.” Din says under his breath as he pulls out of you and pumps his dick over your torso. He moans as he spews his warm cum all over your stomach and tits.

You lie there, panting and sweating, hands bound above your head, covered in his seed. Din chuckles. “Fuck, you look good like this.”

You may be able to beat him in battle, but he destroyed your pussy.

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“Thank you for having me at your academy, Master Skywalker.” Din says.

“Oh the pleasure was ours, Din. We look forward to having you again. I think it’s time that Mandalorians and Jedi begin to make amends and build a strong and lasting relationship. Don’t you agree, y/n?”

You look into Din's visor and bite your lip. “Oh, absolutely.”

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The Visit Part Two

This is Part Two of a three-part series

The Visit Part One

The Visit Part Three

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, fingering, dirty talk, alcohol consumption, hint of voyeurism, mentions of sex work

Summary: All you want to do is forget about your encounters with Din, so you go out with your friends in search of a quick hook-up to take your mind off of it. Upon seeing Din at the bar, you decide to try and give him a taste of his own medicine.

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You awake feeling well-rested. The sleep helped. You don’t feel as bad as you did last night, but you still basically want to crawl under a rock and die.

You can’t focus during your combat lesson with Luke, all you can think about is how much you want to erase the prior day from existence. Sensing your anxiety and distraction, your Master cuts the lesson short.

The two of you walk side by side out of the arena and down the corridor. Your sweating, your hair is a mess, and all you have on is a sports bra and spandex. All you want to do is get back to your room and shower.

You're walking beside Luke, looking down at your feet, barely registering what he is saying to you. You bring your head up and you almost faint at the sight of Din walking toward the two of you.

Panic engulfs you and you feel like turning around and sprinting in the opposite direction, but you’re stuck, stuck walking next to Luke, watching Din stride tall and confidently closer and closer.

“Din!” Luke says cheerfully as the three of you stop in your tracks.

“Hello, it’s nice to see you two again.” Din responds in his low voice as he brings his hand out and shakes Luke’s hand. You put on the saddest fake smile and shake Din’s hand, looking anywhere but into his visor.

“How was your visit with Grogu today?” Luke asks.

“It was great, thank you.”

“Well I’m very happy to hear that.” Luke says as the three of you continue your separate ways.

Your heart breaks at Din’s indifference toward you, and it makes you want to cry. It’s truly as if nothing happened between the two of you. He didn’t get the chance to fuck you yesterday so he went out and got a sex worker, and now, your existence means nothing to him.

Ugh why was he even here? Ever since you were a child the “no attachments” concept was drilled into you. Why is Luke letting this guy visit Grogu? Whatever. You need to do something to get your mind off of the situation.

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It’s Saturday night and your friends are forcing you to go out. At first you really don’t want to; your experience last night at the cantina was horrible, and you would prefer to avoid it all together. But you sip a few drinks with dinner and have a change of heart.

Instead of dwelling on this horrible situation, you figure that you should do something to distract yourself. Going out with your friends, letting loose, and hooking up with someone else will relieve your tension and hopefully make you forget about your regrettable encounters with Din. Screw him, you shouldn’t let yourself be sad over some random guy who didn’t give a second thought to you.

You decide to pregame the night, and are already quite tipsy by the time you and your friends arrive at the cantina. You look good, like, really fuckin hot. You’re wearing a simple, short, light pink silk dress.

The cantina is not as crowded as last night, but it’s still pretty busy. Your friends grab a table and you walk up to the bar to get a drink.

“Hey, y/n, how you doin tonight?” The bartender greets you.

“Great, thanks.” You say with a soft smile, thinking about what you want to order.

The bartender shifts over and continues talking to someone on the other side of the large Twi’lek standing next to you. “But yeah, wow, that’s really cool. You must get hot wearing all that–”

Just then, the Twi’lek grabs their drinks and walks away from the bar. You turn your head to see who the bartender is talking to, and it is none other than Din Djarin, standing just a few feet away from you. You don’t freak out as much as you think you might, and you have the alcohol in your system to thank for that.

“–Hey, y/n, do you know Mando? He’s visiting the Academy up the hill.” The bartender asks.

You turn to look at Din. “Mando? What’s th– ohhh. I get it. Mando as in Mando-lorian. Clever. Kind of. I mean, not really, but….Later!” You say to the bartender as you stutter your way out of that situation.

Fuck. That was so awkward, you didn’t even order a drink. You're embarrassed, but also hurt. Din didn’t say a word to you, not even a hello. His disregard for you makes you all the more determined to find a hot guy who can distract you from that beskar-covered jerk.

You do a lap around the bar, surveying your options. You spot a tall, handsome boy in a group of guys, probably tourists. Had you not been buzzed, and had that uncomfortable situation not just transpired, you would be very reluctant to just blatantly walk up to a stranger and introduce yourself. But you really don’t care; you know you’re hot and bagging him shouldn’t be any trouble at all.

His back is to you as you make your way to him, he’s talking way too loudly with his frat-boy friends. You gently run your hand down his bicep.

“Hi.” You say sweetly.

The boy turns around and his eyes widen as he looks you over. “Hey.” He says with an eager smile.

You grab his arm and get on your tippy toes, leaning in close to his ear. “Can you buy me a drink?”

“Yeah, a-absolutely!”

You and he walk up to the bar. Din is on the other side, and you notice he’s watching you. You do your best not to look at him, still you can’t help but glance at him every so often, and when you do, his visor is patently on you.

The boy you’re with puts his hand around your waist as you order your drink. “I’ll have a spotchka, please” You tell the bartender.

“Make it a double.” The boy says as he winks at the bartender.

You put your elbows on the bar in order to push your boobs up slightly. Gazing at you, Din observes one of the silky spaghetti straps of your dress fall from your prominent collar bone down your smooth shoulder. You make a point to leave it there a while before pulling it back up.

The bartender brings you your drink and you bring the glass up to your lips. Din watches as the boy puts his hand on the bottom of your glass and tips it upward, trying to get you to drink more. You swallow as fast as you can, trying not to choke as his hand continues tilting the bottom of the cup higher and higher. Din’s fist clenches at the sight of you coughing while some of the liquid falls out of your lips as your mouth overflows with the drink; it dribbles along your throat and runs down your chest. Coughing and trying to catch your breath, you set the drink on the bar as the boy looks at you with a satisfied half smile.

What a dick move. But honestly, you don’t care that he’s a asshole trying to liquor you up, you just need to get laid. In fact, if you’re going to be fucking this pretentious kid, you’ll need to be a little drunker.

“C’mon. Finish this and then let's go dance.” He says picking the glass up and bringing it back to your lips.

You chug what’s left and then, walking behind you, the guy guides you to the dance floor with his hands on your waist. You’re a little nervous as you realize that this area of the bar is closer to where Din is sitting, allowing him an even clearer and more direct view of you. His eyes stay glued to you the entire time you move through the cantina.

The boy pulls you against him and the two of you start grinding to the beat of the music. You can feel the alcohol warm your insides and ease your apprehension. Instead of trying your best to avoid looking at Din, you decide to do the opposite, and stare directly into his visor while you dance on this guy.

His hands are all over you. They make their way from your hips to your stomach, and they dance around your tits, pulling your soft silky dress as they explore your body. His lips are against your hair and he’s mumbling things in your ear that you’re not at all paying attention to.

It’s not too long before you feel his boner poking your ass. You bite your bottom lip promiscuously as you stare into Din’s helmet, the alcohol fueling your staring contest with him. *see gif* You’re relishing in this moment— in the fact that he is watching you dance on this hot guy.

To be honest, though, you really have no idea what Din is thinking or feeling, his helmet and his laid back position don’t tell a thing about where his head is at. It’s not even clear that he’s looking at you, but you can tell he is. You can tell that his eyes are locked on your form.

“Maker you’re so fuckin hot.” The boy whispers in your ear.

Din stands there watching you; watching this guy's skinny fuckin hands roam all over your pretty figure and smooth skin. He watches his hands run down your body and tease your inner thighs, right at the hem of the dress.

Then, Din observes him flick his head up, and turns to see that he is gesturing for his friends to watch. The kid's buddies are standing at the edge of the dance floor, elbowing each other, laughing and smiling, watching the drunk hot girl grind brazenly on their friend. Din looks at the stupid boys. He could kill them all so easily.

As he’s watching them, Din notices a few of their mouths drop, and looks back at you to find the guy you’re dancing on slowly lifting up your dress, exposing your black lace underwear as he nods at his friends and smiles.

Grinding on this guy, you feel slightly discouraged as Din breaks the staring contest to look elsewhere in the room. But then you see him abruptly get up and walk toward the dance floor. You lose him in the crowd, and then feel a large hand grab your upper arm and yank you away.

You trip over your feet but Din's hold on your bicep keeps you from falling forward. He doesn’t even look back at you as he drags you through the mass of people. Most move out of his way as soon as they see him coming, and those who don’t are shoved aside. He drags you out the door into the cold, dark air. Din finally propels you upward onto your feet after he turns into the dark alley next to the cantina.

“Din! What the fuck!” You’re finally able to yell.

“That fuckin guy was lifting your dress up in front of the entire bar.” He informs you in a frustration-laced voice.

“So?”

“So, you're okay with that? He was putting on a show for his friends.”

“….whatever.” You mutter looking down at your feet as your face turns red and shame creeps into your chest. You didn’t even realize the boy was doing that; you were so focused on keeping Din’s attention.

“Pfft, okay, if you’re fine with being paraded around by scummy guys–”

“I don’t need your slut shaming, Din. And speaking of sluts, why don’t you go find yourself one?”

Din pauses for a moment and you can feel the energy around you shift. He creeps closer to you, and you instinctively step back as he closes in on you until you’re against the brick wall, unable to move.

He lowers his voice. “Speaking of sluts, you said you were only one for me. So why the fuck are you letting that guy put his hands all over you?” Din says slowly as he grabs your shoulders and pushes you against the wall.

“Get off of me.” You return, trying to shake free from his grip and push him away.

Din grabs your wrists and slams your arms into the wall by your head, and he positions his knee tightly between your legs, inhibiting your movements completely.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Din purrs in your ear. “Were you jealous seeing me with that other whore? Aww, you left too soon, pretty girl.” He says as he begins rubbing his leg against your crotch.

“N-no...but I will say that it’s very audacious for you— a guest at the Jedi compound— to bring a sex worker back to your room.”

Din scoffs. “I’m not an idiot.” He spits out. “I didn’t bring her onto the estate. She sucked me off in the bathroom and then I left.”

“Well, congratulations.” Is all you can think to say

“I imagined it was you.” Din utters as he brings his helmet just inches away from your face. “Yeah, I imagined it was you on your knees on that filthy bathroom floor, gagging with my cock down your dainty little throat.” He says as one of his hands wraps around your neck.

You let out a whimper at his words, arousal shooting straight to your pussy as he continues to drag his thigh against your crotch.

“And then today, I jerked off the second I got back to my room after running into you and Luke. I couldn’t fuckin help myself, baby. It made me so fuckin hard seeing you like that. It was so fuckin cute how nervous and shy you were. You were panting and sweating, your hair was so messy, you were barely wearing a fuckin thing. I know that’s how you would look after I fucked you.”

His words turn you on more and more, pulses of arousal twitching your cunt.

“And I know that your Master thinks you’re a good little girl, huh. He doesn’t know how much of a fuckin whore you are, he doesn’t know that you asked me to tie you up and fuck you.”

A high-pitched moan flees your mouth, prompting you to take your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to keep it together.

“Come on, pretty girl.” Din growls as his hand slides down to your waist and grasps it tightly. “I said I’d show you how Mandalorians fuck, and I’m a man of my word.”

“Th-that why you hired a sex worker last night?” You say quietly, not wanting to let him off the hook for it just yet

“I didn’t know you were gonna be there, princess. I didn’t even know if I would see you again. I was ready to toss that bitch aside as soon as I saw you, but you fuckin bolted.”

Din moves his hand that was on your throat down to your groin, bringing his knee down slightly to make room for his fingers. You gasp as you feel his gloved digits rub your wet panties around your cunt.

“Come on.” Din breathes in your ear. “You’re dripping wet. You need to get a cock in this desperate fuckin pussy.”

“Ah-I have options.” You counter, trying to hold out for a little longer.

Din scoffs. “That boy in there can’t fuck you like I can and you know it.” He says as he pushes your panties to the slide, exposing your bare, wet pussy to the cold air. Din starts circling your clit as he picks up his head to watch your expression. Your mouth falls slightly open as breathy whines fall out.

“HEY!” You hear someone yell in the distance. “Mandalorian, what the fuck are you doing with my girl!”

Your head turns to see that guy you were grinding on approaching you and Mando. Great.

Just then, Mando starts pumping two fingers in and out of your hole fast. "Ah!" You inadvertently moan out.

“Get lost, kid.” Mando says casually as his arm clearly drives up and down under your dress.

Your mouth falls wide open at the sudden stretch and pounding of your hole, and you try your best to stifle your moans as you dig your nails into Din’s arm. You regrettably make eye contact with the kid as Din conspicuously continues his brutal finger fucking.

“N-no fuck you, we– we were dancing. Who do you think you are taking her from me?” Anger and offense cover the boy's face, pride shaken at the scene in front of him.

Din lets out an annoyed sigh. “If she wanted to go with you, she would. Now get the fuck out of here. Unless you want to watch her suck my cock.”

The guy grunts and turns around to walk swiftly out of the alley.

Din’s pace slows down just a tad, and you’re able to catch your breath. He leans his helmet against the wall next to your head. “Fuck. I wanna break that kid’s neck.” He whispers.

“Ah. You should.” You purr.

Din removes his hand from your cunt and takes a small step back. “Come on, baby girl. Let’s go back to my room” He says. Din walks to the center of the alleyway and then stops.

You take a few steps toward the street. “Okay...let's go.” You say softly, noticing that Din isn’t following.

“Come here.” He says holding his arm out.

Confused, you walk into his arm and he wraps it around you tightly.

“Hold on tight, okay?” He says as he motions for you to wrap your arms around him. Why is he taking you in for this awkward side hug? He just said he wanted to leave.

“Wha–”

Just then you’re lifted into the air, grasping onto Din for dear life as he jet-packs towards the Academy.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Visit Part Three

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The Visit

This is Part One of a three-part series

The Visit Part Two

The Visit Part Three

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, dubious consent, fingering, dirty talk, mentions of sex work

Summary: You are Luke Skywalker’s Padawan, training directly under him at his Jedi Academy. Din Djarin is staying at the compound for a few days to visit Grogu.

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“What does he look like?”

“He’s a Mandalorian. Big silver shiny armor. Can’t miss him.”

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Boy was he right. You spot Din as soon as you step into the cantina. He’s standing at the bar, leaning over it slightly. His visor catches your eye from across the room, and he stares at you for a while, looking you up and down, before turning his head back to the bar. He’s never seen someone so beautiful in this parsec before.

Your Master, Luke Skywalker, told you to meet Din at the cantina and escort him to the Jedi Academy. Luke had similarly informed Din that he was sending his Padawan to rendezvous.

You know all about Din Djarin. You know his whole deal with Grogu and the Darksaber, and his run-ins with the Empire and the Guild. The story of his miraculous rescue of Grogu made its way around the school after Luke brought the child back to the Academy.

The cantina that you’re at is located in the town that lies right outside the Jedi Academy compound. It’s a place that many students go to blow off steam and hang out.

You find yourself surprisingly nervous as you walk up to the tall intimating Mandalorian. “Excuse me.” You say.

“Not interested.” He says shortly without even looking at you.

”What?” You asked, confused.

“I said I’m not interested.”

“Not interested in what?”

”Your services.”

”My services?” You don’t understand. Is he wanting to travel to the grounds by himself? That’s not an option....he wouldn’t be permitted on the estate without an escort. Didn’t Luke tell him of this arrangement?

Din exhales, clearly annoyed, and finally turns to look at you. “Do I need to spell it out for you? I’m not looking for a whore.”

You stand there, completely dumbfounded, your mouth slightly open from shock. A whore? What the fuck?!!

In his defense, you are wearing a rather skimpy-looking outfit. You have on what is essentially a tennis skirt and a bandeau; it’s the hot season on the planet. Even so, this guy is an asshole.

You take a breath and put a fake smile on your face. “My apologies….Din Djarin.” You say in a suggestive manner. Turning around to leave, Din whips around and grabs your upper arm tightly, yanking you closer to him.

“How do you know that name?” Din loudly whispers in a demanding, low voice.

You’re not stupid, you know that his name is known only by a few. “My industry has very skilled people.” You respond, hoping he will get the hint that you are in fact not a sex worker, but actually the person he’s supposed be meeting.

”Are you telling me your brothel somehow got a hold of my name?” Din is pretty pissed. Is this what he gets from doing dealings with Jedi? His name gets leaked to brothels?

You let out a sigh as your eyes roll. You snatch your arm out of his grasp and move swiftly out the door into the street. What a jerk. This guy can find his own way to the compound.

Din tries to follow you, needing to know how a random whore got his name, but the streets are pretty crowded.

”Oh, Mr. Djarin!” Din hears someone say. He looks over his shoulder and sees Luke Skywalker approaching him.

“H-hi, Master Skywalker.” Din says, deciding to give up on his pursuit of you, after all, that’s not the reason he’s here.

“I’m surprised to see you here, did my Padawan not pick you up?” Luke asks.

“No. He never showed.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. Let me take you to the Jedi Temple.”

************************************* You hear your Master’s voice and footsteps nearing the empty lounge you’re sitting in. It’s a pretty big, dark lit room. There’s a conference table on one end, and an arrangement of couches and chairs spread across the place. It’s always empty, and you often use the area to meditate or exercise or just hang out. You pretend to look busy, eager for what’s about to occur.

“It is strange that my Padawan did not show up to greet you.” You hear Luke say behind the wall. He pokes his head around the door. “Ah, here she is.” He says walking into the lounge.

She? Din walks a few feet behind Luke. He turns the corner and walks through the door, freezing in his footsteps as soon as he lays eyes on you. There you are, the woman who approached him at the cantina….Luke’s Padawan.

You stare into his visor with a smug half smile on your face and slowly rise from your seat. You’re reveling in how taken aback he clearly is.

“Y/n, this is Din Djarin. I thought we discussed that you’d meet him at the cantina and escort him to the Academy? He says you didn’t show.” Luke says innocently as he stands between you and Din.

“Oh. I did go to the cantina. I guess I missed you.” You say slowly with your eyes locked on his helmet. “My apologies, Din Djarin.”

Din clears his throat. “Um n-no worries at all.” He chokes out. Shit! Din can’t believe he called you a whore. How did he not see the laser sword on your hip?

“Alright, well I’m gonna get to my meeting. Y/n, show Din around, alright?” Luke says.

“Of course Master.” You say with a slight bow of your head. You plant your gaze back on Din’s helmet as it rotates to watch Luke exit.

He slowly turns his look back to you, staring at him confidently with your hands on your hips.

“I’m sorry.” He says flatly through his modulator.

“For being such an asshole?” You say tilting your head.

“Yes. And assuming you were a prostitute.”

“There’s nothing wrong with sex workers. I’m not offended that you mistook me for one.” You say. But….why does it kind of turn you on that he thought you were a whore? Ugh and why does it turn you on that he is such a jerk??

There’s an awkward pause as you both stand there examining each other.

“So, you’re also a…Pawa-don?” Din asks, trying to fill the quiet. He has never been uncomfortable with silence before, in fact, he more often than not preferred it. But right now for some reason he feels different.

“Padawan.” You correct him. “And yes.”

“So are you doing the same training as the kid?” He further probes.

“Kind of. Grogu is more in the elementary stages of training. His focus is mainly on developing and fine-tuning his sensation with the Force. Most of my training nowadays centers around my lightsaber mastery and combat.” You inform him.

“Hm. Wonder when you’ll be good enough to battle me.” Din says casually as he takes a breath.

“What?” You ask.

“I said I wonder when you’ll be good enough in combat to put up a fight against me.”

Is he serious? Is he trying to provoke you? Even after the predicament he just found himself in with you? “Ha….um….I was good enough to fight you years ago.” You declare

Din looks at you for a moment. “I’m a Mandalorian.” He says simply.

“.....”

“The Mandalorian who wields the Darksaber. So you’re either overestimating your own ability or underestimating mine.”

You take a deep breath and take a step closer to him. “I know most people think that Mandalorians are the greatest warriors in the galaxy, but that’s because they don’t know of the Jedi Order. My connection with the force gives me strength that you will never know, that you will never be able to comprehend.”

Din takes a step closer to you. “That may be, but I have decades of combat experience that is simply unmatched by you, not to mention the most imperishable armour in the galaxy.”

“So what I’m hearing is that you would like to duel.” You say as you remove your saber from its holster and activate its blade. It’s a light lavender color, thin and sleek.

“That’s cute.” Din says. “Just a reminder, little girl. You were given that light saber. I won mine in battle.” He proclaims as he detaches his saber from his belt. *see gif*

“I made it. But fair point. Now enough talk, Mandalorian, are you ready to duel or what?” You say as you get into a battle stance.

Din holds his hand out. “If, by some miracle, you do happen to overpower me, don’t touch the saber. Bo-Katan is already mad enough that I have it, I can’t imagine what she’d do if a non-Mandalorian gets their hands on it again.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m well aware of the bizarre way that the ruler of Mandalore is chosen.”

“Alright then, princess, I won’t hold back.”

You feel heat rush through your core at those words. Princess. He won’t hold back. Uggh... focus! This guy has been demeaning you since the moment you met him, show him how powerful you are!

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You and Din battle for a good seven minutes, the two of you are pretty evenly matched, neither one of you gains the upper hand for very long. Just as you’re feeling your strength falter, you’re able to knock his saber out of his hands, and you push him onto the ground. Din tries to get up and reach for his saber but you plant yourself on top of him, straddling him. He looks up at you in defeat.

He takes a deep breath as you stare down at him. That’s when you notice the tent in his pants. You’re sitting on his legs so that his bulge is right above your crotch.

Adrenaline is pumping through your veins from your victory and a smile stretches across your face. “I have another quality that puts me at an advantage that I forgot to mention: your attraction to me and your primal desire to fuck me.” You say as you slowly place your hand on top of his clothed erection. You lean down and bring your face close to his helmet. “I bet your face is just bright red underneath this helmet of yours. Not only did you lose the battle, but your urges got the best of you.” You say in a condescending tone.

Din stares up at you, his chest moving up and down as he breathes.

“That’s where you and I differ.” You say. “A real warrior has self-control and self-restraint.”

Din moves his hands to your thighs and runs them up to your hips. “Who said I was trying to restrain myself?” He says in a raspy voice.

You’re a little caught off guard. You were teasing him, and this was not the reaction you were expecting. You thought he’d be embarrassed, you thought he’d want to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

“Face it.” You say after a pause. “You can’t repress your arousal, and your lack of self-control is a disadvantage to you.”

Din’s hands are still on your hips, and he pulls you up his body ever so slightly. “So since you have such great self-control, your panties wouldn’t happen to be wet right now, would they?” He inquires in a low, sultry voice.

You’re taken aback at his shameless words. “O-of course not.” You stutter as your confidence recedes.

“Let me see.” He demands flatly.

“What?” Did you hear him right? Your heart beat is pounding, you can’t tell if he’s joking around with you or not like you were doing with him.

“I said let me see.” Din says moving his gloved hands to the bottom of your skirt. “C’mon, pull this short little skirt up just a tad more and show me that your panties are dry.”

“N-no I–”

“Fine.” Din cuts you off. “I’ll do it myself.” He says as he removes one of his gloves. He then moves his bare hand under your skirt up to your pussy, easily pushing the thin panties you're wearing aside and planting two fingers inside your sopping wet folds.

You jerk at the contact of his soft skin on your sensitive pussy. “Din!” You exclaim. You grab his hand, but don’t move it.

Din chuckles. “Looks like you don’t have as much self-discipline as you claim.” He brings his other hand and cups your cheek. “Awwww, your face is just bright red right now.” Din mocks.

“W-whatever, you still lost.” You say out as you’re overcome with humiliation.

“Mmmmm. Congratulations.” Din says lazily as he removes his hand from your cunt and grabs your hips once again. “So, y/n. You showed me how Jedi fight. Let me show you how Mandalorians fuck.” He says as he pulls your hips and grinds you against his bulge.

Your panties are still pulled aside and the friction of his clothed erection against your clit makes you whimper.

“You– you wanna fuck me?” You ask hesitantly.

“Ha. Of course I wanna fuck you. Look at you.” He says as he lifts you off of him to stand up. Standing tall, he towers over you and brings his non-gloved hand to your chin, pulling it up gently to meet his gaze.

The unexpected and prompt shift in the power dynamic has you all turned around. Just moments ago, your confidence was through the roof. You were giddy claiming your victory against him, making fun of him for getting a boner during a duel. But the tone between the two of you has completely changed. He has you weak and timid, he’s looking down at your wide doe eyes as if you’re his prey.

“Come on, little Padawan. Practicing self-control is great, but let me show you what it’s like to lose all control over yourself.” Mando says as he wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him. “Cuz I would just love to tie you up and have my way with you.” He mutters. Dins hands slide down to your butt as he gropes your flesh, pulling you flat against him. “Let down your guard for just a moment and let me show you how rewarding it can be.” Din slips his bare hand back under your skirt to find your cunt even wetter than before. You let out a whimper and bat your eyes at him.

He starts slowly circling your clit, and moves his other hand up to caress your cheek softly. “Come on.” He whispers in your ear. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

High-pitched breaths are escaping your lips as he gently runs his thumb up and down your cheek bone.

“Can– can you not–” you breathe, sliding your hands up his chest.

“What. What is it?”

You pause for a moment. “Can you not be so gentle with me?” You say with slight embarrassment.

Din scoffs, “Oh baby girl, you’re gonna regret saying that.” He says as he grabs a fist full of your hair and roughly pulls your head back, exposing your delicate neck to him.

This harsh action sends shocks to your pussy. “Didn’t you say something about tying me up?” You purr with a slight smile, looking up into his visor.

“So I was right about you being a filthy fuckin whore.” Din spits as he shoves a finger inside of you, his thumb rubbing against your clit.

“Y-yeah, but only for you.” You whine as your eyes fall closed and high-pitched moans begin escaping your lips.

“Ohh that’s right baby.” Din praises. He’s so turned on by the way you’re speaking and responding to his touch, and he loves the impact he has on you. How you so quickly went from a confident fighter when he lost to you, to a shy little girl when he started teasing you, to a dirty slut once he got his hands in your panties.

He starts pumping his finger faster and you can hear the lewd noises your obscenely wet pussy is making. Your mouth opens even more with your moans becoming more pronounced and your back arches. You’re standing pressed flat up against him, he’s basically holding you up on your toes with one arm as his other hand drives into your cunt.

You can feel your orgasm just beginning to climb when you suddenly hear a beep on your watch’s intercom. It jolts you back to reality.

“Y/n, are you at the lounge? I’m heading back there now.” Your Master says through the intercom.

“Shit.” You say as you push Din’s chest, pulling yourself off of him. “I should have shown you to your accommodation by now.” You say as you frantically start looking around your feet for your saber. By the time you grab it and look up for Din, he has already made his way out the back exit.

You attach your saber to your hip as you try to steady your breathing, disoriented from the abrupt conclusion of whatever it was you were doing with Din. You hear Luke’s footsteps approaching as you quickly try to put your panties back in place, growling at how soaked they are. You’re praying that your Master doesn’t notice the wetness that has been smudged on your inner thighs.

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You cannot believe what you did with Din. No one has ever done anything like that to you before. You get hit on all the time— you’re gorgeous— but you are almost never interested enough to give them the time of day. But Din? He had his fingers in your pussy after knowing you for ten minutes. How did he do that!?

It’s the early evening. You lie in your bed visualizing the events over and over again, heat pooling in your core as you replay the dirty things he said to you.

While it fuels your arousal, you also feel uneasy about the interaction. He left so quickly, and he left without saying a word to you, almost like nothing had happened. You hope that Din doesn’t think less of you, that he doesn’t think you’re some hussy who is easily persuaded into letting guys she just met finger fuck her.

You are pulled away from your anxious thoughts when you hear your intercom going off. It’s your friends talking about what they’re doing tonight. You don’t really care to pay attention, but you sit straight up in your bed when you hear something about that “Mandalorian who’s visiting the Academy,” and how he’s “at the cantina in town.”

You jump out of bed and without even thinking, you grab a sweater and head toward the parlor.

Your heart is beating on the chilly walk there. You hope he’s surprised to see you, you hope he’s excited to see you. You’re gonna act casual, yeah, like you didn’t even know he was there. No big deal! You’re just going to the cantina to hang with your friends. And then you see eachother, and bing bang boom, you guys are back in your room fucking while he calls you his little slut. Yes. This is gonna go great.

It’s a Friday night and the cantina is bustling. People are dancing, drinking, and gambling. It’s so loud that you can barely hear yourself think. As you make your way through the rowdy crowd, you spot Din’s helmet over the hordes of people. He is sitting in a somewhat secluded booth in the corner of the restaurant.

You proceed a few steps forward, lightly pushing people to get through the crowd, and then, your heart drops. He’s not sitting alone. There’s a girl, a woman, a sex worker, wrapped in his arm.

You stand there for a moment as everything goes quiet, you stare at Din and the beautiful woman in a tight short dress sitting beside him. She’s talking to him, saying things into the side of his helmet as he sits there looking forward with his arm casually draped around her, man spreading and all.

Din’s head turns and that’s when he notices you, standing there among the crowd of people in that same short high waisted skirt and a cropped sweater of the same color.

You feel something fall deep in your chest as you realize that he sees you. You blink a few times as the rest of your senses come back, humiliation and embarrassment overcoming you as you quickly turn around and stumble out of the bar.

You make your way into the dark street and take a few deep breaths before running back to the Academy. You're fighting off tears as you feel the cold air pinching every bit of your exposed skin.

You can’t believe that you let yourself become smitten by someone who was such an asshole. He mistook you for a whore, he insulted your combat skills, he pressed you to let him fuck you! You should have expected this.

A tear rolls down your cheek. Why did you think he liked you? He didn’t. He didn’t like you. And he didn’t want to fuck you, he just wanted to fuck someone, and you were the closest one to him. You let him use you. He must do this kind of shit all the time with women, you were nothing special.

You get back to your room and bury yourself under your covers, wanting to escape so badly from this reality.

TO BE CONTINUED

The Visit Part Two

The Visit Part Three

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Grogu walking

The serotonin I derive from watching his little waddle is unmatched

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The Open Hatch

The Mandolorian x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, degradation/humiliation, daddy kink, dirty talk, voyerism, mutual masterbation kind of

Summary: Mando agrees to help Toro Calican catch a bounty so that he can gain entry into the Guild. After Toro expresses interest in you, Mando decides to show him who you belong to.

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You and Mando have been together ever since he hired you as his permanent mechanic a few months back. Mando couldn’t help himself around you— you were so beautiful and shy, but he could tell you had a sultry edge to you. You relished in his advances; he had you wrapped around his finger as soon as he made a move. He was a big strong bounty hunter who could fuck you like no one else. Thus began your lust-filled relationship. You and Mando travel the galaxy, he catches bounties and you attend to his piece of crap ship (of which would not be flying without you).

The Crest docs on Tatooine and the two of you are greeted by Toro Calican, a young man with whom Mando agreed to help catch a bounty so that he could get into the Bounty Hunters’ Guild.

Descending the ramp, you introduce yourselves to the overly confident, but pretty handsome boy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Toro says, shaking your hand and gazing deep into your eyes.

“Likewise.” You respond with a soft smile. You turn to Mando. “I’m gonna get started on some repairs, it shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes.”

Toro tears his eyes away from you and motions to Mando. “How’s about you and me head to the Cantina down the street to talk business while she does her work?” Toro says.

Mando lets out a sharp exhale. “Fine.” He says shortly.

He didn’t even want to be doing this. There’s a zero percent chance he would have agreed to help Toro if it weren’t for you. Supervising some kid on a bounty hunt was the last thing he wanted to do. But you convinced him. You thought it was a nice thing to do for a kid just trying to make it on the harsh desert planet. Also, Toro only wanted this job to get into the Guild, so the deal was that Mando would get the entirety of the reward. Thus, you reasoned with Mando that there was no legitimate argument for not lending a hand.

While you’re getting started on repairs, Mando and Toro head to the Cantina and sit at a table.

“So that mechanic of yours...she’s really something.” Toro says, somewhat hesitantly.

Mando just stares back at him.

”How do you get anything done with someone like that around all the time?” Toro asks, trying to gauge Mando’s reaction. But he is once again met with a silent glare in response.

“Well, I’m just letting you know that I'm gonna ask her out.” Toro says after waiting a while for a reply. “.....I’m assuming you two aren’t together or anything.....I mean.....since you’re a Mandalorian and she’s clearly not.....so.” Toro sits up straighter. “But don’t worry, Mando! I’ll take good care of your mechanic for you.” He says with a cocky smile.

“Are we doing this job or what?” Mando says in a deep tone, completely ignoring everything Toro just said.

Toro takes a breath in. “Yeah, yeah. Here is the puck. She’s an assassin. Killed mostly for the Empire.”

Mando glances at the hologram on the table in front of him. “You don’t have the tracking fob yet, right?” He says to Toro.

“Yeah. I’ve gotta grab it from Karga. I wanted to meet with you first and, ya know, confirm everything before I claimed it.” Toro responds.

“Alright, go get the fob and then meet me back at hangar three-five. We’ll take my ship.” *see gif*

“Sounds great, partner.” Toro says excitedly.

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You hear the hatch open and Mando walks in just as you’re finishing your repairs. “Hey.” You say casually, putting your tools down.

Mando creeps towards you. “Hey there, pretty girl.” He says in a suggestive tone. His eyes are all over you. He grabs your waist and yanks you into him. His hands slide down to your butt and he lightly grinds his growing bulge against your stomach. You feel your arousal rise in your core.

“What are you doing?” You say, somewhat caught off guard at his brazen actions. While this behavior is not out of the norm for Mando, the time of day is a little unusual.

“Nothing, I’ve just been fuckin hard for you all day.” He says slipping his hands into your shorts and inching his hand toward your crotch.

“Mando, the hatch is open.” You say, squeezing his biceps.

“Peli just left, and the droids aren’t powered up. Come on baby girl just let me fuck you.” Mando purrs as his gloved fingers make contact with your clit. He chuckles. “See, you’re already soaking wet. You want this.” Mando declares. He starts circling your swollen clit with more and more pressure. Your eyes fall close and a moan escapes your lips.

“Don’t– don’t you have a job to do with that kid?” You ask.

Mando hums. “I have time. I’ll always make time to fuck this needy little cunt of yours.”

“Mandoohh.” You whine out as his middle finger begins pumping in and out of your hole. You grasp his arms and your head falls back. Your hips start bucking as your pussy itches to feel more.

Mando scoffs. “My desperate little whore.” He mutters.

Mando abruptly lifts you off your feet and walks you to a large metal box on the floor by the hatch, fingers still in your folds. He roughly bends you over the crate and you can feel his erection pushing against your ass. Yanking your shorts and panties down, Mando takes his dick out of his pants and begins rubbing his tip through your slick.

The two of you are in the hull of the ship, directly in front of the open door. You’re positioned facing the back of the ship so the door is to your left and the wall is to your right.

Your mouth drops open and you scream out as Mando shoves his entire length all the way into you. He wraps his massive gloved hand around your fragile neck as he sets his pace. “You’re such a good fuckin girl. Such a good fuckin cocksleve for me baby.” Mando praises.

You whimper in response as your eyes flutter closed. Your chest and cheek are flat against the cold metal crate and you’re facing the wall.

Mando reinforces his grip on your neck as he sees Toro slowly approaching the ship. Toro isn’t sure if he’s seeing what he thinks he is. The sun is setting, and the only light in the hangar is a small dim bulb on the wall. It sounds like Mando is torturing you, or hurting you at the very least. But once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, all Toro can do is stand in shock as he watches you get plowed by Mando.

Mando flicks his head up at Toro, greeting him in a way. And then he returns his visor to your head, which his grip is forcing to face the wall. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, baby girl.” Mando commands in a noticeably louder voice.

“You! D-daddy! You ow– own me!” You respond almost automatically, completely oblivious to your new audience.

Mando turns his stare back to Toro, who is still standing in awe. “Only I get to fuck this tight little cunt of yours, isn’t that right?” He says looking directly at the dumbfounded kid.

“Ah! Yes– Fuck! Just– just you!” You moan back. Mando is rhythmically driving into you, stuffing you full each time his cock enters your pussy.

“Fuck, baby.” Mando grunts as he delivers a swift spank to your ass cheek. “Tell me how much you wanna be a good girl for me.” He orders.

“I– I wanna be such a– a good girl for you, daddy. Ah! I w-wanna be your fucktoy. I want you to– fuck– use me however you want. I wanna milk your– ahh– milk your cock whenever you’ll let me.” You whine throughout the harsh thrusts.

Toro stands there, listening to the downright filthy things that are coming out of your seemingly innocent mouth. He knows you don’t know he’s there, and he can’t believe that Mando can elicit such dirty words from you.

“Fuck! Harder! Daddy, please!” You scream, gripping the edges of the crate.

“Yeah? You want me to drive my big cock even deeper into this tight fuckin pussy?” Mando moves his hand from your neck onto your hips in order to better his grip on your waist and fuck you even harder.

Feeling the release of his hold, you take the opportunity to flip your head around so that you’re facing the open hatch.

That’s when you see him. Your eyes widen at the sight of Toro standing at the base of the ramp, a dark scowl dons his face. “Mando!!” You shout. You bring your chest up and try to stand up straight but Mando no sooner slams you back down, maintaining his steady pace slamming into you. You’re overcome with humiliation, but you know that Mando is getting a dark twisted pleasure out of this situation. You whimper.

“Let him watch, baby girl.” Mando brings his hand to your face and cups your chin. “Look at him. He wanted to fuck you, yeah. Let that little boy watch your pretty face while I fuck you into oblivion.” Mando says between his teeth.

Your eyes meet with Toro’s and you’re unable to look away. Toro keeps his furious gaze locked on your eyes even as you cry out and your head is propelled upward with each thrust.

Noticing how Toro’s stare is fixated on your face, Mando shoves two of his fingers into your mouth, further exhibiting his dominance over you. You suck his digits while letting out muffled moans.

Toro is heated. Mando had clearly set him up to walk in on him fucking you. Part of his brain is telling him to leave, but another part of him really, really wants to watch. He’s never been more aroused in his entire life. Watching you— your feeble petite body bent over a crate, completely unable to move, pussy stuffed with cock, mouth stuffed with fingers, tears rolling down your desperate pretty face— he can’t help but stay and watch you.

“You fuckin love this, baby girl, don’t you? You like being a filthy little slut in front of that prick, isn’t that right?” Mando mocks as he continues to plunge his length in and out of your tiny hole.

“Y-yes!” You screech out. The fact that Toro didn’t bolt the second he saw you, the fact that he is unapologetically staying and observing, somehow stimulates you even more. You’re so turned on by how sinfully Mando is flaunting you— parading his possession of you— in front of Toro. You’d be embarrassed if Toro wasn’t standing there, shamelessly taking it.

“She has the tightest pussy in the galaxy, Toro. Tell him, baby girl. Tell him how– how tight your little cunt is.” Mando instructs you.

“Ahh! It’s s-so tight. Fuck!” You sob.

Toro growls as his rage grows stronger. Mando is taunting him, shoving what he can’t have in his face, and making a point to ensure that he knows just how good that thing is, just how much he is missing out on. But Toro doesn’t want to be a mere pawn in Mando’s fucked up sexual game. If he’s going to stand here, getting mocked by Mando, he may as well get something out of it. Toro unzips his pants and releases his hardening girth. He starts stroking his dick, eyes still locked with yours. Hate-fucking his member with his hand, Toro’s eyes are full of lust for you and fuery for Mando; the combination of these battling emotion makes him even harder.

Watching Toro flagrantly take out his cock and start pumping it while peering into your soul as you get fucked out of your mind sends shock waves through your core.

“Ha. Look at that, baby, you’re such a dirty fuckin whore that you have him jerkin off to you getting railed.” Mando says in a demeaning tone. “Tell him how much of a cockslut you are for me.” Mando orders. He spanks your butt cheek when you don’t immediately comply. “Do it.”

Mando’s degrading words spur you on and something comes over you. This renewed wave of arousal makes you want to provoke Toro further— make him harder. You raise your head up slightly and perch your lips. “Ah! I’m such a– a whore for daddy, I let’em do whatever he wants to me.” You inform Toro in a pouty little girl voice. “I’m always– ah– always so hungry for his big cock, a-and he fucks my– my tight wet pussy s-so good. Fuck!” Unlike before, these aren’t remarks that you are barely managing to mumble out. You’re emphasizing each word and speaking in a higher-than-normal pitched tone. And you aren’t saying these vulgar things because simply Mando told you to, no, you are putting on a show for Toro. A show that you know makes both him and Mando even hornier.

“Yeah. An obedient little thing she is.” Mando grunts as his hand sends another harsh slap to your reddened ass cheek.

Toro’s breathing picks up as he pumps his cock faster. Your filthy words inciting a more intense mixture of rage and arousal deep within him. “Fuck you, Mando.” He spits out. Toro’s offense and anger at the situation serve to make him even harder and also satisfy Mando even further.

“Pfft, she’s fuckin me just fine.” Mando returns.

Mando violently pulls your upper body up off the box so that you’re standing flat against him. One of his hands is tight on your throat, holding your body up, and the other of his hands is on your pussy, fingers circling your swollen clit.

You scream out at the new sensation against your neglected bud and your eyes fall shut as you finally feel your orgasm climbing.

Mando turns his head and stares down at Toro. Even though there’s nothing in the world that Toro would rather be looking at than you, Mando’s look somehow compels Toro to meet his gaze and look into his visor as he fucks you. “You can watch, you can listen, I bet you can even fuckin smell her sweet cunt, but you’ll never lay a finger on her.” He says, Toro looking into Mando’s visor as Mando is vigorously rubbing your clit and impelling your hole.

Toro just glares back at him, pumping his dick faster and faster.

“Please, please! Let me cum, daddy. Please!” You beg, desperate for release.

“Oh, no, baby girl. This punk can watch you get fucked if he wants to, but only I get to watch you cum.” Mando knows exactly what he’s doing by edging you— letting Toro watch you approach your orgasm, only to deprive him of the ultimate pleasure of watching your climax completely overtake you.

“Ah!” Toro grunts, frustration boiling at the loss of spectating your climax. It's like his pleasure is linked to yours, watching you approach your orgasm, he was on the verge of cumming along with you, right before Mando kicked the stool out from under him.

“But he’s gonna watch me fill you up— brand you with my seed nice and good.” He says in a low voice.

You can’t muster up a response. Your mouth is agape and your eyes are screwed shut. Mando is ramming into you at an impossible pace; all you can feel is his cock destroying your insides. He thrusts deep into you a few more times and you can feel his girth twitch against your clenching walls.

“Ahhhh fuckk!” Mando groans as you feel him ejaculate his warm cum deep inside of you.

A few seconds later, Toro cums, biting his cheek to muffle his moans.

You pant and fall forward onto your hands over the box as Mando releases his grip on you.

The two men put themselves back in their pants while you’re bent over the box, completely disheveled, trying to catch your breath with your panties and shorts still at your ankles.

Your body is shaking as Mando gently pulls you onto your feet. He holds you up while softly pulling your clothes back up your legs and buttoning your pants for you. Mando tenderly pushes some hair out of your face and behind your ear. “D’ya get the fob?” Mando asks casually, keeping his loving gaze on you.

Toro takes a deep breath. “Yeah.” He says. Toro walks into the ship and heads up to the cockpit. You turn to walk to your sleeping quarters.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Mando says softly, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him. “I’m sorry. I’m gonna make you cum tonight— I’m gonna make you cum hard tonight, okay? Don’t worry. I’m gonna eat that sweet little cunt of yours all night long.”

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Writer’s Tag Game

Rules: Answer some or all of the questions below. Tag some of your writer friends. Enjoy!

1. Link to your Masterlist (and please link to your fic when you answer below).

2. Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc.)

3. Favorite character to write for.

4. Which of your works is your favorite?

5. Which of your works was more popular than you thought it would be?

6. Which work is less popular than you thought it would be?

7. Which of your works was the hardest to write? Why?

8. What is your favorite fanfic by someone else?

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Ok, me (@mandosmistress) first:

1. Link to your Masterlist (and please link to your fic when you answer below if possible).

2. Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc.) Fav: Smut with a bit of plot. Least fav: Fluff and Prompts. I suck at prompts.

3. Favorite character to write for. My space husband, Din Djarin. 💕

4. Which of your works is your favorite? Tattoo My Heart. Really happy how it turned out. Readers gave a lot of input which helped me a lot.

5. Which of your works was more popular than you thought it would be? King of Swords. I wasn’t really that happy with it when I put it out there, but readers seem to really be enjoying it. Also, You Taste Like Rain is by far my most popular one shot and I don’t know why. I like it, but it’s weird how it blew up.

6. Which work is less popular than you thought it would be? When She Fell From the Sky.

7. Which of your works was the hardest to write? Why? Lately WSFFTS. Lower interest makes it hard to get inspired to write, but I do want to finish it.

8. What is your favorite fanfic by someone else? Lately, it’s In the Dark by Coreychick on ao3. This one has really stuck with me and lives rent free in my brain. I also love Stitches by @djarinsbeskar

No pressure tags:

@lellowberry @blueeyesatnight @anaaaispunk @firstofficerwiggles @novemberrain221 @studyofawearymind @queen0fchaos @tobealostwanderer @gaiuswrites @writeforfandoms @mandos-sluts @june-girl-86 @bunniesofsteel @danniburgh @brandyllyn

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We're so honored to be included in this 💛🖤

1. Link to your Masterlist

2. Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc.) All we write is smut lmao (but it's smut with a story ❤️)

3. Favorite character to write for. As of right now we have only written for Mando/Din however we may be branching out soon!!

4. Which of your works is your favorite? Winry here!! My favorite piece so far is The Escort. I like the reader's backstory of being a Jedi and participating in the labor market for sex work. Euphy's favorite is The Salacious Cantina.

5. Which of your works was more popular than you thought it would be? The Missing Glove (part one) is our most popular fic so far, which I guess surprises me a little bit because it doesn't contain a ton of dialogue or very explicit smut, but I think the idea of the story is something people really like.

6. Which work is less popular than you thought it would be? The Botched Mission. idk maybe it's because the reader is part of the Empire 😬

7. Which of your works was the hardest to write? Why? The Payment Part Two. We put off writing this one for a while, which I think is because it's smut from beginning to end, which isn't as fun to write as the build up to the smut is.

8. What is your favorite fanfic by someone else? Fuck there are so many that we love (take a peek at our likes to see them all!) I really like Waiting Up by @auty-ren and right now I'm really excited about King of Swords by @mandosmistress

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"Grogu"

My absolute favorite moments in The Mandalorian are Grogu reacting to his name