So... i got hit by a kriffing car while on the sidewalk. It's almost a year of rehab now. I've got so many WIPS in progress — feel free to send in any new requests. :) ~★Ka'ra★ ❤️🩹
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🌟💀 The Bad Batch 💀🌟
No pairings or reader:
☆. Drunken Tatts with Wrecker and Crosshair (HC) [138 words]
☆. What If: "Crosshair and Tray Throwing" (HC) [GIFs]
☆. What If: "Crosshair & Bounty Hunting" (HC)
☆. Echo 'falls' just like his Domino Twin (HC)
☆. Echo & Tech "Haircut" [938 words]
☆. Tech Lives (HC ish)
Pairings 《OC or Reader》 | {No uses of "Y/N".}
Hunter:
☆. Princess!Reader "It's Always Been You" (ongoing)
[Part 1], [Part 2], [Part 3], [Part 4]
☆. F!Reader "Our Love For Nature Connects Us" (coming soon)
Tech:
☆. M!Reader "Cute Interest" (coming soon)
Wrecker:
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Echo:
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Crosshair:
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🌠🌌🫡 The Clone Wars: 🫡🌌🌠
104th (Wolfpack) 🐺:
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Coruscant (Corrie) Guard 🦊:
Armour Designs:
☆. Fox & The Corrie Guard (misc. fun fact)
☆. Fox? 🦊. (misc. fun fact)
501st (Boys in Blue) 🦅:
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212th (Golden Boys) 🔆:
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👀🙇🏻♀️🗣 Misc. Topics 🗣🙇🏻♀️👀
☆. How To On "Hiding Links Behind Words in Tumblr Description" Lol welcome to the 'I'm new to Tumblr and am not Tech☝🏼 savvy' club
☆. How do people get pictures and GIFs from TCW and TBB episodes???
More Dathomir younglings, I love love love drawing them!
+I had a lucid memory of 11 year old me practising Aikido with my jedi braid and younger kids being annoying in class, I think I was as patient as Obi-Wan.
i’m begging on my knees for marrok crumbs, be it head cannons or a one shot. i love him so much… the way orugadraws draws him has me like “omg he’s so pretty boy i wanna smooch him) like the only stuff i see for marrok is nsfw… fluffy marrok perchance?
The way I rubbed my hands together like an evil fly when I saw this request lol. I love Marrok and he definitely needs wayyy more content.
I didn’t have much time since I had to go to work lol. Will do a pt 2 if you babes want
Warnings: none. Marrok headcanons ⋆˚꩜｡
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-Marrok is a very private person, only allowing one other person into his space. Crow
-he’s not one for conversation, especially if it’s something that doesn’t interest him, or if he doesn’t gain anything from it
-I imagine he has a very deep voice, but it’s smooth, with a slight rasp to it. Maybe a faint hint of an accent with certain words
-Will not remove his helmet in the company of anyone who isn’t his closest confidant.
-enjoys a cup of Caf in the morning, leaning towards tea when he’s getting ready to go to bed. He’s strict with his routine, and will not skip it. Unless he truly has to
-when it comes to relationships, he’s hesitant. The last time he ever allowed himself to show emotion, or trust openly, he was betrayed and hurt
-he’s the type to court you, isn’t into one night stands or hook up culture in general. And hates cheaters or those who like to play with someone’s emotions
-I also imagine him not being fond of physical touch. Trauma being the reason behind this. Steps back when someone apart from Crow gets too close
-his apartment is neat, everything has a place and always makes sure to put it back when he’s done with said item. His bedroom is his sanctuary. He meditates in there and it’s the only space he allows himself to feel. To truly let go of his emotions and stress
-for some reason I head canon that he has really deep, dark brown eyes, a pale blue, or a deep yellow. I truly can’t decide lol. Purple bags sit underneath them from lack of sleep and staying up for days on end for missions
-I could also see him applying a line of black eyeliner to his water line. Smearing it just a little bit to give him a slightly messy look.
-his hair is unkempt, mostly due to the fact he wears his helmet all the time. Doesn’t style it, usually runs his hands through it if he doesn’t have a comb or brush on hand
-has a large back piece tattoo, and a few patch work ones down his arm. Has two matching ones with crow
-his hands are soft despite the callouses. The tops are littered with scars and bruises. Constantly has scabbed over knuckles. If someone asks about it, he just shrugs and walks off
-bi or pansexual. Still trying to figure that out himself. He likes who he likes (*cough, crow, cough*)
-loves to read and study in his down time. He’s a homebody, and truly enjoys doing almost everything from the comfort of his home.
-back to relationships, isn’t the one to argue or raise his voice. Gets frustrated sure, but would never take it out on you. Would take a few minutes to calm down and then have a sit down conversation about the issue at hand.
-has a few beauty marks scattered on his face. One on his neck and then a few on his chest.
-lean, but strong. Has abs, not super detailed but enough to be seen when he flexes. His biceps are sculpted, but once again, not to a crazy extent.
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p. s thank you for introducing me to orugadraws. He is STUNNING
The object comparisons are things of an equivalent weight, not things you can cut with the swords. Just saying so to preemptively stop cursed comments.
Right after Omega acquired her bow in the show, there was almost unanimous consensus that of all Clone Force 99’s members, Crosshair would be the best archery teacher for Omega. First of all: I love that idea, second of all - it lives in my mind rent free every since it first appeared!
This is an idea that was sitting at the back burner for quite a while. I wanted to merge my archer!Crosshair… fixation with @transformersluna’s TBBmodern!AU AKA Crosahair was a promising olympic-level archer, however military service made him postpone his venture into professional competitive sports but once he got back from the military he picked it up again!
Warnings: Smut! MDNI (18+), Oral, intercourse, fingering- mild BDSM, slight sensory deprivation, masterbation, swearing, unprotected sex- pls wrap before you tap. Not proofread 🥲
A.N: inspired by the iconic Slave 4 U song by Britney Spears enjoyyyyyyy ❤️🔥
Please let me know what else you guys would like! I do have a few other fics on the back-burner (for now!) that I'll start to post soon and just let me know if you'd liked to be tagged in further works too ✨
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When you finally came to, it was with a throbbing headache and a chill over your skin. There were faint streams of light pouring into the room you were on the floor of but otherwise it was dark. Your hands sunk into plush fabrics- far too glamorous for the room that you were in.
You then slowly sat up, brows furrowing at your attire- or lack of since you were in virtually nothing but underwear. The soft clinking noise that came from your wrists confused you even more, bounded and chained from the wall.
“What in the stars…” you muttered. Doors opened and you jumped, curling up as far as you could on the bed and pulling the fabric to cover you as best as possible.
“She’s awake.” The person by the opened door called out before sending you an intense glare. “We will bring you to him.” As they got closer, the further you tried to move away but they unlocked your chains from the wall and dragged you out your cell and through what felt like endless tunnels.
As you looked around, trying to understand where you were, the person handed you over to someone else. “The mighty Jabba The Hutt!” He bellowed as your chains were tugged upon and you fell to your knees as the Hutt dragged you towards him. You groaned and let out a gritted scream, pulling back and trying to fight against the unbeatable strength of Jabba. But it was no use.
The Hutt laughed at your helplessness, you eventually gave in once exhaustion took hold of your arms and couldn’t fight back anymore. The realisation settled in when you looked up to him, how you were betrayed by a trusted member of your Royal Court, the dull ache from your head still remained, remembering that something struck the back of your head.
“A debt. Handsomely paid.” Jabba laughed. “My newest prized possession. You will entertain me and others well.”
You looked down at the shackles on your wrists and sighed.
From a princess to prisoner.
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Din did his very best to avoid any jobs tied to the Hutt family.
But when the transmission came through for how many credits he’d earn for completing a job for them, he and his morals couldn’t refuse.
Upon landing in the swampy atmosphere, he was greeted by a creature that commanded a check over of his ship and of him. “I was requested.” Din’s voice droned through his helmet.
“We cannot be too safe.” The creature explained before curtly nodding when Din was cleared. He walked through the endless tunnels of the palace, hand close to where his blaster was holstered as he kept his wits about him.
The doors opened and he was instantly greeted with Jabba looking down upon him, but what caught Din’s attention was at the end of chains that were being tightly gripped by him.
You looked up through heavy eyes, your heart starting to race with hope that someone was sent to rescue you- you didn’t know how many days it had been. He greeted Jabba and your heart sank, arms and head involuntary moving like a puppet as Jabba moved his while talking.
Din kept his body faced forward but his eyes remained on you the whole time, absorbing every single inch of you. He had never had the privilege of seeing someone like you before. It also helped the fact you were in next to nothing, suffocating Din in the swampy, humid atmosphere even more. He was thankful his helmet hid most of his ogling eyes and blushing cheeks.
“Ahh The Mandalorian. Have you accepted my task?” Jabba asked.
Din still had his eyes on you, not like anyone could tell from behind his mask. “I have.” He replied and Jabba chuckled, your body jolting at the reaction. It caused Din to swallow hard as he watched, his mind starting to wander.
If a gentle tug could cause your body to react like that, Din considered just what reaction he could have over it.
“Excellent. Credits will be paid upon your successful return.” He explained.
Din nodded once and placed his hands on his hips, thumbs laced under his belt. “Who’s your friend in the chains?” He motioned to you and your head snapped up. Din felt a chill down his spine the second your eyes met his helmet.
Jabba sinisterly smirked and pulled on the chains, dragging you to your feet before pushing you slightly forward towards the mandalorian. You almost tripped over yourself as you tried to scrape an ounce of modesty together enough to cover yourself as best you could as you faced the gaze of the man in the armour.
“A prized possession of mine. Bow.” He commanded as he tugged your chains and you complied. When you stood up straight again, Din noticed your eyes glossing over. Jabba pulled you back to him, the boy in the beskar armour noticed you grimace and wince in both disgust and pain. “She dances and entertains me and my guests so wonderfully.”
“I’m sad to not have the honour.” Din mentally kicked himself for his thoughts escaping.
“Perhaps upon your return.” Jabba suggested as you lay back down again with the same sad look upon your face that caused Din’s chest to become tight. Your silent plea for help having a hold on him.
“Perhaps.” Din repeated before turning on his heel and was about to leave, but an idea came to mind. “Or perhaps we could come to another arrangement, Jabba.” Din slowly turned around and sauntered forward again. “Instead of all those credits, I’ll accept her as payment.”
Your eyes widened and your body froze in place, arms ridged as Jabba laughed at the Mandalorians bold ask. “Bring me three more and I may consider.” He demanded.
Din looked at him and then to you again. He licked his lips together and smirked.
“Consider it done.”
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You lay on the plush fabric and stared at the ceiling. Days had passed since you had been used as a bartering chip between Jabba and the Mandalorian.
You had heard tales of them.
The wonder. The bloodshed. The secrecy.
Never had you had the privilege to see one in the flesh. Much less request you as payment.
Your thoughts carried you away, what he would do if he was successful and took you away from the hell you currently resided in. You’d hope he would have felt the dismay radiate from you and have enough pity for you that he’d take you home.
Your thoughts then turned to who was hiding behind the mask, the face behind the voice. You wondered if he was handsome, you could already tell he was strong from how much his metal plates were practically bulging.
Your hand that was resting on your bare stomach slowly creeped down practically on its own to the barely there skirt, your fingers dancing over the fabric as you closed your eyes, heart slowly starting to beat faster as you thought of the mysterious Mandalorian and all the things he could do to you.
And then you took the plunge and slipped your fingers underneath your underwear and bit down on your lip. Your fingers sinking deeper into your folds as you thought of his voice in your ear, begging you to come undone for him, commanding you to do anything he wanted. You gasped as your pace gathered momentum, slowly releasing the tension that had wound inside you over him.
When you came crashing down from your high, sinking further into the fabric with a large grin your face, Din’s was just hitting his own over the thought of you in that skimpy outfit and bound up. That you were his prized possession instead.
“Dank farrik!” Din cursed as he came in the cockpit of his ship, trying to catch his breath as his ship floated in the depths of space. He melted into his seat and wiped the sweat away that began to bead on his forehead. “I need her.” He said to himself before becoming composed. To ensure this would be the case, Din was going to double what Jabba had asked for.
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You were lying by Jabba one afternoon when the doors of the throne room opened and in walked the Mandalorian in a cool and calm manner. You sat up a little straighter and sent him a small smile, one that he almost fell to his knees over.
“Ah Mando!” Jabba bellowed, chains still in his hold. “You delivered and then some! More than we agreed.”
“All the more reason to consider my payment request.” He replied, the almost robotic voice sending a spark through your body. “Do we have a deal, Jabba?”
The Hutt took far too long internally debating with himself whether to let you leave or not. “I enjoy her company too much…” he replied. Din just about reached for his blaster ready to take anyone in his path out as your head fell in disappointment. Until Jabba spoke again. “However, considering how successful you were, and how many credits you’d want from me…she will cover our agreement. Our business is settled.”
You and Din let out a relieved sigh at the same time, a guard set you free and you almost ran to the Mandalorian. Your smile was short lived, when you looked down to your wrists, cool metal surrounded them. He had bound you. “It’s been a pleasure, Jabba.” He called out to him while looking at you like he was looking at his next meal.
“Until another time Mando. Enjoy your payment.” He darkly chuckled as Din left with you in his clutches.
“Seriously?!” You softly snapped as he pulled you along. “You’re as bad as him.”
“Amuse me until we get out of here. I’ll take them off once we get to my ship.” He lowly spoke, almost causing you to trip up. He did keep his word and the moment you returned to his ship, he unlocked the cuffs, his hands ghosting over the marks Jabbas left on your wrist. “Are you okay?”
You looked up to him. “I am now.” He nodded once and swallowed hard, trying to get a grip of himself until he was in the vastness of space at least. “Where are you going to take me?” You asked as he moved to the cockpit of his ship and told you to sit for take off. You did just that, Din smirked at your obedience. “I can tell you my home planet. I’d like to go home.” You asked softly.
“I’ll take you home.” Din replied before turning around to face you and lowering his voice. “But first, I gave up a lot of credits for you, you’re going to show me you were worth every single one.”
The pressure suddenly felt like it was pressing down on your scantily clad body when those words left his mouth and he sat back in his seat, spreading his legs apart ever so slightly.
A small smile appeared on your face, your head innocently tilting to the side. “How do you suggest I do that…Mando?”
“Fuck. Call me Din.” He choked out, not unnoticed by you, if you kept calling him that he would be over before anything even started. “Jabba said you danced. Dance for me.”
“Of course, Din…” you stood up, Din’s eyes capturing every glowing exposed inch of you. You rested a hand on his cold, armour clad shoulder as your moving hips transfixed him, his breathing becoming heavier. You continued before turning around and sitting on his lap, a soft groan leaving his helmet as his hands gripped onto his seat, his hands aching as his knuckles turned white.
He was almost convinced at this point that Jabba had killed him and his soul was in another universe far, far away.
You took one of his hands on your own accord and placed it on your stomach, Din inadvertently jutting his hips against your ass as you did which made you snicker. “Shit,” he hissed as you roamed the hand over your body, down your thighs and then up to your breasts. “I don’t even know your name,” his voice faltered. “I need to know your name.” Din whimpered when you grabbed his other hand and placed it on your thigh.
“It’s Y/N.” You replied and quickly stood back up, Din’s body eased slightly feeling the weight from you disappearing but he desperately started to miss you on him. Din reached his hand out to you, you bent down and took the top of his gloved hand between your teeth and pulled it off. “How much of you can I see?” You asked noticing his fingers frozen in place.
“Everything but the helmet.” He replied with a stoic voice. “I can’t let you see my face.”
“Shame,” you sighed and straddled him, taking his bare hand in your own and slowly bringing it to your metallic bra, your face close to his helmet. “I was hoping to sit on it.”
A low growl left Din’s throat and he gripped your breast harshly. “I didn’t say that couldn’t happen. I told you, Y/N.” Your eyes widened ever so slightly. “Every. Single. Credit.”
Din was swift to turn you around and push you forward to his bedroom. He tossed you down his bed, the sheets a lot more comfortable than what you had to endure recently. “I’m glad you were successful.” You admitted before he ripped the sheer skirt from you, his eagerness shining as much as his armour. Din was practically salivating at the sight of you sprawled out for him, your knees widening to accommodate him as he crouched between them.
“Take it off.” He demanded.
“Take what off?” You asked, batting your eyelashes as you wiggled your hips feigning innocence.
You heard him smirk under his helmet. “Everything that’s obstructing my view of what’s sure to be the best sight in the galaxy.”
“Just the Galaxy?” You teased him, reaching for the clasp of your bra.
“The whole damn universe.” He clarified as he watched your bra leave your body. Din just about choked at the sight and then about died when you removed your underwear.
“This is feeling quite one sided…” you coyly raised yourself up on your elbows. Din removed his other glove as a compromise.
He reached down allowing his fingertips to gently trace over your bare body, a trail of goosebumps followed his fingers. “You’re my prized possession now…” his voice almost turned dark. “Well, at least for the next while.”
“I could dance for you, let you take anything and everything from me each night. Let you take as much of me as you like.” With each word you said, a groan left Din’s lips. He was practically fighting with his boner at this point to chill and enjoy every single second he had of you. “Be a slave for you…” your musings made him moan. He was fighting the urge to rip his helmet off and kiss you.
You gasped your words back into your throat when without warning, plunged his finger into your pussy. “Fuck, so wet already and we are only just beginning…” he added another digit and your back arched at the sensation. Din gently thrusted his fingers in and out of your pussy, lavishing in the fact his fingers commanded such power over you. He watched with bated breath you writhing under him and pulled out just before you had a chance to enjoy yourself any further.
You loudly groaned in annoyance when he pulled back, but your furrowed eyebrows softened as you watched him tip up the bottom of his helmet to suck your juices from his fingers. “Try before you dive huh?” You half joked as he mewled in delight. Din cracked a smile at that.
“I’d bottle you up if I could and drink myself silly on the taste of your pussy.” He replied before standing up and removing his armour, his perfectly sculpted body leading to his perfectly matched cock. He watched your body vibrate in delight at the sight of him, he felt the heat rising from his cheeks to the top of his helmet.
“How will this work with that,” you pointed to the silvery elephant in the room.
“I have an idea.” Din reached down and ripped some fabric from the end of his sheets. “You won’t be tempted to rip it off will you?” He asked in a wary tone.
“That depends how much you want to get your credits worth.” You replied.
Din hummed and looked around, his eyes locking into something else that did lock. Only they would around your wrists. He bent down and picked up the cuffs “Hands behind your head.” He demanded. “I’m not afraid to bound you up if I need to.”
You held your hands complicity above your head and he bent over, his cock pressing to your thigh made you smirk- he was as eager as you. The cold metal sent a chill down your spine. “I’m not afraid to be bound up…” you reached up and planted a kiss to his helmet. He tied the ripped sheet over your eyes so you couldn’t see him.
Din then removed his helmet, a literal and physical weight ripped from his shoulders. He inhaled deeply, feeling like he could finally breathe. He bent down and whispered in your ear, you jolted ever so slightly feeling his hot breath fan over your skin. “Let me know if it’s too much.” He pressed a soft kiss between your cheek and ear before allowing himself to kiss the lips he fantasised about on his own and around his cock. You melted into one another, Din’s hands deeply roaming around your body as your own were desperate to break free.
He was seeing stars kissing you, his tongue twirling with your own as moans filled his confined bedroom space. “Din,” you moaned against his lips. “Let me give you your credits worth.”
He pulled back, brow furrowed in silent question. “How?” You didn’t answer him, you simply opened your mouth- wide.
Din smirked and got on his knees quickly, his cock aligning perfectly with your mouth as he moved his hips forward and felt the warm, wet heat of your mouth surround him. He looked at the ceiling as a gritted cry from sheer pleasure left his mouth, so much so that he shed a tear. He bucked his hips forcibly as you just about swallowed and sucked on his entire length
“F-f-sh-shit!” He cried “Shit, shit, shit! Y/N that’s so good baby, so fucking good.” Din gripped onto your tit and roughly massaged it. “Oh baby I can’t, I can’t cum yet!” He pulled away feeling himself getting closer to the point of no return. “I gotta taste you. I gotta let you cum first. You were stuck in that hell hole, I wanna make you scream my name and cum so viciously that you forgot you were ever there.” He said between breaths as he desperately scrambled to get in between your legs, peppering kisses over your body on the way down.
Din hoisted your thighs over his shoulders and didn’t give you a chance to recover from having him in your mouth before plunging into your pussy. You sunk deeply into his bedsheets, Din was praying that he’d be able to smell your sweet sent on them for weeks to come.
Or hoped that he would have the chance to have you cumming for weeks.
“Oh my stars, Mando!” You moaned and it reached his ears, only encouraging him further. He desperately lapped you up between breaths, moaning into your pussy and causing a surge of electricity through your body. Your legs twitched uncontrollably, the sensory experience creating an otherworldly effect in you. “Fuck,” you yelped. “Din your gonna make me cum.”
“Then cum,” he growled. “Every credit lost will have been worth it to have you cum on my tongue Y/N. Every. Single. Last. One.” He buried his face deeper, adding two fingers inside you for good measure.
You did just as he asked.
Vigorously. Vindictively. Viciously.
And ended up in a panting mess on his sheets as your orgasm dissipated into stardust and a smile.
“Thank you.” You shakily said.
Din smiled at the sight of you before him and reached up to kiss your lips, softly and with passion.
Then a sharp gasp left your lips as your back lifted from the bed feeling a sudden stretch of your pussy as his cock made itself at home.
“You thought I was done? Not until I cum in that perfect pussy of yours it isn’t.”
He gritted out as he was being squeezed tightly by your deep, wet heat. Din rutted his hips back and forth, haphazardly, desperately, gone.
Din felt like he was floating in space as he found the last ounces of strength within himself to finally warrant the release of his orgasm, spilling inside you and down the sides of your thighs. He finally pulled out from you after a few moments of enjoying the sensation of you around him.
Din kissed you and you kissed him back, a breathless request leaving your lips. “Can I touch your face?” You asked, gentle and cautiously.
You felt the removal of the metal restraints, your fingers tentatively moved to his face. He chuckled when you missed entirely and hit his shoulder. “Here,” he gently grasped your hand and brought it to his cheek, your other hand joining it “I’m here.” He softly spoke. He couldn’t remember the last time, if anyone even did, caress his face. He pressed a kiss to your palm, a gentle click filling the space that was filled with moans mere moments ago. “I’m here.”
“So am I.” You replied feeling every groove from joy, fear, sadness and happiness under your fingertips. You leaned forward and captured his lips once more, then again before you knew he had to place his helmet back on again. When he did, he removed your makeshift blindfold and you blinked away the stars you had been seeing.
Then reality filled the space as you lay on Din’s chest, he held you close. You could hear his heartbeat and then looked up, face hidden under the mask and the mystery under the armour half solved.
“I suppose I should get you home.” He said, sounding disappointed.
You hummed “I’m sure we can go the long way home if you promise we can include that on our journey.” Din squeezed you, a delighted grunt leaving his lips.
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You fashioned a makeshift robe and bag out of fabric Din had given you, stuffing the remnants of your time in Jabbas palace in it. “Thank you for taking me home,” you pressed a kiss to his helmet before sitting down as he entered your planets atmosphere.
“Thank you for making my fantasy a reality,” Din said before cursing himself. “Ah dank farrik…”
You bit down on your lip. “What do you mean?”
“Well let’s just say I got a practice run in before taking the physical test…” you let out a soft snort and Din bit the inside of his cheek to try and not laugh.
“That’s alright,” you said as he landed to a group of delegates awaiting your arrival. He was confused over the crowd. “I got a practice run…or rather rub…in too.” Din breathed in a gasp and choked on it at your revelation.
He followed you out and everyone suddenly bowed. “Welcome back, Princess. We are thankful for your safe return.”
“You have the Mandalorian to thank for that.” You nodded back to him and he couldn’t help but tilt his head before standing slightly more rigid, unaware the was in the presence of a princess. “You’ll be seeing him often. Very often. I’m going to be utilising his services…” you walked forward and stopped in front of one sheepish looking delegates. “Starting with this one.” You turned to Din. “It was him who pawned me off to Jabba to pay his debt.” Din approached you and stood behind you defensively. “Do with him what you will.” He grabbed the man before he could run. You turned to him once more before he left. “Upon your return, you’ll be rewarded.”
“How many credits?” He played along, knowing well that credits weren’t even on the table.
“Oh I’ll ensure this, and any job you do for me, will be well compensated, Mando.” With a wink you turned on your heel, Din catching the glimmer of the bronze underwear set in the bag.
