Prequel Part 1: Te Sol'yc Mirsh'nyn
Prequel Part 2: Daryc Sur'haaise
Part 1: Just One More | Part 2: Gedet'ye
Part 3: Shi te Cera'gaan (On AO3)
Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader
Rating: Explicit | 18+ only
Warnings: : Smut, PWP, some dom/sub vibes but they both are switches, praise kink, some breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving and mentioned fem receiving), first time giving a blow job, very mild exploration/inexperience kink if you squint, vaginal fingering, cursing, unprotected sex (please be responsible irl), probably also a cum kink… I think that is all of them?
Word Count: 3.9k
Tags: Plot? What plot?, established relationship, Din is a tease, but so is reader, the fulfillment of my “Just the Tip™️” musings, lots of chin touches cause Im soft and yearn greatly, also some softs in with the filth
Important Author’s Note: I finished this during a haze last night from my booster shot so I dont have the spoons to setup and format this fic currently. I did still want to share it though! So the full fic can be found up on AO3 here and also linked at the end of the preview below. Thank you for reading! 💕
As the hum of hyperspace had become your constant companion over the past few days of travel, you scrolled on your holopad. The purple-blue light from the screen glowing in a familiar manner as you reread one of your favorite — and dirty — holonovels.
Sure you and Din had already started an actual physical relationship. But he had been tinkering on a new custom blaster for the past three hours and you were mildly bored with the other chores on the new ship having been already done.
However, with all this free time mulling over fictional characters with apparently very acrobatic abilities, you had come to the conclusion that there was something you wanted to ask Din.
Looking coyly over the top of the holopad, you tilted your head as you watched Din. You could see the furrow between his brows was deeper at the moment, a by-product of his concentration as he was putting back a rather small piece in the weapon and it was just too darn cute. You were pretty sure you had a fun way of breaking that said concentration.
“Din?” You asked, trying your best to keep your tone from tipping your hand.
“Hmm?” he hummed in acknowledgment that he was listening.
Pairing: Merman!Din Djarin x Human!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Injury, Blood, SMUT, Monster Fucking, Double Penis Merman, unprotected sex (please be safe irl and wrap it up), Oral Sex (fem receiving), hand-job, Double Penetration (Vaginal), creampie, cock-warming, cum kink, maybe some breeding kink, praise kink, switch!Din, switch!reader, Din comes a lot and idk what else to say about that *shrug*, Not beta read we die like mne
Word Count: 8k
Tags: Modern AU, Outer Banks AU, Merman AU, Fluff, unexplained soft magic system, oh no emotions got in the smut again
For @maybege‘s AU Birthday Bash! Plus a good helping of smut for Kinktober
You should have fucking known that if a merman was questioning your inclement weather planning when you lived on the literal oceanfront that things were going to get worse. But you had to admit you were not feeling super calm as you got off the radio with Mr. Conway. It was seemingly all bad news, things had turned foul much too quickly to get you off the island.
The entire storm system had shifted, picking up steam over some warmer waters. And in the early hours of this morning, it had been upgraded from a tropical storm to a Category 2 Hurricane. It had all happened in what felt like just hours, and you had been spending your time hurrying to get the lighthouse and outbuildings closed up for the storm.
Windows were shuttered and locked. The backup generator for the light was fueled and prepped to turn on automatically if the main power failed. Any loose items that were used when hosting or guiding tours that were kept outside got pulled into the old dock house. It was muscle weary work.
Your body ached from the exertion, but you had been happy to do it all thinking that you had a place to go during the storm that wasn’t… well… alone on an island. It was all going to be fine you told yourself, right up until the generator roared to life for a few minutes before something crunched.
Pairing: Merman!Din Djarin x Human!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Some cursing, Mild scare happens to reader, mysterious circumstances, General attraction and hornyness (explicit monster smut is in part 2)
Word Count: 6.4k
Tags: Modern AU, Outer Banks AU, Merman AU, merbaby Grogu, Fluff, the calm before the storm, a lot of setup for the smut
For @maybege‘s AU Birthday Bash! Plus a good helping of smut for Kinktober
You had been scrolling on your phone through post after post of job listings when you had first seen it. A listing for a job as a lighthouse keeper. In theory, you knew lighthouses were still around, but the fact that there were still some locations that required a human occupant to keep everything running. Surely, in this age, everything was automated now and the posting was just a joke.
Summary: After thinking you lost your chance with the unnaturally good looking firefighter, a certain dating app comes to save the day.
Pairing: firefighter!Paz Vizsla x fem!kindergarten teacher!Reader
Wordcount: 6.8k | Rating: E (18+ only!)
Warnings: explicit sexual content, thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk, spanking (1 slap to the ass), pet names (good girl), alcohol consumption (no one is drunk)
This is so exciting! Not only is this a part of this week’s birthday bash/AU Week, it is also of the Tinder Event from The Council of Thots. I am so honoured to have worked with the amazing and ever-talented Tailor @anxiety-riddled-mando on this piece and I cannot thank her enough – it was super fun! You can find the visual to the story here.
masterlist | crossposted on AO3
“Okay everyone, so remember to hold your street buddies’ hand okay?” you called, making the last count as your kindergarteners got ready to step outside. With the sun shining brightly in the light blue sky, you had decided to make the trip to the local fire station a little walk for the toddlers to enjoy.
Of course, you had to take into account the but even at the slower tempo, it took you 15 minutes to get there. You were greeted by a large man, spotting dark hair and a bit of stubble and some very muscular arms you noted as you shook his hand.
“You must be here for the tour,” he smiled, “I am Paz Vizsla, we spoke on the phone?”
“Oh yes,” you nodded, forcing yourself to meet his gaze even though it made you feel all kinds of flushed, “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr Vizsla.”
“Call me Paz, please,” he replied, still holding on to your hand and you smiled. His eyes were dark too, you noted, and you hoped you did not imagine the way his eyes roamed over your entire body for a moment, resting on the neckline of your sundress before snapping up to yours.
“Uh, should we start?” he asked, slowly pulling his hand away from yours so slowly it felt more like a caress than anything else.
“Sure,” you smiled breathlessly, clearing your throat to gain back a bit (or all) of that professionalism you had lost in the last few moments, “Why don’t you lead the way? I will step back and keep the kids in check.”
Not even five minutes later you had made three observations: (1) Paz Vizsla was a five-star kid magnet. (2) He loved working with kids. (3) You were still very much culpable to the image of a big hunk of a man helping little children up to see inside the fire truck.
Your little group of four-year-olds was completely enraptured by the big man in front of them and you were proud to see just how well-behaved excited they were – even with their excitement clearly showing on their faces. But they all patiently waited their turn to get up the little step ladder with Paz’s help so they could look inside the open fire truck, oohing and ahhing at everything and anything.
But the true highlight of the day was when Paz got out a big box filled with miniature firefighter gear for them to try on. You swore you had never seen them so happy as when little Grogu Djarin dragged a too big firefighter cat behind him, the helmet a little too big so he had to hold it up with one hand so he could where he was going.
There was nothing sweeter than seeing 10 little toddlers proudly showing off their firefighter costumes to you.
“All right, everyone!” Paz announced and you watched in amusement as all the little ones immediately quieted down, hanging onto every word that came out of his mouth, “If we go out on the grass now, I’ve got a little surprise for you. What do you say to being a firefighter for a day?”
Cheers erupted – impressively loud for such small humans – and Paz laughed, your eyes following his hand on his chest.
Outside, there was a little wooden cut out of a house put up, little red flames drawn on the windows. And a few feet away was a little table laden with colourful water guns and a bucket full of water balloons.
There was no need to say anything more as the kids basically jumped at the chance to live out their dream. Little hands grabbed the balloons and water guns, attacking the imaginary fire on a house with a joy and ferocity that made you smile.
You stood by the tree, keeping an eye on your kids while also trying to say out of the spray of the water. Paz was all hands-on, helping them re-fill the water guns and water balloons and also reminded them to stay behind the line so they didn’t accidentally hit their friends.
It did not take long until he was completely drenched from his quick work with the water and you caught yourself more than once simply staring at the tattoos on his arms or the way his muscles moved when he lifted the hem of his shirt to dry his face.
Stars, he looked good.
When the kids were pretty much happy by themselves, he looked up, meeting your gaze and you found yourself straightening up from where you had been leaning against the tree bark, pushing back your shoulders. He smiled, making his way over to you while pulling his shirt off, revealing a lot of skin and muscles and just … broadness.
Paz Vizsla was broad. In a very very good way.
“This is a wonderful thing for the kids,” you brought out with a smile, hoping that he did not notice how out of breath you were, “Thank you so much. This is such a lovely idea.”
“Anytime,” he grinned, coming to stand in front of you, his shirt a crumpled mess in his hands, “It’s so great to see you – themenjoy it.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, biting your lips as you tried to not completely embarrass yourself. How could you focus when there was this half-naked Adonis right in front of you? “It really is.”
“So, uh, your partner must be really lucky,” he stated, rubbing the back of his neck, “I mean, uh, you know with –“
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you assured him – maybe way too quickly and eager, “I’m – I’m single.”
“You don’t?” he echoed, eyes going wide for a moment and you swore there was a smile on his lips, “That’s, uh that’s great. Maybe we could –“
Something beeped at his hip quite urgently and you watched how his happy face morphed into a serious frown.
He held up the little device. “That’s an alert,” he told you, already jogging towards the station, “I am so sorry but I need to leave, can you – “ he motioned to your group of students that were still playing on the grass a little ways away.
“Sure,” you nodded quickly, “Thank you for the tour!”
“Anytime!” he called, throwing you a smile before turning around and putting on his gear. His colleagues were moving at record speed and before you knew what was happening they were racing away, blue lights and sirens loudly announcing their departure.
The children had gone quiet, watching completely enraptured as the fire truck drove away. You sighed, your heart clenching a little when you realized this was probably the last time you would see Paz Vizsla.
“Okay everybody,” you called, “Let’s prepare to go back to school, okay? Remember your street buddies and let’s go!”
*
“I don’t understand how you could not ask him for his number!”
“I couldn’t, okay?! I couldn’t go and say ‘Sorry I know you’re trying to save people’s lives but is it okay if I give you my number real quick?’ That would be – I can’t do that!”
Your friend sighed, clearly as frustrated with the situation as you were.
It was wine and dine night and this time it had been Lanie’s turn to host which you were very grateful for. Her place wasn’t too far away from the school which meant that once the clock hit 5 you were on your way to her.
That and the fact that she had the best take out places deliver to her doorstep were the main reasons you were especially grateful for her being the host tonight. It had not even taken three minutes in her hallway until she had asked you about what was wrong and in record speed you had told her about your trip to the fire station.
Which, now that you were sprawled on her couch with a glass of wine in your hand, made you feel worse and worse. Wine and dine had quickly turned into whine and dine.
“You should have seen him with the kids,” you mumbled, “He was so patient with them and so happy to help and – and –“
“And he looks incredibly hot when shirtless?” Lanie offered and you nodded.
“Yes,” you sighed wistfully, “He looks really good when shirtless. Did I mention his tattoos?”
“Only five bazillion times,” she grinned, snacking on a breadstick, “So if it is so impossibly to meet Mr Perfectly Chiselled Chest again why don’t you distract yourself?”
You groaned, reaching for the breadsticks, and already knowing just what your friend was playing at.
“Oh c’mon, it’ll be fun!” she tried to convince you, “Who knows, maybe we can find you a nice firefighter as a replacement?”
“Lanie, Tinder is much more fun for you to watch me do than for me to actually do it,” you reminded her, taking a bite, “Besides, I don’t think I will find anyone like him on there.”
You did not think you would find anyone like him anywhere.
But Lanie, ever the optimist, would not be deterred and fished your phone from her coffee table. “You really should think of a new passcode,” she reminded you as she unlocked your phone and opened the familiar pink app.
You sighed, letting her do her thing as she swiped through the masses. You couldn’t really blame her, it really did have something of a video game where you tried to get to the next level. And besides, it was fun to watch the profiles from the corner of your eyes.
Until a certain firefighter popped up on her (your?) feed.
“Oh, my stars,” you brought out, eyes bulging as you sat up so quickly you almost got dizzy.
“Kriff, yeah sorry, I shouldn’t have,” Lanie admitted, her finger hovering over the red button, “I’ll just –“
“No!” you shouted, ripping the phone from her with a squeak, “No!”
“What the hell?”
“That’s him!” you squeaked, making sure Paz’s profile was still very much on the screen, turning it to her, “That’s him!”
It took her a moment until Lanie’s face was full of realization, “Oh kriff,” she cursed, “That’s him him, you mean? Firefighter him?”
You nodded, looking through his profile. The first picture was him from the back, shirtless and wearing his work pants. He looked … he looked so good. There were the same tattoos on his skin you had admired just a few hours earlier and there was that helmet and stars he was posing for the camera and it just looked. So. Kriffing. Good.
“What do I do?” you mumbled helplessly, cradling the phone in your hands, “Oh stars, what do I do?!”
“What do you mean what do you do?” Lanie looked at you in disbelief, “You swipe right of course! This is a sign from the universe, don’t you see?”
“But what if he doesn’t like … me,” you tried to protest, the all-familiar anxiety creeping up yet again, “What if-?”
“You better swipe right right now or else even the stars won’t save you from my wrath,” Lanie exclaimed, “
“Okay,” you winced, swiping right and closing your eyes as if that would keep you from the feeling of rejection when it did not turn out to be –
A ring interrupted you and you opened your eyes, hardly believing what you saw.
It’s a match!
*
Fifteen minutes later you were standing in front of Paz Vizsla’s apartment, shifting from foot to foot as you waited for him to open his door.
You had hardly believed your luck when it was a match and then he had texted you and with the help of Lanie’s expert advice, you had been your flirtiest and most extroverted self.
And now you were here.
You watched as the door swung open and there, in all his glory, was Paz Vizsla, dressed in nothing but grey sweat pants. Who could blame you if you had to stare at his naked chest like he was a tall glass of water in the desert heat?
“Hi,” he smiled, his lips tugging up at the side, “Do – Do you want to come in?”
“Yeah thanks,” you mumbled, slipping under his arm as he held the door open for you.
His apartment was exactly and nothing at all like you had imagined it. The walls were painted dark blue but instead of making you feel caged in, the bold colour made everything feel cosy and welcoming. Like a warm cave.
“So, um, are you sure you want this?” he asked, burying his hands in the pockets of his pants, “Don’t get me wrong, I love seeing you here,” he licked his lips and you shuddered when you saw how his eyes roamed over your figure, “I just want to make sure you are comfortable with this.”
“Okay, so I had two glasses of Hugo at most,” you stated, holding up two fingers, much to his amusement, “And while I might be a little tipsy I certainly wasn’t this morning when all I could think about was … was…”
“Was what?” he asked, his voice a little deeper and he stepped forward, both of you sharing the space in the doorframe that seemed far too tight but stars you did not want him away from you, “What was all you could think about?”
You swallowed harshly, finding that your courage from moments ago had dissipated now that you were presented with his very perfect and very naked chest. Holy moly you wanted to trace your tongue all over him.
“C’mon,” he coaxed you, his lips brushing over your cheekbone, “Tell me what filthy little scenarios your head cooked up and I can make them come true.”
Tilting your head, you looked up at him, the tips of your noses brushing against each other and he was so close, so big, and so warm. His breath washed over your face and you shivered, feeling him so close, and his hands landed on your hips, thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress.
“I want to ride your thigh please,” you admitted shyly, your cheeks burning hot you could even feel it in your ears. You could hardly meet his eyes but Paz made a sound low in his throat that made you look at him nonetheless.
“What a lovely idea,” he growled, his hands smoothing over the side of your body, brushing your tits before cupping your face. You gasped. “There is just one thing I want to do first.”
His lips brushed against yours ever so slightly, testing the waters, and you whimpered when he pulled away again. That was barely a kiss!
Paz chuckled, his eyes crinkling so beautifully it made your heart ache and then he pulled you against him again, his mouth opening against yours and you saw stars. Your hands found their place on his broad (sigh) shoulders as you tried to get even closer to him.
His stubble tickled your chin and you gasped when his tongue dipped inside your mouth, his hands wandering down to grope your ass. “I think we could move to the couch.”
“Uh-huh,” you nodded, feeling the wetness collect between your legs as you followed him to the plush looking dark grey monster in his living room. It was so massive even Paz looked like an average-sized person on it.
He sat down first, spreading his legs and your eyes darted to the prominent bulge that looked even better than you had imagined. You watched as his hand cupped said bulge, lightly stroking himself and your mouth went dry, your eyes glued to the sight in front of you.
“Why don’t you join me?” he suggested, a twinkle in his eyes, and you swore if you did not melt into a puddle right there and then.
You put your hands on his shoulders, straddling his large thigh and before you could sigh that the contact on your core, Paz had cupped your face and dragged you even closer so he could kiss you again.
Your hips started moving on their own, your pussy rubbing along his thigh and the tingles it caused ran through your entire body, making you all the more sensitive everywhere he touched you. Your nipples were pebbled
“There we go,” he murmured, his lips pressed against your temple and you whined, trying to move quicker against him, trying to feel more of that heat in your core and more of his body against yours.
“Patience,” Paz nipped at your bottom lip, his hand squeezing your butt and pressing your hips down against his enormous thigh.
“Fuck patience,” you gasped, your entire body thrumming with lust as he manoeuvred you so your clit was at the centre of the friction and stars di you love him for it. Now if he would only let you speed things up.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he replied cheekily and you snorted. You should have seen that coming. His big hands wandered up your legs, taking the hem of your sundress with him. You shivered as the cool air hit your skin, goosebumps rising on your arms and you felt yourself shudder when your clit rubbed against the rough fabric of his sweats.
“Lift your arms for me, love,” he whispered, pulling the fabric over your chest and you did, your hips coming to a standstill against his thigh. Your heart was pounding in your chest, your hearing muffled for the brief second that Paz lifted the dress over your head and then you were back in business. Almost immediately he dove back forward, pressing his lips against yours and you wrapped your arms around him.
“Fuck you’re pretty,” he mumbled against you, his tongue running over the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth for him again, using your leverage on his shoulder to work your hips. Everything felt like lava and Paz’s mouth on your neck and collarbone did not do anything to smother it. You were just free falling at this point, feeling the knot in your core tightening again and again
“Are you close?” Paz asked you, “Stars, please tell me you’re close, want to feel you soak my thigh, love, want to see how pretty you look when you come for me.”
You would do anything he said if he just said that in a voice like that.
Unable to answer him, your muscles tensing from the pleasure, you grabbed his face between your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. It was urgent and hard and heavy and you could feel Paz felt the same way with how he was biting your bottom lip, his hands kneading the flesh of your ass harshly as he pulled you along his thigh. Thick fingers slipped under the laced ham of your panties, trying to grab as much skin as possible and all it took was that had you coming apart in his arms.
Too busy focusing on the way your walls clamped around nothing, your hips ceased any movement and Paz – bless his soul – let you slump against him in a breathless mess, his lips pressing against your temple. You hummed when his fingers came up to trace invisible lines on your cheeks and you did not have to see him to know that he was smiling too.
“Feel good?”
“Yeah,” you sighed, your hand coming up to gently trace his jawline, your fingertips brushing over his stubble, “Very good.”
You looked up at him, watching his smile widen. Clearly, he was very happy with himself and the twinkle in his eyes made you smile too, sitting up a little straighter in his lap. But Paz’s hands were not far behind and before you knew it, his hands were on your waist, keeping you close while he gently bumped his forehead against yours.
“Can – can you fuck me now?” you asked, nudging your nose against his. You grinned when his hips surged up, his hardened cock rubbing against your folds through the layers of fabric still separating you. You grimaced at the feeling of the wet patch in your panties, squirming to somehow get away from the uncomfortable feeling while not losing the delicious pressure of his cock against your folds.
“Here or the bed?” he asked, planting a slow kiss against your collarbone.
“Don’t care,” you replied, hurriedly standing up to slip your panties down your legs, “Just want to feel you.” Paz groaned, his big hand landing on the side of your hips as his eyes appreciatively roamed over your body, lingering on the place between your thighs.
“I knew you’d look pretty but kriff,” his tongue ran over his bottom lip, “You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“Your turn,” you grinned, nodding to his grey sweatpants where you could see a darker spot that had definitely come from your ministrations just minutes earlier.
He growled, towering over you in a way that made you clench your thighs and cornered you into the doorway. “I decided,” he said, his hand running from your shoulder down your arm to your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, “We are gonna take the bed.”
“Bed sounds great,” you nodded, feeling the edge of the mattress behind your knees and simply letting yourself fall down, not losing eye contact with the man in front of you.
Facing his giant thighs, an idea sparked in your head. You slipped from the bed, kneeling in front of him and hooking your fingers into the waistband of his sweats. “What are you doing, love?” Paz groaned above you, his hands not doing anything to keep you away.
Your mouth watered when you finally had him bare in front of you, his grey sweat pants a relic of the past in the corner of the bedroom. He was just as big as you had hoped, long and hard and heavy and with a drop of precome pooling at the head that made you clench your thighs.
“I want to take you into my mouth,” you whispered, kissing your way up his thigh before wrapping your hand around his shaft, “I want to spoil you.”
Slowly pumping his shaft, you kissed his base, your tongue darting out to lick along the vein. “You deserve to be spoiled, Paz.” Slowly you opened your mouth, watching how his jaw clenched when you closed your lips around his head, gently sucking.
“Stars,” he cursed, his hips surging forward causing you to gag when his length hit your throat. You did your best to swallow around him, focussing on breathing in through your nose and wanted to
Even kneeling in front of him, completely at his mercy, you were stunned at how self-controlled he was. How, even when he groaned and his hips snapped forward, his hands were cupping your face so gently, making sure to give your enough time and space to pull away whenever you wanted or needed to. And it only made you needier.
You shifted your weight on your knees, determined to make him see stars as your tongue wriggled under his shaft, teasing the vein while you bobbed your head. “Wait, let me,” he pulled away from you, a trail of spit connecting your bottom lip to the head of him and you looked up finding him looking down on you.
His cock twitched. “Pretty as a picture,” he muttered before sitting down on the bed, taking himself in hand and slowly pumping. Your eyes followed his every movement and you shuffled closer, sitting between his knees and
“Now that’s better,” he growled, his hand going to cup your cheek, pulling you towards his cock and you smiled before licking a broad stripe from his base to the head, the salty taste filling your mouth before you pushed forward, taking him as far as you could.
“Stars,” he groaned, throwing his head back and you gagged, his cock hitting the back of your throat, “Just like that, just – just like that.”
You hummed, the vibrations making him moan even louder. One hand came up to cup his balls, feeling them get tighter with every swallow you managed around him. “Kriff,” he cursed above you, his hips moving and pushing his cock even deeper in your throat and your eyes started to tear up while you did your best to suck on him even more, “Shit, I’m so close, I’m – where – kriff!”
Spurts of come landed n your tongue, filling your mouth, and you did your best to swallow it all, working your hand on the part of his cock that you did not manage to keep in your mouth any longer. You looked up, finding him meeting your gaze and you felt even hotter. His eyes were half-lidded, his bare chest heaving in the dim light and he looked at you so hotly, it made you feel like you had just done something scandalously forbidden.
You swallowed around him again, giving kitten licks until you pulled off him completely, swallowing one last time.
“Stars, woman,” he groaned, his fingers tilting up your chin, guiding you up and up until you were standing and then he pulled you down with him. You squeaked, the mattress bouncing beneath your added weight. Paz’s hands were warm and he pulled you close to him until you were facing each other, lying on the cool sheets, completely breathless.
He kissed you softly, his hands rubbing over your shoulder and back and ass, pulling your thigh over his hip.
“Feel good?” you asked teasingly, kissing his jaw.
“Hell yeah,” he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Never felt better.”
“’m glad,” you mumbled against him, letting your hands run over the tattoos on his arms and chest, “This is – I really like this.”
“Me too,” he rumbled, his hand tightening on the back of your knee and your eyes widened when you felt him twitch against your belly. “Are you – Is that –“
“What can I say,” he whispered, rolling his hips against yours, his lips running over your throat, “I can’t get enough of you.”
You gasped when you felt his teeth on that spot just behind your ear, your tits pressing against his chest, feeling the dusting of chest hair on your nipples. Stars, how desperate could you be for just one man?
“Wanna fuck you from behind, is that okay?” he asked, his chest heaving and all you got out was a nod, your hand closing around his shaft, managing to get in a few pumps before he flipped you around with a growl that made you feel like you were dripping.
His mouth was hot on your shoulder blade and you moaned into the pillow, fisting your hand in the sheets as you rose your hips up to meet him. Paz groaned, his cock rubbing on your ass, his legs spreading yours.
“This was all I could think about,” he breathed into your ear, a light slap on your behind making your jiggle, “You in that damn sundress, fuck, mesh’la, looked so pretty I could have taken you right there.”
“Paz please,” you moaned, doing your best to wriggle your ass against him, feeling him slip between your legs. It was not the most comfortable position – your face smushed in the pillows while you tried to raise your ass as much as possible so you could feel him against you – but stars, was it worth it when you felt his thick fingers circling your entrance, testing the wetness there.
“So wet for me,” he groaned, his thumb slipping your clit while your cheeks flushed with heat at the praise.
“Only for you,” you replied breathlessly, pushing your ass up even more, “Now please…”
“All in good time,” the man behind you rumbled, shuffling closer on the bed. His hands landed on your hips, pressing you down until you were comfortable situated on the mattress, his hips aligning perfectly with yours. You swore you would go crazy, feeling his head rub against your clit until he finally finally–
The stretch was more than you had anticipated and you moaned, lifting your ass towards him to give him more access. Paz slowed down, one hand soft on your lower back, his thumb drawing circles on your skin. “There we go,” he mumbled, slowly pulling out, your wetness coating him, before pushing forward again, just a smidge more than before, “There we fucking go.”
“Paz,” you whimpered, your teeth grazing over your knuckles, “Please …”
“Is it too much?” he asked carefully, keeping only the tip inside you, “I know I’m big, sweetheart, you need to tell me if it’s –“
“More,” you gasped out, rocking back on your knees, trying to push yourself up on your elbows to get more traction, “Please I need more.”
The sound Paz made was otherworldly, sending pricks of pleasure straight to your core. He was big and hot, stretching you to your limit in a way you had never experienced before. There was something perverse about the way your wetness dripped down the sheets but you were too busy rocking back against him to really care.
“More?” he teased you, leaning forward until his chest was aligned with your back, his hips slapping against yours, “You want more of my cock is that it?”
“Stars, fuck, yes,” you whimpered, feeling how his entire weight rested on you, putting more force behind his movements, “Want more of your cock, Paz, please, I want it.”
His chuckle turned into a groan when you clamped around him. The bed was rocking with his thrusts and you felt the pleasure go to your head. Your breath hitched when you felt him hit a spot inside you that quite literally made you see stars.
“Oh, that was the one, wasn’t it?” Paz asked you, his breath out by your ear before he dragged his lips over the back of your neck, “Made your pretty pussy clench around me.”
You tried to nod, the simple fact that he talked about you like that making your walls flutter around him even more. There was this knot in your core, getting tighter and tighter and you could feel yourself on the brink of something amazing.
“I’m so close,” you breathed out, “Please, Paz, I’m so close.”
“Good girl,” Paz panted, his thrusts speeding up and your breath hitched when you felt him hit that spot again and again. Stars, he had really noticed. “Come for me,” he groaned, “C’mon, sweetheart, be good for me and let me feel your drench my cock. Let. Me. Feel. It.”
“Uh-huh”, you nodded quickly, just in time before that knot in you snapped and all you could feel was pleasure as your walls milked him of everything he had to give. You could faintly hear him (“Fucking stars, love, ‘m coming.”) but all you could do was feel the way he filled you up, feel how he rested on you, his lips running gently over your shoulders as you both tried to catch your breath.
*
“Here,” Paz offered you a glass of water, condensation already building on the outside and you smiled, taking it from him.
“Thank you.”
Your body was still thrumming from the aftershocks and seeing Paz dressed only in a pair of briefs did nothing for your poor heart. “They look nice,” you commenting, taking a sip of water while he looked down at his tattoos, “I didn’t really get to appreciate them before.”
“You like ‘em?” he grinned, his muscles flexing.
“Very much so,” you replied, putting the glass on the nightstand as he started to move up the bed, covering your body with his while dropping kisses everywhere he could reach. His big hand cupped your breast his eyes glued to them and you grew restless, not used to some just gazing at you.
“I am very happy I didn’t delete my tinder at lunch,” he revealed, kissing you softly, his hand framing your cheek, “To think I could have missed this.”
“You wanted to delete your tinder today?” you asked curiously, humming when he nipped at your jaw. Stars, you knew you would feel sore tomorrow but also you could not wait for it. It felt like Paz had laid claim on you and in a weird way you did not mind that at all.
“I met you,” he said as a way of explanation before rolling off you and lying down on the other side of the bed, “I wasn’t very successful in the first place and then I saw you and I thought… I don’t know I guess I thought maybe I could find a pretence to visits the kindergarten and ask for your number …” he shrugged, looking a little bashful and your heart swelled.
“That’s … that’s really thoughtful,” you murmured, scooting closer to him until your front was pressed against his side. He was still warm and you could not help but snuggle closer.
“What can I say?” he grinned, laying his arm around your shoulder, “I’m a charmer.”
You laughed, not protesting when he pressed a kiss to your temple. To think the day had started so well and taken such turns only for you to end up exactly where you wanted to … It must be your lucky day.
“So, since we’re on the topic,” he whispered against your temple, “Can I have your number?”
I can’t stop thinking about brat-tamer King (second only to Boba) Paz Vizsla and @anxiety-riddled-mando’s brat-taming Paz fic has been on my brain ALL FUCKING DAY so here you go! (I’m on mobile otherwise I’d tag it 😭)
Look. Being a brat wasn’t normally your thing.
You were GOOD. Obedient. Submissive. Always the best for Paz.
Even if you got a little bratty, a few sharp words or even a sharp slap to your bare ass put you back in line QUICK
He never worried whether you were going to start pissing him off to get what you wanted
USUALLY if you wanted or needed him, kneeling next to his knees was enough, okay?
But today? For some fucking reason you woke up in a MOOD today
You were ready to pick a fight and you didn’t care who knew it
You found him in the armory, where you predicted he’d be, cleaning all his gear and weapons
You paused, taking the moment to admire his large form
His broad shoulders and the way they were even broader in his gear
(Also the way they felt under your hands and the way they looked decorated with your fingernail marks)
His hands, the sheer size of them and the way they handled his weapons with ease
(Also the way they felt wrapped around your throat)
His thick thighs, the muscles of them balancing his blaster as he cleaned the mechanics
(Also the way it felt, rubbing the apex of your thighs as you rode it)
But then he looked up at you, giving you a short nod and turning back to his work
Your temper flared, you weren’t in the fucking MOOD to be ignored for something that could easily WAIT until later
It wasn’t like everyone didn’t know you were courting (and fucking)
So there was no MAKER FORSAKEN REASON for him to be acting like you weren’t together
So you stomped over to him, pulling the blaster from his hands and setting it aside
“I need you”
“I’m busy”
“I fucking NEED you, Vizsla” you growled, sitting down on his thigh
But he pushes you off, setting you back on your own two feet
“I said no, behave.” His tone is sharp and normally that would put you back in your place but not today
“I don’t fucking care. I need you” you snapped, taking on a tone you never used with him and his visor snapped up in surprise at you
“Watch your mouth, GIRL, or you’re going to regret it” they way he says it leaves no room for argument but you’re gonna push his fucking buttons today
“I’ll go find Djarin then, I’m sure HE can fuck me the way I need” you toss the empty threat at him like a grenade and he doesn’t answer immediately so you keep fucking talking
“Or maybe even the Armorer, I’ll bet her strap game is better than what you’ve going on,” you snarl this time, moving to walk away from him and take care of yourself but his hand is a vice on your wrist as it darts out to keep you in place
“WHAT did you fucking say to me, girl?”
“I said, I’ll bet the Armorer can fuck me better than you can, Vizsla, and she doesn’t even have a real cock,” you told him, deciding to go full fucking stupid and dig your hole all the way down
“You’re really trying to get me riled up today, aren’t you, little one?” He almost sounds amused at your defiance, but the hard hand on your wrist makes you question that
“I fucking told you. I need you. And you won’t do anything about it,” you snapped at him, softening slightly as his hand came up to cup your cheek
His fingers release your wrist and he issues a soft command
“Go back to your quarters, I’ll be there shortly.”
“Shortly as in a few minutes or shortly as in eventually?” You questioned, knowing Paz’s idea of shortly and yours could differ greatly
“Let me finish cleaning my weapons and I’ll be there” he promises, pushing you to the side again for something unimportant.
“Fuck off, Vizsla. I’m always there when you need but now that I need you, it’s not as important.” You snap, snatching your wrist back and stalking off
You realize fully that you’re going to pay for your next move but Paz needs to understand you’re serious
This ended up MUCH longer than I’d thought so there will be a part two tomorrow!
Could I possibly get an Axe Woves being the regular at a cantina you work at and a patron gets too handsy? Idk if that makes sense!!!
Who sent this!!! I demand to know who gave me such an incredible prompt!!!
This got away from me. What’s new.
WARNING: The bar patron in this fic grabs the reader without consent and is very creepy. Nothing worse than that, but it may be triggering to some.
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The cantina was mercifully slow tonight, something that rarely happened at the end of the week. Just a few local scrappers and of course-
Him.
The hulking Mandalorian in blue and grey armor, perched on his usual stool at the far end of the bar and nursing a glass of Corellian whiskey. You knew his name was Axe- something he had told you on another dead night like this while you tried to make small talk. Other patrons in the bar typically afforded him a wide berth as if terrified he might decide to start a gunfight.
But you knew better.
Axe gave off the vibe of a ruthless mercenary, but when he spoke to you, his voice was even and almost soft. You weren’t exactly accustomed to barstool drinkers who didn’t badger you or want to make small talk; it had taken countless nights of gentle prying and lighthearted jokes to get the Mandalorian to open up to you even a little.
Axe absolutely fascinated you. He was handsome, of course, but the way he spoke and the scars you could glimpse on his ungloved hands made you desperate to learn more about him. You’d bring him his whiskey and, like a dance, you’d pry information from him. In return he’d ask something of you- first it was your name, then where you were from. Once, he had gently grabbed your wrist to examine a scar on your arm, and you prayed he hadn’t noticed the heat as it crept into your face.
You knew there were at least two others like Axe, but they were off-planet on a mission that he refused to speak on. Occasionally he would let little things slip- like his home city or the name of a family member. You had come to be fond of the nights when he sat in his usual spot, and often found yourself aching for his stubbled smile when he wasn’t.
But tonight he was there. Perched on the stool and examining his empty glass intently. You brushed the dust from your shirt and apron and prepared to bring him a refill, anxiously awaiting what small bit of information you’d be able to weasel from him tonight.
Your course was cut short by a clamor at the cantina entrance- a crew of five men entered, decked in podracing gear. A low groan escaped you as you focused on the logo on their jackets. Kel Nash, a local racing prodigy and a well-established moron.
And sure enough, he was heading the pack, apparently fresh off the track and ready to make sure every patron knew it. To your dismay, they sauntered to the bar and took their seats, slamming their goggles and gloves down on the countertop as if to signal to you that they needed drinks. You shot Axe an annoyed look and he gave you an amused half-smile in return.
“What can I get you boys?” you had to raise your voice to be heard over the buzz of their conversation amongst themselves.
Kel spoke up first, his ruddy face plastered with a smug grin, “What’s the most expensive thing you’ve got?”
You stifled a snort and produced a long, amber-colored tube from the shelf behind you. “Merenzane Gold. 150 credits a bottle.”
Kel’s eyes glistened as he considered it. “What do we think, boys?” They erupted in yells of agreement and he slapped his credit chip onto the bar. “Keep the tab open, babe, we’ll be here for a while!”
“Wonderful,” you did your best to bury the sarcasm as you set their glasses gently on the bar, “enjoy your drinks.”
You hurried to the end of the bar with a fresh whiskey and set it in front of Axe, “Sorry for the delay,” you jerked your head toward the commotion behind you, “Fun crowd.”
Axe grinned and you felt your heart jump into your throat, “Not every customer can be as charming as me, I suppose.”
A joke? Had you really just gotten a joke out of the broody boy in blue? You felt your face crack into a smile just as Kel’s voice rang across the cantina.
“Hey, bartender! Come here.”
You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment before turning to the group and steeling yourself for another interaction. Behind you, you thought you heard a faint chuckle.
“Something else I can get you?” you tried to bury the exasperation in your tone.
One of Kel’s posse elbowed him and snickered, prompting him to lean back in his chair and take you in, “Yeah, tell me your name, beautiful.”
Wonderful. You put on your best fake smile, “I’d rather not, if you don’t mind.”
Kel leaned forward on his seat, moving closer to you from across the bar, “Come on, don’t be like that.”
As if on cue, a Quarren customer from across the cantina raised his glass and called for another drink. You poured a tall glass of Vlizz-Kick, remembering not to inhale its pungent scent, and moved to his table. As you set it down, he gave you a knowing look and placed a hearty tip in your palm with a gentle pat.
You passed Kel’s group as quickly as you could when you felt it- a hand clapped, hard, against your rear, followed by an eruption of laughter. Your face heated as you spun on your heel, the blood boiling in your ears.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you cried, and the bar fell silent.
Kel was grinning, the offending hand still hanging in midair as if to taunt you. “What? A guy can’t touch? Maybe don’t parade it in front of me like that.”His words were slurred, and you noticed that the bottle of Merenzane was almost empty.
‘Come on, baby, have you ever been with a podracing champ?” he reached out to grab your waist and you recoiled in fear. To your surprise, your back butted against something cold and hard. Something armored.
You turned your head to find Axe standing behind you. He stepped around your shaking frame to stand between you and Kel, his face a mask of quiet anger. “You five need to leave,” his voice was low and filled with malice.
“And what if we don’t, bucket head?” Kel rose from his seat, as did the rest of his posse. The few other patrons in the cantina were silent, watching intently as the events unfolded.
You watched with bated breath as Axe flexed his gloved hands at his sides. "I wasn't asking you. Leave."
Kel took a step forward and planted his palm against Axe's chest plate, moving to shove him. Axe grabbed a hold of his wrist and twisted, forcing him to the floor with a cry of pain. There was a thick cracking noise and Kel crumpled in a blubbering heap.
One of his posse, a stocky Besalisk, drew a knife and leapt forward, slashing at Axe's exposed face. Axe raised his gauntlets and deflected the blade with a small shower of sparks before sending his armored knee into the Besalisk's gut. He stumbled back with a grunt, but recovered quickly and lunged forward once again, his second pair of arms reaching for Axe's blaster.
Axe took a step back and raised his arm. You had barely a moment to wonder what he was doing, before a blast of flame erupted from his gauntlet with a rush. The Besalisk let out a cry of surprise and retreated out of the flamethrower's range, pausing only to drag Kel out of the line of fire.
The rest of the posse dove out of their chairs with a clamor and headed for the door, dragging their leader in towe. Axe disengaged his flamethrower and turned, breathless, to face you.
You stared into his eyes, deep brown and unrelenting. He ripped the glove from one of his hands and raised it to your face. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he turned your face to examine it.
"I'm fine. He barely touched me." Your voice shook as you spoke.
"And he won't ever touch you again." The conviction in Axe's voice surprised you. "Even if I have to be here for every shift."
You stared at him in disbelief. "Axe you don't have to-" he cut you off with a hand on your shoulder.
Masterlist of fics by character (This is a work in progress)
I didn’t write any of these fics; this is a collection of fics that I enjoy. Assume all stories are 18+ and contain smut. Review all author’s warnings prior to reading.
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 6
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 |
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader
Warnings: Mild Angst, very minor knife wound with a little blood, talk of choking people out (non-sexual), some mild language, exploring past the Season 2 Finale
Words: 2.1k
Tags: Boba is a bit of a shit and having fun with it, Mand’alor Din isnt liking his new title, government protocols are tedious in every galaxy, Din gives his word concerning something he might soon regret (on brand tbh)
Thank you to my lovely beta reader @princessbatears and to @magsgotswags and @anxiety-riddled-mando for some wording help with hold messages X’D
“What are you doing?”
Mando’s voice snapped through the recycled air of the ship, the sharp modulated tone making you jump and almost lose hold of the durasteel knife that Boba had handed you.
“I’m teaching her a proper way to handle a knife,” Boba explained dryly.
“I can see that, I just don’t know why you’re giving her weapons now,” Mando fired back.
Boba sighed and turned to Mando, apparently, “Generally I find people are more likely to accidentally kill themselves if they don’t know what they’re doing.”
There was a slight snort that came Fennec, and you couldn’t help but glance over her way. She was pointedly not watching the scene unfold, but you knew she was taking every single thing in.
You should know the drill by now chaos under cut because there are innocents here lmao
Mando’s voice snapped through the recycled air of the ship, the sharp modulated tone making you jump and almost lose hold of the durasteel knife that Boba had handed you.
Look Mando we can be frens right I go stabby stabby on the bad people
“I can see that, I just don’t know why you’re giving her weapons now,” Mando fired back.
STABBY STABBY FUN (ʘ‿ʘ✿)
She was pointedly not watching the scene unfold, but you knew she was taking every single thing in.
TEACH ME HOW TO SHOOT PLS
“That isn’t what I mean and you know it, why are you giving her weapons?”
YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS THAT BA’BUIR LOVES ME MORE
“That isn’t what I- don’t call me that.” Mando groused at the title
MAND’ALOR MAND’ALOR MAND’ALOR
oh my god I am such a child lmao
This wasn’t an actor you could daydream about from the safety of your room or gush about with friends with little to no chance of ever meeting.
WHY ARE YOU CALLING US THIRSTY HOES OUT LIKE THIS COME ONE
There was a quiet ferocity about Mando’s whole being that spoke of all the ways he knew how to kill, but he was also still the same man who had gone back for Grogu.
Oooh I like ‘quiet ferocity’
The ex-bounty hunter shook his head, “No, that is for you. I’m not letting you walk around without something to protect yourself, mir'shebika.”
BA’BUIR 🥺
But she did it in such a way that made it feel she was trying to teach you rather than purely to scare you.
AUNTIE FENNEC 🥺🥺🥺
“...More painful and potential for being messy with a possible struggle, though if you want to crush the larynx and trachea that would work better ”
“Okay but what if we want to cause maximum pain and suffering?” Reader asks as she casually glances over at Moff Gideon’s body in carbonite.
You had gaped at her as the older woman continued to eat the perfectly cut cubes of meat-like protein as if this was a normal dinner conversation.
Yes, it is
That, and the time he had spent surviving the deserts on Tatooine had meant he hadn’t updated that into his ship’s kit as of yet, so the glorified closet (which you did note seemed to be soundproof) would just have to do.
Just put him in the poop tank, he’ll fit right in with his fellow turds
“I don’t feel right in letting you leave without some sort of payment,” Mando finally spoke up, his tone firm.
God they’re going to do the thing, aren’t they? Where one person insists on paying the other refuses and they just go back and forth until money gets shoved someplace
“If you insist, I acknowledge your offer of a debt that will be collected at a later date.”
READER BABYSITTING DUTIES IT IS THEN MANDO LMAO you got yourself into this
Seeing as Fett had a rather… complicated history having done some work for the Empire, you thought you rather understood his aversion to being around bureaucrats from the New Republic.
UGH BUREAUCRACY AND RED TAPE
“Thank you for holding. You have reached the New Republic Security Division for the Outer Rim sector. Your call is very important to us, please stay on the line until an available security representative can take your call. Please be aware this call may be recorded for quality control.”
the wheeze that left my body cannot be described with mere words
Fett grinned, “Good, ‘cause I know exactly what you can help me out with.”
cackle I’m calling it now
YOU WILL LOOK AFTER MY BU’AD OR I WILL BREAK EVERY BONE IN YOUR BODY
Ahhhh Heater I loved this so much it was so much fun XDDD Thank you for sharing!!!
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 5
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader
Warnings: Space battles, some violence (someone gets sucker punched 👀), some language, implied injuries, just barely starting to explore past the events in the finale, Please note: spoilers for Season 2 Episode 8
Words: 2.9k
Tags: Angst, bonding time with Ba’Buir Boba over meals, reader starts getting her self-preservation instincts back slowly, the cheese is back! for a little bit
Thank you to my awesome beta reader and constant cheerleader @princessbatears <3
Your fingers dug into the leather edge of the seat as you listened to Bo’Katan and Boba exchange sharp quips right up until the moment the ships had both dropped out of hyperspace. The glow of blue and purple disappeared as the black vastness of space returned with a sudden shift in deceleration that caused you to shift forward, your body pressing against the seat belt that went over your stomach and then across your chest.
The transport in front of you was flying in what you assumed was evasive maneuvers as Boba aimed close, but not too close. The firing of the canons on Slave I were distinct as the flashes of red filled your wide eyes.
You could do nothing but just watch in a mix of horror and wonder as the scene unfolded before you, and then you were suddenly struck that it wasn’t a scene in front of you, it included you.
For all the blasts and colors your brain screamed at you, not about the danger. No, you were currently trying to process the sight of the massive grey ship you all were closing in on.
You knew what it was, Moff Gideon’s ship obviously. You had even seen the glowing blueprints of the Class 546 Cruiser not long ago, but that had been a hologram, a sort of ephemeral image that was abstract enough for your brain to sort of just accept as real.
CHOOAAAASSSSSSSSSS under cut of course to spare the innocent
It was massive, larger than any kind of ship or transport you had ever seen on earth.
What is he compensating for I wonder
“This is Lambda shuttle 2743, requesting emergency docking.”
Also why would they even let some rando dock with their ship and not just tell them to eff off? Is the Empire known for letting this happen? Are they assuming this is Pershing’s ship? If so, wouldn’t they know which officers went to go pick him up in the first place? Two dudes, not a lady??? idk
“Come on, princess,” Boba muttered as the TIE fighters roared past Slave I before turning to pursue your ship from behind.
call me princess one more time, Boba Fett
please i am begging you lmao
The fact Boba had been so blasé in mentioning that the rescue team might not make it.
Well, he’s Mandalorian, and he’s used to these risks
Boba had seemingly gotten enough of your nervous energy so he had given you the task to get some ration tins from the conservator.
“STOP WEARING A HOLE IN MY FLOORING DANG IT”
You were tempted to take the cheese, and you pondered on it for a moment before leaving it for now.
THE CHEESE IS SAFE THANK GOODNESS
It took a minute to find it before you returned to the cockpit to find out there hadn’t been any news from the rescue team yet. So there wasn’t much else to do but to eat.
#Stress Eating Yay
When the ship punched back into space by the cruiser, you saw him frown as there was a beeping that started up as Slave I rocked back and forth before settling again.
Okay imagine seeing Luke give him a peace sign as they yeeted on by lmao
“We’re going,” Mando ordered tersely.
Omg I had forgotten that Reader left before the season finale ;__;
“Didn’t take much for you to give up the child to the Jedi. I suppose he didn’t mean as much to you as you thought after you got a hold of the Darksaber. We’re not so different after all, Djarin.”
Can I punch him too pls
The New Republic Marshal stiffened, her face reddening in anger at the rebuff.
WELL MAYBE YOU SHOULD READ THE ROOM, BOO
OMG HEATER ;__; I AM SAD ABOUT GROGU ALL OVER AGAIN WHY U REMIND ME OF THIS PLS TELL ME WE GET GRO’IKA BACK
Wonderful chapter! Thank you so much for sharing!!!
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 4
| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader
Warnings: Some language, mild references to future violence, not canon compliant but that is the point, Please note: mild spoilers for Season 2 Episode 8
Words: 1.8k
Tags: Introspection, discussion, the first hints of ba’buir Boba, you start to feel out what kind of place you have on Slave I
Thank you to my beta reader @princessbatears
You listened to the hum of the engines coming to life, the passenger deck oddly empty now. Even in the short time you had been on Slave-I, you had grown used to the almost cramped feeling the area had when occupied with the forces of personality that were contained in the bodies of several Mandalorians, an ex-rebel shock trooper, and a (supposedly) ex-assassin. To say that the energy levels involved with those people were high would be an understatement.
When it was now just you and Dr. Pershing? This space, while still rather small, felt hollow, an echoey metal shell that was what? Perhaps just a few mere inches from the cold vacuum of space? That thought alone was enough to put goosebumps up and down your arms. The closest comparison you had was flying on a plane, yet the vastness of space was a different animal to a single planet’s atmosphere.
The doctor hadn’t tried to talk to you after the first attempt had earned him a glare from you. You had little patience for a man who experimented on a toddler. Certainly, he was sure to have a story of how he had come to be working under Moff Gideon, yet at the moment? You couldn’t find it in yourself to be at all interested. Maybe it was short-sighted to not get any tidbit of information you could, but after the rest of the crew had transferred to the Imperial Transport you couldn’t concentrate on much else except worry about the plan.
Perhaps just a few mere inches from the cold vacuum of space?
yay dread and realizing you’re one hull puncture from being jettisoned into the cold void of space :D
You had little patience for a man who experimented on a toddler.
Off with his head (or balls, balls first though)
“Take a trip to the ‘fresher, if you need to, and then come up top. Be quick about it.”
yeah he knows for a fact Reader can’t do shit to him except annoy him
So you decided it was best to not look downwards.
cowers in fear at the thought of heights
Fett didn’t seem to give much indication he was listening, continuing to pilot the ship.
Oh but you know he is watching v carefully. Veeeery carefully.
“You don’t know me, Fennec, the marshal, or Mando. Yet, you leap to defend our honor like a pissed off strill. Don’t know how you deemed it your place to do.”
Listen Ba’buir we know a bigot when we see one, maybe if someone stuffed a donut into her pie hole she’d be a happier person
Boba just huffed a chuckle, “All out of piss and vinegar, Mir’shebika?”
I AM 200% PISS AND VINEGAR can i go to the fresher pls
“I trust that if you tried anything I could handle you just fine.”
I’m a dumb thirsty bitch, but I ain’t stupid
“You didn’t even try looking for my weapon’s locker, walked right past it. If you are a spy you’re going to need to work harder or I’m going to start thinking you’re utreekov — empty-headed.”
Excuse you I have at least two braincells rattling around up there - the one that tells me I shouldn’t do something and the one that tells me to ignore what the first one said
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES OMG I LOVED BA’BUIR PLS GIVE ME MORE BA’BUIR I LOVE HIM SO MUCH and Pershing can go eat an entire eggplant
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 3
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader (eventually)
Warnings: Not truly canon compliant but that is the point, shit is getting real, mild language, implications of violence, some off screen death and violence, Please note: spoilers for Season 2 Episode 8
Words: 2.2k
Tags: Chaos, Reader is snarky, but also seems to have lost her sense of self preservation, some introspection is had, lots of Mandos posturing, Din isn’t taking any shit he just wants his kid safe
The gyro systems shifted and kept the passenger desk you were on level, the shell shifting around you. The windows showed the darkness of space and the stars beyond. The transparisteel slid away to reveal more of the grey, silver, and yellow-painted metal of the hull.
You were again grateful that you had been buckled into your seat as Slave I shook with a dull rumble as it coupled with the ship that you all had been chasing after. Not that you knew who was on this ship or why they were after them. You hadn’t thought it wise to ask at the moment and, after all, the last thing you had seen on the show the previous week had mainly consisted of Din making that wonderfully delicious threat to the Moff, quoting back the man’s own words to him from the last time they had faced off.
You had figured it wasn’t wise to ask if that had happened or not, but you found it rather safe to assume it had. If this Mando was as similar to the one in the show at least? Man, that wasn’t confusing at fricking all.
Angle! I’m sorry this has taken so long - yes I know it’ll keep but your fics give me life so before you say that realize that without your fics I Will Literally Die okay - but I am here to bask in your amazing af AU
Chaos under cut, as usual
You hadn’t thought it wise to ask at the moment and, after all, the last thing you had seen on the show the previous week had mainly consisted of Din making that wonderfully delicious threat to the Moff, quoting back the man’s own words to him from the last time they had faced off.
Goddamn that was HOT AF
Fennec stayed back to keep half an eye on you as you watched this Mando and Cara go to board the ship.
HALF AN EYE
EXCUSE YOU I AM ENOUGH TROUBLE TO MERIT AN ENTIRE EYE, AT LEAST >:{
Din was quiet for a moment before sighing, “I… might know some people who will help.”
“I know someone but I don’t want to know her”
Even still, you were grateful when it was deemed time to feed you and Pershing when the two Mandalorians had gone off to find the “help” Mando had been talking about.
GIMME MY CHEESE BACK, YOU CRETIN
But she was clearly closer to her mid-fifties rather than the actress who you were pretty sure was closer to 40.
I’m not cackling at the fact that Bo-Katan is in her fifties, I’m cackling that you made a point of mentioning that the writers of the show can’t do basic mathematics XDDD
It quickly became clear that Pershing and you were to be left with Boba on Slave I while everyone else would make up the team boarding the cruiser.
Weeeeeee time spent with Ba’buir Boba! =>v<=
That was until you heard the tail end of a conversation happening between Bo-Katan and Koska.
SASS. GIVE THEM SASS, READER.
You should stop talking, you really, really should. But do you? No.
WE ARE ALL PART OF TEAM #NO PRESERVATION INSTINCT AND PROUD OF IT
Somewhere to the side of you, there was a muffled snort that came from Boba.
ADOPT ME, BA’BUIR
A sudden wall of beskar and man came between you and the Mandalorian you had been purposefully antagonizing.
I LIKE A WALL OF MAN AND BESKAR YES I DO
“Really?” you couldn’t see Bo-Katan’s face but you could hear the scoff in her words. “Adiik be te Kyr’tsad gar motir par ibic aruetii?”
BITCH WATCH YOUR COCK HOLSTER
“Keep your mouth shut, we don’t have time for this,” he ordered tersely before turning away on his heel.
Din baby you can keep my mouth busy with other things if you want
AHHH I LOVED THIS UPDATE SO MUCH I AM SO GLAD I HAVE A COUPLE MORE PARTS TO READ, AD’IKA THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SHARING IT WITH US
In a Universe Far, Far Away - Part 5
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Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader
Warnings: Space battles, some violence (someone gets sucker punched 👀), some language, implied injuries, just barely starting to explore past the events in the finale, Please note: spoilers for Season 2 Episode 8
Words: 2.9k
Tags: Angst, bonding time with Ba’Buir Boba over meals, reader starts getting her self-preservation instincts back slowly, the cheese is back! for a little bit
Thank you to my awesome beta reader and constant cheerleader @princessbatears <3
Your fingers dug into the leather edge of the seat as you listened to Bo’Katan and Boba exchange sharp quips right up until the moment the ships had both dropped out of hyperspace. The glow of blue and purple disappeared as the black vastness of space returned with a sudden shift in deceleration that caused you to shift forward, your body pressing against the seat belt that went over your stomach and then across your chest.
The transport in front of you was flying in what you assumed was evasive maneuvers as Boba aimed close, but not too close. The firing of the canons on Slave I were distinct as the flashes of red filled your wide eyes.
You could do nothing but just watch in a mix of horror and wonder as the scene unfolded before you, and then you were suddenly struck that it wasn’t a scene in front of you, it included you.
For all the blasts and colors your brain screamed at you, not about the danger. No, you were currently trying to process the sight of the massive grey ship you all were closing in on.
You knew what it was, Moff Gideon’s ship obviously. You had even seen the glowing blueprints of the Class 546 Cruiser not long ago, but that had been a hologram, a sort of ephemeral image that was abstract enough for your brain to sort of just accept as real.
Anyways here’s some more Kit Fistme to grace your feed this fine day. Tagging @nelba bc she was my sounding board; @anxiety-riddled-mando , @onabouteverything & @catsnkooks for wanting a part 2, and @leias-left-hair-bun bc I tagged her in the last one lol
Nsfw, 18+, look it’s just smut idk what you expect from me 🔥
Being with Kit is always a good time, because he can go from soft to playful to rough without a second thought. He’s open to anything you’re willing to take, and each time is as thrilling as the last.
That said
You were currently scolding yourself with what little concentration you had left
Because why had it taken so fucking long for you to suggest him restraining you in bed?
It was hard to gather a single thought as you arched up into him when he slid his cock into you. Your wrists were pinned above your head with one of his hands, while his other clutches at your waist.
Your movement bared your neck to him, and before your eyes fluttered shut as you gasped, you saw his gaze trail along your flushed skin.
You missed seeing him lean down to nuzzle at the base of your neck, but your eyes flew wide open and you moaned brokenly when his teeth skunk into your skin in time with his next thrust.
You swear you saw stars as one of the ridges on his swollen head rubbed just right against a spot within you, and you couldn’t help but squirm within his grasp.
Kit’s eyes narrowed dangerously when he pulled back just enough to observe you, but then you’re distracted by the smirk playing on his lips, and you knew he was plotting something—
—and then you felt a pair of his tentacles wrap their way around your neck from either side, and you couldn’t hold in your gasping cry as you came on his cock instantly.
“I knew you’d like that, naughty thing you are,” Kit crooned, and you could feel his tentacles tighten a bit more as you dazedly refocused on him.
Author’s Note: Here we go y’all! This chapter is a bit slower, but its essential in establishing Oberyn and reader realationship a bit further! I really hope you all enjoy this one!
Word Count: 4.5k
Warnings: none?
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For the first time in what feels like a long time, Oberyn wakes up to an empty bed, his lover nowhere to be found. He feels a worried confusion settle over his mind until his eyes fall to the folded piece of paper placed in the empty space next to him on the bed. Taking the letter in his hand, he unfolds it and scans its contents. He lets out a small sigh of relief when he sees his lover’s familiar signature at the bottom of the parchment. Ellaria had been called away to her home in Hellholt, stating that she would be back as soon as possible. She also encouraged Oberyn to spend time with you, introducing you to Dorne and helping you get acquainted with your temporary home. Not that he needs to hear this.
Truth be told, Oberyn is quite enraptured with you, something that Ellaria had noticed from the moment she saw the prince interact with you. Oberyn will not deny this either. You fascinate him, not only because of your unfortunate predicament, but because he can sense something within you. An intelligence and inner beauty that he can’t seem to describe, yet, he is determined to discover more of. He quickly dresses and instructs one of the handmaidens to prepare a spread of food in his chambers before exiting the room and walking towards your chambers. The walk is short, and in mere moments, he is standing before your door placing a few firm knocks to the thick wood.
He hears a faint, ‘come in’ and pushes the door open slowly, afraid of disturbing you despite your invitation. He is not prepared for the sight that greets him. He was expecting you to still be in bed or perhaps doing your hair in front of the mirror. Instead, he finds you sat on the large bed provided to you, a multitude of books and large maps spread out on top of the plush surface. Your hair is no longer in the intricate braids from yesterday, no doubt you had taken them out at some point in favor of letting the strands fall freely around your face. Oberyn doesn’t have long to admire the beauty before him before your small voice breaks the silence of the room.
Aeryn! I was originally holding off until this past weekend to be able to read this lovely chapter, but things happened…and well, here we are, with me moving at a snail’s pace!
Chaos below the cut, as usual. :D
She also encouraged Oberyn to spend time with you, introducing you to Dorne and helping you get acquainted with your temporary home.
Awww, Ellaria is such a good bean to remind Oberyn to spend time with Reader! I don’t think he would have forgotten either way. 🥺❤️
Instead, he finds you sat on the large bed provided to you, a multitude of books and large maps spread out on top of the plush surface.
From what I remember, he is big on education, isn’t he? It makes sense he’d be attracted to someone as educated as him. I don’t think there would be anything quite as nice as studying with someone as smart and cute as Oberyn, and having a good meal with him lol.
A warm smile graces Oberyn’s face as he looks down at you, and you find yourself thinking that you’d like to see it more often.
Who wouldn’t am I right?
Oberyn shrugs, taking a few more bites of fruit before speaking, “I thought it a good idea to show you around Sunspear. Since we have no answers of when or if we can get you home, it seems best to get you acquainted with your temporary residence, don’t you think?”
Smart and considerate, what a dreamy dude. ❤️
However, you find yourself asking Oberyn question after question about every little thing.
Whatever it takes to keep him talking, right? PP has such a lovely voice.
He sighs, “Because of who we were born too. I am a prince,” he picks up a handful of sand, watching intently as it runs through his fingers, “Ellaria is a bastard of the lord of Hellholt. My brother would never allow me to marry her.”
Jerk. Though, I suppose if anyone were to be able to find away around that, it would be Oberyn. (Can you tell I’m a hopeless romantic? XD)
Soon you both find yourselves back in his chambers, paper and ink pulled out onto the table as you are now trying to explain the technology of your world to him.
Well, I guess it doesn’t count as messing with the timeline if Reader has been transported into another universe entirely? I wonder what the impact of all that sudden knowledge would have on the kingdom, politically and socially. But that’s probably a lot to ask, so I’ll stop there lol.
You choose to ignore this realization for a moment in favor of joining him on the balcony, your gaze following his own to look up at the sky.
Time flies with good company! Especially company as cute as Oberyn. >.>
“Perhaps the people never change…just the world around them does.”
That’s a fair assessment, I think.
However, as sleep slowly consumes you, the only thought that you care about is that you wish it was the prince in your arms instead.
Oh myyyyyy.
I loved that Reader had that moment of introspection back at the brothel and realizing that they only had a limited view of the world, and that things are so different between their worlds. This was a wonderful way to start my week. I can’t wait to get to chapter 4! I’ve been looking forward to this for ages now. Thank you so much for sharing, Aeryn!
Pairing: Din Djarin x Earthling fem!reader
Warnings: Crack fic (that is now going to have some narrative and character driven meat lmao), 2000s/2010s fanfic tropes, some language, not canon compliant but that is the point, Please note: this is set right before the Finale Episode and contains general spoilers for Episode 7
Words: 1.3k
Tags: Humor, chaos, uncanny valley, unexplained “magic”, reader is tired cranky and bratty
Well, things could be worse, you supposed.
Sure, you were still currently in your pajamas, but someone had found an extra pair of shoes that were close enough to your shoe size. You had no idea whose they might have been, but it was nice to not have freezing toes.
Even after deciding that you were probably not a spy or an assassin, you had been given a brisk pat-down and then handcuffed. Of course, there hadn’t been much of anything to find. You didn’t even have your damn cell phone on you. But what added insult to injury? Your cheese had been confiscated.
Thankfully, you had been able to convince them to not toss it out and instead put it in their fridge — or the conservator as they called it. It would’ve been sad to have just lost it after all.
That all had been some hours ago, everyone being mostly alright to ignore you so long as you didn’t make any sudden moves. They had bigger issues to deal with at the moment than try to figure you out.
Angle! Woohoo! Here we go! Chaos under cut, as usual.
You had no idea whose they might have been, but it was nice to not have freezing toes.
Oh fun, borrowed shoes XDDDDD At least Reader has warm toes. That’s always a good start.
Your cheese had been confiscated.
oh hell no they took Reader’s cheese?!?!
Thankfully, you had been able to convince them to not toss it out and instead put it in their fridge — or the conservator as they called it.
i’m watching you assholes how dare they take reader’s cheese why not let them finish it you know?
He didn’t feel like the Din Djarin you’d seen portrayed on screen by Pedro Pascal.
I’m so glad you’re not making him Pedro in armor, not sure if I told you that. But that would have felt a lot like real person insert, you know?
They were heavy on your wrists, you were tired and cranky and it made you perhaps a bit more mouthy than you might normally have been.
...idk, if I was magically transported into another universe I’d probably be willing to test my luck. And I love that Reader is insulting Din in Mando’a. Just the right amount of brat.
You pressed your lips together to keep from lobbing a sharp retort to his retreating form, guess you weren’t going to get any sleep anytime soon now.
MAYBE ONE DAY, READER. Maybe one day you shall have sleep. This was such a delightful chapter, Angle! Thank you for sharing. :D
Author’s Note: Here is chapter 2! I hope you guys are enjoying these series so far, I am beyond excited to write it and can’t wait to see what you all think!
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Descriptions of a panic attack, angst, fluff.
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Despite Oberyn’s promise of your safety here in Dorne and under his protection, you can’t help the anxiety that bubbles within your chest as he brings you to another large wooden door somewhere within the palace. You expect him to knock to warn whoever is in the room of your presence but instead, he just pushes the door open with ease, guiding you into the room and closing the door behind you. Your eyes immediately scan the room, taking in the ornate decorations adorning the space. The bed is what draws your attention most. The flowing red and orange canopy draping over the top and sides of the bed, as well as a multitude of firey colored blankets and pillows layering the mattress. Most importantly, however, your eyes are drawn to the woman laying amongst the pile of bedding, eyes alight as they fall upon you and Oberyn.
She sits up as Oberyn leaves your side, a mischievous smile adorning her face as she glances from you back to the Prince approaching her.
“Have you brought us another little dove to pleasure, my love?” her voice is smooth as silk, and you can’t help the confused look that crosses your face at her words.
Oberyn chuckles leaning onto the bed to capture the woman’s lips in his own and you blush even harder at the blatant display of affection and look away.
“No,” Oberyn’s rich baritone fills the air, “Not this time, my love. I am in need of your assistance, however.”
You finally risk a glance at the couple, only to see a small pout form on the woman’s lips, “What a shame,” she laments, letting out a small sigh, “But how may I help you my love?” she sits up straighter now, moving to the edge of the bed.
Ahhh, Aeryn, I’m sorry it took so long to get here but. I am here and I am ready to keep reading! The rest of the review is under the cut because I like to talk a lot lol.
I’m literally crying rn reading through this! And all of your other kind comments! You have truly revived my passion for this series and I really hope to continue it soon! Thank you so so much for leaving these comments behind! ❤️🥰
