whisper

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Fluff, smut, angst…you get it haha.

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Whisper x WeasleyTwins

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Harry Potter OC :

Whisper Northmore

A very charismatic young wizard. Despite being a Slytherin she tends to be quite soft and likable. She leans more with Ravenclaws, and Gryfindors. Hermione being one of her close friends despite being a year ahead of her. she’s quite shy but witty. She has a secret that no one knows—but one wizard. and she shares this with the “Chosen One.”

Her love life is almost none existent expect for the annoying and immature Weasley twins who seems to always be in her way—and her ear.

Her whole family is pure bloods, and Slytherin. Tight knitted with the Malfoy’s and the growing Dark Lord. She feels pressured to be someone she isn’t…but that does not stop her from protecting herself and the ones she loves.

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I Want it Bad !

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I can’t, I want it bad smut scene!

Please read I can’t .. I want it bad first!

Warnings: Smut, oral sex (F receiving), edging

“You’re so beautiful..” Din purred like a cat into y/n ear. She squirmed excitedly as the rough man gently tied a blind fold around the girl’s eyes.

This was the agreement.

Blind folded, Din will do whatever he wants, It was the Mandolorian code to never show their face. But, the couple found a way around the system.

Din took his sweet time removing his armor and helmet as y/n laid still on the bunk like the good girl she was.

“So good for me,” he whispered encouragement and praise to the eager girl.

Y/n flinched as Mando placed soft yet eager kisses on her face, then her lips…working his way slowly down. He wanted to see how good she really was, wanted to feel, and watch her squirm and claw at him, begging for him to please her as her cunt dripped.

Y/n thighs were clinched tight.

Mando unclenched her thighs with a sharp bite, making her jump. But his strong arms didn’t let her move an inch from under him.

“Be patient” he warned her.

“Please, Din, please” her begging echoing off the sterile walls of the ship.

He had already full undress y/n and placed kisses all over her body, and small love bites.

Then.

His lips found the lips of her dripping cunt. First it was a small kiss next it was an aching lick that parted her open perfect.

Just for him.

His index and pointer finger parted her pussy even more to welcome his mouth. His face smothered her core. His tongue licking and his mouth sucked her to the stars.

“oh fuck..”

Her moans only made him go quicker. His cock was prominent and hard for her.

“Mhmm”

He moaned into her core sending vibrations into her abdomen. Y/n’s hands found his curls pulling…and grinding into the man’s rough face. Din’s hand gripped her hips lifting her off the bed and buried his perfect mouth and sharp tongue deeper into the trembling aching girl.

Then, y/n unfolded into his mouth. And he licked her completely clean.

Lifting her back into the bed gently and placed small pecks along her aching pussy then a loving kiss to her perfect lips.

Little did she know. He had already came…all over her thighs.

All he needed was to please her and eat that perfect cunt.

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I can’t .. I want it bad

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hello<3.

This is my first time posting on here! But not my first fic! I hope you enjoy.

A/n: fluff

Smut scene!

Please read “I can’t, I want it bad” first!

Y/N is a skilled warrior with a mysterious past and a reputation for taking on impossible missions. After crossing paths with Din Djarin during a dangerous bounty hunt, the two develop a strong partnership built on trust, loyalty, and unspoken feelings. Fighting what they know is true.

The twin suns had long disappeared beneath the horizon when the Razor Crest’s replacement touched down on the dusty outskirts of Nevarro.

Y/N adjusted the dark beskar vambrace on her wrist and stepped down the ramp. The air smelled of ash and fuel. Nothing ever changed.

“You’re late.”

The familiar voice made her hand instinctively drift toward the blaster on her hip. Standing in the shadows was Din Djarin.

His helmet reflected the dim lights of the settlement, hiding whatever expression lay beneath.

“You asked me to come,” Y/N replied. “You didn’t say when.”

Din crossed his arms. “The bounty moved two days ago.” Y/N smirked. “Then I guess we’ll have to catch him.”

For a moment neither spoke. The tension between them wasn’t hostility—it was history.

Months ago they’d escaped a pirate ambush together near the Outer Rim. Since then, fate seemed determined to throw them back into each other’s paths.

A small green figure peeked out from behind Din’s cape.

Grogu.

His ears perked up when he seen the girl

“Hey, little guy.”

Grogu cooed happily and reached out with both hands.

Din sighed. “Traitor.”

Y/N laughed as Grogu practically launched himself into her arms.

The bounty could wait a few minutes.

Grogu settled comfortably in Y/N’s arms as Din led them through the dimly lit streets of Nevarro.

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“The bounty’s a former Imperial officer,” Din explained. “He’s been hiding in the city for months.”

“And now?” Y/N asked.

“Now he’s running.”

Din tilted his helmet toward her. Even without seeing his face, she could tell he wasn’t amused at the sight of his companion nuzzled into his “friend”-enemy.

The trio made their way toward a crowded cantina near the edge of the settlement. Music echoed through the open doorway, masking the conversations inside.

Din stopped before entering.

“I’ll go through the front.”

“And I’m guessing you want me to sneak in the back?”

“You’re good at it.”

Before she could answer, Grogu reached out and grabbed one of Din’s gloved fingers.

Din carefully freed his hand. “He’s learning bad habits.”

A moment later, blaster fire erupted from inside the cantina.

Din immediately drew his weapon.

“So much for subtle,” Y/N muttered.

They rushed inside.

Patrons dove for cover as bolts of red energy streaked across the room. At the far end of the cantina, a man in an Imperial officer’s coat pushed through a side door, flanked by armed mercenaries.

“That’s our target!” Din shouted.

Y/N handed Grogu to him without hesitation.

“Watch the kid.”

Before Din could object, she sprinted forward.

Blaster bolts flew past her as she vaulted over a table and landed directly in front of two mercenaries. One swung at her. She ducked, drove her elbow into his chest, and sent him crashing into a wall.

The second raised a blaster.

A sudden green glow surrounded the weapon.

Grogu.

The blaster lifted from the mercenary’s hand and flew across the room.

Din sighed. “Kid.”

Y/N couldn’t help smiling as she chased after the fleeing officer.

This mission had just become a lot more complicated.

The Imperial officer shoved through the crowded marketplace, knocking people aside as he ran.

Y/N wasn’t far behind.

“You’re not getting away!” she called.

The officer glanced back and fired a blaster bolt. Y/N dodged it and vaulted over a merchant’s stall, closing the distance between them.

Just as she reached for him, someone grabbed her arm.

She spun around, ready to fight, only to find Din.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“The alley.”

“What alley?”

Before Din could answer, the officer disappeared around a corner.

Y/N groaned.

“You just let him get away.”

Din nodded toward the rooftops above them.

A dozen armed mercenaries had taken positions overlooking the street.

“It was a trap.”

Y/N followed his gaze and sighed.

Suddenly, a familiar laugh echoed beside them.

Grogu was happily munching on something he’d stolen from a nearby food stand.

Y/N pointed at him.

“Your son is a criminal.”

Din looked at the snack in Grogu’s hands.

“He learned from you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You steal things.”

“I strategically acquire things.”

Din tilted his helmet.

“That’s stealing.”

Y/N crossed her arms.

“That’s a matter of opinion.”

For the first time, she heard it…a faint chuckle from behind the helmet.

She froze.

Din never laughed.

The realization seemed to hit him too because he quickly cleared his throat and turned away.

But it was too late.

Y/N was smiling.

And somehow, that made Din want to keep laughing.

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The ship hummed quietly as it drifted through hyperspace. Grogu had finally fallen asleep in his hammock after Din spent nearly an hour fixing the navigation system.

Y/N sat at the small table in the common area, cleaning her blaster.

Across from her, Din worked in silence on a damaged piece of armor.

The only sounds were the occasional clink of metal and the steady thrum of the engines.

Normally, Y/N didn’t mind silence.

But this one felt different.

Heavy.

Charged.

She caught herself looking up at him more than once.

The way he focused on his work. The way his gloved hands moved over the beskar. The way he always seemed so calm, even when everything around him was falling apart.

As if sensing her gaze, Din looked up.

Their eyes didn’t meet—his helmet made sure of that—but she knew he was looking at her.

“What?” he asked.

Y/N shrugged.

“Nothing.”

“You keep staring.”

A smile tugged at her lips.

“So you’ve noticed.”

Din returned his attention to the armor.

That wasn’t a denial.

Y/N leaned back in her chair.

“You know, for someone who doesn’t like talking, you’re surprisingly easy to read.”

That got his attention.

“No, I’m not.”

“You are.”

“How?”

She pretended to think about it.

“You get quieter when you’re annoyed.”

“I’m always quiet.”

“Exactly.”

Din sighed.

Y/N grinned.

“You worry about Grogu constantly.”

“That’s called being responsible.”

“You stand between me and danger whenever blaster fire starts.”

Din froze for half a second.

Just long enough.

Y/N noticed.

“There it is.”

“There what is?” His body shifted. Din set the armor piece down. his helmet tilting as his arms crossed.

“The reason you’re avoiding this conversation.”

The sharp sound echoed through the room.

“I’m not avoiding anything.”

The tension between them suddenly felt much smaller than the space around them.

Y/N stood and walked toward him.

One step.

Then another.

Until she was standing directly across from him. Closer than she probably should have been. Closer than either of them usually allowed.

“Then look at me and tell me I’m wrong.”

Silence. Din didn’t move.

Neither did Y/N.

The ship suddenly felt far too warm.

Far too small.

“You should get some sleep,” Din finally said.

Y/N laughed softly. “There it is again.”

“What?”

“Running away.”

Din stood.

The movement brought him even closer. Now there was barely any space between them.

Y/N’s breath caught as she had to cock her head up to stare at the tall man.

Neither spoke.

Neither stepped back.

For a moment, it felt like the rest of the galaxy didn’t exist.

Just the two of them.

Then Grogu let out a loud sleepy squeak from the next room.

The moment shattered instantly.

Y/N groaned and dropped her forehead against Din’s chest plate. To her surprise, Din didn’t move away. Didn’t tell her to stop. Didn’t step back.

nstead, he stayed exactly where he was. Close enough that she could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing beneath the armor.

And for several long seconds, neither of them seemed willing to be the first one to move.

Until Din’s hand slowly snaked up y/n arm leaving feather touches, then placed his metal mask on top of her head.

Y/n breath caught and she pressed further into the mandolorian. His heat radiating through his suit.

“You’re not half bad.” He mumbled as his hand slowly began to snake up the girl.

“Thanks” y/n laugh shortly, softly.

His hand found her chin and lifted it up slowly to meet the crush of his mask. “Get some sleep.” Was all he said before gently pushing her away and going to the cockpit.

Y/n was left in the same spot watching him walk away. Stomach turning…heat built and unsolved tension was in the air.

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The ship was quiet.

For once, there were no bounty hunters chasing them, no alarms blaring, and no missions demanding their attention.

Even Grogu was asleep.

Din sat alone in the cockpit, staring out at the endless stretch of hyperspace.

He should have been resting.

Instead, his thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N.

Eventually, he stood and made his way through the ship.

The door to her quarters was partially open.

Din paused

Y/N was asleep on her bunk, one arm tucked beneath her head. The dim lights cast soft shadows across her face, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she looked completely at peace.

No armor.

No weapons.

No walls.

Just her.

Din remained in the doorway longer than he intended.

Watching. Making sure she was okay. That was the excuse he gave himself, anyway. A strand of hair had fallen across her face.

Without thinking, he stepped closer.

Carefully

Quietly.

His gloved hand hesitated for a moment before gently brushing the strand away.

Y/N shifted slightly in her sleep. Din immediately froze. The last thing he wanted was to wake her.

But she only settled deeper into her blanket.

Safe

His gaze lingered on her longer than it should have.

He’d faced Imperial remnants, pirates, assassins, and creatures that could tear apart starships. None of them made him feel as uncertain as this.

Because this wasn’t a battle he knew how to fight. Grogu chose that moment to appear in the doorway.

The child looked from Din to Y/N. Then back to Din. A knowing little chirp escaped him. Din straightened immediately.

“No.”

Grogu chirped again.

“No.”

Another chirp.

Din could swear the kid was laughing at him.

Y/N stirred slightly, causing both of them to freeze.

After a few seconds, she relaxed again. Din released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

Grogu looked at him one last time before waddling away.

Din glanced back at Y/N. Hand coming back down leaving small feather touches.

She was so soft.

“What kinda spell do you have on me” He thought to himself as his fingers stopped right on the corner of her jaw.

Little did he know. Y/n was awake, eyes shut. All she wanted to do was wake up, pull him into her bed, and show him what she had been wanting to do.

Few seconds go by that felt like a whole orbit. and he’s still hovering over the sleeping girl.

Little did Din know Y/n was awake. He knew when she finally gave in and nuzzled her face into his gloved hand.

“I’m sorry—” he didn’t pull his away though. He just rubbed circles into her cheek.

“don’t apologize. We both need this”

Y/n was right. Fighting all the time can do a lot to a person who doesn’t get any sort of affection.

“We can forget about this in the morning. Right now just lay with me…” she mumbled softly, almost not audible. But he heard her.

He had always heard her. In rooms where her voice had no power, and in intimate places like this.

So he laid there with her. Not as a bounty hunter, not as a soldier but as a man and women seeking comfort in a war zone in chaos.