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You Deserve It (The Mandalorian x Reader) [SMUT]

hello!!!! this is my first fic for this fandom (and of course it had to be smut lmao)

based off of a drabble by @mandadoration and probably an ask sent to @zeldasayer (i love both of them please check them out!!!!)

so anyway:

summary: You are a mechanic for the famed Mandalorian, but in a typical hyperdrive jump, your relationship changes. (porn w/o plot…yeah)

warnings: smut, cockwarming, swearing (obvs), breeding kink if u squint

lmk if u want to be tagged in future things!! i have a few in planning rn and more on the way!!!!

here it is on ao3!!

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The Mandalorian was sitting in the captain’s chair when you returned from putting the child to sleep in the hull. You sighed and plopped into the copilot’s seat. Mando hired you as a mechanic for his hunk of junk he called his ship, but inevitably you turned into a jack-of-all-trades with the kid and the bounty hunters after it. You two were now heading for one of Mando’s contacts who could offer a haven for a couple of days.

“Kid’s asleep,” you said, propping your legs over the armrests of the seat. “You need me for anything?” You let your head fall against the back of the chair. It had been a long day and all you wanted to do was fall into your cot down in the hull and sleep through the hyperdrive jump.

“Yeah,” Mando grunted from the control panel. “Take off your clothes.”

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Hey bby! Congrats on the milestone!! Your work always makes me 🥺 (btw reading your boba fic is my origin story of how I am now a boba bucket fucker, so yeah thanks for the curse) and you deserve thousands more!

If you are free and inspired, how's NSFW prompt 32 for Din? Where din tells that to the reader heheeee luv ya~

VAL you’re gonna make me cry ily bb 🥺 💕 I’m getting younger Din vibes from this. Think Din before season 1 when he was working with Ran, Xi’an, and Qin. I hope you like it!

Rating: Explicit 18+

NSFW Prompt: “I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: cockwarming, public sex, lap-sitting, breeding kink, creampie

The crew doesn’t know what to make of the Mandalorian.

He isn’t as deranged as the twins, which is a bonus; but he’s quiet, withdrawn, and seems to be a constant state of annoyance. For kriff’s sake, no one even knows his name. Everyone just calls him Mando.

While aloof, no one can deny he is a damn good bounty hunter. Ruthless and intentional, he works hard and that’s something that Ran appreciates. Hard work means more jobs, and more jobs means more credits. Mando gets the job done and only causes a fuss if someone else starts it, or if someone goes after you.

So when you sit in his lap after another successful mission, no one thinks much of it.

The cantina is surprisingly packed given the small population of the planet. Xi’an manages to find a naive local for the night, while the rest of you secure the last available booth. Sliding in, your skirts hike up in the Mandalorian’s lap as Ran and Qin start a game of Sabacc.

Mando rests one of his hands on your waist while the other runs along your exposed thigh. He is stoic, and if it weren’t for his wandering hands, you would think he fell asleep. His touch is torture — gloved fingertips dancing in lazy steps against your flesh. Up and down, back and forth, moving everywhere except where you want him.

You dare to grind your hips in a tiny circle against his cock. It’s the barest of movements, as much as you dare with Ran and Qin so close, but enough for Mando to respond by rocking his own against you.

Thankfully, the dim lights conceal your burning face and squirming body from the others. One look in your direction and they would know exactly what you and Mando are up to.

“Cheater!” Qin’s hand slams down on the table, making the sticky table rattle as Ran collects his winnings. Your pussy clenches from the sound, causing Mando to hiss a sharp breath, one that can almost pass as a moan.

If they heard, they did’t acknowledge it. Mando uses their obliviousness to his benefit. He rocks hips once more as Qin shuffles the cards for a rematch. Trying to play off your sigh as a yawn, you turn to bury your head in the cowl around his neck.

“Seven hells, Mando,” You whine, loud enough for only him to hear.

“Quiet.” He pinches your waist as a warning. He knows what he’s doing, keeping you sat on his cock and seeing how long you can last before you’re whining.

The hand on your thigh finally slinks towards your center until his thumb anchors itself to your clit, rubbing circles as you squirm against his thighs. You can feel him throbbing, the blunt head of his cock pushing against your walls. He has to feel your neediness, he has to. The sparking arousal is making your juices leak down and dampen his pants, you can feel the damp material scratching you.

One look from Qin or Ran and it’s all over…

He keeps rutting into you, picking up speed as the local band starts on another ballad. Their instruments drown out the loud chatter, and Mando uses it to his advantage. Dipping his head down, he presses the cold metal of his helmet to your cheek. Nothing odd or suspicious. No one is paying attention and even if they did, it would look like Mando is leaning in close to tell you something.

“The second we land in Alzoc, I’m renting the first room I find…”

His thumb moves faster against your clit as you squeeze him tight in a feeble attempt to stop his words, but he continues on without a break in his voice.

“I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

He continues on, hips moving against you so you feel every inch and ridge of his stiff cock. Praying the others can’t see the shudder running through you, you bite down on his cowl.

“I’m going to tie you to the bed and make you come over and over. Really make your pussy flutter.”

The growing pleasure makes your back tighten in anticipation. You’re so close, the edges of your mind start to burn as your sensibility turns to ash.

“I’ll fill you up so well you’ll be leaking for days. We’ll need to ask for a change of sheets.”

He makes you hopeless. You can’t keep the moans at bay any longer — they come out, muffled by his cowl and the music, but still strong enough for the skin on his neck to vibrate. You want to on Azloc, Nevarro, his ship, anywhere but here. Just somewhere far away so you can scream.

“You like that? You want me to fill you up? Claim that sweet little pussy as mine?”

Everything under his touch burns from impending bliss. He knows you too well considering how little you know about him. It’s as if he was born with the knowledge of how to make you feel this good.

“We’re not leaving that room until you’re fucking ruined. Cock dumb and full.”

Through the rush of his words and the heavy beats of the band, you start falling into disarray.

“You’re fucking mine, right? All mine. My fucked out beauty.”

You become liquid light.

Your orgasm rushes in tidal waves, setting your nerves off like tiny fireworks, as you tremble in his grip. You milk his cock, squeezing hard until he shudders from his own release.

You give him a final clench before pulling your head from the crook of his shoulder. Your eyes adjust to the bleary sight in front of you. Ran and Qin have their heads buried behind their cards, oblivious as Mando’s cum starts to leak out.

Exhaustion quickly weighs down on your bones, making you slump down against Mando’s large chest. His death grip on your waist loosens, but remains in place as he shuffles underneath your tired body.

Neither of you had really thought of what to do afterwards. He can’t exactly pull out and lift you off his lap without exposing the awful mess you two made, and eventually you’ll need to move.

But with you dozing off against him and Ran and Qin not interested in leaving any time soon, he settles back in his spot, relaxing just enough to enjoy your body pressed against him. He’ll figure it out later. He always does.

Carrie Fisher and Mark Hamill, late 70’s

You

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut, no y/n, minor mentions of blood, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), vaginal sex, established relationship, mild hurt/comfort, Grogu is the cutest, Din loves his mesh’la

A/N: Another soft!Din piece because I can’t get enough of him. Hope you enjoy :)

Summary: You were used to him being gone for a couple weeks at a time, and even though this would be his longest trip yet, you didn’t want him to see the sadness that weighed on your heart. He turned to leave but before you could stop yourself you blurted it out, not with great urgency, more like a plea. “Be careful.” He froze, his back still turned to you. Not knowing what to do you spoke again, now just above a whisper. “Please.”

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“Shit!”

You drop your tools and instinctively bring your finger to your lips to sooth the pain, and soon you taste iron. When you pull your hand away you see a small bead of crimson on your knuckle. Nothing too bad, just punishment for letting your mind drift elsewhere.

You hear a soft whine behind you and turn to see the child staring at you, his head tilted with concern.

“I’m ok,” you assure him and wiggle your fingers. “Just a small one.”

You stretch your arms out in an invitation and he excitedly waddles towards you. When you scoop him into your lap he immediately goes for your injured finger, grabbing it with his three fingers to inspect. The sweet act of concern makes you giggle.

He looks at you with those big black eyes and you raise an eyebrow. “Healing not your area of expertise?” you joke.

You set him down to place your tools back in the toolbox and stand to store them where they belong. When you turn back to the little green boy he’s smiling at you, eyes drooping slightly.

“About time for bed, don’t you think?”

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Cazador Szarr 🖤

first off this video is hilarious, and second: it's canon now that the Mandalorian would listen to Africa by Toto

mando fights the droids, but a slowed version of “daddy issues” by the neighbourhood plays in the background

That moment when you have to give back Daddy’s helmet but you REALLY don’t want to!!!

(Thank you to @keethus-arts for letting me share this) 

@zombiexbody @absurdthirst @ivars-heathen @storiesofthefandomlovers 

I love baby’s official “Dad, what the fuck??They take their helmets off???” squeak.