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One Hell of a Bargain

Summary: Din Darin is a bounty hunter of souls and was tasked of bringing you in...well cold. Something happens where two make a bargain. Unbeknownst to the both of you, this bargain would have serious consequences, dragging you into Din's world deeper than you imagined

Warning: Slight Boba x Din, mentions of death and description of car crash victims, nsfw in further chapters 😘

Hello everyone, so I came up with this idea with @ahoeformando along with some sexy professor Boba stories. This is super AU so please be nice. This has been sitting in my draft folder for two days cause I was so nervous 😂. Let me know what you think!

“Din, I have a new job for you,” Boba purred as he stroked, Din’s hair. Why he decided to keep his messy locks was beyond him. Din groaned and buried his face in his chest, acting as if he didn’t hear him.

“Don’t I do enough keeping the foundlings at bay and training the new warriors?”

Boba laughed, “You do, but her highness has personally requested you for this hunt. She is worried you are getting rusty.”

“I’ll show her rusty,” he mumbled as he rolled over onto his back next to Boba, “Fine.”

“I should warn you that things have changed quite a bit since you were last up there,”

“It’s only been 75 years, how much could have really changed?”

“You’d be surprised. Somehow these mortals have become more advanced and even more efficient in getting themselves killed. You might learn a new thing or two.”

Din sat up, removing himself from Boba’s warmth. He lazily put his pants back on and buttoned up his shirt. Running his hand through his locks, he looked over to Boba. He looked slightly older than Din; not that age meant anything to them. His wide frame took over most of the bed that he had shared with him. He was currently, casually leaning against the headboard, the sheets thrown lazily at his waist which left little room for imagination.

“Aren’t you coming, too?”

“I am not needed, it is just you, little one.”

“For someone who is so well respected with our queen, you really are lazy.”

“It is because I am so respected that I can be lazy,” Boba teased, “If you stick around with me, maybe you too can be so lucky.”

Din chuckled as he bent down to Boba, “Why do you think I really keep coming to see you?” planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Boba lightly smacked him, but didn’t pull away, “Don’t push your luck to today, kid.”

Din planted one last kiss as he strolled out of Boba’s room, making his way to the main hall to meet with his boss.

*****

“Come on, it is just a little drive it’ll be fun.”

You looked up, nervously chewing your bottom limp. Your boyfriend, Steve, of just over a year nudged your shoulder, “You’ve seen him do it a ton of times. It is perfectly safe.”

You stared at both boys, Steve and Eric. Both in their early twenties, you had just turned 19 and had hit a slight rebellious streak. Your parents hadn’t initially approved of you dating so quickly outside of highschool but you kept up with your marks and extra activities that they deemed it ok.

“Fine, but only for like a minute and then we go get ice cream like you promised.” you playfully pouted as you crossed your arms.

Steve laughed as he ruffled your hair, "Deal,"

You walked over hesitantly to the car. Dawned in an obnoxious yellow, the Subaru logo was blacked out. The interior was stripped to the bare minimum.

"Less weight, easier to corner." Eric had explained to you. He was a rookie track driver and was finding any excuse to talk about his car.

You sighed as you opened the back door, sliding into the back seat and buckled your seat belt immediately.

The two boys sat in front as Eric started the engine. You winced when you heard the exhaust choking slightly, you grimaced when you smelt the fumes wafting in the backseat. Eric has clearly done most of the work himself. You gripped onto the edge of your sit as you all steered out of the parking lot.

It was late in the evening, past rush hour but due to it being a weekend, there were more cars than usual.

“Umm, can’t we just give this a try in an empty parking lot?” you asked nervously, gripping the door handle, not sure what it would do.

Eric grinned at you looking back in the rear view mirror, “Don’t worry, Doll. This is a super light night”

You stifled a scream as he hit a sharp corner, bumping your head slightly on the window.

“Pft, 40 miles, this corner can totally take more.” you heard Eric casually tell you.

You gripped the seat, knuckles turning white. You tried to keep you breathing calm as the car swerved in and out of traffic. The sound of car sirens being deafened by the blood rushing to your head. You noticed another car pulling up beside yours, the same loud roar and the same stupid stickers.

"About time, now the fun can start," cheered your boyfriend.

"What?! You said this was going to be short!"

"Man you were right Steve, she is too uptight. You need to get laid, doll." Eric retorted.

Fear was replaced by anger as you banged on the headrest that your boyfriend was leaning his head on.

"I want out. Now! This isn't fucking funny!" you screamed as the car downshifted and pulled around a corner hard, throwing you back onto the seat.

“Oh shit the cops!” you felt Eric slam on the breaks, hard and the car started to reverse, “I can’t get caught again man, they already have my license,”

“They have your what?!” you yelled, looking frantically for some reassurance from your boyfriend but clearly got none.

You covered your eyes as he started to drive against traffic, begging for them to stop, to let you out, to just let the cops arrest them. You heard the sharp slamming of breaks and loud honks from the other cars as they swerved out of the way.

“Yoh man! Look out, she isn’t moving. Go left, left!”

That was the last thing you heard before your mind went blank.

**********

Din walked down the dimly lit hall. The torches flickered and danced along the reflection of the tiles. It was quiet today, as Din heard the echo of his footsteps. Usually it was bustling with other Mandalorians but as Boba said, it had been busy.

Approaching the large oak doors, Din heard a ‘Come in’ before he could even reach his hand to knock.

Din opened the heavy doors as welcomed to a site of papers thrown everywhere, half finished bottles of some strong wine or another. In the middle of the room stood, his boss, queen whatever title she decided to give herself today. In a previous life she was known as the armourer and was in charge of her guild of other tradeswomen. She was donned in her deep rouge coloured armour and short fur cape.

“Ah, Din Djarin, I was wondering when you were going to grace me with your presence.” she did not look up from her table as she walked around, looking at one form or another.

“I was told you finally have work for me,”

“I’ve always had work for you.” she responded coldly, “You were just always too good for the job.”

Din leaned against the table, arms crossed over his breastplate, “Well I am here now.”

She sighed, discarding some more papers onto the floor, “As you can see, we have been busier than usual. These humans have been doing a bang up job at getting themselves killed. We are only able to train so many recruits to go up and collect them as possible but I wouldn’t have asked you here if you weren’t my last option.”

“I am honored,” Din remarked, paying attention to the creases in his leather gloves more than her.

“Will you just come over here so we can both be done with each other?”

Din turned around, staring at a large hologram that was being projected by the data pad that was under the stacks of papers. In front of Din was a police chase that seemed to involve some tacky looking vehicle.

“Happy to see they finally advanced to faster locomotives,who knows maybe they will even reach our level of technology.”

“Pay attention, this is your target.” she zoomed in on the three individuals in the car.

“The two idiots in the front? Piece of cake, they are pretty much asking for us.”

“No, the girl in the back.” she zoomed in on a young girl, barely out of her teens, gripping the seat. Din noticed that she was screaming, her face red with tears and anger. Din couldn’t hear what was being said but it was clear she didn’t want to be there.

“It should be a simple in and out, bring her back, I have Paz on the other two.”

“You sent Paz?”

“I told you, we are short.”

Din pushed away from the table, “Fine, I’ll go. I’ll be back before dinner.”

Without even a passing glance, Din walked out of the messy room and back into the quiet hallway.

*******

You groaned, opening your eyes slightly as the asphalt ground came into view. You had a dull ache in your head as you sat up, getting your bearings together. You don’t remember what happened after the first crunch of metal hit the car in front of you but you were surprised you were in better shape than you expected.

You stood up, trying to dust the dirt off your pants and by trying, you noticed you couldn’t feel the rough denim of your pants. You also noticed that you didn't feel the solid road beneath your feet but you were clearly still standing on it.

“Ok, calm down, this is probably normal. Like shock or something,” you spoke out loud to yourself.

You called out for Steve and Eric as you walked back towards the crash. How did you end up so far away? You must’ve flown out the window or something and probably had a lucky landing. As you approached the damaged car you got a view of the severity of the accident.

The car was an accordion slammed into an SUV and the back was a heap of mangled metal. The door was completely crushed inwards with no way out. There were other cars around you that were a little rough for ware but it seemed Eric’s car took most of the damage.

“There is someone else back here!” you turned your head to the voice and noticed paramedics and firefighters surrounding the scene.

“Hurry!”

“Hey,” you called out, as you approached the firefighter, “I am fine, there was no one else in the back.” he looked over you grabbing the jaws of life and proceeded to cut the metal.

“Hey! Take care of the others you are wasting your time.”

He continued to ignore you as he had his colleagues help rip off the sliced metal, pulling it away from the car.

“Hey come on! See I told...you.” Once the firemen were out of the way you were given a full view of the back of the car. There was indeed someone in the back, a girl, close to your age. She had her arms over her head but her side was bloodied and torn from the metal that was again her. You couldn’t get a good look at her face as her hair wet with blood was stuck to her cheek.

“Get her out, put her down slowly.”

“No pulse, get a medic!”

“H-hey you,” whispered to one of the firemen, “Is she going to be ok? She was wearing her seatbelt....that saves lives, right?”

“If you haven’t noticed by now they can’t hear you.”

You whipped your head to the voice that was behind you. Before you stood someone in some weird type of armour. Their helmet covered their face entirely and you were greeted with a black T where their eyes probably were. His cape, or what assumed was a cape was dancing strangely in the wind. Looking closer it looked more like smokey shadows than actual fabric.

“Why...why not?” you croaked, seemingly losing your voice all of a sudden.

The creature sighed, placing a very human gloved hand on their forehead, seemingly annoyed, “They did get dummer, that’s for sure.”

“Excuse me?”

“The girl lying on the ground is you, sweetheart.” the apparition had a deep voice but was also soothing in some creepy way.

“M-m-me? That’s impossible, I am here, so the girl over there,” you turned around to look at the girl again, “...is me.” You stared at yourself as the paramedics were doing chest compressions on you but clearly it was no “use.

“It is time to go, I want to be back before dinner,” at this point you had decided that this thing was male.

“Go where? I am not going anywhere.”

The figure let out a frustrated sigh, “Listen, you seem nice enough so don’t make me angry. You are gone, girl, and I am here to bring you to where you will end up.”

“And where is that?”

“You’ll know when you get there.”

“That isn't an answer.” you huffed, hugging your arms over your chest as your body shook, “Are you like some grim reaper or something?”

“You could say that, sure.”

“Where is your scythe?”

“I am obviously not the grim reaper.”

“Then what are you,”

He growled placing his hands on your shoulders, obviously very irritated.

You shivered from the touch, he was freezing, the last bit of light felt like it was draining from you. You could feel his frustration as it seemed like he was trying to consume and control you.

“That isn’t for you to worry about. You will be brought down to our Kingdom and you will be one of ours.”

“So...so I am going to hell?” your vision became blurry, you couldn’t feel the tears but you assumed they were falling. “What was it? Was it sneaking out at night? Trying that joint that one time? I didn’t mean to steal the candy from the corner store when I was six, I just wanted-”

“You aren’t going to hell. The things you silly humans have come up with, I swear.”

You stared at the figure before you, he was a head and a half taller than you, you tried to puff yourself out to not feel so small as you did now.

“Then I am not going,” you decided as you pushed his hands off of you. “You can’t make me,”

“Girl, you don’t want to know the things I can get you to do.”

“I have a name! And since you won’t tell me what I have done or what or who you are. I want to go home, thank you.”

He once again placed his hands on the front of his visor and ran them down his helmet with a groan, “You know you can’t go home. I told you, you are dead.”

“Well change it.”

“What?”

“Fix it. You clearly are some sort of soul thingy person, put me back.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because I didn’t do anything-.”

“Anything wrong, yes yes. You think that is all we base you on? You are such simple creatures.

He paced around you and back and forth, clearly trying to wrap his head around what to tell you. He turned to look at you when he heard your sniffle, “W-whatever you want from me….you can have it later.”

“Excuse me?”

“You probably need my soul or something right? Just have it later....please.”

The creature actually laughed at the mere thought that you were trying to bargain with him. He had many reasons in the past, the way others would grovel offering riches, land, knowing very little what awaited them.

You straightened yourself up, “So we have a deal, you let me live and you can have whatever you want from me.”

“I really don’t think you know what you are asking-”

“I don’t care,” you argued, your eyes glaring daggers at him, “I don’t want to die and you can fix it, there has to be something.”

The creature approached you, towering over you, his cape slowly enveloping you and him. It felt oddly warm and relaxing. He looked up and you turned your head to notice there was another one like him walking away with two boys. You couldn’t make them out from this far away.

“Fuck it.” he sighed.

“What?”

“I will help you, this one time.” You smiled excitedly at him. If you weren’t so numb from the shock you probably were crazy enough to hug him.

“But,and this will be a big but, when the time comes, you will come with me.”

You nodded, your vision becoming blurry again. “You will have my soul or whatever.”

“Whatever I want, little one. You have just made a promise with someone that you definitely don’t want to break.”

“Thank you,” you murmured.

The creature sighed and started to walk away from you. You yelled out for him and he turned around.

“How do I um...how do I get back?”

He titled his head towards your direction, “Follow the light!”

“Haha very funny.” you turned around to where your body and there actually was a light glowing around the scene, “You’ve got to be kidding me,” as you ran towards it.

You didn’t notice that the man had stayed to watch you go. Why he gave in so easily to your pleading, this was supposed to be a simple job that he royally fucked up and already knew the paperwork involved.

“Well, fuck.”

*****Ten Years Later*****

You fumbled for the door handle and keys as you giggled at the man who clearly couldn’t keep your eyes off him. The alcohol had fogged your brain and you couldn’t exactly remember his name but he was fun and he was cute. You figured you could ask later.

“C’mon,” he murmured, kissing your neck and licking your ear messily causing you to giggle as you tripped into your apartment. Large text books were thrown across your small living room, empty take out containers lined the coffee table.

"Erm," you giggled sheepishly at the man before you. He clearly didn't care as he was already trying to get your shirt off and pushing you onto your couch. His kisses were messes as his lips reached yours. You inwardly grimaced at the grossness of it all, 'it is it ok,' you assured yourself 'I just need to get laid.'

He sat up to remove his shirt but before he went back to assault your poor lips, he stopped. You looked at his face, he had gone white, the hazy glow from the beers that night gone, you felt him tremble above you.

"Who, the fuck is that?"

"Who is what?" you leaned up and turned around and saw a tall figure with a T shape visor. Black shadows dancing around him.

"I believe you should be leaving." the figure said as he walked towards the two of you.

The guy shoved on you to jump off, knocking the wind from you, "What the fuck-" you groaned, trying to catch your breath. Without even grabbing his shoes or straightening himself up he was out of your apartment.

When you finally took in a deep breath you sat back up on your couch you were faced with the figure sitting on your coffee table. His helmet mere inches from you.

"Did you miss me?"

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Boba Fett in THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 16: The Rescue.  

Kiss Your Scars

Din Djarin x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Part of the Equal Partners series. Link to masterlist in bio.

Warnings: Smut, oral (m & f receiving), body worship, slight praise kink, first time together, tender smut, soft!Din, the Child being adorable

Thank you to @tintinwrites​ for giving this a beta read!

~

“Alright little guy,” you held the child in your arms as he cooed and giggled, “You’ve had enough excitement lately. It’s time for bed.”

Din watched with amusement as you took care of the child. It had only been a day since the big battle and blowout on Nevarro, and ever since then the child seemed more lively than ever. But, you took such good care of the child, and Din felt his heart swell with emotion as he watched you with him.

Just as you turned to set the child down in his little cot, Din called your name, “Will…” he started when you turned around to face him, “Will you stay in my quarters tonight?” he asked as he was uncharastically nervous.

You smiled softly at him as you felt your heart pound in your chest, “Of course,” your voice was soft as you felt equally nervous. 

The two of you had just recently confessed your feelings that you each had for the other, and things felt different since then. It wasn’t a bad different, but unsaid words hung in the air between you and neither of you had addressed it yet.

Din nodded and watched you tuck the child in before you turned back to him, “Let me just clean up first, ok? I’ll be there in a few.”

“Alright,” he almost sounded disappointed, but he didn’t say anything more.

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Summary: A continuation of my previous AU fic Late Night Coffee You and Fox have already established a secretive relationship due to that nature of your works. This is just a fun smutty drabble between the two.

Warning: Explicit (18+) Unprotected sex, blowjobs, sub!reader, dom!Fox, cum play, slapping, PinV, degrading talk, edging , exhibitionism (kinda)

Pairing: Commander Fox (AU) x Reader

Everything that happens is purely consensual. Reader is AFAB (Female)

You grinned, looking up at him, “What are you doing?”

Fox peered at you over his phone, “Capturing the view,” he smirked as he took another candid photo.

“Oh no! Delete that,” you tried to grab the phone out of his hand, “No one needs to see that!”

Fox laughed as he held you to his side, his other arm stretched away from you so you couldn’t reach despite your best efforts. You huffed, accepting defeat as you snuggled closer to him, your legs intertwining with his.

It had been a few months since that late coffee incident brought you two together. As discussed, you two kept it mostly strictly professional at work and tried not to arouse suspicion. Of course, his brothers found out immediately, giving them more ammo to incessantly tease him in and out of work.

“About time,” Rex had joked when he had walked in on you too late one night, you both had thought everyone had gone for the evening.

“You chose him, over me? I should say I am a little heartbroken,” Cody had teased you, when Rex had immediately called him into the office to show him what he found.

Aside from their teasing, they made sure word wouldn’t get out and tried to dispel any media or office rumours that may have started to brew.

You had moved in a couple of months after, it was Fox’s idea as he kept bringing you over, literally peeling you from your bed at your apartment in the middle of the night to carry you to his home. For HR reasons and to keep it a secret, he insisted on you keeping your place but he was currently covering the rent.

You wouldn’t call you both domesticated at this point, you really weren’t sure what you two were. You had never discussed it with him and at this point, felt like it didn’t really matter.

Basking in his warmth, you took the moment to look at him as he stared at the television screen in his bedroom. Alone with Fox, you saw a different kind of man. Yes, he was still an annoying stickler for rules, borderline anxious you would say but he also showered you with more affection than you had imagined. You noticed his eyes were softer, his face more relaxed, his hair that he usually kept in pristine shape was a little messier, curls sticking out in a few places.

“What are you looking at?” He grinned down at you, kissing your forehead.

You cupped his cheek and pulled him into a deep kiss. Your heart fluttered, your body gasping as the residential butterflies returned. The familiar pounding in your ears drummed by as your face became flushed. You really didn’t think you’d ever get tired of kissing this man. He ran his hands through your hair, before pulling you closer, there was raw emotion the way he deepened the kiss, hungry and intense like you were his last meal. His hands roamed over your body,as they finished at the front of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning one by one.

You broke the moment, grinning cockily at him, pulling his hands away. You flopped down next to him and handed him an empty bowl, “More popcorn, please!”

Fox stared at you, his pupils blown out with lust, he couldn’t ignore the uncomfortable tightness in his pants.

“I don’t think so, baby girl,” he growled, tossing the bowl aside as you grabbed you. You rubbed your body against him, he took in your soft form, the fullness of your breasts, your hips expertly finding just the right place to tease him.

“But we have a movie to finish,” you sweetly pointed out, as your hand trailed along the bulge in his pants, “I can’t watch a movie, without popcorn,” you sulked.

“Are you teasing me little one?” he grabbed your wrist, keeping your hand over his confined cock but no longer allowing you to move, “I didn’t give you permission to touch me,”

You bat your eyes at him, pouting, “No,” you pulled free from his grasp, as you removed the loosened tie around his neck and started to open his dress shirt, “I just want to play.”

He quickly pinned you under him, your hands above your head, “Only good girls get to play,”

So it was going to be one of those nights, you smiled to yourself.He broke character only for a moment as he stroked your face, “Safe word?”

“Red,” you assured him. He kissed you quickly, before pulling you up to him, “Clothes off now,”

He shoved you off the bed as you stumbled to get your footing. You took your sweet time, shimming out of your skirt, removing each button one by one to the sway of your hips.

“Don’t make me come over there,” he threatened as you slipped off your dress shirt.

“Oh, baby girl is wearing the present I got her,”

You stood before him in matching red lacy bra and panties. He purposefully bought them a size smaller so that your breasts spilled out over the bra and your panties hugged your ass tightly.

You played with the straps as your hands trailed down to cup your breasts. You moaned loudly as your thumbs grazed over your perked nipples, the thin lace adding a new layer of stimulation that shot down to your core.

“They feel so good, Fox. I’ve never seen them look this big before,” you gasped as you pinched one nipple. Fox was very aware how sensitive you were as he discovered when you came underneath him just from having him suck on your nipples.

After taking a quick photo, that you didn’t notice he had done. He stood up, “Did I give you permission to touch yourself? You really are being a brat tonight.” He turned you around, your back facing him as he pulled your arms behind you. His tie now loose in hand, wrapping it around your wrists, securing them together.

“Little brat needs to be taught a lesson. Kneel.”

You wiggled your arms trying to break free as you whined. You kneeled down with slight effort as you couldn’t use your hands for balance, and kneeled on one of the pillows that had been dropped onto the floor.

You peered up at him, rough thick battering lashes, your lips in a pout letting Fox know how embarrassed you are.

Fox laughs darkly as he roughly grabs your chin, your face closer to the bulge in his pants, “Don’t play shy with me, little one.” he growls as he uses his free hand to unbutton his pants and unzips them with ease like he had done this before.

Your mouth was watering, anticipating to see more of him, you shifted on the pillow, the friction of the lace barely easing the throb in your core. “Fox…”you beg, “Please let me make you feel good.”

You were transfixed on his hand that was gently stroking the outline of his cock that was still covered by his boxer briefs, “If you want it, sweetie, you will need to get it.”

You whined, squirming your shoulders but it was no use to remove the tension of the bindings around your wrist. “But I can’t,” you huffed.

His thumb traced your lips, “Can’t or won’t?”

You whined again, shaking your body and doing a few jumps lifting your ass from your feet.

Fox took a step back, "Is my little slut being a brat now?"

You shook your head, "No, Sir," you mumbled.

You sat up trying to keep your balance on your shaky legs as you leaned closer to him, you kissed his exposed toned stomach trailing down the trail of soft hair to the band of his boxers. You licked your lips as you took the hem of his boxers in your mouth, pulling the front down. You heard the click of the camera as his cock finally sprang free.

You hesitantly licked the tip, grinning when it twitched at your ministrations. You wrapped your lips just around the head, your tongue running along the underside and along his weeping tip. You hollowed your cheeks, peering up at him as you took more of him in, your tongue moving lower as your mouth tried to take the rest of him. You heard another click as Fox gently stroked your hair.

“Mmm, if only you could see yourself,” Fox grunted as he felt your throat constrict around him. Normally he would’ve lost control at this point and start facefucking you hard but because of the loss in the use of your hands he wanted to be sure you were able to express when it became too much.

You hummed against his cock, sending little vibrations over his cock and shocking him up his spine. He threw his head back, “I am so lucky to have such a good cock sucker as an assistant,” he thrusted his hips, a filthy gargle sound came from you as you pulled away from his cock, a thin line of saliva was between your lips and the head. Your breathing uneven, tears threatening to fall as your mascara was clearly ruined.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere,”

You glared at him as you took him again in your mouth. Bobbing your head faster this time, you grinned to yourself as you angled your head in such a way that every time you took him in it was like you were swallowing him. Fox felt his legs shake slightly as he tried to keep himself composed. You know what worked to get him off and he wasn’t going to let you be done, not just yet.

He ripped you from his cock holding you by your hair as you let out a small cry, “Are you trying to get me to come so soon, princess?” He snarled as he pulled you up, your back flushed up against his chest, “The only place I am going to come is inside that tight little cunt of yours.”

He dragged you as he went sit on the foot of the bed, throwing you over his knees. “I think it is time to remind you who is in charge.” Your legs were spread out a bit, showing off the soaked part of your panties.

“Look at you,” he ran his finger along your covered cunt, “I can’t believe you are this soaked for me.” He pulled down your panties to the fold of your ass.He shoved two fingers into your weeping cunt as you cried out from the sudden intrusion.

“Oh fuck,” you gasped, he was already hitting that smooth soft part of you, pulling you quickly to the edge. Pulling his fingers out to the entrance just as quickly as he shoved them in.. He felt you try to pull him back in, he recognized the familiar feeling of you teetering on the edge.

“Fox please,” you begged, “Use me, stuff me! I need your cock inside me,” You let out screamed when he slapped your ass

"You want your pussy stuffed full? Fucking earn it, girl." he ran his warm palm over your ass. You shook, knowing you were really in trouble now. You bit your lip, whimpering as his hand hovered over your ass cheek.

“You have been a brat all night. We are going to fucking count to twenty and we will see if I feel like even fucking you afterwards.”

Without any additional warning, he slapped your ass.

“O-one!” you stumbled out, “T-two! Ah! T-three.”

Fox was admiring how your skin was reacting to his actions. He noticed how your tied hands were stretched out trying to soften the blow. With his other free hand he grabbed your wrists and kept them still.

You were slouched over, your body hot, you weren’t going to last to twenty. Another slap came down, instead of counting, you just yelled out a ‘fuck’.

“Fuck isn’t a number. This is your only warning, slut.”

You whimpered a sorry as he went for the other cheek, “Five...Six…” he paused for a moment, running his hand over your entrance, feeling you slowly leak out, gently teasing your nub. He wanted to keep you on that edge for as long as he saw fit. He then returned to your ass.

Thanks to his early actions and him now rubbing your clit you blanked out for a moment as he slapped you again. Oh shit! Where were you at? Oh fuck, nonono.

You turned to look at Fox,your face was red and you tried to make yourself small, “Nine?”

Fox looked at you disappointed and angry. “That mouth of yours really isn’t good for anything besides fucking, isn’t it. Don’t deserve my cock in your pussy until you can count properly.” He slapped you in rapid succession to get to nine.

He slapped you again, “Do I need to teach you? Hrmm?”

“No,” you sobbed, “Ten! I am sorry, Sir.”

“Are you my smart pretty little whore who can count?”

"I-I'm your p-pretty whore who can c-count"

"Then fucking count!” as he smacks you again, “Eleven!”

Between his slaps he continued, “I'm going to fix this. If it takes all night, I'll get this pretty whore counting properly"

All you could was squirm and count as loudly as possible. When you finally reached twenty, you could no longer hold yourself up as your ass seared. You knew you weren’t going to be able to sit properly tomorrow.

Fox pulled you up and over into his lap, as you looked at him through wet tears, hiccuping. He tsked as he ran his thumbs over your cheeks, as he shushed you, “You did so well baby,” He kissed your checks as you attempted to control your breathing, “T-thank you, S-s-sir,” you whimpered into his neck. You gasped when you felt his finger glide easily over your slick folds, “Oh baby, I can tell it wasn’t all bad for you.”

You tried to grind yourself against his finger, desperate for anything at this point. Your core ached, as your stomach was tight with desire. With one last kiss and pulling your panties back up, he picks you up and positions you on your back, your head hanging over the edge upside down.

Standing over you, he forces your mouth open as he sinks his cock into your mouth, “Time to remind you who is in charge,” he groans, watching his member disappear into your mouth. You felt your face turn red from the wet noises your mouth and throat would make as you took his cock. His grip on your throat was possessive as he tried to time his thrusts with every cry and ever spasm that was coming from you.

Running his hand over the bulge in your throat, he would praise you "No one has been able to take me so well. You've clearly had a lot of practice." as he snaps another photo. You cried out from his filthy words, your body tingling all over, the bra now too tight as you feel one of your breasts threatening to slip out.

Fox slowly pulls out, running his thumb along your lips, as you try to suck it, “There is my good girl,” he helps you sit back up, kissing your forehead.

“Sir,” you whimper, your shoulders screaming from that last event, “Can you untie me, please?”

Fox parts your hair to the side, as he kisses the secret spot on your nape as you feel him untie your wrists, he rubs the red marks gently as he kisses down to your shoulder blades.

You scoot around to look at him, running your hand along his jawline, feeling the stubble already returning from this morning’s shave. He leaned in, capturing your lips with his. You felt the heat rise from your chest, as you gripped yourself onto him, he had barely touched you tonight and you were tortured beyond belief.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer to you, “Fox...touch me, please.”

Fox ignored your pleas as he kissed along your neck, down the collar and into the valley of your breasts. You hiss bringing your arms back to un-clip the bra and slide it off of you. Cupping your breasts, you lift them, presenting them to Fox, “Pleasseee,” you whine, your voice horse from the screams.

Fox pushes you onto the pillows behind you, “Oh baby girl, always begging. Do you expect me to give into everything you ask?” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, his tongue circling the taut tip. You ran your hands through his hair, as you watched him. His eyes were closed and lets out a low moan as he went to the other nipple.

You felt a sharp tightness in your core, between his soft warm mouth and the look of pure bliss on his face, you began to gasp quietly as you felt the familiar rush sweep over you.

“F-Fox. I am going to come, oh my god, Fox.”

He didn’t respond as he increased his suction, his other hand massaging your other breast. Your grip on his hair tightens, as your body seized, your cunt clenching around nothing, the tightness in your stomach crawls down as you come with silent cry, shaking against Fox’s mouth.

Fox redirected his attention to you, as you were splayed on the bed, your chest rising and falling rapid in rapid succession. You smiled weakly at him as you moved some of the lose curls from his forehead, stroking the grey patch around his temple.

He smiled down warmly at you, taking your hand in his, kissing along the wrist softly as his other hand snaked between your thighs, your panties entirely soaked, as he takes notice of trickle of the juices.

“ Oh sweetie, did I give you permission to come?”

The warmth buzz that was radiating from your body was replaced with a cold shock.

“But, I warned you,” you argued, as you lifted yourself up.

Fox doesn’t respond as he removes your drenched panties, “Tsk, you even ruined my gift. You really are a brat today, aren't you?”

“Sir, please,” you whimpered, as he positioned himself between your thighs.

He kneels down, kissing your forehead, “Prove to me that you can be a good girl and take your punishment,”

His grip on your thighs was bruising as he aligned himself at your entrance, you bit your lower lip, trying to keep your noises at bay, as he slid in at a painfully slow pace.

You gasped when you felt his hips against yours, your body singing as you were finally presented with the stretch you had been yearning for all night.

Fox has his arms at your head, as he slowly thrusted into you, “You are so tight tonight, baby girl. I should make you wait more often.”

You hiked your legs, wrapping around his waist, “You feel so good, Sir. Thank you, thank you for making me so full.” Running your hands over the expanse of his back as you kissed his chest, cooing.

Fox increased his pace, reaching deeper into your core, “Come around me, you wanted it so badly, you can have it.”

You cried out a yes as you ground your hips against him, your release quickly coming, “Sir, I am coming!” you screamed, your cunt clenched around him, you rode that high but immediately felt something against your clit.

“F-Fox, it is ok. I-”

“You’ve been a needy brat all evening, I am just giving you what you want.” his thumb pressed against your clit as he vigorously rubbed. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out the most pitiful cries.

You twitched and begged for him to stop, your body leaning into his touch, sending mixed signals. You felt tears start swell at the corner of your eyes, as you felt another orgasm creep up on you. You couldn’t even let in a deep breath as you came around him once again, his thrusts never faltering.

“So, you do listen sometimes,” he teased as he nipped at your neck leaving small red welts. You knew you would be wearing turtlenecks for the upcoming week, “What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you cried, squeezing your eyes, as the tears started to fall.

Fox kissed them, as he snapped his hips at you, “I am close my dirty slut, where do you want me?”

“Inside!” you begged, as Fox continued to fuck you, his fingers thumbed one of your breasts, tugging another orgasm, “Fuck, please, come with me!”

“Come, beautiful. I can’t wait to paint you as mine.”

You were full blown sobbing from the overstimulation and came a final time. Before you could fully come, Fox surprisingly pulled out and quickly stroked his cock, swearing your name as he came on your pussy lips. His juices mixing with yours.

“N-no,” you whimpered, grabbing Fox’s hand trying to force him to shove his mess inside of you.

“Oh no,you little brat,” Fox ran a finger along your cum coated slit, as he forced you to suck, “Only good girls get cum in their pussy, you are lucky I am giving it to you at all. Now clean up.”

Your hand trembled as you scooped up the white mess, hiccuping between sobs as you licked your fingers clean, you moaned at the melange of both of you, as Fox got off the bed to walk to the washroom. Coming out with a damp towel, he cleaned your face that was dribbled with spit, cum and tears,

“You have no idea how beautiful you look right now, my little slut.”

You squirmed under his gaze as you let him clean you off. He guided you under the sheets, as the tv was turned off and the lights dimmed down.

“It wasn’t all bad was it?” He kissed your forehead, still not getting into bed.

You shook your head, snuggling into the soft pillows. You watched him walk around the other side of the bed but he didn’t get, instead he walked back to the washroom.

You let out a panicked cry, “Fox, stay, please!” you begged

Fox came back out, his face washed away of his exertion, he slid into the spot next to you, pulling you close to him instantly, “Sshh, it’s ok,” he played with your hair as the other hand gently massaged your shoulder, “I am staying right here.”

You nuzzled into his chest, the tears had finally stopped and your body finally relaxed, your limbs feeling like jelly.

“Was that too much,” he asked, giving you a quick look over to see how you seemed overall.

You smiled, shaking your head, “No, it was fun,” you assured him, kissing his cheek.

“Good I was wor-”

“Mph, Fox, ssshhhh.” you cuddled in closer to him, as you were already drifting off to sleep.

Fox smirked, as he rested his chin on yours, breathing in your scent as he too fell asleep.

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Mandalorians really out here pretending to be all stoic and badass when they have the most romantic language in the galaxy.

Instead of “babe” they say “Beloved”

Instead of “I love you” they say “I hold you in my heart forever” or “I know you forever”

Instead of “I do” they say “We are one whether we are together or apart, we will share everything and we will raise our children as warriors.”

Adam Driver as Ben Solo in THE RISE OF SKYWALKER (2019)

Climbing Trees

Pairing: Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Din is fascinated with you and your ability to make everything in life fun again. 

Word Count: 1k

Din loved you. With his entire heart, his whole being and soul, he loved you, and he knew it nearly from day one.

Well. Okay, he had his doubts. I mean, how could he even have known what love felt like? He’d never had someone like you before, never met someone so kind and so fun. You were full of life, and you taught him things he would have never learned without you. And when you were around, he swore the sun shone a little brighter.

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