Unfettered

Unfettered

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: E, 18+ Word Count: 7.4k Warnings: sex pollen, use of restraints, sex-pollened!Mando gets scary and feral, SO MUCH dirty talk, sedation, injections/iv hydration, descriptions of previous injuries and blood, reference to violence, oral (m-receiving) while Mando is chained up but no longer drugged Summary: When Mando is drugged on a job, he begs you to restrain him because he knows he won’t be able to keep his hands off you. Notes: Thank you to @fisforfulcrum for being the best beta and enabler in all the land!

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Unfettered

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You were sitting on a crate in the hull, cleaning your disassembled blaster when the ramp jolted and started to lower with a mechanical whir. You knew it was Mando returning from his solo job—the nav had beeped a little bit ago to announce that he was in range—so you didn’t bother looking up from your task when he strode into the ship.

He slapped the control on the wall and kept his hand pressed firmly to the panel, frozen in place, as the ramp closed slowly. You caught the limited movement in your periphery while you worked, thinking vaguely that he must be exhausted.

“How’d it go?” you asked, rubbing an oily rag along the barrel of your blaster.

Mando didn’t respond. No sigh, no grunt. Nothing.

That grabbed your attention. Mando was never talkative, often relying on one-word rejoinders, but he always answered direct questions, especially from you. Lately, he was even initiating conversations during the long stints in hyperspace between one bounty and the next.

You looked up and were surprised to see that there was no quarry in sight—it was just Mando standing at the far end of the hull, his gloved hand still pressed to the control panel like he couldn’t bring himself to move. He looked… agitated. You could read the tension in his body; the fist hanging by his side was clenched and his shoulders were drawn up.

“Mando?” you asked, the confusion apparent in your voice, as you set your blaster down and got to your feet.

“No.” Without moving from his position, he whipped his head around and held up a palm to halt your advance. “Don’t… Don’t come any closer.”

“What—?”

He pointed a threatening finger at your chest. “Stay. There.”

You were so shocked by his unexpected command that you obeyed, staying rooted to the spot.

That’s when you really took in his appearance: he was shaking, the hand pointed at your chest trembling slightly. His armor was dirty—smeared with what was unmistakably blood—and his cape had a new ragged tear up the side. His chest was heaving as if breathing alone was a herculean effort.

When he saw that you were listening to him, he nodded stiffly and wrenched his hand away from the wall. With leaden steps, he walked over to a large storage crate and dragged it into the middle of the floor. Each of his mechanical movements looked like it required every ounce of his control to execute.

“Why—?”

He grunted, ignoring your question again. You watched in stunned silence as he stripped off all of his weapons, even his vambraces and spare ammo, with stunted, jerky motions and dropped them into an unceremonious pile on the floor next to him. Mando usually spent hours caring for those weapons, so it was jarring to see them discarded carelessly like that.

He crouched and ripped the lid off the crate, letting it clatter to the floor. He rooted around and when he straightened a moment later, he was holding chains—thick, hefty chains with menacingly large iron links—in his gloved hands. You watched in confusion as he set down the heavy tangle on the floor with a clank and hunted through the strands until he located the ankle restraints. He extracted them and began to fasten them around his own ankles, one at a time. Your jaw dropped.

“Mando, what the fuck are you doing?”

He whipped his helmet up to look at you and commanded: “Help me with this.”

You scrunched your eyebrows together: “Why?”

“Just do it.”

“I’m not going to chain—”

Before you could even finish your sentence, he snarled: “Just shut up and fucking help me.”

You stood there, dumbstruck, and cycled through several emotions in rapid succession. Your initial shock was immediately replaced by irritation as you registered his rude words. Anger flickered brightly across your consciousness, but it was quickly supplanted by confusion: he had never spoken to you in that tone of voice, let alone told you to shut up. Finally, fear settled in, thick and weighty, like a fog threatening to choke you.

You approached him slowly, kneeling on the other side of the tangle of chains.

“What happened to you?” you asked gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

He jerked away immediately, so quickly that he almost lost his balance. He thrust out an arm to steady himself on the wall behind him.

“Don’t—don’t touch me. Please.” His voice was suddenly small, almost quavering.

Your heart rate kicked up again.

“Mando, you’re scaring me. Tell me what’s going on.”

He looked up at you, voice slightly softer but still firm and urgent. “Help me with this, then I’ll explain.”

You stared at him.

“Please,” he repeated—beseechingly.

He was begging you. That was when the real fear sank in.

Without another word, you helped him get the wrist cuffs in place. Then, standing beside him, you followed his directions as he instructed you to secure the ends of the four chains: two to bolts on the wall, and two to bolts on the floor. The two on the wall were affixed to his arm restraints, the two on the floor to his ankles. Initially, you left slack in the chains, plenty of room for him to move, but he insisted that you tighten them enough so that his back was almost flush to the wall and he couldn’t extend his hands out any further than the natural reach of his long arms.

He sighed, shoulders slumping in relief, when you clicked the last restraint in place.

You looked up at him. Mando was strung up against the wall of this ship, arms hanging by his sides, suspended about a foot away from his body, and his legs were splayed slightly in a wide stance, boots a couple feet apart.

It was quite a sight.

If you weren’t so worried about what was happening, you’d definitely be having some... ideas. They were completely inappropriate ideas, especially considering the stark reality that the two of you were nothing more than hunting partners.

“Th-thank you,” he breathed. “Now, p-please, step away from me.”

You reluctantly complied, taking several careful steps backward, keeping your gaze trained on his visor.

“Okay, I did what you asked. Now tell me what happened.”

His breathing was still labored. “H-hit with a bio-dart, aphrodisiac drug. Strong... Heard of them before, but never encountered one until now.”

You gave him a skeptical look, raising one eyebrow, “...An aphrodisiac drug as a weapon? I thought that was a myth.”

“Apparently not.”

You surveyed him again as the reality of the situation washed over you.

He continued, words spilling out of his mouth in a rush like he was running out of time to explain: “H-had to get back to the ship. Didn’t trust myself. Left the body there. I’ll go back for it later. No-no time to bring it back. I had-had to—before I—”

His whole body tensed suddenly, cutting off his own sentence, and he threw his head back as an ugly, feral sound tore from his chest.

You stepped forward, hand outstretched. “Fuck, are you okay? Does it hurt?”

You panicked, desperately trying to think of some way to help him as he flailed.

He writhed for another moment then thankfully stilled, slowly raising his head to look at you again. He sounded wrecked when he spoke again: “No, no. It doesn’t hurt, not exactly. Not yet at least. It’s—it feels like...” He trailed off, glancing toward the floor.

You prompted him: “Like what?”

Before he could answer you, another wave wracked through him, and he thrashed against the restraints. You fought the urge to cross the space and soothe him. Even in the most stressful, life-threatening situations, Mando was always the picture of composure: calm, collected, calculating. So, it was unnerving to see him like this—overcome and out of control. You were itching to touch him, to ease his discomfort somehow. After another moment, he recovered.

When his visor found your face again, he rasped: “It feels like if I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to die.”

His words hit you like a slap in the face. You swallowed hard, staring at him... all thoughts suddenly gone, mind completely blank.

He filled the fraught silence, straining forward slightly, his voice dipping an octave: “I want to fuck you so badly, baby.”

Your heart dropped at the unexpected pet name, a wave of wetness unapologetically gathering between your thighs.

Fuck. This was not at all the situation you had imagined—Mando drugged and chained up—but you had definitely dreamt of him saying some version of those words to you... on a regular basis, like maybe every night you ever spent with him on the Razor Crest.

He spoke again, trembling as he said: “This is fucking torture, you standing there, looking like that. And I can’t even fucking touch you. Shit. Shit. Shit. I want to—I want to touch you.”

Without your explicit permission, your feet moved you one step forward.

Mando shook his head back and forth violently, helmet jerking like he was trying to clear unwelcome thoughts by sheer force. “Dank ferrik, this is really fucking with my head. I’m-I’m sorry—I’m not myself.”

Only one question came to mind, one thing you were desperate to know.

“So...it’s just the drug?”

You waited, holding your breath, hoping he knew exactly what you were asking him.

He snapped his helmet up, meeting your gaze. He sounded surprisingly sober for a moment. “No. It’s not,” he stated bluntly. “I always want to fuck you. It’s just now I... I can’t control that urge.”

Suddenly, the drafty hull felt hot, suffocatingly so. You inched forward again.

His confession flooded you with courage. “What if... what if I want you to fuck me?”

Mando whined, body convulsing, shoulders collapsing forward as far as they could against his arm restraints. You were so shocked by the foreign sound that you actually took a step back—you’d never, ever heard him make a noise remotely close to that. You’d cauterized gaping wounds for him, removed a jagged blade from deep in his thigh, witnessed him take a blaster bolt to the side, sutured countless lacerations with no local anesthetic... but you’d never heard him whine. It was high and needy, desperate and pathetic as it grated through his modulator.

“Don’t-don’t say that, please don’t fucking say that to me right now... please... I c-can’t handle it.”

The chains creaked ominously, the links clanking together as he shifted against them.

“But, I mean it. I always want you to fuck me too,” you continued, ignoring Mando’s feeble requests.

You squeaked and flinched back again when Mando suddenly lunged forward, hands gripping the chains and pulling hard. His arms and legs were immediately wrenched back, his torso straining toward you. He panted: “Gods, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamt of you saying-saying that to me, mesh’la.”

Even through his visor, his stare was scalding, his gaze scorching your skin as he surveyed you, helmet trailing all the way down and back up your body.

You stepped toward him.

He jerked his head to the side suddenly, tearing his gaze away, and whined again—more quietly this time, more resigned. When he said the next words, you could hear how tightly his jaw was set: “Not like this. I-I won’t fuck you for the first time like this. I-I won’t forgive myself if I hurt you.”

You took another, much larger step forward.

“You won’t hurt me.”

He whipped his helmet up to watch you again. His voice was dangerous now, menacing, as he growled: “Yes, yes—I will. You don’t understand what this feels like. I can’t control myself—it’s a fucking miracle I didn’t take you the moment I walked back onto the ship and saw you sitting there—so kriffing gorgeous—and it’s only gotten worse.” He let out another frustrated growl, then continued: “I don’t just want to fuck you, I want to wreck you, I want-want to wreck you until you can’t walk and then fuck you again. I want to tear you apart. Ruin you with my cock.”

He said those words like a threat, but you couldn’t help the way they sent heat coursing through your veins, a shiver down your spine. You stepped toward him one more time. You were almost within his reach.

“DON’T,” he ordered, voice deadly serious. “Really, I can’t control myself. S-stay back.”

Even as he told you to stay away, though, he reached a hand out for you, legs and arms straining forward, trying to get closer to you. His mouth was saying one thing, his body begging for another.

You stayed where you were, just out of his reach, and asked: “How long will this last?”

“I don’t know... I hope no longer than a few hours. It’s already been at least an hour since I got hit. But it’s-it’s gotten worse.”

You could hear the exhaustion and exertion in his voice. He was barely holding it together, and you knew you needed to do whatever you could to make this easier on him, not harder. So, you shoved down your own selfish desire and with great reluctance, stepped away from him. You sat back down on the crate across from him and said, “Then, I guess… we’ll wait it out.”

He nodded vaguely, leaning against the wall behind him with a loud sigh.

You sat in uncomfortable silence for several long minutes. You busied yourself by reassembling your blaster. Every so often, the restraints jangled loudly when Mando was wracked by a brutal surge of need and struggled violently. You tried your best not to flinch every time it happened.

Eventually, he disrupted the silence by saying your name.

Before you even looked up at him, though, you knew—you knew that Mando was gone.

His voice had dropped several octaves, and it sounded different... honeyed, charming, drawling, depraved. It was fucking sultry. When you looked up at him, you immediately noticed his body language. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what exactly had changed, but something about him was off.

All you knew was that, suddenly, a dangerous stranger was standing across the hull from you. For the first time, you were truly grateful for those thick fucking chains.

His voice was smooth and calm when he said: “I need your help, sweetheart.”

You looked away from him, studying the silver sheen of the blaster in your hand instead. The way he rasped the word sweetheart would be burned into your brain for the rest of your life. It made your whole body feel hot.

“Come over here, beautiful,” he coaxed. “I’ve wanted you for so long, and now I know you want me too—you can’t hide from me anymore, princess.”

Princess. You didn’t answer. You just sat in silence and shrieked internally.

He said your name again—this time more urgently—then abruptly changed his tack: “Maker, this hurts so much now, it burns—I need you to make it stop hurting. Be a good girl and help me.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek.

When you didn’t respond, he tested a third approach, his voice pitching low and sensual: “Please, cyar’ika, don’t you want me? I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’ll make you feel so, so good, make you cum again and again. Just-just let me touch you. Let me show you.”

You stayed quiet, trying to remember how to breathe. He was playing all the angles—appealing to your conscience and your libido. The second strategy was harder to ignore.

“Come here and feel how hard I am for you.”

Fuck.

His voice was pure sin, purring and growling for you. He was fucking luring you in with it. He said your name one more time, and your resolve cracked a little.

You looked up at him, setting your blaster down beside you.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Come over here.”

Against all odds, you stayed seated.

“Come make me feel good, and I’ll make you feel good.”

There was no way you could just sit and listen to this forever, so you made a decision. You shot to your feet.

“Yes, sweet girl, that’s right. I knew you’d do the right thing—always so good to me. Let me down from here, and I’ll take my time with you, show you all the things I’ve imagined doing to your body.”

Sweet fucking hell.

“I’m going to make you cum on my tongue so hard it hurts, and then I’m going to kiss it better.”

He was going to kill you.

You turned abruptly and walked to the ladder, placing your foot on the first rung.

“NO! Fuck—don’t do this,” he raged behind you. You could hear the squeak of the links shifting against each other as he heaved himself forward.

Steeling yourself, you started to ascend the ladder. The only way for you to survive this was to lock yourself in the cockpit, far away from the temptation of his damn voice.

Mando roared and thrashed behind you.

You were halfway up the ladder when you heard it—an angry metallic whine and the pattering of several small objects hitting the floor. You whipped your head around and watched as the durasteel panel that his right wrist restraint was fastened to began to peel away from the framework of the ship, several of the bolts already missing.

The piercing sound seemed to jolt Mando out of his drugged haze. When you dropped down from the ladder and faced him, you could tell that he was himself again. He stepped back against the wall, putting as much distance as he could between the two of you.

When he spoke, his voice had returned to its normal register and cadence, all business. “Fuck—fuck, you have to drug me. You have to.”

Your jaw dropped: “Drug you?? More?”

Words poured out of his mouth, desperate and rushed: “In the med kit,” he pointed, “there’s a shot—PLEASE, sedate me now. It’ll knock me out for a couple hours while the worst of this works through my system. Otherwise, these chains won’t hold. Please, just fucking do it—there’s nowhere that you can hide from me if I get out of these.”

When you didn’t move right away, he bellowed: “DO IT NOW.”

You scrambled over to the medkit, whipping it open and digging around.

“PROMISE ME—promise me you’ll do it, no matter what I say to you. Promise me right now that you’ll do it! Please.”

You looked up at him, your heartbeat loud in your ears. “I will, I promise, Mando.”

His shoulders slumped in relief.

You rooted around, moving past several other items—you took note of an intravenous hydration pouch and filed that information away for later—until you located the appropriate syringe of sedative.

As soon as you turned and approached Mando, you could tell he was lost again. He flipped so fast that if you’d blinked, you might have missed the subtle shift in his body language.

When you were just a few feet away from him, he threw out a palm—this time, not to reach for you, but to halt your advance.

First, he tried appealing to your reason.

“No, no, cyare, don’t. I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. What if there’s an interaction between the drugs? Could be dangerous. There’s no way to know.”

It almost worked for a second.

You took another step toward him.

Next, he tried bargaining.

“How can I hurt you when I’m chained up like this? The rest of these will hold, I know they will. And it won’t matter anyways; I won’t need the restraints at all if you just help me—if-if you give me what I need.”

You looked away from him, training your gaze on the metal floor again. “You know that’s not true.”

“Yes, it is. I was wrong before; it’s-it’s getting better. I can control myself now. I just need you, and everything will be okay. I’ll be—I’ll be gentle with you, so gentle, I promise.”

You forced out one word: “No.”

He didn’t say anything for a long, drawn-out moment. The tension was so thick that against your better judgment, you looked up again. He looked so anguished, so distressed... shoulders tense and fists clenched. You felt bad for him.

Finally, he tried straight-up seduction.

“Please—just, fuck—I need to fuck you. Your cunt, your mouth, let me fuck you. You can have me however you want me, love.”

All of a sudden, your thoughts were hazy, slow like molasses. You were stuck on the fact that he’d called you love.

“I think about fucking you right here in the hull, bending you over a crate and licking your perfect pussy until you cry for me. I always wonder what you’ll sound like when you’re taking my cock.”

You were trying to block out his words, to ignore the honey dripping from his lips. You just—you just wanted a taste.

“I have to know how you taste.”

So did he, apparently. You clenched your thighs. Fuck, you just wanted him to keep talking.

“I think you’ll make the sweetest fucking sounds when I make you cum—I’ve imagined it. I think you’ll whine for me—but I bet I can make you scream too.”

He’d wanted you, too—all this time.

All this time, you’d both been lusting after each other, separated by nothing more than the thin durasteel walls of this ship and a healthy dose of doubt.

“I just need to cum, and then this will all be better. I know it. The drug will leave my system. Don’t you want to help me?”

You did want to help him.

Your eyes wandered down his body, and your brain short-circuited when you saw the outline of his aching cock pressing against the fabric of his flight suit. It made your mouth water.

You wanted him. He wanted you. Why overthink it?

He could tell that it was working, that you were considering his words, so he continued cautiously, bargaining with you: “You don’t even have to unchain me. Just get down on your knees for me, like a good girl.”

Now THAT made you hesitate, made you stop in your metaphorical and physical tracks—but only because it sent a jolt of pure arousal down your spine, electricity igniting every goddamn nerve in your body so fast and intense it almost hurt.

“Don’t you want to open that mouth for me and suck my cock, pretty baby?”

As if on command, your jaw fell open, tongue darting out to lick your parted lips, and you took another step forward.

Oh, shit.

You did want to. You really fucking did. You wanted to get on your knees for him. You wanted to suck his cock and have him tell you how good you looked doing it. You were aching to hear his praise, to taste him, to make him feel good. He deserved relief.

And so did you.

You wouldn’t even have to unchain him. It would be fine. You’d be safe, and he would feel better.

You took another step.

You were close to him now—you didn’t realize you’d crept this close—almost within his reach.

Mando started talking again, capitalizing on this progress: “Gods, I’ve thought about your sweet mouth, those soft lips, wrapped around my cock, taking me down your throat so well. I think about it every fucking night when I fuck my fist. You’d look so good down on your knees for me, mesh’la.”

You watched as he got caught up in his own fantasy, mumbling on and on about every sinful thought he’d ever had about your mouth. You could tell his eyes were closed behind his visor, his head tipped back in bliss. Gradually, he started bucking his hips forward, like he could actually feel your lips around him, like he was chasing a phantom sensation. He was so completely absorbed in the picture he was painting, so drunk on the potential that for a second, he’d forgotten the literal hell he was currently in.

“Sometimes I can’t even focus when you talk to me because I’m just thinking about how your tongue would feel on the tip of my cock, licking me, sucking... so wet and warm, taking me deep like the good fucking girl you are, letting me fuck your mouth, until I’m cumming down your throat and you’re swallowing for me—swallowing everything I have to give you.”

Fuck, the picture he was painting was enticing you just as much as it was enticing him. It was a picture you’d had in your own head for months, one that you’d made yourself cum to so many times you’d lost count.

Before you could stop yourself, you took that final step toward him and extended your hand. You grazed your fingers over the bulge in his pants, and he was jolted out of his waking dream by your unexpected touch, snapping his helmet down to watch your fingers stroke him.

He choked on nothing. “Please, baby, please.” He was begging now, but his voice wasn’t soft or pleading like it had been when he was asking you to chain him up. Now, it was furious, demanding, and desperate.

He needed this.

Fuck, who were you kidding? You needed this.

You cupped him, pressing against his erection more firmly, and his hips pressed back, chasing that delicious friction. Your aching cunt clenched around nothing when you registered just how big his cock was under your hand.

You were so close to unbuckling his belt, to unzipping his pants. So fucking close. But a whisper of guilt in the back of your mind made you hesitate. The weight of the syringe in your left fist was an insistent reminder: you’d promised him—sane, right-in-his-mind Mando. You’d promised that Mando that you wouldn’t give in.

Fuck.

You stilled your hand.

Mando’s helmet snapped up, meeting your eyes, and tension pulled taut between you. You were both frozen, paralyzed—you by indecision and he by fury.

The seconds stretched on.

Mando broke first.

He ripped his right arm forward as hard as he possibly could, and with a furious squeal, the metal panel—the loose one you’d completely forgotten about—started to bend away from the wall even more, exposing a complicated mess of wires and pipes underneath. You watched as two more bolts popped out of place and clattered to the floor somewhere behind you. It was almost fully separated from the wall now; three remaining bolts along the bottom edge struggled to keep it in place against Mando’s brutal strength.

The screeching sound shocked you—dragging you forcefully back to reality—and you yanked your hand away from him, but at the same time, Mando’s heavy hand landed on your shoulder. He was finally able to reach you given the newfound slack in his restraint, and his fingers dug into your flesh, wrenching you forward.

He knocked his helmet against your forehead, holding you there with an iron grip.

Ouch.

You were so close to him that you could hear the words before and after they hit his modulator: “I know you want it. Take it. Take what you need, mesh’la. It’s yours.”

Every breath ripping from his lungs was harsh and labored, his chest heaving. You could feel the rage and pure need radiating off of him in waves. His left fist was clenched so tightly around the chain that the leather of his glove creaked.

“I can’t, Mando,” you said, stern but apologetic.

The energy in the hull shifted abruptly at your refusal, and you had the good sense to pull away from him just seconds before Mando reared back and launched himself forward, throwing his whole body toward you, only to be yanked back by the restraints. Those three bolts, the last hope of keeping Mando fully restrained, squeaked ominously as he jerked his limbs as hard as he could, the chains fully extended. He was snatching at the air a few inches from your chest.... reaching, reaching for you

And you were stuck, frozen in place, watching his grasping fingers hovering in front of you.

In a terrifying voice you didn’t even recognize, he roared: “GET ON YOUR FUCKING KNEES.”

Oh, he was truly lost. He was beyond recognition, beyond bargaining or soothing. He was enraged, throbbing with need. There was only one course of action now.

Another bolt clattered to the floor.

You dropped to your knees, careful to stay close to the ground and out of his reach as you crawled forward. You were trying so, so hard to not be distracted by the obvious strain of his thick cock against his pants, but now it was directly in front of your fucking face.

He pointed an accusing finger down at the syringe clutched in your left hand. “Don’t. Don’t. DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE.”

You ignored him, the needle poised over the unarmored part of his thigh. The next few moments played out in slow motion.

Mando bellowed: “NO!”

He ripped his arm forward again, and the metal panel whined, bending forward even more. Another bolt popped off, skittering across the floor and landing by your feet.

One. One single bolt remained in place.

And Mando’s right hand was suspended only a few inches above where you were crouched close to the ground.

Lightning fast, you jabbed the needle into his thigh and emptied it in a matter of seconds. He roared in anger, thrashing against the chains, trying to snatch at your hand. When the entirety of the drug had been injected, you ripped it away and scrambled backwards, getting to your feet. Mando struggled and shuddered for a moment, growling all the while, wrenching his arm farther and farther forward—the metal panel screaming as it bent—centimeter by centimeter.

It was too late—you’d waited too long, and he was going to rip it clean off the wall before the drug hit him.

You reached back blindly, relief spreading through you when your hand landed on Mando’s rifle, sitting amidst his pile of discarded weapons. You gripped it and flicked the controls, setting it to stun. Keeping your eyes fixed on Mando’s thrashing form, you sank slowly to one knee, propping the rifle up your other, ready to incapacitate him if necessary.

Your finger hovered over the trigger.

Mando’s movements were suddenly slower, weaker, less coordinated. You moved your finger away from the trigger and let out a breath of relief as the drug finally seemed to take hold. He took a faltering step backward, and his plated shoulders hit the wall with a hollow clang. He slurred something incoherent at you, and thankfully, finally... finally, he stilled, head sagging forward drunkenly, arms going slack. He slouched against the wall, knees giving out as he slid to the floor, arms extended up and to the sides by the restraints—the right much lower than the left—and his bent knees slightly splayed.

The position couldn’t be comfortable for him, but you were too scared to adjust his restraints—worried that so much movement would likely rouse him.

You waited a good twenty minutes—pacing back and forth as quietly as possible—finalizing the details of an idea in your head. You waited until you were totally sure he was knocked out before you approached him again. First, you placed his rifle in the middle of the floor—out of his reach, but in a position that you’d be able to grab it if needed. Then, you retrieved the hydration bag you'd noted earlier and your sharpest knife. With those supplies in hand, you tiptoed forward. You squatted on Mando’s left side, gripped his bicep lightly... and waited. When he didn’t move, you continued. You held your breath as you carefully, so carefully to avoid nicking his skin, cut a generous hole in his flight suit at his elbow.

Hopefully he wouldn’t mind that you were sort of butchering his favorite outfit—you’d offer to sew it later.

As hard as you tried not to, the movement jostled the chains, and they clanked and rattled. It was a quiet sound, but it felt so kriffing loud in the oppressive silence. Mando’s breath hitched slightly, disrupting the deep, regular rhythm of his sleep. His fingers twitched. You froze, then slowly set down your blade and started reaching back for his rifle.

To your immense relief, before you could wrap your hand around the stock, his breathing returned to normal—slow and steady.

You returned to your task, clipping the IV bag to a pipe on the wall above his slumped shoulder and cleaning the skin over the bulging vein visible through the soft flesh of his inner elbow. He didn’t react to the cold alcohol wipe, but he did jerk violently when you pressed the tip of the needle into his skin. You tensed, ready to drop everything and back away if you needed to, but he stilled again, muscles relaxing. You pressed the needle far enough into his vein and taped it in place. You double-checked that the drip was working, then backed away slowly, taking your blade and the rifle with you.

You waited like that, leaned against the opposite wall of the hull, Amban rifle never out of reach. You were unwilling to let him out of your sight, so you remained there, tense and waiting. When the IV bag was empty, you scurried forward and peeled back the tape on his arm—painfully slowly—and eased the needle out before you scrambled back to your spot.

Over two hours after he had passed out, he stirred, head lifting slowly.

“Mando?”

He looked around for a moment, studying his surroundings. He gripped the chains in his fists and attempted to pull himself up, faltering slightly before he eventually succeeded by bracing his back against the wall. He looked slightly unsteady on his feet. His visor found your face across the hull, and he rasped your name.

“How do you feel?”

His voice was dry and croaky. “Better... I feel better. Normal.”

“Good.”

He stood there, relaxed, getting his bearings. All the rage and tension had left his body. He looked like Mando again.

“How long has it been?”

“Since I knocked you out? About two hours.”

He cocked his helmet. “I thought the drug would have lasted longer.”

“I gave you fluids to flush it out of your system faster,” you explained, tapping the inside of your own elbow to demonstrate.

He looked down at his cut up shirt.

“Good thinking,” he nodded.

“Yeah, and thank fucking Maker it worked,” you laughed. “You started to get scary there at the end.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, hanging his head in shame.

“Do you remember anything?”

He looked up at you. “I remember everything.” Then, glancing up at the bent panel above his right shoulder, he continued, “I’m sorry, mesh’la. I would never have forgiven myself if I hurt you.”

You noted the use of a pet name, wondering if this new habit of his would persist. You hoped it would.

You gave him a sympathetic look, shaking your head. “You weren’t yourself. You have nothing to apologize for.”

He nodded. “Still—I’m sorry. But, you can unchain me. It’s safe now. I promise.”

You stayed where you were.

He seemed normal again, but you’d witnessed just how persuasive drugged Mando could be.

Luckily, he could read your hesitation. “It’s okay,” he reassured you. “I understand. Let’s give it some more time. I want you to feel safe.”

He leaned back against the wall and started sliding down to his seated position.

His sudden patience was all the confirmation you needed.

“I believe you.”

He flicked his head back up to look at you and straightened, watching you as you took a few steps toward him.

“Did you mean what you said?”

He quirked his helmet at you. “About what?”

You wavered for a second, doubt creeping into your mind. What if it really was the drug talking the whole time? What if he only said all those things because he was out of his mind, desperate to fuck anyone... and you just happened to be in front of him?

You steeled yourself. The only way to know was to ask: “That you want me? That you’ve always wanted me?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“It wasn’t just the drug talking?”

He scoffed: “No, it wasn’t.”

A mixture of relief and want settled in your belly. And you could finally have what you wanted.

You approached him slowly. When you were standing directly in front of him, instead of reaching for his restraints, you hooked your fingers in his belt. Mando watched your movements, his arms straining forward slightly.

“What are y—”

He choked on his words when you started to unbuckle his belt. He moaned when you unzipped his fly and pulled out his aching cock. It was still red and leaking, throbbing with need in your hand. His mind might have been clear, and he might have been in control of himself now, but the physical effects of the drug had clearly not worn off fully.

You looked up at him through your lashes and licked your lips suggestively, then flicked your eyes back down to his cock in your hand.

Mando’s head dropped back against the wall with a hollow clank. “Oh shit, oh fuck, yes p-please, baby, please—”

Before he could finish his stuttering request, you sank to your knees and took him as far into your mouth as you possibly could. He let out a broken moan when he slipped past your lips, canting his hips forward to chase the welcoming heat of your mouth. He was big, and you had to wrap your hand around the base of his cock to cover the length that wouldn’t fit in your mouth.

He shuddered above you, tilting his helmet down to watch you. You paused there, holding him, hot and heavy on your tongue. You waited a long moment, taking advantage of the fact that he was totally at your mercy. The longer you waited, the more he fidgeted, hips inching forward, cock twitching impatiently.

“I—”

When he started to speak, you interrupted him by giving him exactly what he wanted, hollowing your cheeks around him and sucking hard. You thought back to what he’d said to you, replaying all those things he’d imagined you doing to him. You pulled back to circle your tongue along the head of his leaking cock and flicked it along his slit, working the rest of him with your slick hand.

While you bobbed up and down on him, your other hand wandered up his thigh and rucked his pants lower, easing his balls free. You massaged them, manipulating them between your fingers, and Mando’s head lolled back again, his helmet clunking dully against the wall. His knees buckled slightly, the chains connected to his wrists pulling taut as he gripped them. In the space where you had cut his shirt away, you could see his muscles rippling, the veins swelling under his golden brown skin as he flexed.

Taking him in your mouth had you aching for him, clenching your thighs together to try and relieve the growing tension. Losing patience, you released his balls and snaked that hand under your own waistband to press down on your swollen clit and whined around his thick cock.

Mando snapped his head down at the needy sound. His helmet followed your movement, and he gritted out, “Shit, does this turn you on, sucking my cock like this? Are you wet for me, mesh’la?”

You hummed around his cock and ran your fingers through your wet folds then extracted your hand from your pants, reaching up to drag your glistening fingertips over Mando’s knuckles where his fist was clenched around the chains.

“Fuuhhh-ckkk, I can’t wait to taste you, to feel how wet you are.”

With that same hand, you reached down and unzipped your pants. Mando let out an inarticulate string of syllables above you as he watched you tug your pants and panties halfway down your thighs with one hand. You let him slip from your mouth for a moment—working him over with long, tight strokes of your slippery hand in the meantime—to say, “Keep talking, tell me how you’re going to fuck me, Mando.”

You took him back into your mouth, and as you rubbed tight circles over your clit, he started rambling on about all the things he wanted to do to you, all the ways he wanted to explore your body: “F-fuck yes, I want to taste your pussy, I want to watch you finger yourself just like this until you’re dripping then-then let me lick your fingers clean—”

You whined around his girth; your body was responding to his words, the tension coiling tight and hot in your core. Your knees slid apart slightly on the slippery metal floor. They were going to be bruised blue and purple tomorrow. Worth it.

“Th-then I want to put a blindfold on you and-and lick your clit until you cum on my tongue. Yeah—oh shit, baby, yes, just like that, hnghhh—then, then I want to fuck you from behind, hard and deep, until you’re soaking my co—”

You moaned shamelessly, the sound vibrating deep in your throat, and Mando choked above you.

“Are-are you going to make yourself cum with my cock in your mouth?”

His visor was glued to your face, the lip resting on his chestplate, as he angled his head down to watch you. You nodded slightly, eyes wide and desperate, pupils blown with lust, as you did your best to keep up your steady pace on his cock while you were simultaneously falling apart yourself. As the tension in your body built, your mouth and hand faltered on him, losing their rhythm, and your ministrations were suddenly stunted and irregular.

“Gods, you’re so kriffing perfect—use both hands on yourself, put-put your—”

You had all but stopped moving everything but the hand between your legs, eyes falling closed as you focused completely on your own impending orgasm. Following his directions, you dropped the hand on his cock down to your cunt, spreading your thighs more to push two fingers inside yourself. You let out another muffled noise, and you could tell Mando loved the sounds you made with his cock stuffed in your mouth by the way his hips bucked forward.

One of your hands worked over the stiff peak of your clit, the other thrusting your fingers in and out of you, and that feeling—that delicious, fucking fantastic tension that had been building since the moment Mando had said he wanted to fuck you hours ago—threatened to snap.

“K-keep it in your mouth, just like that and make yourself cum—you’re close, I can tell you’re close—shit, fucking shit—”

He was throbbing on your tongue, pulsing with need. In the absence of the slick sounds of your mouth and hand working over his length, you could hear the sound of your own wetness as your fingers moved in and out of your dripping cunt.

“That’s right, pretty baby, cum with my cock in your mouth—fuck, I can hear how wet you are—look-look up at me—”

You opened your eyes and looked up at him just as your cunt tightened around your fingers. You let out a muffled wail around his girthy length as you came, and he groaned low and deep as he pressed his hips forward to keep himself buried in your mouth.

You slowed your hands to a still as the final reverberations of your pleasure waned, your moan fading to a quiet whimper. You pulled off Mando’s cock with a slick pop to take a deep, shuddering breath.

“Now you’re going to cum in my mouth.”

“Fuuckk—”

You gripped the base of his hard, leaking cock and wrapped your lips around him once more.

Right away, he started thrusting into your mouth, his knees buckling, most of his weight suspended on the chains gripped in his hands.

“C-close—”

His voice cut out, words replaced by feral moans and grunts, as he bucked into you.

You hummed around him, running your free hand up his quad, hooking it around the back of his leg to hold him in place against you. You could feel the way his muscles strained and clenched under your palm as his body grew taut.

“I’m—hnngh—”

He came with a hoarse shout that quickly got so loud that his voice cracked and gave out completely. And when you thought he was done, he was somehow still cumming, spilling hot and salty down your throat. You swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give you, until he stilled and you let him slip out of your mouth.

You pulled your pants up loosely around your hips and stood in front of him, swiping your knuckles across your glistening bottom lip.

Mando caught his breath and straightened, using the chains to pull himself up. That yank on his arm restraints proved to be the final straw for that solitary remaining bolt. You both whipped your heads up when—with a defeated whine—that piece of durasteel was ripped away, skidded down the wall, and crashed to the floor.

You looked at each other at the same time.

“So... how do you want me first?”

“Unchain me, and I’ll show you.”

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Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW

Words: 6k

Summary

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “How do you want us to help you, little one?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush from embarrassment as you stared at the two mandalorians before you.

Tags/Warnings: Sex Pollen, Consensual sex after exposure to sex pollen, MMF, slight MM, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Slight degrading talk,

A/N: Thank you for everyone's support. I had this scenario playing in my head for a while and figured I would get these lovely thoughts in writing. I mean, who doesn't fantasize about these two sexy bucket-heads?

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You had messed up badly, like you were prone to being a bit of a klutz but this time was bad. You were currently on the floor of your room that you and Din had shared since coming aboard the Slave I, your pants and chest binding on the floor as you shook in just a long shirt and very wet pair of panties. Your body tingled all over, everytime your shirt rubbed against your hardened nipples it sent your core into a throbbing frenzy.

Early today, you had gone into town, much against the orders of both Boba and Din but you were going crazy on the ship. You hadn’t planned on staying out long, just grab a few things for your two favourite bucket heads to enjoy and that was it. It wasn’t your fault that you could never say no to sweet smelly things and turn down a smile from a Twi’lek as she offered you a new blended tea.

“The flowers are from the farest parts of the galaxy,” she told you as she offered you another cup.

“It is extremely difficult to find and very sought after.”

You could see why, it was delicious and the flowers turned the water a beautiful dark pink, something you had never seen before.

Walking back to the ship your body started to warm up as the lightest touches from the breeze were making you shiver. Your mind was already on Din and Boba and what you were going to cook for them for the evening. Thoughts of them turned to images of their hands groping you underneath your shit. One of them shedding you of your pants as they would slam you onto the table and take turns claiming you.

“What is wrong with me?” you groaned as you stumbled back into the ship. “Maybe I just need a nap.” Your purchases laid forgotten in the hallway of the ship as you went to lie down.

As the day progressed,the nap hardly worked, your fantasies became worse. You tried to soothe the ache by getting yourself off but it only seemed to fuel the fire inside of you. You leaned your sweat drenched forehead against the cool metal walls. You could no longer control your whimpers as you moaned Din and Boba’s name as you kept coming undone.

This was how the two mandalorians found you. They had returned early and were immediately concerned when they saw the food thrown on the floor and heard your loud whimpers through the door.

“Mesh’la what happened?” Din was the first one to find you, as you were leaning up against the wall.

You looked up at him, your body glistening with sweat, as you had your hand down your panties.

“Din, s-something is happening to me. Everything is so warm.”

You hit your head against the wall frustrated as you felt another build up as you tried to ignore it. With weak legs you stood up and immediately fell into Din’s arms, moaning out a ‘yes’ when you felt your body against the cool beskar.

Boba was right next to Din, “What did you do in town?” he demanded, the rich deep baritone of his voice went straight to your core.

“I-I went to pick up something for dinner tonight and I had some tea,” you looked up at Din embarrassed, as you peeled yourself off of him, leaning against the door frame.

You couldn’t bear to look Boba in the eyes as you answered, you rarely saw Boba without his helmet but when he was it was always a beautiful sight. His brown eyes were still young and filled with wonder while his body told another story. You knew at this moment though he was quite mad at you.

Boba roughly grabbed your chin to force you to look up “What kind of tea?”

“I, I don’t know. The Twi’lek she gave it t-to me. It was pink and really sweet. It was really gooooddd.” you emphasized the last word as your clouded brain realized how close he was to you.

“Dank Farrik!”

“What is wrong?” Din asked, concerned.

“It seems like our little one has gone out and gotten herself drugged.”

You gasped, insulted by the accusation “I did not! I didn't take anything...I swear!”

“Oh but you did. I know exactly what kind of floral tea you are talking about. You stupid girl, I told you not to go into town on this backwater planet.”

Boba’s words hurt you, like really hurt you. Why did you care what he said or thought? You never did before.

You tried to swallow your tears as you looked up at him.

“You were given a very potent aphrodisiac,” Boba spoke a little calmer as he took pity on you as you pathetically tried to stand upright, ““I’ve seen this before with the workers in brothels when they were forced upon disgusting clients.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you fumbled, teetering between pleasure and embarrassment, “i didn’t know,” you whimpered.

Boba sighed, stroking your hair, you cooed as you leaned into his touch, his warm hand was soothing the ache slightly,

“I know, princess.”

“How do we help her?” Din chimed in.

“The only way to lessen the effects of the drug is for her to have it fucked out of her”

Boba was a true poet. Din choked, “E-excuse me?”

“Whoever takes this drug or pollen, if you will, becomes unable to control their physical desires, it will be extremely painful if that release is not sought.”

“No,it can’t be that bad!” you gasped, clinging onto the door frame, ”I’ll be ok. I just need to sleep it off.”

“Princess, I’ve seen the effects this pollen has on people who don’t have their needs met,” Boba walked closer to you as did Din. You could swear you could feel the heat of both their bodies near you. You bit your lip, as you tried not to look at them, paying attention to their gloved hands. An image of them trailing their hands all over you as they whispered words of praise in your ears. You slid your hand over your sensitive breast and down to your panties.

“It hurts. Din, Boba, I am sorry it hurts so much.” you never knew that this kind of pleasure could become so painful. Every nerve ending on your body was working in overdrive, demanding to be touched.

“Can you help me?”

Din stuttered under his helmet, he sounded so cute right now, “H-help, I am not-”

“We can help you little one, but I need you to tell us that you mean it.” Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame. “We will not do anything unless we have your consent, we cannot take advantage of you like that.

Your chest swelled, who knew Boba would care enough about you like that. You and Din had joined Boba when you were both at your lowest. The child had been taken and he took you aboard to help you find him. Fast forward to Grogu now being with the Jedi and Din not sure how take being the ruler of Mandalore, you two would join Boba on some of his hunts to get a sense of some weird normalcy.

“I...I want it,” you palmed your face, hiding your shame,

Boba gently grabbed your arms, the rough leather of his gloves setting your skin aflame, “Is that the pollen talking or you, sweetheart.?” his voice deep and commanding.

“Me,” you mumbled, “I’ve...I’ve wanted both of you for some time.” You took in a deep breath as you looked up at the two bucket-heads, “You two are very important to me,” you confessed, tears once again threatening to fall. Gods you were a mess.

“You are clearly important to us both, princess.” Boba took over, looking at Din, “And it isn’t like we haven’t discussed it before?” He grinned at you, winking.

“Mesh’la…” Din started

Boba was rubbing his hands over your arms, you purred slightly as the ache became more bearable.

You squealed, covering your eyes. Flashbacks of you three after a long night of drinking spotchka, you letting your walls come down as you would openly flirt with both, Din and Boba playing along. The night would always end with you in either one of their beds but like true gentlemen.

“Now, what do you want?” he demanded again.

“Both of you,” you moan, “I want both of you, t-to help me” you let out a louder cry as your core tightened around nothing, your body reacting from your words alone. You felt your cheeks flush more from embarrassment.

“Cyar'ika I need to hear you say it,again” Boba gripped your chin as you clenched your thighs together trying to lessen the ache, “Do you want us both to take care of you?” You could see a glint of arousal in his eyes as he looked down at you.

You quickly looked at Din, your eyes trying to read his body language. All coherent thought was gone, all you wanted right now was them out of their armour and on you.

You noticed the familiar motion of him adjusting the front of his flight suit

“Yes…” you whimpered,

“Yes what, sweetie?” Din growled, gripping your thigh, kneading your soft flesh.

“Yes, please!” you cried, your body shaking. You felt yourself heating up, you knew your panties were definitely ruined at this point, the pollen working it’s magic on you.

“Get on the bed. Now.” Boba ordered, shoving you towards your cot.

Your legs couldn’t make you move fast enough as you settled on the bed, leaning on your elbows for leverage.

“I believe these are in the way, sweetie.” Boba stated as he forced the long shirt off of you and pulled your panties down. He couldn’t help but grin when he saw the string of your wetness clinging to your panties as he removed them.

You were completely vulnerable and naked in front of the two armoured mandalorians.

Boba and Din took a moment to soak up the sight before them. Your skin was flushed, breasts perkier and nipples more erect than before and the glistening wetness between your legs, all for their eyes to see.

Boba’s mouth was the first on you. His kiss was dominant and passionate. You cupped his face feeling the rough scars along his skin, moaning enjoying the first tastes of him.

Boba stopped the kiss, smiling at you, “I believe this is going to be fun for all of us, don’t you think, little one?”

He kissed along your neck, down to your chest before taking a nipple in his mouth, twirling his tongue around the nib.

Din had finally removed his helmet and was on the other side of you claiming your other bud.

All you could do was watch both men suckle on you, as you felt one of their hands trail to your core rubbing your wetness on the outside of your lips and stroking your clit.

Your senses went into overdrive. “There! Yes!”

Boba released your bud, he grabbed Din’s hand and placed it on the one that wasn't in his mouth. He looked up at you without a word as he slid down between your legs.

“If you like my mouth before,” he took a long lick at your core, “Let’s see how you find this?”

You yelled when you felt his lips around your clit. His lips were a little rough from being out in the sun all the time but Maker, his tongue. His tongue was warm and so wet as he licked your folds.

Din’s mouth had trailed up to your neck at this point, he had left a few marks already as his mouth grabbed your earlobe, “I bet you taste delicious, hrm?”

You smirked at him, catching his lips with yours. You had one hand on Boba’s head, trying to push him closer to you as his tongue teased at your opening.

“You know. I-I’ve never done that before,” Din said sheepishly.

Boba stopped immediately much to your displeasure, he ignored your pleading nooooo.

He didn’t leave you entirely empty as he kept his fingers on you, “We are changing that immediately, Din. The ruler of Mandalore cannot know how, especially if she is going to be your riduur.”

“What! No, guys come on,” you moaned, “Please stop teasing each other.”

“It-it is true,” Din whispered, “Boba and I talked about it, there really isn’t anyone that could compare to you.”

You felt your chest tighten, as you smiled, cupping his face running your hands along his stubble. “I feel the same about both of-”

“Din, get over here and eat this poor girl out.”

“Din...your tongue is so soft,” you arched, gripping his curls as he continues to lick your clit. “Fuck, we should’ve done this a long time ago.”

Din quickly settled next to Boba as his head was now between your thighs. Your breathing increased as you felt his warm breath teasing you wetness. With his eyes on you, he brought his mouth to your folds, his tongue experimenting with this new softness and taste.

You allowed him to take his time as he explored every part of you and finally reached your clit, stroking the red bud.

You felt Din smirk against your inner thigh, his stubble slightly tickling you.

“She isn’t going to break,” Boba instructed as he stroked your clit when Din had stopped,

“You don’t want to keep her on edge all evening.” He looked up at you with a small smirk, “That will be for another time.”

You rolled your head back, pushing your hips closer towards them.

“Experiment, our lovely princess is clearly enjoying what you are doing.”

Din looked up at you as his mouth encircled your clit again as he interested two fingers inside of you as Boba had done prior. His fingers were just as rough and his movements were greedy.

“Fuck...Din, you look so…” you gripped his hair again as you felt his fingers brush up against that sweet spot that Boba had found before.

You gasped feeling the cold beskar of Boba’s armour against your back as he laid you against him.

“How is he doing?” Boba whispered in your ear, nipping your lobe roughly. His hands were cupping your heavy breasts, one hand playfully tugging on your nipple. “Are you enjoying us playing with you?” He nipped at your neck leaving a nice red mark.

Between Boba’s touches and Din’s mouth on your cunt you quickly felt your first climax quickly approaching.

You tried to suppress a moan, nodding your head. Boba gripped your hair, exposing your neck to him more. Din’s nose had roughly bumped your clit and your core felt fuller as he tested a third finger.

“Oh no, little one,” snarled Boba “You are going to let us know loud and clear how we are making you feel.” he nipped your neck again, “Understand?”

The pain from the hair pull and Din not letting up, your toes started to curl and if it weren’t for Din holding you down you would have raised your hips. “Oh god...Yes! Yes!”

Your grip on Din tightened as your other arm was wrapped around Boba’s neck as you came.

Your core clamped down on Din’s fingers as your body spasmed. Din did not relent as Boba cooed in your ear on how much a good girl you had been for finally coming.

You whimpered and twitched as Din continued to overstimulate you. After one final lick, he finally crawled up to you, his chin and lips wet from your juices, “You were beautiful, cyar'ika,” He then kissed you roughly as you tasted yourself on your lips.

“I do believe we are wearing too much,” announced Boba. Din pulled away, kissing down your body as he got off the foot of the bed. You collapsed on the pillows as Boba left you as well.

You giggled as you watched both Mandalorians remove their armour in almost identical fashion. They slowly started to expose more of themselves. Din was slightly taller, as Boba was wider. Both were covered in various scars and cuts and you couldn’t wait to kiss each one of them.

Once placing their armour, they turned around to look at you, your legs were splayed open, two fingers in your cunt. The pollen had clearly not let up at all and your body needed another release quickly.

You grinned widely and moaned as you admired both naked men before you. Their cocks already erect and weeping; Din’s was slightly longer while Boba’s was definitely wider. Your mouth watered at the idea of tasting both of them.

“See something you like, little one?” teased Boba. You grinned as you got on your hands and knees crawling before them. Sitting on your feet you used both hands to grasp both their cocks. Your visual assessment was correct as you felt both of them in your hand. You stroked them, lubricating their cocks with their own precum that dripped from their weeping heads.

You had not forgotten about Boba as you continued to stroke his cock.

“This is about you, mesh’la,” groaned Din as he tried to remain composed, “We are here to make you feel good.”

“I want this,” you said confidently, you leaned over to Din, looking up at him as you kissed the swollen head, “I want to see you both come undone all because of this sweet mouth you tell me that you love so much.” Your eyes remained on him as you took him in your mouth. You were not able to fully swallow Din immediately, but you sure as hell tried..

Din moaned,playing with your hair, “Fuck, ngh, your mouth. Yes, right there!” he jerked his hips forward as your tongue stroked under his shaft. The motion of his hips caused you to gag as the head of his cock buried in your throat.

“What a good little cocksucker she is,” Boba praised as he watched your cheeks hollowed, sucking on Din harder, “Such a good little slut, making sure we are taken care of.”

He gripped your hair and pulled you off of Din’s cock, “My turn.”

You whimpered as he guided you to his cock, forcing the head through your lips. Your mouth ached from adjusting to his wide girth, as Boba chose the pace. He was much rougher than Din, you felt your cunt juices trickle down your leg as he picked up the pace.

“Careful,” groaned Din, as he had his first wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he watched your mouth get used.

“She will let me know,” Boba breathed, forcing you to look up at him, “Won’t you pretty girl?” You tried to nod your head as drool dribbled down your chin, your eyes welling and your throat trying hard not to gag again. You did not plan on stopping anytime soon, you didn’t want to disappoint the famous Boba Fett.

Feeling guilty about Din, you sloppily tried to grab at his cock but Boba slapped your hand away,

“I’ve got him, princess.” Your eyes widened as Boba’s hand encircled Din’s length and started to stroke his shaft vigorously. Din’s hips stuttered, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as his thrusts tried to match Boba’s strokes. He looked at Boba with a heated gaze, “Boba, what-”

“You aren’t too hard on the eyes yourself, Mando,” Boba cheekily stated, your mouth still not forgotten as he lazily dragged his cock into your mouth. Your hand was now between your thighs as you plunged two fingers into your folds as you watched the arousing scene in front of you.

Boba heard you moan as he removed you from his rod, “Little one, you will not be taking care of yourself tonight or any other night for that matter.”

You were looking up at him, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth sore but lips plump from the abuse.

“Turn around. Hands and knees.”

Your head was cloudy as your body began to burn up. Boba denying you another orgasm was not helping your plight. Your body shook as you held yourself in the position he demanded.

Boba was already behind you, he stroked the swell of your ass, his fingers brushing against your entrance.

“I am going first, princess.” he slapped your ass, emitting a yelp from you.

“What do you say, cyar'ika?,” Din cooed as he stroked along your back before settling on the bed, his legs at the sides of your arms. He hooked your chin and roughly kissed you. This kiss was possessive, like he owned you and laid claim to you. You weren’t sure if it was the pollen playing tricks on you but Din was becoming more forceful as the night wore on. You cried when he pulled away. He squeezed your cheeks, waiting for an answer.

“Well?”

You panted as you turned to look at Boba, the bulbous head of his cock prodding at your entrance. “Please Boba, fuck me.”

Boba slid in a little further, you gasped feeling your walls already stretching to accommodate him

“I think you can ask better than that,” He slowly pulled you, you tried to reach back for him to keep him close to you. Your chest squeezed from the immense arousal you were feeling.

“Please fill me with your cock,” you urged, wiggling your hips, your ass jiggling. “Make this pussy yours.”

“Oh darling,” Boba pushed halfway in, your breath hitching quickly trying to adjust to his girth. “I fully intend to.” He bottomed out into you. His pubic mound resting on your ass. You cried out when you felt the throb of his cock. “What a perfect fit.”

Boba’s thrusts were gentle and slow at first to help you adjust to his size but you knew Boba’s gentle side didn’t stay around for long. With bruising strength he grabbed your hips and proceeded to pound into you.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore as you collapsed onto Din, you were weeping loudly with every harsh thrust. You were on a fine line between pain and pleasure and Boba knew how to keep you there.

“Look at you,” Din cooed, stroking your hair, his other hand stroking his weeping cock, “Taking his cock so well, how does he feel?”

“What don’t you find out for yourself later, Din?”

You inhaled sharply as your cunt tightened around him more, pulling him towards the depths of your core as the sinful images flashed before your eyes.

“Well, well Din. Our little innocent princess has a very dark and dirty side, don’t you?” He playfully smacked your ass as you sobbed into Din’s thigh.

“Din, I-I’m. No-”

Din shushed you, stroking your cheek, “It is ok, I know how you can make it up to us,” he then guided your mouth to his shimmering cock. You greedily licked the tip as you tried to shove his entire length into your mouth. You were a moaning, wet mess. The vibrations from your moans sent shivers up Din’s back as he had to stop you multiple times so as to not finish in your mouth.

“Such a good slut for us. Taking both of our cocks so well.” Din would kill anyone who would bring pain unto you but seeing you an incoherent mess, while Boba used you as he pleased, was stirring something inside of him that he wanted to release unto you.

You were close, so close. You pushed yourself back up, turning to look at Boba. His eyes were on you, the sounds coming from your actions were dirty and raw and you never wanted it to stop.

“Boba, I am close, so close.”

“Cum sweetie, let me feel you come undone around my cock.”

The mix of Boba hitting that very special spot inside of you and his filthy words sent him over the edge as you cried out his name. You trembled around him, your vision becoming white as you experienced one of the hardest climaxes of your life.

“That’s our good, little one,” Boba’s thrusts were becoming more erratic as he was reaching his peak as well, “Where do you want my seed, princess?”

“Inside,” you croaked, “I want you to fill me up.”

You looked down at Din who was currently playing with your breasts as he trailed wet kisses on any part of you he could reach.

Boba let out a loud grunt as stilled inside of you, ropes of his seeds coating your walls.

“Din, oh fuck! Boba you’re filling me up hgnnn” your body was bursting with a surprise climax as you collapsed into Din’s arms.

He cradled you as you took all that Boba had to offer. Boba remained inside you, feeling the mixture of your juices start to flow out. Slowly pulling out and keeping your ass up high, he took two fingers and pushed his release back into you.

You groaned, your body sore but it still screamed for you to continue.

“Suck.” demanded Boba as he shoved his fingers in your mouth forcing you to taste yourself mixed with his seed. You hummed in pleasure as you licked his fingers cleaned, all the while staring up at Din as you were still in his lap.

Din was breathing just as heavy as you were; you just wanted to take care of him and make him feel good. A sinful thought crossed your mind as you released Boba’s fingers with a ‘pop’ you immediately went to kiss Din. Your tongues dancing as you wanted Din to have a taste for himself.

All throughout Boba did not let his hands off of, rubbing small circles on your back,

“Little one, I believe it is Din’s turn to take care of you, hrm?”

You released your lips from Din’s as you looked into his soft brown eyes. You saw the same spark you saw when you first looked into them but something was also very different. His pupils were blown out and darker, as he started at your post orgasmic face and body.

“Din, please, I need to feel you too. I don’t want to stop.”

Din smirked and patted your cheek, “On your back, sweet heart, I want to see you as I wreck this pussy of yours.”

Din and Boba had switched positions as you were turned onto your back. You were nestled between Boba’s legs, body flushed against his as Din took his place in front of you. He forced your legs open as he admired your red swollen lips and the bud of your clit. He continued up your body to your breasts which Boba was currently cupping, rolling your hardened peaks between his fingers as he whispered dirty nothing in your ears.

All the while you were squirming looking at Din, your eyes begging him to take you as you parted your legs even wider.

Din didn’t wait any further as he aligned himself at your entrance and with one smooth thrust was fully sheathed inside of you.

You both moaned together at the sensation of your bodies throbbed in unison. You instinctively grasped Din’s arms as you felt him reach your depths. He knew you were well prepared as he instantly started a rough rhythm of thrusts.

“So good,” he moaned as he pulled your hips closer to him, “Still so tight for me, taking me so well, baby.”

You cried out, as you tried to mirror his movements.

“Aren’t we lucky, Din?” Boba asked, kissing the crown of your head. “Come on mesh’la i know you can take him even deeper.”

With his strong arms, he hooked his hands under your knees and pulled your bent legs to your chest, opening yourself more for Din.

“Oh fuck,” you cried, “I can’t! I can’t!” The new position was delicious, Din was able to settle even closer to you, his body rubbing against your clit with each deepened thrust.

Boba held you down as you started to shake and squirm, partially trying to run away from the absurd amount of pleasure you were feeling. You screamed Din’s name as you came violently, you felt a new wave of wetness that you never felt before as you coated Din’s lower body.

You covered your face, sobbing, embarrassed from what just transpired. Din noticed and couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh sweetie, I didn’t know I was that good.” his fingers wiping up a bit of the mess you made.

He leaned down to capture your lips with his as you continued to quietly sob. The mix of embarrassment and fiery lust that pollen was still forcing upon you was too much.

Breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, stroking away the tears, “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now,” he sighed as he recommenced his movements.

You nearly screamed as he continued his rhythm. One of Boba’s hands was still on your breast as the other had cupped Din’s chin, forcing to look up at him, “Doesn’t her pussy feel wonderful? The way she just grips your cock and tries to milk every last drop out of you.”

Din grunted and nodded, as he allowed Boba to manhandle him. Boba pulled him into a kiss, as he twisted your nipple. You heard Din’s breath hitch as his movements stuttered. You watched this as you were below both men.

Boba was clearly in control as he was now gripping Din’s hair deepening the kiss. You could hear both their moans over the blood pounding in your ears.

“Fuck...that’s hot,” you stated as you felt your climax approaching again.

They broke the kiss to look down at you, Boba grinning like he had won some secret bet,

“Don’t worry, princess, this is still about you. Din, make her cum like she did before.”

Din didn’t need to be told twice as he increased his pace. It wasn’t long until you were crying out again, squirting over his thighs as he called out your name, bottoming out and cumming deeply inside of you.

All three of you took a moment as you took in the feeling of Din’s cum inside you, Boba’s warm, large body against you. You felt his hardness once again against your back. You truly died and had gone to heaven.

The moment quickly passed as you felt the familiar ache as waves of arousal crashed down on you.

“It still hurts, like nothing helps?” you sobbed, grinding your thighs together.

You didn’t know how much longer they could go on or how much more you could take.

“I want both of you inside me.” you announced. Din looked at you confused, as Boba chuckled.

“Are you sure, baby?”

You groaned, rubbing your body against him as you covered your face “Ivebeenwantingitforawhile.” you blurted out.

“Oh sweetie, all you had to do was ask.”

Boba looked up at Din as he finally understood what you were asking. “If you don’t mind Din, you may want to be the first to take her like this.”

Boba forced you to move as you were now straddling his hips. Boba took this moment to fully take you in. Your eyes were wet from the tears that had fallen, your lips were plump and red and you were still breathing heavily from the last orgasm. He stroked your face, “Beautiful,” was all he said as he readjusted our position.

“Now, let’s get you ready hrm?”

You nodded as you aligned yourself along Boba’s hardened member as you easily slid over him, cursing his name as you did so.

“I-I am not sure.” Din stroked your back as he looked a little lost.

Boba grabbed Din’s hand and stuck two of his fingers in his mouth. You rocked against Boba as you watched his tongue wrap around Din’s fingers as he shifted his focus between Din and you.

With a loud pop, he guided Din’s hand to your lower back and at the entrance, “This should work, open her up.”

You gasped when you felt Din’s wet finger push through your opening. The initial feeling was a little painful but when Din started working you, you began to feel a sense of fullness you never felt before.

“Oh fuck, this is good,” you cursed, still rocking your hips slowly. “Din, just slow down a little...nghh more…”

Din pushed another finger through your ringed entrance.

“Oh sweetie, I can’t believe you were playing this innocent act this whole time and look at you now.” growled Boba as he slowly moved against you,“All you really wanted was to have your holes filled by our cocks. Isn’t that it?”

You bit your lip to the point where it bled, trying to suppress another scream.

“I think she is ready, don’t you Mando?” Boba stated as he was trying so hard not to just thrust up into you and started fucking you without giving Mando any time to enter you.

Din placed his legs outside of Boba’s as he was flushed against your back, “I am going to go slowly, ok? You tell us when you stop when you need you, understand?” You nodded quickly as all you wanted was to fill the fullness of Din inside you.

You moaned loudly when his head pushed through you. Boba was currently stroking your clit trying to have you focus on the pleasure of his hands.

You cried out when Din was halfway, collapsing on Boba who instantly wrapped his arms around you, shushing you, “You are doing so well, baby girl. Almost there, then we will make you feel amazing.”

“Fuck, you are so tight!” Din praised as he settled inside of you, waiting for your permission to move.

You were clinging onto Boba’s shoulders as you adjusted to the new sensation.

“I’m ok,” you whimpered, “I want you both to move.”

The first movements were sloppy and erratic as Boba and Din finally found their momentum.

You had never felt so full. You could feel both their cocks moving inside of you and it was heaven. They were both dragging their cocks out and slamming back into you.

“Fuck, don't stop. Use me. Please, I am yours!” you confessed as your climax was once again approaching

“Fuck Boba, I can’...I can feel you through-”

“Isn’t it amazing, Mando? Even with our little one being so needy so is making sure we feel just as good.”

“Boba...Din, I think I am going to cum. Please finish with me.”

Boba pulled you closer as he started to ram into you, Din leaned forward to increase his pace. You noticed for a split second you saw that with one hand, he grabbed Boba’s hand. You smiled lovingly as you nearly reached your peak.

“I am so close...I can’t….hold itttt!!!” you cried out as squeezed around both men inside of you as you reached your peak.

Almost in unison you heard Boba and Din grunt your name as the both painted your insides white. You groaned at the new feeling of fullness that they were able to achieve within you.

You collapsed against Boba, with Din on top of you. All three of you were a sweaty, panting wet mess. With that though you had noticed that the pain had finally subsided.

“Thank you,” you sobbed, as you kissed Boba’s chest and tried to turn around to get to Din.

Boba squeezed your thigh, “It is us who should be thanking you, princess.”

“We are just happy that we could make you feel so good,” Din said as he slowly slid out of you as he watched his seed leak out.

Boba gently lifted you up and laid you down next to him, “Wait here princess.”

Him and Din went to the freshers with a damp rag and a glass of water for you. Boba gently cleaned you up as Din helped you drink.

You laid back down, grinning from ear to ear from the afterglow of it all.

“Well you...two stay with me?” you asked, as you were already starting to doze off.

Boba was the first to enter the bed, pulling you close against him, “Always, princess.”

Din had dimmed the lights as he laid on the other side, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt warm and safe with both boys surrounding and holding you. “As long as you will have us.”

You smiled at both of them thanking them with a long deep kiss before settling back into the pillows “Good, well expect to be here a long time,” you yawned, “Forever is kinda a long time.”

You felt the vibrations of laughter from both men as you finally fell asleep. The final feeling you felt was them kissing the top of your head, with words of promises that they will always be there for you lulling you into dreamland.


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The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon
The LIGHTSABER, Also Referred To As A Laser Sword By Those Who Were Unfamiliar With It, Was A Weapon

The LIGHTSABER, also referred to as a laser sword by those who were unfamiliar with it, was a weapon usually used by the Jedi, the Sith, and other Force-sensitives. Lightsabers consisted of a plasma blade, powered by a kyber crystal, that was emitted from a usually metal hilt and could be shut off at will. It was a weapon that required skill and training, and was greatly enhanced when used in conjunction with the Force.


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Star Wars x Reader Masterlist

🍑Smut-ish  🔥Smut

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The Hidden - Din Djarin x Reader (Complete)

After landing on a planet in search of a place to lay low with the child, Din finds himself in fight he can’t win. So, when a local shows up and is the one saving him for a change, he can’t help but accept their offer of lodging and safety. However, the Mandalorian isn’t prepared for the feelings that develop along his journey. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Epilogue

Liberation - Platonic!Din Djarin x Reader (discontinued)

After stumbling upon a rookie bounty hunter, Din begrudgingly ends up with two kids under his watch. Despite this partnership being unexpected, they both find themselves drawing closer and forming a bond neither of them see coming. Perhaps this newfound relationship will be the freedom that they both seek. 

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

White Rose - Knight!Din Djarin x F!Reader AU (Ongoing)

This series follows the relationship of a seamstress!Reader and Knight!Din  Djarin. This is basically a series of one shots that can be read as  stand alone parts but is better if read all together! This is just a  little universe I created to add onto as I get ideas, so it should just  be a fun little project for all of us!

Masterlist located HERE

Cin Vhetin - Clan Leader!Din Djarin x F!Reader AU (Ongoing)

After the Mandalorians save the reader’s village from a tyrannical leader, her father teaches her the trade of blacksmithing and forging beskar. Ridiculed by those in her village and shy in nature, the reader never expected to catch the attention of Clan Leader Djarin…or an arranged marriage.

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One Shots (1k+ Words)

Protector -  Din attempts to protect reader from the people after him and the child

Words Unspoken - Din is terrified of not seeing you again as he lies at death’s door

Trust is a Fragile Thing -  You tamper with the one thing that matters most in your relationship with Din - Trust.

Touch -  You introduce a touch starved mandalorian to the idea of touching and being touched

In Secret -  after sneaking around for way too long, Din asks princess!Reader a very important question

Reunited -  Din unexpected has to leave the reader in the dead of night. Five years later he returns to her, only to find that he has a son he never knew about

Ice Cold -  The Razor Crests heating unti goes out on a bitterly cold planet. So, the reader must find a different source of warmth.

Nightmares -  Din panics when he wakes from a nightmare and you aren’t next to him.

Come Back to Me -  Din keeps his promise to come back to reader.

Helping Out - Reader hires Din as a temorary body guard for her cantina. They both end the night with something they didn’t expect.

Not Enough - Reader struggles with her feelings of inadequacy and only plunges even deeper in her thoughts when her and Din get into a fight.

Little Yellow Sundress - Reader buys a sundress in hopes of finally getting Din’s attention….it works 🔥

Cyare’se’tuur - After landing on a small backwater planet, Din realizes a holiday is going on and gets the reader a gift. Then he asks for something in return.

Drabbles (Less than 1k Words)

“You’re bleeding” + “I’m pregnant”

“You’re basically a marshmellow. Perfect for cuddling.” + “I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.”  

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt!” + “I can’t feel my legs.”

“I came to say goodbye.”

“Please tell me you feel this too?” w/touch starved!Mando

“You need to leave.”

“I think you’re beautiful.”

Exhausted - Din holds reader after a very long day.

Road to Recovery - Reader helps Din work through his feelings about his creed after he removes his helmet.

Head Canons

Pregnancy

Din Having Nightmares

Mutual Pining + Nap time

First “I love you”

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One Shots

Regret  - After a close call, you have a moment to think about things you would have regretted if it had gone worse. So, you finally act on your feelings towards Boba, and it leads to more than you thought it would. 🔥

Scars - Boba is finally returning home from serving in the armed forces. However, he is also coming home with some new scars and is terrified of your reaction.

A King and His Queen - Boba buys the reader a gift, and he can’t wait to see her wear it. (Part of my lingerie series)

Dear Soldier - Two lonely souls find each other after the reader decides to sign up for the Dear Soldier program and sends Boba his first letter.

Hunter - When waiting on a planet to capture a bounty, Reader gets bored and challenged Boba to chase her. It ends much differently than she intended. 🔥

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One Shots

What They Don’t Know - After a long time away from home, Paz returns to you and shows you just how much he missed you.

Forever - “There’s only one bed and we sleep as far away as possible from each other but wake up cuddling”

Cabur - When a mission to collect supplies for the covert goes awry, you and Paz find yourselves in a less than ideal situation.

Drabbles

The Chase - “There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close”

Head Canons

Pregnancy/Children

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One Shots

Stardust -  Soulmate!AU: You feel it when your soulmate dies, its world shattering…but then you get an unexpected visitor.

“You’re bleeding.” + “come here, let me fix this.”

Drabbles (Less than 1k words)

Home - “Playing with their hair while their head’s in your lap”

Liminality - Cassian’s last moments with you on Scarif

After - The reader is faced with dealing with the aftermath of Cassian’s death

Dog Tags - The reader loves seeing Cassian in his dog tags, and now she final;y asks about them.


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I Have Power Now

i have power now

Thank you can actually be so sexy.

And I love Baby tilting his head back to watch Din. These little movements make him so real.


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Photos of Din Djarin laying down that my lawyer WILL be hearing about

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Bonus 1: BARE WRIST

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Bonus 2: BYE

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