I'm Just....... Speechless. I Wish I Was Half As Good With Words As You Are So I Could Attempt To Convey

Wait for it.

The Bodyguard and the Betrothed - Chapter 1

Din Djarin x afab!reader

Rating: E | 3.5k words

You've always read that being a Princess has its perks, but you think whoever wrote that had to have been mistaken. As the third, unwanted daughter of the royal family of Hapuntep, your life isn't what you imagined when you were younger, still starry-eyed and full of hope.

So when a mysterious stranger shows up and rips you away from the only life you've ever known, you can't help but wonder - is your mundane life about to get better? Or... is it about to get a whole lot worse?

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Bodyguard!Din, some Violence (later on), Strangers to Lovers, and more tags to come!

AN: I feel most comfortable doing one-shots, so trying to step out of my comfort zone with a Bodyguard!Din romance. I have the general plotline written out, excited to share this story with you. (But fear not, there will be plenty of rated E action down the road!) Guessing about 10 chapters in total. ❤️

[Also posted to A03 here!]

Chapter 1 - The Stranger

As the long hours in near-isolation passed, you think back and realize that honestly, you should have seen this coming. In the past few months, you had noticed the whispers around the castle, the furtive looks, but you never dreamed they were directed at you.

Being part of the royal family of Hapuntep, there were certain… expected obligations. Your eldest sister had been betrothed since birth to a handsome prince from Indupar, a monarchical planet in the Ado Sector. Your second sister had married for love, a Lord from the mid rim planet of Ec Pand. And your younger brother - he was to inherit the kingdom, as the only son. He would be married as well, someday, but that was still many years away.

And you - well, you had not married. You had always been treated a little differently than your sisters, the forgotten middle child that was never wanted.

When you were younger, you thought perhaps it was the age gap. Your sisters were 8 and 10 when you were born and at their age, there was nothing interesting about a crying baby. You had assumed it was just that gap that had been stretched too far to cross, but as you got older, you started noticing some interactions that had escaped your younger mind.

They way they treated you, like you were a ghost. And then more specifically, the tone of voice they used when they actually did speak to you. The sneering lips and wrinkled noses as they implied that your parents didn’t want you.

“Daddy didn’t ask for another daughter. He wanted a son.” Your eldest sister had hissed in your ear, late at night, “But it was too late. You showed up, anyway.”

As you grew older, you then thought maybe it was because of your looks. You favored your mother, the same shade of hair and complexion. You thanked the Maker for that more than once when you were alone - otherwise you might have gotten your Father’s weak constitution or his small, watery eyes. It was a wonder that your mother had ever agreed to marry him, and you thought about that often as well.

Your sisters looked like copies of your father, down to the exact texture of hair. Your eyes were different though, the only one in the family with that shade, most likely a recessive gene. Was it jealousy, perhaps, sowed the seed that has lasted for years?

The rumors and theories changed over time, but the ending was always the same. A surprised, unwanted pregnancy. The black sheep. When your mother passed when you were 6 from a bout of Borotavi syndrome, the gap between you and your family only grew further apart, turning into a chasm.

Your father remarried soon after, a beautiful widower whose husband has also recently passed, and she became your stepmother. Your resemblance to your own mother was not lost on her, and there was no affection gained, despite your efforts.

A few years later, they had a child together, your brother Nikolas - the one saving grace in this wretched family. He inherited the best things from both, and somehow the two of you became close. He was your only real friend, the only person you could trust.

Overall, you made the best you could with your lot. You stayed tucked away, and out of sight. Afternoons were filled with quiet activities, reading, studying, academics, most of the time in your room. When you could, you snuck outside, sweet-talking the guards into teaching you fitness routines and self-defense lessons.

Nobody seemed to love you, besides your brother, but nothing was expected from you either. You were perfectly happy living a life of unbothered mediocrity. But all of that changed when he showed up. The day your life changed, forever.

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The day had started perfectly normal, not one that would have stuck out in your mind as anything special. You were up with the sun, the light creeping in through the blinds as you hurry into the adjoined refresher to wash up for the day. Even though it was early, you cherished the quiet moments in the castle before everyone started moving around. Yes, it’s true that you were left alone for the most part, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t hear everything going on throughout the day.

Sinking into the basin, you let the water wash over you, enjoying the warmth while it lasted. After you scrubbed yourself clean, you grab the bound book, dog-eared and battered, from the small side-table and find your place from where you left off yesterday.

You stay submerged as long as you can, lost in another world, until your skin prickles from the cold, toes puckered from the water.

Stepping out, you dress yourself in a plain tunic and trousers before heading back to your room. This time you grab another book, a heavy, leather-bound thing from the large table near your small, but efficient, fireplace. This one was borrowed, and you had to make sure you returned it this morning before it was missed. You weren’t forbidden from leaving your room, but you had learned a long time ago it was better to just stay out of sight when possible.

Tucking the book into your bag, you open your door, just enough to peek an eye outside. When the coast is clear, you sneak down the hallway, and into the library.

The large library is quiet, and you have no problem slipping the missing novel back onto the shelf, and picking out another from the opposite side of the room. It goes back into your bag, and then you’re off in search of some sustenance.

Winding your way down the stone steps, you make your way to the kitchen. The room is busy like usual, but there’s always a little cheese, meat, and bread tucked to the side for you. It’s been years since you attended a formal lunch, you always made excuses when you could, and no one ever requested your presence.

One of the cooks, an older man that you had always gotten along with, bumps you with his hip as you’re grabbing the small stash they saved for you. He gives you a conspiratorial wink, and shows you the cloth he has in his hand, containing half a dozen small sweet rolls. He sneaks them next to your other food, giving your shoulder a friendly pat as he moves past you.

You give him a smile and a genuine thanks, taking the cloth-wrapped bundle and tucking it into the pocket of your bag. One or two were for you, of course, you had a major sweet tooth, but the rest were for your brother, if you happened to see him today.

But you didn’t run into him, even though you took the long, winding path back to your room. Part of you wondered if they were keeping him busy on purpose, you had barely seen him lately. He did have lessons, but surely they’d give him a break sometime. You made a note to dedicate tomorrow to tracking him down.

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Back in your room, the rest of the afternoon had been spent on small hobbies, and then you decided to take a nice, long nap. There’s a low, droning sound as you doze, and your lids crack open as the sound registers in your sleepy brain.

It was the sound of a ship approaching the hangar. Ships in this area were unusual, most of the time they used the public landing pad a few miles down the road, past the south end of town. The one near the castle was private, for the royal family and guests, only. And you hadn’t heard anything about any guests.

You can see the ship touching down from your balcony door, it looked rough, still flying, but rough. Unlatching the lock, you creep outside to watch, the loud droning dying out as the ship touches down and turns off.

A ramp extends from the side, and a figure steps out, the sun glinting off some sort of armor they are wearing. It’s shiny, a chrome-like metal that you can see even from your current distance. They converse with one of the mechanics that approaches him, and after a few minutes as he points an arm towards town. The figure nods, and starts moving out of the hanger and towards that direction.

Achingly curious, you sneak back inside, latching the door behind you. You root around in the chest by your bed, throwing on a brown, threadbare cloak, pulling the hood up over your head.

Sneaking out should in theory be easy, there was hardly anyone in the back staircase, and it lets you out into the side of the garden. Luck seems to be on your side today, and you make it out and through the garden without incident.

By the time you make it down the long pathway to the city, the figure is quite a bit ahead of you. Fortunately for you, they stick out in the shiny metal, even the afternoon shadows creeping in can’t seem to touch it.

They are deep in the market district when you catch up, currently perusing a seemingly vacant stall, the shelves stacked with general goods. The stall is tucked towards the edge of the district, away from most of the foot traffic. The owner of the stall isn’t even visible, but you’re sure they’re behind the cloth canopy draping across the back half.

You stop short, using the shadows of a neighboring stall to watch as they work their way across the countertop, making small, neat stacks of rations and dried meats.

Their movements are subtle, hands ghosting over piles of items in search of whatever supply list they had in their head. You observe quietly for a while, and jump when you hear an almost-robotic sounding voice break the relative quiet.

“Can I help you?” Their tone is flat, the unexpected sound coming from the person in armor in front of you.

You twist your head, looking up and down the aisle to see who he’s talking to. The stall owner has still not stepped out, most likely conversing with their neighbor.

“You, girl. In the shadows.” He clarifies - you assume they’re male from the deep pitch of their voice.

Freezing, you watch as his head turns giving you a good look at his profile. He makes a sound, almost like a sigh, “I can see you. Come on out.”

Oh. He’s talking to you.

You step out of the shadows, walking slowly over towards the booth. He watches you quietly, waiting until you’re standing a few feet away.

You had read about Mandalorians a bit, in some of the older books in the library. There wasn’t a lot about them, from what you understood a lot of their history was passed down orally. But you had never thought you’d get to see one, much less meet one for that matter.

Suddenly aware of your manners, from years of etiquette shoved down your throat, you flush slightly at your own rudeness.

“I apologize,” your nose wrinkles, “It was rude of me to stare, I’ve just never seen a Mandalorian before.”

His head turns back to look at the stall, his voice quiet as he answers, “We do not come to the Mid Rim very often.”

It’s not an outright dismissal, so you tentatively take a step closer. You try to glance subtly at him, taking in what you can as he continues to browse.

He’s tall, a little more than a head taller than you with the armor, and broad-shouldered. His armor gleams, painstakingly polished, and his long cloak, tattered at the ends, catches the slight breeze in the air.

“What, uh,” You offer, when it becomes clear he’s not going to ask you anything. “What brings you to town?”

His hands pick up another small puck of rations, adding it to the stack in his hands. He seems to think about this for a moment, before replying, “Work.”

“Oh.” You hip leans against the edge of the stall, and you pivot to look at him, “Looking for work?”

He shakes his head as he clarifies, “I am here for my employer.”

You want to ask what he does, why he would be here. Your planet is small, and not nearly as technically-advanced as the most of the planets in the Middle and Inner Rim. The was a scattering of settlements across the land, this city being the biggest. But the entire population of the planet would be dwarfed in a city such as Coruscant, or so you’ve been told.

“You’re not a bandit, are you?” You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow, “Or a gangster?”

He probably wasn’t, but over the past few years, the overall crime had risen drastically. Small crime organizations had begun to set up small camps around the bigger-sized cities in the area, harassing the citizens for money in exchange for protection. You knew this because you had heard your Father talk about it, about the pressure of keeping the peace when cities were getting attacked at night.

His head swivels slowly to look at you, his annoyance almost palpable. You flash a smile, and he seems to realize you were teasing him, because he makes noise that sounds like a huff.

“No, I am not.”

“If you’re not a bandit, then what do you do?”

“Are you always so talkative?” His voice is short, and you pause.

“Well, no-” you hesitate, voice immediately apologetic. Your brow crinkles as you look at him, confidence rapidly waning, “I, uh- don’t get to talk that much, actually. Not really supposed to.”

His helmet fully turns to the side now, tilting down towards you. It’s unnerving, looking into the dark tint of a visor, not being able to see a face for context.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, “Not supposed to?”

You shrug, one shoulder lifting and then dropping casually. It would be stupid to tell this man who you are, and you already have been a little too open with this stranger.

A woman steps up to the stall, from a low pile of pillows in the back, saving you from answering. She is old and stooped, hair white with age and long, shining like starlight.

“Sorry dearie,” her voice is birdlike, eyes kind beneath wrinkles of wisdom. “I didn’t realize anyone was here.”

You smile at her, asking her a few questions about how her day was going, as the Mandalorian stacked his purchases in front of her. She tallies them up carefully, whispering figures under her breath as she does.

Before she can give a price, you are rooting around in your bag, pulling out a fistful of credits which you pass to her. You’re not sure how much his rations cost, but you figure you’re probably pretty close.

“They’re on me, for your patience.” Your head tilts as you eye the Mandalorian, your practiced tone almost hiding the embarrassment in your voice. Almost.

“No,” The woman’s hand closes around yours, trying to push some of the credits back, “No, it’s too much-”

“Please.” You turn towards her, smiling gracefully. “Please, for taking up so much of your time today.”

Her hand relaxes, drawing the stack quickly into her pouch. The woman’s eyes meet yours, shining in the afternoon light, “Thank you milady, your kindness won’t be forgotten.”

The Mandalorian is silent next to you, his hands the only thing that moves as he tucks the purchases into the bag slung across his chest. He moves then, giving the woman a short bow of his helmet as he steps out into the walkway again.

“Thank you.” He offers quietly.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, and you’re getting ready to just walk away when he asks, “My ship requires a few mechanical parts, can you point me towards a stall that carries that?”

It’s as close to an apology as you’re going to get, but you take it. You smile with a nod, gesturing with your hand for him to follow you.

--

You don’t learn much more about him as he browses another stall, just that he’s from the Outer Rim, he’s had his ship for a long time, and that he really is there for work, but won’t tell you what.

And that he’s only here until tomorrow, which for some reason makes your stomach twist in disappointment.

The two of you found a stall that had the things he wanted, old pre-empire engine parts for ships. He’s been making a small stack of wiring and mechanical pieces. You have no idea what any of it is, but you still try to help him look, plucking out wires and pieces in the shape he describes.

He finally seems done, a neat pile of parts gathered in front of him as the owner of the stall steps forward.

Before you can offer he’s shaking his head, “I got this, you can’t pay for everything.”

You shrug, hands dropping from your bag. He’s gathering his things and you’re just standing there, debating your next move.

He’s not grumpy, but he’s guarded. But he hasn’t chased you away or dismissed you yet, and although he seems to edit his answers, he does give them.

“Can I walk with you back to your ship?” You summon your courage to ask, “You’re at the northern hanger right?”

You phrase this as a guess - as if you didn’t know, as if you hadn’t been watching him land.

He’s clearly done with shopping, but you’re not ready to leave him yet. The only other person that talks to you regularly is your brother, and he’s been too busy to spend much time with you these past few days. Even his edited answers are a welcome break in your stir-crazy mind.

“Are you sure that’s a smart question?” He counters, but he pauses, turning to face you. “Isn’t it dangerous, walking that far out of the city this late?”

“No, the hangar is close to where I live. And aren’t Mandalorians supposed to be honorable?”

“Some are.” He allows.

“Are you?”

The two of you look at each other for a long moment, before he slowly nods his head.

You huff, “Then how can I be in danger if I’m walking with the most dangerous man in the city?”

He makes a noise, a low hum that almost sounds amused. But then he nods, a short jerk of his head, “Fine. Let’s go.”

You let him lead the way, weaving through the mostly-empty streets as the sun sets. The stalls are closing up, only the taverns and inns staying open at night. By now, your questions are used up, and you can’t think of anything else to ask.

He actually asked you a few questions as well while the two of you walked. If you really live near the hanger, what you were doing in town, but you answered just as vaguely as he did.

The walk, which usually seemed to take forever, seems to be done in just mere minutes. You follow him in, walking over to the large ship near the front.

You hadn’t been on a ship before, and your eyes swept over it greedily for a moment before you realize the Mandalorian was looking at you.

Well, this was it.

“It was nice meeting you, Mandalorian.” You smile, your hands twisting behind you back as you rock on your heels.

“You as well.” His head dips, just a fraction, “Hurry home now, little bird.”

Your heart pounds, eyes trying to soak up as much as you can before you’re turning, feet taking you back towards the pathway. You tell yourself not to look back, but before you step out of the hanger you risk one last glance.

He’s still standing there, gloved hand resting on the smooth side of his ship, body still as stone.

Your head snaps forward again, a flush staining your cheeks as you step back onto the worn dirt road. Looking straight ahead, you don’t look back again as you make your way towards the side of the castle.

When you get back to your room, you change into your sleeping clothes before sliding under the covers. Pulling your favorite book from the stack by your bed, you settle in to read the current chapter.

Despite your efforts, the words twist and blur in front of you, eyes unfocusing as you think about the stranger, the Mandalorian, that was for some reason in your city.

The smooth baritone of his voice, his easy grace when moving. How dangerous he probably was, but how kind he had been to you. He was interesting, the most interesting person you had ever met, even though he had barely told you anything about him.

A long while had passed before you noticed you were looking at the top of the page, still stuck on the first line. Shaking your head, you force those other thoughts out of your mind.

You’re never going to see him again, anyways. Better not to dwell on it.

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References: Hapuntep - From Star Wars Legends, was a planet ruled by a monarchy Indupar - a Mid Rim world in Ado sector. It was the capital of the Induparan Crown Worlds. It was ruled by the Induparan Monarchy and House Indupar. Ec Pand - was a Mid Rim world that was located within the Ado sector, and was one of the Induparan Crown Worlds. Borotavi Syndrome - was a fatal disease caused by eating a deadly shellfish

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RAZOR CREST | THE MANDALORIAN - SEASON 2

JEDI: FALLEN ORDER APPRECIATION WEEK Day 2: favourite planet

DATHOMIR was a remote planet in the Quelli sector of the Outer Rim. It was the home of the Nightsisters, a witch clan, and the Nightbrothers, who were Zabrak warriors. The planet was drenched in blood-red light from its central star, and had continents overrun by swamplands and twisted vegetation, with forests of bent trees burdened by large, cocoon-like fruit. The dark side of the Force had a strong presence on Dathomir.

Kairkiyc

The Mandalorian x Reader

Word Count: 5,907 k

Rating: Explicit

Warning: smut, porn with a little plot, okay it's a lot; overstimulation, multiple orgasm, edging, fingering, penetration, breeding kink, squirting but only if you squint, Mando has big cock syndrome

Based on the “Mommy Milkers Mando” post, I put way too much effort into this and it’s pure filth, read at your own risk, if you guys like it let me know and maybe I’ll turn it into a series lol

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You'd been traveling with Mando for over three months.

During that time, all of which you spent scrubbing the floor of the Razor Crest and fixing the antique back to working conditions, you'd grown accustomed to the presence of both the bounty hunter and the small green creature under his care. When you asked about it all Mando gave you for an explanation was that the "child" was a foundling and that it was under his care. As if that was good enough to answer your question. Before he was walking off to go on another hunt.

Most of the times he took the child with him, and on a few rare occasions, like today, he'd leave it behind with you. Mando said he'd be back in a few hours. But even the little green alien grew restless inside the confines of the cockpit the longer that time went by. Mando was never this late. In fact even when he came close to being late it was usually within minutes of his estimated arrival. But it had been six extra, long and dragged out hours, since he told you he'd be back. You knew it wasn't your place to question him, after all you where only the hired help, and Mando rarely told you much anyway.

Your job was to take care of the child and not interfere with the Mandalorian's job, it was as simple as that. "Maybe I should go look for him," Yet here you where worrying about him as if he needed you to. "Well?" You looked down at the child for some sign of an agreement, casting its massive eyes up at you expectantly. He opened his tiny mouth, yawning in exhaustion, seemingly worn out from keeping up with your constant chatter. You laughed quietly as he blinked tiredly at you, "Come on, little one. Let's get you to bed."

-

You where stressing out now. It's not like Mando hadn't gone on long hunts before, this wasn't something new after all, sometimes you'd even gone days without seeing him. But what distinguished this from the other times, was the fact that he'd usually tell you how long I'd take him to come back. You stood up, dusting off your pants to come up with a backup plan if Mando didn't return in the next twenty minutes. But almost as soon as you decided against the idea, figuring Mando could handle himself, the hatch of the ship opened and Mando strode in with the bounty blabbering about a bargain not far behind. "Please I can pay-"

The poor idiot didn't stand a chance, couldn't even finish his sentence before Mando was shoving him in carbonite. He didn't anticipate how long this would take him either, didn't expect the bounty to put up a surprisingly good fight. And despite him being done with the job, bounty frozen in carbonite, his shoulders where tense with something near frustration as you walked towards him. He seemed more wound up than he'd ever been in the short time you knew him, and something about that made you uneasy. "What happened?"

This close, the lights where giving you perfect visibility of his disheveled state. For starters his chest armor along with the shoulder pads where discarded on the floor, as he sat hunched over on one of the crates littered in the ships hull. The arm guards where still connected to his forearms, and the yellow gloves remained attached to each individual finger. But despite this being the most exposed you'd seen Mando, aside from the day you caught a glimpse of one of his wrist, this wasn't what struck out the most.

It was the state of the clothing beneath, which was nearly falling off his chest, like something had somehow melted off the fabric. There was practically more holes than there was fabric, patches of flesh peaking out through the wide openings which left him completely exposed. "Xenoboric acid, the beskar kept it off my skin for the most part." He answered you without you having to ask him first, and then you realized maybe you where ogling him too much, too intently that he took notice and snapped you out of your trance.

"Are you hurt?" He was quiet, like he had to think about it. As if he suddenly remembered that maybe he was hurt. "Not that bad,"  he reached behind him, where his cape usually covered the broad expanse of his shoulders. "It's all mostly on my back, and I can't reach back there." You should have crushed the thought before it grew in your head, spreading like a wildfire that burned on the tip of your tongue until the words came rushing out trying to escape. "Maybe I can help you, if you'd like."

He gave you a nod, sitting upright into what you assumed was a comfortable positing for him. You grabbed the nearby medpac and went around to see how bad the damage was, not sure if he even had a shirt covering him in the first place with how much the acid ate away. "Would you mind if I cut this off? It's only going to get in the way." He handed you his vibroblade in response, and with careful gentle tugs you managed to cut off the remaining fabric.

"Is it bad?" It really wasn't bad. The few minor burns looked mildly irritated, the skin barely flushed in reaction. But your sudden reaction of shock upon seeing how many scars he had could have been mistaken for a "shit this is bad" sign. You cleared your throat, grabbing the bacta spray and slowly covering the blotchy spots on his skin. "Not at all."

Maker his skin was nice. Despite the many scars, and  the lingering bruises from previous hunts, you couldn't help but admire him. The strong muscles of his shoulders, the prominent back dimples, and the constellations of moles and freckles littered on his skin. You wanted to kiss every single one. Map out exactly where they where and trace them every single day so you wouldn't forget them. Your finger squeezed the spray a little too hard, and this seemed to catch Mando off guard because you could practically see the shiver as it ran down his spine.

"Sorry it's just," he paused, unsure if he should admit it to himself that he was enjoying this as much as you where. "It's been so long since I've had human contact." Somehow those where the wrong words to us, or maybe in a way it was the right one. Because it made you run your index finger across one of his scars, slowly trailing it down his spine , and then pausing before moving up to the dip between his shoulder blades. He sighed when your hand came to a stop on his shoulder, bringing his own gloved hand to rest on top of your fingers. "I was so worried you wouldn't come back this time."

He didn't push your hand away, or pull you closer, almost like he was reaching some unknown limit you didn't know about. For you this this wasn't new, by any means, because it was nothing explicitly out of the ordinary. But for Mando? This was too intimate, to close to what the creed said was wrong, and for the first time he wondered why exactly it was so wrong in the first place. Why he should push you away instead of considering that for a moment he shouldn't. "I know."

He wasn't blind, or oblivious to the shy glances you'd given him in the three months you'd spent together. How he'd notice the glint in your eyes when you saw him come back from a hunt. He wouldn't lie and say he hadn't thought of you either. Hadn't suppressed his feeling that had somehow rooted themselves since the moment he met you, Hadn't wished that the fingers currently trailing his skin where replaced with something else.

The grip on your hand tightened, and he didn't bother to notice how his arm was tugging you forward until you'd come around to face him. Slowly, like some sort of forbidden game, he pulled you into his lap, hands feeling for your warmth as they gripped your legs and touched anywhere they could. He wanted this, he wanted you. And it seemed you where both tired of pretending like you didn't.

You took the opportunity to kiss his neck, bitting lightly at the exposed patch of sensitive skin. While he worked on removing your pants, you let the back of one of your hands tease the front of his own and felt thrilled to find him hard and prominent against his zipper. A frustrated sound came from your throat when he began unbuttoning the front of your shirt. "Don't worry about undressing me. Stop wasting time and just fuck me already, I’ve waited long enough."

"Someone sounds eager," Mando replied, bending his knees to grind himself against the slit between your legs. "Were you really waiting for me this long? You could've just told me what you wanted sooner." You gasped at his actions. "I thought I dropped enough hints," you said voice shaking as you let out a sigh, stretching further across his lap when one of Mando's hands snuck inside you shirt to rub and pinch one of your nipples.

You'd  barely just begun, but you where already terribly aroused, face flushed with excitement, the skin at the back of your neck shimmering with a fine layer of sweat. You already told him what he wanted to hear, but this was something different and new to you both, crackling with tension, ripe with desire. You didn't just want him. You needed him, hungered for him in a way that only Mando could satisfy.

There wasn't really a need for him to give shape to the words that you where thinking, but he leaned in close to your ear anyway, whispering his answer through modulated beskar on your skin. "You mean the look you always gave me, like you might die if I didn't give you my cock. Is that it?" He ran his gloved fingers up the front of your panties just to watch the way your face twisted as you fought to withhold a most immodest expression.

"...I couldn't ask you, every time I wanted to bring it up I just couldn't, which just made me want to hold you down in one place, for you to hold me down, to fuck– I don't know." You bit down on your bottom lip and leaned back, presenting yourself to the bounty hunter, tits spilling out of your shirt slick with sweat and flushed pink. "I didn't have anything else to do so it was all I could think about."

"I desperately wanted you and yet I never brought myself to make a move." You flexed your thighs anxiously, unconsciously even, as you waited for Mando to touch you, to do something. Under your hand, he felt so hard that you knew it must have been getting uncomfortable to stay trapped in his clothes. It took Mando a lot of fortitude to keep himself from carelessly tearing the rest of his clothes off himself, the things you said bringing life to something dangerously primal in him.

"Please" you didn't care about sounding needy, rolling your head against your own shoulder, head thrown back, looking up at Mando with lust clouded eyes. "I'm so wet right now, I feel like I might come if you so much as put your hands on me again. You'll take responsibility for this, won't you? It's your fault, after all for making me wait this long."

Mando swallowed, watching your arousal drip down your thighs. To test you, he ran his thumb up your thigh and nearly groaned when you shivered, your body jerking in response. The way you stiffened, it looked like you really where trying to keep yourself from coming. And Mando didn't want you to come before he even gave you what you really wanted, so he immediately went to work on his own pants and pushed them down just enough to free his cock. "Mando I don't care if it hurts, just please, hurry."

"I do, though," Mando said. He wasn't the type who liked to toot his own horn, but fitting his cock in you would be a physical impossibility without lubrication and the proper preparation. You wouldn't be the only one he would be hurting if he tried to slam the unlubricated girth of it in you all at once. Thankfully, you took him seriously, relaxing on his lap momentarily.

He put his hands on the backs of your knees to get you to stay where you where. With your legs pushed apart, Mando found it easy to slide in his first finger. You made a sound in the back of your throat and your thighs clamped together so suddenly that you might've fallen off his lap had Mando not grabbed you with his other hand. "What's wrong?" he asked, stroking your hip.

"I was serious when I said I might come. Don't do more than you have to."

Gently, he nudged your legs apart again and added a second finger, pushing them in slowly to open you up. After he withdrew them, he added a third for good measure. Two may have been enough, but a third never hurt when he knew that his cock would pose a much greater strain on your body.

As he moved his wrist and curled his fingers as much as he could inside your incredible tightness, you reached down and squeezed your fingers around the base of his cock. The buckles on his loosened belt jingled as his shoulders tensed in arousal at the sudden contact. "Please," you muttered, dipping your head low enough to press you forehead against his collarbone.

When Mando removed his fingers, the sigh that you gave sounded like one of relief. Mando moved back for a few seconds to appreciate the sight before him. The position you where in wouldn't require much adjustment. He could just lift you up a little, and it would perfectly line his cock up to your entrance. So he did just that. Grabbing you by your waist, he lifted you up slightly and pulled you back down, lifting your hips upward to provide Mando with a sufficient angle. You sighed in response and wiggled your hips, glancing up at his visor with an irresistibly needy look.

He stopped to remove his gloves, while you continued to watch as Mando took himself in his hand and applied some of the slick arousal between your legs on his fingers like lubricant to his cock. He stroked it, covering himself thoroughly, then pulled his hand away to hold your waist, and readied himself at your entrance. Nudging his cock against your slick entrance, he applied some light pressure and continued to move his hips forward slowly until your body relaxed enough to allow the head to slip inside.

A hiss escaped from between his clenched teeth as he slowly sunk deeper inside and you kept watching. You didn't quite get a good look at it but you where almost certain Mando wasn't even halfway in, somehow, everything was proportionally bigger all of a sudden. He pulled back, feeling the tight pull of your body around every inch of his cock. Then he pushed back in again, going all the way to the base, when he heard you give a surprised yelp and-

"Did you come already?" Your entire back stiffened, but Mando could feel it, the intense pulsations around his cock, felt the backs of your thighs quivering against his own. You buried your head down, refusing to answer, but when Mando reached down and put his fingers around you clit, there was no mistaking it. "And you're still this wet."

Your nails dug into his shoulders burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide his embarrassment. "I told you," you said, sounding muffled. "I knew I wasn't going to be able to hold on." That made him wonder, though. Your arousal didn't seem to be waning in the least, so he wondered if he could assume that you wanted more. "Is it alright if I keep going? You feel even tighter than before, but I'm definitely willing to give you more if that's what you want."

"I won't do anything to stop you," you said, loud enough to catch Mando's attention. "Keep going 'til you're satisfied." Now that he had your expressed permission, he wasn't going to hold back. But as Mando told you, your felt even tighter after you came, your muscles all clenching down around him to hold him inside. It took him a few awkward thrusts before you started to loosen up again, to relax around him, but then it was just right.

It felt incredible inside of you. He already got some of your cum on his hand, so he reached down and lightly massaged his slick fingers back and forth around your clit in slow circular motions. You couldn't help the moan that left you and when you pushed back to meet one of his thrusts, Mando felt his cock twitch inside you.

"You're really raring to go," he said, appreciating the bundle of nerves shiver your entrance with firm, smooth strokes of his fingers. You moved in response meeting another one of his thrusts, taking him so deep that your thighs met snugly with Mando's own. Every thrust drew a pleased sigh from you and his breath seemed to hitch whenever he angled his thrusts upward. With how tight you where, it was a bit difficult to angle himself without moving you around too much, but his width seemed to make up for it. It was like every push drove his cock over your sweet spot in the position he held you in his lap.

You had assumed most of the control. Even though Mando was the one holding your waist, you where the one doing most of the work, pressing yourself down against his cock to drive his shallow thrusts deeper. Your pace was slow, pleasurable, but once Mando realized the effect he was having on you, he wanted to see how much you would be able to take.

Mando put both hands on you waist and pressed in hard, eliciting a bright gasp from your parted lips. "There?" he asked, repeating the motion, receiving the same reaction. You panted hard and stretched your arms out to grasp the sides of his thighs. Mando pulled your hips up a little higher, lifting your feet right off the floor so that he could take full control.

"M-more," you gasped, voice breaking. You cleared your throat and tried again. "Please... Mando. Harder. Give me more."

Mando could tell that he was nearing his own limits already, yet it looked far from over for you. After another few well-timed jabs of his cock, he felt your walls squeezing around him again, threatening to draw his orgasm from him as you endured your second. When the pressure surrounding him became almost too much to take, he pulled out. He made sure to keep his hands on your waist to keep you from falling as he shivered through his climax and gently helped you move to the floor so that you could lay more comfortably on your back without any support. As he turned your over, he caught a glimpse of the mess he made on your thighs, his own cum dribbling down obscenely to your entrance and felt his breath catch and his cock respond with interest as well.

When the shaking in your thighs subsided, you took a deep breath and lifted a hand to push the sweat from your forehead. You looked down your body at Mando, cheeks flushed a passionate red, and your eyes slowly traveled down his body; from his helmet, over his heaving chest, down to his cock that still jutted attentively.

You eyed it thoughtfully, then started to impatiently tug at your shirt. Mando chuckled softly, amused by your fruitless struggling, and decided to help you. The shirt was quickly pulled off and discarded into the hull of the crest, along with the rest of your clothes. When that all was removed, you laid back languidly and parted your legs wider for him, lifting your knees up with your hands. Your arousal had finally begun to subside but you stroked your fingers over your own entrance gently, sighing when you touched the too-sensitive spot where Mando had stretched you open. "Go on," you said with a slight tilt of your head.

"You really want more?" Mando asked. His cock begged him to shut up and not question your decision. You curled one of your fingers, beckoning him closer seductively. He couldn't argue with that, his cock hard again in an instant while he dropped down to his knees. Mando returned to his place between your legs and positioned himself, then slowly pushed inside as he sunk down into your embrace.

Mando did a good job of pretending to be relaxed, but he could feel the desperation in your embrace. You clung to him with your arms thrown loosely around his neck, as Mando wrapped his own around your waist, his arm guards digging into your skin. Your legs slid easily around his waist with the way you where laying on your back, and even though it probably wasn't the most comfortable of places for you to lay, it was extremely easy for Mando to thrust into you from there.

The additional lubricant from both of your cum mixed together was exactly what he needed. Perhaps it was the lube, perhaps it was just your body becoming more accommodating – whatever it was, he found it a lot easier to piston his hips, encountering no resistance from within. You wrapped your legs around his waist more tightly, holding him against you in a way that kept his thrusts short. Despite the fact you already came twice, it wasn't too long before you where close again, your breathing having gone ragged long before then. Mando glanced down and had to still himself for a moment, worried that he would come on the spot when he saw the look on your face.

You weren't even trying to hide how good it felt anymore. Your pleasure was on open display; face red all over, eyelids half-closed, your lower lip held between your teeth as you moaned softly whenever Mando grazed that spot inside your with the head of his cock. You must've realized what an irreparable mess you where because you didn't even look away when you noticed Mando looking at you. Any slight touch to his skin made you shiver, so it seemed that he may have already gone beyond his limit, but Mando was curious just how long you intended to keep going.

One thing was for sure, though. Mando wasn't going to be able to last – not when he had you underneath him, looking like you needed his cock more than anything else in the galaxy. "I'm close," he warned, planting his hands on you shoulder, pushing lightly to try and separate you. "Shit, if you don't let go of me, I'm going to come inside of you."

You didn't seem concerned. "Coming inside feels good though, doesn't it?" You took a breath through your nose and your nostrils flared as a devilish grin stretched across your lips. "I know you want to."

With your legs locked around his waist, he didn't have much choice. Mando was definitely strong enough to pry you off if he really tried – if he really wanted to – but his body had other plans. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him down to press your heaving chest against his own, and any noises he made were muffled inside the helmet. You gave a few very nice rolls of your hips that caught Mando off guard and managed to pull his climax from him. He felt your heels pressing into the small of his back to keep him in as far as he could go, felt you quivering under him as he released deep, deep inside of you.

"M-Mando," you whimpered, your body trembling as Mando tried to extract himself from your strong grip. After he was able to push your knees back so he could straighten up, he looked down and noticed an amount of clear fluid pooling in between your legs, a bit of it still dripping down the side of your thighs. "Did you...?" he asked.

You pushed a hand through your hair and looked aside. "N-no... I didn't come, if that's what you're asking. I mean – I don't think this counts, does it?" You asked, running fingers on the damp skin on your legs. "It felt like you were pushing it out of me every time you stuck your dick in me. Look at this." He managed to removed the armor on his forearms, bringing his hands up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "If I'm not mistaken, it looks to me like your body's asking for more."

You looked up at him from under your lowered lids with interest, but still seemed skeptical. "You aren't even hard anymore, how much longer can you keep this up," You knew Mando was somewhat on the older side, and yet somehow you didn't expect this amount of stamina to come from someone like him. "Not a problem. I already got you nice and wet, didn't I?" He could tell that you had something else to say, but your words stopped in your throat when Mando plunged two of his fingers back into your slick hole. "Hm? Were you going to say something?"

One of your hands shot down to squeeze Mando's wrist in an attempt to desperately ward off your orgasm. Your mouth moved as if to form words, only to make soundless little protest, seemingly more concerned about avoiding your climax more than anything else.

"Does it feel that good?" Mando asked, angling his wrist, rubbing his fingers firmly inside of you. You let your head fall back against the floor and whined, but still refused to answer. It was obvious what the answer was anyway. It felt so good that you never wanted it to end. As Mando watched his own cum come dripping from your abused entrance he wondered how much more you could take.

"How about a third?" he asked, slipping his fingers from you for a second to join them with another a second later. Immediately, you constricted around him tightly and cried out, finally using your voice to beg Mando to slow down. He could have, really he should have, but the slick combination of his cum and mixed with your juices made it too easy to slide his fingers in and out of you. "Two fingers aren't enough to satisfy you anymore, are they?" He turned his wrist and when he attempted to spread his three fingers apart, your knees shook, like you might try to run away from the unavoidable pleasure.

Mando put his free hand on your waist to hold you down and pushed his fingers inside roughly, as deeply as he could send them. You tried, really you did try to keep yourself from coming, but it was too much for you to control. This time, your third was a lot less powerful than the others and much less potent with only a small amount of arousal coating Mandos fingers at your entrance.

He slipped his fingers out of you and you whimpered at the loss, looking... almost disappointed that he would stop now. Yet when Mando reached up and massaged those same fingers around your clit, you jumped like you'd been stung. "Too sensitive now?" he asked, rubbing his thumb around your folds. You clawed at the surface of the floor and turned your head to the side, gasping weakly as he continued to torment him with his firm touch. "Do you want me to stop? Three times seems like enough."

When he removed his hand, your hands shot out to catch his wrist. You looked like you where going through some kind of difficult internal struggle, unsure whether it felt good or if it hurt. If you wanted more, to take anything and everything Mando could give you, or if it was time for you to stop. "Tell me what you want sweetheart." Mando asked again, sliding his palms lightly over your inner thighs, watching you try and remember how to even speak basic.

He placed his fingertips over your entrance and waited. Watching as you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and moved to look down at what Mando was doing. You took deep breaths through your nose and your eyes were wide, intent, as if you were in a trance, crazed with the desire for more regardless of whatever the common sense part of your brain told you. Slowly, Mando stroked his fingers over your entrance again while he watched you, equally mesmerized by the way you where reacted to him.

Once he pushed his fingers back inside, your shoulders immediately sank back on the floor, back arched, with a loud cry of pleasure tearing from within you. Mando was impressed that you could make any sound at all. For a while there, he thought you might've even lost your voice.

You squirmed around on his fingers, their thick and long length stretching you differently than his cock did, sometimes taking them deeper, making Mando wonder if you where trying to get more or trying to get away. Eventually, Mando stopped trying to figure out which it was, concluding that it must've been a bit of both. Either way, he was confident that there wouldn't be anything left in you. It was surprising that you already managed to come three times, but now that you had reached this point, he had to keep going. He was too curious to find out what might happen if you came again.

Sometime during the time it took him to pleasure you with his fingers he'd grown hard again. The tip of his cock oozing precum that rolled down in thick beads to the base of his balls. He was completely stiff above you, unmoving while you remained trapped beneath him in your fucked out state. And just as you opened your mouth to say something, he was pushing in, and oh kriff, you hadn't gotten a good look at his cock this whole time. With this new angle it felt huge as he pushed his way in, splitting you again you deep inside you it drove you dizzy.

It burned, it burned as he slid all the way in again, and maker you could feel it when he pressed down on your hips, and it felt so good, felt so full. That you heaved a gasp once Mando was rooted deep in you, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. "Good-" He gasped, voice strained even through the modulator, "So fucking good, sweetheart."

Maker, it nearly hurts with how fucking good it feels. The noise you make is indescribable in its obscenity—desperate and long and seeking. Fuck, this is heaven. This is fucking heaven, laying with your legs open and letting him have you this way. He knows as much about you as you do about him—which is to say, absolutely nothing—but now you both know the taste of each other's pleasure, the intimate knowledge of its gorgeous heat and how right it feels.

"M-Mand... oh, fuck—" Your words are barely discernible through your panting, warped by the heavy sound of your breaths and gasps. "Can—Can we do this, again," His fingers curl against your thighs, and your hips almost feel like they're doing too much, muscles tightening and refusing to loosen and relax. "Maybe not right now but, soon?"

But then you nearly combust when instead of verbally responding, the Mandalorian just sinks two of his thick fingers deep inside your cunt, joining the cock still buried deep inside you. "Oh—f-fuck—"

You can't tell if the short, rough little growl he makes inside the helmet is from the way you instantly tighten around his cock again, but it still rocks down to your core nonetheless. It doesn't matter, because he pulls them out and then pushes them back in again, starts doing that steadily, over and over until you're sweating, hips arching up in presentation and doing everything you could to entice him to hurry the fuck up.

And somehow it works, because suddenly he starts moving faster, a litany of praises spilling from his lips, gasping at the increase in pressure inside you, eyes carefully on your face to any sign that you wanted out. But fuck, your head was drowning in pleasure, as you chased your fourth orgasm. And you began to roll your hips back, forward, meeting his deep thrusts wherever you could feel them.

Something wicked begins to burn in your core, spread threateningly along the muscles in your pelvis. It rises up through your abdomen and sinks down to your knees, wrapping so tightly around them around them you fear the muscles could snap. Your breathing gets shallower, the base of your lungs too cramped by the oncoming storm to fill properly.

"—I-I'm gonna cum," you breathe, everything inside you quickly pulling up fierce and tight, your chest heaving and your grip in his shoulders turning to iron. "—Oh, fuck, I'm g-gonna cum—I-I—" His fingers curl, pressing up hard against something absolutely fucking devastating inside you, and it's all you can do to stifle a sober

It didn't matter just how overwhelming it all was- the overstimulation of your previous orgasms, you needed it. Mando was pounding into you now, and all you could hear was the obscene sounds of where skin met skin, of your moans, of his soft whispered "sweetheart’s" and other reverent praise. You were quickly rolling towards your orgasm, peaking high and you keened, back arching as you finally came the way you wanted, pussy dripping cum as you clenched around Mando, dragging him over the edge with you as you milked his cock.

Things slowly return to you one by one; the angle of his fingers still pressing up tight inside you. The coldness of beskar on the back of your thighs, the solid weight of it crushing down on your body. Your fingers are clamped so tight in his skin, you think they leave deep red marks when you finally loosen them. He slowly pulls out of your swollen heat and holds your thigh open with wet fingers.

You feel flattened. Exhaustion is an incredible inhibitor, so much that you don't realize your eyes are screwed shut when he's pulling away from you. The brightness of the cockpit returns, the air almost feeling fresh in your lungs. You're still trying to calm your breathing when a gentle softness presses against your lips, knuckles dragging against them in a way you can only describe as a makeshift kiss. “You need to rest, then maybe we can work up to five.”

Imagine... Din using... the Darksaber... in The Book of Boba Fett.................

MING-NA WEN as FENNEC SHAND in THE MANDALORIAN 2.06

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

Bonus 1: BARE WRIST

Bonus 2: BYE

For an answer other than both, I'm gonna have to go with Unrestrained *chef's kiss*

Got me horny for that hulk flavor

okay so what's the verdict: do we like unfettered or unrestrained better?? og or hulk flavor??

i'm honestly v curious

Dathomir in watercolor

just finished a playthrough of jedi fallen order, decided it'd be fun to do a painting of every planet in the game