Pedro Always Has The Wildest Stories When It Comes To Finding Out He Has A New Role

Cameron Monaghan for 1883 Magazine.

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."

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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.”

# like father like son (part 1)

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hnngh did you see how big pedro pascal's fingers are in his latest instagram post? i'd love to see you explore that concept w/din... love your writing sm by the way, you're the best author on this cite!!!

Gif by the immensely talented @bestintheparsec

He catches you staring at them when he’s piloting the ship. Your eyes are far-away, glazed over, and when he clears his throat you startle.

“Is something wrong?” he asks as he prepares the Crest for the jump. He flicks the different buttons - the greens and reds and blues - sparking color through the crisp shadows of the cockpit. He squeezes the thruster. 

He loves the quiet - the hum of the ship’s machinery - the airy, whistle of space outside the hull. He can’t enjoy it right now. Not with you blatantly watching him with your thighs rubbing together and palpable heat firing off your skin.

You pull your lip white between your teeth, lashes fluttering as you give a suggestive sideways glance. 

Filthy thing. He’d literally fucked you an hour ago.  

“If you want me,” he drawls. “You already have me.”

“Your fingers,” you murmur as you reach out, drawing your touch over his gloves, petting at the warm skin of his wrist.

“What about them?”

You tug the leather off before threading your small hand with his. Something twists in his stomach at the sight of his palm dwarfing yours. 

“They’re so thick,” you purr. “I think - I think you could reach something inside me that I can’t.”

He almost chokes on his own tongue. They’d only had sex a handful of times - a very basic form of it. His armor in place as he turned you over and fucked you raw with his grip bruising your hips.

He swallows - his throat suddenly very dry.

“What do you want me to reach, pretty?”

“There’s a spot,” you reply as you slowly pull at the waistband of your leggings. Din turns his seat to stare, his palm unconsciously rolling over the bulge at his crotch. “A spot that makes you get all wet - makes you numb.”

Din knew something of spots. The women in brothels weren’t shy about telling him where to angle his cock - where to curl his fingers. 

He’s almost ashamed that he hadn’t done his best with you. He was still learning your body - the sweeter, hidden places that made you shudder and drip. 

Din trails his fingertips across your now bare thigh before skating them up the damp fabric of your underwear. 

“You want me to put my fingers inside you, little one?

You smile - it blossoms bright across your face and Din is once again stupefied that you want him. He shoves his hands underneath your ass and drags you forward so you’re balanced perfectly on the edge of your seat. 

He rucks your panties to the side - finds the gleaming, slick crease of your cunt - still blushed and swollen from him pounding it earlier. 

“I’ve been remiss about making you cum,” he mutters - all regret. He nudges one thick finger through your folds. “I haven’t given you enough attention.” And then he slides his finger deep, his cock hardening further as soon as he feels your walls clamp down on him. 

You whimper, your pelvis grinding up into his hand. 

“Desperate girl,” he teases before pushing a second inside - curling them upward as he searches for that spongy piece inside you. 

“Mando,” you cry - the muscles of your thighs shifting - your cunt pulsing hot and slick. You’re soaking his fingers - spreading damp across the leather seat. 

He hooks a third finger inside, twisting his thumb up to rub at your clit. You arch against the seat, before you try and grip his forearm - nails digging into the thick muscle. 

“Too much?” He removes his thumb, but keeps pumping his fingers - enjoying the lewd sounds they make as they move frantically through the channel of your cunt.

“No - no,” you pant. “It’s - fuck - keep going.”

“Keep your hands on the chair then,” he tuts. “Behind your head - grab the back of the it”

There’s sweat beading across your brow, your lips are swollen and bitten-through.  But you do as he says and it just makes you push your tits up, makes you look terribly submissive. You are gorgeous to him - painted in a shower of multi-color hyperspace lights through the panes of transparisteel. 

He can feel your lower muscles spasming as he steadily twists and scissors his fingers. He starts brushing up across the spot you crave - the deepest part of you that starts to make you shake.

“Can you feel that?” he husks. His cock is so fucking erect - shoved up against the rough material of his pants. Maker. “I can feel it coming, darling girl.”

Something high-pitched and desperate sounds from your throat as your whole body goes tight as a stretched wire, your knees immediately lock together, your thighs constricting around his jerking hand. 

“Oh fuck,” he growls. “Shit - you’re getting my hand all wet.”

He feels the intensity of your climax - the squirt of liquid between your legs that burst across his knuckles. You’re pushing at his hand, yanking it off you from over-stimulation as you sob Mando and please.

And then he’s there, hauling your trembling ass off the seat and dragging you to the unforgiving floor. 

“Let’s try for a second,” he demands, tugging at his waistband, fisting himself as he smears the head through your folds. “I want you to cum on my cock this time.”

THE LAST OF US episode 1 + everyone’s unhinged thoughts about Pedro Pascal

Din Djarin

[full masterlist]

* - nsfw 

Healing Hands: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

And He Is One With Me

Mando smut*

Garden

Mad

Are you asleep?

Flirting

Cold

Riduurok (kind of a part 2 to the flirting prompt but can stand alone)

favorite position*

edging din*

just some hcs

cutting his hair

resting on din’s lap

why do you think you have to do everything on your own (from prompt list)

din tells you what he wants*

make up sex*

a touch of love*

flustered din

making love*

din’s fantasies*

ummmmmmmmmmm EXCUSEE ME?!?

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Wig? Snatched. Head? Empty. Panties? Dropped. Pussy? Absolutely dripping HOLY FUCK.

"You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” "

Ohhhh to have fennec call me a little slut.....

This was just spectacular. I am honored my horny jail thots inspired a story like this. I had no doubt this story would be worth the wait. Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! never stop writing. I will be re visiting this one OFTEN.

Pairings: Fennec Shand x F!Reader, Boba Fett X F!Reader, Fennec x F!Reader x Boba

Rating: 18+ Explicit

Wordcount: +5.1k

Summary: Unable to sleep one night while Boba was away, you decided to join Fennec in her bed.

Warnings: Smut, PinV, Unprotected Sex, Threesome, Petnames, FxF, MxF, FxMxF

This started out initially as a request from @hyperspace-spicedreams and then it became much longer than I intended. I am sorry for the wait and thank you for the request. I hope you enjoy it

Anyone is free to send me any requests and I will be happy to provide

You walked quietly through the halls of Boba’s palace. Though at this time of the night it was only you and Fennec as Boba had gone on some small mission that he felt didn’t require the two of you.

You and Fennec had practiced the same song and dance when she knew you were getting restless. You would be the one to approach her but as always she would take the lead. Small coos and praises here and there throughout the day would leave you squirming in your seat as you tried to get some menial tasks done so Boba would not have to deal with them.

The first time you had been with Fennec had been when Boba had proposed she join the two of you after a long night of spotchka and you losing terribly at sabbac. You were drunk, it was messy, you had fun but it left you unfulfilled.

Fennec had awoken something in you that night that you hadn’t felt since joining the two. This was not your first time with someone of the same sex but it wasn’t with someone like Fennec. Usually you were the one in charge in those situations, the other smaller, timid and softer than you. Fennec, like Boba, called the shots, your pleasure was theirs to take and control.

This evening, the ache was too strong to ignore as your pulse increased as you reached closer to her room. You took a long deep breath as you sternly knocked on the door. You stood straight and puffed your chest, preparing a soft smile to greet her.

Opening the door only slightly ajar, she tilted her head upwards to look down at you as she always did when she was assessing you. Your stance instantly faltered as she made you feel small even though you both were close in height.

“Well look who scurried over here,” she smirked at you with her signature one side smile, “Did you need something, little mouse?”

“You had asked if I had wanted to stop by to watch a holo video,” you squeaked, unable to not gawk at her.

“I did, it is a little late though,” she hummed, looking back inside as if to check the time. You both knew what time it was, both knew what you were here for, she was just waiting for you to say it. You never allowed yourself to crack under anyone but Boba and yet here she was, easily chipping away at you like you were cheap Tatooine clay.

You took in a short sigh, relaxing your body as you approached, “I know but I still want your company,” you stated, trying to impose yourself at the door, hoping to break down whatever barriers Fennec had but you both knew it was futile.

“Oh you do now? What shall we do? Do each other's hair? Paint our nails?” she teased as she went to bop your nose.

You grabbed her hand gently, trying to pull her towards you but really she was pulling you to her. Your lips hovered over hers as you looked at her, her eyes on you like a target but instead of the dangerous look she carried she had a twinkle in her eye that told you she was up for this little ruse.

“We both know why I am here, Shand,” you moaned as your lips touched hers. The kiss was unbearably fragile as a gasp was stuck in your throat. Her lips warm and soft, gentle yet firm. You could never find the words to describe kissing Fennec Shand. She would make you feel powerless in her grasp but also gave you the strength to take on the world that surrounded you, that wanted you out.

You tried to deepen the kiss but she pulled you away.

“Boba’s princess knows what she wants.”

It was your turn for your side smirk as you licked your lips that was coated in her taste.

Without a moment's hesitation Fennec pulled you inside. You didn’t get to take notice of the current layout of her room as her lips were back on you, your face in the palm of her hands as you pressed yourself against her. You cried into the kiss, as she pushed your mouth open with her tongue.

In the short span of kissing Fennec, tasting her, feeling here you knew there would never be enough times to get used to it. To not feel the heat spread over your body, to have the knots in your stomach less tight. Your hands were frantic all over her, her strong arms, her soft hair, her toned back, you deepened the kiss with a new sense of urgent and fervour need, as if trying to map out every part of her for a later memory when the days with her would be long gone.

She stumbled you to her bed, making you sit down as she moved away from you as she quickly removed her top and breast bindings. Trying to match her speed you did the same but lucky for her you only had been wearing panties and a night shirt.

Her palm against your breast bone, she pushed you onto your back, pulling you more onto the bed so both your legs were not hanging awkwardly. She placed your arms bent at your head, as she started to fervently kiss at your jaw, trailing down to your neck. You gasped and cried as her kisses never remained on long enough to cool you down. Her hair swept along your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Fennec,” you called out, trying to find your voice, “Sorry, just stop.”

Fennec leaned over you, scanning you over, “Is something wrong?”

You shook your head smiling, you ran your hand along her face, her skin soft despite always being in the sun. You realize that you were both naked from the waist up, her body painted in beautiful scars as the evidence of the toll of her work was written on her body. You ran your hand down to her shoulder, down to her chest and finally gently cupping her breast.

You smile, the familiar sensation creeping back to your core, the weight and colour of her breasts all too familiar and then again you had never seen anyone like her.

“I just...this feels nice,”

Fennec tilted your head, “You can show me how nice it feels in different ways, sweetie.”

You smirked, lifting your body up to grab her in for another kiss. Your bodies finally connected and your heart sang. Skin to skin, breast to breast, you two did not belong to the same puzzle set but yet you fit. You don’t remember it ever feeling this fantastic. Your arms entangled each other as you tried to feel as much of each other as you could.

Fennec gave you one last quick kiss, as she moved down to your breasts. She placed one in her hand as she circled your sensitive bud. You whimpered as you felt the light shocks shoot through your chest

“Look at me, little mouse,” she ordered as she kept her eyes on you as she opened her mouth sweeping the tongue over your nipple. You bit your lower lip, trying hard not to throw your head back and cry. She did it again and then went down to engulf entirely into her mouth, her mouth and tongue working in unison. Her mouth sucking all but gently as her tongue swirled around your nipple as it became painfully erect.

“Fuck, you are so hot Fennec,” you said so plainly as you squirmed under her. You tried to grab any part of her, her head, her breasts, her hand but she slapped you away. She released your breast with a loud pop and immediately did the same to the other.

“You taste so sweet, no wonder Boba can’t stop playing with them.”

You blushed as you felt another wave of pleasure override you. You felt overwhelmed with emotions as you felt your heart lurch and your lower lip tremble. Being in this moment now made you realize how special it was. With the others, it was a quick fuck to make you feel good and you left them to their own hands to finish. Here you were now underneath Fennec, and you never felt such a pull before. Fennec was also letting her guard down, to allow you to be vulnerable as she protected you with her body.

“Please, I want to taste you,’ you begged. She smirked as she slid down further.

“All in good time, my little mouse. Let me have my fun with you first.” She grabbed your panties and pulled them down as she kneeled now before you. Instinctively you tried to cover yourself, hiding the look and how wet you were.

Leaning down, kissing your hands as she pushed them away, “I will have none of that, am I clear?” she said sternly, glaring at you from between your legs. You motioned your hips forward towards nothing as your body convulsed in pleasure.

“Yes, ma’am,” you whined as you kept your hands by your side.

She kissed your inner thigh near the socket of your thigh, “Good girl, then I can continue.”

At first she just ran her fingers over your mound, teasing your lips and tickling your thighs. You tried to not act out, like Boba, acting childish with Fennec would get you nowhere.

Fennec finally offered you some mercy and softly kissed your inner thigh, trailing to your cunt. Nuzzling slightly, kissed at your lips as you whined. She had struck another cord with you as she finally ran her tongue over your cunt, as she began to suck greedily at your lips.

You could never complain over Boba as he never left you disappointed with his mouth but with Fennec it felt special. You didn’t need to guide her to find the right spot, to tell her to change the pressure of her tongue. She could read you like she could read anyone else but instead of finding the quickest kill or weakness she was finding your pleasure. Your senses heightened as she slowly licked at your clit. She started off slow as you gripped her hair, trying to push her closer, harder. You felt her smile as she increased the pressure with the flat of her tongue, her lips encircling the darkened nub.

You cried out as your cunt clamped around nothing as you tried to chase that release, you just needed her to go a little longer, a little harder. You gripped the sheets as you weren’t aware you had been repeating her name, begging to let you finish.

She gripped your hand, sensing your desperation, she pulled away just a moment.

“Don’t worry, little one, I’ve got you.”

You whined in pain as she hovered over your clit, fingers drawing lazy circles at your entrance, “We have all night, I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied.”

With that she slid two fingers into you as her mouth went back to your nub. You giggled out a yes, as you threw your head back and smiled. She slid her slim fingers into you slowly, she was clearly nowhere near as thick as Boba’s but the way she curled her fingers upwards, hitting the soft spot inside of you. You felt your toes start to curl, as she started to lap harder at your lips, her nose brushing against your clit. You could feel the soft vibrations of her moans as she whispered praises to you. Your whole body was on edge as you ground your hips into her face. Chasing that high became your obsession, you clenched your fists as your nails left half moon indents in your skin.

“Fennec, please, I am so close,” you whined, your body breathing in as you got closer and closer, as your back arched higher and higher off the bed.

“Yes, there, so close, so close,” you chanted as you tossed your head from side to side as you weren’t sure whether to cry, laugh or both.

Suddenly, cold air hit your soaked cunt as you cried out in protest. Your eyes shot open as you glared directly at Fennec, forgetting where acting out got you.

“Did you ask for my permission to come?” she asked sternly as she looked at you with those killer eyes as she gave your lips a little lick.

You looked at her taken aback, “I thought-”

“Thought that you would be allowed to do whatever you felt like, little mouse? I don’t think so. Remember who is controlling your pleasure.”

Heat pooled into your stomach as your neck tensed, trying not to say something smart, “Yes ma’am,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” she then continued to open you with her fingers as she allowed her tongue to slip in. You gasped as you saw stars, your body tense as tears started to pool. Your cunt cried as you tried to hold back, your thighs shaking to close around her. You blindly grabbed for anything, one hand the sheets and one hand Fennec’s hair. She immediately stopped and you froze realizing your mistake.

“Do I need to bind your hands to behave?”

“I think she would only enjoy that more, Fennec,” a husky voice responded.

You turned to see Boba Fett standing at the doorway, only in his black robes. How long had he been back?

“Boba…” you moaned as Fennec paid him no mind as she continued to work on your core.

“I was a little surprised to find our bed empty, mesh’la. I should’ve known you were playing with Fennec.”

Shame flamed your face as you took in a sharp gasp when Fennec found that soft spot inside of you.

“Don’t mind me for now, princess. Pay attention to poor Fennec who had to keep your needy cunt entertained.”

Fennec moved up back towards you, resting her arms on your chest as she laid her head to the side, “Do you want to put on a show for Boba, little mouse?”

You let in a sharp breath, as you drowned in her eyes. Her chest pressing into yours, you could feel her heart beating steadily as yours probably sounded like it was going to burst. You couldn’t believe that someone like her would spend her free time with you, let alone being this intimate with you.

You closed your eyes, worried what your answer would bring, took in a shallow breath and opened your eyes, “I kinda just really want to make you feel good, Fennec.” you whispered, pressing your forehead to hers.

She let out a small chuckle, “Awww, aren’t you just the sweetest,” she teased, as she trailed kisses down your body once again.

“Always such a selfless love you are, mesh’la,” Boba stroked your cheek as his thumb traced your lip, you let out an approving hum as you took his thumb in your mouth, sucking vigorously as your tongue snaked around the tip.

“Did you miss me, little one?”

You nodded as his free hand trailed down your throat, squeezing slightly.

“Missed you so much that she came to me,” Fennec teased, adding a third finger as she quickened the pace even more, admiring how stretched your walls were around her fingers.

You groaned in protest, disagreeing with her as Boba’s thumb left your mouth with a loud pop.

“You know that’s not true, Shand,” you cried out, your feet lifting off the bed as you curled your legs towards your body. This gave her more access to you, as she retracted her fingers, replacing them with her tongue, drinking in your juices as you withered under her.

“Fennec, please, I want to be closer.”

Fennec fanned your cunt as she looked up at you, “How do you want that, little mouse? Show me.”

You took in a deep breath for courage as you pulled her up until you two were facing each other. You gave her a small kiss as you moved downwards, removing her leggings and panties. You kneeled as you lifted one of her legs as you scooched closer to her. Your legs entangled as your core touched hers. Fuck she was also wet, but she looked so composed, even from this position you felt intimidated. You swallowed your nerves as you ground your core against hers. You let out a low whimper, as you tried again, slowly getting used to the positioning and rhythm.

It had clearly been a while as your movements were a little sloppy but from the way Fennec gasped quietly and gripped your arm a little tighter, clearly something was going right.

“I didn’t know you had this side to you, mesh’la,” Boba cooed as he stroked your hair as you gripped Fennec’s leg, groaning as you hit the right spot.

“Our princess is full of surprises,” Fennec gasped as she tightly gripped your hands as she met with your thrusts, “I didn’t expect this out of herrrr,” she titled her head back as you increased the pace. Your breasts bouncing, the sound of skin on skin and your moans filled the room. All you could focus on was the feeling between your legs, the gasps that you were getting out of Fennec and the heat that coursed through your body.

Fennec crunched up, as you both tried to get as close as physically possible, “Are you close, baby girl?”

You looked at Fennec, tears in your eyes as you nodded and cried out. You just kept chanting yes over and over again. “Me too, come on together now.”

With a few last harsh thrusts you both stiffened as your bodies came undone. You cried out Fennec’s name as you looked into her eyes as you felt your juices leaking onto the sheets. You plopped backwards, catching your breath as Boba towered over you, his now naked frame was upside down from the angle you were at. How long had he been standing like that?

Your legs were still on top of each other as you took in Boba’s weeping cock near you, his hand lazily stroking, just enough to keep him hard.

“Go on, little one,” she purred as she tickled your foot.

You squirmed as you got up to crawl towards Boba.

“Was that good, little one?” you nodded as you tried to sit yourself up, moving to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as you gave him a deep kiss. Boba trailed his hands over your back, down to your ass as he squeezed tightly, “That was very nice of her wasn’t it?”

You nodded as you turned to look back at Fennec, who, at no surprise of your own, was already fixed up, lying sprawled out on her pillows looking at you. “I think you need to apologize to Fett. You kept him waiting.” she smirked at you as you kept your head low out of shame.

Boba grabbed your hand trailing it down to his rock hard cock, “See what your little show did to me?”

You nodded, as you slowly moved down, keeping your eyes on him as your tongue slid across his head. You heard the familiar sigh, as he gently tugged on your hair, dragging you closer. You took him in with ease after all those nights of him fucking your throat. You hummed in pleasure at the familiarity of it all.

You felt Fennec close to you as she kissed your cheek, “What a good little slut you are.” she praised as she ran a hand down your back, her fingers kissing your spine and giving your ass a light whack. You cried out around his cock, as Boba started to control the pace.

“I’ve missed this pretty mouth of yours, princess.” He groaned as he brought your face to his short curls as you gagged around his cock. You smiled up at him, eyes watering as drool dribbled down your face.

Boba pulled you off, his cock covered in your saliva as you took shallow breaths.

“I have missed other parts of you also. On your back little one.”

You grinned as you scrambled to the head of the Fennec’s bed, parting your legs as Boba knelt between them. Fennec laid down next to you, cradling your head on her chest.

Boba stroked his cock up and down your lips, placing pressure on your entrance and clit.

“You got her so wet Fennec,krifff!”

“You’re welcome. It wasn’t too hard, was it, baby girl?”

You shook your head, “Boba, please, I need you. Please fuck me.”

Boba chuckled as he pinched one of your nipples, “You are usually so shy, little one. I didn’t expect a new you when I came home.”

You raised your hips to meet his cock, as you pouted and huffed.

“There she is,” he smirked as with one slow thrust, he fully sheathed himself inside of you. You gripped his arms as you cried out. Though Fennec had stretched you open, nothing ever prepared you for Boba’s size. You could feel every inch of him open you up as your stomach clenched from both pain and pleasure.

“Boba! Fuck!” you cried out as your thighs shook around him, as you tried to meet his thrusts.

He wrapped one hand around your neck again, as he squeezed slightly. You tightened around him as you let out a hoarse gasp. Your hands wrapped around his large wrist, you pulled his hand closer and away, allowing you to control the pressure.

Fennec had her arm wrapped around you this entire time, “What is he doing to you?” she whispered.

“Fuck...Fucking me!” you turned your head to look at her as you lifted your legs to force Boba in deeper.

“That’s right, does he feel good? Is he stretching that beautiful cunt of yours?”

You nodded an uhuh as you clenched your eyes as you felt yourself already nearing your release. Boba leaned down to be closer to you, his breathing just as hard and ragged as yours. “I can feel it, baby girl, cum for me. Let us hear you!”

You arched yourself off of Fennec as you sobbed out a wail as you came undo around him. Your walls clenching him, pulling him in, trying to coax a release out of him.

“I can see how wet his cock is,baby girl. Is that all from you?” You were lying down, your body numb as you panted from the excursion. Boba did not slow down though as he kept fucking you. Your tits bounced, your face pressed up against Fennec’s soft chest.

“Your lips are stretched around him so nicely. Next time we will try with my toy, what do you think?”

You nodded enthusiastically as Boba cursed as you clenched down around him once again. Your cunt was a vice at this point from all the pleasure you were taking in.

"How about you show her how thankful you are for letting you cum, Princess."

You smiled at Shand as she sat above you. She had let her hair come undone as she had a slight rosy hue to her cheeks. You knew Shand rarely allowed herself to be so carefree and could you also say vulnerable? You moved upwards to kiss her again, trying to hold yourself up as Boba slowly thrusts into you.

Her taste was just as intoxicating, as she ran her hands through your hair. She lightly scratched at your scalp, goosebumps adorned your skin.

“Kriff, little one! I am not going to last with you clenching down on me.”

You giggled as you continued to kiss Fennec, the kiss was sloppy and she was clearly dominating like the night before. Instead of it being sloppy due to the alcohol, it was messy from how comfortable you two were with each other now. After tonight you knew that your relationship with her had changed. In public you two would of course keep up your personas but you knew that in the future you were both going to let your guards down and just be with each other, along with Boba by your side as well.

“Lie down,” Fennec murmured, stroking the loose strands of hair from your face. Lying down, Fennec threw one leg over your head between her thighs. You instinctively grabbed her hips as you pulled her wet heat to your mouth. You saw stars when you got the first taste of her. She was so wet and soft. She tasted like nothing and everything all at once. The scent of her was intoxicating.

You traced her lips with your tongue as your nose brushed up against her clit with every thrust from Boba. Mapping her, taking note of every small shudder, ever small gasp. Between the mix of Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you knew normal acts of pleasure would never be the same again.

“How is her talented little mouth?” Boba asked as he noticed Fennec stop a moment as you moaned into her cunt. He saw your bruising grip on her thighs and chuckled.

“I can see why you are always having her gag on your cock, she is a greedy little thing.” Fennec moaned, she gripped your head, giving herself more leverage. She moaned as she started to grind her hips into your face, “That’s it girl, drink me. Can you feel what you are doing to me? Such a good girl.”

You could no longer think, all you could process was your desire to please both of those using your body. You were their plaything, your pleasure was derived from their pleasure. Your body vibrated, as you buried your tongue into Fennec’s cunt, trying to reach as far as her tongue did. You could hear Boba’s praises as he continued to use you as he saw fit. Your entrance stretched and dripping as he tried to coax another orgasm out of you.

“Kriff, mesh’la, give it to her. Show her how I properly taught you to say thank you. Use that talented tongue of yours. You won’t get to cum until she does.”

With that, Boba slammed hard into you, he watched as tried to bring Fennec closer, your cries and pleas being muffled. Licking his thumb, he rubbed the wet digit over your clit. You inhaled sharply as you tried to control yourself while still focusing on Fennec’s delicious cunt.

“Fuck, little one, no wonder Boba keeps his cock down your throat,” she moaned as you gripped your hair tighter as her free hand trailed over her body. You could sense she was close as her walls tighten around your tongue and her moans increased in pitch. You eagerly tried to bring her over. You doubted the famous Fennec Shand got off that easily and you secretly wanted to claim bragging rights in doing so.

Between Boba fucking you and Fennec riding your face you were in heaven.Fennec at this point was just riding your tongue as you remained mostionless allowing her to use you as she wished. Suddenly, you felt her stiffen as she let out a low cry as she shuddered around you.

You eagerly tried to extend her orgasm, lapping at her juices. Eventually her grip on you loosened as she gently moved herself off you. She bent down to kiss you, tasting her juices on you, “Who knew this smart mouth was good for something else,” she grinned as she collapsed next to you.

“Good girl,” Boba purred as he pushed your knees to your chest, “That’s my smart, little girl.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you clung onto him. His pace never faltered as your breaths deepened, your stomach tightening.

“Boba, I am so close,” you mewled as he rested his forehead against yours. You lightly felt Fennec’s soft touch along your rib cage, as you scrunched your eyes focusing on Boba. The stretch was always so perfect,he knew your body by heart as he would play with you until your release. Tonight, he was taking time as he took in every twitch, every moan, every gasp. The way you fluttered around him as he kept moving at an agonizing pace.

“Is princess getting a little tired?” He cooed, kissing your forehead.

You shook your head as you thrust at him, your walls not releasing him as you tried to control the pace. Boba gripped your waist tighter as he began to move faster.

“Alright little one, let me get one more out of you, hrmm? Would you like that?”

You gripped the sheets unable to leverage yourself on him anymore, “Yes, please, Boba please!” you cried out.

Your breasts bouncing, as you tossed your head from side to side. You arched your back as Boba eagerly thrusts into you.

“Cum with me,” he ordered.

You screamed his name as your body stiffened once again, your vision going black as you came undone around him. You cried out again as you felt his hot liquid paint your walls as you shuddered around him.

Planting yourself back on the bed, your body jelly as you could no longer move. Boba remained inside you, offering a few lazy thrusts before pulling out of you.

“Way to make a mess,” Fennec teased as she returned with a warm damp towel for you. Boba was still admiring you on full display for both of them. Your face still glistened from Fennec’s cum and his seed dripping from between your legs.

Your eyes remained closed as Fennec gently cleaned you off, giving a little kiss on the nose when she was done. You shifted trying to move to get up but you no longer had control over your limbs.

“Sorry Fennec, Boba and I will go now...” you mumbled.

“I don't think you are in any state to be moving, my little mouse. And we can’t have Boba hurt his back carrying you.”

You heard Boba chuckle as he gently lifted you up, placing you more in the centre of the bed.

You snuggled into the pillows as you felt Boba next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist. You felt Fennec on the other side as she pulled you closer, cradling your head. You felt your heart swell from both of their touches, knowing now that the dynamics had definitely shifted. Instead it being the outcome you had worried about, initially, this was better than you could imagine being between the two people that meant the most.

You smirked, feeling yourself start to doze off, “Hey Boba, I told you I was just as good at eating girls out as you.”

Boba smacked your ass, “Don’t start, little one.”

Fennec kissed your forehead, keeping her lips on you, “You just had beginner's luck.”

You snuggled deeper into their warmth, as sleep over took you. Before completely drifting off you could’ve sworn you hear both of them whispering words of praise that you were certain not to remember in the morning.

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The Mandalorian Alphabet

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

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

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

Rating: Explicit 18+

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

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You become liquid light.

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

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

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

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

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