summary:three hundred and sixty eight days—one standard year—that’s all he agrees to. then you’re gone.
word count: ~4.5k+
warnings:canon typical violence and weaponry, mean!mando for now hehe, hand around neck once (no choking), language, x fem!reader
a/n:this takes place post s2, meaning there’s no grogu (and we are ignoring the darksaber), but there will be plenty of ~other things~ to fill that void. the title comes from a painting of the same name by edward hopper. many thanks to @djarinsbeskar for being some extra eyeballs on this one! gif by @djarsdin.
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DAY ZERO
A girl—you’re just a girl. Barely a woman.
You stand beside Karga, tendrils of hair framing your face, and Din sees the haughty strength in your shoulders, the iron viciousness in your stare. He sees you—green and gung-ho and itching for a fight—and he bites his tongue to keep from groaning.
His hands clench to fists at his sides. Fuck, he doesn’t have time for this.
Warnings:Gambling, strip Sabacc, nudity, wagers on sex, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex
Comments: A Mandalorian sits down at your Sabacc table on Canto Bight, wanting to play for the ship you have offered up as collateral. Except you decide that you won’t play for money, you’ll play for clothes.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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It wasn’t often that you spent much time in one of the gambling dens on Canto Bight. Often the atmosphere was too much, or the table too rich, but this was interesting. When the Mandalorian had sat down at the table, several were concerned that the obvious bounty hunter had pucks on them. It was clear by the way they quickly gathered their credits and scattered to the four winds. You had been annoyed at that, seeing the potential profit you had been betting on slip through your fingers. Instead, he hadn’t got up to go after one of them or pull out a puck for anyone still seated. He pulled out a pouch of credits and tossed them down, obviously wanting to play. You raise a brow and toss down your latest hand, forfeit since so many left the table. “You’re gonna play, Mando?” You ask in disbelief.
Din tilts his helmet, glad for the visor which makes it easier for him to bluff. “I heard from others that you are betting a ship. I need one. Let’s play.” He orders, gesturing for the dealer to cut the deck. You hum, picking up your drink to take a sip, the others warily looking at each other, unsure of whether they wish to play a Mandalorian. If he loses, he could decide to kill them then and there. Once Din has his cards, he is careful to make sure they are not reflected in his visor as he eyes his hand.
I will be updating stitched together in the next couple of days! Just letting y’all know. No way is on the back burner for now until I get that burst of energy yknow.
Hey guys so uh I’ve been depressed and while I’m almost ready to update No Way I probably won’t get to it until this weekend. Anyways if you want to inspire me to write something particularly ✨spicy✨ I’m in a mood and would love any asks. Love y’all.
Quick life/writing update: things are a mess over at the obsessivelysearching household. School is kicking my ass, I’m burnt out, and I haven’t written in weeks.
That said, I don’t know when I’ll be able to update “no way” next but I might write something else in the meantime (like a oneshot) if people have any requests. I am really really really into Pedro pascal but especially din, Javier, Maxwell, and whiskey. So give me a good prompt and let’s break this writers block!!
Summary:After everything is taken from you and your companion, you try your best to comfort him.
SPOILERS FOR EPSIODE 6
Warnings!:Nothing really! Reader calls mando “Lorian”. Some angst, generally fluffy.
A/N:God wasn’t that a good episode. This is set when Bobas ship takes off, before he sees cara. I really like this piece, after writing two other similar fics, this one was the best.
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He held your hand, through the chaos of it all. thick leather covered fingers grasping at your bare ones, grounding you, grounding him. It went by in a blink of an eye, the child, captured, stolen by a droid dressed in black, an explosion flashing red, your ears ringing, black smoke billowing out. Red shots fired past your head, searing some of your hair. Blink.darkness.
Even when you searched through the rubble of his home, your home, he held onto your hand. Like it was the only thing keeping him in reality, in this crazy fucked up reality. You both ignored the truth, the burned scent wafting around you, the clouds of black every time you stepped. The lack of your little green baby. your eyes watered, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the ash or…other things.
You didn’t speak until you boarded Bobas ship. With a blanket wrapped around the two of you, huddled into a small makeshift bed set next to a wall. Mando didn’t move, he sat still, head resting on the back of the seat, slightly tilted to you. You felt it, his gaze. Something you had learned over many years. Even though you had never seen him, his fave, you could see his soul. On the outside, he showed anger, passion, and while that was true, the spark inside him was blue, the hottest part of a flame, and the saddest color. The ship held memories, long before he invited you on board. even if the happiest memories were with you, that ship was the last remaining attachment to his kin.
“Hey, Lorian.” you leaned closer to him, his cold armor pressing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “we’re gonna be okay.”
The Mandalorian was silent, his deep breaths filling the air instead of an answer. His mind was racing, how he would get himself out of this. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be, this ship, that was too smooth and warm, jarringly perfect. He was supposed to be with Grogu, awaiting a Jedi to come and help train him. Then, it would be the two of you again, willingly. This, this just felt like a stolen moment, another thing on the long list that had been stolen from him.
“How are you so sure?” He nearly laughed, an uncomfortable, sorrow filled laugh. Throughout everything, you always remain optimistic. Always with a smile, saying ‘it’ll be ok’ or ‘we’ve made it through worse, this is nothing’
“Because doubt isn’t an option.” You said simply. “Especially when I’m around you.”
There was nothing but you could do but smile, and while it was hard, it was something.
“You should sleep. We have a rough day ahead of us.” you held his hand a bit tighter, drawing it up to your lips, placing a small, sweet kiss on the leather. “if not for you, for me.”
He sighed, letting his hand slip away from yours, resting it on your thigh, drawing tiny circles on your skin. He smiled to himself. Looking at you, and your thinly veiled fright, trying so hard to keep him calm. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. But here you were, wrapping your arm around his waist, and your head on his shoulder. Suddenly the warmth of the ship didn’t bother him, not when he focused of the warmth of you. He was going to get the child back, with your hep. He wouldn’t lose anything else. But…maybe he could enjoy the quiet with you, melt into your touch for the first time, let some guards down.
His breaths started to match your slowing ones. In, hold, out. and soon enough, a well needed sleep fell upon him. Dreamless, just how he liked it.
Anakin Skywalker: This guy fucks. But before he married Padme he would always call out her name when cumming. It made every hookup awkward. Maybe worth it because he does go down for hours. LOVES it when his hair is pulled. Obvi choking is his 1# kink.
Obi Wan Kenobi: this guy FUCKS. Bisexual whore trope at it’s finest. fatass big dick and knows how to use it. Has pegged and will get pegged. Somehow hasn’t fucked at least 1 person on every single planet though. All for things to happen “naturally” as he explains. Still witty and talkitive during sex.
Cassian Andor: Pretends he fucks but doesn’t. Actually looking for a committed relationship. Very sweet in bed. Lots of praise and kisses. Fingers like an old lesbian woman ho goes to the new york bars every night (aka very fucking well). likes eating ass for breakfast.
Luke Skywanker: Virgin and everyone knows it. probably was in a BDSM relationship at one point, and he was definitely the sub. Bratty asf, needs praise, will do whatever you want tho. Trims because he looks at his own dick. Once sucked himself off. Masterbates like 2 times a day.
Han Solo: Every thought I have on this man would get me canceled. hard skip. He probably has a big drawer of sex toys and bondage.
Mando / Din Djarin: Virgin with a huge god damn dick. lasts forever, makes a lot of noise (mostly whimpers). Did i mention he was a massive dick? Will finger you with his gloves on then wipe your cum on his cape. Will fuck in every corner of his ship. Big fan of cumming on your face.
Poe Dameron: CLEAN SHAVED, BIG, THICK DICK. Curved a bit too. Aka every woman, man, and thems dream. He doesn’t last too long but foreplay with him is a whole day event. Will cum in the ass as a type of birth control.
Finn: Idk this guy liked getting his dick sucked. Everywhere. Nervous asf but still likes the danger of being seen. Totally not secretly wants a threesome with Poe and his next hookup. Doggy Style is a must. he’s too self conscious about himself to face you. mega Dom after a few years under his belt.
Kylo Ren: If you’re reading this you probably already know. big master dom. Got into it from myspace when he was a teen and never got out. Has a whole sex dungeon in every ship he’s on. Loves using toys, especially big vibrators. hair pulling and choking kink just like his grandpa. likes an obedient switch as his play thing. trimmed but not shaved. lowkey big dick but he really doesn’t care.
A/N: the topping Din fic is finally here and I hope y’all like it! Shoutout to @pala-din-djarin for giving me the Din’ika idea and allowing me to use it <3
Din wasn’t as experienced as you were in bed, but this wasn’t exactly the first time you ever fucked him. Still, he made it sound like your pussy was driving him insane, and you could tell by the look on his face that he was already desperately trying to hold off his orgasm.
you’d been on the Crest with The Mandalorian for 6 months.
6 whole months with an attractive man in head to toe beskar who was technically your boss but now more of a budding friendship— but ultimately a man you wanted to be with despite never having seen his face. you know, normal stuff.
din looked after you well. he made sure you ate, shoved you behind him at the slightest inkling of danger, if it was between you sleeping and him sleeping he’d make sure you got your rest everytime. you might even say he was a gentleman, which for a bounty hunter if you said that out loud the average folk might look at you like you have two talking heads. then again, for the planets you’ve now visited thanks to mando, you’ve come to learn that’s not the weirdest thing out there.
you felt great honour to know he trusted you, probably above anyone else that he knows. you had met him when he had visit your tiny and irrelevant planet on business a few times, having handed his small green child off to you to babysit in exchange for credits when he was in a pinch. you had asked him before why he trusted you with the child when you didn’t even know him, only to be told “you look harmless.” after this had become a common occurrence, he had arrived on the doorstep to your small shack one day offering a job as an onboard full time babysitter. you packed up what you had and joined him in a heartbeat, leaving nothing and no one behind.
you’re sure he greatly needed an extra hand with the child, but you also suspect he was just a little lonely.
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He said it. I will not apologize for where my mind went with it.
Summary: Din Djarin has kinks that he doesn’t even know he has. He’s leaning into it though. The second the name falls from your mouth, he knows he’s in trouble. Word Count: 9k Chapter Warnings: MINORS ABSOLUTELY DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS. 18+ RATING SO EXPLICIT I SHOULD BE SENT TO HELL FOR EVEN THINKING THIS. this is daddy kink filth and I’m not even sorry. soft dom!din djarin, p in v sex, fingering, creampies and cumplay, praise kinks, lil bit of violence Notes: this came from the darkest depths of my daddy kink loving soul and I- I’m sorry but I’m also not.
The second he stepped into the ship’s cockpit, I was on top of him, riding his lap, really grinding on him and driving him nuts. The Razor Crest was still in park, not even moving yet. I hadn’t given him time to even start the ship before I pounced on him. Normally, he’d scold me for this because he has a job to do first you know but he’d been gone far too long.
It had been almost three weeks since I’d seen him last and he was secretly just as eager as me to get a little indecent. The Kid had been sleeping for the entire day, which meant no distractions. Timing was everything.
The muffled sound of his harsh breathing through the vocoder in his helmet was enough to get me off. His hands roved along my lower back, gloves smoothing down the curve of my ass to grip hard and move me to his liking. He had absolutely no patience today. “Need you now. Right now.” He demanded. His beskar clad body clattered against the pilot’s seat as he plopped down into it.
His silhouette remains far more intimidating than any other armored man you’ve ever seen. And you’ve been working in that shop for years, you’ve seen plenty of creatures, droids and half-humans making their way to you to request for spare parts. You’ve become acquainted with Mandalorians, the most familiar face of them that of Boba Fett, now Daimyo of Tatooine.
But this particular Mandalorian, there’s something intriguing and inherently poignant about him.
In which Peli’s offer to babysit gives you and Mando an opportunity for some “alone time.”
warnings:SMUT, sex (p in v), breeding kink, size kink, sexual tension, helmetless din djarin, oral sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, use of “daddy” honorifics/daddy kink, established relationship, rough sex.
ANY INTERACTIONS FROM MINORS OR AGELESS ACCOUNTS WILL RESULT IN ALL WORKS BEING REMOVED AGAIN.
