Ravenous - Oneshot

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: cussing, smut, swallowing, orgasm denial, spanking, roughness, unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Requested?: Yes by @ohwhatabrat for the 1k followers celebration

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Adrenaline is pumping through your veins as you walk up the cargo ramp of the Razor Crest. You take in Mando at the weapons locker and your body hums as your mind begins thinking of the ways you two are going to have one another in a matter of seconds.

“Mando?” Your voice is enriched with lust.

He stops, he knows what you want. “Y/N.”

“I want you inside me,” you moan as you press the button to close the cargo ramp. Hunger for him consumes you body and soul.

Mando turns and looks at you. He watches you remove your blasters then strip off your jacket. He hardens as you remove your shirt, revealing your skin to him. He takes in your breasts being held in by your bra.

Mando closes the distance and pulls you up against him. “You think you deserve me? After what you did?”

Your mind scrambles from thinking about Mando giving you pleasure to thinking about the actions prior to coming aboard the Razor Crest on Nevarro. You had helped him obtain a bounty to help collect regarding the kid, in which to pay Kuill for watching the green creature, and for paying the way to another planet in the Outer Rim.

You had done everything by the book – located bounty, arrested bounty, escorted bounty to Karga, might have had a few too many drinks in the tavern, and then, oh…your mind becomes clear. You had punched someone dead in the nose then gave them a swift kick in the balls. The man had been hitting on you and touching your arm in a flirtatious matter. He deserved it! He fucking deserved what he got!

“I was protecting myself Mando,” you retort.

“You could’ve walked away.”

“Then have him chase me down, and you be the one to put him in his place?”

Violent Delights - Oneshot

Pairing: Virgin Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x experienced female reader

Warnings: angst, cussing, blood, masturbation, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral receiving (m & f), consensual loss of virginity

Requested?: Yes from this ask - If you are still taking requests can I have a NSFW virgin!mando x experienced!reader, where he's nervous but she let's him take things at his own pace, knowing he's not used to any contact. I have this thought in my mind that Mando is a virgin and a true virgin cause he never let anyone close enough to let his guard down and be vulnerable, until he's with his bounty hunting partner, the reader.

Author’s note: none

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She hobbles up the ramp of the Razor Crest with their bounty in tow. She forcefully pushes him down and places her boot on his throat.

“Let’s go Mando!” She yells up to the cockpit.

“On it,” he shouts back.

Seconds later the Razor Crest is in the air flying towards Nevarro.

She looks down at herself, places a hand on her stomach. The pain is searing. It rips through her like a blade cutting swiftly through fabric.

“You won’t make it,” the bounty hisses.

She presses her boot harder against his throat. “Shut up.”

She feels weak, dizzy.

“Mando,” she tries to shout but her body screams in pain.

She raises her hand. It’s red, drenched in blood.

“Mando!” She cries out in pain as she falls to the floor, keeping her blaster on the bounty.

Mando descends the ladder, looks between her and the bounty.

“What did you do?” His modulated voice cracks.

The bounty grins lopsidedly. “Nothing.”

Mando drags him up by the collar of his clothing and pushes him into the carbonite machine. Without hesitation he presses the button and the bounty becomes frozen. Metallic smells fill the cargo bay.

Mando turns on his heel and looks at her. Her eyes are barely open and her chest moves up and down slowly. He walks over to the first aid kit then kneels beside her.

“I’ll,” she begins. Her voice is soft. “I’ll need you to stitch me up.”

Mando opens the kit and pulls out the bacta. “Apply this.”

She grins and snorts. “Bacta won’t be much help Mando. I need you to close the wound.”

He reaches out towards her stomach. Stops. He’s never touched a woman before. He’s never been touched by a woman in return.

Will she know?, he thinks as he continues to move his hand towards her shirt.

She removes her hand from the tattered shirt and watches as Mando’s gloved hands rip at the fabric, exposing the gash to her eyes and Mando’s.

“Hurry,” she whispers as blood seeps out slowly.

“You need bacta for the pain,” Mando remarks coolly.

“I’m already in pain Mando.” She becomes frustrated. “Just grab the suture gun and pull the trigger.”

Mando sighs heavily in frustration as he grabs the suture gun. His other gloved hand is pressed against her skin as he presses the gun against the wound.

He pulls the trigger once, she hisses.

He moves the gun over a couple centimeters, pulls the trigger. She cusses.

“Another one,” she mutters.

“I don’t think—” he begins.

“Another one!” She hisses.

Mando moves the suture gun and pulls the trigger. She sucks in a breath and mutters a curse.

He places the suture gun back in the first aid kit, keeping his eyes on her under his helmet. He wants to reach out and touch her cheek. He wants to hold her in his arms.

Mando freezes. He’s never wanted to touch a woman like he wants to touch her. He’s never wanted to hold a woman like he wants to hold her.

They’ve been working together for a few months, not long. He had left his old crew, worked alone. He enjoyed the peace of working alone, preferred it. Then she walked into his life and things changed.

She had been after a bounty on Tatooine, stolen the speed bike parked outside his docking bay then returned it hours later after turning in her bounty to her boss.

“You stole it,” he had remarked angrily.

“I borrowed it,” she had retorted. “Took the bike, returned the bike. Borrowed.”

His eyes had remained on her as she turned and walked away.

“Come work with me.” He had stated.

Mando was taken back by those words. He didn’t know why he said them to her specifically. He was intrigued by her. He needed her then, like he needed her now.

She had turned back around and faced him with a raised brow. “I’m not part of the Guild.”

Mando had shrugged, “I could use a crew member.”

He had wanted her aboard the Razor Crest. His body was craving her, aching for her.

Her eyes had glossed over his frame then she moved her feet and walked past him into the docking bay door behind him.

Mando now looks at her.

Her eyes are closed, and he sees her steady pulse pumping at the base of her neck. He wonders what her skin will feel like under his ungloved fingers, wonders how soft her mouth is, wonders what her fingers will feel like against his skin.

Heatwaves course through his veins and straight to his cock.

The ship jolts suddenly and she falls to the side.

Mando is there to catch her in his arms. She doesn’t make a sound as he sits her back up and situates her against the wall. He places a blanket over her body before climbing the ladder backup to the cockpit.

He glances at her wondering how she’d react to his secret. Because she’s the only one in the whole galaxy he’s ever desired and cared for.

Tease - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, sub!Mando, blow job, unprotected sex (wrap it up), teasing, cuffs

Requested?: Yes from this ask - I feel bad for making a request when you have so many, so feel free to ignore it. Mando and reader have been together a while, used to be bounty hunting partners, now a couple. Can we get a smutty sub!mando where he's tied up, begging, and overstimulated by the reader before she finally takes mercy on him.

Author’s note: none

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“You know the Guild will be after both of us now?” You hiss once abroad the Razor Crest with Mando and the kid.

“He needs our protection!” Mando grounds out as he places the kid in the bunk.

Your eyes roam over the green creature then at Mando. Your Mando.

He wasn’t yours years ago when you two first began working together. You were a bounty hunter; he was a bounty hunter. You had helped one another with jobs, eventually agreeing to work together as partners. Over time your working relationship turned into an actual relationship. There’s no one else you’d rather be flying around the Outer Rim with.

It’s been you and Mando. Now it’s you, Mando, and the kid.

Mando closes the cargo ramp then slides off his helmet. He turns to look at you.

“Please,” Mando whispers as he closes the distance between you two, “you know I see him as a foundling. He needs our help.”

You look at Mando.

“Din,” you whisper out.

“Y/N,” Din whispers as he brushes his mouth against yours.

The kid coos loudly, taking you both in.

Din pulls back and brushes your lips with a gloved finger. “I’ll find us somewhere to hide out.”

You nod as you watch him climb the ladder to the cockpit. You turn your eyes back on the kid.

“I hope you’re worth the trouble kid,” you remark as Mando pushes down on the throttle, getting the Razor Crest far from Nevarro.

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You watch as the kid plays with the other children of the village. Din had picked Sorgan as a hideaway for the time being. You knew he was on constant guard inside this village. His main priority was the kid, and you. It had always been you but now with the kid, you two had barely had an intimate moment in weeks.

You shared kisses in the hut before falling asleep in each other’s arms, but you hadn’t felt Din’s mouth on you in other places for what feels like forever. He hasn’t been inside of you either. You needed him to yourself, wanted him to yourself.

“Omera?” You look at the brown skinned woman with flowing brown hair.

She smiles at you, “yes Y/N?”

“You think you’d be able to watch the kid for a night?” You ask her.

She raises an eyebrow, “why?”

Your eyes land on Din. He’s in his full armored gear and helmet talking to some of the men. Heat spreads throughout your body.

“Mando and I,” you sigh.

“Need time alone?” Omera finishes.

You look at the woman and blush. “I, uh, I—”

Omera laughs. “I’ve seen the way you two are with one another. You try to hide it, but it shows in certain gestures and looks. I remember my husband and I being the same way when we were together.”

You and Din try to keep your relationship a secret when around other people. But he’d always press his helmet against your forehead, maybe touch the small of your back in a gentle way. He’d reach for your hand and squeeze it.

Omera moves to your side. Her eyes move between you and Mando. “We’ll be fine. The kid will be fine. Winta and I will watch him for you.”

You glance at the woman, “thank you.”

Omera smiles, “you’re welcome.”

Hidden - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: mention of violence, blood

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Will you do a Mando fic where reader has abilities of lightning and fire, but also can heal a person's wounds by transferring the wounds to herself and then her body healing them. If they are serious wounds they take time to heal but do heal. She's always used the abilities without mando knowing. One day he's on the ship hurt bad, she heals it but it's too big and she passes out while it heals. He wakes up freaking out, later he learns everything she's done to save him and the baby.

Author’s note: anon I hope you like this; enjoy!

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Lightning pierces the night sky on Sorgan as you cringe in pain. The wound from the child is small, yet when it moves from his body to yours, it rips through your flesh like blaster fire.

Mando has no idea you’ve been healing the child since you joined them months ago when you and him had crossed paths on Tatooine. You had been laying low because of your powers and helping Peli fix ships in her docking bay and when Mando appeared with the kid and he got hurt – you had convinced Mando he needed you on the team.

You’ve sneakily have healed Mando too. If the Mandalorian knew of your capabilities he’d get angry and yell. Yet you know he’d be concerned because you don’t need to suffer like he has.

The healing power isn’t the only power you have. You’re also able to start fire and wield it’s burning flame. Then there’s the lightning, which you’ve learned to control. Yet it does, on occasion, seem to release itself when you are transferring wounds from one being to yourself. You’ve come to learn it’s your body’s reaction to the pain – sharp, electrifying, blinding.

Mando had said he’d been to this planet before. It’s why he choose it for the three of you to lay low so he could figure out a game plan, figure out how he was going to get the kid back to its own people.

“Y/N,” Mando’s voice states from behind you.

You turn around and look at him. Take in his armor and helmet.

“There’s a storm coming.”

“How would you know?”

Mando looks up, “lightning. We should take cover.”

You know there is no storm. “And where should we take cover Mando?”

“I found an abandoned hut a few clicks away.”

You sigh as you stand, “let’s go then.”

The kid looks between you and Mando.

Mando reaches down to pick him up then guides you deeper into the woods of Sorgan to the abandoned hut.

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You kneel at the makeshift fire pit, glance back at Mando who’s placing the kid on the floor. You snap your fingers quickly, fire flames from the end of your fingertips and you reach down to the ashes and logs.

You blow on the flames lightly as the fire begins to spread and build inside the pit.

“Thank you,” Mando says from beside you.

You jump. “You’re welcome.”

“Not sure if I’d be able to handle this alone. Finding the kid’s people, traveling the galaxy with a target on my back.”

“You’re fine Mando,” you look down and noticed you had rolled your sleeves up.

You roll them back down quickly so Mando doesn’t see the fresh scar you have when the you transferred his wound to you.

“I still can’t believe you’re here though,” Mando sighs.

“We’ve been through enough Mando. The rookie bounty hunter, Ranzar and the job aboard the prison unit, going back to Nevarro,” you pause, “we’re a team. Have you heard from Greef or Cara lately?”

“No. But no news is good news. They know we’re helping the kid.” Mando replies.

The quietness stretches wide between the two of you. The sound of the crackling fire is the only noise inside the hut.

“I’m going to turn in,” Mando remarks.

You nod and smile. “I got first watch. No worries.”

Mando nods at you, gets up and leaves you alone.

You look at his sleeping form then down at your arms. You roll up your sleeve. Your skin is tender and pink, still feels warm to the touch.

You peer out the window, looking towards the sky. Billions of twinkling lights are shining brightly back at you. You point your finger towards the sky and watch as lightning pierces the darkness a vibrant, bold white.

Part of you wishes you could tell Mando about your powers, the other part? Well the other part didn’t want to lose him as a friend.

All of You Revealed - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, female oral receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can you write something where reader gets out of the shower and mando walks in on her naked, he kinda freezes unable to think or anything cause he's liked her for a long time. You decide what happens after.

Author’s note: enjoy!

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You walk down the cargo ramp of the Razor Crest. Your clothes are dirty, you’re dirty too.

Peli looks at you. “That bad?”

You sigh, “yes.”

“You can use my shower if you want to wash up, maybe get some rest. There’s a spare room connected to the shower room. You look exhausted. I’ll keep an eye on the green bean. We know each other from when Mando stopped by months ago. Before you joined him.”

You turn and look at Peli, your eyes find the kid at her feet. He looks up at you.

Peli reaches down and picks him up. “He’ll be fine. I promise.”

You reach out and touch the kid’s ear.

He coos at you and smiles.

“Thank you Peli,” you look around and see the droids sitting on the side. “Remember. No droids.”

“Yeah, I know. No droids.”

You put the tools in your one hand down. “If he comes back, you’ll let him know I haven’t disappeared?”

“Yeah.” Peli replies.

You smile, “thanks Peli.”

“You’re welcome.”

You grab your bag from the Razor Crest and make your way further into the docking bay and down a small corridor, finding the shower chambers and the spare room with a decent looking bed.

Once inside you drop your bag and make your way over to the bed. You feel how soft the mattress is, which is a surprise, and take a seat. You lie back against it and within minutes you’re drifting off to sleep.

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You wake with a start, unsure of what time it is. You stretch as you get up from the bed. Peli hasn’t had any troubles, otherwise you wouldn’t have slept for as long as you had.

You sigh and look down at yourself. You’re still in your dirty clothing, still covered in dirt from helping Peli fix needed repairs.

You strip your clothing as you make your way into the bathroom and turn on the shower. When the water is to your liking you step under the spray and begin washing yourself and your hair. You take your time, its been a while since you’ve had an actual shower. A proper shower.

You’ve been traveling with Mando since you haggled him for a ride from the station where he met up with Ranzar for a job. Mando was reluctant at first but you had become an enormous help in many ways – fighting alongside him, watching the kid, helping keep the Razor Crest from falling apart.

As you soak in the warmth of the water and the appreciation of a shower, you let all your cares and worries slip away.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Nine

Warnings: violence, blood, cussing

Word count: 3.8+k

Author’s note: never written for the Star Wars universe before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; Darksaber plays a role in this story so I apologize now for the ending; final chapter; thank you for reading!

You are in the middle of a lesson with the foundlings when Kath runs into the room. You stop and look at her, so do the foundlings. You begin to frown as Kath stands there catching her breath.

“Kath?” Your voice slightly higher than usual.

“Ramee,” Kath gasps for air. “Ramee is here.”

You look down at the foundlings. “Stay here children.”

They all nod as you walk out of the room and into the main area of the bunker. Standing in cuffs in a circle of full armored Mandalorians is your father. He smirks as he sees you, “Y/N. Daughter. I’ve come to see you! And I have come in peace!”

You raise your eyebrows. “How did you even find me?

Ramee shrugs. “Your mind was open when you were wounded on Sundari. I was able to see Endor but nothing else. I came alone.”

“What do you want?” You hiss.

“Forgiveness.”

You turn on your heel.

“It’s about Mando. Your Mando!”

You stop and turn back around, facing him. “Go on.” You stammer out as your heart begins pounding inside of your chest.

“Gideon has him and his crew cornered on Nevarro. They are trapped! Gideon knows who the others are. Greef Karga, Cara Dune. They killed another, an Ugnaught Kuiil.”

“The asset Gideon seeks?”

“Alive, and with Dune, Karga, and Mando.”

You had promised Mando you would stay behind. You would be here when he returned alive, when he returned with the green bean. “How long has Gideon given them?”

“Till nightfall. I used the hyperdrive of my ship to get here as soon as I can.” Ramee spits out.

“And how do I know this isn’t some trap?!”

“I saved you from dying daughter! I didn’t kill your Mando because you deserve happiness, you deserve peace. You deserve love. He told me to leave once he found you in Sundari, and I did.”

“And once Gideon is dead, what then?” You ask.

“Then he’s dead. I will leave you alone, leave Endor alone.” Ramee steps out of the circle towards you. “I was surprised you weren’t with him. I figured he asked you to stay behind because of your injury then I wondered if you had told him…”

“Told him what?” Your mind thinks back to the temple. “Oh my gods! I am not pregnant!”

“You sure about that?” Your father asks simply.

You remembered your father could sense you the night he took you away from your adoptive mother. He had a keen ability to sniff out other Force sensitives. You place your hands on your stomach. There was no way, no fucking way, you were pregnant!

“How much time has passed since you left?” You ground out.

Ramee shrugs. “Maybe an hour or two.”

Silence stretches wide.

Kath approaches you from behind, “you should go.”

“He told me to stay.” You whisper trying to keep your emotions in.

Kath pulls on your arm, turning you around to face her. “Go to Nevarro. Recuse Mando, the kid, his team. Come home.”

Armor - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, blowjob, swallowing, cussing, SMUT, dom!Mando, glove kink, armor kink, SMUT, female oral receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Author’s Note: sequel to the Dress oneshot; enjoy!!!

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The following morning you wake to darkness. You forget for a moment you still have the blindfold on. You reach out and find Din sleeping soundly next to you.

Your hand travels down his chest and stomach. He’s relaxed as you feel the outline of his defined muscular abdomen. Your hand travels past his navel and you feel the thicket of hair leading down to his cock. He’s semi-hard and you know the perfect remedy to make him rock hard and begging for release.

You place your mouth at the crook of his neck and nibble at his skin as your hand begins stroking his cock. You hear the low moan Din hums as he awakens to your touch.

“Keep touching me Y/N,” Din whispers.

You know how much he craves your touch on his skin. He always wears the Mandalorian attire – the uniform, the armor, but when he first revealed his naked body to your touch, he wanted nothing else to touch his bare skin. Nothing except your hands, your fingers, your mouth.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Eight

Warnings: fluff, cussing, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), female oral receiving

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: never written for the Star Wars universe before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; this is short but it is sweet

Several days later you wake up in your room on Endor. Kath is staring at you with her grass green eyes, her sandy blonde hair is cut short against her head. You raise your eyebrows.

“My helmet was making me claustrophobic while I checked on your wound. I knew you wouldn’t mind; you’ve seen me before.”

“On accident.”

Kath shrugs. “Doesn’t matter.”

You reach down, finding yourself covered in a thin cloth with bandages on your wound. You hiss as you touch the bandage.

“Mando says Ramee cauterized the wound.”

“He did.”

Kath sighs, “he did fairly good. You aren’t feverish, which is a great sign. Looks like Ramee kept you fed and hydrated. You don’t look pale or skinner than before.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say sarcastically.

“What happened?”

You raise an eyebrow, “straight to the point, huh?”

Kath nods. “Come on. Details.”

“Gideon was with Ramee. Ramee is my father. Gideon took the Darksaber, shot me. Ramee found me in Sundari. Kept me alive till Mando arrived.” You shrug. “Came back here.” 

“You know there were rumors Ramee was your father. During the Battle of Sundari. He was determined to find the girl with the Force amongst the Mandalorians.”

You smile, “well he found me but never fucking mentioned he was my father till I went back to Concordia.”

“At least he tried making up for it by keeping you alive.” Kath retorts. “Maybe he knows Gideon’s endgame and want’s you out of it. Did he say if he knew Gideon was going to kill you once he had the Darksaber?”

“He didn’t know. Said once Gideon had the Darksaber, Gideon probably would turn on him by killing me.”

“Where do you think Ramee is now?”

“I don’t know.”

“You can’t sense him?”

“If I try to find him, he’ll know where I am. Where we are.” You hiss as a shot of pain courses through your body. “Where’s Mando?”

“With the foundlings.” Kath replies as she grabs her helmet and places it on. “I will tell him you’re awake.”

“Thank you.”

“He said he got a message in regard to the kid.” Kath stands. “I think he wants you to stay behind. He doesn’t want to risk losing you again. And I don’t want my sister dead. Besides we need you here.”

You let her words soak in as she leaves you alone. Minutes pass by before Mando is in your room. He sits on the bed and takes your hands into his. “Y/N.”

“Mando.” You sit up to reach out and touch his helmet. “Talk to me.”

“I got a message from Greef Karga. He wants to meet up and discuss the kid.” Mando sighs. “You need to stay behind.”

“No!”

“Yes! You need to heal.” Mando says with frustration.

“I am healed! I am your protector! The child’s protector!” You nearly shout at him.

He cups your cheeks with his gloved hands. “Let me go. I have a couple of others I can bring along with me. You need to stay here.” The words you had whispered on the ship race through his mind. “Please stay here.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Seven

Warnings: violence, blood, cussing

Word count: 4.2k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before, but with The Mandalorian figured why not; getting close to the end!; thank you for reading!!!

The transport unit you are aboard sets down yards away from the domed city of Sundari. The ramp opens slowly revealing the bronze color atmosphere. You inhale the stench of death and acid. The air is breathable to say the least yet no one has lived on this rock in years.

“This better not be a trap.” Gideon says as he follows you.  

“It’s not.” You only wish it was though.

You make your way through Mandalore’s quiet desert lands and stop at the entrance to a Sundari. You reach out towards the gate, it slowly raises. The sound of the cranks filling your ears. You stop once the gate is high enough for you and Gideon to pass underneath.

Gideon walks under first then you. He gives you a sideways glance. “Your father was devastated when he learned you had died. Said he taught you better than to bow at death’s door.”

“You’re his minion Gideon. Once you have the Darksaber he’ll take it for himself. He’ll dispose of you.”

Gideon smirks. “We are to rule this galaxy together Y/N. Him and I together. You and the creature with us, helping us. You can have all your heart desires – riches, an army, all the lovers you could ever ask for.”

You only want one, need one. Your heart aches for him, hoping he is alive. “I want to be left alone. He promised…”

“Your father only said those words to get you to come with me!” Gideon barks.

You shriek back slightly and remain quiet as you walk through the stillness of the domed city. Houses and businesses were once filled inside the domed glass. People, children, beings of all walks of life had lived here and now they were gone, dead. The Great Purge had desolated the planet. You began to wonder if Ramee was behind it. He, after all, despised the Mandalorians because one had raised you and you had always denied a job killing one.

“Kill a Mandalorian!” He would shout at you.

“Never!” You had yelled back. “Never will I kill one.”

You stop in front of the tallest building within the city. The skull of the Mythosaur covers two doors leading into the temple. Above the door is a depiction of three helmeted Mandalorians taking down Jedi. Above the depiction, blue crystal glass reaches towards the sky.

“Magnificent.” Gideon says from beside you. “I’ve never seen a Mandalorian temple before. The beauty of the culture is well displayed.”

“Why do you want the Darksaber?”

“I told you. I want to take down a Mandalorian.”

“There’s nothing special about how to take down a Mandalorian Gideon. Armor only covers so much.”

“What better way to take down a Mandalorian then to use a weapon created by a Mandalorian? A Jedi Mandalorian no less.”

“You’ve held it before? Haven’t you?” You ask with a sideways glance. “Otherwise you wouldn’t care.”

“Don’t you dare reach into my mind, Deathblade. I am not your enemy. I am not your mark.”

You weren’t even reaching into his mind. He had just given you the answer you needed. “So you have held it before? Are you…?” You don’t want to say the words.

“Yes, I have held it before. Then your father wanted it for you.” Gideon frowns. “I am not like you. I don’t have the power.”

You think back to the night of your adoptive mother’s death. You recall a figure with a hooded cloak holding the Darksaber and bringing it down to kill. “It was you, wasn’t it? Ramee told you to kill her. In front of me!”

Gideon looks at you, “I had just claimed the Darksaber. Your father convinced me to used it. To feel the power it possessed when wielded by someone. Yet,” Gideon pauses, “I never felt it. He knew and when you had completed your training as his weapon, our assassin, he wanted it for you, and you alone.”

You clench your fists in anger. Ramee had ordered your adoptive mother’s death but you were face to face with the man who brought down the weapon which actually killed. Your hands ached to reach for your sword but you had to remain composed.

You turn, reaching for the doors and hear a whisper of “don’t let him in.”

You look back at Gideon. “I should go alone.”

Gideon steps forward. “And have you make a foul of me? No way.”

“This is a sacred place Gideon. You aren’t welcome.”

“Yet here you are!” Gideon shouts then pauses, “step aside!”

He places his hands on the doors. They open slowly then with a rush of speed they open widely causing Gideon to fly backwards and hit the ground feet away from the steps of the temple.

You glance back at Gideon then return your focus to the open doors and walk in. The wide doors closing shut behind you. You walk down the aisle towards the altar, rows of benches are facing the altar. More blue crystalized glass spreading up and over the room. You envision a sun’s rays seeping through the glass, causing a kaleidoscope of color. You touch the marble altar. It’s coldness stings your skin.

“Mando’ad draar digu.” A voice whispers from behind you. A voice from your past.

You turn and look into the face of your adoptive mother. When your eyes look over her ghostly form you sink to your knees and weep.

“My child. Don’t weep for me.”

“The galaxy is a different place. I was raised by a man, who turns out is my father! He turned me into a weapon! I had to fake my own death just to get out of his grasp! I care for a Mandalorian who will always risk his life to protect those closest to him!”

Your adoptive mother takes a step closer. “And you take the same risk Y/N. You took the risk of faking your death and hiding away from Ramee. You risk your life to protect those on Endor.”

“All because of the creed you instilled in me since I was a young child.” You raise your sleeve and show her the ink of the shriek-hawk on your skin. “You are the only parent I truly ever had. You told me to use my power wisely and carefully but I haven’t. I remained strong and fierce, the best I could do at least. I feel I have failed you.”

Your adoptive mother touches the marking, traces it with her fingers. “Oh, my child. My beloved daughter. You have not failed me! You honor me with so much more than just ink of the jai’galaar.” She reaches out and cups your cheeks in your hands. “Your spirit, your soul honors me. Yes, your father made you into a killer but your soul is free, was always free. You have a family now. They need you, you need them. Your heart aches for your Mando. Don’t be resigned to fate. Let it take you on a journey you never imagined taking. Fate has brought you this far. Fate guided you to your new family. To your Mando. To the green bean.”

You sigh, “I have to give the Gideon the Darksaber.”

Dress - Oneshot

Pairing: Mandalorian/Mando/Din Djarin x female reader

Warnings: SMUT, blowjob, female oral receiving, fingering, SMUT, dom!Mando, cuffs, blindfold, SMUT, cussing, glove kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up)

Author’s Note: may or may not have been listening to “Dress” by Taylor Swift when I wrote this up; might do a part 2, not sure; enjoy!!!

You hadn’t dressed up in years but when word spread of the festival returning, you couldn’t help yourself. You spent your coin on a lavish wine-red satin gown – not too fancy, not too racy – after all, it was just a festival, not a fancy dinner party where you were trying to land whoever you wanted.

The dress’s top half was lace material. Flowers made up the neckline and flowers were sprinkled over the top half of the lace. Some of the lace exposed your skin to others’ eyes, but it wasn’t too revealing for the festival you wanted to buy it for. The bottom half flowed nicely with its floor length silk skirt. Once you had tried the dress on and felt the silkiness of the fabric against your skin, you had to have it. You had the coin and knew once you tried it on and it fit perfectly, there was no other dress in the galaxy you wanted.

Now you sipped at the drink in your hand, watching the crowd. Creatures from the planet and from around the galaxy filled the village. Laughter and music filled the air as the smells of various foods mixed in. Your eyes had landed on a man – tall, muscular, sand colored hair cut short against his head, handsome too. His smile was wide and bright as he placed a hand on his chest to laugh at something one of his friend’s said.

You set your empty glass down on the waist high table as you calm your nerves before heading over to the tall handsome man. The festival was an opportunity for many to find love, to find sex, and to have a good time in general.

You breathe in and out then turn around, that is when you see the Mandalorian. You’ve heard of them, maybe seen a couple here or there through your travels, but you have never seen one up close before. And there he was standing only several feet away from you. He was standing at the bar, tracing a glass of liquid with his gloved hands. Your mind began to wonder what those gloved hands would feel like against your skin.

You swallow at the mere thought, goosebumps covering your body. You absently reach for your glass, forgetting its empty and bring it to your mouth. You feel a slight drop of the alcohol on your tongue, wishing there was more. You inwardly moan as you picture those gloved fingers gliding over your nipples, tracing your curves then you picture his helmeted head between your legs.

Fuck, you think. The picture is vivid in your mind. Your body screams for the Mandalorian not the tall handsome man.

You put the empty glass down again and straighten yourself before you walk over to the Mandalorian. His beskar metal armor glistens in the light of the sun. The only weapon you can see is the blaster at his hip, probably not wanting to draw attention to himself. Yet you know he probably drew some attention to himself just by simply being a Mandalorian.

“Excuse me?” Your voice is airy, but you know it’s faintly shaky because of your nerves.

The Mandalorian turns his head towards you. He’s quiet as he looks you over.

“I—” you begin but you are interrupted by a heavily accented voice.

“Mando. What are you doing here?” The voice belongs to one of the planet’s leaders, Sylvo.

“Job.” Mando replies.

His voice is rich and smooth like liquor. You wonder if it sounds the same without the helmet.

”Job?” Sylvo asks. “You’re scaring away people Mando. You should leave.”

You take this chance to step forward, “he’s here with me Sylvo.”

Sylvo looks at you.

You swallow and smile, “the Mandalorian is helping me find someone. I told him to meet me here.”

“You should have picked a more discreet location Y/N.” Sylvo sneers. “People don’t want a Mandalorian around. They know how much trouble he could cause.”

“Of course. I will, uh, I’ll take him elsewhere.” You smile kindly. “No worries.”

Sylvo grunts as he nods then departs leaving you and the Mandalorian alone.

The Mandalorian turns towards you, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Mando.” You reach out and touch his arm as he turns away, “don’t leave.”

“You heard him. I should go.” Mando turns and faces you.

You take a step forward, “take me with you. Please.”

“I’m here for a job. Nothing else.”

You swallow as your heart pounds, “sure about that?”

Mando grasps your hand on his arm. His voice is a whisper. “Pleasure is something I cannot give you.”

“Pleasure is something I can give you Mando.” You say in return. You know he will give you heaps of pleasure. As of now, his voice had, his gloved hand on your hand had. His whole aura had given you pleasure. You step closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body.

Mando doesn’t move as you move closer to him. His heart begins to race inside of his chest as he thinks of you underneath him, above him. He thinks of you gasping and moaning from the pleasure he could give you…but he did have a job to do – you.

Your hands travel up his arms – over the long metal wristguards around his wrists, the fabric of his uniform, the beskar metal shoulder plates. You rest them on the black fabric of his cape. You feel his broad shoulders through the material. You want to see what is underneath the fabric, the metal. You want to feel his skin against your fingertips, feel his skin against yours as you give each other as much pleasure as both of you can handle. “Mando…” Your voice is a whisper, yet it’s filled with lust.

Mando places his hands on your hips as he pulls you in and presses his helmet against your forehead. His voice is full of lust as he says, “I will have you begging for more. I will not stop until I’ve had you any and every way I want.”

You bit your lip and moan. “My pleasure is your pleasure Mando.”

Mando growls as he grabs you gently by the back of your neck, making you look up at him. He’s able to look into your Y/E/C eyes but you only see your reflection in his helmet. “Lead the way.”

You smile as you grab his gloved hand pulling him away from the crowd, away from the hustle and bustle of people moving to and fro in the village. You stop at the entrance to the inn you found a vacancy at and pull Mando into the building and up the stairs. You swipe the card against the keypad, and it unlocks the door to your room.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Six

Warnings: violence, cussing, mentions of sex

Word count: 4.8k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars before but with The Mandalorian figured why not; ad - daughter & Mand’alor - sole ruler in Mando’a; part of this chapter was written before the season finale of The Mandalorian so I tweaked it some in regards to the Battle of Sundari and the darksaber (because I had included the darksaber before the season finale) so I did my best trying to establish a good timeline (sorry not sorry)

You’re sedated enough from the sex with Mando, your mind remanences. Light humming greets your ears and the smell of fresh bread tickles your nose. You walk into your childhood home and see your mother. She has her helmet off at this moment. Her long locks of midnight black hair flow down her back.

“Mother?” Your voice cracks.

She turns and smiles widely. “Y/N.”

“You’re without your helmet.” You look up at her. You feel as though you’re a child again.

She crouches down to your eye level. “It’s okay child. Our secret.”

You hadn’t seen her this happy in ages. You smile back. “Our secret.”

“Good.” She stands back up and walks over to the oven. 

Noise erupts from outside of the house. You watch as your mother scrambles to place her helmet on then grab her weapons. “Stay here ad.”

You watch her with wide eyes. You nod as you back into a corner and hunker down.

The door to the house flies off the hinges as an explosion rocks your ears and body. You cower lower in the corner and watch as a squad of Stormtroopers enter the house. Several beats later a tall man walks in wearing an Imperial uniform. He towers over your mother. “Where’s the girl?”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” Her voice calm.

The man reaches out and makes a closed fist. Your mother begins choking and gasping for air. “Where is she?”

“There is no child here Commander Ramee.” Her voice is like venom as she gasps, dropping her weapons on the floor. Her hands reach for her own neck.

“People are whispering there is a girl with Force powers walking among those on Mandalore. Something not been seen in ages.” The man sneers. “People have given her location away; the things people will do when death is at their door. You seem to be caring for her, raising her.”

Your mother is lifted off the floor, dangling in front of the Imperial officer. “She is not here. I have taught her the Mandalorian culture, the Mandalorian creed. Who says she already doesn’t have a helmet atop her head? You will never find her! You will never dig your talons into her!”

The man steps back and laughs lowly. “She’s here. I can feel her, sense her. Her power is strong.” He inhales the air. “It’s undeniable.”

Your mother watches as the man walks towards your hiding spot. He pulls aside a few crates, revealing your cowering form. He yanks you out by your arms, pulling you out into the room.

“She’s a child!” Your mother cries.

“And she will be my weapon!” The man shouts. 

Your mother crouches to her knees and pulls you into your arms. You can feel the whirlwind of emotions coursing through her veins. You can hear her heart pounding inside of her chest. “You are better than him Y/N. You are so much better than him!”

Tears sting your eyes as you wrap your arms around her. “I don’t want to leave. I want to stay.”

She pulls away and looks at you. She wipes away your tears. She swallows and smiles lightly under her helmet. “Your real mother, your biological mother, brought you to me. We knew each other, grew up together, she knew I’m Mandalorian.” Her voice cracks. “Your mother knew you’d be safe with me. She knew I’d give you a life worth living away from the cruelty of your father.” 

You reach out and touch her helmet. It feels cool against your delicate skin. You want to see her face again; you want to see her happy. You blink and suddenly she is gone. You feel older and taller. Your body aches and feels like you have been trampled by tons of Mudhorns. You look around and notice the room is now dark and empty. You shiver because it’s bone chilling cold. 

“She’s not here.” Ramee’s voice says. “You killed her. Remember?”

You spin around, and Ramee’s tall fragile frame is now in the room with you. “You killed her!” You cry and shout at the same time. “You. Killed her!” You begin weeping. “You took the one good thing in my life away from me.”

“Her death a consequence for hiding you away!” Ramee shouts.

“I’m no longer your puppet. You’ll never find me!”

Ramee laughs and reaches out. “I’m coming for you child, and when I find you, you will be my weapon again.”

“Never.” You sneer. “I will die before I succumb to you again!”

Ramee grins. “We will see my child. We. Will. See.”

In a mere second the room is back to the memory of seeing your adoptive mother for the last time. She’s stroking your cheek. “You have power beyond your control. Wield it wisely, wield it carefully. You are strong, you are fierce Y/N. This is not your fault. We can’t blame ourselves for the families we are born into, for the blood we share with ones who are our family.”

You see another cloaked Imperial officer lift a pointed blade of black and white towards the ceiling. “No!” You cry as you latch onto her. Your eyes travel up to the officer’s body frame as he swings the blade down. Your adoptive mother collapses in your arms then falls back when a Stormtrooper pulls you away. “No! No!” You shout and cry at the same time. Your heart pounding in your chest as you try to fight your way out of the Stormtroopers grasp. “No!”

The Stormtrooper carries you out of the house and into the night on Concordia, the moon of Mandalore. The noise of blaster fire and cannons as well as screams and cries from people clog your ears as you are carried abroad a transport unit. You’re numb as you are placed in a seat and buckled in. Your eyes feel heavy, but you lift them once Ramee walks on board and takes a seat across from you.

“We will rule this galaxy together child.” Ramee hisses. “Then we will watch it burn.”

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Five

Warnings: SMUT, slight fem!dom, oral giving and receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up people), cussing, oh and SMUT

Word count: 3.7k

Author’s note: I tried making this a standalone smut so you don’t have to read the other chapters to know what’s going on in the story (but if you do, links are below); smut under the cut

 With your eyes closed, you reach out and touch Mando’s face. You feel his cheeks and jawline which are covered in light fuzz. Your thumb traces his full lips and you feel a prickling sensation against your fingertips causing you to stop. You raise your eyebrows questioning yourself about what you felt. You place your thumb on his upper lip and feel the light hairs covering his skin. You were focused on him kissing you, you didn’t realize he had any in the first place.

Mando smiles and grazes your neck. The prickliness of his fuzz sends shivers down your spine. You want to feel it all over. He then reaches under your jacket and tank top. You sigh in contentment at his touch elsewhere on your body.

Mando presses his forehead against yours. He wants you underneath him – moaning his name, marking your flesh with his lips, his fingers. He needs you like he needs air to breathe.

“Y/N,” Mando breathlessly says. “I want you. I need you.”

You smile, “I’m all yours Mando.” You lean forward and kiss him, keeping your eyes closed. You press your body against his, feeling his armor press through the fabric of your jacket. A wave of desire and ecstasy rolls over your soul. You want to consume him like a savory delectable meal. With your mouth fused to his you reach down and unbuckle his belt. It lands on the flood with a thud.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Four

Warnings: sexual tension, cussing

Word count: 4.8k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars universe but with The Mandalorian figured why not; olarom – welcome & nayc – no in Mando’a; as always thank you for reading!!!

 You’re jolted awake by the rapid movement of the Razor Crest, veering to the right then left quickly. It’s a repeated maneuver you realize. A repeated maneuver done when there was someone chasing and shooting at you in the deep abyss of space. You scramble out of the small bunk and climb up into the cockpit.

           “What’s going on?” You ask.

           “I’ve got another bounty hunter on my tail.” Mando’s voice is fused with frustration.

           “Another?”

           Mando is silent as he focuses on zeroing in on the other ship chasing the Razor Crest. He’s flipping levers and pushing down on the throttle making sure the other ship doesn’t lock in on his.

           “Where were you heading?” You ask impatiently.

           “I don’t know. I feel like we are out of options.”

           You sigh and look down at the chair behind Mando’s. The child is looking up at you from a makeshift bed. He coos at you and moves his ears back and forth once.

           “We should go to Endor.”

           “No.” Mando hastily answers. He pushes even harder on the throttle as the dashboard beeps. “Finally got you locked.”

           You grasp onto the chair the child is in to keep you steady. “I’m the protector here Mando! You abide by what I say.”

           “Endor is no place for us. It is battle ridden. There’s—”

           “There’s no one there Mando.” You interrupt. You know the planet is full of Ewoks but your contact was there as well. He didn’t need to know that, yet.

           “There’s Ewoks.”

           “Those buggers will leave us alone if we leave them alone.”

           Mando sighs and pushes a button. Seconds later a flash of light then an explosion occurs in front of the Razor Crest. The explosion isn’t heard but it’s felt when Mando pushes the Razor Crest through the debris and further into space. Once clear of the debris field Mando stands and faces you.

           “No to Endor.”

           “Why?”

           “Because I say so.” Mando climbs down to the cargo bay.

           You follow him down. “You hired me Mando! Not the fucking other way around!”

           Mando busies himself by checking the integrity of ship. Making sure there are no visible signs of damage to the ship’s hull.

           “Where have you been?” You ask.

           “Sorgan, Tatooine. Eventually the kid is found.”

           “You took something Mando. You’ll always be on the run. We can’t stay in space forever. I mean, I’d love to, but we need to land. Find food, find shelter.”

           “And your option is Endor?”

           “Our only option is Endor.”

           Mando looks at you. He glances over your body frame once. “Who’s there?”

           “It doesn’t matter,” you say defensively.

           He takes one step closer to you. “Who’s there?”

           “No one is there! And no one will know we are there. It’s out of the way.” You hiss.

           “You never know.” Mando retorts. “You aren’t the one running away. You aren’t the fugitive.” He pauses, looking at you through his helmet. “Last time, kyramud. Who’s there?”

           You’re surprised by him calling you a killer in the Mando’a language. He’s less than a couple of inches from you and you can feel the warmth of his body. You know his heart is steady whereas yours is racing inside your chest. You look at his helmeted head. “You hired me beroya! I say Endor, we go. To. Endor.” You emphasize Endor by pointing at him, your finger pressing down on the beskar metal of his chest plate. You walk towards the ladder leading to the cockpit. “I will fly us in.”

           Mando moves to the ladder quickly. “No one else touches the controls.”

           “Too bad Mando.” You sneer. “I’ll get us down to the surface. Nothing to be afraid of.”

           Mando watches you climb the ladder. He hears the kid coo loudly.

           “He’s a stubborn one, isn’t he?” Your voice airy.

           The child coos again a couple of times.

           Mando hears you laugh. The sound of your light laugh is a sweet melody to his ears. He wouldn’t mind hearing play on repeat. He lets go of the ladder at the thought. He hasn’t teamed with anyone in ages yet here you are, flying his ship, controlling where he goes. He turns away from the ladder, trying to distract himself from the thoughts of your laugh, from the thoughts of someone else flying his beloved Razor Crest.

Resigned to Fate - Chapter Three

Warnings: none I’m aware of

Word count: 2k

Author’s note: never written for Star Wars universe but with The Mandalorian figured why not; Y/H/C – your hair color, Y/E/C – your eye color; thank you for reading!!!

You’re back on the planet where you had first seen the Mandalorian. Mykel had given you a few days off to rest and relax since you had been doing your job for close to five months. After your second run in with the armored warrior you hadn’t seen him since. He never returned for your boss’ new hire who replaced Orval. He never returned for you.

           You walk into the same tavern where fate began intertwining your life and the Manadalorian’s together. You wonder where he could be, but also hoped he was far away, collecting bounties elsewhere.

           The barkeep pours you a drink and slides it across to you. “Where you been?”

           “Job.” You slide him a coin.

           The barkeep leans over and whispers, “someone’s been asking for you.”

           You raise your eyebrows. “Who?”

           “The Mandalorian. He came back a couple of months ago. It was the same one you helped. Wanted to know if I had seen you around before.”

           “What you tell him?”

           “Nothing.”

           You knew he wanted more coin. You slip him two.

           The barkeep smiles, taking the coin. “You were a regular. Kept to yourself. Always had your sword. Ordered the same drink.”

           “Anything else?”

           The barkeep shakes his head. “No.”

           Your hand touches the blaster on your right hip. You itch to unholster it and press it against the man’s neck. “What. Else.”

           “He wanted to know your name.”

           You sigh lightly. The barkeep didn’t know your name. “That’s all?”

           “Yes.”

           “Has he been back?”

           “No.” The barkeep answers, pulling away from you.

           You grab your drink and head over to an empty table in a darkened corner. The light chatter and smell of stale beer doesn’t faze you as you drink the liquid slowly. The taste is sweet against your tongue. You don’t want to drink it too fast because the amount of alcohol in it would cause you to get drunk off one glass. You always took sips of it over the course of a few hours. You liked being in the tavern, you enjoyed people watching most of all.

           A couple of hours slip by and your glass is half empty when a shadow engulfs your table. You look up, and it’s him. You eye the barkeep who’s talking to a group of men, pouring them drinks. He had to have told the Mandalorian you were here.

           You keep your eyes on the table and take a slow sip of the liquid. Once it hits your stomach you begin to say, “what are you doing here?”

           “I was tipped off you were here.”

           “How much you pay him?”

           “It doesn’t matter.”

           You roll your eyes. You motion to the empty chair across from you. “Might as well join me.” Your voice laced with irritation.

           The Mandalorian takes a seat across from you. “I didn’t mean to upset you the last time we saw each other.”

           You take note of his new beskar metal chest plate. Wondering what kind of bounty he had to have turned in to get that much of a reward. “You made me think of a past I want to forget. A past I don’t want to talk about.”

           “Understood. But will you answer my question of who you are?”

           “You know my name. That’s all you need to know.”

           “There aren’t many people who carry swords. It’s either blasters, rifles. Lightsabers.”

           You knew he was trying to get a reaction out of you. You remain silent, put on your best poker face. 

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