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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Bee I fuckin' love you.

This made me giggle so hard. Thank you my love 💙

I'll up the ante for the next part 😈

Allure

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem!Reader Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.1K Content Warnings: Thar be monsterfucking ahead (Din is an alien here), sex pollen/pheromone influence (but consensual), mentions of crazy alien biology for pointless plot and because I'm a nerd, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Notes: This is a birthday request/gift to @hardc0rehaylz! Hope you enjoy, birthday girl 💙 Reader has the nickname "Miss Fortune" but I tried to avoid any other descriptors.

Something was wrong with you.

For the past week you’d begun waking up overheated, sheets stained from sweat and messy drenched underwear, and you’d wondered if you were having some really good dreams that you just weren’t remembering but never had it been a week straight consistently. The only saving grace was that your new traveling companions, Mando and Grogu, were in the crew bunks while you had your soundproofed Captain’s quarters.

You couldn’t begin to imagine the quick death you’d be given for potentially “corrupting” the child.

Taking on the armored bounty hunter and his green pollywog as a crew hadn’t been in your plans but he had promised good pay and Peli was able to modify the star fighter port on your ship to fit his N-1 without an issue. A scrapper and a bounty hunter, the pair of you were definitely something and as much as his quiet demeanor had been kind of off-putting at the start you’d gotten to know his body language pretty well.

The kid was cute too, so that was always a plus.

You let out the softest sound of annoyance before getting up, taking the coldest shower you could since you were set to land today and drop off some of the higher value scrap stored in the hull. It would have been nice to be able to take care of yourself but that just wasn’t in the cards, instead you willed that ache away as best you could under the ice cold spray. A fresh two-piece flightsuit was thrown on over your compression leggings and thermal top –it wasn’t exactly warm in space, even with environmental controls- and after tugging on your boots you made your way toward the bridge.

You noticed Mando and Grogu sitting in the lounge area, the pollywog was playing with that little metal ball you saw him with constantly while the armored hunter was looking over your spare datapad with electronic schematics in it. His old ship was pre-Empire so he struggled with some of the repairs on yours, his way of chipping in was to handle minor fixes for you since he’d paid to install a mobile carbonite unit, so he’d been determined to learn what he could.

But watching him sit up straighter, the way his shoulders practically jumped, made you pause. His helmet turned slowly toward you and it almost came across as a bashful gesture.

“Mando? You okay there?” His shoulders drooped as he nodded and you decided to ignore his weird behavior, since there was no chance in the Maker that he’d ever actually tell you what was wrong with him. Instead you hit the bridge and double checked the coordinates and autopilot settings, your astromech was in the process of repairs and waiting for you back at the Guild headquarters so everything was manual for now, and Mando was lucky that he could do the calculations in his head after nearly destroying Belt.

You sat down in your seat and smiled when you heard Mando’s heavy steps take the gunners chair, he’d deferred to your flying after a particularly nasty dogfight you’d won while soaring through an asteroid field. With you in the pilot’s seat and him in the gunner chair no other scrappers or smugglers had been able to bully Lady Luck away from a haul again. Added to the repairs and modifications Mando helped fund, after you were introduced to the stubborn and charming –in her own way- Peli Motto, your light freighter was a bounty hunter and scrapper’s dream.

Neither of you spoke as you navigated through the energy barricades, landing in your designated dock at the spaceport, and you waved to a few of the usual attendants after opening the cargo doors so they could begin unloading. Jaxom waved at you and an amused smile crossed the Toydarian’s face as Mando walked just behind you, very close to your back, but your eyes landed on the numerous Jawa convoys that were here to buy up what they could.

The little scavengers weren’t unusual here but they were known to try and steal right out of fresh drops, luckily for you the loading and unloading crews weren’t amateurs.

“Welcome back, Miss Fortune, I already see several high credit items being unloaded as we speak and am quite eager to see what you might’ve brought home.” You shrugged Jaxom’s arm off your shoulder and playfully punched the Guild Coordinator in the arm. His flirting wasn’t anything serious but you still discouraged it where you could, you did not want to give him the idea that you’d ever accept his company.

“Hands to yourself Jax, I know where them mitts of yours have been.”

“You wound me, but I suppose you’re right, I keep telling you not to assume the Hutts aren’t good lovers.”

“Yuck, no fuckin’ way you disgusting slug licker. Is Belt repaired yet?” You nearly buckled at the sudden touch of Mando’s gloved hand on your lower back as he moved beside you, the heat that shot through your body almost made you fall into him, and your everything responded enthusiastically to the contact. Jaxom looked between the two of you and his hands rose in a placating gesture before he stepped aside to go count up your haul, leaving you to head into the workshop where Belt greeted you with a cheerful chime.

The entire walk you had Mando’s hand on you, the heat of it practically radiating through his glove, and as much as you wanted to him ask why he was doing that your tongue had felt like it was swollen and you were almost wondering if anyone could see the effect it had on you.

Belt chimed and the BB-2 unit rolled over toward you with a cheerful little cry, you crouched down and immediately hugged him close. With Mando’s hand off your back there was just enough of a sharpness that returned to you, something was definitely wrong but you couldn’t run a health scan quite yet.

“Belt, look at you, lookin’ real good now. Mando promised not to try and shoot you again, okay? So if he tries anything let me know right away.” The droid hummed and its head shifted to look up into the dark visor, then back to you, before Belt chirped and whistled in agreement. You couldn’t help but smile when Grogu whined and reached for the droid, he’d devloped a quick attachment after all, but it was even cuter as Mando set the child on Belt’s dome head and the droid rolled after the armored hunter with Grogu on him.

You bit your cheek to avoid laughing and waved to Grogu, heading for the cantina for a drink and to meet with Jaxom for your pay as Belt followed Mando back onto Lady Luck. The fact that getting distance from Mando made that strange heat burning under your skin dissipate a little didn’t really clock you as strange, even though it should have, and Jaxom watched the door as you walked in as if waiting for the bounty hunter to follow.

After being grilled about when you’d started sleeping with the tin can –which you hadn’t, even if you wanted to- Jaxom finally paid you and sent you on your way. Mando had two bounties on planets nearby so once refueling was done you were set to leave, your steps were light and you were ready to just lock yourself back in your room for some relief when you stepped into the hull and were nearly bowled over by the sharp spicy musk that practically permeated everything. Your knees trembled and you did go down, after the hull doors closed at least, while you struggled to breathe past the thick air.

Heavy footsteps made you look up and Mando uttered a soft curse, scooping you up with one arm as the other rested just below your ass like a seat as he pressed you against his body and hurried toward your cabin.

“Mando?”

You had a thousand and one questions but your tongue refused to work, everything was starting to feel fuzzy, and Mando continued to utter curses as he set you into your bunk and disappeared. The thick air seemed to follow him, your room suddenly felt too small and your skin was too hot, hurriedly you began to fumble with your flight suit to just get it off. It was like you couldn’t breathe all of a sudden, everything was too tight and your clothes felt itchy and uncomfortable.

“Easy, hey, wait-“

Mando’s return was quiet and the door closed behind him, his hands stilling your movements, and that helmet was practically burning through you.

“You’re okay, it’s not- it’s me, this is my fault.”

“What is it?”

Your voice was hoarse as if you’d been screaming, you felt so thirsty, and Mando took your wrists in one hand before he made you drink from the canteen on his belt.

“My… my species releases pheromones, but they’re not- they become solid for up to an hour on contact with certain atmospheric gasses. Gasses very highly concentrated on this planet. I had to- the kid and the droid are in the bridge and they know not to come out, once we get into the air the pheromones will break down and get recycled out.” He sounded bashful, terrified even, as he explained it to you. The idea that he wasn’t human had occurred to you but not enough to make you linger on it for too long, he looked plenty human and didn’t have lekku popping out of his helmet or horn indents like a Zabrak would need, so learning he was actually not human was only a touch of a surprise.

Mando’s gloved thumb brushed your lower lip, the buttery smooth material catching on your dry skin and you felt that heat return, calling to him. Your soft whimper led to him pressing just a touch harder to your lips, his head tilting just slightly and you clenched your thighs at the gesture because the heat was back. You fel tlike you were burning from the inside but now you knew, it wasn’t the kind of fever you’d suspected.

“So- so y’like turn me on by your pheromones?”

“Only if- only if you’re interested too. It’s- it only takes if you’re also interested in me, somehow it recognizes the biochemical signs of attraction and lust in other species. Otherwise you’d just be sneezing until my mating season ends.”

“Mating- like… like kids?”

“Yes.”

“Not exactly looking to have kids yet, if at all, Mando. It’s why I’ve got an implant.”

“I do too, an implant I mean and I know it works, but my body still thinks- it’s biological to ensure the species continues.”

Your head still felt fuzzy but it wasn’t as bad as before and you found yourself staring into that dark visor wondering, his explanation implied that he could tell you were at least interested in him but not if it went the other way or if you just were the only one in a certain area that was even present to react.

“Does it- why are Belt and Grogu confined to the bridge?” You abandoned your first train of thought, not sure if you wanted to find out that he didn’t want you, instead you focused on the other things going on.

“I don’t want either one of them to suffer any adverse effects, Belt’s internal systems create heat and it might cause the solidified pheromones to gunk up inside his system and the kid is- well we don’t know his species at all. I also- I didn’t want them to hear if… if you wanted help.” The way he grew quiet, nervous, was like lightning down your spine; he was still pinning your arms in place but not in a way that felt threatening.

He wanted you, which honestly just blew you away because he’d never made a sign before, but something was making him hold back.

“Why- why do you sound scared? Are we going to struggle with this if I want you to stay?”

Mando swallowed thickly, so loud you could hear it through the vocoder, and finally he exhaled a heavy breath.

“I only know about this because, well, back when I was at the covert there was another Mandalorian I unintentionally… he reacted to my pheromones.”

“He? Does your species-“

“Sequential hermaphroditism, bidirectional. Depending on the genetic identification of the potential partner my species will… our genitals will change. I have a working set of reproductive organs that are both male and female, but being born male my usual state of being is male and it’s what I identify as.” You blinked and the influx of new information made you struggle against his hands, the hunter letting you go and flinching when you captured one of his hands in yours as you sat up.

“Talk to me, Mando, what happened.”

“He found out- he found out about me and what I was and rejected me. Publicly, at that, before choosing to fight me. Paz was- he was always larger, more strength in close combat than me, and had the Armorer not intervened he may have been able to overpower me and remove my helmet.” The fact that someone who -if what Mando had told you was completely accurate- had some attraction to Mando was even willing to go that far, to beat the brakes off him, infuriated you. He was scared of being rejected, again, and you squeezed his hand in yours.

The gesture made the air grow thick again, your vision blurring a little, but you situated yourself right in his lap after pushing him to sit on your bed.

“I’m not rejecting you, Mando, I want this. You. But only if you want it too-“

His helmet pressed into your forehead, interrupting you with the gesture, the slur of your voice fading into a whine as those large hands of his moved to hold your hips in place and stop you from grinding into his lap.

“You don’t know how long I have wanted this, mesh’la. But you- you deserve-“

“Don’t you fucking start with that, I don’t care what you think I deserve. It’s about what I want you karking idiot.” To emphasize your statement you tapped your forehead against his helmet and tugged on his cowl, looking right where you were sure his eyes were behind that dark visor. Everything was heightened, the feeling of his hands on you and the sharp need that was burning between your legs, you could see the flecks of soft fuzz in the air, and your tongue tasted sweet as he growled behind that bucket of his.

Clearly your insistence that you wanted him was making him release more of those pheromones.

“I’m going to wreck this needy little cunt, I’m going to be the only one able to fuck you the way you need.” There was threat, promise, and desire all wrapped into that one statement and you tugged harder at his cowl to reveal the tanned skin hidden underneath; he moaned long and loud as you gave into your immediate desire to sink your teeth into that newly revealed skin and leave a sign of your claim. You pulled back just enough to tell him to do something, anything, because your skin felt like it was on fire.

“Mando-“

“Din, my name is Din Djarin, and I’m going to have you screaming it.”

“We’ll see about-“

Your challenge excited him, obviously, if the sudden tearing of fabric was an indicator. The chill of air between your legs made you jolt and pull away from his neck, which also gave Din the advantage he needed to shove you off his lap, and before you could even try to pin him down the hunter was on the move. You backed up as your pride screamed to give him a challenge, a chase, but those damn pheromones made your knees weak.

He captured you in his arms with a low chuckle before dragging you back toward him and you yelped when he spun you around so suddenly, his gloved hand dragging through your wet folds as he shoved your upper body over the pull-out table in your room. You keened at the sensation of his gloved fingers on your skin, trying to struggle but his grip on your wrists was firm as he held them against your lower back, and he used his free hand to hold your legs and maneuver his shoulders between them leaving you fully exposed to him as he crouched behind you.

“That’s it, mesh’la, look at you dripping for me. Don’t try to look.” His warning made you shiver but the hiss of pneumatic pressure releasing followed by the hot breath of air on your exposed cunt was enough to make you keen. You hadn’t realized he’d ripped through the multiple layers you were wearing, the fact that he was strong enough to do so only made you throb, and the clatter of metal was the only warning you got before he began truly devouring you.

It took no time for you to realize his tongue was textured, and not like a human, but not in a way that was painful; it was strange but it felt good, really good as he licked through your folds and stopped to circle your clit. The long, wide, stroke made you moan shamelessly into the tabletop as your floor muscles tried to tighten and relax all at once between the impending orgasm and your body’s desire to take more of him. Every slurp, every suckle, and every touch of his mouth was a rocketing you closer and closer to a dazzling end; it had been cycles since a partner had made you orgasm in bed and your chest heaved as you tried to rock back even a little against his face.

Every breath you took was thick, the air spicy and musky, and your head was spinning in the best way as more and more wetness your body made was lapped up like a massiff with a meiluroon. It was to the point that you couldn’t even close your mouth, his name was a prayer and a plea on your lips as you squirmed with your cheek pressed into the flat surface.

The rasp of facial hair, the low moans of delight from Din vibrating against your body, and the feeling of his leather clad fingers pressing into the skin of your ass with his thumb holding you open wider for him was overwhelming and yet not enough. Your body tightened when his thumb dragged down, his grip on your wrists tightening, and as he used his thumb to circle your clit with that buttery soft leather it was like explosions under your skin.

Everything tightened up and you wailed his name as your orgasm slammed through you, writhing against the sensation as he continued to drink you down, and you were so sensitive that he quickly pushed you into a second orgasm that left you drooling a little from the intensity. Between the hazy pheromones and the endorphins now flooding your system you were pliant as he let your hands go, helmet returned to his head, and Din chuckled softly behind you before you heard the unmistakable sound of his bandolier being set aside.

Din didn’t take off much, you caught a glimpse of his fauld and tasset on the floor, before you heard the zipper sound as he freed himself from his flight suit; he kept you on the table, this time taking your hands and holding them both above your head, and you whimpered when you felt the slick glide of him between your thighs. How you had assumed he’d have a human cock, since he’d proven to be very alien outside of a generally human skin tone and frame, was beyond you so feeling the extra ridges and not quite human shape along his shaft as he slicked himself up with your body left you shivering.

The heat was back and your body was practically leaking at this point, you needed him to fuck you more than you needed to breathe, your tongue felt thick and swollen but you didn’t care how slurred and lust drunk you sounded.

“Din, please Din ‘m so wet- need your cock. Please-“

“That’s it, mesh’la, sound so fucking pretty begging for me.”

Your pleas turned into a sharp inhale and a deep moan from somewhere in your chest as Din’s cock finally pressed between your lips and into your body, it felt so good that your eyes rolled back and a full body shiver made you tense up around him, all while your body stretched deliciously for him. You couldn’t exactly picture what his dick looked like based off the feel but it was alien, he was throbbing inside of you, and that dull heat roared to life as you began trying to squirm.

“Please fuck me- shit, Din please-!”

Your eyes clenched shut as you fought, attempting to get some sort of friction, and Din snarled behind you as he pressed more weight onto your hands and thrust down into your body so deep it felt like he was punching through you. At his base he felt bulbous, the squelch of sound that accompanied him pulling himself back echoed in the room from how wet you were, and the head of him was flatter with a flare to it that kept him from pulling out of you entirely before he was filling you again.

That roaring heat was consuming, your skin hot under the layers of clothes you were both still wearing, and each time he filled you Din’s raspy moans and breathy exhales echoed through his vocoder along with a string of filth. Your own attempts at speech were reduced to pitiful whines or long moans, your fingers flexing as Din held you where he wanted you.

“Maker you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet-“

The slap of skin on skin was only made more noticeable by the slick noises when he filled you deep and your coordination was all fucked up because of the pheromones so all you could do was lay there and writhe against him.

“Your little cunt was made for me, mesh’la.”

“Y-yes Din, s’yours-!”

You agreement made him release your hands and pull you up, one large hand now spread across the center of your collar as his other arm was banded across your waist since your legs were useless at this point, and even now you fumbled to try and get leverage somewhere. You brought one of your hands up to grip his cowl as your other hand fumbled along the outer seam of your body to feel the shape of him.

Your breath jumped when you felt one of the ridges you’d touched flex and you threw your head back when that part of him slipped out of you and up along your seam, the end of it was also flat but at an angle with a divot of some kind and Din shuddered as you touched the tip of it before he captured your free hand and held it flat against your own chest.

“Let me- I’ll cum too soon if you do that.”

You wailed when that appendage found your clit, the divot resting against your swollen bud, and you could have sworn it was sucking with the sudden and overwhelming sensation that made every muscle in your body tighten up as stars exploded behind your eyelids. You’d never come so hard, every part of your body was tingling like it had fallen asleep from the tips of your toes to your scalp, and the wet splatter of your release on the floor made Din snarl as he continued to fuck up into you.

“Din- ‘s too much I can’t-“

“One more, one fucking more, then I’m going to fill this little cunt. I know you can do it.”

Your body was powerless to resist, and the fact that he was fucking you while standing up with your legs basically reduced to wet noodles was enough to make your cunt spam one last time before Din was humping you as he rode out his own release. Your legs were weak when he began to loosen his grip, making you grab his cowl and arm for support, and Din walked you the few steps over to your bunk before he pulled you against him and used his cloak like a blanket to cover where the two of you were still joined.

“Sleep, mesh’la, rest. I’ll be here.”

You wondered if the pheromones could also cause you to sleep, or if he’d just fucked you out so good that you were exhausted, but your eyelids drooped and as you did slip into dreamland you heard him whispering something in a language you didn’t understand and you smiled knowing that he’d be here when you woke up.

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Bee.

Bee please.

You're incredible, this is AMAZING. The textures, lighting, shading, reflections, all of it is so good!

“You know that place between sleep and awake, that place where you still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting.”

32.5 hours in Procreate

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Bee 💙

I'm coming back for a part two, I promise, don't be mad at meeeee.

I love youuuu.

Like a Good Neighbor

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Rating: E (Explicit, Minors DNI)

Possible Warnings/Triggers: Mention of possible suicide (not actual)

Word Count: 6K

Notes: This is for @writer-wednesday but we're going to pretend this isn't a day late, please and thank 💙

It was a quiet night in for you, or at least it was supposed to be but you were still getting texts from your boss about the stomach bug that swept your place of employment and led to several added shifts already, and you sank heavily into your computer chair with a sigh before staring blankly at the open document on your monitor. It was supposed to be a night rife with actual writing being accomplished, a night where your writer’s block was banished and you managed to actually put the beginnings of a story onto pages, but you had nothing. Five straight days of day dreaming at work, tons of notes hastily sent as emails to yourself from your phone, and you couldn’t get a damn thing on the page.

You closed your eyes with a deep inhale and exhale, trying to remember what your best friend Queenie had always said about ‘clearing your mind’ but it didn’t help. You didn’t need to clear your mind, you needed to conjure the words you wanted on the damn page. Find the little images and scenes you’d created and work them into something so that you didn’t feel like you’d wasted time drifting away for nothing.

Scrolling through your e-mail to read over your notes, trying to come up with something, you hit the blurb about “high fantasy, secret royal, demon?” and grinned as the little light bulb finally turned on and you didn’t hesitate to set the best background sound for when you were in the zone before getting to work.

If there hadn’t been a break in your background noise you never would have heard it, the odd sound of water dripping onto something soft, and it was distracting enough that you took off your headphones to listen. The apartment complex was old, there were plenty of things the building maintenance guys were always fixing up between tenants instead of shutting the whole place down temporarily, so weird noises sort of came with the rental contract in a way.

You turned your head to look toward the hallway between the living space and the bedroom and bathroom only to see water raining down from the glass bulb light fixture in your hallway. It took your brain a few moments to process what you were seeing, the dome shaped fixture was one that you often forgot was even there since you rarely ever used it but even you -for all your lack of knowledge about fixing or repairing anything- knew that wasn’t right.

When the wheels in your brain finally kicked back on -because holy shit your light fixture was leaking water- it was like a mad scramble started as you threw open the cabinet and grabbed the massive stock pot from inside to prevent further water damage to the carpet, snatching up three extra towels and dropping them down to absorb as much as you could because you were not losing your security deposit over this and Bethany was a total shark when she wanted to be.

“Slippers are in the bedroom, you ding dong, go knock on the neighbor’s door, call building maintenance. Fuck what is even happening right now?” You had to go around the stock pot awkwardly and grab your slippers, emergency or not the cement hallways were kind of gross and just no way were you doing that barefoot. But you paused at the bathroom door, the fluorescent light fixture was also filled with water and leaking down right onto your bathroom floor.

“Son of a-“ You grabbed your next biggest pot and shoved that in the bathroom with a spare blanket since you had no more towels and uttered curses as you snatched your phone from your desk and dialed up the emergency maintenance line while darting up the stairs and banging loudly on the door to 604. The flat of your fist on the metal door echoed in the hall and you shivered slightly from the chill, there were times that you hated having a building that had outdoor staircases and hallways and this was one of them.

“Hey 584, what’s going on?” Kieran didn’t remember names, he remembered apartment numbers, and you shivered as you tried to knock louder than you already were. This was definitely not at all what you’d ever thought you’d be dealing with tonight. Or ever, for that matter, your apartment lights were literally raining on your parade.

“My hallway light fixture and bathroom light fixture are leaking water, I think s-something happened in 604’s place.” The sound of the man getting out of bed was pretty loud through the phone, out of all the emergency maintainers you were lucky it was Kieran and not Ed that had picked up since the latter was the type to ignore the problem until his morning shift started if it wasn’t life threatening.

“Do me a favor and find out if 583 and 585 are getting it too, I’m on my way and if 604 doesn’t answer I’m going to need you to call 911.” You felt that chill of panic run through you, it hadn’t even remotely occurred to you about possibly needing to call 911 and Kieran must have noticed by your loud exhale.

“Hey, 584, listen to me. It might be nothing, yea? But it’s better safe than sorry, I’ll be there in ten minutes. Go to 583 and 585 and find out if they’re also getting leaking too.” You nodded and then murmured your confirmation, hanging up and trying once more to loudly get 604’s attention. There was nothing, no answer and no sound of anyone moving around inside the apartment either.

“Fuck- shit this is the worst.” You hurried down to 583, keeping an ear out for the door above you just in case, and the door snapped open and nearly clocked you from how fast it swung outward.

“What?!”

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mrs. Parke, but I had to ask if you were getting any water leaking out of your upper light fixtures? My hallway and bathroom light fixtures are drenching my place and Kieran asked me to check with you and 585 too.” The old woman adjusted the fabric wrap around her neon pink hair and milk could have curdled from how sour her expression was as she stomped back into her place to look around. As she reached the door again she sneered in an unpleasant way, her wrinkled face curling up into an ugly scowl.

“No, no water here, I’m going back to bed.” The door slammed shut and you shivered before hurrying to 583 despite the tears of frustration and anger burning at your eyes, it wasn’t like you wanted to wake her up but it had been something Kieran asked you to do and he was right to want to be thorough. You knocked on 583’s door and shivered again as you rubbed your upper arms to work some warmth into them and you thought maybe the other tenant wasn’t home until you heard the lock slide open and the door opened toward you.

For all of five seconds your brain went quiet, nothing but static as the curious and cautious face of 583 stared back at you, you had never met the man personally before and only ever seen him here or there when he was getting his son into the side car on his bike or coming in from a grocery run. He was a lot more handsome up close and the man opened his door a fraction wider.

“Are you okay? You’re 584, right?” You nodded hurriedly when you realized you’d been just staring blankly at the man and hastened to not look like some sort of weirdo, first official meeting and he probably already thought you were a freak.

“Yes, uh, that’s me! 584. Listen I, uh, my light fixtures in the bathroom and the hallway are leaking water and Kieran asked me to check in with you and 583. I’m sorry to bother you this late-“

“Leaking water? Hang on, let me check. Do you- it’s chilly, would you like to come inside?” He stepped back and you shivered before shaking your head, offering an apologetic smile that he took as a dismissal, but he left his door open. You stared at the little baby walker and resisted the urge to smile, his son was definitely a cutie from what you’d seen, and soon the man returned with a shake of the head.

“No water here, Kieran on his way?”

“Yes, I’ve already reached out. I’m going to try knocking on 604 again, if he doesn’t answer I’m just going to call 911 so-“

“Hang on, here.” The leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, somehow it was still impossibly warm, and you hoped he couldn’t tell how flustered you were. The move was almost possessive but also gentlemanly.

“Thanks so much, 585-“

“Din, my name is Din Djarin. If you need anything just knock, I’ll be up for another hour at least.”

“Right, Din, thank for this.” You introduced yourself and then hurried up the stairs, knocking on 604 again before sending a voice note to Kieran that 583 and 585 were fine and that you were the only one with the problem. The audio clip that came back made you shiver under the weight of the leather.

“Call 911 if you don’t have an answer please, I have to stop by Ed’s place since he took the tool kit for plumbing problems home.” You swallowed thickly and shifted foot to foot before dialing the emergency line.

“911 what’s your emergency?”

“Hi yes, I’m calling because my apartment is being flooded from the floor above me and nobody is answering the door. I don’t know if anyone is actually home or not but-” You choked back the sudden panic at the idea that maybe someone in there was home but that they’d either gotten hurt or were…

“I absolutely understand, thank you for reaching out to us. I have your location and I’m sending a car out now. Have you tried the door handle, is it unlocked?”

It felt strange being asked that, you didn’t like go around testing your neighbor’s doors or anything, and you almost went to argue against trying it until you reminded yourself this could be a matter of life and death. Your hand gripped the metal handle and you shivered again.

“No but I’m checking now- it’s unlocked.” Your gut churned with dread and the air whooshed out of your lungs when you pulled and the door slid open, the lights were on and that made every hair on your body stand up. You relayed this to the 911 dispatcher and her voice was so soft when she spoke again.

“Are you comfortable entering the premises?”

No, you weren’t, one-thousand percent you weren’t but the idea that your nerves could lead to a really bad outcome pushed you into the entry hall.

“I’m in the hall.” You were whispering now, just in case, and peeked around the corner to see just an empty space. Just a TV on the floor, a milk crate and an overturned cardboard box, one pair of boots against the wall, and nothing else.

“H-hello?” You called out into the room and your hands shook as you waited for any kind of a reply, hell even if 604 came out demanding to know what was going on you’d accept being screamed at if even to get rid of the nausea and fear churning in your belly. Din’s call of your name was soft and you turned to see him in loose gray sweatpants and a tight-fitting V neck, but in his hands was a handgun.

“Just in case, stay here okay?” You nodded and watched Din stride into the room, confident and sure in every step as his voice carried through the echoing space.

“My-my neighbor just went in and he is armed, he’s checking the r-room and bathroom now.”

“Police officers are on the way and so is an ambulance-“

“Nobody’s here.” Din’s voice carried and you relayed it to the dispatcher, mainly so she could call off the police and ambulance, and after a short back and forth of her gathering your information and the apartment building’s information to relay to the officers you ended the call and looked up at Din as he looked around the space.

“Nothing? Where the hell is 604 then?”

“No idea, but it looks like his toilet valve got busted up.”

“Which I can fix tonight, thank you both.” Kieran waved through his exhaustion and you followed Din out, heading back to your apartments.

“Thank you, Din, for doing that. I was- fuck I was terrified.” What would you have even been able to do on your own if there was a problem? Really the man had saved your ass by coming back up.

“No need to thank me, the second I realized you’d gone into the apartment I knew that it could get ugly and I wasn’t going to let you get hurt. How’s your place?” You paused and debated for all of a few seconds, he’d proven to be at least a little more trustworthy than you had thought and you gestured for him to follow you into your apartment. He scanned the room and landed on the almost full stockpot, your grunt of effort to pick the thing up turning to a surprised wheeze as he took it from you and dumped it in the tub.

“Hold this here, I’m going to open the fixture and that should at least prevent anymore damage to the ceiling.” You held the stockpot for him and Din carefully twisted the glass bulb until it came loose and water sloshed over the lip into the pot, he dumped the rest in and you set the pot down as the steady drip continued. The towels on the floor were drenched though and squishing under your feet, leaving you to heavy a sigh and tend to the pot in the bathroom first.

The sheet in there was drenched too, the frustration finally leaking over as you tried so hard not to just sob, your hiccuping breaths and sniffles filling the space as you stood there and just looked up at the wet fixture.

“Easy now, it’s okay, this isn’t your fault. Let’s get this off too.” The man you’d only just met was far too patient, gentle, with you as he had you hold his phone with the flashlight on so he could see what he was doing and the man angled the square case toward the tub and dumped the water out with a loud splash. He kept the fixture covers off, instead setting them aside so that the water didn’t pool up again, and steered you out of the wet mess before opening his arms for a hug that you didn’t even hesitate to take at this point.

The fear, the anger, the frustration, and disbelief all bubbled over into sobs that soaked his tee shirt and the man didn’t once tell you to stop. He just held you against him with one hand on the back of your head and the other cupping your side as every emotion in you was finally expelled out.

Low tapping made you sniffle and pull away, wiping your eyes as you let Kieran into the apartment, and the maintenance man offered an apologetic noise as he surveyed the mess of sopping wet towels in the hallway.

“I’ve mopped up as much of the water from upstairs as I could so the leaking should hopefully slow down, if not stop, soon. I made sure to grab a lot of spare sheets I can throw down so you can wash your towels once I get them in here and I’ll be in with a steam cleaner and water extractor tomorrow afternoon for the carpet once I let Bethany know about everything. We’re going to have to keep an eye on your ceiling and walls but Ed is going to be tearing into the wall upstairs tomorrow to check for any residual issues and to prevent molding.” You nodded as Kieran excused himself to get the things he needed and sighed, wiping your eyes and glancing back at Din before nearly panicking as he began picking up your drenched sheets and towels for you.

The wet splat of them landing in the tub made you shift nervously on the carpet, your slippers already wet too from standing on the drenched towels before.

“Alright, here hang on.” Kieran’s return was with two massive buckets and each one had coils of heavy rope inside of them, the sheets bundled up on his back. You went to help but both Din and Kieran waved you off, the bathroom mopped up fine since the floor was tiled anyway, but your hallway had layers of sheets weighted down with the ropes to make sure that the water did absorb into the fabric rather than just sit in the carpet fibers. The buckets replaced your stockpot and pot, which went to the kitchen so you could wash them, and Kieran offered a wave and a promise that he had your back if Bethany tried to use this against you as he left.

The squeak of leather as you shifted made you look down and you realized you were still wearing Din’s jacket, hurrying to remove it since that was clearly why he’d been hanging around, and the man accepted it back before capturing your hand in his and smiling at you in a way that made your heartbeat race.

“I’ve got an early morning so I can’t stay much longer but if 604 tries to give you problems or Bethany tries anything don’t hesitate to let me know.” You blinked once before nodding, earning a smile from the man that was more like just the subtle lift of his lips but it was enough to send your heart into overdrive. Even after he left you could only just stand and stare at your door for a minute, you couldn’t for the life of you think about how he’d escaped your notice all this time.

It could’ve been that you usually only ever saw him with his helmet on, it wasn’t the typical biker style helmet but you knew it was Kevlar with a metal layer over it only because you’d seen the article about their release and the high safety rating, so the helmet was pretty unique just to him. Blinking out of your thoughts and sighing, wondering if maybe you were just being silly because it had been a while, your legs carried you away from the room after saving and closing your document.

There was no way you could focus on writing now and the weight of his leather on your arms felt like it was still there, the musky scent of cologne and something spicy lingering on your skin, and you went right for the drawer of toys to relieve the burning arousal beginning to make its presence known.

It was only after you'd eased that ache that you thought yourself strange for being able to do something like that after the night you had, but in the words of your best friends "when you're feeling down an orgasm can make things a little better".

It was like she was everywhere and Din was going to go crazy.

Ever since their first official meeting, outside awkward waving and nods before then, he was basically seeing her all over the place. Typing away at her laptop at the café by the garage was the most frequent, which just meant she had to work nearby, and he’d nearly dropped a wrench at the realization that she worked nearby. Din couldn’t help but be drawn to her like a moth to a flame, he’d always thought she was pretty but the sight of her in his jacket had just been enough to fan the burn of interest he had for her.

It was becoming a distraction. Especially when he realized she went to the same gym that he did, having Paz make fun of him for his distraction had been the proof he needed that she was intruding on his routine and yet he wanted more. So Din decided to find a way to talk to her again, spotting her unloading groceries from her car one afternoon on his day off, and he left Grogu to his play pen to head downstairs.

“Need a hand?” He felt bad when she jumped a little but her smile stretched wide as she stepped aside, letting him grab the last three grocery bags and close the trunk of her car for her, but Din waited for her to lead him up the steps and into her place. Now that it had been a little over a week the sheets and rope were gone, her carpets looked spotless actually and he had to guess that came from the steam cleaning Kieran had done.

“How’s the wall doing? Any problems from the water?” He couldn’t see any bubbling or mold signs, which was a lot of dumb luck really, but he also hadn’t heard a peep from 604 either.

“None, thank goodness. Kieran and Ed said that most of what got wet was insulation they could just take out of the wall and replace.” Din was honestly happy to hear that she wasn’t dealing with any other complications and handed off the bags for her to take and set on the kitchen floor.

“Any updates on 604? I haven’t heard a peep from them.” Her eyes shifted up and he frowned when she shook her head, it wasn’t like everyone in the building were best friends but he’d thought someone would have answers of some kind of that Bethany would’ve at least said something by now.

But his eyes found her stove clock and he realized he had to get working on dinner and he couldn’t quite help himself.

“I’ve gotta get working on dinner, sorry. Would you- I can set up a second plate?” He watched your eyes widen a fraction and the way your throat bobbed before you shook your head and gestured to the bags of flour and sugar.

“I have a lot of baking to do tonight, so I’m going to just eat something quick but… rain check?” It wasn’t a no, it was a later, and Din was going to take it.

“Sure, rain check.”

He felt like an idiot but he couldn’t help it. Din shrugged off the coverall jacket and slipped out of his work gloves, his pants were a little dusty but his shirt looked fine and his hands were clean. Paz waved as he left the shop to get lunch out, spotting her at the café like usual, and Din called her name softly after checking that his hair didn’t look like a complete mess.

“Oh! Din, hey, are you getting lunch here?” She had perked up and closed the device, giving him her full attention, and his heart raced in his chest as he nodded. Every time he saw her it was like she just kept getting prettier and her eyes shifted to the empty seat across from her before she held her hand out toward it.

“Join me?” Din nodded and sat down before she could change her mind, the server hurrying over and taking his drink order, and she slipped her laptop away before taking a sip of her drink. He couldn’t help but watch the way her throat moved as she swallowed or the way she just looked relaxed, like all the tension in her frame was temporarily displaced or at ease.

“How have you been? Did the baked goods sell out?” She’d been doing a fund-raiser selling off baked goods to raise money for the local non-profit animal shelters to try and encourage either adoptions or donations, though she had delivered a batch of cookies to him and Grogu as an apology for the rain check, and they’d been some of the best he’d had.

It was adorable the way she perked up and nodded eagerly and he couldn’t help but stare at her almost smooth motions as she accepted her lunch from the server, since she had ordered before he showed up, and he placed his order before it was just the pair of them again.

“Everything sold out and we had two adoptions, both were older dogs who needed special care so we’re all happy that they’re finally getting a forever home. There was some interest over the cats, too, but no takers yet.” He nodded and tried to think about what to even talk about, he couldn’t offer to adopt a cat -especially with Grogu in his grabby phase- and he didn’t really know what she did outside of writing on her laptop. Plus with her eating he didn’t want to stop her and expect her to talk the entire time they were here.

“That’s good, I wish there was more we could do. If I wasn’t worried about the risks I’d talk Boba into getting a pet for the shop.” He watched her grin around a mouthful of food and nod, looking down the street after a moment, and Din pointed to the garage to her.

“Oh, that’s where you work? I’m in the office building on the next block. I didn’t realize you worked at the garage with Fett, he comes into the café we have on the ground floor sometimes and was trying to convince me to get a motorcycle license.” Din remembered hearing Fennec laugh at Boba over his attempt to make more customers by encouraging people to get licenses and had to stop himself from squirming.

He could picture her on a bike of her own, leaning just slightly over to reach the handlebars, straddling the seat and looking like sin.

“Why didn’t you? I could teach you, if you wanted.” The words escaped him before he could stop himself and her eyes lifted to look at him before he watched her lips curl into a shy look.

“The learning is what made me nervous, it’s different than a car or a bicycle and most of the people I’ve seen on the road are really… reckless.”

“They’re idiots, you can say it. But you don’t have to drive like that, there isn’t a rule that learning to drive a bike means you have to be a reckless douche on the road.” Her laughter was loud and free and Din accepted his lunch as she came down from the fit of belly laughing into soft giggles.

“Okay, Din, if you’re willing to teach me I’ll learn. But only if you let me ride as a passenger once first, I know that there’s a lot of leaning and movement you have to know and I feel like I can get a better feel if you do it first.” The idea of her behind him, arms wrapped around his body, made Din nod almost immediately. It wasn’t a bad idea either to learn as a passenger first and then venture into driving.

“Alright then, rules for riding with me. Denim pants and sneakers or boots, no heels or sandals. I’ve got a spare leather jacket and helmet you can use but you’ll need gloves so I’ll bring a pair of smalls back from the shop for you.” He wasn’t going to compromise on her safety and Din relaxed when she nodded immediately, expression mildly serious even as she smiled. They took turns sharing work details as they ate and the more Din learned the more he wanted to hope that maybe she was interested to find out of there was something between them too.

Din had become a friend, quickly, and thanks to him you finally felt comfortable with the idea of having a motorcycle license; even offering you to store your bike in the shed he’d been permitted to build off the parking lot where he kept his at night. But it was torture, weeks of lessons and dinners and lunches not knowing if he felt the same way you did, not knowing if he thought there was a possibility of something between you.

Grogu hadn’t even needed to warm up to you, toddling right into your arms when you crouched to greet him, and more often than not Din would come over to yours to do minor fixes here or there so you didn’t have to call the maintenance line or he’d help wash your car at the little self-wash station the building had.

His oral fixation with licking his lips, the fidgeting and the way he’d stroke something delicately with his fingers without a thought as he talked, all the little ticks you spotted in him as you learned more about him proved the most dangerous. You’d never get the light touch of his fingertips on your waist out of your head from the day he’d let you drive his bike and sat behind you, or the sight of him fixing that bike with his shirt sliding up to show off just a touch of his soft tummy.

It had gotten to a point that he just turned you on with a lot of the little things he did and you’d taken to quietly gasping his name when you had to sate that fiery need, praying to any higher power that his bedroom wasn’t the one behind you after one night where you’d been so worked up you couldn’t help your volume.

But as you got into the lobby you spied Din near the mailboxes, helmet tucked under his arm as he went to open his box, and knowing what awaited you in yours it was easier to wait until he wasn’t right there because discreet packaging was usually a lie and the idea of him seeing you holding the packaging for a new vibrator wasn’t one you wanted to make a reality.

“Hey Din.” He grunted at you as he fought with his box, the doors were a little trouble sometimes so you went to escape before he could possibly stop you, and then you heard a soft what the hell before he called your name. You turned and spotted him holding the black cardboard box, the name of the company printed very boldly along the side, and an amused smile on his face.

“Looks like they shoved this in my box. Here.” He held it out and you bit the inside of your cheek as you went down the few stairs you��d taken and accepted the package, your name and information very clearly on the shipping label. Before you could flee and hide in your apartment he stopped you with a light touch to your wrist.

“Hey, it’s just a toy, I know you’re probably embarrassed and I get it but I’m not going to judge you for something like this.” His smile was soft and you couldn’t help but nod, somehow you felt comfortable with him just from that alone, and maybe it was that he was your friend and always tried to make you feel validated but you believed him.

“I still don’t want the others to see it, thanks for not- uh, being weird about it.” Din chuckled and closed his mailbox, the two envelopes he’d pulled out in hand, and you both went for the stairs together. “Sex toys are a perfectly normal thing, or do you mean being a creep and asking if I can watch you use this?” There was a teasing edge to his voice and -after weeks of getting off to the man’s smile and touch- you couldn’t help but fire back.

“I didn’t think you’d be interested in watching me use this.” You made it two steps on the landing of your floor before Din captured your free hand in his and spun you around, pressing your back to your door with eyes blown wide and dark, and his tongue darted out to wet his lip as he leaned down so his mouth was right next to your ear.

“Now where would you have gotten the idea I wasn’t interested, sweet thing?” His voice pitched low and adopted a sensual tone, breath tickling the shell of your ear, and your throat bobbed as you glanced at the side of his head since he wasn’t letting you turn yours to look at him fully. The feeling of his patchy facial hair against your skin had you biting your lip. “You don’t- any time I ask you out you treat it like just a friend thing.”

His chuckle was soft against your ear and Din’s teeth set into the cartilage with enough force to nip but not hurt.

“You never explicitly called them dates, I wasn’t going to push until I knew what you wanted. But if you’re telling me this whole time they were meant to be romantic dates then I have a lot to make up for. May I come over, after Grogu goes to sleep? So I can apologize properly?” His tongue traced over the nip he’d left and you shivered but nodded, breath catching when he chuckled gently.

“Don’t play with yourself, save that for me, sweet thing. If you really want to try this out I’ll help break it in.” Your face felt like it was on fire and you nodded again, watching Din as he stepped back, and he leaned down to press the softest kiss to your lips before heading into his apartment with a smirk on his face.

You bit your lip and scowled at his smug attitude, immediately turning and marching inside your apartment and looking around. You did unbox you new vibrator so you could clean it but, as you’d been ordered, you waited rather than giving it a test run. Instead you focused on picking up the few things scattered around your place, biting your lip and grinning as you raided your drawers and found the black lace set you’d bought and never worn, giggling as you tugged on the garments after taking the most invasive shower of your week. If he wanted to tease then you were going to tease him back.

Din knocked at exactly 8:35 and you slipped on the silky kimono you had for lounging before opening the door, he’d cleaned up too based on the fact that his facial hair looked much tamer than earlier but his eyes scanned you from head to toe as he set a baby monitor down on your kitchen counter top and winked. Then he was prowling toward you with intent, making you grin as you bit your lower lip and scampered away toward your bedroom, and Din chuckled as he gave chase.

His arms caught you as you bee-lined for the bed and pulled you against him, face pressing and nuzzling against the side of your neck, and you shivered as his hands drifted down the front of you to untie the sash of your kimono.

“You want this, right?” His question made you nod instantly, there was no way you were going to deny yourself this, but when he made no move to take the garment off you wiggled a little in his hold and whined softly.

“Yes, Din, I want this. I want you. Please-“ The verbal confirmation spurred him to action and the kimono was slid gently off of your body, revealing the black lace lingerie you’d hidden beneath, and Din groaned as he took the sight in before turning you around and letting his fingertips delicately trace the lace patterning around your nipple.

“Someone came prepared. I hope you’re ready for me, beautiful.” His mouth slanted over yours as he captured your face in his hands, cradling it like you were precious and making every little part of you buzz with anticipation.

“Now be a good girl and lay back, I’ve got an apology to deliver.” His salacious grin and the way two fingertips traced the apex of your thighs made you clamp down on nothing as you nodded and Din looked over you as you watched him in return.

“Gonna stare all night, Din?”

“Mouthy? I like that, let’s see how long it takes me to make you behave.”

#comment reply #beebeebae #discord bestie #name twin 💕

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH CONGRATULATIONS!

DaddyDinDjarin's 200 Follower Celebration!

Guys...guys!!!

Thank you so much for all the love, and for sticking around through my obsession with The Mandalorian (and all things Pedro Pascal, lets be honest.)

I wanted to do something special for this milestone, and I wasn't sure what I should do, so I decided to do two things!

My ask box is open for pairing requests!

Rules:

Send me some info about yourself (your personality, your looks, whatever you want!) and I'll pair you with a Pedro boy- or if you'd rather be paired with a Marvel guy/gal let me know! Make sure that you put your preference and pronouns and anything you want to be specifically included, and I'll try to write a little blurb with each pairing!

Secondly~

DRAWING GIVE AWAY!

Open until March 16th at 12pm EST, send me an ask or a message and I'll add your @ to a random selector. The winner of the selection can send me a scene from a fic, or a head cannon, or even just a scene that they want to see on paper, and I'll do my best to draw it for them!

Rules:

There really aren't many, but please keep in mind I'm still learning. Backgrounds are hard, and I'll try my best, but the focus will be on the people in the scenes.

-nothing super gory. I don't mind angst or hurt/comfort, but I can't do hella gore.

And that's all my loves! I'm excited to hear from you! And while you're at it, check out @asta-lily's follower milestone post with some amazing recs!

#beebeebae #follower celebration

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chaoticgeminate · 3 years ago

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Girl what? This is good 💙

I tried for a quick realism sketch before I get back to work on my next project and I’m not sure if I like it.

#art rebobble #beebeebae

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chaoticgeminate · 2 years ago

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Seeing as that is the first time I've ever written for Boba I am really glad that I was able to get his speech pattern correct.

SERIOUSLY BEE I LOVE YOU OKAY AND I WANTED YOUR ELF TO HAVE NICE THINGS.

I love you for supporting me, for encouraging my shenanigans, and for being my friend 💙💙

I can't shower you with hugs but I can deliver you smut for a character you created!

Surrender

Part of the Iridescence Fictional Universe Part of the Chasing Shadows Universe

Pairing: Daphne Aetos x Boba Fett x Emilio Velazquez Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unprotected PiV (wrap it up), anal, oral (f receiving), threesome Word Count: 2.2K Notes: This is a gift to @daddydindjarin because I couldn't for the life of me get this out of my head. Thank you for being a supporter of all my unhinged ideas Bee, and for being a really lovely friend! This smut is for you 💙 Emilio is an OC with a Pedro face claim from the Oberyn era.

“Good, I was worried you started without me.”

Gold met black as the Priestess and her Protector locked gazes, the intricate circle of silver shavings alight with magic, and the armored Daimyo of Mos Espa walked over to take his place with a very new and dangerous looking gun in hand.

“You’re never late, did you get held up?” Daphne kept her tone as light as she could but it was honestly hard not to worry about him sometimes, Boba Fett wasn’t reckless but he was a mark of interest among Se’Kvia because of his take-over of a large area of the Outer Rim in what seemed like a mere day. Ikarus landed gently in outside of the circle, his eyes on her, and Daphne glanced away from her Familiar to see Boba Fett watching her.

There was a softness on his face, one she’d learned he wasn’t keen on her ever seeing, and it vanished the moment their eyes met again.

“I did, Fennec and the Sentinels found the psychic that was attacking the deliveries of the harvests from the farmlands. He’s been… handled.” Daphne knew that life in the Outer Rim was considered ‘lawless’ in the eyes of everyone, since the Consortium and FBMI only sent people out to those areas for Federal level crime and even then it had to be a direct attack on the governing bodies themselves or a risk to the alliances. The Outer Rim policed itself and in some cases it worked okay, like in Freetown and Mos Espa, but it could be a detriment too.

The first time she’d ever been to Boba Fett’s palace in the Outer Rim she watched him execute a man who had forced himself on an unwilling partner.

Boba Fett was a hard man with a strong moral compass.

“Are you staying at my home tonight or will you take the late shuttle back?” Like every time they did this she offered him the spare room in her apartment, expecting him to refuse, but Boba surprised her.

“I’d like to stay.” Daphne felt her throat tighten a little but she nodded, the lids of her eyes drooping as she got back to her feet, and Boba Fett turned away from her completely as she removed her traveling cloak. As a Priestess she had been given her own set of robes to be worn for ceremonies and rituals, the material was like the colors of the dawn sky and sheer in a way that made her richly tanned skin glow beneath the fabric.

Against the back of her shoulder she felt the Wanderer’s constellation warming, like a hand resting against her skin, and Daphne sank to her knees as Ikarus crooned gently. Like a siren song she could feel Kassidy and Vivienne’s magics rising with her own, feel the magic of the Wanderer’s priestesses within the Summer and Winter realms, and the heady tang of the incense she burned while whispering the ancient language of their deity dropped her into a deep trance as she opened her aura fully.

Warmth engulfed her, spreading from her shoulder out, and Daphne sighed in bliss as she felt the comfort and safety of being so connected to her deity and to her fellow Priestesses. Vivienne’s magic was welcomed into the circle of power, balancing the elements now that there was another Earth nature among them.

The ritual never seemed to take long but in actuality she was in a trance for nearly an hour, her limbs stiff as she finally came back to herself, and Daphne felt her cloak land gently on her shoulders just like always. Boba Fett helped her to her feet and, realizing she’d forgone shoes, scooped her up in his arms as he began to walk to where his motorcycle sat waiting for them. Ikarus screeched and flew off, more than able to teleport to her directly if she needed him to, leaving Daphne to stare at her protector as he handed her the second helmet.

The fact that he’d planned to stay with her this time wasn’t lost on her, he had a packed bag strapped to the side of the bike seat and a helmet just for her, and before she could climb up behind him Boba Fett slung his gun into the holster attached to the bike directly and removed his ammo belt. He wrapped it around her hips, securing her cloak closed, and then helped her mount the bike.

The second he climbed in front of her, making her grip the dark rick green armor he wore, Daphne felt her heart skip. Boba Fett had told her before when she’d asked him to be more than her friend and chosen protector, before he put distance between them, that as a golem brought to life through illegal magic he saw himself as unworthy of her. Of anyone really, that he was a creation and not a person, and despite her arguments he’d been unmovable in that thinking.

The fact that he was closing the distance made her chest squeeze.

Boba Fett was not oblivious to the knowledge that Daphne had a lover, it wasn’t necessarily a fight between them but he’d used Fennec to find Emilio and drag him to Mos Espa, and while her lover said that Boba hadn’t done anything untoward aside from offer a warning it had annoyed her that the man thought her incapable of protecting herself. The ride back to her apartment was silent, just the rush of the wind and the night sky above them, and Boba maneuvered through traffic with ease.

As they reached her building Boba Fett parked just beside her car, the vehicle was small enough that he had the room to do so, and he eyed the SUV parked in her second allotted space but simply grabbed his bag and followed her up after taking the bandolier from her and grabbing his gun.

Emilio was reclined on her couch, his long form stretched deliciously against the deep brown leather, and the touch of grays in his nearly black hair shimmered light starlight as he closed his book. He waved at Boba and Daphne slipped her clock off and onto the hook as her protector went to put his bag in the guest room.

Daphne sighed against her lover’s mouth as he tipped her chin up for a kiss and she was ready to take their fun to her bedroom when Boba cleared his throat. His eyes darted between her and Emilio as Daphne felt her cheeks warm.

“You are certain that you want this? I want honesty.” His tone was warm but also stern, making Daphne’s brow furrow at the implication, and Emilio chuckled.

“I do, Lord Fett.” There was a bit of mocking in his tone but not in a way that came off as a taunt, it was a tease, and Boba locked eyes with her.

“And you, my Priestess?”

“What- what am I agreeing to?” Boba chuckled and walked over, his gloved hand pressing against the dip in her back, and his eyes were dark.

“Me joining your relationship with Emilio.” Daphne’s spine went rigid as every nerve ending on her body reacted, there was a tremor in her lip that she couldn’t quite stop and Boba pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“When you admitted to me you had a lover I was… angry. Possessive, even though you weren’t mine in that way. Emilio saw through my insecurities and has made it clear that he wants only for you to be happy, which is what I also want, and so I am here to ask forgiveness and if you’ll allow me to be part of giving you pleasure as well as safety.”

“Yes, Boba-“ He didn’t even allow her to finish speaking, tipping her head back to slot his mouth against hers in a searing kiss, and Emilio chuckled as he mouthed at her neck while he began undoing the ties of her robes. Daphne reached up to hold Boba’s face in her hands, as if letting him go would lead to his disappearance, and Emilio released her body so she could turn around and the robes could be removed.

Boba’s gloved hands wandered, the buttery soft leather felt warm against her cool skin, and she shivered as he held her against his cold armor before her whimper of his name melted into a moan as Emilio’s mouth found the back of her thighs. It was torture as Boba hooked two fingers into her mouth, the leather tasted like the night air and the faint tang of kylari oil that was used to polish and clean his weapons.

“Our little love.” Boba’s whisper against her neck was followed by his teeth sinking into the skin, suckling at her skin, and Emilio kicked her legs apart before she was moaning around Boba’s fingers as her lover’s tongue began to lap at her pussy like a man starved. The sensation of Boba’s armor against her pebbling nipples contrasted the heat of Emilio’s mouth, and Boba chuckled darkly as he let Emilio hold her in place while his free hand drifted to roll her nipples between his thumb and finger.

The fingers in her mouth stopped her from closing her lips, leading to a messy trail of spit dribbling down the corner of her lips, and Boba licked that away with his tongue and a loud moan before she felt Emilio draw away from her. Boba looked down at the man behind her and Daphne keened into the open room when her protector finally removed his fingers from her mouth only to slide them into her cunt, the sensation of the leather and the stretch of his fingers -thicker than Emilio’s were- made her tremble and she nearly buckled when Emilio spread her ass and his tongue circled her puckered hole before he moaned against her.

“That’s it, listen to you, you’re so fucking wet. Such a good girl for us, little love.” Boba’s voice was raspy with desire and Daphne couldn’t help but moan his name as he hooked his fingers inside her, one leg forced up to open her further as Emilio gripped the back of her knee and pushed before his tongue pressed into her ass. The sensation was alien since usually Emilio used his fingers and lube, it was this newness and the idea of his mouth there that made her clench and let out a wanton moan. It was making her dizzy from pleasure, her entire body vibrating on the edge of release, and her hands had not been idle. One gripped tightly in Emilio’s hair and the other shoved unceremoniously down Boba’s pants to finally feel him.

He was thick and dripping with precum, his hips rocking against her hand, and he was very determined to make her cum first if the third finger he slid into her body was a sign but Emilio’s thumb on her clit was what pushed her over the edge. Liquid heat splattered onto the hardwood floor and Emilio moaned as Boba growled, the two of them moving like men possessed as she was spun around and Emilio captured her mouth in his.

It was dirty, it was frantic, and tears formed in her eyes when Boba’s thick cock rubbed against her ass as Emilio notched himself at her entrance. Neither man was nude, both too close to their own orgasms to try, and as both of them slid home she felt overfull and cried as her muscles tried to lock down and fight them.

“Easy, little love, easy. We’ll take care of you, we’ll be patient, hush.” Emilio’s whispers and gentle words were only proven by their stillness, by Boba’s lips pressing gentle kisses to her shoulders, and one at a time they began easing into her body. The three of them shuddered in unison when both men bottomed out, Daphne couldn’t help but squirm and Emilio hooked her legs under his arms and lifted as Boba’s hands cupped just under her breasts to steady her.

It took them a few thrusts to find a rhythm but Daphne was struggling to keep her eyes open, eyelids drooping as one of her hands gripped the back of Boba’s neck and the other was squeezing Emilio’s wrist as the two men worked to ruin her. With each thrust, each wet slap of skin, their pace began to increase; with each plea of ‘harder’ ‘deeper’ and ‘more’ that she whispered they gave it to her.

“Look at you, so fucking pretty like this, do you like having two cocks to fill you? You’re going to be dripping with us, little love.” Emilio’s voice was wrecked as he watched her and she nodded eagerly before everything tightened up when he shifted her hips and ground his pubic bone against her clit. It was too much, white spots danced in her vision and the feeling of liquid warmth filling her as both men rode out their own orgasms made her weak limbed and tired.

It was hazy for her after she came down from that rush of endorphins, the way both men dutifully cleaned up her and brought her to bed, how Emilio tucked her in and Boba made her drink a half of a bottle of water. She wasn’t sure if she was dreaming when she saw them kiss, heard them whisper about reinforcing the security of the apartment, but she did see Emilio fondly Boba’s cock and her eyes drifted closed to the feeling of two bare bodies sliding under the covers right as she hovered on the edge of sleep. Their whispers were so soft she almost didn’t hear them as sleep did claim her.

“We’ll have to work on her stamina, I think.”

“It appears so, I’m more than eager to begin training.”

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