#jinx.fic

[roboboyjinx-writes]

Mobius M. Mobius||A-Z Smut||

Before I say anything, this is 18+ Only! Minors do NOT interact.

Notes: Okay So I haven't written and posted it in a while, so apologies if this isn't that good! There needs to be more Mobius fics on here and I haven't seen anyone do the A-Z smut list yet, so here it is! If there’s any spelling mistakes, I apologize!

Reader is gender neutral

This was written before episode 3 came out, so if it’s OOC later on, sorry.

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Mobius is the biggest softie after sex. He likes to make sure you’re feeling okay and comfortable before anything else. He gets you anything you need (whether that be water, drawing a bath, or anything else) before pulling you close to his chest. He’ll cover the two of you up with a blanket and the two of you will fall asleep tangled up in each other's arms.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

-For You, he really likes your lips. He likes the way they look when you smile and laugh at his dumb jokes.

He also likes to see them wrapped around his cock when you’re sucking him off.

-For himself, he doesn’t really have a favorite part. If he had to choose, he’d say his hands/arms.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Mobius loves to finish inside of you. He’ll cum deep inside of you and keep himself there for a bit. He likes when you cockwarm him while filled with his cum.

Although, he’s not opposed to finishing anywhere else on you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man has the BIGGEST Daddy kink. The first time you called him Daddy, he almost came right then and there.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s pretty experienced and definitely knows what he’s doing. Enough said.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Any position he can see your face. He likes to see all the pretty little faces you make when he fucks you. He especially loves when you ride him, your arms wrapped around his neck and fingers tangled into his hair.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Oh yeah, he’s really goofy. He loves cracking jokes and making you giggle when he fucks you. He thinks you look absolutely adorable like that.

He can be serious occasionally, but his go to mood is to be a giant goofball.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps himself pretty well groomed down there. Not super neat, but definitely not messy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Like mentioned above with G, he's really goofy most of the time.

But, he can have his serious moments. There are days where he’s really romantic, holding you close and kissing all over your face while telling you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He’ll jack off if he has to or hasn't seen you in a while, but he will always prefer to be with you.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

There's a lot I can think of, so I'm gonna list them out.

-Daddy Kink

-Breeding

-Cockwarming

-Praise

-Light Degradation

-Pet names(Kitty, Kitten, Bunny, Puppy, Little one, Good Boy/Girl, Baby Boy/Girl, etc.)

-Light bondage

-Edging

-Overstimulation

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Preferably, he would rather be in either yours or his bedroom. But he isn't opposed to other places, such as on the couch, against the wall, maybe even in a small closet at the TVA when you’re both supposed to be working.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Hearing the noises you make and hearing you beg.

Mobius loves to hear the desperate whines and moans that leave your lips while he teases and fucks you. It’s the number 1 thing that gets him going.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He doesn't want to hurt you too badly. He’ll spank you, lightly smack your thighs, and maybe choke you lightly if you want him to, but he refuses to smack your face.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Listen. This man is SO good at giving oral. Mobius could spend hours between your legs using his mouth and tongue to make you cum over and over again.

He obviously doesn't mind receiving, but he likes pleasuring you more than anything.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

A bit of an in between. He’s not super gentle, but he’s also not leaving-bruises-on-your-thighs-and-hips-from-gripping-you-so-hard kinda rough.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

They aren't his favorite, but if the two of you are horny and don’t have a lot of time, he’ll do it. Preferably, he likes to take his sweet time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try almost anything once. If you wanna try something new, he’s usually up for it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can go for a few rounds, but nothing too crazy.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s got a few things he likes to use on you (vibes, rope/handcuffs to keep you attached to the bed, butt plugs if you’re into that.), but he usually doesn’t use them too often unless the two of you have a few hours to yourselves.

He also likes the idea of having a remote control vibe to tease you in the office, but he hasn't done that yet.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Mobius is a bit of a tease. He likes to edge you and have you begging for him.

Example:

“C’mon, baby, let me hear you beg for me. Ah ah ah, I know you can do better than that.”

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not too loud. A bit of moaning, lots of grunting, and sometimes a little bit of growling when he’s feeling rougher.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He loves to be praised. He loves to have his partner praise him and tell him how good he makes them feel.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s not too long, but he’s decently thick.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. He’s almost always down to fuck when you are. If you come to him horny, he’ll be more than happy to help you.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He can fall asleep pretty quickly, but he wants to make sure you fall asleep before he does. Once you’re asleep, curled up in his arms against his chest, he’s ready to fall asleep with you.

[roboboyjinx-writes]

Hello if requests aren’t open please ignore this. If not that’s awesome

Could you maybe do a Mobius fic with a trans male reader where they go out and buy his first binder?

Normally I don’t do requests but this was too cute not to write!

Warning for dysphoria mentions.

I didn’t proof read and wrote this in my notes app, so apologies if it’s not the best.

Also I hope you don’t mind that I changed the prompt a tiny bit!

You anxiously pulled at your shirt, trying desperately to show none of your chest. Even when you were in a sports bra and one of Mobius’s baggy shirts, you still felt extremely dysphoric. You felt like everyone could see your chest, like it was so much bigger than it actually was, even if you knew it wasn’t true. You shoulders were slouched as you sat in bed, waiting for Mobius to come back to the room. He had left the apartment saying he needed to go grab something really quick, leaving you in the apartment alone. You sighed as your fingers fidgeted with the soft blanket, impatiently waiting for your boyfriend to return. Soon, you heard the front door open, your head moving to look up. His heavy footsteps came down the hall and stopped right in front of the door. The door opened, showing the gray haired man. His hands were behind his back, clearly holding something and hiding it from you. You tilted your head to the side, confused.

“Mobius… what’s behind your back?” You asked, a small smile forming on your lips. He grinned back, walking in and plopping onto the bed next to you. Without saying anything, he pulled his hands from behind his back. In them were a small package, wrapped in gray wrapping paper. He handed it to you, grinning even wider.

“Go on, open it, sweetheart.” He insisted. You furrowed your brows together in confusion but did as he told you. You slowly opened the wrapped gift, revealing a soft, spandex like fabric. You pulled the fabric from the paper, holding it up in front of you and revealing-

“Mobius… is this what I think it is?”you asked, looking up at him. He only nodded excitedly in response. Your eyes began to tear up, arms wrapping tight around Mobius’s body. “Oh my god- Mobius, thank you so much. I love it!” He chucked, wrapping his own arms around you.

“You don’t need to thank me, baby. I know you’ve been needing one for a while and I wanted to help you. It hurts seeing you so upset with your body and I just want to see you happy. Now I’m gonna leave the room and left you put it on, okay? Just come out to the living room when you’re ready.”

With that, the older man got up and left the room, closing the door behind him. You wasted no time yanking your shirt and sports bra off before sliding on the binder. It was a bit tight to get into since it was new, but it wasn’t painful or uncomfortable. You took a deep breath before turning to look at yourself In The mirror. You stared at your reflection, turning to the side and seeing just how flat you were. It was… amazing.

You raced out to the living room, a giant smile plastered on your face. You stopped at the door way, looking at Mobius. You paused before walking to the couch and plopping down next to him and hugging him again. “Thank you thank you thank you! It’s perfect!” He just hugged you back, his hand coming to pet your hair.

“You’re welcome, my handsome boy.”

[roboboyjinx-writes]

Baby Boy (The Mandalorian x Trans Masculine Reader)

Summary: Just a cute soft smut fic between Mando and his trans boyfriend

Warnings: SMUT!, Some “Female aligned” terms for the, ahem, downstairs bits

Notes: This is my first Fic I’ve ever written and published, so please be gentle! Also this was written and published on my phone, so I’m sorry if it’s formatted weird.

You feel yourself relax as the blindfold is tightened around your eyes. There you were, laying under your boyfriend in nothing but your boxers.

“Is this okay? It’s not too tight, is it?” Mando asks, his rough hands moving down to hold your face. His gloves, along with all of his armor, had already been discarded on the other side of the room. One of his knees was between your legs, just slightly rubbing against you.

“It’s perfect, Din.” You say with a small grin. You feel him lean down before his lips are against your own. You kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You push your fingers into his soft locks, tugging lightly. He bites at your bottom lip in return, pulling back slightly before letting go.

He starts kissing down your jaw, oh so slowly, just to tease you. He gradually moves down your neck, nipping and biting. You knew he was leaving marks that would be there for a while afterwards, but you didn’t care. You were proud to wear any markings he gave you. He moves down to your chest and sits up slightly. His fingers slowly start to trace over the scars under your pecks as he leans up to kiss you again.

His fingers were still ghosting over your scars as he whispered, “So handsome. My perfect, handsome boy. All mine. I’m so lucky to have you in my life.” Your heart always fluttered at those words. He was always so validating and affirming. Even on your worst dysphoria days, he was able to cheer you up with words like that. He always knew the right things to say.

Din moves his lips back down your body while occasionally biting down to make you moan. Eventually, his hands are on your hips and his face is between your thighs. His stubble rubs against them as he kisses and nips at the skin of your inner thighs. You whimper, bucking your hips up and pushing you fingers into his hair. He completely ignores your already soaked boxers and bites at your thighs harder. This earns a whine from you. He chuckles, the vibrations of it sending bolts of pleasure through your body.

You couldn’t see him but you knew he was looking up at you, shit ratting grin on his face.

“Din, please.” You whimper out, tugging at his hair. You feel him smirk against your thigh before biting again.

“Please what, baby? Use your words. What do you want me to do?” Your face flushes. It was always so embarrassing to say exactly what you wanted, no matter how many times you two did this together. Especially with that teasing tone he used.

“Please, don’t tease. Just, do something, anything.” He chuckles before he tugs down your boxers.

“Mm, good boy. That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He runs a finger through your warmth, earning a gasp from you. You tug at his hair while grinding against his hand, desperate for him to touch you. “Look at you, already so wet for me. You’re proactively soaked. Such a good boy. So patient.” Slowly, he pushes a finger into you. Your hips buck up at the sudden new feeling. He thrusts his finger in and out while using his mouth to pleasure the rest of you.

He already has you begging for more, begging for him to add another finger. He complies and pushes another finger into you. He curls them up, hitting your sweet spot. “A-ah! Din, fuck, please. M-more!” He starts picking up his pace, getting rougher and curling his finger more. His mouth works quicker as well, tongue working at your clit. His tongue is lapping and swirling quickly, sometimes soft long grazing his teeth against you as well. Your fingers are gripping his hair hard, tugging and pulling. “Din I’m close. Can I cum, please?”

He pushes a third finger in before pulling his mouth away and responding “Go ahead baby boy, cum for me. That’s it, good boy. Cum all over my fingers.” Those words are all it takes for pleasure to completely take over you. When you come down from your high, Din is pulling you to sit in his lap. One of his hands holds your face, running his thumb across your cheek. He pulls you into a kiss and you arms go back around his neck. Your fingers immediately start playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He moves his hands down to grip your hips. He peppers kisses across your face and to your ear, nipping at the lobe. “Ready baby?”

“Yes, please. I need you.” That was all he needed to hear before he pulled you down onto his dick. You hear a low growl in the back of his throat. His lips are back on yours, swallowing up your gasps and moans. Once your hips are against his, he pulls away, forehead against yours. He pulls your hips up before pulling you back down. You throw your head back, pulling at his hair “Ah- fuck, Din, please go faster.” He complies, sinking his nails into your hips and moving you quickly up and down.

His head rests on your shoulder, growling into your ear. “Fuck baby boy, you feel so fucking good. Mm, I’m so fucking close. Cum with me baby.”

Those words push you over the edge, pulling you into your second orgasm of the night. Din is close behind you, moaning your name as his cum fills you up. You both stay like that for a minute, chests heaving as you both catch your breath.

He slowly pulls out of you, his cum dripping out of you and down your thighs. He lays you down on the bed, telling you he’ll be right back. You lay there, chest moving up and down as your breathing steadies. You hear Din’s footsteps come back into the room and feel the bed shift under his weight. A warm, wet towel is pressed to your thighs as he cleans you up. He cleans the two of you up and gets you dressed into a clean pair of boxers and one of his shirts. He soon lays down with you, in a shirt and sweatpants. He removes the blindfold and you realize the room is pitch black, the way you two usually sleep. He pulls you close to his chest, arms wrapped around you. He kisses your forehead and murmurs a quiet “Sleep well, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, Din.”