#bo katan x reader

[ramen-flavored]

I’m just gonna say this now. If they really do decide to take Grogu and Din out of the show, it’s views are gonna plummet.

I know I’m not the only one who watches the show mainly for them.

#disney plus #disney+ #disney #pedro pascal #Grogu #din djarin #din djarin x reader #Star Wars #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #starwarsblr #bo katan #Bo katan Kryze #katee sackhoff #bo katan x reader #ramen-flavored

[inklore]

forbidden cravings

premise: stay in your room; that's all you had to do. a simple demand that you planned on following until something goes bump in the night and you're trapped between two monsters.

pairing: vampire!din djarin x reader x vampire!bo-katan kryze

word count: 5k

contents: blood and biting obviously, oral, threats, murder mention, reader is a little clueless, power imbalance, bo is kinda evil but we love her for it, brief mention of piv.

note: this took me way too long to write and by the end of it i was very tired so hopefully someone out there enjoys this lmao. i could possibly see myself writing more within this little world, maybe.

haunted hoedown day five.

You had never noticed how creaky the house was until tonight. Until you were stuck in a dark, dampened room. Your only light coming from the candle at your bedside, the moon, and the flashes of lightening through the windows. The deep red drapes that match the ones that hang around the four poster bed in the middle of the room, that look ancient and eerie, set your already on edge nerves into a frenzy of fight of flight.

You had dusted this room many times. Have been past the threshold and seen it painted in the daylight. 

But never at night. 

You were prohibited from being here past nightfall. 

The master of the house—your boss—had made it clear upon your first interview a year ago that you’d only be needed in the daytime. That staying after nightfall was not something he needed you around for, and it would be of best interest to the house if you departed once the sun set. 

It’s a rule you questioned little. A rule you were fine and happy to obey. 

It wasn’t your job to question it. It wasn’t your place. 

You were the housekeeper, nothing else. Nothing less. Nothing more. 

And you’d never think of going against the lord of the manor, Din Djarin. 

The infamous inventor. 

The mysterious scholar.

The man with whom you’ve slowly bloomed a friendship with while you’ve worked here. The two of you have spent hours in his library with your fingertips, running along old books, relics he’s come across in his travels, and blue prints for inventions he one day wishes to create. 

The pair of you bonding over the love of old words and worlds you wish you could have been a part of. 

Working for him and being in his home—the dark gray spiraling staircases, the arched doorways, the black and red wallpaper that look hundreds of years old and yet look like they’d just been done yesterday—was a joy. 

A better job than working at the mill or getting by on your looks alone to put food on the table. 

You lucked out. Was honored to get the position and even more honored to befriend the destinguishinly handsome Lord Djarin. 

His staff soon became like a second family to you. A home away from home—a much more beautiful and sprawling home than your own, but a home in all senses of the word. 

Not even the curfew could dampen your love or the job. 

The only thorn in your side, the only downfall—negativity—to working for the Lord was his companion, his wife, Lady Kryze. 

While most days, the two of you would rarely cross paths. Her off on travel, or in the west wing of the house that you seldom find yourself in. 

But when appearance’s were known, brief or not, she always had a look of haughtiness about her. Her red hair laying perfectly on her shoulders, and her dresses always form fitting and beautifully cascading to the floor. The neck line plunged lower than what’s usually considered proper—that always made your cheeks heat when you found yourself rudely staring, a smirk on her lips that quickly got washed away with a scornful arch of her brows. 

She had never been rude to you. Had never demanded of you or treated you unkindly the way one would think when you looked at her intimidatingly beautiful face. The power you know she held with just a look, a twitch of a smile, or the flick of her fingers. 

She was the opposite of Lord Djarin. 

The two seeming an odd match for two people destined to be together. 

Your schoolgirl crush on the Lord of the Manor definitely having little to do with your opinion on the fact. 

It had been Lady Kryze who had suggested you stay. Almost demanding it, with the weather outside being too dangerous to travel. The winds whistling through the old bones of the house. The rain coming down like heavy hail. The thunder that you could feel deep in your bones each time it rumbled. 

Lord Djarin had protested on the matter. Said you could wait out the storm but insisted you leave after. 

“Don’t be rude, honey.” Lady Kryze had said. The sentiment, honey, came off more as an insult than as something sweet and tender. The look on the Lord’s face one of strain and frustration. A warning flashed in his eyes before he gave you a tight lipped smile and nodded in agreement. 

And now here you are. Dressed in a nightgown that Lady Kryze had supplied you with. The white fabric feeling almost like satin against your chilled skin, the lack of heat coming from the radiator on the other side of the room making you frown as your breasts made it more than clear how your body was reacting to the draft in the room—to the cold storm outside. 

The loud thump that startles you from outside of your door tears your gaze from the window and elevates your unease when you put your ear to the dark wood and hear nothing but the old house talking in the way one does in storms or settling.

Lord Djarin had ordered you to stay in your room. To lock the door from the inside and try to get some rest. Assuring you that all was alright, the drafts liked to open the doors at night. 

Listening to the plea in his voice that he tried to hide with his endearing smile was enough to convince you not to try it. To listen to his words. To do what had been asked of you without question once again. 

But the thump comes again. This time, sounding closer. Perhaps a glass broke somewhere in the hall. 

Your teeth chew at your bottom lip in worry. 

What if the Lord or Lady needed help? What if they had fallen? The lack of electricity in the house was more than a factor, a reason, for something that could cause a fall. Candlelight only shows so much in these dark halls. 

And while there had been no cry for help. No croak, groan, or indication that someone needs help; you can’t help the way your heart escalates or why you ignore the nerves, making your hand shake as you unlock the door, twist the cold handle, and open it a sliver. 

Your eyes search the vast darkness of the hall within the tiny space you’ve given yourself. The lit candles in the holders on the wall do little to aid in you seeing anything other than small glows of orange light past the railing that lines the hall. 

The words of the Lord push into the back of your mind as you open the door more and poke your head out into the dark space. The strings of lightening outside paint the empty hall in blue light. Streaking against the dark wallpaper hauntingly. 

“Lord Djarin?” Your voice is faint compared to the booming thunder outside. A gulp of air fills your lungs when you get enough bravery to step fully out of your room and speak a little louder, “Lady Kryze?” 

The silence only pushes you forward. 

Has your bare feet cold and weary against the long rug on the hardwood floor. The floorboards creak with each step that you take.

The portraits of unknown people by unknown painters look more intimidating and scary the longer you venture through the hall. The candles shadow their faces in scowls that aren’t normally there in the daylight. 

Your fingers dig into the side of your nightgown, bunching up the fabric as your heart hammers against your ribs. 

Maybe you should go back to your room. Maybe it was nothing. The rooms with open doors were dark and abandoned. The staircases are bare, and the entryway below, when you look over the rail, is completely encased in darkness.

Maybe it had come from the west wing of the house. Maybe it was a branch outside. Your mind isn’t sure. Isn’t thinking about anything other than getting back to your room, engulfing yourself in the bedspread, and trying to ignore every creepy sound that the storm outside aids in the houses off putting nature.

Being here at night was, in fact, something your nerves could not handle, it seemed. 

You sigh. Come to a stop at the last door along the hallway. Your bottom lip sore from your worrying. Whatever the thump was, it’s not something as drastic as your mind had probably come up with, and unless you feel like venturing down the stairs and through the rest of the house, it wasn’t your concern—and the prospect made you shiver knowing some parts of the house didn’t have candles lining the walls. 

But when you turn to head back to your room, your body crashes into another, and the scream you let out rings along with a crack of thunder, filtering the hallway into a horrific sound of chaos and fear. 

“You were told to stay in your room.” 

“Oh my—" your hand flies to your chest. The beat of your heart feels as if it might beat it’s way out of the cavern of your ribs. Your lungs finally fill with the air that had been whooshed out of you when you had collided with the other person once you realized who it was. “Lady Kryze.” 

“I was told you listen to directions well,” her smile is pressed and sure. Humorous in the way her eyes move along your appearance. The relief you felt from it being her soon dying when you remember how see through your nightgown is. Your arms cross over your bare chest. “How misguided.” 

“I-I was just,” you swallow. Try to get your breathing back to normal. Try to stop the pounding in your ears matching up with the rain outside—with the booms of thunder. “I heard a noise.” You manage to get out. The amused raise of her brow makes your body heat up in something akin to embarrassment or a child running to their mother at night because they are scared. 

Lady Kryze hums, “many things go bump in the night around here. It’s an old house.”

“Of course,” you nod. “Yes.” You laugh nervously, breathy, and unsure. Trying to ease the tension that’s growing between the two of you. Worried you might be jobless come morning. “I apologize. I was just worried that you or Lord Djarin may have been hurt.”

“You’re a doctor? Here I thought you were a maid.” Her smile is mocking, unkind. But that’s when you finally take her fully in. With the flashes of lightening through the window at the end of the hall, giving light to the shadows that dance along her face in the candlelight.

She looks…different. 

There's a deep red tint to her lips that’s not usually there. You can’t recall the last time you saw her wear lipstick, let alone that shade. Her hair is darker and more unruly at the bottom than usual. Than the sleek look of perfection it’s always at. Her clothes—her dress—stained a deep red and ripped at the top, standing her paler than normal skin out. 

Your eyes look down to her nails; they’re longer. Stained the same shade as her lips and her dress. 

Somethings not right.

And when your gaze meets hers again, you can see how much darker her eyes look than what you’re used to seeing below that scowl. Bigger. Almost as if her pupils had doubled in size.

Your lack of subtlety seems to give you away when you quickly try to sidestep her and head for your room. 

“Now that I know you’re both fine, I’ll just go back to my room now.” You say softly, give her a forced smile as you try to keep your composure and act as normal as you would if you weren’t scared out of your skin. 

Lady Kryze laughs under her breath. Let’s you step past her and walk one, two, or five steps before there’s a grip at the back of your elbow and your back is being slammed into the wall. The gasp of your lungs deflates from the pressure puffing out against her face with how close she is. 

“Lady Kr-”

“Bo.” She corrects, her eyes wandering down your face, pausing at your lips and the junction where your jaw meets your neck. Swallowing hard before her gaze cascades to your chest, “I always hated the pleasantries Din demanded we go by to fit in with you…humans.” 

“You humans?” You give her a quizicall look, too much going on in your nervous system to comprehend her words. To make sense of them when the fear of the emotion in her eyes reads hunger. 

And when she laughs again, her smile more genuine than any you’ve seen spread across her perfectly proportioned lips before; you see it. See them.

The pointed teeth that have replaced her normal ones. 

The way they gleam off of the orange glow of the candles. The way they make you swallow. Make your chest hurt from the bruising your heart is doing to your ribs from beating so fast. 

What is she?

“I thought you were smart? With the way Din talks about you, I imagined you would have figured it out by now. Especially with how close the two of you have been getting.” The accusation makes your heart stop. A cold fear pricking at your insides that makes your skin feel clammy. 

The raising of her brow makes the feeling worse as you shake your head. Open your mouth to protest on the matter, to not encourage the accusation that there might be something going on with Lord Djarin and you, her husband. 

“Don’t worry,” she smirks. Leans in closer so her lips are ghosting over the shell of your ear as she murmurs, “I like to share.” Your body trembles when her hand leaves your shoulder and her fingers run along the side of your breast. Her pointer skating along your erect nipple, making you gasp softly. “We both do.” 

“Lady Kryze–I,” there’s words meant to come out. Words meant to put an end to whatever this standoff, or showdown, is. You’re lost, you’re captivated, and you’re frightened. But her cheeks and lips brush against yours as she moves herself back so she can look at you; her dark eyes make every syllable on your tongue lay thick and weighted down like sludge. 

There’s a silence that has enough tension to make your body buzz and your brain catch up to put the puzzle pieces together with the information that has always been laid out for you. Things you took as old family traditions you didn’t care to understand. 

The presistant curfew, the eerie darkness that hung over the manor once the sun started to set. The mysterious cases of maids and butlers going missing without a trace. The town just beyond your own’s population dwindling down. Neighbors and friends gone. 

Lady Kryze’s dark eyes, her teeth. 

“You’re the cause of all the disappearances.” It’s not a question because you already know the answer. The slow spread of her lips only solidified the gathered information in your head to fit neatly in a box of truths. “And,” you swallow, hate how your heart aches at the very thought. “Lord Djarin..he–”

“Is much more discrete than I.” She seems to find a silent annoyance in the statement. In the way your body lets out a shaky breath as if you’re relieved. It makes her eye twitch before she’s leaning in again, her lips closer to yours now. Her breath smells of metal. “He doesn’t like to indulge in the bounty we’ve been given. Says it’s not right to eat thy neighbor.” Her tongue runs across her bottom lip, one of her sharp teeth catching on the skin. “I say, why waste such delicious gifts? And delicious they are, especially the ones who beg. The ones who let me play with my food before I eat it.” 

Her laugh makes your body shiver. A reaction she seems to like too much, as her lips skim across yours. The metallic scent of her tongue inhaled by your shaky breaths and swallowed down, leaving your throat dry and your tongue itching to reach out for the source. 

The source of it’s weight, the source of the ache in your jaw with the need to drink. A thirst for what you’re sure is water and not the nourishment that’s so clearly painted Lady Kryze’s lips red and her tongue. Your body willing to use any source of fluid to aid you. 

Not because the metallic linger of her breath sits on your tastebuds like an open invitation. Not because her fingers are still at the side of your breast, your peaked nipple aching to be brushed over by her again. 

“Will you let me play with you?” Her nose brushes yours as her head turns, and her lips just catch the corner of your mouth, a gasp leaving your lips as they move across your cheek and her teeth clip on your jawline. “I know how hard it is for my husband to be near you every day and not sink his teeth into this beautiful neck. You look as good as you’ll taste.” 

A moan racks your ribcage when her hand grips the side of your neck, bending it so the other side is on full display and her lips press to the sensitive flesh. Her tongue coming out to run the tip lightly against you, like she doesn’t dare indulge too much. Like it’s an appetizer to what she really wants. 

A trail of bruising kisses and hungry noises coming from the woman making your chest heave, your fingers daring to come up to her elbow to grip the fabric of her dress as an anchor—or to pull her closer—you're not too sure what your body wants, your senses not matching up with the fear still plaguing your brain. 

“Will you run for me, little rabbit?” You can feel the amusement at her own words with the smirk that’s pressed just below your ear. Your body canting at the derogatory pet name.

Until her next words come out of her mouth in a booming shriek that makes your ears ring and your body recoil from her in defense to protect itself from wrath. 

“Run!”

And you do. 

Not turning back to look to see if she’s chasing you. All the heat once again drained from your body, any pleasure you had been feeling doused out, and brought tears burning at the corners of your eyes. 

The candles on the wall continue to be your guiding light. Even when you step on something that makes you hiss. That tears the skin on the bottom of your foot enough to stutter your sprint. A limp catches in your leg as you try to make haste.

You were foolish for staying here. Foolish for leaving your room. Foolish for not seeing what this house really was or what it’s occupants really were.

Foolish. 

If there had been a spell, you had fallen for it. Like a silly little girl.

The closer you get to your chamber door, the harder your heart beats against your ribs. The harder you try to ignore the sting in your heel. The harder it is for you to breathe. 

The distance only seems to get further and further away from safety the longer you try for it. The longer your eyes strain in the candlelight to not step on something else that could make you completely imobile. Completely at Lady Kryze’s mercy. 

Who you don’t hear behind you. 

Who—upon your better judgment, one would say—you look for as you turn your head towards the path behind you. Your blood running cold when you see that all the candles have completely gone out and you can’t see a thing. 

The flashes of lightening from the windows down below cascading the barest amount of light onto the floor. 

It’s the least of your worries when your body collides with a wall. 

Or what feels like a wall—a strained ache coming to your chest upon the collusion, your body thrown backwards as you groan from the impact your tailbone makes against the hard floor. 

And when your eyes open, you realize it’s not a wall you’ve collided with; it’s Lord Djarin. 

“I told you to stay in your room.” His voice is full of authority and aggravation as he pulls you from the floor. It’s a tone he’s never used on you, a grip on your arm that’s much more cruel than the light touches of fleeting moments spent together. 

“She–Lady Kryze–She.”

“Is insatiable, yes.” There’s a growl that’s completely for his wife’s sake and not your own. But the sound still makes your stomach clench. Your body dragged along the hallway by the hands of the man you’re now realizing is more dangerous than any normal man. 

A monster.

Like his wife.

And yet, you feel safe in his tight grasp. Feel safe with the memories you share with him. Of him. The man you knew before the monster. 

The fear of him never coming. 

The fear only comes back once you’ve reached your room, and he’s pushing you through the door only for your back to collide with something icy that grips your wrist and snakes it’s fingers along the column of your neck to hold you against it.

“Bo.” Lord Djarin’s voice is stern. Angry. 

“Darling.” You can feel the smile that’s wrapped around the word even without seeing Lady Kryze’s face. 

The cold of her body seeping through your night dress and against your skin—a cold that’s not from the fear of what she is rather than what she’s doing. What has stained her lips and tongue and what you wanted so badly to taste just minutes ago. The same deep red clearly stained in the front fabric of your gown that you hadn’t noticed until now.

Until you’re standing in front of Lord Djarin, your night dress more see through and clinging to your body, where it’s damp from blood and straining against your breasts. 

Lady Kryze’s grip tightens on your throat, and it makes a breathless noise fall from your lips. A noise that has Lord Djarin’s eyes honing in on your mouth, moving along to his wife's hand on your throat, before plunging down to your chest. A hard swallow and a deep scowl shot at the woman holding you in her vise. 

“Let her go.”

“We were just having a little fun. Weren’t we?” Her teeth knick your earlobe, and it makes your body contort against her hold. “See,” she smirks. 

“Bo. No.” His tone has finality. Has something that wordlessly lets you know he’s tired of this topic; he’s clearly told her no on before. 

Something inside your stomach lightens up and burns at the thought of Lord Djarin denying his wife the pleasure of making you a meal time and time again. Was it out of respect? Care? Want?

Did she want to sink her teeth into you so badly because of jealousy at the closeness you and her husband had found the longer you worked here? No, she said they like to share. Said she likes to share. 

Was it want then?

The want to do more than end your life by draining you.

“Come on, Din.” The hand at your wrist does a show of crawling with her sharp nails over your midsection and to your hip to start pulling up your night dress. Your thighs quickly come into view as she bunches the fabric further and further up. A shyness takes over you as you wiggle in her grasp as you watch Lord Djarin’s eyes follow the movement with a hungry look. “We all know you want her.” 

Her lips press against your jaw as she murmurs to you, “he never allows himself to indulge in the things he wants. He’s so disciplined. Such a good man. He’d never let it slip that after you leave his library, he bends me over his desk and fucks me the way he wishes he could fuck you.”

An involentary noise that get’s choked out of your throat makes her laugh softly, “tell him he can have you. Tell him you like it.” Your eyes lock with his; his eyes just as dark and monstrous as his wife's now that you’re really looking at them. His lips that deep red—the same red you smelled and craved to taste on her lips. 

Your thighs inwardly press together, causing the pressure between them to ease the slightest, but grow worse when your backside pushes back against Lady Kryze and she lets out a noise that sounds just as lovely as she looks. 

“Look, Din.” A heat comes to your cheeks as the rest of the fabric of your gown is pulled above your hips, showcasing your nakedness to both of them. “There’s no denying she wants you,” her fingers move down to grip your inner thigh. The clear and evident proof of your arousal—that you’re not sure was caused earlier or right now—coats your skin and her fingers. 

“No, she is not-”

“What? Food?” Lady Kryze laughs, “we both know you’d never let me drain her. Nor could you bear to have anything but her essence touch your tongue. But she can be a toy. You can fuck her. We both can.” 

You can see the internal battle he’s fighting with himself—against his wife, against what’s right, against his want. 

And there’s a part of you that understands. That knows this is wrong. That has barely come to terms with what they are—monsters, myths, and scary stories you tell little children at night to get them to go to bed. 

But then the proof of your arousal, of your own want is being toyed with between your thighs as Lady Kryze runs a finger through your wetness. Your hips canting against her hand as she pulls it away just as quick as it was there and holds her finger out to her husband. 

“Taste her.”

His head is about to shake; you can sense it. See it before it happens by the way his fists bunch at his sides. Maybe that's why you finally find your voice, “please.”

And it’s as if those are the words he’s been waiting for you to say since the day you’ve met. Since you’ve started working for him. The speed at which he’s against your front and his lips are wrapped around the finger that has gathered the wetness from your pussy makes you feel woozy. 

Makes you sway on your feet and loosen in Lady Kryze’s hold. Her nails dig into your flesh as she holds you tighter, keeping you upright for her husband. 

Whose finger is under your chin, mouth daringly close to yours as he murmurs, “are you certain?”

Do you want this?

Do you want all it entails if you let this continue?

His dark eyes speak; let you know that he’ll stop this. That while you might be weak in comparison to who they truly are, you have a say, and he’ll do whatever you wish. 

A wise woman would heed the warning that’s in the brow he raises. Thats in the descent of his finger down your chin and to your jugular. Your heartbeat thudding against the pad of his finger. His tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip as his eyes cast to your neck and then up to his wife. 

Who's giving him a smile you can’t see but can feel in the way her body shifts, pulling your thighs apart easily. Lord Djarin needs no more confirmation for either of you as he falls to his knees, a rough hand cupping the back of your thigh to lift and bring it up and over his shoulder. 

Your back arching, and a gasp rakes through your body when you feel the bite of teeth against your inner thigh. Feel the sting of punctured skin, the pull of something inside that’s making your eyes flutter, and the pressure in your lower belly thumping at the same speed as your heart. 

When your eyes shift down, when he’s stopped, when you feel like you could either pass out or come from just this, you see blood—your blood—staining his lips and tongue. See his eyes go even darker, black, and void of any human attributes. Making him look entirely like a monster that’s hungry, starved. 

And you’ve completely offered yourself up for the taking. 

There’s a deep moan coming from Lord Djarin as his fingers and tongue clean his mouth. It’s obscene as much as it is beautiful to watch. Your arousal only grows worse at the sight. 

“How does she taste?” 

“Exqusite.” He murmurs against your skin, his tongue running over the marks he’s just left in your thigh, working it’s way up to the apex of your thigh. Your legs shake the closer he gets to your pussy. 

A cry burns your lungs when you feel him dive into you without any warning. His tongue licking through your wetness, his nose pressing against your clit. The tip of it creates a slow grind that only intensifies when you cant your hips up. When you thrust against the air, his tongue slips inside of you, pushing it further inside. Your fingers dig into the sides of your dress as you try not to completely collapse against either of them. 

The pleasure coursing through your body makes that easier said than done. 

Lady Kryze is humming against your cheek, her hand coming down to slow the movement of your hips. “Take your time, little rabbit.” She trails kisses and soft bites over and under your jaw to your earlobe, where she lets the tip of her tongue run against it. “Because once you’ve come, you’re mine to play with.” 

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[infectedbypedropascal]

I didn’t expect to see Jack Black and Lizzo in Star Wars but I’m not even mad about it

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #din djarin #din djarin x reader #lizzo #bo katan x reader #bo katan kryze #Pedro pascal #grogu

[ledgersmountain]

if disney makes din and bo katan a couple in the end i will be so pissed, like i love bo katan but WHERE’S MY GIRL OMERA???? 😪 💔

#the mandolarian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorion spoilers #bo katan x reader #star wars x reader #din djarin x omera #din x omera #omera

[candyfloss5000]

Bo-Katan: "Din-"

Din, sighing: "y/n used to call me Din."

Bo-Katan: "Cuz it's your fucking name."

#Star wars x reader #the mandaloria/reader #Din djarin #din djarin x reader #bo katan kryze #Bo katan x reader

[melissa-kenobi]

THRONE

Bo-Katan Kryze x Reader

A/N: Sorry guys, I'm in a Bo-Katan phase... I just love her even tho she's an asshole and has done bad shit. Also, I know this is a bit late, but I had it in my drafts for a long time and totally forgot about it :(

Warnings: The Mandalorian S3 spoilers, smut, idek what else.

"Goodbye Din Djarin."

The monotone voice of your lover swept through the large hall as she watched Din walk away, twiddling her thumbs in annoyance. Walking past the Mandalorian, you gave him a small nod of best wishes before making his way to Mandalore with his green child.

Making your way over to the redhead, you held a glass of water, offering it to her. "Your majesty."

Bo-Katan simply rolled her eyes, taking a large gulp of the drink before placing it on the side, gesturing for you to come closer. "I thought you might have been parched after that long conversation, my lady. It seemed interesting. Did you not take up Djarin's offer?"

She doesn't answer. Simply stares out the glass windows with a lost look in her eyes. Your Bo-Katan is a tough woman, a woman with a purpose - to reclaim Mandalore, but without the Darksaber, she couldn't. Her forces are all gone but you. But there was only so much two women could do, she has you, but no matter how strong you were, she needed her people.

As much as she despised the planet now, deep down, she wanted it back. It's her home, your home - the only home you'd ever known until the Empire had ruined it.

Sighing deeply, you stood beside her, reaching over to touch her hand. "Bo-

"If you're going to give me advice about how I should be helping Din Djarin on his ridiculous mission, you'd better leave." Bo-Katan huffed as she slipped her hand from yours and swung her legs back onto the side of the chair. "I want nothing to do with that man."

Maker, she was still being stroppy about the Darksaber. Din had won it, fair and square, and to be fair, you're pretty sure he has zero clue about what to do with it or what it means. But Din is a worthy warrior to wield the saber, and that's what makes Bo-Katan pissed.

"I wasn't." You rolled your eyes as you pushed her legs down and sat down on her thighs, your legs placed on either side of them as you moved your hands to her waist, gently holding her hips. "I was going to suggest something else."

The woman turned her head towards your face, a smirk etched onto her face as she took in your position and where your hands were. "Oh? And what might that be?

Smirking back, you pushed her against the back of the chair before slowly removing her armour. "A massage."

"I'm not in the mood for a massage, sweetheart." Bo-Katan rolled her eyes but let you proceed to remove her armour, piece by piece as you placed it gently on the floor. "You don't have to be so careful with it."

"I know." You hummed. "But it's your armour, and I know how much it means to you."

Your words hit deep within the woman. Yes, it was her armour. But what use was it now? When she has no one to lead, no-one to follow her. Bo thought, perhaps she should hang up her armour and settle down on a nice planet with you. You'd follow her, right?

After stripping her of her armour, you removed her trousers, slipping them down her long legs before making your way back up, caressing her thighs as she moaned your name softly. Her hands were coming to hold your shoulders and keep you between her legs, but you were persistent, pushing back against her hold and seeping up to kiss her lips.

"Off now." You commanded, pointedly looking at her covered breasts. The redhead smirked as she slowly stripped off her layers, leaving you growling as she took her sweet time. "You want this massage or not, your Majesty?

"Is that how you talk to your Queen?" Bo gasped in mock horror, finally having taken off her top, leaving her breasts bare and ready for you. "I should have your mouth cleaned for that."

"I'll have you moaning my name in a few. Let's see how mouthy you'll be then." You muttered before shufifng closer on her lap and placing your lips on her buds. The action making Bo let out a loud moan as she gripped your hips, your tongue swirling around her buds, making her gasp every time.

"Fuck- cyar'ika-"

You moved your hand to the other, gently caressing it before squeezing the bud as it grew erect. Underneath your legs, you could feel Bo getting wet, the way her hips were unintentionally thrusting up against yours, the way her hands were gripping your hips ever so tight as she tried to get off.

"Ah ah no." You pulled off her bud, teeth leaving a small bite as you took her hands off your waist and placed them above her head, and with a small click they were locked in place against the chair. "No touching."

Bo growled but kept them in place, instead using her eyes to follow your movements as you slid down her body, becoming eye level with her pussy. Her hips unintentionally trusted upwards, trying to get closer to your mouth but your hands pushed them down roughly.

"Stop moving." You growled, looking back up at her with fire and lust in your eyes. Bo swore the sight of you between her legs would have made her cum right there if you hadn't placed your lips on her clit. The ginger let out a loud moan, hands wanting to move down to pull you closer but remained where they were. "Good girl."

Bo was in agony. Her moans only became louder as she watched your mouth tease her with soft kisses before you moved south, wrapping those luscious lips around her clit and sucked hard making her hips thrust upwards. Her hands immediately came down to your hair as she pulled on it, pressing your face closer to her cunt as she grinded on you.

"Fuck-" You moaned against her wet cunt not bothered about her ignoring your instructions. Using your free hand, you slid two fingers into her, pumping fast. "Use me baby- I want my face to be soake-"

You never got to finish your sentence as Bo let out a load moan of your name, hands tugging on your hair, as she came and gushed all over your face, leaving a wet trial. You watched from below as Bo's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands gently coming away from your hair as she reached for your waist and pulled your body up against her.

She smiled softly as she wiped a finger across your face, sticking it into your mouth before pulling out and reaching down between your bodies. "Fuck- you're soaked cyare."

"Let me return the favour." Bo grinned as she swiftly placed her lips on yours, cleaning the mess she had made on your face.

***

"That was one hell of a massage." Bo laughed, the smile gently returning to her face.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Pray, do tell my princess." Bo gasped as you pressed your body against hers once more, breasts touching hers.

"You're wondering if you should hang up the mantle."

Bo's eyes slipped to yours, sighing in sadness. You always knew what was on her mind. It was something that attracted you to her. "Maybe I should. It's - Mandalore will never be ours again."

"Stop." You pressed a finger to her lips, instantly shushing her. "You are Mandalore. You always have been."

"You're the only one who has ever worked so hard to gain her planet back. I know you've done bad things, but they were all in the name of Mandalore to save our planet. I know you're the only one who can save us. It has to be you. So yes, maybe you should join Din on his ridiculous mission. It would be a start. We could gather members of his covert and restar-"

"No." Bo stopped you. "I can't, its- it's too much. Every single time we try something, it's like we take 5 steps back, and we never end up anywhere. I can't have you doing that again, not with me."

"Bo-" You warned, already knowing where she was heading with this.

"Maybe you should leave too. Everyone else has. Perhaps you'd have a better life." Bo continued, wanting to slowly push you off her but not wanting to lose you either. If this was all she had left, then she would rather savour it for however long she had with you.

"Maybe I should."

In an instant, Bo's head snapped to yours, not expecting you to agree. The shock evident on her face, deep down she believed you would always stay with her, as those in the outer rim would say 'Till death do us part'. But it would seem not, you'd go your own ways and she'd be left alone, again.

Without you.

"But I won't." Grabbing her hands, you placed them on your beating heart. Bo's green eyes filled with salty tears as she tried her hardest not to break down, despite you saying you wouldn't leave her.

"I'd follow you to the end of the galaxy if it meant I could stay by your side, Bo." You spoke gently. The love laced within your words was what made her crack. The tears finally slipped out as she realised you weren't leaving her, the only person who ever believed in her, who stood by her side while she made plans to regain Mandalore. Who swore that she would always love Bo, no matter how much of an asshole she was.

You. Bo's sweet princess was staying.

"Thank you, cyare." Bo sniffed as she pulled you close, placing her forehead against yours as she silently accepted your love. Her hands gently came to hold your face in her palms as she softly spoke her next words. "I do love you, you know that, right? More than I can express."

"I know, Bo." You smiled gently, placing your hands over hers.

***

*beep beep*

"Your majesty." The droid slowly swept in, the skidding noises disrupting your soft moment with Bo. "An unscheduled visitor."

Your lover sighed, gently placing you on her throne as she got up to look out the window, only to spot Din Djarin's N1 flying through the atmosphere. With a determined face, she gave you a nod before announcing, "Let's get rid of him once and for all."

"Bo-

"Fine. We'll see what he wants." Bo rolled her eyes, watching you sat on the throne and made something twirl inside her. "You coming with?"

The loaded question Bo had asked has several answers, but yours? It would always be the same.

"Always."

***

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[wanderingjedi77]

I’ve got a Bo-Katan fic. Din finding out Bo has a badass wife and enjoys seeing Bo go soft for her even as her wife teases her. Bonus points if you can slot fennec in there somewhere.

Please and thank you

Oh I really like this anon. :) I think I slot fennec in here. So here it is. :) I hope you like it.

Bo-Katan x Fem!Reader (Cyar'ika)

You heard the shooting first, follow by shouts in both basic and Mando'a as you sat in your camp. You were alone, and preferred it that way; unless you were with your wife.

The shots come closer and you move to the edge of the encampment, where you see two Mandalorians and a mercenary?She looks like a mercenary fighting Imperials, storm troopers to be specific, and you sigh.

Who are you to miss out on all the action?

You slip on your helmet, and rush into the battle as the Mandalorian in silver armour gets knocked back towards the others-

The Imperial raises his blaster in the confusion and you rush towards him as you pull out your own blaster-

"Get down!" You shout as you shoot one of the Imperials. You look over and register that flash of blue armour and the owl markings to be your wife, Bo-Katan, before you get slammed to the ground, dropping your weapon in the process. You roll the assailant over and take off his helmet, punching him a few times in the face before grabbing your blaster from where it fell and shooting him.

Wild with adrenaline, you stand up and turn to the other remaining troopers-

Din stayed back, halting in his steps as the female Mandalorian shot one imperial, and then grabbed him hard enough to throw him into the storm trooper as they went tumbling off the cliff into the abyss below. She looked at him and he raised his hands in mock surrender.

"This is the way." He said, and the woman laughed under her helmet as she removed it to reveal a woman with a pretty smile. She glanced past him for a moment. "You must be Din. Bo has told me about you a few times. I can't say her stories get any less interesting."

"You know Bo-Katan?" Din asked, as he heard the others come up behind him.

"Do I ever." You say with a knowing smile. You look at Bo as she approaches and winks, her helmet clipped to her belt. "She's my wife."

Bo throws her arms around you, and you rest your head on her shoulder, relaxing. She holds you tight, and doesn't let go as you pull back.

"Miss me that much?" You ask softly.

"Mhmm just a bit my love." Bo replies, and she turns to look at Din, and Fennec. "That's Fennec, she's been helping Din and I out."

You look at the other woman who nods at you firmly.

"It's nice to meet you." You pull away from Bo and hold out your hand, and Fennec shakes it with a smile. You offer your hand to Din and he does the same, if a bit more formal.

"I didn't know you had a wife." Din questions, but his voice is kind. He seems to enjoy watching you interact.

"I bet you didn't know I was a good warrior either. I've saved Bo more times then I can count." You feel Bo slip an arm around your waist and shiver from the contact.

"I've saved you just as many."

"Just a few..."You tease and she laughs, clearly pleased with your answer. Force, you love her laugh.

"You look at each other like your the only stars in the galaxy." Din remarks, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

You look at Bo, who has a little smile on her face that reminds you of when you first kissed her, eyes full of love as she replies,

"She is the only light in my life."

"And you are mine." You answer, heart beating fast in your chest at her answer.

"So are we going to investigate or are you two just going to stand there and flirt with each other until the sun rises?" Fennec smirks.

You blush, and Bo kisses your cheek. "I guess we had better get moving." You look at Bo and kiss her properly. "One for the road, you can have more later when were alone."

"Alright Cyar'ika." Bo replies, tilting her head back as she smiles at you, "You can have your way this time."

You blush and laugh nervously. "Thank you princess." You reply softy, using your nickname for her. You always felt nervous and giddy when she called you sweetheart. "I'll make the most of it."

Bo smiles, puts her helmet back on and makes sure you stay close to her as you follow Fennec and Din. She doesn't want to lose you after all.

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[dino-fart]

The Princess and Her Galaxy | Chapter 1: Unexpected Visitor

Summary + Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Pairing: Bo-Katan x Female!Reader x Din Djarin

Genre: Romance, SMUT 18+ Only

Summary: You are a medic who served Bo-Katan and her team. When Bo-Katan lost the darksaber, you stay by her side even when her team left her. Now in Kalevala, the two of you keep each other company, that is until The Mandalorian shows up. 

You walked out of the shared bedroom in a royal blue backless, plunging neck, split thigh dress, and silver high heels. You had your hair open and loose in it’s natural defined wavy texture, your bangs off to the right side of your face. You sauntered over to the throne room and approached the throne from behind. And there she was, your princess, your strong and beloved Bo-Katan...Sound asleep on her throne in her armor, you found it odd that she found the cold stone throne was more comforting than the bed. 

You gently moved to straddle her lap and your hands roamed over her breastplate and up to her shoulders. You began to gently massage her shoulders and gasped when you felt her hands grip your hips quickly. “Mmm, and what are you doing, my love?” She mumbled and slowly opened her eyes. 

“You looked tense, maybe it’s from sleeping on the throne?” You teased. 

“Probably, perhaps my medic should do something about it~” Bo-Katan smirked and slapped your ass. 

You gasped softly and grinned, “Maybe I should but you are too stubborn.” 

“You love that about me.” 

“Do I?” You smirked. 

“Seems like I need to convince you...” Bo-Katan said in a low voice and sat up. Her gloved hands roamed your bare thighs and she dipped her head between your breasts. You moaned softly and ran your fingers through her red hair. She pushed the fabric of the dress that covered your breasts to the side. Your nipples were hard as the cold air hit but you didn’t have long to react before Bo-Katan began to suck on one nipple and groped the other. 

“Fuck, Bo...” You threw your head back and rocked your hips against hers. 

Bo-Katan chucked and pulled back to run her tongue along your breasts and up to your neck. She kissed along your jawline and moved her hand to slip into your panties. “You knew exactly what you were doing coming here in this sexy dress.” Bo-Katan slapped your ass again. 

“I-I need you, Bo...Please...” You begged, rocking your hips faster. Bo-Katan moved her hand from your ass to grip your hair and kissed you roughly. She slipped her tongue in your mouth and danced with your tongue. You groaned and your hands moved frantically to find the clasps of her armor.

She pressed her breastplate against your bare back and nipped your ear. “Bounce on this cock, my star. Show me how much you need me.” She cooed and moved her head to your neck and bit down roughly. You moaned loudly, the sound echoed throughout the roam. You bounced your hips against the strap-on and fucked yourself. Bo-Katan sucked on the bite and chuckled in your ear. “Good girl.” She cooed and turned your head with her hand in your hair and kissed you passionately. 

A few moments later, you were face down, ass up on the throne with your hands gripping the edge of the arm of the throne to keep yourself steady as Bo-Katan thrusted her blue strap-on, that was hooked over her pants, deep inside of you. The fact that she still had her armor on drove you nuts. Yet you on the other hand had your panties off, the skirt of your dress pushed to the side to show off your ass, and the straps of the dress moved off of your breasts completely. You needed to feel her bare skin on yours. “Bo...” You panted and yelped when Bo-Katan’s hand slapped your ass hard. She gripped your hair again to pull your head back. 

When she pulled back from the kiss and smirked seeing your lips red and puffy and tears of pleasure streaming down your face. “My little whore.” She whispered against your lips and moved away from your face. She sat back up and pushed your face down against the stone and her other hand on your hip. She adjusted her hips and began to pound into you mercilessly. 

“FUCK!” You screamed in pleasure and Bo-Katan was getting wet at your moans. 

The entire room was filled with the sounds of the strap-on slapping against your ass. You were close to your orgasm but you knew you couldn’t let yourself be exhausted. You had your princess to serve after all. You came hard on the strap-on but Bo-Katan didn’t stop her thrusts. You were an overstimulated, sobbing mess as Bo-Katan didn’t let up.

In the midst of Bo-Katan fucking you, the footman droid walked into the room. “I am sorry to interrupt, your majesty, but you have a visitor arriving soon.” It said. 

“N-Now? Who is it?” Bo-Katan grunted as she continued to fuck you. 

“I am not sure, but the ship should be landing soon.” The footman droid said. 

Bo-Katan groaned angrily and slowed her movements. “I need to find out what fool is coming here. Then I’ll finish what I started.” Bo-Katan slapped your ass hard. 

You nodded and Bo-Katan gently pulled you up to sit up on the throne. She took off the strap on and tucked it under the blanket that had her helmet on it. You pulled the straps of the dress back over your breasts and grabbed your panties. You stuffed them in Bo-Katan’s pant pocket and kissed her greedily. Bo-Katan smirked and cupped your face as she kissed you. “You can stay if you want, but if you tease me I will punish you.” She smirked. You bit your lip and nodded. Bo-Katan cleaned your legs up with a small towel she had under the blanket which made you wonder if she had planned this...

“Your majesty, your guest is here.” The footman droid announced and stepped to the side as the infamous Mandalorian stood there with the small pod floating next to him. 

“Why are you here?” Bo-Katan snarled. 

You were sitting on your knees on the throne behind her. Your fingers ran through her hair and you looked over at the silver-armored bounty hunter. “I, uh, I’m sorry to interrupt.” The Mandalorian said distracted by your beauty. 

“If you were sorry, you would’ve called.” She glared. 

You leaned close to Bo-Katan’s ear, “My love, what is that?” 

“Hm?” 

“The little creature in the pod.” 

“That’s the little foundling that the Mandalorian refuses to let go.” Bo-Katan smirked at the Mandalorian. 

“His name is Grogu.” The bounty hunter corrected. 

“He’s cute.” You smiled. 

“You’re welcome to come up to him.” The Mandalorian offered.

“Bo, can I?” You asked your princess softly. 

“You may.” Bo-Katan nodded and you kissed her cheek gently. She smiled watching you walk over to the pod. You tickled Grogu’s hands and played with him while Bo-Katan and Mandalorian talked. Toward the end of the conversation, you stopped playing with the child and turned to Bo-Katan. You heard her tell him that she has no interest in going to the Mines of Mandalore. 

You sighed in relief, not wanting to lose the love of your life. You could hear the determination and disappointment in the Mandalorian’s voice. You gave him a small smile, “I wish you luck in your journey and may the force be with you.” 

“Thank you...” The Mandalorian simply said and watched you walk back over to Bo-Katan. His gaze lingering on your form and your beautiful face.

You stood next to the throne and watched as the Mandalorian continued to stand there. Why was he still here? 

Bo-Katan raised a brow at him, thinking the same as you. “Do you still need something, Din Djarin?” She eyed him. 

Din Djarin...So that was his name...

You watched him look at Grogu and then back at the two of you. 

“If your majesty would allow it...I’d like to rest here for the night.” Din asked. 

Bo-Katan turned to you, “Are you alright with that?” 

You smiled kindly at her and moved your hand to gently brush her hair back, “Yes, my love.” Bo-Katan turned her head slightly to kiss the palm of your hand and turned back to the bounty hunter and child. “You leave in the morning.” She said. 

“Thank you.” Din nodded his head. 

Bo-Katan gestured the footman droid to escort him into the depths of the castle where the bedrooms were. You waved goodbye to the two of them and turned to your princess. She was now standing a few inches from you with a big grin on her face. “Looks like we’ll have to be very quiet.” Bo-Katan pulled you close to her by your waist and kissed you tenderly. 

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[dookuswifey]

THE MANDALORIAN | OneShot

Tw: Sexual content, dirty talk, mommy kink, oral sex, implied Mando x reader

Pairing: Bo-Katan x Fem! Reader

Bo-Katan and reader enjoy the throne room very much.| NSFW

The stone was cold against your heated skin. Your whole body was flushed with excitement and sweaty with heat, from between your legs you could see a mop of red hair slowly kissing up the inner of your thighs, leaving behind big red marks.

Bo-Katan smirked against your skin, bitting down between the V of your legs, leaving marks between your inner thigh and your heated center, that was wet with need.

The bite went thru your nervous system as a new wave of pleasure that made you close your legs around Bo's head,her cold hands held your knees apart as she smirked at your sweaty flushed face. Her bossy tone was betrayed by her desire as she ordered;

- Be a good girl and spread your legs for mommy, sweetheart- She mumbled, bitting your thigh as with a snap her black bra came undone, leaving the mouth-watering sight close enough to tease your with it's rounded perfection but not close enough for you to reach or latch your mouth onto the pink buds.

- Do as your Mandalo'r tells you, cyare - Her body hovered over yours as you searched for her blue eyes, her gaze was almost black with only a thin ring of greyish blue.

A soft cry escaped your mouth as you obeyed, spreading your legs wider, each of your heels on one of the armrests of the throne, just as Bo-Katan liked.

- You look so pretty,baby... all naked on my throne...What would we do if someone came in..- She mummbled against your lips, bitting softly as your kissed sweetly. As she pulled away from the kiss you opened your eyes, she smirked again, kissing her way down to your heat.

Her kisses came to a stop as she reached your mound, her eyes searched for yours, making sure you were watching as she softly pulled on the skin of your clit with her lips with a loud "SLURP" and released it loudly with a satisfied hum.

- What if Mando walked in, hm?? What would we say?- The read headed woman stood up, shimmying her humid black panties off.- Should we let him fuck you raw against my throne? Hm?? I bet you'd like it- She smirked, her long fingers caressed your needy lips teasingly as she hummed- Maybe if you're a good girl for me...- Her caresses spread the wetness of your core around your entrance, making sure you were well-prepared.

- Will you be mommy's good girl?- she smirked, as your hands reached and played with her tits.- Mmh...I missed you while you were on your mision with him...Did you think of me while you were alone, my pretty girl? Did you miss me? I sure did miss you, Mesh'la.- the redhaired woman said, as she sat in front of her throne, her back resting on it. You whined as you loosed the feeling of her heated skin against yours. Her head rested on the seat,between your thighs as her hands reached for your waist, pulling you closer to the edge of the throne and closer to her.

- Now... Come sit down on my face and I'll show you how much I've missed you...- Bo-Katan smirked before her hands softly gave your butt a push so your core engulfed Bo's smiling face.

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[kenjiro-kun]

Opposite Beliefs

Characters: Bo-Katan and The Armorer

Show: Mandalorian

Reader: Female

Pairing: Mandalorian Reader

PoV: Second

Masterlist

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You were a part of the Watch. You were very passionate about keeping your helmet on and your face hidden from everyone. Even if your relationship with Bo has evolved romantically. She never understood the thought of it but respected your choices on being a member of the Watch as she did with Din. The only problem that came about was that she wanted to see your face, the woman she loved. She wanted to kiss you without the helmet being in the way. It was clear that she fell in love with your personality and soul rather than your appearance. Nevertheless, she wanted to see the woman she grew the care for. It was a selfish desire she kept hidden in the back of her mind.

"You seem tense, Bo. What is on your mind?"

She turned to you, knowing that she was not protected by her helmet to cover her face at the moment.

"What isn't on my mind?" She replied. "There are a lot of things to think about."

"True." You chuckled. "Try not to answer my question with a question, Bo. We are past that."

"Sorry." She glanced at you. "I just have selfish desires that I have to deal with myself."

You were surprised at her honesty and words.

"There is no need to worry."

"I am not. I know whatever those are we can overcome them."

"These are my own issues to attend." She noticed your shoulders slump.

"Selfish desires? It's vague. You aren't doing anything dangerous, are you?"

"Dangerous? Not in the sense that we will be injured, no."

"Then what."

She sighed. "It's been so long since I've loved someone. And being able to feel such a way with you, it's amazing."

"What's the twist."

She closed her eyes, her hands balled into fists. "I want to see your face." You stood silent. "It is my issue to deal with."

She felt her body she pushed to the rock. You lifted with your helmet to the point that your face was still covered, but you managed to catch your lips with hers.

"I can not grant you access as I will break the creed." You inhaled. "But a kiss could suffice?"

Her face was warm, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm okay." She responded instantly.

She loved the taste of you, more than she could possibly imagine.

---

You do not follow the Watch. You did not see the Watch as anything dangerous, coming as a guest and an intimidating woman to the members who did not know outside of the tribe, but you walk around with your face exposed. You stuck out like a sore thumb when you did, which caught Armorer's attention quicker than any other. Sometimes, she yearned for you to join, for you to be under her care in a different way than just being a Mandalorian side-by-side. She believed your relationship would be even more intimate if you became one with the Watch, knowing the waters are not poisoned.

You were loved by the others. They learned from you and looked for guidance from you in another way than when it came to her. She adored it. You heard in her voice when she spoke to you.

You sat down as she forged items of various creations. It was a calming moment between you two when she was at work.

"I have a question for you."

You glanced over at her as she hovered a piece of beskar over a flame. "What is it?"

"Have you ever considered joining us?"

"Joining?" You cocked an eyebrow. "It has never crossed my mind. Well. . . It has, but I have my doubts if my word will be forever. I do not have passion for the Watch---to devote myself to the creed."

"I see." She set the piece into the water. "Would you change your mind if I personally ask you to join?"

"You want me to join?"

"It will be no issue for you to bathe in the waters and come back to in act the creed."

You frowned. "I'm not sure. I love you, and I respect the Mandalorians who have come to state the creed, but it's not for me. Besides, we are united no matter what we believe in."

"Indeed we are." She hammered.

The silence continued as the both of you came to a comfortable stop in your conversation. She may yearn from you, but it is your choice in the end.

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[yourmumsc0ck]

NER KAR'TA (4)

"My heart"

'THE RECONCILE'

Summary: A time after the Purge, Bo-Katan runs into an old 'acquaintance' as she roams the galaxy alone

Bo-Katan Kryze x fem!ClanVizslaR

(Can be read individually)

Word count: 1.8k

"Imperial security checks ahead, have identichips ready. Imperial security checks ahead..." the monotonous drone of the announcement resonates from the speakers across the cramped street in a slightly unsynchronised echo. Being pulled along with the turbulent tide of city night goers, even Bo couldn't navigate her way out of the crowd that she had found herself so suddenly immersed in.

Despite the cloudless night sky far above, the overwhelming darkness of the atmosphere meant the permanent streams of starship underbelly lights replaced the static stars. The only sources of light at ground level came from boldly lit storefronts advertising all manners of exotic items. However, the cramped, high-walled street meant almost all of these lights were permanently obscured by curtains of passers by or sheets of stiffly vertical rain.

"Understood," a stormtrooper states firmly to member of the crowd, whose figure was covered by a low-hanging, dark robe. The torrential rain pommels off every sky-facing surface, which includes Bo's exposed head. As dripping auburn hair falls into her face and obscures her view, the former Mand'alor only catches a glimpse of the dark figure merging back into the sea of people.

Helmet firmly under her arm and cloak, Bo focuses on finding her way out of this situation: she has no identification, and any facial scan would send her straight to the ISB for definite execution. She hadn't battled this long through her life to lose at surprise ID checkpoint.

Slowly inching her way to the right side of the street, she finds herself uncomfortably close to the row of stormtroopers attentively monitoring the process. Bo knew she had to make a break for it soon.

Looking up a little, she hopes her semi-clear view of the galaxy above would not be her last. It was too soon to say goodbye.

Inhaling deeply and grasping the hilt of her holstered hand blaster, Bo steps out of the crowd and tries to slip away between two groups. Despite her efforts, it was almost inevitable that she would be spotted.

"Hey! You there!" the slight augmented voice of a trooper calls out sharply as he lifts his blaster, "Stop where you are!"

Revealing her fire arm, Bo shoots before he can, the pinpoint shot sending him into a crumpled heap.

"Stop!-"

Another falls to her blaster shot, but she hadn't expected the reinforcements to surround her with such quick coordination.

"Hands up! Drop your weapon!" the stormtrooper ahead of her yells.

Bo refuses: she won't go down so easily.

"I said: hands up-" the man continues, taking two steps forward. Bo raises her blaster quickly, ready to fire, "Drop it-"

"Stop!" a strangely familiar voice cuts through the already turbulent situation. To her left, Bo watches with confusion as the hooded figure from earlier emerges. In the fractured darkness of the street, their face is still obscured, "I am ISB Lieutenant Paxton, and this rebel is under my custody."

'Oh, kriff," Bo thinks with a sense of almost humorous dread, "Maybe I should've got myself shot."

"Sir, may I see some identification?" the nearest one asks with a deep, clipped tone.

There's a moment's pause, before the figure responds, "Yes... if you must."

Holding out the indentichip for examination, the trooper quickly stiffens and holds his blaster to his side, "Sorry, sir. Would you like an accompanying guard, sir?"

"No, that won't be necessary, trooper," the voice dismisses him, before approaching Bo in two measured steps, "This rebel will not attempt to fight me, if she knows what's best for."

"Very well, sir."

"You are dismissed," the others all hurry away. Arm suddenly twisted behind her back, Bo finds herself being pushed forcefully down a deserted alley way, winding through a maze of identically depressive streets.

"Get off me, you-" surprisingly, the supposed ISB agent lets go before even having to complete her demand. Bo watches the still-concealed figure, before asking with indigent confusion, "Who are you?"

"You are a very different woman to find, Kryze," you respond slowly, watching as her eyes search desperately under your hood for any glimpse of your appearance.

"Who are you?" she asks again, slowing and emphasising each word. You can see why she was such an intimidating Mand'alor.

"I got word from various contacts of a 'lone Mandalorian female with blue and white armour'. It had to be you," you continue, "didn't make the journey to track you any shorter. Like really, Canto Bight? Daiyu?"

Bo pauses, as if realising that this person is no ordinary bounty hunter or recruiter. However, they also couldn't be from the Empire. This time, with caution and deep thought to her words, she asks again, "...Who are you?"

You let out a slight huff: you thought she might have worked it out herself. With the rain still pouring between you like a thick, translucent pane of scratched glass, you tug down your hood and immediately feel the pummelling droplets cascading over every inch of your exposed head.

Despite being able to see her for the past few minutes, it's different to see her when she can see you as well. It had been so long, yet she and her gaze had changed so little. Both her gaze for people, and her gaze for you.

"...Mesh'la?" she takes a tentative step forwards, watching you as intently as she always did. However, this time you can see into her eyes as well (something which her heavily guarded persona used to conceal so steadfastly). She appears almost... nervous. But how could that be?

"Bo- I-" your words catch. Despite practicing a whole range of ways this could go, all memory of that preparation was lost down the gutter along with the tidal curtains of sweeping rain. As she takes another step, it's apparent that she is becoming even clearer; every curve and ridge of her face was so familiar.

"You died..." she mumbles, her face falling to a concernedly disappointed one as she almost appears to be trying to wake herself from a vision of sorts. That wasn't quite how you saw this going. You had had your fair share of near-lethal run ins with the Empire, but none that- oh...

Tenad 3 Major: a run of the mill, mid-rim trade port which had an unusually lucrative cargo going through it a few years ago. Now, to all of your sources - including your initial informant and semi-boss at the time - it was barely guarded with anything more than a couple of TIEs. Easy work. Except... it really wasn't. A few mistimed proton bombs and another volatile cargo shipment (doing what volatile shipments do) later, and the Empire had declared you dead. Or, 'perished with indistinguishable incineration' was there exact phrasing.

"Tenad was a mess, but I'm fine..." the vast burn marks from the proton blast and general anarchy said differently. However, with some backstreet modshop appointments and a few too many of those bacta viles later, and you looked significantly less like fried Bantha fodder than before. Didn't mean you felt less like it though.

"Your ear..." of course she noticed so quickly. With a face of pure concern, her exposed fingertips reach up to brush the freezing, rain-covered metal surface.

Despite keeping it exposed because you thought it looked pretty badass, you begin feel slightly insecure. What if she doesn't like it? It's not very Mandalorian, is it?, "I've been meaning to, uh, cover it up, but- but I-"

"I like it, cyar'ika," she smiles lightly, the slight tense in her jaw and static nature of her eyes telling you she hadn't done that in a while. But you loved the sight. Tracing around the shape, her finger follows down to where the metal binds back with the skin by your jaw. As she crosses the boundary, you shiver at the contact, "It's been so long... I feel like I know nothing about you anymore."

"You know everything important, cyare," you lean slightly into her touch. There's a clear Rancor in the room however, so you decide to get it over with, "I'm so sorry... about the Purge, that is... I- you..."

She notices how you get lost again, choking up at the thought of losing your home so permanently beyond your reach. For you, Mandalore was not a place; it was foremost a people. And those people were so brutally gone.

"It wasn't the planet... it was my clan; my people beyond that. I was lost, but I still slept. That was, until I hear you were dead, and I never even got the chance to protect you..." you step forward as her eyes glaze, knowing this moment of such vivid vulnerability was something she wasn't used to. You grab her free hand, pulling away layers of the rain between you until it is only a thin veil, "All I could see was your burning armour, and smoke, and a wreckage, and you just being gone, and-"

"Shh, cyare..." you reach your hand up to her rain-soaked cheek and hold it with tantalising delicacy as you ghost your finger over the edge of her cheek bone. The dim night - interrupted intermittently by dashing streaks of transport lights above - condenses and confines itself into the high-walled, cramped alley like a compressed blanket, pushing you even further together. You breath, "One day, you will balance those nights lost with ones of pure nothingness. And I will be here... if you want me, that is."

She lets out a huffed laugh, a playfully sad smile toying on her lips, "Of course I want you, mesh'la."

Your tracing stops as you fix your position. A silent conversation passes between you, just as you imagine the mystical force to allow the Jedi to do the same. It's paralysingly small between you, however the tumbling torrents of rain still find gaps to trickle through. That and half a breath of air are all that is between you.

"You still have it," you sort of blurt out as you notice the fragment of rugged, red stone you had given her as a parting gift now hanging around her neck on a black chain.

She smiles softly, though a sad tinge creeps up and down-turns her eyes a fraction, "I couldn't hope to close my eyes for a minute without it."

There's no dramatic crash, nor are jumping sparks between you. Instead, it feels homely. The familiar feeling of your closeness had been in everything but the physical nature. The lack of rain between you had left a warm silence to enclose around you like a swaddling blanket. Neither of you deepen the tantalising connection, allowing the light brushes and urge for air to bring you back to reality.

Bo finally tilts her chin down, her forehead resting on yours, "All this time..."

"I didn't live..." you breath deeply, "because I can't live without ner kar'ta (my heart)."

Aww, wasn't that cute. Anyway, that's the end so check out the rest of the series if you haven't already!!

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[ramen-flavored]

Absolutely love that this season is just Din being the side character in his own show

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[raggedy-dxctor]

Bo-Katan Kryze headcanons

pairing(s): bo-katan kyrze x gn!reader

warnings: none!

has a giant soft side

likes to surprise you with dates

ESPECIALLY intimate, lowkey ones

she'll walk you blindfolded up to a hill and sit you down, taking the blindfold off to show you a gorgeous sunset and a picnic, its nothing majorly special, just some fruits from the planet over and her company, but that's perfect

loves physical contact, whether it's hand holding, an arm around your shoulders or waist or your head in her lap or you sat in it, she melts

really loves playing with your hair

compares you to beautiful things in nature, like bird song, or the prettiest flowers in meadows, or the sunrise, or the sunset, or the most comforting forest, or the soft rain

she's fully confident that you're the one and likes to let you know that with simple gestures and gifs

she realised her feelings for you when your eyes glinted as she told stories of her home planet, the curiosity in your voice and respect just made her swoon, she'd definitely been in love with you for years at that point t though, but the two of you were never close enough for her to consider the feelings

im gonna be honest, she is not one to beat around the bush, she's upfront

the second time it happens and you ask her about mandalore and show genuine awe she just turns your chin towards her smashes her lips into yours

very protective of you, it kinda makes you and din laugh together when she moves to stand infront of you as din bows/nods his head in respect

big spoon, always

absentmindedly traces circles into your skin when she's deep in thought

usually never wears her full armour around you

also doesn't mind if you touch the armour either, buy if anyone else considers touching it she'd snap their fingers off

domestic and intimate scenes with her are like what life's all about

waking up with her in the morning, a sleepy smile on her lips as she scans your features, admiring them as if the two of you haven't been together for years. the sound of bird song beings her out kf her trance and she laughs, leaning over to kiss you gently before getting out of bed or pulling you closer to bury herself into your neck

very confident at saying "I love you" there's never any hesitation because she's never been more truthful about something in her life

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[ghostofskywalker]

Hiding Away From The Galaxy

Bo-Katan Kryze/Former Jedi!Reader

Words: 1,298

Summary: It's been years since you've seen her, and at this point you had resigned to never know how she truly felt about you. Or at least, you had until you received word from a different Mandalorian, claiming to know where she was.

flower and meaning: star of bethlehem || forgiveness

Note: this was originally going to be part of my october fics this year, but I realized that it fit really well with one of my flowers for the @yearofcreation2023, so it got moved up :)

Bo-Katan Kryze Masterlist || Year of Flowers Masterlist

To say that you were nervous was an understatement. You truly believed that you were never going to see her again, and now here you were, about to land in front of the majestic castle that she had taken residence in. Thoughts swirled in your head, wondering what she looked like now, how she was doing, and whether or not she’d even want to see you again. 

You had received a communication a little while ago from Tatooine, so you hopped on a holo call and spoke to a Mandalorian about someone you had known a long time ago. You had long since left behind the rules and rituals of the Jedi Code, and at first you didn’t even want to accept the call, but something in your brain told you to listen to what this man had to say. 

When you heard her name, you froze. The Mandalorian hadn’t told you how he knew her or what she was doing, only that he had learned from a mutual friend of yours (that turned out to be Ahsoka Tano herself), that you and Bo-Katan were once close, and he felt that you deserved to know where she was. 

Your brain was suddenly filled with complex thoughts and you attempted to sort through the wave emotion that came flooding to the surface of your psyche. You thanked this man for reaching out to you and ended the call, wondering what you should do. You had disappeared completely all those years ago because you were being hunted, your own troops had turned on you, and you didn’t understand what was going on. A few years ago you had reunited with Ahsoka, and she explained that all the clones were acting on the orders of inhibitor chips in their brain and had no control over themselves. Your heart broke for the men you had grown to call your friends, and how terrible it must have been for them to experience.

That conversation had also proved that Bo-Katan had never been part of the threat, and now you felt bad for not trying to find her. 

Now, after the fall of the Empire, you still hadn’t reached out. Part of you was afraid of what she might say, and the other part of you was nervous for another reason. The last time you had seen Bo-Katan, you had promised to have a discussion about your feelings soon, as a way to finally temper some of the growing romantic tension between you, and you didn’t know if she would still remember that, and if she did, if she even felt that way towards you. You wouldn’t blame her if she had written you off completely, given the way you had practically disappeared from the galaxy. 

When the ramp extended on your ship and you stepped out into a light drizzle, a small astromech droid puttered up from inside the grand building, and a droid that looked similar to the old medical droids of the Clone Wars walked beside it. You took a deep breath before speaking. “I’d like to speak to Bo-Katan Kryze,” you said. It was short, simple, and to the point. The droid paused before extending a mechanical arm from its head, beckoning you to follow it inside. 

There was a stiffness to the way you walked as you followed the astromech. Did she know that you were here already? Would she kick you out when she saw you? 

A set of doors opened in front of you, and you stepped into the most heartbreakingly empty room you had ever seen. Save for what looked like a throne at the front of the room and what looked like multiples of the same flag hanging from each pillar where the wall jutted out, this space was void of any personalizations. The only light came from windows on one side of the room, casting everything in an asymmetrical shadow. Sprawled out on that throne with her head down, you recognized the red hair and teal armor of your long-lost friend. 

You began to walk through the room, and she finally picked her head up when you were about five paces away. “What are you doing here?” she asked, her voiced echoing through the room. 

“Another Mandalorian reached out to me from Tatooine,” you said softly. “I wanted to come and apologize for disappearing all that time ago.” 

Clearly she knew the man in which you were referring to, because she rolled her eyes before speaking. “Why now?” she asked.

Confused, you looked at her. “What do you mean?” 

“Ahsoka told me about Order 66,” she said, sitting up to better face you. “And I understand why you might have thought I was part of it. But why did you wait so long to try and find me after you realized I wasn’t a threat?” 

That question hurt more than you wanted it to, and you decided to just tell the truth, lay it all out on the line. “Because I was afraid,” you said. “Not that you would kill me or call me a traitor, but of what we were going to discuss the next time we saw each other.” 

The look on her face changed for a moment. 

“I have cared about you for so long,” you continued. “And I’ve lived a life where that kind of attachment was forbidden. Even after the Jedi Order was officially wiped out, I had a hard time trying to rationalize the way I felt for you. I was terrified that I had misread every interaction we’ve ever had, and so until that man reached out to me recently I hadn’t even gathered up the courage to confront myself, let alone someone else.” 

She got up from the throne, walking down so that the two of you were facing each other. “I spent years worrying that you were dead,” she said. “It was only after I reunited with Ahsoka that she told me you were alive, though she didn’t yet know where you were. You certainly didn’t misread our interactions.” 

“Can we start over?” you asked, fighting back a shaky breath that threatened to exit your body in the form of a sob. This felt like the most important question you would ever ask, and if she refused, you didn’t know what would happen. “As if the galaxy didn’t get in the way of things?” 

There was a moment of silence before she responded, and for a fleeting moment you were terrified that she would deny the way you offered up your heart on a platter. “I’d like that,” she said softly. 

All the tension and fear evaporated from your body in a instant, and you took a step closer to her, not sure how to react. 

Eventually, you just decided to take another chance and wrap your arms around her, the same way you had the last time you had seen each other, all those years ago. Her armor still felt exactly as you had remembered it, and you felt her arms wrap around you too. You buried your face in her neck, breathing deeply as you tried to memorize exactly the way she smelled, and the way her armor and skin felt beneath your fingertips. 

“So, since we’ve got some catching up to do, how about we get something to eat?” she suggested, and all you could do was nod in response, fighting back tears of joy. 

You hated that it took this long to try and find out what had happened to her, but you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled through your body in this moment. It might take a little while to get back to where you used to be, but you’d put in the time. 

For her you’d do anything.

- the end -

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[candyfloss5000]

Hear me out

okay but the guy who plays that Mandalorian that everyone thinks is Korkie is so fine.

I want to smash him into oblivion but in a sexy way

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[bi-grlsdoitwell]

Dom Bo-Katan x Fem Reader (although nothing gender specific) build up to spanking.

A little heated making out on the throne 👀

It's short but whatever.

"Come here." Bo-Katan demanded as she sat with her legs spread on her throne.

It had been 2 days since you disobeyed her orders during a mission on Zeffo, ploughing through Imps with your weapons and almost getting yourself killed. Anger and blood lust taking over despite your leader's orders to fall back. But Bo-Katan wasn't just your leader, she was your wife who would be broken if anything was to happen to you.

You closed the gap between the two of you, looking down at the redhead, whose eyes were darker than usual, staring up at you.

"You disobeyed me back on that fucking planet. I nearly lost you." There was a sting in her voice, although spoken with a softer gravelly tone.

She reached out to grab your hand, suddenly pulling you to straddle her thighs. Her face inches apart from yours, her hot breath on your lips.

"I'm not impressed. You need to be better at taking orders." Her lidded eyes were taking your face in, stopping at your lips.

Bo-Katan gently pressed a kiss to them, sucking your lower lip into her mouth. You moaned quietly, bringing your hands around the back of her neck to steady yourself. She deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue into your mouth. You both carried on like this for a while, beginning to move your bodies against each other for some kind of friction.

Bo-Katan let out a growl, breaking away from your lips almost in frustration at letting herself get carried away with your passionate kissing session. She looked at you then with a serious expression, like she'd switched back to leader mode.

You raised your eyebrows, a small smirk forming on your face. You knew that your punishment was coming.

Bo-Katan tilted her head to one side, looking you up and down whilst removing her gloves.

"Over my knee. Now."

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