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#it should've been boba

kanansdume · 9 months

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We've now had two storylines where someone acquired the Darksaber and ultimately choose to pass it over to Bo-Katan, and they've been completely disappointing for very different reasons.

With Sabine in Rebels, it's disappointing because there was SO MUCH build-up for Sabine to truly take on the responsibility of the Darksaber and help rebuild Mandalore through it with her newfound Jedi teachings of mercy and compassion. They literally have people KNEEL to her only for Sabine to decide later that she didn't want it and just hand it over to the first person who showed up and that seemed halfway decent and willing to take it off her hands. It was a wasted storyline for Sabine.

With Din in The Mandalorian, it's disappointing because the Darksaber now comes with certain pay-off expectations that wouldn't have made any sense for Din without making him act pretty radically out of character which means the only reasonable ending is for him to give it to someone else, but making it Bo-Katan again just feels redundant and it brings up the question of why they bothered to give it to Din in the first place rather than just letting Bo-Katan get it in season 2. Or better yet, why they took it away from Bo-Katan again at all. Everything about it was executed badly, from the set-up to the pay-off. Din never should've had it in the first place because he's never once been set up as someone who could lead, or even someone who might WANT to lead. Din's a lone wolf who almost always allows someone else to take the lead when he has to work in groups. And if it was always going to go back to Bo-Katan, they should've just allowed her to keep it anyway. Especially since they decided to destroy it immediately after they gave it back to her in the stupidest way possible.

I have no hope that the Darksaber won't somehow have survived being incinerated and come back in another future storyline, but I desperately hope it stays dead because it's never once been utilized in an actually satisfying way.

#star wars #sabine wren #din djarin #bo-katan kryze #the mandalorian #rebels #star wars rebels #swr #darksaber #boba is the ONLY character that had a storyline about learning to be a good leader #and they BOTCHED it #but it should've been boba to end up with the darksaber from the beginning #not because of any legends bs with jango or jaster #but because he is literally the only character they bothered to actually show being a leader #he's the only character with an entire show about becoming a leader #bo-katan just keeps getting handed the thing after showing how terrible of a leader she is over and over again #and granted tbobf was horrifically done and boba doesn't come off looking very good in it #but the entire story was supposed to be about boba learning to lead #and learning to lead in a place where the people don't historically get along well #they even gave him a connection TO THE TUSKENS #the story of bridging the gap between the tuskens and the settler people of tatooine was RIGHT THERE #as a parallel to bringing together people who have only ever fought each other #like #gee #i dunno #all the mando factions that are constantly at war with one another #the opportunity was RIGHT THERE #and they WASTED IT #it should've been boba #and before that it should've been sabine

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kissohee · 6 months

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coming down idol!shotaro x idol!fem!reader ☆ nsfw ; wc : 1.9k ☆ one-shot mdni! synopsis; you and shotaro get paired up for a dance cover, but after a lot of tension, you find yourself in a sticky situation (literally) warnings; practice room floor sex, dry humping, recording, unprotected sex (AND cumming inside)

When you debuted, you had expected people to like you. So when they did in fact like you a lot, it wasn't a surprise. Your group debuted on the more mature-sexy side of concepts after companies realized older fans were in demand of it, and when you listen to fans, you get more money. Already a week into your debut , your manager had mentioned that SM had plans of making one of the members from your group do a dance cover with a boy group member, but never specified anymore than that. You were honestly taken aback when your manager said SM wanted you to be the one to do the cover. Sure, you were very popular but you didn't exactly find yourself particularly great at dancing. At least not enough for you to do a cover dance. But it seemed like the company thought otherwise.

When your manager finally told you who you'd be doing the dance cover with, it started to make more sense. Shotaro. Of course, you should've guessed it. You had done a tiktok dancing to your debut song with Shotaro and the comments were flooded with people saying how you guys had such similar energy. It wasn't the reaction you had thought you would get from doing a quick 50 sec video with him, but it seemed to have boosted both of your groups, which is probably why SM is milking the fuck out of it. That's why you found yourself standing outside an empty practice room, waiting for your dance buddy and instructor to meet you. Out of nervousness, you accidentally arrived 1 hour early, so you took a seat right next to the room door. "How long have you been waiting there?" You hear a voice ask, looking up to see the adorable boba eyes of Osaki Shotaro. "Not too long," You stood up, dusting off the back of your pants and giving him a warm smile. "You know," he opens the practice room and holds the door open for you, "The door was open. You could've just walked in." "Oh." He lets out a small giggle and watches as you enter the practice room. "Instructor said he's running slightly late, so it'll be just us for a bit." He informs you. "So uh, why do you think SM picked us to do the dance?" Attempting at small talk, he gives you a smile. "Well it was originally my decision." He starts, grabbing his water bottle and drinking whatever liquid was in it. "What do you mean?" You furrow your brows. "SM allowed me to pick someone to do the dance with," He looks you in your eyes, "So I picked you." "Oh.." The conversation ended there due to how fast your heart started beating, you played with your fingers until the instructor finally arrived. After he apologized for being late, and blaming it on traffic, he started by saying he was going to show you guys the dance first before he started teaching it. The dance instructor started playing the dance on the large tablet so you and Shotaro can see what it's supposed to look like. You recognized the song as The Weeknd's Coming Down, and by the middle of the chorus you understood that this was supposed to be on the sexier side. "Isn't it a bit-" You look at Shotaro and back at the instructor, "Scandalous?" "Well," Shotaro piped up, "It's just a dance, I'm sure it's fine!" He gave you a warm smile before standing up and holding his hand out so you could also stand up. About 2 hours had passed and you guys were making fast progress with parts of the dance. It wasn't too difficult, thankfully, and Shotaro was there to help if you were confused on anything. He was the perfect dance partner. "We'll end here," The instructor says, "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Same time."

☆ Everyday, for almost a week and a half, you had spent 5 hours with Shotaro, going over the same parts you had already done. You had all but one move left to learn and rehearse. "Okay, now Shotaro I need you to lay on the floor. Y/N sit on his stomach. On my count, flip her over so that she's on the floor instead." The instructor ordered and you both nodded. When Shotaro finished getting into the position the same guy in the video was, you sat on his lower stomach. On the instructors count you rolled your body down so your chests were touching, letting Shotaro know that he can move onto the next move. He placed his right hand on your waist and his left hand on your upper back before flipping you over. What you weren't told was that it would result in your head banging against the hard floors. "Ow.." You whined before rubbing the back of your head. "Shit, I'm so sorry." Shotaro gets off of you and gives you an apologetic look, "I didn't mean for you to hit your head." "I know, it's okay." You sit up and the instructor shakes his head. "Do it again, this time less hard." He orders, "Hand placement was good Shotaro." Shotaro replies with a nod and you guys switch positions again. This time when he flipped you over, he quickly moved the hand on your upper back and placed it under your head to avoid it hitting the ground. He was also a lot closer this time, your faces only inches away and his eyes burned into yours. You had kind of wished your dance instructor wasn't here, you were almost embarrassed at how red you felt. Was Shotaro always so attractive? "It was better this time right?" He asks, unsure if it was towards you or the instructor, the feeling of his warm breathe hit your face. "Well it's a start, there's just no tension. And there needs to be tension." the instructor sighs loudly, "Let's pack it up today. We don't have practice tomorrow so I'll see you the next day." When he left you and Shotaro alone in the practice room, the silence in the room was deafening. "Uh-" He starts, his voice shaking a lot more than before, "Do you wanna still do practice tomorrow? Just the two of us? I think we could use the extra time." "Sure." You accept his proposal, "4pm."

☆ It was hotter in the practice room this time, the air was a lot more suffocating, and the energy felt different. Shotaro was a lot more serious today too, so much so that it worried you. "We don't have to practice it today," you gave him a sincere look, "The instructor should be back tomorrow so we could just do it when he's there." "No, it's okay," he smiled softly, "We don't have too much time left so let's just do what we need to work on today." You nodded in response, and watched as he lifted off his sweater, which made you do the same. "We need to work on that one part where you flip me over, right?" He nods in confirmation and sets up the companies tablet to record your practice, so when you look back at it you know what to fix. He positioned himself on the floor and you took a deep breath before sitting on his stomach. When you were both comfortable, Shotaro flipped you over just like you had been practicing the day prior. His nose bumps against yours, looking into your eyes. His body tense over yours as neither one of you choose to move, and become all too aware of the way his crotch is directly on top of yours.

His eyes travel from your eyes to your lips, his hand still holding your waist as he leans in and stops hesitantly. When you don't move, he leans in again, this time placing his soft lips on yours. Your hands move to hold the sides of his face as you reciprocate the kiss. His hand sneaks under your shirt to touch your skin, deepening the kiss and biting your bottom lip delicately. You softly moan into his ear, the sound going straight to his cock. You feel the way his dick hardens and experimentally circle your hips to apply feeling to it. "Y/N.." He groans, doing the same motion back. "W-we shouldn't be doing this here." "But you're not stopping," You wrap your leg around his waist, making his grinding even more pleasurable than before. "I don't want to." He lowers his head to kiss the side of your neck before sucking on it, leaving marks trailing down your neck to your chest. "O-okay," you close your eyes and let your head rest, the feeling of his lips making your stomach flip. "You look so pretty like this," He looks at you, satisfied with his markings. "You always look pretty though." "Shotaro.." The lights from the practice room was lit comfortably to see him perfectly, his lips swollen and his hair already sticking to his forehead. "Need you in me." You pout and toy with the band of his sweats. "You sure?" his eyes glisten and a small smile appears on his face. You nod, and start untying his pants when he sits up, which he allows. He frees his cock from his pants, letting out a soft moan when it hits his stomach. You look at his cock, worried if it'll fit but still removing your clothes nonetheless. Shotaro looks at your panties, "These stay on." He hooks his finger around one strap and pulls you to sit on his lap. Holding onto your thighs, he controls your movement. Your pussy perfectly rubbing against his cock, taking notice in the way his precum gets on your panties. Becoming more desperate, you pick up the pace, moving your panties to the side to allow direct contact of your skin on his. Shotaro's grip on your thighs tightens, his head falling back. You gently hold up Shotaro's cock, positioning yourself on top of it before sitting down. The feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock makes his eyes roll back, "F-fuck." "Taro," you moan, fingernails digging into Shotaro's clothed back. The practice room air getting thicker when you start moving on his cock. The feeling of his cock against your walls feeling euphoric. Shotaros hips lift up, hitting you deeper than before. You were sure you were going to cum faster than you wanted, but with the way Shotaros dick kept twitching, you were sure he was too. "Sh-shit," His voice trembled, "feels too go-good, im gon' cum." You found yourself unable to respond in words, instead speeding up your hips to help both of you reach your climax. "Fuck.." You bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning any louder, forgetting where you guys are. "T-together," he pleads, "Please." You nod, feeling the knot in your stomach as Shotaro's movement becomes erratic. He lifts you up and drops you down on his cock one last time, the feeling immedeatly sending you straight to release. The feeling of your cum on Shotaro's cock sends him over the edge, releasing inside of you before he could pull out. "Fuck you're so good." He looks at you with a softened expression, your head rests on his shoulder. "I'll get up," You mumble, "Just give me a minute."

☆ When you finally clean up the mess you made, Shotaro remembers that he had the tablet recording. He grabs it to see if it recorded what you guys did. After confirmation that it did, his head gets fuzzy just looking at what you guys did. It causes the tablet to fall out of his hands, and when he picks it up, his face drops. "Are you okay?" You rush over to see what's wrong. "Uh, don't kill me," He gives you a worried look, "I accidentally sent the video in."

i tried rushing the actual story leading up to the sex as much as i could because i just wanted to write the sex oops 😭 - 🐠

#riize smut #riize imagines #riize x reader #shotaro smut #shotaro x reader

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dalekofchaos · 23 days

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Context

Hux. Short version, Hux reveals Kylo killing Snoke to the FIrst Order leadership. Hux ousts Ben and becomes Supreme Leader. Now Hux plans to exterminate The Jedi, force sensitives everywhere and lead to the death of the force. Long version read here.

Kylo as the villain. Adam Driver said the plan was never to redeem Ben Solo, that was a late change to appease everyone. So my big pitch for Supreme Leader Kylo Ren. To me Kylo Ren is what Vader could’ve been had he reached his full potential. A Vader who was never wounded on Mustafar, a Vader who killed a close family member and his master. He is the villain they were looking for, but no they had to course correct.As for what his motivation could be, exactly what he said. Finish what Vader started. Destroy the Light and reign over the galaxy as Supreme Leader. Long version. Other look at Kylo as the villain

Snoke's essence transferred into Kylo Ren the moment he killed Snoke.

Darth Plagueis was a powerful Sith Lord who could influence the midichlorians to create life and also save others from dying. He taught everything he knew to his apprentice, Sheev Palpatine (aka Darth Sidious), but he eventually lost his power and young Palpatine killed him in his sleep. How could Plagueis not foresee his own demise at the hands of his ambitious apprentice? Why did Plagueis suddenly “lose his power”? The truth is, he didn’t lose his power and he knew Sidious planned to kill him. It was part of the plan. By dying, I believe Darth Plagueis was able to transmit himself into Sheev and assume control of his body, almost like an infectious disease. Ever notice his name? Darth Plagueis. Plague, as in an infectious disease. Darth Plagueis unlocked the secret to immortality by moving from one body to the next, continuing his lifespan through multiple hosts over countless years. Ever wonder why Palpatine was so obsessed with training a powerful young apprentice? Surely he knew that one day the apprentice would want to overthrow him, so why train his own murderer? In Return of the Jedi, Emperor Palpatine continually provokes Luke to strike him down. Why would Palpatine want to be killed if the goal is longevity? Because Emperor Palpatine was assumed by Darth Plagueis and, through his death, he would then be able to transmit himself into a new host body. He wasn’t just looking for an apprentice, he was looking for a new body since Palpatine’s body was growing old. Luke Skywalker was meant to be the next host body for Darth Plagueis. But unfortunately for Plagueis, Darth Vader had a change of heart and defeated the Emperor. Snoke was Plagueis. It’s the only way to make things work. StarWars.com describes Snoke as a seeker of arcane and ancient lore, and the Last Jedi Visual Dictionary shows that he is a collector of rare memorabilia. At some point, Snoke must have found the wreckage of the Death Star on the forest moon Endor, and was infected by Darth Plagueis when he came upon the corpse of Palpatine. Did you ever wonder why Snoke thought it was so important to complete Kylo Ren’s training? It’s because Snoke was Darth Plagueis and he was training his next host body. Plagueis didn’t have a choice but to infect a really old political influencer like Snoke. Kylo was being groomed to become the next host body. Remember the infamous scene in The Last Jedi where Snoke is “predicting” how Kylo Ren will kill Rey? Wasn’t it a little too obvious? Wouldn’t Snoke have been able to foresee Kylo’s treachery? See through his conflict? It’s because he wasn’t predicting Rey’s death, he predicted his own. He knew Kylo would kill him. He deliberately bullied and provoked Kylo in order to stir his anger into hatred to further fuel his dark side and lead him to completing his training.

So Darth Plagueis goal would be to transfer his essence into Rey and in failing in that. He will drain the life force from the Dyad to satiate his own life force.

Thrawn. Cardinal West's Sequel Trilogy rewrite has the best take of Thrawn as the villain

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Rae Sloane.

Rae Sloane founded The First Order! Sloane was loyal to the Empire, so much so, rather than allowing it to cease to exist, she recruited other loyalists and they fled to the Unknown Territories beyond Jakku. She founded the First Order. Together with Hux, she could usurp control of the First Order and become Supreme Leader, which would start a civil war, those loyal to Sloane and those loyal to Kylo. We can have someone who could be a great antagonist to Leia. The founder of The First Order and the mother of the Resistance. What makes Rae a compelling character is the fact that she believes what the Empire is doing is right. In her eyes, the Empire is doing the right thing, purging lawlessness from a galaxy overrun by bureaucrats that care little for the common people. She’s wrong, but like great villains before her, audiences can see where she’s coming from even if they don’t agree with it. Throughout her many appearances in the supplemental Star Wars narratives, she is constantly pushing for the Empire to be “just.” When things start to fall apart after the Battle of Endor, Rae struggles to keep the remnants of the fleet playing by the unspoken rules of warfare and is frustrated to see the Empire careen into backstabbing and incompetence. You can see Rae’s influence in the First Order with its strict hierarchy and minute by-the-books stringency that makes Palpatine’s Empire look positively laissez-faire by comparison. Supreme Leader Rae Sloane would make The First Order a force to be reckoned with and what better way to end it than with the First Order’s founder?

The Grysks.

The Grysks were introduced in the new canon novel Thrawn:Alliances. They are what brings Thrawn to the Empire in hopes of co-existing to fight this threat in the Unknown Regions. Grysks are a species living somewhere in the Unknown Regions. Creatures half of myth, whom few have ever seen. It is said that they are nomads, with no fixed home, traveling in spacecraft so numerous they blot out the stars. They are said to be terrifying warriors, overwhelming their opponents by sheer numbers and ferocity. The fact that these intergalactic conquerors are not the main threat in the Sequel Trilogy is baffling. You could’ve had Ben Solo sense they were coming during his Jedi days and made the ultimate sacrifice to become Kylo Ren and join The First Order because he knew the New Republic was not ready to face such a threat. It wouldn’t make what he was doing the entire trilogy right, but it would make explain why he turned and what his motivations are.

I don't really have a explanation for Qi'Ra, but she was trained by Maul, took over the Crimson Dawn and you don't waste Emilia Clarke on one movie that never continued. So Qi'Ra as the villain could've worked.

A Mandalorian invasion lead by Fett writes itself.

I know it's technically Palpatine, but it works better because we don't stupidly retcon Anakin's sacrifice. This was planned, but the idiots that be decided it would be better if Ian played him. So instead this is the perfected clone. The Clone Wars were a test for Palpatine to perfect cloning. Throughout the reign as Emperor, he tinkered with cloning force sensitives, created a lot of failures(Snoke) but prior to Endor, he perfected it and kept it as a fail safe should he die. And after Kylo Ren killed Snoke, he awakened. Palpatine reborn. The movie opens at the end of the war. Finn successfully consurs up a Stormtrooper Rebellion and all the FO officers are executed, Hux is captured and Rey beats Kylo Ren for the umpteenth time. The First Order are on their last legs. Until a message is delivered to the galaxy.

“People of the galaxy. Your Emperor has returned after thirty long, lawless years. To the Sith and the Jedi; follow the Holocrons. We have much work to do. Those who remained loyal to me shall be rewarded. For those who relished in my demise, who celebrated what they thought the end of the Empire and believed their treachery had won them the galaxy…only death and suffering await. The great error shall be corrected. The day of victory is at hand. The restoration of the Empire! The Final Order! The Day of the Sith!”

And it's a race. Rey and the Resistance hoping to stop The Emperor, while Kylo Ren is hoping to kill Palpatine, obtain the power of the Sith Eternal and an infinite fleet that will win the galaxy, but in the end, Rey and Kylo are forced to work together. Matt Smith as Palpatine could've fixed the movie

The final contingency of the Emperor. Cloning Luke Skywalker. Palpatine had foreseen either Luke will kill him and Vader or Vader will betray him. So Palpatine orders that Luke's hand be brought to him. Luke is cloned, but imperfectly. He is just a husk of power, so Palpatine has the greatest minds of the Empire indoctrinate this malleable clone to being the heir and the eventual savior of the Empire. This clone. Let's refer to him as Luuke. Luuke learned everything there was from Palpatine. His Machiavellian cunning mechanisms. Mastery over the dark side and fully believed in his master's will and plans for him.

Luuke foresaw that there would be problems if he revealed himself. SO he created a puppet, Snoke. Through Snoke, he turned Kylo Ren to the dark side and puppeteered The First Order. Masterminding everything from the shadows and after Snoke and the real Luke Skywalker's deaths, it was time to reveal himself.

Luuke's motivations are to bring Kylo Ren to heel or cast him aside, turn Rey to the dark side or kill her and rule the galaxy as his master intended for him. This dark side Luke would unite both Rey and Ben against him and would give Mark Hamill the opportunity to play a dark side Luke Skywalker.

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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feeling for joel on this fine evening. cannot imagine losing your lifetime best friend to another’s selfish desires

this. ur so right. ur so absolutely right.

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tw emotional whump, losing family, perceived death/abduction

Neither of them spoke. Both of them had too much and nothing to say at the same time; they were full of self-blame, told-you-sos, sorrow, and grief, filled to the brim with tears they felt too guilty to shed.

"I should've known when he asked for the jewellery," his mother said quietly, choked up and barely there.

"He insisted," Joey breathed. "He insisted everything was fine."

He was staring at the empty apartment, a little part of him still hoping it wasn't a kidnapping after all. Maybe Beck left of his own volition; packed up, moved in with the vampire. Maybe he could still go to the mansion and break him out during the day, maybe he could bring him home and help him recover.

He should've come home sooner. He should've taken care of Beck. He should've ignored his cries of 'it's all fine, it's all fine, I'm just tired, don't visit right now'. They were both too caught up in trying to trust and believe him, to give him his space. He should've known better.

"I'm going to the mansion tomorrow," he exclaimed, and his mother spun around and grabbed him by the shoulders.

"You're not going anywhere near that place! Are you out of your mind? I just lost Beck! I just lost my son! I'm not losing my other son too!

"But maybe he's alive! Maybe he's just– enthralled! I could get him out!"

"No, you couldn't!" Her grip tightened, and she looked more determined than Joey had ever seen her. "You couldn't. But there are people who stand a chance. I'm not giving up on Beck, and I'm not asking you to give up either. I'm asking you to at least give me a month to mourn before you run into your death. Please."

Joey chuckled a little at the absurdity of the request, then wiped some of his tears away and hugged her. She hugged back, and for a moment he felt comforted and protected, as though he was just a little kid again, waiting outside Beck's hospital room. Except this time the threat wasn't a broken wrist that would go away in six weeks. It was a vampire. A dangerous, disgusting, violent, murderous thing.

"G-good, because I was scared to go anyway," he sobbed, failing to make it sound like a silly joke instead of the honest admission it was. "But I will, if the hunters fail. I will. I need– I need to..."

"Shh..." She rubbed soothing circles into his back that only made him cry harder. He could hear her sniffling too. She wasn't invincible, not when it came to family, and the fact that she was still forced to act as an emotional rock for her adult son made Joey want to jump off a cliff. He should've been handling this way better. But how did one handle his brother being gone — possibly kidnapped, possibly dead — appropriately? "He must be okay. He must've left on his own two feet. He even brought Boba, yeah? Maybe he's not in his right mind, but he's alive. We'll get him back."

"We will," he said desperately. "We have to. I don't– I don't think I can handle not getting him back."

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thewriterowl · 3 months

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So, I'm exhausted and stressed and can't focus fully on writing fan fiction but seems ready to unleash creative spew on the SW-series we have gotten and how it could've been SO much better. I wanted to start with one, the one that seemed to have been the trigger of this weird ripple of poorly written series and see if I can unleash more for others (Not you Andor, you are perfection)

Book of Boba Fett

Scrap Din. Completely. Remove him. He doesn't even touch the show. Mentioned is acceptable, maybe even a sort of cameo where Fennec comes in to see Boba talking to him but hears nothing as they disconnect. Boba makes some note on what Djarin is doing as a way to express how much time has passed since the end of Season 2 of the Mandalorian. Maybe. But that's it.

Instead, there will be more memories opening up the episodes, even after Boba heals and is back to true form. For one, I think it would be beneficial to show a bit more young-Boba and show how angry and hateful and scared he was after Jango's death (let's get some re-makes of Clone War scenes) and how it shows his anger is consuming him. Show clips of him connected with Cad Bane and the dent in his helmet. Give little pieces to show how he went from that very angry and feral child to the rather composed man in Empire Strike's Back-Return of the Jedi to where he is now.

The tension of the politics are stretched out more. We will see Boba trying to actually take on a leadership role as Daimo but has the urge to be like he was before. And it's only when he starts allowing more of his self out does the good leader really blossom (ie. his brilliance of having the dinner above the supposed empty cage). He can even have conversations with Fennec of, "I was reckless and stupid with my anger before. And I got a face full of a scars and a head with less hair because of it." With her, ever the snarky wise one, going, "Being angry doesn't mean you be stupid."

Street kids are good, but not with the motorbikes. I feel they should've been more like the one character Kenobi met (his daughter in real life) who was telling him to get high and forget his problems--it's easier that way. They felt too punk and it was out of place for this planet at this time. They steal, maybe Robin Hood things here and there but are mostly out for their own group and themselves; exactly how Boba and Fennec were just a short time ago. Fennec could even connect to that girl and scoff in memory, "You're tough...I met a kid just like you on a job before" and now we have the presences of Omega within this series and how important she is here and not just in a singular location and can give audience the hope Omega and Boba will one day meet (season 3 of Bad Batch sorta helping confirm or deny this). While Boba is able to connect and warn them to not be like him and let their anger and hatred fool them into trusting arrogance. maybe someone makes a point, or maybe Boba realizes it himself, but this sounds very Jedi-esque and that haunts him.

Boba spent so many years hating the Jedi (mainly Mace) so having these moments of maturity would make him pause. It would end, of course, with him denouncing the belief because he is Mandalorian, like his father before him, and not everything is about the Jedi, because he fully believes in revenge and anger just not like how he used to. Now, he controls it. It doesn't control him. And he can let his hate for the Jedi finally go (ghost Mace, who was probably watching him the whole time is so relieved and lets the man go as well; not in the show but just in my heart).

The Tribe is not dead and, instead, at least a few survived (ie the child and the warrior and a few others; we did not get that incredible train scene for them to be all killed off camera) and we see Boba, who is dealing with the trauma of everything in his life, have a moment where he breaks down and apologizes to them (maybe not anything specific; maybe not really to them but to his younger self who never had a chance) seeing this as his fault. They forgive him, cause he needs forgiveness in some way, and offer him a home within their smaller tribe but he isn't ready for that and they accept it. Now, they are the ones who return to him and assist him in the final battle. This will also lead up to where it comes full circle for him. He will offer them a place within the city but they do not accept (they are a colonized people after all; I do not see them wanting to be within that city) and instead are welcomed to his territory as a home-base to return to should they ever wish and they part on good terms and promises of seeing each other again. It would end with Boba watching them leave into the setting suns, feeling longing but also a sensation of peace that they were going where they should go and he was where he was needed. So, he turns from them as they disappear into the melting suns and grunts out, "Just a simple man who made his way in the universe." And FIN.

We can keep a lot of the other craziness--he has his Rancor (i love this part of the story), he deals with corrupt politicians, Peli meets her next boy-toy cause Din (name cameo) suggested her for Boba's use, Black Krrsantan is in the picture, Cad Bane is the big bad who shoots down Vanth (and that final end scene is still there), and so many other ridiculous parts! They could all connect and make sense!

And there can be this theme that is trying to beat Boba over the head about anger. Because we have seen anger so much through the eyes of Jedi--this can really be a new type of accepting and letting things go. More akin to the anger we see constantly simmering and boiling over in Andor but in a more personal way and showing that it doesn't need to be snuffed out but honed (controlled). It can be why Boba seems so mild at times, it's because he is learning about who he is to be, but then is able to show us the (fan) Boba that was so popular is still there--he's just someone who is trying to fill a role he thinks he has to completely change for.

#star wars #the mandalorian #the book of boba fett #boba fett #writing #my own little vent cause this show deserved better #and it could've been better with some changes and nO DIN

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chiiyuuvv · 6 months

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CAFE - MINJAE °

• PAIRING — idol!leader!minjae x idol!leader!reader (side characters yechan, and one of your members)

• GENRE — not really implied childhood besties, kind of pinning?? Idk lol

• WORD COUNT — 941

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — @moonlightdarlings im so sorry this took DAMN NEAR A MONTH im sobbing rn pls forgive me 😭🙏

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"Minjae!!" The doors chime as you step foot into the cafe, the camarel walls and dim lighting giving you a comfy vibe. The latter looks up from his phone, the black mask covering half of his face along with his black rim glasses.

He waves at you, giving you a big eye smile as he shoo's off yechan, that runs straight to your member. "How are the kids?" He pulls down his mask to show his toothy grin.

"You know.." you sigh, looking over your shoulder to find yechan and your member doing their complicated handshake. "No one told me leadering would be hard." Minjae laughs at your remark as you shake your head.

"Eh, their better than how you were when i used to babysit you."

"Babys- minjae, we're the same age!!" Minjae laughs again, his head throwing back against the cushion of the booth. "Yeah sure.." he waves it off before passing you your favorite drink. "But no seriously, how have you been doing these days?"

The playful mood shifts to a more serious one as he leans forward in his seat, twirling his straw around some of his boba. His eyes grow deeper as he studies your face, your posture, checking to see if there was any dark circles around your eyes.

And thats when you knew you could trust him with your whole heart, his body language laced with genuine concern. "It's been alright so far.. the members just got off from their vacations, and we are starting to prepare for our comeback."

"Has anyone been giving you a hard time or anything?" Not only was he genuinely concerned, he was also protective. If anyone was giving you trouble, they were sure to know minjaes name. He didnt just care for his members, he cared about you too.

"No, jae." You give a side ways smile, in which he returns, the tips of his ears going red because of the nickname you just gave him. You've been using that name for a while and although he should've gotten used to the feeling, the soft spot for you still manages to increase.

"How have you been doing?" You return the question as the boys eyes light up, his hands going through his hair as he talks about his day. You laugh along with him when he retells a joke that one of his members, hyunwoo, had told him before he left, taking a bite out of your strawberry doughnut.

"Mm jae, this is so good." You cover your mouth as you speak so that crumbs dont go flying everywhere. Minjae nods as you lift up the doughnut. "I decided to try out a new flavor today." He bites into his own doughnut. "I got blueberry."

"Ooh, lemme try!" You lean over the table with your mouth opened wide, minjaes giggles filling up the small space as he gives you a bite. Your eyes close as you savor the flavor, licking your lips to get the remainder of the blueberry sauce off of you.

It wasnt until you opened your eyes when you realized how close you were to minjae, his hand covering his mouth as he gives you the prettiest eye smile, grabbing a tissue to wipe off some of your cheek. "Messy~" he whispers before giggling again, his eyes looking deep into your own as you smile back, your cheeks flushed.

"Hyung! Can you record a tiktok for us?" Yechan pokes minjaes shoulder as he turns his head, sending you a glance as he nods at the younger. "Yeah, this shouldnt take long." He gets up, gesturing you to get up too with his hand.

After cleaning some of your mess in a hurry, you stand next to the boy, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. "Oop, you got something else." Minjae stops to wipe off your cheek again, the duo ahead of you groaning as they stop. "Can you hurry up and stop being a couple?!" Yechan exclaims, your member covering her mouth to hide her laughs.

"Yeah, yeah." Minjae shakes his head, the tips of his head lighting up again as the duo drags you to a small section of the cafe. Minjae props up his phone against the wall as he stands beside a vending machine, making sure everything works properly.

He gives them a thumbs up before coming to stand by you again, his arm back to wrapping around your shoulder. "What trend is this?" You ask, your arms cross as you watch your member laugh at yechan for making a mistake.

"Oh, you havent seen it before?" His eyebrows were raised as he pointed at the two, your head shaking. "Lemme show you." He grabs both of your hands, lifting one up to twirl you around, letting out a laugh when you get a little dizzy.

"Okay so you're supposed to step to the left with your right foot, then vice versa, kinda making a crisscross shape." He advises, his hand on your hip. "And then you jump! With a spin!!" He adds as you try to do, but you end up loosing your balance, letting out a soft shriek as minjae quickly catches your body.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion when you land in minjaes arms, you hands placed on his chest as you breathe heavily, your noses booping and your lips inches apart.

His mouth drops open as he stares deep into your eyes, some butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

"Hyung? You didnt press the record button. Hyung??"

"Let them be," you member shakes her head, chuckling softly. "I think oppa and unnie would be a good couple."

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Rewatching BoBF because I really do enjoy it and it's a favorite of mine, but now it also just makes me sad because THERE WAS SO MUCH POTENTIAL.

First of all, that should've been saved for season 3 and not shafted Boba and Fennec/Temuera Morrison and Ming-Na Wen in their own show. That was bullshit much as I loved the episode.

But imagine if they'd taken all the plot threads in that episode and actually explored and developed them.

Din is clearly suffering from missing Grogu, and conflicted because he knows Jedi are supposed to "forgo attachments"* and Grogu is with his true people/culture now, but also misses him so much and still wants to take care of him and be his father. This is a potential character conflict as Din struggles to support doing the right thing for Grogu with his own feelings of attachments that just gets brushed aside, first when Ahsoka tells him "Naw, don't go see him" and then again when they're hastily reunited.

*This is a Filoni thing and not accurate to the films, Jedi are allowed to have connections to their home life and culture, it's just that they can't use their love of that to overwhelm their duty to Do The Right Thing.

If we add episode 6 to the mix, we don't get to see Grogu train or have much conflict/development himself. He doesn't really get an arc about choosing Din, it's just a cheap cliffhanger. His flashbacks and training are shallow and pretty much just Easter eggs. ("Look it's Order 66 again! Look it's Jar Jar's actor! Look it's one of those laser balls like in ANH!") There could have been more depth to them, like recalling Order 66 and possibly linking his trauma to being a Jedi whether he likes it or not, or other trauma he faced between Order 66 and now (like how did he end up with the Niktos?) and showing that he still uses thoughts of Din to calm himself and still needs his father - he's just not ready for Jedi training and he still needs time to heal emotionally and be a kid. Hell, LUKE could've gotten a beautiful arc where he tries to rigidly hold himself and Grogu to what he thinks the prequel-era Jedi Order were like because he has unfairly placed so much pressure on himself as a teacher and Grogu as his first student, and then instead realizes he's bringing them both down and not doing right. Luke decides he needs to do more research of the old Jedi and possibly ultimately make his own path for the New Jedi Order, and instead offers Grogu the choice between him and Din freely, acknowledging he may not be ready to teach Grogu after all but willing to do so if that's what Grogu needs. Writing wise this would also be smart - Grogu chooses Din for now with the door open to send him back to Jedi training if you take the story that direction again, but you still got you Money Making Merch Duo back together.

Back to Din, we could've started him truly embracing the role of father to Grogu after their reunion, the two of them choosing to make a family together instead of a quick adoption ceremony after a season of Din calling him ward and sending him to training with no prep.

Din isn't great with the Darksaber in this episode, but he seems to want it. He learns its history. He makes an effort to use it and start training with it. He gets feisty when Paz challenges him for it. Even if he doesn't feel totally ready for all it symbolizes, he wants it in BoBF. Why did he suddenly give it to Bo? Because Favroni made him, that's why. Imagine if instead Din looked at all these groups of Mandalorians infighting - Bo and her posse, loners like Sabine and Boba, the Children of the Watch - and thought, imagine what we could do against people like Gideon if we worked together. We have had two season of Din collecting unlikely allies - a rebel shock trooper, an Ugnaught farmer, Guild leader turned Magistrate, a Tatooine mechanic, a deadly assassin, a simple man making his way through the universe, a disgraced Mandalorian princess and her lackeys - and gotten them to join his cause and led them into battle. He is a leader! He has it in him! And "reluctant leader being the best leader" and/or "leader who cares about his people over a throne" is an age-old trope that Din fits perfectly. He could've had an amazing arc of lone bounty hunter to apostate to Mand'alor.

Tack on to that an arc of personal identity as a Mandalorian. Instead of Din going to the Mines in 2 episodes as if checking off a list of boxes, we got a deeper dive in his character. Maybe he bathes in the waters of Mandalore as the Armorer requested and realizes he doesn't feel any different. Maybe exposure to different Mandalorians makes him realize there's more than one way to follow the Creed, and that's okay - and that's what makes him a good leader because he accepts all the little subcultures in the Mandalorians. He puts the helmet on and keeps it on again because he chooses to, because that's what works for him, but no longer chastises those who don't and realizes that he doesn't need the Armorer's approval or word of law to be Mandalorian. Maybe the Armorer herself learns to be less strict and rigid, or realizes Din is the leader who can get their homeworld back. When they meet again not as a member of her covert or someone under her "rule," but as equal leaders with mutual respect.

Another side thought, but imagine if they'd gone ALL THE WAY with Din being an apostate and the Armorer had made him leave his beskar. Unarmored Din must relearn his entire fighting style, struggle with feeling exposed and shamed with no helmet, reach emotional rock bottom and still come out on top by proving himself worthy, not just to the Armorer, but to himself. (I figure this will never happen since they need Brendan Wayne and Lateef Crowder to be able to physically be Din to do stunts and to help out the filming schedule since Pedro Pascal is so busy, but I do think the concept is cool and would've been some amazing, especially with Pedro's acting.)

#WE COULD'VE HAD IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL #im so salty i can taste it #MY BOY DESERVED BETTER I LOVE DIN SO MUCH #the mandalorian #bobf #anti filoni #anti favroni #din djarin

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lunarspiral1127 · 7 months

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*Ahsoka show and Star Wars SPOILERS*

I hope I'm not the only one who's incredibly disappointed with how the Ahsoka show went. But, I was. So much so, that I think The Book of Boba Fett, and the Obi-Wan Kenobi show were better than this show.

Ahsoka should've been mad at Sabine for not destroying the map. She should've been mad at her for going with the enemy and giving Thrawn the means to get back. Hell, Ezra should've been told about how Sabine got there sooner and should've been AT LEAST disappointed in her. But, they don't. The show keeps justifying Sabine's actions for some reason, when we damn well know she made bad ones.

And, the latest episode tries to make it a good thing that Ezra made it back home, but the thing is Thrawn is also back and he's gonna wage war against the New Republic. Innocents are gonna die. But, hey! The plus side is the guys she cares for made it back home and the only consequence she gets is being stranded on that planet. All this to set up either another season or another show or another movie.

So, totally worth it.....god, I hate Sabine in this show. I feel so sorry for some of the Rebels fans I've talked to that don't like how their beloved characters are being ruined in this show.

Also, Baylan and Shin were said to be really good characters, but we know very little about them and their goals.

#anti star wars #star wars critical #anti ahsoka show #ahsoka show critical #anti sabine #sabine critical #anti sabine wren #sabine wren critical #ahsoka spoilers

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spacemagicandlaserswords · 1 year

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Tech Lives Reason #1a

Expanding on the whole No Body = Not Dead thing.

We have seen this many times before in Star Wars. It's basically a trope at this point. An important character appears to die in a definitely yep-they're-very-dead manner and then we discover later on that they somehow managed to survive and are miraculously alive! Let's go through some examples.

Echo. The poor man was literally blown up in an explosion and still survived. It was a pretty grim survival, he lost most of his right arm, everything from the hips down, sustained who knows how many other significant, probably lethal injuries and was tortured at the hands of the Techno Union and yet, Echo still survived, and was rescued as well.

Maul. Cut in half with a lightsaber by Obi-Wan and then fell to his death down a reactor shaft. Still somehow survived (through pure spite?) and made himself new legs and a lower torso from whatever he could scrounge up from living on a rubbish tip planet.

Obi-Wan. Fell to his apparent death after Cody order him to be blasted off the side of a canyon wall when Order 66 happened. Turn ups miraculously alive in the same movie.

"Somehow Palpatine returned" ... Are you actually joking?! That is an absolute boatload of space magic sci-fi "science" deus ex machina hand waving to magically solve your plot point problems. Especially as at the end of Return of the Jedi we saw him very definitely thrown to his death down a reactor shaft on the Death Star, which is promptly blown into smithereens. Palps is space dust at this point. Also, you do not get to get away with making the magnificent Oscar Isaac, playing the absolutely stunning Poe Dameron (hello previous blorbo), say that nonsense line and then think you can also get away with Tech falling to his death at the start of an episode (more about that particular grumble later).

Anakin. What was left of him after Obi-Wan had basically lopped off all his limbs was a charred and severely burned head and body that was literally on fire. The man basically had a lava bath and still survived. Again, a pretty grim survival but he was still alive and went on to terrorise the galaxy.

Reva. She is run through with a lightsaber by Darth Vader in the penultimate episode of the Obi-Wan Kenobi series. This is the exact same injury that killed Qui-Gon Jinn in his battle with Maul at the end of The Phantom Menace. Yet Reva survives somehow (again, through pure spite?) and was given an ambiguous future after receiving a pep talk from Obi-Wan and basically being given his blessing and a chance to now atone for what she did as an Inquisitor.

Boba Fett. Fell into the maw of the sarlacc in the Great Pit of Carkoon at the start of Return of the Jedi, which came out in 1983. Presumed dead for 38 years until the first episodes of The Book of Boba Fett, where we see him somehow manage to get out of the stomach of said Sarlacc while being literally eaten and digested alive. Again, a pretty grim survival. He barely made it out and was definitely permanently injured from the ordeal but Boba still survived.

Hunter. The bandana space dad himself fell from the ramp of the Marauder on Daro. He literally bounced down a mountain, smacked into multiple solid tree branches and then hit the ground hard. If we're talking about long falls that should've killed a character, or at the very least cause significant and major injuries, that is one of them. But Hunter shook it off with just one stumble as he pushed himself to his feet and was standing and still giving orders moments later when he was captured. Plus we saw no indication of any injuries because there were none of those ridiculous bandages over his armour and blacks (more about that grumble later too). What I think might've been forgotten about this fall is that they were all quite a long way up a mountain on Daro when Hunter fell. The Marauder was quite high up and I'd hazard a guess that the distance it was in the air was not too far removed from how high up those rail cars were. Probably not quite as far up but not as far away as you might think.

Various clones. This is a bit of a different one but clones seem exceptionally hardy, tough, and basically built to survive. From what I've read, there seem to be multiple examples of various clones getting shot, blown up, badly injured or otherwise appearing to die and then magically appearing later very much not dead. This is where my knowledge of clones falls down though because I never watched The Clone Wars and Rebels when they came out. I've only just started watching TCW (still in season 1) and was planning on continuing after The Bad Batch Season 2 finale but I think I'm going to need a while now before I get back into it because of all of, well, *hand waves*, that. I've been meaning to write about this in more detail so hopefully I'll have a link to this when that's done (here's hoping future me remembers to update this post) (Edit: future me here! Here's a link to that post).

There are various other more loose examples as well that are still valid and worth keeping in mind.

Ezra disappeared into hyperspace with Thrawn on some purrgil at the end of Rebels and is presumably, somewhere?

Rey died at the end of The Rise of Skywalker but was somehow brought back to life by Kylo Ren/Ben Solo/whoever he was at that point, who then promptly karks it after kissing her for some reason?! (still peeved at this ending)

Fennec was left for dead in season 1 of The Mandalorian after being shot in the stomach. She was saved by a conveniently lurking Boba, given some cybernetic innards and appears fine and dandy in season 2.

All of this is basically a long list and way of saying that Star Wars has a history of doing this and there are plenty of reasons to believe that Tech isn't dead.

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Can we please just fire Dave Filoni and Kathleen Kennedy now. I'm so tired of Padme and Naboo erasure. Both of them are important to Star Wars! And I hate the foreshadowing of the ST. The ST should've never happened at all. Screw JJ Abrams and Rian whatever his last name is.

ANYWAYS, the Jedi Order is reborn, and Luke is guiding the new Jedi. The New Republic has formed, and the galaxy is recovering from years of darkness from the Empire. What are sequels again? Idk. Sequels don't exist. I just see a new golden era in the galaxy.

If you're wondering, anon is responding to this post

Part I - Dave Filoni I will say Dave Filoni under the direction of George Lucas gave us amazing stuff-- Ahsoka Tano, Rex, Fives, Echo, Jesse, expansion of Order 66, the Clone Wars themselves. But him on his own? Not so great.

Ahsoka's walkabout in s7 was boring, the two sisters had potential but blundered in the execution. The BadBatch arc in s7 featured super amazing Anakin, and I did like the whole 'rescue Echo' plot line, but the Bad Batch as a TV show… I have some criticisms of it.

I like the ' what happens to the Clones after the Empire forms? They've served their purpose-- are they still relevant?' story line. It would be a great one to explore with normal clones. In fact, following Cody around, a clone who did participate in Order 66 and had his mind taken over, would've been a novel experience.

Instead we get genetically enhanced clones who don't have programing chips cause they're special snowflakes and don't partake in Order 66 bc they're special. Getting to see their side of Order 66 really brought nothing-- it's the same as the Jedi. Why are the clones turning against the Jedi? No one knows! It's rinse and repeat watered down version of ROTS, and i'd much prefer watching that movie over the first two episodes of TBB.

I will also give credit-- Dave Filoni and Favereau gave me The Mandalorian. A side character who doesn't know he's the main character just trying to make his way in the larger GFFA. He's a normal guy with a job. Then new dad has to deal with his adopted kid having Wizard powers. ME Likey. It's similar to Andor in down to earth, not life and death, Jedi/Sith fate of the Galaxy type of thing. It's what normal life would've been like in GFFA.

Third season and some of second season haven't felt like that though. Din keeps meeting all these famous people that are tied of in the 'Fate of the Galaxy' --Bo Katan, Ahsoka, Boba Fett, Cad Bane, Luke fucking Skywalker-- instead of more normal people. I do appreciate the smallness of season 1-- we had Peli, and Omera, and Karga. Characters not known to the larger galaxy, but still important in their own right.

Part II- Female Characters

Star Wars has never appreciated or loved it's female characters with the exception of Princess Leia. Original Trilogy follows Luke-- male character, who with the help of an older male character, goes and finds another male character pilot to help them infiltrate a small moon space ship full of male characters.

There are exactly TWO female speaking characters in A New Hope and one gets kriffed off to 'enhance male pain'.

Now, by nature of the story, Padme Amidala get shafted before she was even ever named or created -- Luke was raised by his aunt and uncle so something must have happened to his mother. She is 'unknown mother' defined only relationship with her son and then later to her husband.

It's not until the Phantom Menace when she gets her own storyline, that is little to non effected by her relationship to Anakin. She's a queen who has someone invade her planet, and with the help of two Jedi and the Gungan People, saves the day.

Anakin helps of course, by first winning them enough credits to get off tattooine, and second by blowing up the control ship, but both situations could be solved without Anakin. He becomes the unnecessary character-- his introducution is so low-key you don't realize the story is about him until Revenge of the Sith. He's a supporting side character in both Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones.

Both prequel movies that don't feature Anakin as protagonist or antagonist are hated by a large majority of SW fans, and usually because of the crime of not being perfect. Jar Jar Binks is just as annoying as C-3PO imo, but because the protagonist of TPM is Padme Amidala, the movie is hated, as opposed to ANH which features Luke.

Padme's fate was written before she even had a chance to exist, and therefore has no agency. I've seen others label her as weak, pointless, lame, because she dies of a broken heart, 'oh why didn't she live for her children' SHE DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE OKAY. George had already killed her by then, she can't live for her children when the author has decided otherwise. The nature of a prequel is it must narratively co-exist with the story already told. Padme must die or be removed from the picture so that Luke can be raised by his Aunt and Uncle. Anakin must fall to the Dark-Side so that he can be Darth Vader and do a heel-face turn at the end of ROTJ. the end has already been written. The beginning must fall in line.

Getting back on topic. Fathers are mentioned in The Mandalorian- which makes sense since it's about a Father and his Son. oh wait that's seems that's what Star Wars is about. Prequels were Anakin picking which father-figure he wanted to follow. Luke saving his Father. Din Djarin adopting a son with magic powers.

But Bo-Katan mentions her father TWICE and her sister doesn't even get a mention. Even though Bo was there at Satine's death, and the reason Bo left death watch and stood up to Maul. When Satine died, Mandalore split and fractured and any attempt of restoring mandalore just resulted in more fracturing and shattering.

In Obi-Wan Kenobi not mentioning Padme was criminal. The whole reason Anakin fell was to save her. Her daughter and son were featured prominently and her name didn't come up once besides two vague mentions.

SW needs to treat it's female characters better. Right now Leia is still the only one that's almost universally loved by the fans. Even Bo Katan has issues. By not acknowledging her past and mistakes and death watch , instead of making her a stronger character, the writers have made her weak. Making mistakes and learning from them and growing from them are what causes her to be relatable. So far, Mando S3 has been rushing her redemption process. They're having her reunite Mandalore, but she hasn't atoned or made up for her failings in the past.

It was her involvement in Death Watch that lead to her sisters death, and the writers essentially ignoring that and trying to hide it is lazy and the antithesis to character growth.

Part III - Disney's Anti- Prequel campaign.

The sequel trilogy… is problematic. While trying to emulate and give us the 'star wars' feeling again, all the films did was undermine the finale of the original trilogy.

What was Darth Vader's return to the light for if we're just going to bring back Palpatine? What was the point of Luke's rejection of the darkside and declaring himself a Jedi in the face of evil itself, if we're just going to have him become a hermit on a planet because he gave up? What was the point of the Alliance to Restore the Republic if we're just going to blow it up because it's corrupt?

The problem with trying to avoid the prequel trilogy is the sequel trilogy just became the prequel trilogy. Hear me out.

We have a corrupt Republic that is destroyed by an Empire. A Jedi student falls to the Dark Side and serves the Empire. A desert dwelling person with magical powers is told that they are the key to saving the galaxy. Am i talking about the Prequel Trilogy or the Sequel Trilogy?

The difference is the prequel trilogy was planned. From start to finish, no half baked retconning or switching directions (both original and sequel trilogies suffered from this) George Lucas had the entire prequels laid out. Their largest crime I believe is in writing/dialogue-- not the plot. It's complicated-- how does a republic turn into an empire? How does a Jedi Knight become a sith? How does the Jedi Order become extinct? Through War and Careful Planning. So while the prequels are not perfect, their world building brought much needed light and explanation to the Original Trilogy. It answered questions, but the answers were not what everyone liked.

They wanted the Republic to be conquered by an outside Empire, not for it to be one and the same. Fans wanted Anakin to be strong and heroic, and not a man who is crippled by self-doubt and his greatest failure is his greatest strength- his breath and depth of love.

The sequel trilogy should've been the struggle of not repeating the same mistakes. Of avoiding the past not repeating it. Of Luke not giving up and not becoming Obi-Wan. Of Han not becoming Qui-Gon Jinn or Ben Skywalker not becoming Darth Vader. Or Rey being her own self and not being Luke 2.0 aka finding out that her grandfather is evil just like Luke found out that his father was evil.

Star Wars is was the first to suffer from Disney's new nostalgia machine where live action play by play of beloved animated movies are created without souls; and sequels that are just the same story retold with the next generation. 'Happily Ever After The End' no longer exists, the hope of a happy ending destroyed with the next sequel announcement. Where does it end Disney? When you've wrung the last love and enjoyment out of your original titles? When consumers no longer go to the movies to see your new Frankenstein movie? When catering Fan Service is no longer profitable?

Disney's addiction to sequels and reboots found it's first home in Star Wars Sequel Trilogy and continues in the rest of the Star Wars universe. What is Boba Fett if not a sequel to Mandalorian? What is Ahsoka if not a sequel to Rebels? What is Obi-Wan Kenobi if not a sequel to the Prequel Trilogy? What is Andor if not a prequel to Rogue one?

The Mandalorian didn't start out that way. Was it in the same universe? yes and so by nature it makes it a sequel. But there were new original characters and an original story. Now it's become a sequel and a prequel; the connecting link instead of a stand alone.

So yes anon, Padme and Satine deserve better. But you know what? We deserve better too.

#star wars #shale.txt #rant #anti-disney #padme amidala #satine kryze #bo katan kryze #the mandalorian #anti sequel trilogy #anonymous #asked and answered #anon #sw meta #dave filoni #anti dave finilo #but also pro???#anti bad batch

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kanansdume · 1 year

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I will say that my biggest gripe with this episode is that they took Din all the way back to fucking Tatooine and we didn't get to see Boba Fett ONCE.

LET HIM STEAL AN EPISODE OF THIS SEASON, FAVREAU, I SWEAR TO GOD, GIVE IT TO HIM!

This episode should've just been Boba Fett ruling over Boonta Eve for the first time while Fennec enters herself in the race because she's part machine now, which means she can probably be competitive finally.

#the mandalorian #boba fett #fennec shand #the mandalorian spoilers #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian season 3 spoilers #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian s3 spoilers #mando s3 #mando s3 spoilers #the book of boba fett #tbobf

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danafeelingsick · 1 year

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i have one kinda old art of a.yato puking into his boba tea cup, which sadly i didn't think of including in this fic :/ but here it is

BAD MILK

In which Kamisato Ayato accidentally has spoiled milk while out with Thoma.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ nausea, food poisoning, mentions of social anxiety, fear of crowds, descriptions of food, vomiting, fever, stomach noises

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A deep scowl formed on Ayato's face as he took another sip of his boba tea. He hadn't noticed the taste at first. The drink had been gentle on his stomach, and cold most importantly.

He bitterly regretted leaving the Kamisato estate at the height of summer, wearing his coat over the kimono. It was far too hot, too bright for a man who rarely showed himself to the public. But given recent events and the efforts to build good public relations, he was out of options. It was a feeling he truly detested.

The streets of Hanamizaka were packed full of onlookers, people who wanted to see the Tenryou commissioner in person, and some even wanted to confirm he was who he said to be. Ayato hid a great deal of secrets behind that calming, almost cynical smile. Today he didn't have the patience to wear it. He continued to scowl as he passed by the crowd, deep in thought, his lips around the straw of his drink.

The milk must've been sour. That should've been a worry in his mind in the first place, given the fact he had just picked it off some street vendor. But given how little he had for breakfast, his poor decision was at least justified.

The odd aftertaste had his mouth watering in a less-than-appetizing way, making him need another sip to wash it off in a cycle that took two-thirds of the drink to break.

Ayato held up the half-empty cup before his eyes and shook it. There were plenty of pearls left, although he remembered swallowing enough of them. While its color and consistency were off, it would be a shame to simply throw it off.

“Thoma”, the commissioner called, eyeing the blonde young man walking alongside him.

“Yes, my Lord?” Thoma replied promptly, peeking at him with an expectant look that quickly morphed into curiosity. He could tell something was out of place just from his unassuming tone. Ayato dangled his cup in front of him and gave it another shake, sending the milky tea inside into a spiral. “Do you want me to throw it out for you?”

”I want you to try it for me”, Ayato clarified, his expression held a strange air of contempt? Thoma could never quite describe it, but he recognized it from the several times he had been assigned to taste test. “I'd like to confirm something.”

Sighing, he stirred the tea with the straw, wondering what was so wrong with it for Ayato to need a second opinion. The ice had completely melted and the milk tea was now lukewarm and thin, with mushy bubbles covering the bottom of the cup.

Thoma held his breath and took a careful sip, noticing the watery consistency right away. The taste was almost salty, or rather, sour. He couldn’t quite place it, the few times he had this beverage it was sweet and smooth, nothing like it.

Still uneasy, especially with Ayato’s gaze glued to him, he took another long sip and froze as he felt something solid slide to his tongue. Instinctively he tried to chew, thinking it was a tapioca pearl, but the much stronger sour taste threw him off. He stopped walking and held a trembling fist to his mouth.

“What’s wrong with it?” Ayato tilted his head to the side in feigned confusion, tightening his smile.

Against his better judgment, Thoma gulped down the lumpy milk tea and immediately covered his mouth, trying not to gag.

“I-I think… it’s spoiled”, he mumbled behind his fingers, swallowing again in an attempt to clear the acidic taste. Looking at Ayato, he realized he was frowning, his face pinched in disgust. “My lord, don't tell me you drank all of it…”

Ayato nodded slowly, giving Thoma an apologetic smile that quickly died out. It didn't come as a surprise, but he still couldn't help losing more of his color when he saw his assistant squirm. He looked over his shoulder, meeting several pairs of eyes watching him closely, and shuddered.

“I-I'll be fine”, he grimaced, his lips pressed thin as he tried to hide his disgust. “It's nothing serious…”

He was lying, of course, the thought of getting sick was already an unpleasant one. Just the thought of leaving his home had left him without appetite, now being sick away from it… Crowds were always a point of concern for Ayato, they made him feel lightheaded, which was why his public appearances were few and far between.

A shuddering sigh left his mouth and he swallowed, suspecting the knot on his stomach was made out of anxiety rather than nausea.

“Come, let us find a quiet place to rest”, Ayato said finally and resumed walking quickly, not even waiting for Thoma. Part of him wanted to jog until he was sure he was out of view, but that would only draw more suspicion.

“M'lord, please wait”, Thoma joined him on the brisk walk, throwing away the empty cup at the first garbage bin he found.

He looked at Ayato, noticing that the commissioner's light purple eyes were affixed to the street in front of them, darting around in an almost frantic state. Thoma opened his mouth to speak, his name halfway through his lips when Ayato turned a corner.

He stopped at the entrance, hesitant at what he was going to find. Ayato had taken a seat at the small bench, looking out into the scenery beyond the wooden railing that separated Inazuma city from the flowing canal. It would've been a calming visual if the commissioner wasn't slumped forward, his shoulders locked into a tense position while one arm wrapped around his middle.

“M'lord…”

Thoma walked up to him, trying to think of something that could calm him down. Ayato lifted his eyes and strengthened his pose, trying to look collected even though his face was pale and glistening. He couldn't tell if it was from the heat, or the start of a fever.

“My lord… What are you feeling exactly? Could you tell me?” Thoma asked, his tone was gentle, and it was clear he was only trying to help, but part of him still didn't want to pry.

“I'll be fine, I just… needed to sit down”, he repeated stubbornly, trying to wave him off. Ayato knew he couldn't keep denying it, his gaze fell to the ground, and pressed his lips tight. “My apologies, I'm just… ugh, how could I have been so careless?”

Thoma carefully took a seat beside him, offering a sympathetic smile. No matter how much he wanted to pull the commissioner into a warm hug and comfort him, he kept his hands to himself.

“It was my fault, I should've tried it before you”, he shook his head, following Ayato's gaze to the floor.

“Then you'd be the one sick to your stomach”, the commissioner gave a humorless laugh. “Well, I suppose you do have a stronger constitution than me… You've been able to just walk it off without—”

He suddenly went quiet, pressing his lips shut and swallowing again. Thoma was about to say something when the sound of a muffled wet gurgle cut him off, his eyes drifting to Ayato's belly hidden behind his tightly wrapped arms. He leaned forward, his expression pinched with disgust.

”I'm sorry. Just the thought of… ugh”, he trailed off into a groan and brought a hand to his mouth. He was trembling too, Thoma noticed, and the palms of his gloves were humid. “I'd like to avoid it… if I can.”

Thoma nodded slowly, aware of what he was asking, and he also wouldn't say it. Ayato vomited quite often for someone who ate so poorly, the times Thoma had to witness were rough on both of them, although he'd always manage to keep his composure. Among poisoning attempts and frequent migraines, he surely had seen the worst of him already, but at least it taught him how to deal with these situations as cleanly as possible.

“My lord, I think we should return home”, he suggested after a moment, looking around the empty area. Now he realized why Ayato had come here, the sound of the running river must've been soothing to him.

“I would love to”, Ayato responded with a hint of cynicism, the thought brought him a sense of urgency he had to shake away. “But, if anyone were to see me…”

Thoma knew exactly what he meant, the possibility of Ayato being stopped by a swarm of people was a very real possibility, and not one they could afford while he looked that sick. Still, just the idea of having to give into nausea away from the safety of his home sent Ayato further spiraling.

“My lord, you are sweating quite a lot”, Thoma pointed out, which prompted Ayato to wipe his forehead with the back of his hand, like he hadn't noticed himself. Thoma dug through the pockets of his jacket until he found a folded handkerchief and handed it to him. “Here.”

Ayato took it and held the piece of fabric up to his mouth. The light scent of Thoma's perfume was a pleasant one, he closed his eyes and drew in a slow breath, trying to calm his stomach.

He mumbled a weak thank you and patted his forehead with the cloth, it did little to refresh him, however. The heat was starting to weigh on his senses, even as they sat in the shade, Ayato felt like he was being cooked alive.

“Is there anything else I can do?”, Thoma asked, and by the tone of his voice, Ayato could tell his own panic was rubbing off on him. “Would you like some water to drink?”

“I suppose it would help…”, Ayato agreed, although he spoke as if it was a desperate measure. He raised his head to look at Thoma, immediately regretting it when his expression was struck with pity. “Will you be long? I would rather not be alone…”

Thoma frowned, taking in the commissioner's watery eyes and his trembling lips like he was trying to hold in tears.

“I promise it will only be a minute”, he responded, reaching over to put a hand on his back out of instinct, but stopping midway as he realized he might not appreciate it.

“If you must”, Ayato responded dryly, not making any mention of Thoma's attempt at comforting him.

“I'll be back before you know it, my lord”, the blonde man said, and waited for a confirmation, but Ayato remained in silence, trembling. He finally stood up and walked out of the alley, making sure to glance over his shoulder once or twice until Ayato was completely out of his vision. Then he could hurry.

He didn't like this, leaving him all by himself while at his most vulnerable, it was asking to be attacked. Both of them knew it, that was why the commissioner seemed on the verge of panic. Thoma picked up the speed when the thought crossed his mind, nearly stumbling over himself as he made his way to the shopping district.

A slurred groan left Ayato's lips, preceding the drawn-out burble his stomach produced. With nothing else to focus his attention on, he had become adept at telling when the noises would come up, and the nauseating pull they brought along.

He braced for it this time, managing to lock his throat before the acidic bile had the chance to reach his tongue. Once it was over, he swallowed, trying to kill that awful burning lingering in the back of his throat. He wasn't sure for how long he could keep this up if Thoma would take any longer.

Ayato hated this. He was a capable warrior, a vision bearer, and still, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was going to pounce at him at any moment. If it happened, he wouldn't even have the time to draw his blade or call upon his element. All of his energy was going into holding himself from heaving.

Thoma's voice was what brought him out of it. He bothered to raise his head, acknowledging the young housekeeper with a weak nod. Aside from his messy hair and the crooked headband, his presence alone was enough for Ayato to relax, even if just for a moment.

However, he tensed back again when his stomach decided to make itself heard, a soft moan escaping his lips as that familiar ache sprouted in his gut. Thoma was by his side almost instantly, both hands hovering over his shoulders, ready to catch him if he were to fall.

“My lord, a-are you in pain? Is your stomach hurting now?”, he asked, his voice faintly airy from the surprise.

Ayato hummed weakly, tempted to just lean forward and let Thoma hold him until it was over. He hadn't moved since he left, his arms were still tightly wrapped around his middle, trying to muffle the noises from his stomach.

“I don't know when it started–”, Ayato mumbled, opening his mouth for the first time after a while, he didn't account for the overflow of saliva. A syrup-like trickle fell from his lips, and he hurriedly wiped it off using the handkerchief Thoma had given him. “Excuse me…”

“How, how is the pain? Should we go—”

“Thoma…”, Ayato's voice was thick with nausea as he cut him off. He curled further into himself, pressing his chin to his chest and swallowing audibly. It was evident he was nearing his limit, even if he didn't want to admit it, vomiting now could make things better. ”I don't think I can keep holding it for much longer.”

Thoma nodded slowly, glancing at the bottle of water he had left on the bench. It was already too late to just try and walk it off, that seemed like the best course of action.

“A-Alright”, he replied, looking around for somewhere he could take him, his eyes landed on the wooden fence separating the ledge from the cannel below. The idea didn't please him, but it seemed like their only option. “Come on, I'll help you up.”

It took a few seconds of preparation, but eventually Ayato rose to his feet, his legs were shaking. Thoma laced his arm around his neck and guided him a few steps ahead, only letting go of the man when he was safely clinging to the fence for support.

Ayato stared at the flowing water below, grimacing as he realized what he was about to do. His uncut bangs fell on his eyes as he leaned over, clumps of pale blue hair gluing to his sweaty skin. He held a strand behind his ear and turned to Thoma:

“Could you hold my hair for me?”, he asked timidly.

“Of course”, Thoma didn't hesitate this time, and positioned himself behind the commissioner, delicately arranging the strands into a short ponytail. Ayato was overdue for a cut, that length was too little for him to need a hair tie, but just enough to be a bother. Carefully, he landed the other hand on his back, feeling him tense even more under his touch. “Try to breathe, okay?”

Ayato nodded, his eyes locked on the cannel below, the thought of anyone seeing him kept coming to the front of his mind, he could only hope no one would pass by there. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, swallowing a bit of saliva that felt too thick on his tongue. His stomach groaned, urging him to just give in and get it over with.

He leaned even further and parted his lips, letting the saliva string out of his mouth. It didn't take that long for him to start gagging, his stomach hadn’t stopped churning for even a moment, letting him know it wasn’t taking well to the spoiled food he had forced down. He heaved a shuddering sigh and gagged again, graphically this time, he could practically hear the liquid rising in his throat.

“Here it comes…”, he said to Thoma as a warning, concerned for the poor housekeeper who had to be there yet again to see it.

Ayato’s shoulders heaved and his stomach followed, he felt it lunge upwards, sending boiling bile up his throat. He nearly choked as his throat convulsed, producing a few short gurgles before he was able to let out a thin trickle of milky bile.

For such a warning, Thoma thought the spell would be more violent, but he knew well it wasn’t over yet. Gently, he rubbed Ayato’s back in small circles, noticing the sweat dampening his clothes, the way it outlined his muscles and the way they moved as he continued to gag. Even in the shade, Thoma was starting to feel hot as well, despite the light fabrics of his clothes, he could only imagine how uncomfortable the Yashiro commissioner must’ve been feeling.

“Ughhh… guh”, Ayato let out a miserable groan and muffled a burp behind his lips, scorching the inside of his mouth with the taste of hot acid. It was revolting, the sickly sweet taste of the tea lingered on his tongue, completely overtaken by rotten milk.

He couldn’t be feeling worse if he tried, now that he had started vomiting, his stomach was writhing, making every breath turn into a heave. He could feel the contents tossing inside, the boiling acid swimming in the back of his throat.

“It’s going to be alright”, Thoma tried to reassure him, although his voice didn’t convey any confidence.

Ayato shook his head, not at the notion, but at the pathetic attempt at comforting. He appreciated it, internally, but now what he needed was silence, and maybe something to help speed things along.

“Thoma… could you hand me that water you brought?”

“Uh, yes, of course”, he quickly replied, carefully letting go of Ayato’s hair and picking up the bottle he left on the bench. He opened it before handing it to the commissioner, his fingers lingered on his for a moment, afraid his shaky hands were going to drop it.

Ayato took a deep breath followed by a quick swig, it looked like it pained him to swallow it, but soon he was drinking more. Thoma wasn’t sure what he was trying to achieve, to help with the nausea he would have to drink it slowly, but Ayato was quickly downing the bottle in big gulps. Suddenly, he pulled back, shoving the half-empty bottle into his hand before turning to the ledge.

“M’lord!” Thoma shouted, watching Ayato lunge for the railing and opening his mouth, letting out a long wet burp. “You should tell me when you’re going to do these things!”

Ayato paid no mind to his reprimand, and focused on the added pressure building in his upper stomach, suddenly reaching its tipping point as he tried to burp again. A surge of murky water gurgled out of his mouth, nearly the same lukewarm temperature as it had been when he drank it, now tasting like acidic milk.

Thoma was calling him again, hurriedly pulling his hair away from the corners of his mouth, and sliding the other hand to Ayato’s chest. The man was heaving so violently he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold himself up.

What a horrible idea that was. Ayato’s stomach purged itself over the ledge once again, forcing up a rush of white murky water out of him, he could tell the taste was becoming more concentrated, the texture thicker as it flew past his tongue. He gagged as it tapered off, coughing harshly to try and rid his throat of the lumps of tapioca and milk curdles. Thoma patted his back with more force, trying to help him.

Ayato started to retch, the sounds scratched his throat, more violent than the gags, but now he couldn’t stop. His ears were ringing with his racing thoughts, the threat of someone walking in, someone hearing him, seeing him. Ayato pressed himself further over the ledge, the railing digging into his stomach, forcing a wet acidic belch out of him.

“Try to breathe, m’lord, try to—”, Ayato wasn’t listening to him.

He barely had the chance to open his mouth before he was vomiting again, a gush of white liquid spraying out of him like a hose. It came up so forcefully it sprayed out of his nose, leaving Ayato gasping for air when it finally stopped.

“My archons…”, Thoma whispered, holding Ayato close as the man seemingly deflated over the ledge, small burps and hiccups still shaking him against his chest.

Ayato groaned weakly, and clutched his stomach, trying to breath slowly and finally calm himself down.

“I need to… go home”, he huffed and spat, looking wide eye at the mess he had made down at the cannel. Somehow he had managed to miss the flowing water, and most of his vomit, the lumpy puddles of spoiled milk and chewed tapioca, ended up staining the walls around it.

“Here, rinse your mouth out”, Thoma offered him the rest of the bottle, and the handkerchief he had left on the bench.

Ayato took the water and thought of drinking more of it, but the thought had him fighting another gag. He swished a mouthful of it and spat, going to return the bottle to Thoma, but the young man simply reached out, wiping the vomit off his chin with the handkerchief.

“How do you feel now, my lord?” Thoma asked, his voice was so gentle it didn’t even sound like he had just witnessed the commissioner puke up a storm.

“I… I think I’m fine now”, he replied, laying a shaky hand on his belly, still gurgling under his fingertips. “We should call a doctor as soon as we get home. I cannot afford to be sick at a time like this.”

“Understood... Do you think you can walk?”

“Of course Thoma”, he shrugged, and slowly let go of him, standing up on his own. He would make it, it would be fine. Ayato was sure at this point, he was in for a long night.

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Oneshot: Let Me Help You

Pairing: The Mandalorian x Reader

AO3 Crosspost: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40326249

Rating: Explicit, readers are advised to read the warnings below before proceeding.

Warnings (in no particular order): Gender-Neutral (AFAB) Reader, Porn With Plot, Depictions of Anxiety, Blood and Injury, Swearing, Domestic Fluff, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Rough Sex, Choking, Dom/Sub Dynamic, Caretaker Kink, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Clothed Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasms, Glove Kink, Cock Worship, Doctor/Patient Relationship

Summary: You and the Mandalorian have a very peculiar deal. He can come by anytime he needs a home-cooked meal, a bed to sleep in and a medic to patch up whatever mess he has gotten himself into. In exchange, you are allowed to request his help with anything you need, like home repairs or bringing back souvenirs from his travels. It's a rather peaceful exchange and neither of you ask too much of the other…until something happens that forces the desire brewing inside the both of you to finally boil over.

Word Count: 19.6k+ (this oneshot can be read in chapters on AO3)

A/N: Yay, another very long oneshot that has plot but is mostly shameless smut, also set in the middle of Book of Boba Fett!

This story is written with a gender-neutral (afab) reader in mind. I do mention certain afab body parts (like "clit") but I don't mention pronouns or use gendered terms (like "girl") so I hope my lovely non-binary people can enjoy the read too ♡

This isn't the first time the Mandalorian has crashed through your front door, stumbling in with his hand over some open wound. You are considering buying a rug just so you don't have to keep spending time scrubbing the blood out of your light wood floors. Note to self, next time you build a safe house, invest in darker wood…

You let out a quiet sigh before walking over to the metal operating bed he's laying on. You have a sterile corner in the house that's all metal, since it's easier to clean, where you tend to your patients. Though, as of late, the Mandalorian is taking up all of your time. That was the agreement, after all. Until he no longer needs your services, he's your exclusive client, the only one allowed to use your safe house in the wilderness of Naboo.

Why did you agree to such restrictive terms? Because he pays well for it. That's what you tell yourself but it's not the full truth. In actuality, he saved your life months ago and ever since then, you've grown to care about him. A lot more than you know you should care because he can terminate this relationship whenever he wants and you'd have to let him go.

You hate thinking about the day he finds somewhere else, someone else, and leaves you. But, you chose to accept this deal so you choke back any feelings about it, hiding them deep in your heart. They aren't real feelings anyways. You firmly believe it's just a crush you'll get over. How can you actually like a man you've never even seen before, other than his open wounds?

You shake away the thoughts as you carry your supplies over to the small metal tray beside him, sitting on your little stool with wheels that help you maneuver around. You slide down to his leg wound and examine it before asking, "what happened this time?"

"Sliced into my own leg." He tries to move but you stop him. You can't let him cause the wound to fester more.

"Again?" You shift your eyes to look up at him disapprovingly. "You said you'd be more careful."

The Mandalorian just shrugs his shoulders in response and you roll your eyes at him. You should've assumed this would happen again, since he hasn't been very good at using the Darksaber. At least you read up on how to treat these kinds of wounds in preparation, so you do a much better job patching him up this time around.

It's pretty late into the night when you're done bandaging his wound as securely as you can. You let out a breath of relief as you get up to peel your blood stained gloves off and wash your hands. Though, you're only going to get them dirty again in a bit when you have to mop your entryway.

"There's a change of clothes for you in the refresher." You tell him, gesturing over to the nearby door. "Do you need any help getting there?"

He sits up, touching the bandages with his gloved hand. Then, he lifts his head, facing his helmet towards you, and says, "I'll be fine."

"Alright then. I've got a floor to clean." You point back at the bloody mess he left for you. "So, I'll be up if you need me."

Thankfully, it isn't too much blood so you end up getting it all scrubbed out by the time he's limping towards you after showering and putting a new set of clothes on. He's carrying his beskar plates in his hands so you quickly do one last wipe of the floor before rushing up to him, taking them from him.

Before he can make one of his stubborn comments, you state firmly, "I won't argue with you over this. Go rest and let me handle this."

The Mandalorian is reluctant as always but he eventually can't keep standing in one place with his leg injury so he gives in and lets you take over. You lug his armor onto your dining table, setting it down piece by piece so you can wipe the blood off of them until they're nice and shiny again. Exhaustion is slowly setting into every fiber of your being and you try to stretch to keep yourself awake but you're reaching your limit as you throw the clothes he was wearing into the wash.

You need to keep it together. You need to stay useful to him, which means being able to work even when you're tired. You just need to stay awake long enough to hang the clothes from the wash so they can dry and you can go to sleep then.

It's only a few more minutes. You can do it, just stay awake…

You catch yourself before you fall asleep on your arms at the dining table. Then, you curse mentally to yourself when the Mandalorian goes, "you seem tired."

You look up to see that he's not asleep yet. "You seem tired too, so you should sleep."

"I'll sleep when you do." He says as he turns to look at the space next to him.

When he does stay over, you both share the only bed in the whole house. Why? Because he refuses to let you sleep on the little daybed you have, even though you've explained to him several times that the actual bed isn't your bed. It's mainly for patients so you usually do most of your sleeping on the daybed.

He doesn't like that fact at all. You don't know why he's so particular about it, but in your agreement, he made sure that you slept in bed with him whenever he was staying over. You really shouldn't have said yes to it. It's not good for your heart when you wake up to the sheets smelling like him after he has left.

You hear the alarm go off for the washer so you tell him, "I'll be there soon."

The Mandalorian gives you a slight nod of his helmet and you leave to get the clothes hung up to dry. Then, you wash up for the night and change into more comfortable clothes before making the trek back to the bed.

Again, note to self, get two beds, or better yet build two rooms, in case you end up with another patient as stubborn as the Mandalorian next time you build a safe house. It is definitely more convenient to have an open concept when you have to keep a watchful eye on patients and since they never stay for more than a day or two, you don't mind sharing the space for a bit. That isn't the case when he's here, but how else are you supposed to feel when you have to share a bed with a man that makes your heart race?

When you do get to bed, you settle yourself under the covers rather quickly, facing away from him. The sleeping arrangement goes like this: you stay under the covers and he stays over them. That way, he doesn't get blood on the sheets and you don't have to have a panic attack on the off chance he brushes up against you in the middle of the night. Plus, he normally sleeps partially sitting up, since he always wears the helmet.

Every time he's here, you offer the same thing. "I promise I won't look if you want to take the helmet off to rest. I'll keep my eyes in this direction."

The Mandalorian never takes your offer, which is understandable. There's no way for him to be sure that you won't accidentally catch a peek of him somehow. There's a lot you've had to adapt to in order to take care of him. You close all the windows and the curtains in your house so that no one can look in and see him while he's vulnerable. You eat at the kitchen bar, so you're faced away from the dining table when he's eating too. You cut around his clothes to tend to his wounds since you know he doesn't like to show any skin. You can't help him strip for the refresher for the same reason, and also because your heart would literally burst out of your chest.

Kind of like it does right now when you hear him say, "only if you let me hold you while we sleep."

You blink a few times, trying to comprehend if this is a dream or actually reality. It's hard to tell. "What did you just say?"

"I'll take the helmet off if I can hold you to make sure you won't flip around and look at me while we sleep." He elaborates and surprisingly, it makes sense.

If the Mandalorian kept his arms around you to hold you firmly against his chest, it would be unnatural for you to turn your head accidentally. You already promised not to look and he must trust that you won't but he has to ensure that he isn't taking any chances either.

However, will you survive the night in his arms? Suddenly, you're wide awake and all the tiredness you had felt earlier has washed away as your mind swirls at the thought of him spooning you. Yes, the Mandalorian would be technically spooning you. It would be completely platonic and more so just you helping a patient sleep so…

"Okay." You spell out your consent. "You can hold me if it'll help you rest better. Are you going to stay above the covers?"

"Do you want me to?" Why did he have to ask you that…

"The bleeding has stopped so you don't have to." You're really digging your own grave by giving him that option but you can't help yourself. The prospect of him holding you while sharing the same blanket is too tempting.

"Then it'll be easier if I'm under the covers too." He says in such a monotone that it really feels like this means nothing to him. Of course it doesn't. Why would it? He's only here to get treated and he'll leave once he has healed up like he always does.

They always leave you. If you aren't giving them what they need of you, then they leave. You're only worth as much as you put out and the moment you have nothing left to offer, why would anyone want to stay?

You take a deep breath, not wanting your terrible thoughts to bring tears to your eyes. It would be embarrassing if the Mandalorian caught you crying. You're a professional. You can't cry in front of a patient. That would be ridiculous.

So, you choke back your feelings like you always do while you wait for him to make his move. He does eventually, after waiting for a while. You guess it was to test to see if you would actually stay turned away, or maybe he was just waiting for you to fall asleep first. Your eyes are shut but you are most definitely not asleep when you hear him take off the helmet for the first time. He keeps it on the bed with him, so it's easy to grab in the off chance he has to throw it on.

Then, you feel the covers shift and he gets under them. It isn't the first time he has slept under the covers. He did during the colder season a few months ago, but he stayed sitting up so only his lower half was underneath. Now, he's fully beneath the blanket with you and you watch as his arms slip around your body, tugging you slightly towards him. You hold your breath when your back presses up against his chest, not wanting to react to how warm and comforting it feels to be held like this.

The only problem is…you have no fucking idea where to put your arms. He has one arm under your pillow with the other wrapped around your waist. You can't extend them or tuck them under your pillow without running the risk of brushing up against his arms. So, you decide to tuck your arms against your chest. It's definitely not comfortable but it's the best you can do in this situation.

That is, until you feel his hot breath against the exposed skin of your nape as he says, "I need you to hold my hands."

"What?" You are unsure if you heard him correctly. Did he just say–

"I need to make sure you won't move around." He clarifies his intent. "It'll be hard to sleep if you're fidgeting."

You didn't even realize you were fidgeting with your hands. It was completely unconscious so you understand that he needs to be able to sleep peacefully. "Sorry about that."

"There's nothing to apologize for." He moves his hands to grab a hold of yours before getting them back to where they were previously.

You don't know why you feel a bit surprised that he still has his gloves on. The Mandalorian wouldn't want to hold you with his bare hands, you should've assumed that.

"Do you always pretend to be asleep?" He asks you, letting you feel every word against your skin once again.

"I'm not pretending." You defend yourself, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "It's just been a while since I've been held like this so it's a bit of an adjustment. I'll be asleep soon, so you should focus on sleeping too."

"How long has it been?" His natural voice is oddly soothing, all low and deep and a bit sleepy. It almost makes you not realize the weight of what he's asking. The Mandalorian isn't one for small talk and yet he's curious about you.

"A long time." You tense up a bit at the thought of how lonely you've been but you have to try to shake it off because you know he can feel it when you get all stiff. "I've never been all that good at having lasting relationships."

"I don't think that's true." He tells you and you don't know how to react to his words. "We've known each other for a while now."

You stifle your laugh but you're sure he knew you laughed a little. "I don't think this relationship counts."

"Why not?" He sounds genuinely curious.

You shrug in response, though you can tell that isn't enough of an answer for him by the way he's holding you a bit firmer now. You don't know why, but the words slip out before you can stop them, "because our relationship ends the moment you don't need me anymore."

You turn your head more into your pillow then, so you can muffle any kind of sad sighs that threaten to slip from your lips. You chew on the inside of your mouth in hopes to not expose any more of yourself and your insecurities. He's just a patient. You have to remind yourself of that. He doesn't care about you. This is temporary. It always is and it always will be…

You decide to take control of the situation, not wanting to talk anymore, so you tell him, "I'm going to sleep now. Good night."

As per usual, he doesn't say it back and you don't expect him to. It's easier this way. He keeps his distance and you keep yours.

Even if you are falling asleep in his arms right now.

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You haven't seen him since that night. You didn’t even wake up until he was gone. A part of you thinks you made the whole thing up but you saw the blood stained gloves in your trash compartment so it had to have happened. Your sheets smelled like him too, which was another sign that it wasn't all a figment of your imagination.

As part of your deal with the Mandalorian, he helps you by bringing supplies you need replenished every three to four weeks since it's a hassle to get into the city and back when it's a two day trek for you. It's been about two weeks since you last saw him and you don't know if you're thankful or not. You keep thinking about how nice it felt to be held in his arms, even though you know you shouldn't be feeling this way. It wasn't for any reason other than to keep you from turning around. You're putting too much meaning into it. He has probably held a bunch of people just like that and yours is most likely the most meaningless of his interactions.

You wipe the tears that threaten to stream down your eyes. You don't know if you're more sensitive because you've been feeling sick all week but it's been hard for you to keep your emotions at bay. It must be a combination of everything that's making you feel a bit more vulnerable and a little lightheaded.

You'll blame your tears on the vegetables you're cutting. They always make you cry when you chop them. That's why you're tearing up, obviously. Not because of the Mandalorian.

Though, it's like you've summoned him with your thoughts because the moment you move the vegetables from the cutting board and into the stew you're making on the stove, he barges through your front door. You whip around, expecting to see him injured in some way, but he…isn't? You look him up and down, a bit confused at how completely okay he looks.

Then, he just says the word "rain" and you understand why he's here. He's just looking for a place to stay the night. He must be on a hunt in Naboo then.

"Did you want to shower before dinner then?" You mix around your stew a bit as you speak, "the food will be ready soon if you're hungry."

He doesn't answer you so you turn to face him again and are startled to see him right next to you. Then, he says, "you go shower and I'll watch over it until you're back."

You look down at your clothes and you realize how much of a mess you've made. You're not cautious enough when you're under the weather. It'll be weird being so dirty for dinner. "Alright, thanks. Just, um, stir it every now and then. Oh, and taste it while I'm away so you can tell me what to add to make it to your liking."

You nod your head at him then and rush to grab a change of clothes before getting into the refresher. You take a pretty quick shower, since you don’t want to keep him waiting by the stove too long.

When you're back from your shower, you see that he's…putting your supplies away? The Mandalorian didn't bring them in when he got here. You thought this wasn't a supply visit and he was just getting out of the rain.

"You don't have to do that." You walk up to him as he finishes putting the rest of your usual vegetables in the cold storage. "I've got the rest. Go sit and I'll bring food over for you."

His question catches you off guard. "Do you always do everything by yourself?"

You stumble a little bit in your step. You don't know how to answer that kind of blunt question other than honestly. "I guess so."

"Then, who takes care of you when you’re sick?" Again, another question that you're ill-prepared to answer.

How does he know you're sick? You gave yourself a good look in the mirror before and after you showered and you're certain you didn't show any physical signs of your sickness. You would barely even call this being sick. You're fine.

"I can take care of myself. Besides, I'm not that sick anyways. It's just a headache and some stomach cramps. They'll go away soon enough." You can't let the Mandalorian think you're not strong enough to take care of yourself or he won't trust you to take care of him and then he'll leave and you'll be alone again and you can't let him–

He cuts through your rambling thoughts by saying something that throws you for a loop, "stop doing that. I hate it when you pretend you aren't sick, or tired, or overworked. Why can't you just be honest and ask for help?"

You swallow nervously at his words. What does he mean? You don't have anyone to ask for help. You're alone. You've been alone. That's just how you've always lived. No one takes care of you besides yourself.

"The stew is going to boil over." You glance behind him at the pot on the stove, avoiding his question as you go to mix it around again before it spills out and makes a mess you'll have to clean up.

If only it was that easy to stop your own emotions from boiling over. You barely catch the tears before they start falling from your eyes and it only makes your headache worse and your stomach is doing flips because you're so fucking embarrassed that the Mandalorian saw right through you. And he hates it. There's no way he's going to stay now and you don't expect him to.

"Why are you crying?" He asks and you curse at yourself again. You thought you hid it well but you're starting to realize it's hard to hide things from him.

"I'm sorry." You say reflexively. "It's nothing. I cry a lot when I make this stew. The vegetables release a chemical that causes the eyes to tear up."

Maybe that’s why you made it today, so you had an excuse to cry other than your jumbled up emotions and your throbbing headache. Fuck, it hurts all over now. You feel so ashamed that you're acting like this in front of him. Where is the professional persona when you need it? You're too exhausted to put up an act.

"You need to go to bed." He tells you and you shift your eyes up to look at him. "Go, now."

"I told you, I'm fine–"

"Don't make me say it again." His voice is so stern that you jolt a little at his words.

You lower your head and immediately go over to the bed, sitting up against the headrest with the covers in your lap, since you can't bring yourself to lay down. You feel terrible that you're burdening him like this, making him worry about you. Though, is this worry or is he just annoyed at you? Maybe he doesn't like sick people. Not everyone can do what you do. It's hard watching people get hurt or fall ill. It's not like you're all that sick…you'll be fine. You're always fine. A week or two of a constant headache and an ache in your lower stomach is normal.

"When was the last time you've eaten?" He asks and you shrug in response. "That's a horrible answer."

You chew on your bottom lip before finally admitting, "I've eaten, just not a lot."

"What about water? Have you been drinking enough of it? From the look on your face, I'm assuming that's a no." He reads you like a book and you look straight down at your hands on your lap. The Mandalorian has never spoken to you like this before and it makes you nervous. He's really angry at you, isn't he?

"I'm sorry." You say again out of habit.

You hear him sigh and you can't bring yourself to look back up at him. You're thankful that you can’t see his face because you wouldn't know what you'd do if you saw him staring back at you with any form of hatred in his eyes. You really fucked up. Why couldn't you hide it better? You're a mess…

"There's nothing to apologize for." He sounds so close all of a sudden. "So, don't cry."

You watch as he sits down beside you in bed and he lifts your chin up so you're looking directly at his helmet. Then, you feel something damp and warm press up gently around your eyes and you realize he's wiping your face with a towel.

"I-I got it." You reach for the towel in his hands but he snatches your wrist before you can.

"No, you don't." His voice is stern again. "You're sick and you need to let me help you."

"There's no reason for you to help me." Your thoughts spill out and you blink back more tears. "You should just leave me be. I'll be fine. I don't want to burden you."

You put on the nicest smile you can muster, in hopes that he'll drop this. You can't let him take care of you. It'll just make it harder for you to let him go later if he shows you any kindness now. You have to keep your distance. The more you let him in, the harder it will hurt. You've made this same mistake before. It's not worth it…

"Why do you always do this?" He pulls the towel away from your face and you honestly miss the feeling already. His words cut through you like a sharp blade. "You always pretend that you're okay when you aren't. You never ask for help. You are constantly pushing yourself too much. Why won't you just take a break? Stop acting like you don't want to be taken care of and let me help you."

"That isn't how this works." You hate having to talk back but you must make him understand. "I'm the one who's supposed to be taking care of you. This safe house is for you. That's what you pay me for. Why would I ever ask for help from a patient? That's not right. I'm the one helping you heal. I can't–I can’t be sick or else I'm not useful anymore. Then, you'll just find someone else better to go to."

The moment you say those words out loud, your heart sinks in your chest. Why did you say that? Now, he's going to think you’re truly incapable of doing anything when you're fueled by fear like this. You're too afraid to be left alone and you just admitted that. How fucking sad. Your headache has gotten worse and you're nauseated by your own emotions. Why couldn't you just keep it together…

"Is that really what you think?" The Mandalorian asks and you can't decipher what his tone of voice means. "Do you actually believe I'm going to leave you if you act human for once and not like some medical droid? You're allowed to get sick. You're allowed to be tired. You're allowed to rest and ask for help. I honestly wish you would ask for my help so that I had an excuse to stay."

"What are you saying?" You can't comprehend anything through your pounding headache. There's no way he just said… "Do you want to stay here with me?"

"Isn't it obvious?" The Mandalorian surprises you once again. "I thought I made my intentions pretty clear when we decided that you weren't going to see anyone else but me or when I told you to share a bed with me. I was sure that I gave myself away when I asked you to let me hold you while we slept. Now, I get why you never saw me as anything but a patient. You were so afraid of me leaving that you never once thought that I wanted to stay."

This can't be real. You have to be dreaming. You're going to wake up soon and this will all have been some kind of fever-induced dream. There's simply no way that the Mandalorian is saying what you think he's saying.

And yet, you somehow find the courage to ask, "do you want me to see you as more than just a patient?"

He places his gloved hand on yours, squeezing it gently as he answers, "I want you to see me as a man who wants to stay and make you feel better. Let me help you, like you've helped me."

You find yourself letting your fingers interlock with his, seeking out the comfort you've been craving. Then, you fight through your fears so that you can reply, "I can do that. I'm sorry if I'm…nervous about this. It's been a long time since anyone wanted to help me."

"You don't have to think about the past anymore. I'm here right now and that's all that matters." He tells you kindly before standing back up. "I'll get you a bowl of stew so you can take some medication and then I'll hold a heat pad against your stomach for you until you fall asleep. Does that sound good?"

You nod, smiling as you feel a warmth blooming in your heart. "That sounds really nice, thank you."

"Anytime." He moves his hand to pat your head gently. "Ask me if you want anything else."

"I will." You know it will take you a while to be truthful about what you want but you'll take small steps at a time if the Mandalorian is willing to be patient with you. It seems like he wants to be and that makes you feel so much better.

He brings you a tray with some stew, a glass of water and a little cup of pills. They're all the correct medications for your symptoms and you like that he remembers the things you've given him over the time you've tended to him. He really has been paying attention to you, hasn't he? The thought heats up your skin a little but you brush it off by eating. For the first time in a few days, food goes down easily. It must be because you're able to relax and not think about anything for a bit.

The Mandalorian is taking care of everything for you, from setting your empty dishes into the dishwasher to getting your heat pack warmed up to a good temperature. He peels off his armor plates then gets into bed beside you. You flip onto your side so that he can take off his helmet and spoon you. Soon enough, he does exactly what he said he would. He presses the heat pad against your lower stomach and you let out a sigh of relief. It feels so good and normally, you can't get it this hot because it torches your hand when you hold it but since he's wearing gloves, he can easily handle a bit more heat.

You feel his breath against the back of your neck just like the other night as he says quietly, "I like helping you feel good. Tell me if I'm in the right place."

"That's perfect." You put your hand on his, touching his now-warm glove from the heat pad. "This is almost too nice."

"Are you tired yet?" He brushes his lips lightly against your skin and you can't help but smile at the subtle touch.

"Not anymore." You say honestly. "I can't sleep. I want to enjoy this for as long as I can."

"Just close your eyes then and enjoy." The Mandalorian is trying to coax you into at least resting. You listen, letting your eyes droop shut.

You focus on the rise and fall of his chest against your back. You like the feeling of how tightly his arms are wrapped around you, keeping the heat pad on your stomach. Your cramps are slowly subsiding and your headache is practically gone. All you can think about is how much you want him to lean in and start kissing your neck so you can feel more of his soft lips.

"You're fidgeting." He calls you out for your tiny movements. "Do you need something from me?"

"It's nothing." You definitely can't tell him the kinds of thoughts that are running through your mind.

"I told you, if you want something, then ask." He leans in closer then. "I'll give you anything you want as long as you ask for it politely."

You really shouldn't do this but…you take a deep breath and ask, "will you kiss me a little? I like the feeling of your lips against my skin."

"You mean here?" He gently presses his lips against the nape of your neck and trails kisses along your shoulder. You hold yourself back from making too much noise in response to how nice it feels. But then, you feel one of his hands slip down your body as he says, "or do you want me to kiss somewhere else?"

You might actually go into a mild panic if he's suggesting what you think he's suggesting. "You can kiss me wherever."

"You shouldn't give me that kind of power." His words send shivers through you. "I might not be able to hold myself back."

You bite your lip, squirming just a bit. But, you don't stop yourself from saying, "you don't have to hold back. I trust you."

"Then, can I trust you not to lift the covers if I go down on you?" He sounds so sultry in your ear, his voice a bit more rough than usual. "I need you to be good and not peek while I make you feel good. Can you do that for me?"

You nod, though you know you have to be verbal so you tell him, "I'll keep my hand over my eyes the whole time, I promise."

"Good." He praises your obedience and you go absolutely crazy over it, your mind swirling. He's more demanding now that he knows you'll listen. "Keep your eyes shut for me and lay on your back."

You put your hand over your eyes while squeezing them shut before laying onto your back. The Mandalorian takes your other hand and places it on the heat pad, so you're keeping it there since he's no longer holding onto it. You hear him shift beneath the covers and you gasp when you feel his hands at your hips, grabbing the waistband of your pants. You lift your hips up to let him pull them off of you, along with your underwear. You're thankful it's nighttime and obviously dark under the covers because you wouldn't be able to bear how shy you'd get that he's right up against you like this.

"I can't tell you how much I've wanted to do this." You can feel every word he says right against your inner thighs. "I've dreamed of it. The way you taste. The way you sound when you come. I have to hold myself back or I'll be here all night, learning how to make you go crazy with my tongue."

How can he say these kinds of words like that? His voice is all too enticing with how low and slow he breathes out every word. You want to let him do what he wants so you tell him, "I said I trust you, so you don't have to stop until you've had your fill. I'll say something if I want you to stop."

"Promise me you won't regret that." He feels much closer to you now.

"I won't regret any of this. I'm already feeling so good and you haven't even done anything yet." You grip onto the heat pad, the anticipation killing you as you can feel how wet you're getting with him just hovering near you like this. You can't handle waiting anymore so you plead, "please make me come."

"I'll make you come as much as you want, so focus on feeling good for me." That's all he has to say before you finally feel his tongue on you. He definitely knows how wet you've gotten from his words. The Mandalorian hums in approval, enjoying the way you taste.

You can't breathe. The air keeps getting sucked out of your lungs with every subtle movement of his tongue. Your light, airy moans fill the room as he starts to tease you, tracing circles around your clit at a slow pace. Every now and then, he leans in and wraps his lips around it, sucking enough to pull soft whimpers out of you. You're so close but you hold yourself at the edge for a moment, wanting to savor the feeling of him.

Then, when you're ready, you let your orgasm wash over you, drowning in the pleasure he has given you. He licks all of it up and you can feel him smile against you. You bet he has a beautiful smile. You wish you could kiss him and feel him smile against your lips, but that would be asking too much so you focus back on his tongue building you up to your next orgasm.

Every wave of pleasure gets better and better and at a certain point, you're mumbling things to him in your daze. You can't recall your exact words but you're pretty sure you told him how good he makes you feel, how much you like that he wants to take care of you, how you hope he'll actually stay with you. You pretty much said everything you'd normally be too shy to because you're in a dreamlike state. Eventually, you drift into a tranquil slumber after coming so much. Despite your sleepiness, you can still make out the feeling of him kissing every inch of your exposed skin before cleaning you up and putting your pants back on. He shifts you back onto your side and spoons you again. You feel the familiar warmth of your heat pad and you realize he has reheated it so he can hold it against you as you sleep. How sweet of him.

Now, all you hope for is that you'll wake up in his arms…not just tomorrow, but every time he comes by.

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You half-expected this to be a one time thing. Why? Because the idea that it would be happening as frequently as it has been is…incomprehensible. Actually, it is more than that. It's fucking unbelievable, the way the Mandalorian not only stayed more than that one night and held you while you both slept, but he also went down on you every night he was here.

You've been falling asleep to the intense over-stimulation of him between your legs and honestly, how are you ever supposed to learn to sleep without it now? It's already been over a week since he had to leave to hunt his quarry, which means he might not be back for a while.

Now, you're expecting too much of him. There’s no telling that he'll keep his word and come back…but you have hope that he will. You have way too much hope whenever you remember how he felt under the covers.

It's going to take you a while to recover from those few days. You were all flustered around him because you couldn't believe what's been going on. You shared meals together, albeit with you still turned away but he lets you sit next to him now. He took you on rides in the starfighter and out to the capital city Theed to shop and explore. He helped you with repairs on the house and even found a rug that blood can wash out of easily, though the merchant was a bit freaked out when he asked about that. You laughed so much with him and the time you've spent has been everything to you.

There's still the uncomfortable feeling of loss that creeps into your mind every now and then. It's funny how the moment you feel happy, it feels like the world wants to give you reasons to feel bad again. The voices in your head are trying to dissuade you. They breathe out lies and from those lies manifest worries and from those worries fester doubt. You wish it wasn't like that, but it is when there's so much uncertainty.

Especially when the man you are infatuated with is a bounty hunter. The thought that he might never come back not by his own choice, but because he has sustained an injury you aren't there to help with or if he was killed by his quarry…you shake off the chills that run through your body when these thoughts come to mind. What can you do about this? Nothing really. You don't have any say nor would you ever say anything of the sort. It isn't your place.

You don't really know what your place in the Mandalorian's life is. You'd rather not think about it because it would spoil the nice moments you are having if you feel the desperate need for more. You only take what he's willing to give. You don't try to push for more, even if there are other desires that flood your mind when he's making you come.

You would give anything to have him let you do the same, but you know that’s literally impossible. He won't even let you see his hands. There's no way he would ever let you–

Almost like clockwork, the Mandalorian stumbles through your doorway, bleeding all over your new rug. Your eyes widen at the sight because…he's about to collapse.

You rush to his side in a panic, slamming the door behind him as you catch his body before he drops to the ground. He's bleeding more than a normal person should be but that's probably because he has several open blaster wounds.

He tries to say something but you shut him up immediately. "Don't waste your energy. Let me handle this, please. I need to focus." You have to get him in the bath. You have enough bacta to fill it and it will completely submerge his body. That's the only way he's going to heal up properly after you clean all his injuries.

"Hey, stay with me." You tell him, shaking him so he stays awake as you guide him onto the operating bed. "Listen carefully. I'm going to clean you up and then I'm going to help you into the bath. I'll have my eyes closed the whole time with the lights off. It'll be completely dark and I'll sit in there with you until everything's sealed up. I promise, I won't look so please let me help you."

After a moment of hesitation, the Mandalorian breathes out in a strained huff, "okay."

That's all he has to say for you to start working at lightning speed. You peel off all of his beskar and drop the pieces onto the floor as gently but as quickly as you can to get them out of the way. Then, you grab your shears and start snipping away at his clothes wherever there's blood. You give him a bacta shot to relieve the pain momentarily so you start treating the wounds.

It's disgusting. There's blood everywhere, though only some of it is his. Most of it is you getting more blood into him via transfusion and then realizing that some of his wounds haven't properly sealed up yet so you have to reseal them before they start fucking spewing blood. His clothes are soaked in sweat from the pain and you have to keep your composure, but you feel yourself wavering. However, every so often, the Mandalorian whispers sweet things to you like "you're doing great," "keep going," "I feel better already" and those are what help you push through.

It takes a while to get the bleeding to stop but when it does, you breathe out a sigh of relief because he's stable and he's going to be alright. He's going to be stuck soaking in bacta for a while but he'll heal up just fine. "I'm going to get everything prepped so just stay awake for me, okay?"

"Okay." He says after a few frighteningly long seconds.

You go into the bathroom and fill your tub with bacta. It's thick and slimy and fucking heavy. You really wish you had a tank that you could just pump this stuff directly into but that would require the use of lights and other tech you can't have right now so this makeshift soak will have to do. Once it's filled enough, you put everything you will need in the bathroom to stay in there for what might be days…

Then, you go back out to help the Mandalorian into the bathroom, shutting the door and enclosing you both in complete darkness. You help him over to a chair and start stripping him, which he allows. You save his helmet for after you get him into the bath and out of courtesy, you drape several big towels over the tub, so in the off chance the lights accidentally turn on, you won't catch a glimpse of him.

"I'm going to take your helmet off now." You have your hands on the beskar, trying not to tremble too much with anxiety. "My eyes are closed and they'll stay that way until you're feeling well enough to get out on your own. Okay?"

"Okay." His voice is strained as he says that but you know it's all he can muster right now so you'll take it.

You wait a couple of seconds before pulling his helmet off and setting it on a small table you've brought in beside the tub that holds the IV keeping him hydrated. You pull up your stool and drag yourself to the back of the tub so you can wipe his face with a cold towel. It's obvious he's been sweating buckets underneath his helmet. He must have been uncomfortable so you try to soothe him with your words.

"You're okay now. You're safe. You're going to heal up great." You whisper as you pat every inch of his face until it's cool to the touch.

You take the time to wash his hair, massaging his head, hoping that'll distract him from any other aching pains he must have. When his hair is dry, you go to drape a warm towel over his face so he can rest but he stops you the moment he feels it. "Wait."

"Do you need something?" You pull the towel away, scooting closer to him with your stool.

You hear him take a deep breath, like he needs all the air he can get to tell you, "we might not get another chance for a while so will you kiss me?"

It's as if your heart fell out of your chest and then found its way back. The Mandalorian…he's asking you to kiss him. Something you've wanted to do all this time. It's the easiest decision you'll ever have to make. You lean down towards him, finding his lips with yours, and answer, "get better soon and I'll do more than just kiss you."

Then, you press your lips against his for the first time. The same lips you've felt kiss your skin before. They taste like blood because you know he was biting them to stop from making any sound at the agony he was in earlier, but you don’t mind it. You don't care because you get to kiss him. It's a light kiss and you pull away quicker than you'd like to but he needs to rest now.

"I'll be right here if you need me." You caress his face, feeling his stubble between your fingers as you guide yourself to kiss his forehead and his cheeks. "I'm not going anywhere."

You lay the warm towel over his face after that, helping it sink into the dips of his face. He lets out a gentle sigh of relief and you are happy to hear it. You make your way over to your little makeshift bed, which is just a pillow and a blanket on the bathroom floor, and you wrap a thin shirt you found laying around over your eyes, just in case. It's hard to sleep but it gets easier when you can hear his light sleeping sounds echoing through the bathroom walls.

This goes on for days. Sadly, you have to wake him from his slumber every few hours to give him medication, much to his dismay. He always wakes up in a panic, since he's helmetless and naked. You have to assure him that it's pitchblack and you can't see a thing. He feels better once he's more awake and realizes he actually can't see a thing so there's no way you can either.

It's around the fourth day that he feels decent enough to stand on his own so you help him out of the bath and into the refresher to wash up. You try your absolute hardest not to touch him too much. You reason that you don't want to accidentally graze one of his wounds but the truth is, you need to keep yourself from remembering that he's a rather well built man with surprisingly soft skin.

The Mandalorian is able to get dressed on his own so you give him back his helmet, which he seems grateful to have on again. You made sure to clean it as thoroughly as you could in the dark. It's crazy to think you haven't seen any light in four days. You thank your lucky stars that it's nighttime when you guide him out of the bathroom, so your eyes don't take too long to readjust to the small amount of moonlight shining into your house.

You get him tucked into bed and since he's able to eat again, you cook up something that tastes terrible but only because you have to pack as many vitamin supplements in it as you can while he has an appetite. Even so, he still says, "it's not bad," which makes you laugh.

"Let's hope you haven't developed a taste for this stuff because I'd rather not stock more than necessary." You say with your head turned away from him. You're sitting on the other side of the bed, eating a bowl of crunchy kernels in batha milk.

"Do you mind sharing some?" You see his glove tap the side of your bowl and you chuckle, handing it to him. "Thanks. That other stuff tastes pretty fucking bad."

"I can get you something else to wash it down too." You know he got you some random fruit juices from his travels that you have yet to consume.

"This is fine." He says in between crunches, sounding a lot like his healthy self again.

You wait for him to finish eating so you can clean up before bed. You wonder how you'll be sleeping. He can't spoon you this time, not with his injuries. You doubt after days of not being covered up that he'll be comfortable pulling the helmet off if he wasn't certain you wouldn't be able to see him.

So, you propose a solution. "I'll sleep with the covers over me and when you have the helmet back on after you've woken up, you can move them off me to let me know. Does that work?"

"Not a bad idea." He doesn't dislike it. "But I want you close to me."

"That's risky." You're worried you'll bump into him in his sleep and hurt him somehow.

"I don't care what the risks are." The Mandalorian's stern tone fills your ears. "You're sleeping right here next to me."

He pulls your pillow so that it's resting beside his chest beneath the covers. You'd be so close to him that you could roll over and snuggle against him. Not that you would do that when he is recovering, but you could.

"Let's go to sleep." He urges you to listen to him so you comply, dipping under the covers and laying on the pillow he has settled beside him. You hear him take off his helmet and set it on the covers above, almost like a weight. That's a smart way of signaling if you're moving too much and might catch a glimpse of him.

"Good night." You say as you lean in a little closer to him, breathing in the scent of freshly washed clothes.

You feel his gloved hand rest at the top of your head, patting you gently, before he tells you for the first time, "good night."

It is definitely a good night because you know he's healing and you get to spoil yourself with his warmth again. Hopefully you'll get the chance to kiss him again soon…and possibly do more.

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Much to your surprise, you get the opportunity to help him feel good a lot earlier than you originally thought because you wake up to your hand resting against something very hard. The covers aren't over your head anymore so you look up and the Mandalorian has his helmet back on, shifting down to see you staring at him. If he's been awake this whole time, why didn't he move your hand away…

You don't know where you find the confidence but you trace your fingers along the length of his cock, feeling the way it's outlined under the fabric of his pants. He snatches your wrist immediately after, making your lips curve into a smile. With your sleepy morning voice, you say to him, "was I not supposed to do that?"

"You're playing with fire." Those are the words he chooses to say.

"That's not a no. It feels like you need my help." You sneak your other hand down, grazing him lightly again. This time, he doesn't grab your wrist.

Instead, he slips his hand into your hair, brushing it away from your face before telling you, "if you're willing, then hurry up and go down on me."

You grin happily in response, letting his hand guide you back under the covers by your hair and drag you between his legs. You're happy to be able to return the favor, especially since he can't see you. You can really enjoy yourself now without feeling embarrassed about looking too excited.

The only sad thing is it's dark under the covers so you don't actually get to see how nice his cock must be when you pull it out of his pants. You'll have to live with just knowing how it feels so you take your time, stroking up and down his length with your hand, trying to memorize every inch of it.

Then, you hear him speak in his natural voice, so the helmet must be off. "You're taking too long."

"Are you eager or impatient?" You ask the moment you lean in, letting him feel your breath against his cock before you press soft kisses along it.

"I thought you were shy." He sounds surprised that you're teasing him right now.

"I am shy but I've been wanting to do this for a very long time." You answer him before you swirl your tongue around the tip, drawing a sigh out from his lips. "So, let me savor this moment, please."

"Fine." He grips your hair tighter as you lick up from the base of his cock to the tip, repeating this motion until you've felt all of him with your tongue. Then, you do it all over again, enjoying the feeling of him on your tongue. You hear him let out a low growl, almost in frustration, before telling you, "now I'm getting impatient."

"Tell me what you want then." You smirk to yourself, giddy that he isn't able to catch how much fun you're having. "I'll give you anything you want as long as you ask for it politely."

He pulls you by the hair towards his cock right then, the irritation apparent in his voice, "are you using my own words against me?"

"You're wasting precious time bickering with me." You finish your sentence with another swirl of your tongue over the tip. "Don't you want to come in my mouth?"

The Mandalorian grinds his teeth, hard enough that you can hear it. Then, after a moment of thinking it through, he gives in and asks, "will you hurry up and put your mouth around my cock so I can come?"

"Only if you let me do it more than once." You can't resist the prospect of going down on him back to back. "It's only fair, right?"

"Do you want to go down on me for that long?" Is that a challenge he's suggesting?

"If you'd let me, I'd spend all day right here." It would be a good way of getting him to stay in bed.

"Fuck." He curses under his breath and you know he wants it by the way he's gripping your hair. "Once I'm healed up, you're not leaving this bed until I've fucked you every possible way."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You can't believe he's offering something so tantalizing.

"It's both. So, get to work and make me come for as long as you can handle staying put." He definitely doesn't have to tell you twice.

If the Mandalorian is going to let you stay right here and suck his cock all day long, how could you possibly say no to that? You don't let him wait any longer, sinking your mouth downwards until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You hum at the way he fits so well in your mouth, which he must like a lot because he tightens his grip in your hair again.

Slowly, you find a pace that brings out quiet grunts from him. He throbs in your mouth and you like the feeling when it's deep down your throat. You can already tell you're liking this a little too much, but you don’t hold back regardless.

The first time you make him come, he whispers your name like it's a breath of fresh air. You can tell he's been pent up for quite some time given how much he came in your mouth. You swallow every bit, refusing to waste a drop of it. Then, you tug off his pants a bit more so you can kiss his lower stomach and the top of his thighs. Your hands slip underneath his shirt to caress more of his body, using the excuse of checking in on his wounds. Everything seems to be evening out so he probably won't scar too badly.

When he's hard again, you decide to tease him with your tongue and mouth at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping him at the very edge until he just couldn't take it anymore and started fucking your mouth. He finishes deep down your throat once he's had his fill using you to get himself off. He's breathless this time, inhaling slow, shallow breaths after his orgasm.

"I want to watch you this time." He tells you the moment he has enough air in his lungs. "Will you keep your eyes closed?"

Now, that's a risk. He doesn't sound like he's putting the helmet back on either. If you slip up, you could completely fuck everything up. So, you do the only thing you can think of. "Pull the pillowcase off of a pillow and give it to me."

The Mandalorian listens to your request and hands it to you under the covers. You makeshift a blindfold and tie it tightly around your eyes. Thankfully, you have dark sheets for a reason and it conceals your vision. Then, he lifts the covers off of you and suddenly, his request changes. "Take your pants off and straddle my lap right now."

You obey without question, leaving yourself in just your underwear as you swing your legs over him. You decide to hover, so you don't press down accidentally on any wounds. You're sure he can see how wet you've gotten through your underwear and you confirm this thought when his fingers reach forward to trace a line up the center. You strangely like the way the leather feels. It's rougher and provides more texture to feel through the thin fabric barrier. Your breaths grow heavier with each subtle touch and you desperately want to beg him to let you ride his cock or his fingers but he's supposed to be resting right now…

He must notice the way you're aching to be touched because he says in a commanding tone, "rub yourself against my cock and let me watch you make yourself come. I won't move, so I'll be fine."

You've never done anything like that before. He's really going to let you use him to get off? Why does that make your heart pound so much? Probably because you're imagining the visual he's going to see and it's so hot. The desperation consuming you forces you to toss all reason aside and you rip your own underwear off, throwing the fabric away somewhere.

"Someone's eager." There's a playfulness in his voice and you're almost certain he's smirking.

"Focus on getting better soon so we can fuck already." You snap back at him, a little too needy to feel him buried deep inside of you.

For today, you'll settle for taking his cock in your hand and guiding it up against you, teasing yourself with how hot and hard he is beneath you. The temptation to push him inside of you is palpable in the way you rub the tip near your entrance, letting him feel how wet and ready you are for him. Then, you hold his cock steady as you start to grind against it. With every movement, he teases your clit and you can't hold in how good it makes you feel. You've been just as pent up and in need of a release.

You feel his gloved hands settle at your thighs, wanting to participate somehow so he simply holds onto you as you give him quite the show. He's twitching against you so you know he's enjoying the way this feels as well. He gets to see the way his cock slides up against you, gliding along how slick you are.

When you feel your orgasm approaching, you grab a hold of his hands, squeezing them in yours to steady yourself. The wave of pleasure hits you with such an intensity that you're thankful he's there to anchor you. Every inch of your body writhes in response to how hard you just came and you can barely keep yourself up anymore. It feels like there's not enough air in the room to fill your lungs but you don’t care because you're high out of your mind over how good it felt.

"If you came that hard grinding on my cock, just imagine how it'll feel when I'm finally inside of you." He just has to speak so seductively right now, making your mind swirl with stars.

You say the words before you can really think it through. "I want you so badly."

"Me too. Soon." He breathes out like it's a promise he doesn't dare to break.

You nod in response, slowing your heavy breaths so you can find your way back to reality. Then, you ask, feeling his still-hard cock between your fingertips, "can I go back down on you?"

"Only if you'll let me do the same." His words don't register right away but when you realize what he means, your skin lights up like every nerve in your body is flaring all of a sudden.

"You should rest." You don't say no but is he really in a condition to do that?

"How am I supposed to rest when you're dripping wet and I haven't had a taste yet?" His tone is filled to the brim with desire. "Just let me until I come again, then we'll both rest for the day."

The rational part of your brain is screaming for you not to let him so the Mandalorian is forced to rest but you just came so how can you possibly say no to having another orgasm while his cock is in your mouth? It's impossible.

So, you flip around and he tugs you towards his face. You're starting to like the feeling of leather against your skin, especially when he clings onto your flesh so roughly. You use your hands to guide yourself down his body until you find his cock again and you get into a comfortable position.

The moment your mouth is back on him, his mouth leans up against you and your toes curl when you feel his tongue take a long lick, tasting the way you just came. You can taste yourself on his cock so you know exactly what he's experiencing right now and it's dizzying how sensual this whole experience is. You're feeling good at the same time as you're making him feel good. There's nothing more that you could ever ask for.

"Are you holding back?" He says after his tongue flicks your clit lightly.

You pull yourself off his cock, taking in sharp inhales before answering, "I want to come with you."

"You shouldn't have told me that." His voice gets all low and threatening, sending shivers through you in the best kind of way. "Now I'm going to make it very difficult for you to keep edging yourself."

And, he sticks true to his word. He starts solely focusing on your clit, giving you way too much stimulation. Your legs are going weak but his arms hold you firmly so you can't topple over from the way he's trying to force an orgasm out of you. You're trying your hardest to keep it together, to focus on making him come, but you're going absolutely crazy. He knows all too well how to get you fired up after spending several nights going down on you.

You can't stand it anymore so you move your mouth off of him, replacing it with your hand as you grip him tightly and start stroking at the same fast pace he's using on your clit. Your movements make him groan against you, so he pulls away from you to say, "you must be desperate if you're death-gripping me like that."

He doesn't waste time after telling you that, going right back to torturing you with his tongue. It takes you a while to formulate a sentence through your sighs of pleasure but eventually, you're able to respond, "please come already. I want to come with you. I won't last much longer, please."

You don't know how many times you say the word please but you're practically begging at a certain point for him to come because you're going to burst any second now. Your hand focuses on stroking him to the best of your abilities but you're reaching your breaking point. You're going to come. It's inevitable and you wouldn't want it any other way. You like being pushed to the very brink until you can't help but completely let go.

The kind of pleasure that erupts through you when you finally feel him release in your hand is indescribable. You've never had such an explosive orgasm before but it ripples through you and takes control of every single one of your senses. Somehow, you manage to find your way back to his cock, aimlessly licking up every bit of his release in your euphoric daze. The Mandalorian does the same to you, spending a little extra time just idling against you with his tongue as he revels in his own orgasm.

You are in definite need of a cold shower but you don’t have the strength to get up so you simply roll over to the side, shifting your body until your head is by the pillows again. You make sure to face away from him as he resituates himself into his pants. Then, you feel his arm slip under you and pull you towards him. Your back is pressed up against the side of his chest so he is still laying on his back, but he can keep you close this way. You opt to keep the makeshift blindfold on, since you don’t want to take any risks.

After sharing quiet bouts of heavy breathing, the Mandalorian speaks up, breaking the silence, "so, how long until I'm fully healed?"

You think about it for a moment and answer, "I would say two weeks before you can safely do any vigorous physical activity."

"Are you seriously going to make me wait two weeks to fuck you?" Somehow, he sounds so sexually frustrated even though he just came three times.

You chuckle to yourself before saying, "let's check back in a week then and hope for the best."

"That's better." He sneaks his hand down to rest on your inner thigh as he breathes out in that low, seductive tone of his, "in the meantime, I'll settle for doing what we just did."

You roll your eyes then realize he can't see it through the blindfold so you verbally note, "you realize that's only going to slow down your recovery, right?"

"We are not having this discussion. It's non-negotiable." His stern tone peeks back out and you smile to yourself over how much you're growing to like his naturally overpowering voice.

"Promise me you won't regret that." You tease him with your words and he groans.

"I will never regret making you come." He states it like that's the truest fact in all the galaxies.

"Good." You snuggle up against his arm.

You really hope his recovery doesn't end up stalling because you're as impatient as he is when it comes to finally going all the way…

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It's definitely difficult getting used to feeling so good so often. You tried to convince the Mandalorian that you're perfectly happy just being beside him while he recovers but he refused, stating that since he has already experienced what it's like to give you pleasure, there's no stopping him now.

A part of you thinks he's being purposefully aggressive with his affection since it's the easiest way to show you that he means what he's saying. You're not great at catching the subtle signs as he has come to learn, so he chooses to be upfront about his desires for you. You can't say you don't feel wonderfully spoiled by it.

He has been asking you incessantly if he's finally cleared to have his way with you yet and every single time, you've had to tell him no, which he is starting to dislike very much. That's probably why each time you do have to decline, he makes you sit on his face and won't let you leave until you came so much that you can't hold yourself up anymore. It's not like he couldn't fuck you now but you know he's going to push himself to his limits so you will just have to suffer through what his definition of a punishment is. His favorite form of torture is forcing you to come until you have to beg him to let you get at least some work done for the day.

It's obvious that he's a bit stir crazy since the most physical activities you'll let him do are going on walks with you in the forest and light chores around the house. Though, you keep telling him the latter is unnecessary but you've learned that when he has decided to do something, he's hard set on it. You're slowly allowing yourself to accept his help but you wish you didn't have this ache in your heart where you're reluctant to be too dependent on him.

You already feel yourself slipping up at times in your own mind. You're getting too used to sleeping next to him, especially when you said he could start laying on his side again. He holds you so tenderly while you sleep, whispering sweet little praises to you like "you fit perfectly in my arms" and "you take care of me so well" in his sultry, yet sleepy voice.

It's all too nice and it fills you with both warmth and concern. You hate how doubtful your mind can be and it manifests in the way you want to stay as close as you can get to him whenever you can. Whether it's brushing your shoulder against his when you're on your strolls together through the forest or lingering a bit longer when you apply ointment to his wounds to touch him more, you can see the way you're subconsciously holding onto him but you can't seem to utter a single word about it.

You want to tell him how you feel, but you can't quite figure out what to say. You've told him certain things while you were high off your orgasms but you don’t know if those hold any weight since you're mumbling them while your inhibitions are low. He must know by now that you value his presence in your life and that you'd like it if he wanted to keep seeing you.

Spending these last two weeks with him being rather domestic makes you crave a sort of established permanence. These lazy days will be over soon and you know exactly when. It all ends when you tell him he can do what he's been wanting to this whole time. The moment you sleep with him, the Mandalorian will be healthy enough to leave you once again and…

You have no right to tell him not to go when he's done with you. It may even be a one time thing, though you are hoping with every ounce of your heart and soul that it won't be. You want him more than you can put into words. Not just physically, but in a deeper, emotional kind of way.

It isn't love, not yet. But, you want it to be. You want the chance to love him in the future if you both are on that same path together. You just can't justify this want.

You sigh to yourself as you pull the dried clothes off the wires you've hung outside. It's warmer now and the rain has stopped momentarily so you've decided to let your clothes hang dry outside versus inside. The sun always does a better job anyways.

"Why the long face?" A sudden voice startles you and you jolt in surprise, nearly dropping the basket filled with clean clothes onto the floor but the Mandalorian catches it in time. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

He doesn't let you take the basket back from him and holds it securely in his arms. You look at him up and down. The last few days, you've given him the go ahead to wear his armor again. He seems a lot happier, more complete like this. Though, he looks funny carrying a basket full of clean clothes instead of holding a blaster.

"It's okay, it was my fault. I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings. Definitely a bad habit when I live alone in the woods." You rub the back of your neck anxiously.

That's one of the things you have to work on. You're too relaxed on Naboo. It's peaceful here and you don't ever have visitors besides the Mandalorian since you built this house. All your patients are aware that you have an exclusive agreement so you've designated them to other people for care. Until your agreement is up with the Mandalorian, he really is the only one who should come by here.

"It is a bad habit." He tells you with a shrug of his shoulders. "But it isn’t something you have to worry about. You're safe here and if anyone ever troubles you, I would be there to help you."

"Would you?" You don't know why you ask it so…openly doubtful. You're stuck in your head again and it leaked into your words.

"Do you think I wouldn't be?" He must have caught onto the way your worries are showing on your face.

"How would you know if I needed help?" You ask since you only ever comm him if he's forgotten something at the house or if you need additional supplies.

The Mandalorian sets down the basket then and you're confused by his actions. However, everything is explained rather quickly when he reaches into one of his small pockets and pulls out a chain that looks like it's made out of the same beskar he's wearing, with a ring dangling on it.

You blink at it a few times, not believing the sight in front of you. Especially not when he's walking up to you and putting it around your neck. With a small clasping sound, the necklace lays gently on you and it sits perfectly. It doesn't snag and it feels cool on your skin. You reach up to touch it, feeling the ring between your fingers that the chain is holding.

Then, in a gentle tone of voice, the Mandalorian breathes out into the warm air, "when you're ready, you can take the ring off and wear it. Until then, keep it around your neck like this and push the button on it whenever you need me. It connects right to my helmet, so no matter where I am, I can always be there for you in a moment's notice. I promise."

You grip the ring in your palm and there is a small button on it. You don't press it but you run your finger along it, like you're surprised it's real. You're wearing something he gave you. Why would he…

"Ready for what?" You think back to what he just said. When will you be ready to wear the ring?

He steps up closer, putting his hand on the top of your head, patting it lightly before he answers in that stern but sweet voice of his, "whenever you're ready to be mine forever."

For just this moment, it feels like everything has gone still as you realize what he's saying to you. This can't be real…but it is.

"Are you being serious?" You have to ask. He needs to tell you that this is what he wants too.

"I've known that I've wanted this–that I've wanted you for a while now, so I had this made and I've been waiting for a good moment to give it to you." He moves his hand from your head to your face, caressing your cheek as he continues, "I know you've been in your head about me leaving after I've healed up so this is the perfect time for me to tell you that I'm not going anywhere. This is my home now, if you'll let me share it with you."

Home. That's what he said. This safe house is his home. Your heart is leaping out of your chest. You never had to worry, did you? He was already planning this for who knows how long and you would've never guessed it. You were so scared of losing him but all of that fear washes away immediately when you touch the chain around your neck. It's tangible now. There's nothing left for you to question. He wants this place, your place, to be home.

You blink away happy tears so you can tell him, "it wouldn't be home without you so please share it with me."

"I would be happy to." His words make you smile and sob at the same time and you can't contain your emotions anymore.

You start crying but only because your body needs to have some sort of outlet for how overwhelmed with happiness you are and you feel his gloved hands cup your face, wiping your tears away as they fall. Your eyes are squeezed shut, trying to stop too many tears from spilling out. Then, you feel his hand cover your eyes and you don't know what to make of the gesture.

Not until you feel his lips on yours and the rim of his helmet on the tip of your nose. He has one hand covering your eyes and the other holding his helmet up just enough to reveal his lips so he can kiss you. You want to reach up and touch his face and pull him in and be close with him but you refrain, not wanting to overstep. You settle for putting your hands on his shoulders, feeling the beskar beneath your fingers as you kiss him back.

After what feels like both an eternity and barely a second, he parts his lips from yours and says, "please tell me I can finally have you."

You already said no this morning and narrowly avoided your usual punishment by doing laundry but now that he's asking you while you can feel his lips brushing against yours, it's hard to say no…

"You can't do it again for at least a week." That's the best compromise you can come up with.

"But I can today?" Every one of his words tickles your lips.

"Yes." You finally give in, needing him as much as he needs you.

"Then, let's make it count." He presses one last kiss onto your lips before shifting his helmet back on. Then, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, which is not the greatest start to his post-recovery. He almost carries you back into the house when you remember–

"Wait, our laundry!" You wriggle in his hold, trying to break free before the storm clouds that are filling the sky ruin your work for today.

"Fuck." He groans in irritation, dropping you to your feet. "No more stalling after this."

"Yes, sir." You say jokingly before you run back to grab the basket.

You hurry back to his side and he walks you back into the house, shutting the door behind him. You set the basket down on the dining table and tell yourself that you'll fold everything later.

Though, you don't know when later is going to be when you feel the Mandalorian pressed up behind you. You shift your eyes up to look at him as his hands move to sit firmly at your hips.

"I'm trying my hardest right now not to bend you over this table and fuck you right here." He always says such provocative things when he's aroused.

"I mean, you could." You assume that's probably the best way since you wouldn't be able to see him as long as you're not looking back at him.

"Is that really how you'd want me to take you for the first time?" The Mandalorian shouldn't ask you these things. You're not the best influence when it comes down to it. You want him so much that you'd let him do it however he'd like.

"How would you want to do it?" You decide to reflect his question back at him.

"There's too many ways I could fuck you and I want to do all of them." His hands slip under the waistband of your pants. The leather of his gloves tickles your skin way too much and you hold in your breath as he rests them at the top of your thighs. "Should I tell you how I want today to go?"

You nod, then confirm verbally, "yes, tell me."

Using one hand, he nudges you until your legs are spread enough for his other hand to rest between your legs. You squirm a little from the feeling of his fingers pressing up against your underwear.

Then, he starts to speak at the same time as his fingers begin rubbing your clit through the fabric, "first, I'd make you come just like this from telling you exactly how I want to fuck you."

Your heart pounds in your ears at his words and you have to put your hands on the table to steady yourself. If you aren't careful, your legs might give out from how roughly he's trying to coax an orgasm out of you without touching you directly. You bite your lip to stop yourself from whimpering but small, soft ones still spill out.

He slows his touch the moment he speaks up again, so you're focused on his voice and not his fingers, "after you've came once, I'll need to have a taste. I'd make you keep your eyes closed so I could go down on you right here. You'll need to come a lot for me to give me something to look forward to in a bit. Tell me you will."

You love when he brings out that demanding tone of his so you comply through a heavy breath, "I will."

"Are you ready for me to tell you more?" He asks you to distract you from his fingers sliding beneath your underwear, brushing against you directly now. You tense up as you get used to the leather dragging along how wet you are but then you lean into him, wanting much more than just these subtle touches. "You look like you like the way my gloves feel."

"I do." Your words are as light as the air because your mind is going fuzzy from how good it feels. The words fall out without a second thought to them, "you can do more than just touch me with them."

"Are you aching for something inside of you?" His fingers find your entrance and your breath catches in your throat when two of them push in, but only a little bit. "You know what you have to do if you want it."

"Ask politely?" You need to make sure.

"That's right." His palm shifts to press up against your clit, making your eyes roll back at the sensation. The leather is so smooth but there's a firmness to it that applies the right amount of pressure and texture to cause little jolts of pleasure through you.

You take a few sharp inhales before composing yourself enough to ask as politely as you can, "will you fill me up with your fingers, please?"

"Of course." He tells you, thrusting his fingers inside of you without any other warning. You choke back a shocked gasp at how full you feel all of a sudden. "Was that too much? Should I pull out?"

"No, please don't." You manage to get out through staggered breaths. "It's just…new, but it feels good."

It's unlike anything you've felt before. The seams of his gloves rub along the inside of you, teasing the spots that always get you to come too quickly. He tests if you're being honest by pulling his fingers out just a bit before pushing them back in and you moan when he curls them in just the right place. You grit your teeth when he finds a good pace to thrust them into you. You can already feel the tension building up inside of you and you don't know how much longer you can edge yourself. He hasn't even finished telling you his entire plan yet.

"You're so tight around me." The Mandalorian sounds frustrated as he says, "I'm getting jealous of my glove now. Can I touch you directly?"

"You mean…" Is he going to take it off?

"I'll take it off if you keep your eyes looking up at me." He uses his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him, resting it around your neck. You shouldn’t like the way he's lightly gripping your throat but you do and he can tell. "Do you want me to keep my hand here so I make sure you don't look?"

You nod and he shifts his helmet, nodding back at you. He pulls his fingers out of you then and you can't stop yourself from whimpering at the loss. He caresses your face then, as if to comfort you.

"It won't be long until I'm back inside of you." He reassures you. Then, you hear him put his hand into his pocket, presumably to keep his glove somewhere close by.

When you do feel his fingers again, it's him. You've never seen his hands before and yet it seems like you'll have to get used to being touched by parts of him you'll never see. That doesn't sound too bad, especially not when it feels this good to have his calloused fingers trace along your skin. He must know you want to savor the moment so he takes his time touching you with his bare hand.

All the while, his other hand remains firmly gripped around your neck while his index finger and his thumb hold your chin upwards. You wouldn't look down no matter what but it feels more thrilling that he's keeping you in place like this. The contrast between his gloved hand on your throat and his bare hand between your legs is all too arousing.

You want to participate a little so you muster the strength to ask, "can I touch your hands, please?"

The Mandalorian waits for a moment and then nods his helmet, allowing you to slide one hand up to lay on top of his glove while slipping the other hand down to feel the back of his bare hand against your palm. You close your eyes then, slowly guiding him towards your entrance and he understands what to do, thrusting his fingers back inside of you while you hold onto his hand. You feel every movement and it draws pleasurable sighs out of you. His bare fingers are obviously nothing like the leather. Somehow, they're rougher in texture and have much more flexibility, so he curls them even more perfectly inside of you now.

Unconsciously, you squeeze your hand that's over his gloved one, which signals for him to give your throat a light squeeze as well. You open your eyes again and look right up at him, wondering what he sees when he looks down at you.

He answers your thoughts for you, saying with a ruggedness in his tone, "you look incredible, like you were made to be fucked by me, like you're mine and I'm in control of your pleasure."

"You are in control." You've submitted to him completely a long time ago. "And, I am yours."

"You must be. You're wearing my hand like it's the necklace I gave you." He tugs at the chain around your throat, choking you slightly with it. "Do you like being mine?"

"Yes." You don't even need to think to respond to that.

"Look at that face, staring up at me." His palm goes back to rubbing your clit as his fingers pick up speed, fucking you so ruthlessly, your legs might cave in. "If only you could see the way I'm claiming you right now."

"Should I invest in a mirror?" Your words bring out a growl from deep inside of him, like you've dragged out a desire he never thought of before.

"Next time, there will be a next time." He is firm on it. "But, for right now, I need to focus on this time. Will you last until I'm done telling you how it'll go?"

"I'll try." You admit truthfully. You could come right now but you're keeping yourself at the edge for him.

"I like when you're honest." He praises you before continuing what he has been wanting to say, "I can't wait to taste you after I've made you come with my fingers. Then, I'm going to finally bury my cock deep inside of you."

The Mandalorian drives his fingers further into you as he says that, making your toes curl. You're sure he's smiling at the way you're unraveling from his actions. You don't need to see it. You just know he's having a good time owning you like this.

He stops moving his fingers for a moment, just letting you feel the way you're clinging to him. "Are you imagining how it'll feel when my cock replaces my fingers?"

"I don't need to. I'll feel it soon enough." You grin happily at him when you say that.

"I like that. I like when you're the eager one." He starts to curl his fingers again, sliding them in and out, increasing the pacing as his words increase in intensity, "I'm going to take my time figuring out exactly how you like to be fucked until you can't stop coming on my cock, until you're begging me to come so that you can have a break from the endless orgasms I want to give you. But that break won't last long, will it?"

You shake your head and he grabs your neck tighter in approval. Your hips begin to sway, grinding against his hand as your hand pushes his palm onto your clit, urging him to rub those circles that make your heart race.

You're going to come soon and he knows it, so he picks his next words carefully, "are you going to let me fuck you as much as I want today?"

"Only for today." You say back, trying to be strict about it. "Then a one week break."

He sounds frustrated again, trying to convince you otherwise. "Three days."

"One week." You don't let him sway you. "Doctor's orders."

"Fine." He complies eventually. "But you listen to my orders in the bedroom."

"Deal." You lean up and kiss his helmet right where his lips would be. "Now, will you please let me come? I can barely hold it in anymore."

"You're good at asking for what you want." He compliments you and you smile in response.

"I'm good at listening to my Mandalorian." You don't mind being obedient if it results in this much pleasure.

"You are very good at that too." He pulls at your neck, so your eyes are staring right up at him again before he says, "now, listen carefully. I'm going to let you come and then I'm going to rip your fucking pants off and go down on you, so you need to close your eyes when I do, understood? Say yes sir if you do."

"Sounds like someone liked what I said earlier." You tease him and he tightens his grip on your neck in response, making you gasp at the light choking.

"Maybe I just like you." He says rather sweetly to you.

"I like you too." You tell him back with all of your heart.

"Then, will you do what I said?" He's waiting for confirmation.

"Yes, sir." You let out those words as sensually as you can and he obviously liked it because he's pressing his body closer to you. You feel his chest plate against your back more clearly and you can feel how hard he is through his pants.

"You're such a good listener." His tone is so provocative when he goes, "now let me see you come all over both of our hands."

You hold onto the hand he has between your legs, following his movements as he finally lets you off the edge. You keep your head tilted up but you aren't able to look at him because your eyes roll back the moment your orgasm forcefully shoots through you in such an intense rush of euphoria. The intensity is furthered by his hand gripping your throat just enough to make every moan that leaves your lips come out all breathless. He prolongs your orgasm by keeping his fingers inside of you until you're able to open your eyes again fully.

It doesn't take long for him after that to get your pants off, in quite the rush to go down on you. The Mandalorian pushes your upper body against the table and you shut your eyes then, knowing what happens next. He waits a few moments, both admiring you and ensuring that you're going to stick true to your word. When he's sure of it, you hear him take off his helmet and set it beside you on the table.

Hearing him speak seductively in his natural, unmodulated voice sends an indescribable kind of pleasure through you and it's only amplified when he's talking about you. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met and seeing you like this is just…I'll never find the right words to describe how much you turn me on."

You hear his armor clash onto your wood floors as he kneels down behind you, taking a good look at how wet you've gotten for him, spreading you open with his hands. You notice that he still has one hand gloved while the other is bare and you like that duality a bit too much. It provides something to think about as he grips your hips with his hands, pressing his fingers into you hard enough to leave an indent. He wants to make sure you're not going to wriggle your way out of his reach, though why would you ever do such a thing? You want him to go down on you as much as he wants to do it too. That mutual interest fills you with such joy.

When his tongue eventually finds its way against you, your body shivers in response, as if it remembers all too well the things his tongue can do to you. It's true though, he's almost too good at making you come like this. You clamp your hand over your mouth, not wanting to make too much noise as he enjoys every bit of you.

"You're so ready for me." His hot breath tickles your skin. He takes a moment to drag his tongue up and down the center of you for just a moment longer before saying, "I've never wanted to fuck someone so badly before."

"Then what are you waiting for?" You don't know why those words come out of your mouth.

"I like when you're impatient." He smiles close enough to you that you can feel it. "Plus, it'll feel better if you come one more time for me."

There's something so sweet about the way he's subtly trying to prepare you to take his cock. It isn't like you wouldn't be able to handle it but you do like that he wants you to be aroused enough for it. He really cares about you in his own wonderful way.

You happily agree to him staying between your legs so he focuses all of his attention onto giving you a slow, full-body orgasm that rolls through you almost too nicely. There's nothing rough or intense about it. It's just soft, pillowy pleasure that relaxes your every muscle, like a loving embrace. It's the kind of orgasm that he'd give you to coax you into falling asleep.

The Mandalorian must be proud of himself because he drags his bare hand against you so he can feel how slick you've gotten for him. "I could really do this all day. I love making you come."

As much as you wouldn't mind letting him do that, you are in desperate need of something more, so you tell him, "then let me come on your cock, please."

"I can't resist a request like that." He gives you one last lick before you hear him stand up again.

There is not a better sound than the Mandalorian unbuckling his belt and pulling his cock out of his pants. There is not a better feeling than him lining his cock right up against your entrance.

The anticipation is killing you and you want to beg him to just take you already but you stop yourself because you want him to savor this moment for himself as well. He does so by getting his cock nice and slick from your wetness, rubbing your clit with each movement. Once he's satisfied, he moves his cock back to your entrance. He presses into you but stops with only his tip inside.

"If you want more, you have to ask for it." He demands as his hands grip your ass and you quiver at the contrasting feeling of them against your skin.

You don't hold back anymore. "I want you to feel all of you, please."

"You really are good at begging." He tells you as if it's both an insult and a compliment and you don't know which you like more.

You don't have time to think it over because he starts slowly sinking his cock into you. You feel every inch as he goes deeper and deeper until his hips meet his hands that are holding onto your ass. When he's fully inside of you, you feel like you could pass out from the way he's filling you up entirely. You knew the size he'd be because you've had him in your mouth before but it's nothing compared to having him inside of you like this.

"How does it feel?" He asks, his bare hand sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt to rub your back, comforting you. "Is it too much too soon? I can stop at any time."

"It's perfect." You assert, your desires spilling out. "Don't stop. I want to feel more of you so will you please fuck me already?"

That's all you need to say to get the Mandalorian to finally give in. You cling onto the table as he starts pounding into you, trying to see what pace you like the most. You honestly like them all. You like the slow, long strokes that let you relish every inch of him sliding in and out of you. You like the quick, almost brutal thrusts that hit a spot so deep inside of you that you can’t help but scream from how good it feels. You like the in-between, where he is maintaining his own composure, not wanting the moment to end too soon because he got ahead of himself.

At a certain point, the Mandalorian discovers the perfect sequence that draws an orgasm out of you almost every time. He'll start slow, allowing the tension to build within you. Then, when you're nearing the edge, he'll pick up the pace until he's practically fucking you into the table and you come uncontrollably on his cock because your body can't handle the sheer force of him ramming his cock inside of you. He does this over and over again until you see nothing but stars in your squeezed shut eyes. Your mind is too far gone at this point from the constant pleasure.

The Mandalorian has to bring you back, so you hear him put his helmet on again, which surprises you. Almost as much as him scooping you upwards until you're standing just like you were earlier, only this time with his cock buried deep inside of you. His gloved hand moves up once again to settle itself at your neck, tilting your chin up so you're looking right at his helmet. His bare hand then slips downwards, resting between your legs with his fingertips brushing along your clit.

Then, he says in an almost too tantalizing tone, "I want to see what you look like when I come inside of you."

"Please do." You breathe out, wanting exactly that. "I'm safe."

"I want to do it again after this." He's gauging your interest.

"Can we do it in bed this time?" You ask, hopefully sounding polite as you do. "I promise I won't look. I just want to feel you on top of me, please."

Even through the modulator, you can hear his heavy breaths, like he's close to his limit, especially after you just said that. "Okay."

You smile when he agrees to your request. Then, you find the gall to ask one more thing, "grab my neck a little tighter when you come so I know who I belong to."

Your words bring out that low growl of his and he replies, "I'll make sure you're well aware of who you belong to."

"Good." You reach up then, touching his helmet, holding onto the beskar lightly as he focuses back on fucking you at this angle. He fills you up in a whole new way while you're both standing like this and you know that you'll need to lay down after because your legs are practically shaking with each thrust of his cock.

"Are you close again?" His hand starts rubbing your clit when he asks that, bringing you right there where he needs you.

"Very close." You can feel the way your body is just clenching all around, waiting to burst.

"Me too." He tells you and you believe it after hearing his low grunts. "Come with me."

You do so naturally. The moment his hand tightens its grip around your throat and he finishes deep inside of you, filling you up to the brim, you come immediately from the combination of sensations writhing through every fiber of your being.

In your daze, you don't realize that he has pulled out of you and guided you carefully over to the bed with his hand over your eyes. You lay down on your back with his help, trying to relearn how to breathe after getting fucked out of your mind. Your hand goes to replace his so he can pull off his armor to get comfortable for bed.

It isn't until you feel him move your hand just enough to tie a piece of fabric around your eyes that you feel safe enough to relax a little. You're thankful it's pretty secure on your face and you can't see a thing. You can only feel the Mandalorian pulling you into his arms before his lips crash against yours.

You're so stunned to be kissing him that it takes you quite some time to start kissing him back. He doesn't seem to mind the wait because he smiles against your lips when you do finally meet his lips halfway.

"I never thought I could like kissing someone so much." He utters those words like it's some sort of confession and it makes you chuckle.

"You can kiss me whenever you'd like to." You give him your permission there. "Just try not to accidentally smack me with your helmet. That shit is heavy and it hurts."

"That was one time." He groans at the way you're referencing back to the few times he has kissed you during his recovery, one of which his helmet slipped back on midway and hit you right in the face like a headbutt.

"One time too many." You tease him, taking his face in your hands, wanting to touch him. "But I forgive you."

"I'm sure you have. How could you hold a grudge when I make you feel this good?" If only the Mandalorian could see the way you're rolling your eyes at him.

Though, you have to ask, "did it feel good for you?"

You feel his bare hand slide between your legs again with his fingers resting at your entrance as he answers, "do I need to remind you how much I came inside of you just now?"

"That's not really an answer." You point out and he responds with a light chuckle, pulling away so he can wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"It felt amazing." He reassures you with his kind words. "You always make me feel good."

"I hope so." You lean into his chest, breathing in deeply. When you exhale, you let out a little bit of what you've been keeping in, "I'm sorry if I get irrationally worried sometimes about our relationship. I'm working on it, I promise."

"It's okay to be worried." He presses a kiss onto your forehead, making your heart flutter. "It just means you care a lot, enough to want to keep this relationship of ours going strong."

He's right. Deep down, most of your worries are rooted in care. You care so much about him that you worry over the little things, even if there's nothing to worry about. It puts you at ease knowing that he's going to be patient with you.

"I do care a lot." You snuggle closer to him and say, "I'm glad I met you."

"Me too." He pats you on the head gently. Then, he goes, "can I ask you something?"

"Sure." You nudge him to ask away.

"Why don't you ever call me by my name?" That's quite the loaded question…

It's true. Even in your head, you call him "The Mandalorian". You know exactly why you do it. It's to keep a distance. If you called him by his name, then you would feel too close to him. Back before you knew how he felt about you, you wouldn't dare to do anything that would make you feel close to him. But now? Maybe you should start trying to let him in a little.

So, you explain, "I thought that if I never used your name, then I could stop myself from wanting to be close to you. Let's just say, it didn't work."

He stifles a laugh. "That's cute."

"Don't make fun of me." You pout, mad that he can't see the way you're glaring in his direction.

"I won't if you start calling me by my name." He leans in close enough for you to feel his warm breath on your cheek as he demands, "say it."

"Din." You say his name for the first time to him. "Din Djarin."

"That wasn't so hard, right?" His words are meant to be a distraction, which you've come to realize he does a lot, because his bare hand finds its way back between your legs. "Now, say my name when you come."

You grip onto his shoulders, holding onto the fabric of his shirt to keep yourself steady the moment his fingers thrust inside of you, filling you up once again. It's nothing like his cock, but they curl in that spot that makes your mind swirl and his name rolls off your lips, "Din."

"I want to hear it more." He suddenly shifts you from your side to your back, getting on top of you. His fingers slide out of you so that he can press his hard cock against you once again. "Ask me directly if you want me."

You ache for him, the need to have him inside of you again boiling over when you say, "I want you, Din. Please come inside of me again."

"Now you know who you really belong to. Your Mandalorian, Din Djarin. Repeat it back to me." He orders you to do so in such a commanding tone.

"I belong to you. My Mandalorian, Din Djarin." You believe the words that spill out from your lips. You're his. You have been since you met him and you'll always be. That, you know for certain.

Din then thrusts his entire length inside of you without hesitation, filling you right up, pushing against that spot deep inside that is desperate for him. His voice gets all low and sultry, "doesn't it feel good to be mine?"

"So good." You grab a hold of his face, feeling his stubble against your fingers, smiling. "Will you please kiss me while you fuck me?"

"Gladly." He says before his lips press against yours and his hips start to move.

You slip your hands into his hair, liking the way it feels, knowing that you get to feel it right now. You're definitely being spoiled and you love every second of Din giving you more parts of him to dream about. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You're left hoping that you're breathing enough between kisses but when he begins to pick up pace with his thrusts, you are practically gasping for air every time you moan against his lips. You're getting more lightheaded but that only amplifies the pleasure that you're experiencing.

You want more of him so you stop caring about seeming needy and plead, "please fuck me harder, faster, rougher. Make it count, Din. Remember, we can't fuck for a week after this."

"Three days." He tries again to convince you to lower the time. "You know you don't want to hold back that long either."

"A week and then we can fuck everyday after if you want." You stand firm on your timeline and he curses.

"Fuck, fine, but I'm holding you to your word. In a week, you don't get to leave this bed until I'm through with you." He threatens you with a very good time in the future.

But, this is the present, and you need him right now. So, you decide the best thing to say is, "make me regret having you wait a week to fuck me again. Show me what I'll be missing out on."

That sure does flip a switch in Din. Though, maybe that's just because he actually thinks he'll convince you to lower his recovery time if he shows you a good time right now. You aren't going to waver, but he doesn’t need to know that. All he needs to know is that he has to fuck you until you're an absolute mess for him.

So, he does it the best way he knows he can, by forcing you to come as many times as it takes for you to beg him to finally let you break free. Din studies the way your body reacts to certain strokes and speeds, noting every time you tighten around him, looking for that sweet spot. When he has it in his grasp, you don't last long.

You're coming all too hard, all too much, all too many times on his cock and you're surprised he hasn't came yet. He must be holding back for the sake of stirring you up until you've gone insane. You already have lost your mind. How could you not when you've had more orgasms than you thought were consecutively possible?

"Please, Din." You beg for mercy. "I can't stop coming."

"I love how you say that like it's a bad thing." He is way too happy about how he's turning you into a puddle beneath him. "Keep coming for me. I want you to drown in the pleasure I can give you."

You've riled up a mad man. Din is holding you hostage with your own orgasms and it's more amazing than you could ever truly explain. You're going to be so fucking sore tomorrow but it doesn't matter. You'll be reminded of how good you felt today and that's what matters.

You honestly don't know how long you and Din go on for. You know he had to have came at least a few times throughout, but you can't even register when those were. He just kept going and going, like his stamina was endless. That's just what happens when you let a stir crazy man finally do vigorous physical activity. You get fucked for hours.

You're sure he could have gone on longer if you didn't force him to stop completely so you could get his wounds dressed with ointment since it was time to sleep. You both took turns in the refresher, though you spent most of your time there trying to stand up straight. Eventually, Din helped you wash up and guided you back to bed. You opted to keep the piece of fabric around your eyes so that you could lay against his chest. You've been wanting to sleep on him like this.

Din rubs circles around your back, filling you with such a rush of comfort from his subtle touches. Then, he takes a moment to praise you, "you did very well today. I'm surprised you lasted as long as you did, not that I'm complaining."

"I could say the same to you." You reply, chuckling when you think of how crazy the earlier events of today were. "Though, I hope every time isn't going to be as wild as this one."

"No promises." He says back with a light pat on your head. "It's hard for me to not want to smother you in pleasure."

"Well, consider me thoroughly smothered for the next week." You'll need at least the week to recover.

"I still think you'll cave in three days and let me fuck you again." Din sounds rather confident about that. "I can't imagine having to wait a whole week to do this again."

"You, sir, need to learn to have patience." You tease him, jabbing him a little in the shoulder.

"If you call me sir one more time, I'm fucking you again right now." He needs to learn a better threat.

"I didn't know you liked it so much." You grin at him. You're going to have a lot of fun discovering what turns him on.

"I like it when you're obedient, unlike right now." He fakes as if he's disapproving of your current behavior but you know he secretly likes it that you're being a brat.

"Someone likes power." You lean up, brushing your lips against his, wanting him to feel every word you say, "I'm looking forward to seeing you exert your power over me in a week."

Din groans, irritated that you keep reminding him. "You're going to regret making me wait that long."

"I look forward to it." You tell him before a yawn flows through you. You're very much ready to sleep now, which is why you say sweetly, "good night, Din."

"Good night." He leans in to kiss you one last time before you both fall asleep, snuggled right up against one another.

As you drift off into a well-deserved slumber, all you can think about is how excited you are to be waking up tomorrow next to Din…and how excited you are for a week to pass so he can ravage you again.

You really wouldn't have it any other way.

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I definitely left this oneshot open to a continuation in the future so maybe I'll return to this plot one day if I'm feeling it!

If you enjoyed this and want to read more of my work, be sure to check out my other oneshot, I’ll Take Care of You and/or my series, What Color Am I?

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