#jaster x reader

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Can you write a cute piece with Jaster where he comes back from a long mission and finds the reader and Jango asleep together in his bed waiting for him? Maybe turns a little smutty at the end?

The Mand'alor's Aliit

Summary: Jaster's been gone for weeks, and now that he's back, some hard truths have come to light.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader

Word Count: 1714

Warnings: Reader was physically assaulted, Jaster's temper

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I know you said you wanted a little smutty, and I'm sorry that this didn't turn out that way. I had a story that needed to be written, and smut just didn't make sense with what I had. Please feel free to send another request that I'll do better on next time.

When you agreed to go on a date with Jaster, it was well before he was elected Mand’alor. Sure, you’ve always known that your ambitious man wanted more for his people, but the title Mand’alor wasn’t something that he specifically vied for.

And then he was elected, and things became a lot more complicated.

The Mandalorians didn’t like you. They didn’t like you when you were just some upstart who managed to catch the attention of Jaster, and they definitely didn’t like that Jaster went to you for advice when he became Mand’alor.

However, no one pushed anything because you’re not Jaster’s Riduur. So far as they’re aware, the relationship is pretty shallow.

So when Jaster comes home with a recently orphaned 8 year old, announcing that he adopted young Jango, and then when you quietly adopted Jango as well, people suddenly started paying attention.

And that’s when the missions started. Long term missions, taking Jaster away from you, and Jango, for weeks at a time. Maybe they thought that sending him away would drive a wedge between the pair of you, but they couldn’t be more wrong if they tried.

“I miss buir,” Jango mumbles miserably as he buries himself against your side, “And I hate the other Mandalorians.” He adds, sounding even more miserable when he sees you wince in pain when you move to embrace him.

“I know you do, kiddo. I miss him too.” You smooth your hand through his curly hair. Today had been especially bad in terms of everything. Normally the people who stood opposed to you wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you.

But they had been drinking, and they forgot themselves, and yeah, you won that fight, even though it was four on one, but you still have a cracked rib and pretty severe bruising to show for it.

Worse than that is the fact that Jango witnessed the whole thing. Which means he’s about three times as clingy as he would normally be. And you tolerate it because he’s your kid and you love him. You love him enough to allow him to crawl into your bed, and cling to you while you soothe him to sleep.

You’re not really surprised when you drift off to sleep as well.

It’s several hours later when you stir awake at the sensation of Jango getting pulled away from you. And while normally your reaction would be to shoot first and ask questions never, a warm hand on your shoulder and Jaster’s voice in your ear, encouraged you to not shoot him. 

You watch, half asleep, as Jaster carries Jango out of the room. And then you sit up, and you carefully stretch. Sleeping the way you were did nothing to help the pain in your side…you should have known better.

The door slides open again, and Jaster steps into the room, “Cyare,” His voice is low, exhausted, but he sounds thrilled to see you, “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

The lights are still off, but there’s enough light for you to watch him remove his armor. And you smile as you cross your legs, “Welcome back,” You say first, “You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you when I felt you pulling Jango away.” You add easily.

His fingers pause on the seal of his thigh plates and he groans low in his throat, “That’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

You laugh softly, “I think you’re overtired if you think my threatening to shoot you is hot.”

Jaster laughs, and resumes removing his armor. He sets the whole set to the side to be dealt with later, and then he peels his bodysuit off and tosses it into the laundry. And only then does he climb into bed.

He lays on his pillow for a moment, and you watch him relax into the soft mattress with a fond smile on your face. 

And then he rolls over and crashes his lips against yours. “Missed you,” He rumbles against your lips, “Hate those long missions.”

“Missed you more,” You reply as you kiss him quickly.

Jaster pins both of your wrists over your head with one hand, and he releases a quiet laugh, “I don’t think that’s possible, cyare.” He kisses you deeply, and then moves his lips to your neck, “Missed you like a missing limb.” He slides his hand under your sleep shirt, and drags his hand up your side.

His fingers trail over your ribs, and a sharp hiss escapes you without your permission.

And Jaster freezes. He carefully presses his hand over the painful spot on your side, and then he releases your wrists and reaches over to turn on the lamp.

You squint at the sudden light, and Jaster’s fingers are very gentle as he slides your shirt up and over your head. His gaze is sharp as he takes in the red bruises covering a large portion of your body. He brushes his fingers over the swollen and split knuckles on both of your hands. And then he presses his hand flat over your cracked rib.

“Is it broken?” His voice is very, very even. And you know that he’s furious.

“Cracked.” You reply as you settle back on your pillow.

“So yes.”

“We both know that a crack and a break are totally different.” You point out with a sigh, as you trail a single finger over his arm.

“What happened, cyare?” Jaster asks, his gaze falling to your forearms, “These look like self-defense bruises.”

You sigh, “You’re not wrong.”

His eyes go cold, “Someone attacked you.” It’s not a question.

“You know as well as I do that there are some factions within the Haat who don’t approve of me…or Jango.”

Somehow, his eyes go colder, “I didn’t see any marks on Jango.”

You scoff, “I know I can’t hold my own against you, Jas, but if they even considered touching Jango, we’d be having a very different conversation. Very likely from the safety of my ship, in orbit.”

It’s the truth. If you thought, for a moment, that Jango was in danger on Mandalore, you’d take him and leave. And you both know it.

“Who hurt you?”

“They’re in the hospital.” You reply.

“Cyare-”

“Jaster.” He stops and regards you thoughtfully, “They’re in the hospital. You can’t do anything about it now.”

He inhales deeply, “Has anyone done this before?”

“I can handle a few pointed barbs, Jaster.”

His jaw clenches, “Why do they hate you so much?” He hisses, fury writ in every line of his body.

“Because I’m an outsider, and was barely good enough when you were just a son of Clan Mereel.” You reach up and lightly caress his cheek, “They thought I was your whore, and then we adopted a child together, and proved that I’m more than that.”

“They call you that? To your face?”

“Not when you’re around.” You sigh and tug him down so you’re able to kiss him, “Breathe, love.”

“They hate you that much?” Jaster asks.

“‘Fraid so.” Your smile is wry, “They want you to marry some proper Mando, raise an army of little mando children, and I’m not an acceptable choice.”

“That’s…that’s the dumbest kriffing-” He takes a deep breath, and then he cups your face, “You’re my choice. Always have been, from the first time I saw you-”

“I threw a rock at you and called you dumb.”

“You did, and fell in love at that very moment.” Jaster replies with a fond smile, “You are mine,” He murmurs, “And I am yours.”

You smile up at him, “I’m not about to let some small minded people scare me away from you, love.”

“Good,” Jaster kisses you solidly, and then pulls back, “Say the Riduurok with me.”

“What?”

“Right here. Right now. I have everything we might need for it.” His gaze is intense, “Become my wife, I’ll spend the rest of eternity making sure you’re happy, and no one will ever hurt you again.”

You stare at him, and then you smile, “Alright.”

He grins at you, and carefully climbs off of you.

“Should I put on some clothes?” You joke as you carefully sit up.

“Don’t worry about it.”

************

The following morning, while you’re fast asleep in your bed, coated in a thin layer of bacta to help you heal, with Jango cuddling against you watching cartoons, Jaster calls a meeting with the heads of the various clans.

He’s calm, very calm, dangerously calm. And apparently the men and women in the room can feel it, as they settle in their seats utterly silent.

“It has come to my attention,” Jaster starts slowly, not raising his voice, not having to raise his voice to be heard, “That there is a number among you who feels that my cyare is not good enough for Mandalore.”

Some of the people sitting around the table shift uncomfortably, and Jaster pins each of them with a dark, threatening, stare.

“It has also come to my attention that the verbal abuse turned physical yesterday.” At that there’s a hint of barely controlled rage in his voice, and more than one person flinched back. “Needless to say, not happy is understating how I’m feeling at the moment.”

He pauses, and no one says anything, so Jaster nods once, “So here are the cold, hard, facts. My cyare is now my Riduur. Any attack on her will be seen as an attack on me and my clan, and I will react accordingly.” He pulls his helmet back on, “Make sure that this information is passed out accordingly.”

There are general murmurs of assent, though one brave woman stands, “Mand’alor, I have to say that I think that the woman you chose as your riduur is not good for the future of Mandalore-” She starts only to trail off when Jaster unholsters his blaster and starts examining it thoughtfully.

“Your objection has been noted, and ignored.” Jaster says mildly, “Does anyone else have any complaints?”

The room is totally silent, and Jaster nods. And then he turns and leaves the room. He has a riduur to spend time with, and an ad he hasn’t seen in weeks. And at the moment, his aliit is the only thing that matters.

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Chapter 1 : Shadows were lurking in the night

A Jasper Hale Fanfiction series

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Author's note: Hi :) So this is the very first chapter where something really happens. I hope you'll like it. It was reworked and everything!

Warning: Sexism, slow-burn romance.

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1925

Sitting in a park at the last hour of the day as the sun slowly goes under the trees' limit, drowning the world in shadows. (Y/N) was enjoying a book before having to move to a less visible place to exist. She was not one to linger in one place for too long, and it's already been way too long that she'd been sitting on the bench already. While a woman alone in those years was not as strange as when (Y/N) was still a child, it was not yet the norm. And it had been a long while since then.

Darkness did not bother her as much as it did others. There was rarely something worse than what she was lurking about in the nighttime. Therefore, (Y/N) didn't usually bother with what people thought of her. She would sit wherever she liked, and that would be it. As a result, not many people came to bother her while reading her book when the sun started to come down from his throne up high.

That led to how right now, (Y/N) was still sitting on her bench, at nearly nine in the afternoon, reading a book with only the streetlight's help. She did not need any light to read. Her eyes were better than those of most humans. However, she'd smelled a man lurking in the park some thirty minutes earlier and felt his gaze on her multiple times since then. A policeman, she'd figured. His emotions weren't powered by adrenaline but more by worry. He'd walked in circles for some time before he decided to approach her. 

She closed her book as he did so. The woman couldn’t decide if it was because the policeman grew courageous -or foolish- enough to walk up to her. It was irritating, yet, amusement washed through her as he stood mere centimetres away from her. The officer's worry came to the woman in a wave that met her like water met your feet at the beach. It washed over her, bringing everything she felt to a second plan. He stopped in front of her, not speaking for a while as if he was assessing her. While she didn't need to breathe, the fresh air in her lungs -the air (Y/N) took in to speak- gave her a light-headed feeling that cleared her thoughts from the anxiety that was shaking her to her core. But the iron smell coming from the man-made her throat ache painfully, and the venom started pooling in her mouth.

She'd have to go hunting in the next few days, or the thirst would take control of her actions.

"Miss, you should head home, the streets... The streets ain't safe at this time a-night." He said with a smile, offering the woman a hand to help her back to her feet. "Do your Da know where you are?"

(Y/N) was good at ignoring the pain the iron-like smell of blood gave her. And so, she ignored the burning ache that made her mind scream for violence and the sudden over-spill of venom that drenched her mouth before she spoke. Instead, the seemingly young woman smiled in the policeman's direction, accepting his hand. That way, her covered fingers would not be cold against his skin. She directed her attention to the worry he was radiating, like small needles piercing through her lungs. 

"I live just across the street, officer. I appreciate your kindness." Then, as he didn't make any move to leave her, (Y/N) added: "I'll head home now." She was careful not to show too many teeth in her smile, as it always made the humans uncomfortable. And she knew that the sombre time of twilight was accentuating her features in ways she didn’t always appreciate. 

Seemingly satisfied with her answer, the policeman tipped his hat in her direction and turned to continue his round. (Y/N) rolled her eyes toward the star's illuminated sky. She patted the green just-under-the-knees-length dress she wore for the day to clean it from the dust it might have collected before walking in the direction she gave the policeman. His wariness was still clinging to the back of her neck, and she couldn't shake it off her. (Y/N) closed her eyes, concentrating on something else for a while—the wind on her cheeks or the overly-sweet smell of flowers bordering the road. Anything really to try and overcome the emptiness burning in her belly. And the buzzing irritation coming from the building she was sensing rolled over her shoulder. 

The woman was lodging in an all-girl house, paying about ten dollars a month. It was expensive, especially for the room she had, but everything was expensive since the war. Most of the girls (Y/N) lived with were either nurses or girls from the street. She was a teacher. Fresh out of university, seemingly naïve and full of dreams, (Y/N) taught small children from age five to twelve in a private school. Soon she'll have to move out and change the town, but it was calm and lovely for the moment.

(Y/N) liked children for their creativity and their open mind. They didn't ask many questions about why she was so pale, why she was so cold, why her eyes were a weird shade of yellow, or why she looked about their older sisters' age. They all were too busy learning and playing around. Sure, sometimes older boys -the older brothers- tame everywhere and asked about her, trying to make her leave with them. Some even peeving for her to court them, but the woman never gave in.

She didn't like mingling with humans more than was necessary. After all, it was already harder enough to teach -most days- with her condition. (Y/N) didn't want to get in trouble. She'd seen once what power and human could do together. In her experience, it seemed to always end in ashes. Esther liked to remind her that humans were quick to pass on, and there was still a new one to take their place, but it didn’t calm the grief in (Y/N)’s mind. 

The lodging-house had strict rules. No men were allowed inside. Every girl was to be asleep -or at least in their rooms, for the tenth hour of the night. (Y/N) was paying an extra dollar, so the house's matron would turn a blind eye to her nocturnal whereabouts. She'd said that the war had made her insomniac to win herself some pity points. And it wasn't a lie per se. The war had messed her up bad enough to give her living nightmares. Not that the matron needed to know about her inability to sleep anyways. The burning sensation in her throat had nothing to do with the emotions people in the building were feeling. (Y/N) could only sigh. It was nearly eleven at night now, and she was already inside. The woman figured she could stay inside for today. Hunting would have to wait until the next day.

(Y/N) removed her gloves before leaving the lodging-house hall and entering the corridor leading to the rooms. The heavy, gloomy miasma of jealousy and envy made the woman uneasy about staying, at first. It wasn’t unusual for her to sense those emotions, but the constant weight of it was harder to ignore, a little more with each passing day. She knew why the other women felt like that. Toward each other, toward her. It matters in the end. Something was always better in someone else than in yourself. 

She took a small breath, rolling her shoulders to make them seem less tense than they were, and blinked a couple of times to implant the movement as natural to her body. ‘Practice makes perfect, had always said Azaria, and (Y/N) liked to make a good performance. 

(Y/N) could hear the matron's angry steps on the staircase's wood floor. The suffocating feeling of rage and jealousy and emptiness flowed through the woman, overwhelming her like a raging sea would an unprepared boat before she could classify the emotion as if they were information taken from a book. The woman could hear the matron closing the door of the house above the lodging house behind her as she made her way down. With each approaching step, (Y/N) could also feel the irritation she was feeling, hugging her ribcage in a tight iron-like grip, jealousy making her dead heart drop to her heels. The woman placed a surprised expression on her face and redied her jumps for when the matron would barge in the hallway. When (Y/N) turned around, she met the matron's blood-blotched face in anger and she dropped her head in a kind and respectful curtsy.

Mrs. Gordon was a woman in her late forty or early fifties. She was well-rounded and small—her form indicating the bearing of a trail of children in her prime years. But now, the smiling face had gone. A pinched mouth and piercing eyes were in its place that tried to read the information inside your skull every second—searching to catch you in a lie.

"I arranged so that your sister could sleep in your room for the time being. But she'll have to pay for her stay. It's not a whorehouse here." (Y/N)'s brows raised for a quarter of a second, too fast for the matron to see, at her assumption. But, of course, it wasn't called a whorehouse. However, God only knew what kind of things some girls did when the matron wasn't listening.

But what, sister? Thought the woman. Nervously, her now bare fingers met the ancient and heavy-looking golden locket shining at her neck as she started to fiddle with it. Still, she nodded, putting on a thankful face. She didn't have any plans with Esther, and Thade had yet to send her a letter about his whereabouts.

(Y/N) could try, but she couldn't see who was passing for her sister at this hour, so late at night, in this day and age. She didn't know many people, let alone women, with the same condition as her.

Anger rose in the woman's chest from the pit of her stomach until it burned in her cheeks, yet no blood rushed to her face. Contrarily to the matron, standing in front of her, whose cheeks were now a dark red. The matron's eyes were dark with fury. "Should it happen again, I would like you to be like every girl living under this house and tell me beforehand."

(Y/N)'s hand went to her head as she removed the pin that held her small hat attached to her hair. The updo was still tightly tied together, but the little green hat was all dirty from her walk from the school ground to the park. Leaves and small branches had caught it with the wind, leaving little trinkets of their passage there.

"Of course, Mrs. Gordon. It won't happen again." (Y/N) promised, flashing a kind smile to the woman before her. She passed her on the staircase to make her way to her room, and soon enough, the anger she was feeling was replaced by a strangling excitement.

It was refreshing, nearly cold in her insides. Contrasting wildly with how stuffy (Y/N) was feeling seconds ago with Mrs. Gordon. The lump in her throat was making it hard to breathe, or would make it hard if she'd need it. But at the same time, she felt like a swarm of bees had taken her brain hostage. Her hand could only turn the golden door handle from the red-painted door of her room before something cool caught her hand and pulled her inside. The door closed harshly behind her. The blur surrounding (Y/N) was the only sign of how fast everything was.

"I'm so glad I finally got to meet you!" A feminine voice whispered the words in her ear. Shock throbbed throughout (Y/N)'s body, rippling on her nerves like water disrupted by a rock.

The girl who hugged her was not letting go, and her emotions came crashing into the other woman's body, hard. A feeling of unconditional love overcame (Y/N); hot between her ribs, she tugged the girl closer to her dead heart. The girl before her was seemingly floating in a pool of happiness and comfort. (Y/N)'s head was swimming in dizziness she hadn't felt since she was still a human. Or at least, she didn’t remember feeling it in the after. Yet, even if she didn't know who the girl was, she let her out of her arms begrudgingly.

A warm feeling in the pit of her stomach made her uncomfortable. It was as if she should know the girl standing in front of her. Yet the fact that she could place her as someone she recognized brought the homesick feeling of being empty and in unknown territories more present. 

Even if she didn't need it, (Y/N) gasped. The overwhelming emotions still held her calm with the breath of air she took. The younger girl in front of her wore a bashful smile as they separated.

 The twinkling of her eyes made something burn with comforting flames in (Y/N)'s stomach. And the waves of uneasiness returned, colliding into her even harder. 

"I'm sorry to be this improper. I'm Alice." A hand extended in front of (Y/N). 

The woman assessed the one standing in front of her. They were nearly the same height. (Y/N) was about three inches taller than Alice. The younger woman had her dark brown hair cut short, pale like death herself, and her eyes were blood red, unlike (Y/N)'s, who had golden eyes.

"I'm..."

"(Y/N), I know." Giggled Alice. "I saw you months ago." (Y/N) frowned again. Her marble-like face went from calm to bother, like an ancient statue suddenly taking life, unmovable and fixed in a serious expression while she integrated all the information. The soft furrow of her brows and the pout of her mouth cooled the usual warmth of her face. Her hand loosened the grip she had on the other girl's hand. 

Saw her, had they met before? She asked precisely that.

"Oh, no. I'm like you, see. Well, not exactly like you, but I too have a... gift." So said Alice, a crooked smile tugging on her lips as she played with the hem of her dress.

It was a simple dress, a decade older and too big for the girl. As if she'd gotten it from a hand-me-down boutique. The dress seemed well-worn already, and the colour had faded a little. If (Y/N)squinted, she could see a hole in the left sleeve; Alice had stuck her thumb in it.

(Y/N) would have thought Alice was from the little people, a fae or something in the like of it if she didn't know better. Alice had hesitated on the word gift as if she wasn't sure it was the proper term to use. (Y/N) nodded, forcing a smile on her lips, and gestured toward the small table her room was graced with, placed between her bed and the large window. Alice smiled brightly, taking the seat she was offered before continuing her monologue.

"My gift is to see the future or at least a glimpse of what could happen if someone chose to do a certain action." 

Again, (Y/N) nodded. She wasn't sure to understand what the more petite girl wanted to say, but she tried her best, and for that, (Y/N) was not going to discredit her. She could see that the short-haired girl struggled to put in words what she was capable of doing, and the woman thought about how she would explain her capabilities. Not as eloquently as Alice, that was for sure. 

The woman undid her hair from the severe bun she had worn all day until this ungodly hour into the night. The ancient-looking, heavy golden pin that held it throughout the day came to rest on the table where both girls sat. It'd been a gift many years ago, and (Y/N) held on to it religiously. Alice was talking fast, so fast that (Y/N) wasn't sure she understood every word.

"How did you find me?" She asked, finally. Her finger ran through her hair to make sure any remaining knots would leave, letting the brown-ish locks cascade on her shoulders, covering the front of her dress. 

While she lived like a human, she wasn't exactly the most out-going person there was. Not only because she was relatively new in the United States and didn't know many people, but also because of what she was. And still, tension was still holding the world by the scruff of the neck. Nobody was as trustful toward strangers since the war. 

The woman had difficulty figuring out just what had given her out for Alice to find her. It did seem like Alice had followed her for a while. But how had she found her location in the first place? Even if the small, fae-like girl had the gift of prophecy, that didn't make (Y/N) any more tricky for any other enemies to find her too. Had she any enemies? Had she done anything to make some enemies? 

Alice seemed to see the other girl's concerns because a heaviness settled inside her, just on top of her lungs. (Y/N) could feel it too, and she took in a sharp breath. The sadness was a quick passing emotion and was soon replaced by sheepish guilt. The feeling of a feather slowly floating down inside of (Y/N)’s brain overtook her worries. 

"In my visions, you're always surrounded by small children, so I figured you worked in a school or as a nanny. I looked for signs that would tell me where you lived. Then, when I saw the name of the town, I took a train." The girl was decent enough to feel remorse about that last thing. It made (Y/N) giggle. Alice looked like someone's little sister, sneaking around to see who her older sibling would run around with.

She reminded her of Eliott. 

(Y/N)'s ring ornate hand came to play with the locket once again. She took in Alice's appearance. Passing the unmistakable vampire look and her petite frame, Alice -(Y/N) decided- was more beautiful than cute. She had a sharp look in her eyes, and her body was slim. Her hairs were cut unevenly, almost as if they had been forced over her by someone. Over her black dress, definitely too big for her, Alice wore a shawl covering her neck in the same fashion (Y/N) covered her left arm's wrist. Unfortunately, she didn't seem to own any jewels or make-up, so her face did look deadly pale, and she had no way of covering it.

Both girls talked in low voices until the sun made the sky look like a blood-soaked painting. (Y/N) learned what brought Alice to her near the end of the night. She saw that her future was intertwined with hers in one way or another. While they -well, mostly Alice- talked, the other woman decided something about the smaller one. She resembled a pixie. Her sweet but chaotic energy was refreshing in those after-war times when everybody was exceptionally sad.

"I should prepare for my day now..." said (Y/N) while glancing at the sky from the window. She felt Alice's sadness, but she made it look like there was nothing. Yet, the bittersweet taste that lasted on her tongue lingered. "We'll see each other tonight again?"

The question left (Y/N)'s lips before she could stop it, with the face Alice gave her and the sudden burst of butterflies in her stomach, the woman wasn't too sad about it.

"Can you show me where you hunt?" Asked Alice, her eyes full of stars. The other girl was taken aback. In Montana, the town of Kalispell was small, and while the forest was close by, (Y/N) had never hunted with people since she started feeding on animals instead of humans. And it had been years since she started doing so. She preferred to hunt alone and have her peace of mind.

The idea came to her when she heard her creator speaking about the letters. She was exchanging with a member of the Volturi who discovered it possible to survive by feeding on animals. While the process did not entice Azaria, (Y/N) was thrilled to find the new. But, of course, this was all before Azaria's fall.

(Y/N)'s eyes met Alice's once more.

"If you want to, I'm not against it." The small pixie-like girl smiled and opened the door of (Y/N)'s room.

"I'll meet you this afternoon after your classes then?" The young woman nodded, smiling gently as the smaller one skipped down the stairs. She flashed past Mrs. Gordon, who shot her a glare before eyes (Y/N), waiting at the top of the stairs. The angry look the matron gave her was significantly less than the emotion the woman felt. (Y/N) could swear she would die a second time by all the stuffiness she felt in her chest.

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The Clone Wars: 🎆 A Girls Night Out (Jesse x OC Lina, Fives x OC Sue) by @marierg & @the-rain-on-kamino 🎆 Let's Call It Love (Barriss Offee x Ahsoka Tano) by @stellanslashgeode Fire in the Frying Pan by @barbaricyawn In Spite of Everything, We Thrive by @chaosgoblinhours The Tattooist by @whiskeygoldwings-blog

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[rulimaquina]

Farewell To All The Earthly Remains

Fandom: Star Wars.

Characters: Jango Fett. Myles the Mandalorian. Jaster Mereel. Boba Fett.

Ship: Jango Fett x Myles.

Rating: General Audiences.

Tags: Mandalorian Religion (Star Wars) - Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars) - Jango Fett Needs a Hug - Myles' full name is Myles Boba to me - no beta reader we die like men - The Manda as another realm that exists alongside the realm of the living but can't be reached by the living - Parental Jaster Mereel - Major Character Death - Sad with a Happy Ending - Boba Fett Needs A Hug.

Summary:

By the time Myles realized that the Jedi was coming his way, it was too late.

[zinzinina]

Home

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x F!Reader Length: 1.1k Rating: Explicit 18+ C/W: Fingering, PIV sex

A/N: This is a little birthday gift for my beautiful friend Dee, @sgtdogmastyle. I hope your day is as bright and wonderful as you are! There’s a little glossary of the Mando’a terms in the endnotes. x

You nearly shoot him.

“Haar’chak, Jaster,” you gasp, clutching your chest as you brace yourself on the door frame.

You don’t know which part is the greater shock; his unexpected appearance in your house, or the comfortable way he leans against the synthstone bench as he watches flames licking around the pot in front of him. Your senses spike as you struggle to comprehend the scene: his buy’ce and beskar’gam piled beside the table, leaving him in his soft-worn tunic and pants. The pleasant hetikles of whatever he’s cooking heats your face from the inside as you gape at him.

“What are you doing back here? I thought you’d still be on Phindar for another month rotation, at least— ”

He crosses the kitchen in two steps, crushing you into his arms as his lips meet yours. You have no time to breathe before being overwhelmed with him; his hands cupping your head, holding you close. When he breaks the kiss, you’re gasping for air.

“I came home early,” he tells you, kissing at the place below your ear. “Was meant to be a surprise.” It is a surprise, you can’t reply. His lips are on yours again as he walks you backward, your thighs bumping the edge of the table in the centre of the room. He curves over you, roughly tilting your head back and groaning. You rest your weight on the edge of the table, leaning closer to him and letting your limbs loosen under his rough hands. His kiss warms you; the steady melting in your stomach gathering into an ache as you sigh into his mouth.

You don’t know how he managed this. He’s barely stopped to sleep in the past few months; the apparent cessation of fighting doing nothing to curb his devotion to his duty. He lives wholly for his people, and though you’re proud of him, you sometimes wish for moments like this one; snatching him away for yourself. This is why you don’t try to temper your enthusiasm as you wriggle up onto the table, skating your hands up under the hem of his tunic to pull him closer.

He obliges, leaning over you and letting you rake your nails along his back. His big hands come down to cup your waist, easing you lower until your hair spreads around your face. The scruff at his jawline is unkempt; he hasn’t had time to clean up since getting home, but it only adds to the air of spontaneity you’re possessed with as you yank at his pants.

He chuckles, helping you loosen the fastenings but reaching down to cup your own heat with his palm. He doesn’t share your clumsiness as he smoothly flicks open the top of your pants, easing his hand down under the fabric to slide between the folds of your cunt. Bucking up into his touch, you’re impatient. You’ve missed him, and now he’s here. Unable to reach up to his lips, you settle for pulling the tunic over his head, tangling him briefly in the neckline before he manages to detach himself and drop it behind him.

Thick fingers dip briefly inside you to gather your quickening wetness, using it to ease the movement of his thumb’s touch against your clit. He knows you blindly now, able to capture your pleasure without hesitation, and it takes him no time to make you writhe under his rhythm. You feel your brows pinching together as he withdraws his fingers, pressing them back in deep and slow. The ridges of his blaster-scarred knuckles curl inside you, catching against that spot. It’s exquisite, but you’re already pushing his hands away, palming at the opened top of his pants.

Sensing your frustration, he cooperates, easing himself out of his pants. Gripping his cock, he strokes himself twice, reaching up with his other hand to catch your own. When he sinks slowly into your heat, you both groan. His fingers entwine with yours, pressing your hand flat beside your head. Stretched around him like this, you let your eyes roll shut. It’s not only the bright pleasure of this; but the familiarity. Feeling known so deeply, held so close. It doesn’t matter what happens outside this moment; which splintered faction next threatens the man inside you.

He has never failed to return.

As he exhales, flexing his hips in long, smooth thrusts, you’re just beginning to settle into the building pressure when he pauses, frowning at you.

The burning aroma of the forgotten food has shifted from the pleasant nose-tingling spice type into the alarming, bitter-charcoal variety. You both realise what’s happened at the same time, and he withdraws, lurching forward. He seizes the pot from the flames and drops it to the side, water droplets from the synthstone bench sizzling angrily under the intrusion of the heated iron.

“Osik,” he mutters, absently refastening his pants with one hand.

“Was that going to be your tiingilar?” The traditional stew is your favourite, and he makes it the way you can never manage to recreate; blisteringly hot with a sweet, sharp aroma that lingers on the tongue. Now, though… it’s a smouldering mess stuck to the pot. You sit up slowly, still a little dazed.

Rueful, he grins at you. “Was, yeah. Sorry. I… wasn’t prepared for you to walk in looking like that. I got carried away.”

You try to stifle your smile. You’re sweaty and filthy; having been busy running errands all day. You know you don’t look your best, though his need for you has always transcended whatever effort you do or don’t put in to your appearance. “Ner cyare. I’m a mess.”

“Nayc,” he tells you, bending to kiss you again, his thumb under your chin. “Gar cuyir mesh'la.”

You snicker into his mouth. “We should probably go to the bedroom. I do plan to eat dinner off this table later, you know.”

He helps you stand up, his hand supporting your weight. But he doesn’t lead you to the bed straight away, bringing you into his arms and holding you close. “Briikase gote'tuur, ner runi,” he murmurs.

He smells like plasma, engine oil and cooking spices. That smell, you think to yourself, is home. Pressing your ear to his chest, he sounds like it, too.

Mando’a translations:

Haar’chak: Damn it Buy’ce: Helmet Beskar’gam: Armour Hetikles: Literally ‘noseburn’; used to describe the desirable tingling feeling in your nose from extremely spicy food Osik: Shit Tiingilar: Traditional Mandalorian stew Ner cyare: My love Nayc: No Gar cuyir mesh’la: You are beautiful Briikase gote’tuur: Happy Birthday Ner runi: My soul

[gdcee]

i got a jaster x reader for u. that porny pizza delivery trope parody. where the lady suggestively goes "oh no i dont have money for pizza ;-)......." but the delivery man goes "then why the hell did you order pizza" then leaves with the pizza and slams the door. BUT with jaster and the true mandalorians and y/n, a small territory's governor ghagahhdk (totally okay if u ignore this if it was too much✌)

Y/N: I have other ways of making it worth your while~ -suggestive eyebrow-

Jaster: ...you’re trying to seduce me, aren’t you?

Y/N: WHat? NoooOOoo -drops something and does the bend and snap- WhAt gave you tHaT IdEa??

Jaster:

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The Interruption

The Crash Series #7

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Pairing: Werewolf Paz Vizsla x Female Reader Summary: As you and Paz arrive in town, the Wolf pushes him to ask you to be his mate Warnings: sexual feelings, language, anxiety Words: 1.4k

Paz has never been more grateful for his helmet. Now that the Wolf has chosen you, whatever self-control he had around his heart has been destroyed, and he’s certain he constantly has a stupid, love-struck expression on his face.

It doesn’t help that you and he must share Jaster as you continue your journey to town. You sit in front of him, your ass pressed into the crotch of his armor and your back against his chest and stomach. He has to force himself to keep a loose hold on your middle instead of clutching at you like he wants to.

To make him feel even more like a horny teenage boy, you’re also responding to the close proximity. He hears your heart rate pick up whenever an incline has you leaning harder into him and your skin gets warmer whenever he brushes it with his gloves.

The Wolf remains near the surface, demanding to know why Paz hasn’t confessed his feelings to you yet. You are everything both sides of him could wish for. But the animal part doesn’t understand that there are some difficult logistics to the union. Namely, that he is a Mandalorian bound to his covert and you are wholly devoted to your family’s farm. He can’t stay and he’s not sure you’ll leave.

“We’ll be there soon,” you say, your voice subdued. “The first thing I’ll need to do is barter Jaster.”

Paz frowns, confused. Why would you barter your only steed. “Don’t we need him for the return journey?”

“We’re going to have to walk. Everything I had to trade was taken, and I need flour and other supplies to last the winter.”

“But don’t you need him to plow the fields next spring?”

He hears you swallow hard, your distress rising.

“I’ll barter with my neighbor for the use of his orbak. I’m sure he won’t mind.” You turn to give him a smile that doesn’t meet your eyes.

Paz immediately feels like the biggest di’kut ever. He’s seen how little you have, but he somehow didn’t comprehend the long-term ramifications of what happened when that Rodian escaped. It’s not just that you’re going to be inconvenienced for the next week, it’s that you’re looking at severe hardship for the foreseeable future.

“That’s not going to happen,” he says firmly, putting a hand on your back. “I have more than enough to trade so that you can get what you need. If what I brought with me doesn’t cover it, we’ll go back to my ship and do another round.”

You shake your head. “I’m not letting you do that. I was foolish and I’m paying the price. You don’t need to clean up my messes.”

Paz huffs sharply, frustrated by your insistence you have do this all yourself. “This isn’t charity.” He pauses, deciding now is not the time to tell you that he wants to become mated to you. “You have been beyond generous with your resources and your time. I needed help and you gave it freely. Don’t rob me of the chance to do the same.”

You look at him with swimming eyes. “I didn’t give it to you freely, I made you clean my house.”

Paz can’t help it; he laughs. “If it’ll make you feel better, you can help me tidy my ship. It’s a pretty big mess after that crash.”

This makes you smile as you swipe the unshed tears away with the back of your hand. “Deal.”

Judging by where the sun is in the sky, the two of you will reach town well before moonrise. “Is there an inn or somewhere to stay?”

“Yeah, but I usually just camp on the outskirts. Lodging is expensive.”

“I’d rather stay at a place with a room. These old bones don’t like sleeping on the ground much anymore,” he lies lightly.

The truth is, you haven’t had a proper rest since you were attacked, and he’ll be damned if you don’t get at least one night with a warm bed before making the return journey.

“I’m not sure how much wildlife is available around there,” you frown.

“I’ll buy raw meat to eat. It’s not the Wolf’s favorite way, but he’s had four glorious nights of killing, so he shouldn’t complain.” Besides, the Wolf just wants to be close to you right now.

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Once you and Paz reach town, your first stop is the excellent butcher, who loads up a huge bag of steak and ribs. It costs so much you nearly choke, but Paz doesn’t seem fazed.

Then, it’s to your favorite Nerf stall to get yourself some fried tenders and vegetables. As soon as the container of food is in your hands, a giant gurgle echoes from your stomach.

Paz laughs. “You have the loudest belly of anyone I’ve ever met.”

Scoffing, you guide Jaster to take a right. “I’m sure yours is louder.”

“Not even the Wolf can rival that.” His gloved hand brushes your back lightly as if reassuring you he’s teasing. It takes everything in you not to lean into the touch. A day spent pressed into him has you addicted.

“Do you need anything for the night?” you ask to distract yourself.

Paz pats the large bag of meat. “This’ll do me.”

When the three of you reach the inn, you leave Jaster with the stablehand. “Rest up,” you smile, kissing his nose. This is the first time he’ll get to experience the pampering afforded the pack animals that stay here: a bath, lots of delicious food, and a cozy stable for the night.

Then, Paz leads you into the inn itself. He walks up to the clerk at the desk. “Two adjoining rooms, please. We’ve also left an orbak in the stables.”

The clerk looks uncomfortably up at Paz. “I’m sorry, but we’re quite full this time of year. If you’d made a reservation...”

Your heart sinks with disappointment. You didn’t realize how much you’d been looking forward to a hot shower to get the blood out of your hair. “It’s fine. We’ll get Jaster and go to the woods,” you say to Paz quietly.

“Well, ma’am, we have one room, if you can share,” the clerk continues hesitantly, his nervous eyes stuck on Paz.

Paz cocks his head at you questioningly. “Is that all right?”

Why not? The two of you have been sleeping under the stars together already. “Fine with me.“

The clerk exchanges the credits Paz offers him for a key. “Room 315.”

When you reach the room, you're shocked by how large it is—the size of your whole house. There’s a giant bed in the center, a table and four chairs in one corner, a sofa across from a large holoprojector, and a conservator for preserving food.

Your stomach lets out another giant growl that makes you both laugh. “Mind if I eat?” you ask. The moon will rise soon, but not soon enough.

“I don’t want to find out what will happen if you wait any longer,” he says dryly.

You sit on one of the chairs and begin to shovel food into your mouth. “Force,” you moan happily, dunking a tender into some spicy sauce.

Pulling out the chair across from you, Paz plunks his large frame on it. “Good?”

“So good.” With delicious food and an incredibly comfortable place to sleep, you’re feeling much more cheerful. “Thank you, Paz,” you say earnestly, “for helping me.”

He hums softly, the deep sound crackling through his modulator, as he pulls his gloves off. Then, his hand reaches across the wooden surface, gently wrapping around the one you’re not using to scoop up vegetables. Your heart skips a beat at the tenderness.

“I told you before that my people deeply admire women like yourself. I especially do. Me and my Wolf, we...” The callused thumb of his other hand brushes your cheek. “...want you to be my mate. I love you and want you as my life partner.”

Your eyes go wide.

But, before you can even process, he suddenly groans in pain, retracting his hands hastily. “Fucking moon!” And he bolts for the refresher, leaving you to gape after him.

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Mando’a Translations: Di’kut - idiot

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give yourself to me

Jango Fett x fem!Reader

Rating: E |||| Word Count: 3200 |||| Before the Star Wars Prequels |||| AO3 Link

Warnings: lmao well I tried to be feral and this turned out kinda soft. Oral (fem receiving), piv, soft nicknames from Jango, restraints, overstim, no condom, uhhh "we almost died so now we're gonna fuck"

A/N: this idea stemmed from Elle's feral hours so this is for @escapedthesarlacc hehe. Also thanks to @chadillacboseman and @amukmuk for putting up with my need for validation :)

Jango growled in anger as the ramp to Jaster’s Legacy closed behind you both, sealing you in alone with him. You were breathing heavily from your race back to the ship, the bounty and entire base blown to smithereens behind you.

You were injured in your shoulder, shrapnel having caught you when you pushed Jango out of the way of the blast. His agonized shout still rings in your ears while you slump against the wall, staring blankly at his tense form raged into the cockpit, leaving you with the emptiness of your thoughts in the cold hull.

You’d… you’d never seen Jango act like this before, in all your months of taking bounties with him.

His voice pulled you out of your daze as he ducked back into the hull, rich brown eyes boring into yours. “What the karking hell were you thinking?!”

You blinked at him several times before what he said sank in. “I’m sorry?”

A muscle in Jango’s face ticked as he clenched his jaw. “You’re ‘ sorry ?’ You almost died, mesh’la !”

“So did you!” You snapped back, his ire fueling your own. “I– your back was turned, and even your armor can’t save you from tons of falling metal! I couldn’t let you die!” You rose to your feet and stormed forward to get into his personal space. The bastard simply tilted his head down to glare at you more easily.

“Rather me than you!” He growled, finally stepping towards you. You stumbled back towards the cold wall, hissing slightly when your back pressed the metal. Jango stalked your every movement, placing one hand next to your head and leaning down to properly face you. You found yourself unable to turn away from the burning intensity etched into his entire expression.

“I almost lost you,” he murmured in a low voice, reaching up with his free hand to brush his knuckles gently from your temple to your chin before stopping to tilt your face up towards his. “And I’d never…” He trailed off and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of his eyes flickering down to your lips.

You filled the silence that ensued as Jango struggled with his thoughts. “I can’t do this without you, Jango.”

“Ner kar’ta,” he breathed with wide eyes, and then he met you halfway as you surged up to kiss him.

Jango’s large hand cupped your face to him as you both battled for control, feeding all your frustration and hurt and heartache into each other. Your palms pressed flat against his chest plate as you leaned up into his embrace, cherishing his gasp when you playfully nipped at his lips. You whined in confusion as he pulled away to stare at you hungrily.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, baby girl,” Jango said fiercely. “You gonna let me fuck you until you forget your name?”

You forgot how to breathe as his offer filled the space between you. You’d often had dreams of Jango taking you in the aftermath of a successful bounty, or even just in the downtime of one of your hyperspace journeys. Now here he was, offering himself to you in the wake of his emotional confession.

How could you ever say no to the man you loved?

You raised one of your hands to press against his where it still was caressing your face. “Yes, Jango,” you smiled, shifting his hand so you could press a kiss against his palm.

He immediately pressed you back against the wall, his lips finding yours again fiercely. His tongue licked into your mouth, asserting his dominance and control over you. You willingly let him, wanting to lose yourself in him. His hands worked your belt, untucking your armorweave shirt and sliding his hand up your chest to palm your breast. His calloused thumb flicked over your nipple several times before drawing a moan out of you as he pinched it.

“So receptive,” he murmured against your skin as he let his mouth trail down to your neck while his other hand started pulling down your trousers.

“Touch me,” you gasped, arching your chest up into his hand and fumbling at Jango’s own belt and codpiece. It wasn’t fair– you were already so exposed to him and yet he still had a layer of armor and his flight suit keeping you from his skin. You growled in frustration and pushed him away, hurriedly working on taking off your own clothes. “Armor, suit: off now.”

Jango huffed at being ordered around but began to strip off his armor and drop it to the floor. “Yes, ma’am.” It was hard to concentrate on stripping your own clothes off when the first bit of Jango’s golden skin was revealed to you. He quirked his eyebrow at you after looking up to see your gaze on him as he unzipped his flight suit slowly, just to increase your frustration. “See something you like?”

You couldn’t help yourself from biting your lip in interest. “I might,” you teased as you wiggled your way out of your shirt. The few seconds of blindness had you squealing in surprise when you felt large hands slide down your sides. Once you’d freed yourself, you found Jango stripped to his waist and kneeling directly in front of you.

“Back against the wall, baby girl,” he rumbled, thumbs slipping under your waistband and sliding your trousers down your legs and off with your boots. “That’s it. Good girl.”

A whine slipped out of you at the unexpected praise, and you felt yourself grow wet just at the sound of it. But then his tongue ran up your folds and your knees nearly buckled and gave out. Your fingers reached out to thread into his thick hair and hold him closer against you as one of his hands gripped onto your waist and the other dipped between your legs, a pair of fingers teasing at your cunt as his tongue moved to swirl around your clit. You tried to rock your hips into him, seeking more, but his grip on you was firm.

“I want you to touch me,” you panted, your chest rising and falling as if you’d just run a race.

“Hmm?” Jango pulled away to ask, and you nearly came right then when you looked down to see your slick glistening on his face as he gave you a Cheshire grin. “Gotta be more specific than that.”

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers and cum on your tongue,” you blurt out, tugging him back towards you. A breathy laugh escaped you when he paused to nip at your inner thigh, but it blended into a moan as he delved back into your core.

He devoured you like you were his last meal, using his fingers to spread you open while his tongue lapped up into you. He had you pinned exactly where he wanted you. Between the metal wall and Jango’s iron will, you were trapped prey and entirely at his mercy.

You tried to watch him as he worked, but the moment he slipped a finger inside of you, your head tipped back against the wall and you let out a loud cry. It wasn’t enough, you wanted more. You could take more, and you said so.

“I know you can, mesh’la,” Jango murmured and he did follow through, slipping a second finger into your heat. “Show me, then.” His darkened gaze met yours. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.”

Oh, stars.

You whined as you followed his command, beginning to rock down against his hand. His thumb was positioned just so you would brush against it with each downstroke, and he swiped against your stiffened bud each time. He muttered encouragement as you continued to work your way towards your peak, your legs trembling more and more as you worked towards your orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on my fingers.”

“Yes, yes, Jango ,” you cried out as you came onto his waiting tongue, neck bared and back arched.

He didn’t wait a moment before latching back onto you, sucking on your clit as he curled his fingers within you. It sent a jolt of electricity surging up your spine, prying another cry from your throat. Your first orgasm hadn’t fully subsided, and his renewed attention on your sweet spot sent you tumbling into another wave of pleasure.

Jango rose up on his feet to lavish attention onto your chest as you came down, swirling his tongue around one of your nipples as his hands cupped your ass and lifted your legs around his waist. You gasped in surprise and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he carried you off to his room.

He already knew his ship by heart. Now was his time to learn a map of you.

Before you knew it, Jango was already laying you back onto his bedsheets, his hands pressed on either side of your head as he began to kiss his way down your exposed body. You fought to keep your eyes on him as he glanced up at your face to watch your expression while he worked his way lower.

“Already blissed out for me, kar’ta? You gonna be able to take my cock?” He asked, rubbing his still-covered crotch against your wet cunt. You let out a quiet groan in frustration, wanting him to do something, anything, to help quench the fire that was still burning within you.

“Don’t tease me,” you whined, reaching towards Jango, but he tsk-ed patronisingly.

“Thought you were my good girl.”

Your eyes widened. “I am, no, I can be good for you!”

Jango chuckled at your desperation and reached down to his utility belt, pulling out a pair of magnetic cuffs. “Gonna prove it to me? Hands above your head.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of each of your wrists before snapping the cuffs shut on you and guiding your arms so you wouldn’t be in an uncomfortable position once the cuffs magnetized to the wall behind your head.

You watched with bated breath as Jango pulled back and kneeled between your spread legs, finally working on taking the rest of his flight suit off. Your mouth fell open in shock as his cock sprung free once his suit had made it to his mid-thigh. He was already leaking precum that left the thick head of his cock slick and shiny, and once he noticed your gaze was locked onto it, he began stroking himself with a feral grin.

“You like what you see, mesh’la?” Jango asked, smearing his precum over his shaft to prep himself for you.

“Just fuck me already,” you hissed. You wanted to rub your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, but Jango wouldn’t allow it. “Unless you don’t want to anymore?”

Jango snarled at your challenge and practically ripped off the rest of his flight suit before pressing himself over you and down into the bed so he could kiss you. You pulled his bottom lip between your teeth to bite at him, knowing he’d like a bit of fight.

“Fuck me until I forget my name,” you whispered.

“With pleasure.”

You shrieked his name as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, hitting deeper than you even could by yourself, toy or not. Between his size, the way he throbbed within you, and the friction he gave you as his cock brushed against spots that had you shaking.

He slid one hand under your ass, tipping your lower body up towards him to reach even deeper within you. You couldn’t control the way your cunt pulsed around his cock, the way you gushed around him as he groaned your name when you clenched down on him particularly tightly.

“Feels so good,” you moaned, trying to keep your eyes locked onto Jango’s. He watched you with hooded eyes and a furrowed brow, pouring all of his energy into you right here, right now. He’d almost lost you without ever holding you close, feeling your skin under his, hearing you cry his name in pleasure. Making you see stars was the most important thing he could do in this moment.

“You feel perfect around my cock, kar’ta,” he moaned. “You’re perfect.”

His words rang with such sincerity that they brought tears to your eyes. He was yours. He wanted you. “Jango, can I cum? Please, I want to be good for you.”

“Cum for me,” he replied, his voice sounding strained for the first time all night.

Oh . You sobbed openly as you came hard around him, your ears full of white noise as your legs shook around his waist. Jango leaned down to pepper kisses to your sternum until the waves of your orgasm had subsided into aftershocks. Your head lolled to one side as you panted and recovered your breath, but you could feel his hard cock still throbbing within your cunt.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Jango promised and ground his hips into you, grinning with pride as you nodded and moaned.

He lifted your legs up onto his shoulders as he fucked into you, thumb under your bottom lip and fingers under your chin, tilting your head towards his face so you can’t avoid his gaze. His head bent down to nip along your collarbone, leaving a trail of marks to signify his claim on you. His other hand rubbed up and down your left leg like he couldn’t believe you were really here with him.

“Eyes on me, baby girl,” he rumbled. “There you go, good girl.”

“Jango,” you keened, fighting to keep your eyelids from fluttering shut as his cock brushed against something devastating within you. You try to let your head fall back as your cunt clenched around him, but his grip under your chin wouldn’t let you turn away. It had you gushing around him even more, whines falling from your lips as you flushed hotter under his intense focus.

“Gimme another one, mesh’la,” Jango ordered, thumb coming up to pull down your lip and slip into your mouth. You sucked on it without a second thought, letting it muffle your moans as Jango hitched your legs up higher onto his shoulders and thrust into you.

You felt the tell-tale coiling in your abdomen grow tighter as your legs began to tremble and your back arched up towards Jango. He kept reeling you in with each caress of his hand, each stroke of his cock, each praise that spilled free from him and filled the cracks in your soul. He was tearing you apart and putting you back together with pieces you’d been missing without even realizing.

Jango was what you’d been missing all along, but now he was here and he was never letting you go.

“Please, please, Jango, I–” You broke off into a sob as you lifted your hips to meet his, wrists straining against the cuffs keeping them above your head. Jango’s finger left your face and slid down your body to nestle between your legs and rub tight circles onto your clit. Your helpless cries tapered off into silent screams as Jango coaxed you higher and higher towards that tipping point.

“Let me see you, kar’ta,” Jango murmured, never looking away from your face while you quivered beneath him, your warm and wet core fluttering around him uncontrollably as you fell apart. “Come on, be my good girl.”

Your voice cracked when you whimpered in response. “Yours, yours, please...!” You’d already given him all you could, and yet here he was, still managing to wring even more from your blissed form.

“You can do it– cum for me,” Jango urged.

That was all you needed.

You saw white. A strangled shriek tore from your throat and your body tensed up underneath him, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein on Jango’s cock as he continued to fuck you through your high despite the way you clenched around him. The pleasure coursing through you was all too much, and Jango wasn’t showing any sign of stopping his sharp thrusts, and his thumb was still circling your clit, and and and–

The world was hazy as you tried to blink everything back into focus.

“-’ta? Kar’ta, are you alright? Talk to me.” That was Jango’s voice, but why did he sound so worried?

You shut your eyes and turned your head slightly into the warmth of his palm on your right cheek with a content hum. “Felt s’good,” you slurred softly.

“Stars , there you are.” The sheer relief in his voice had a rush of affection coarse through you. “Not sure where you went for a moment.”

“Wha’?” It was a struggle to open your eyes again, but this time you could clearly see Jango’s intense gaze as he studied you. Between the daze still clouding your mind and the gentle way he was handling you, you were almost convinced that this was a dream.

With every passing moment, however, more and more of your situation came flooding back to you. There were dried tear tracks on your face. Your throat was scratchy and parched. Every part of you felt boneless, except for your cunt, which was still throbbing around Jango’s softened cock despite how deliciously sore you felt… and then there was the way your thighs and the bedding under you were completely soaked.

“Did I…?” You tried to sit up to actually see for yourself what you already were beginning to assume had happened.

“You squirted all over my cock, kar’ta.” Jango sounded incredibly smug. His smirk grew even wider as you moaned in response to his words, your hips weakly bucking up into him almost instinctively. “Think I fucked you so hard that you blacked out.”

You whimpered weakly at this information, knowing it was true from the gap in your memory. There was no way you’d be able to be with anyone else after the way Jango had just fucked you into incoherency.

You moved to reach for him, but the cuffs still around your wrists kept you held back. “Jango…”

He mumbled a curse but readily reached up to free you, falling to the bed beside you and pulling you into his arms. “I got you.” You liked the way that your face perfectly slotted into the crevice of his shoulder and still allowed him to bury his nose into your hair.

“Can we stay here for a while?” You asked, voice muffled by his skin. Your arms tightened around his middle as if you could hold him close and never let him go.

“Yeah. We got time,” Jango murmured. You felt a gentle kiss against the crown of your head. “We got time.”

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Hello! I bring a request for Jaster. I was wondering, if you haven't done it already, if you could write something where Jaster is planning on asking the reader to marry him and he enlists Jango's help. Maybe when Jaster is popping the question Jango comes in with the ring as Jaster's wingman or something like that?

Will You Marry Me

Summary: Jaster and Jango are up to something, but you're not too worried, after all they love you.

Pairing: Jaster Mereel x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I think I kept the reader GN in this one, but if I slipped up somewhere please let me know and I'll fix it.

At this point of time in your life, you know Jaster. You know his quirks and his habits, and you know when he’s trying to keep a secret from you. He has a tell, which you’ve reminded him of time and time again, but he still keeps trying to hide things from you.

Luckily, you love and trust Jaster, so you know whatever secret he’s keeping from you isn’t something that’s likely to hurt you.

A fact that is supported by the fact that little Jango keeps giggling whenever he’s in a room with you. Which suggests to you that Jango is in on it. In any event, you love your boys, and you trust them, so you pretend to turn a blind eye to their scheming.

So when Jaster approaches you late one evening, when you’re both about to slide into bed, and he asks you if you’d be willing to go on a picnic with him the following morning, you’re not surprised. Honestly, you’re more surprised at the picnic than the fact that he was asking you to spend time with him.

And the following morning, when you’re dressed in a nice new outfit that Jaster bought for you, and he’s not wearing his armor for once, and little Jango is also wearing nice new clothes, you can’t help but be a little suspicious.

You open your mouth to ask a question, but one look at Jaster, and you change your mind. “You both look very handsome,” You say instead, as you trail your fingers lightly through Jango’s curly hair.

Jaster grins at you and slides his arm around your waist, “We’re just trying to match how amazing you look, cyare.” He lightly squeezes your hip, “You look stunning in that outfit.”

“Well, you have good taste in clothes,” You reply to him with a small grin.

“I have amazing taste in everything.” Jaster replies with a grin as he tightens his grip around you for a moment, and then releases you, “Come on, Jango. Let’s head to the speeder. Do you have everything?”

Jango beams at Jaster, “Yep!”

You muffle your laugh as you follow your ad to the speeder, “He’s certainly excited.” You murmur.

Jaster slides his arm back around you again, “Well, we have plans, cyare.” He replies as he ducks his head and presses a light kiss to the tip of your nose, “I’m excited too.”

You arch a brow, “Plans, huh.”

He just smiles at you, and you laugh softly, “No need to fret,” You reassure, reaching up to lightly press your hand against his cheek, “I’m not going to dig.”

“I appreciate it.” He kisses you one more time, and then guides you over to the speeder and helps you into the passenger seat, “I think you’ll like the surprise.”

“I know you will, buir!” Jango says loudly from the backseat.

“Well, I can’t argue with that.” You tease, as you turn to glance into the backseat to look at Jango, “Are you buckled in?”

“Uh…not yet-” Jango admits as he scrambles to buckle his seatbelt.

Jaster brings you to a lake located far from the clamor and chaos of the city, and while he gets the speeder settled, you help Jango get the actual picnic set up, spreading out the blanket under a tree and setting the basket down in the middle so Jango can set out the food.

Jaster packed all of your favorites. From your favorite fruit drink to your favorite dessert, and with all of that you start to have a pretty good idea what the surprise is going to be. 

You settle on the blanket and stretch your legs out, watching Jango play in the shallow water, as Jaster joins you on the blanket and hooks his arm around your waist to tug you against his side.

“He looks like he’s having fun,” Jaster murmurs.

“I told him if he fell in he was walking home.” You reply with a small smile.

Jaster chuckles and he slowly releases your side to trail his hand up your spine, and trail his fingers against the back of your neck, “I love you,” He murmurs, turning to look at you.

You smile at him warmly, “I love you too. If the fact that I’m raising your foundling with you isn’t proof enough.”

“Our foundling,” Jaster corrects with a laugh, “Jango comes to you for stuff as often as he comes to me.”

You lean your head against his shoulder, “Which is how it’s supposed to be.” You close your eyes and enjoy his presence for a moment, and then your smile widens, “So-”

“So?” Jaster asks, glancing down at the top of your head.

“Are you going to ask?”

Jaster pauses and then he laughs, “When did you figure it out?”

“When I saw that you only packed food that I liked,” You admit, opening your eyes again to look up at him, “Normally you pack foods that Jango likes.”

He grins and tightens his grip around you, “There’s no fooling you, is there?”

“Not generally. But I was nice and didn’t try to figure out your surprise until it was so obvious that I couldn’t not see it.” You reply.

“I appreciate it.” Jaster leans in and kisses you, slowly and softly, and chastely, as your son was only a little ways away, “So, cyar’ika, will you marry me?”

“I’d be more than happy to marry you,” You grin at him, “Honestly, I’ve just been waiting for you to ask.”

“Well then, I’m sorry for keeping you waiting.” Jaster replies with a grin.

“I forgive you.” You say loftily, and a sly smile crosses your face, “Though, I do hope that I get a ring?”

Jaster chuckles, “Jango has it,” He kisses you quickly, “I’ll get that for you when he finishes playing.”

“Well, I would hate to disturb him from his playing,” You muse thoughtfully as you lean against Jaster even more firmly, “I suppose I can be patient.”

“Very magnanimous of you.” Jaster teases as he tugs you closer, and gazes adoringly down at you, “I’m going to make you the happiest person on Mandalore.”

“I’m already the happiest person on Mandalore, Jas. You’re just going to make me happier.” You lean up and kiss him, “And, maybe, we can give Jango a little brother or sister.”

Jaster grins at you, “That sounds like a plan, cyare.”

[stormkobra-5]

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"What do we do now, Poe?" L’ulo questioned, hefting his makeshift bat of old scrap-metal in preparation.

On the outside, he kept his steadfast and calm demeanor. Inwardly, though, he was terrified. If Beebs didn't get to the grav-control center soon, they'd be overrun. He doubted they'd last five minutes; but he refused to let Black Squadron see that. He had to believe they'd make it. For them. He'd opened his mouth to respond when he felt that distinctive ripple. It was like a punch in his gut, tearing the breath from his lungs and making him stumble-- and suddenly Megalox Beta was gone, the incoming mob nothing more than a memory. He was in the eerie deep twilight of Tatooine's deserts, standing outside of Luke Skywalker's hut.

Standing before you.

Your lightsabers were drawn, breath heaving. You'd been fighting. "Poe?"

"Y/N," Poe breathed, relieved to see you alive. "What's going on?"

"I was ambushed," You explained, "Bounty hunters. You?"

"Angry mob of the most dangerous criminals in the galaxy," Poe said casually, trying to catch his breath. "And we're primitively armed. Nice to see both our missions are going well."

His reflexes reacted before his mind did, catching the silver metallic object you threw at him. "Huh?" One of your lightsabers. "Fuck, Jay, I can't take this!"

"Yes you can, and you will," You snapped, activating your second. "You need it more than I do."

Poe hesitated. He saw movement behind you, which you sensed; twisting your remaining saber, you effortlessly deflected a blaster shot harmlessly away from you and into the sand. "Bring it back to me, Poe."

"You know I will, miracle," He answered, but he was already back in the roaring chaos of Megalox Beta, blinding sunlight stunning him for a second.

"Poe!" Snap roared. "Fall back, dammit!"

The rest of Black Squadron was already several yards behind him, but his communication with you had left him standing still. The mob was too close for him to retreat, and so he pressed the button on the saber with a thrilling rush of adrenaline. He used your trademark spin, defending and attacking with a precision he learned from watching you fight. Left-right-left, under and over, Poe felt like a Jedi as his strikes hit home on his targets. It was easier than he'd thought to twirl the saber, deflecting hard blows with strength he didn't realize he had.

He heard a blaster shot, understanding too late that it was too close, he couldn't deflect it; but he didn't have to. You did. Appearing here as much as he had appeared on Tatooine. Back to back, each with a saber, fighting in perfect sync, the buzz and pulse of the plasma blades as satisfying as your swings. You defended each other as your worlds melted together. You killed prisoners on Megalox Beta while he annihilated the bounty hunters on Tatooine. Briefly, he wondered what it looked like from an outsider's perspective. Was he fighting side-by-side a Mandalorian guardian angel? Were you battling with what was seemingly a Jedi at your back?

It was over as soon as it had begun, returning to your physical planes and uninterrupted by your Bond. The mob regrouped, eyeing him warily. He hoped his appearance on Tatooine had done the same for you, allowing you a moment's respite.

Poe loped back to his squadron, joining them as they caught their breath and prepared for the next assault. "What the hell was that?" Jess breathed, but Poe barely heard her. The mob was sending a handful of their strongest, biggest melee fighters charged with guttural cries.

"What do we do now?" Poe said, spinning the saber to psych himself up for the next round. "Survive."

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33, 17, and boba x reader???

Omg this is absolutely great combo....

33. Baby Fic 

17. War AU 

So for this mash up I am imagining it also being like a Period AU, maybe WWI/WWII??, and Boba and you are married when he gets drafted for the war. The night before he leaves, Boba makes sweet soft love to you, reminding you that he loves you, asking you to wait for him to come back. The two of you spend the entire night together in embrace, and by the time morning comes and he has to leave you are kissing him reluctantly and making him promise to write letters to you. Fast forward two months and you've been feeling sick so you go to the doctor, and BOOM you find out you're pregnant. Scared and unsure how to tell Boba, who has quickly risen through the military ranks, you put off sending him a letter talking about you being pregnant. Then you find yourself 6 months along, and you finally send him the letter, telling him everything, and apologizing for taking so long to tell him. A couple of months pass, and you never received a letter with a reply, so you just assume that he is unhappy about the pregnancy. Then you find yourself giving birth to a beautiful baby boy, which you name Jaster after Boba's grandfather. Shortly after the wonderful moment, you receive a letter from the government saying Boba went MIA and was assumed to be dead. After that years pass, and you are still grieving Boba, while watching your son grow and grow to be more like his father everyday. Then out of the blue one night two years after the war ended, and five years after Jaster was born, there was a knock on the door. When you opened it you find a tired Boba, covered in scars, and asking if he can come in. After crying and hugging him, and a few kisses, you both sit in his old favorite chair, you on his lap, and he explains that his scars are from a bad battle with tons of mustard gas and such, he tells you the only reason he is alive is because he was taken prisoner and held for a year after the war ended. He also explained that he didn't know if he should come back because he was different, and you just kissed him. Before going to bed that night, you led him to Jaster's room and let him see his son for the first time, and for the first time you saw Boba cry as he whispered, "He's beautiful, princess."

Send me an AU or two??

[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Aliit ori'shya tal'din Chapter 10

Jango Fett x reader

Summary: Will you be the template for the clones?

Word Count: 468

“We have a history, you and I,” Dooku was saying. His hauntingly familiar voice pulled Jango out of the memory he’d been retelling, the one of his worst day: the day he’d lost you forever.

“You slaughtered my people,” Jango replied coldly, “and now you want to use me as some template for a clone army. You could have just hired us years ago.”

“I could have, but I was a Jedi back then.” The Count ignored the scoff that left his guest at the word. “There is no love lost between my former masters and myself, I can assure you. In a way their demise led us here.” 

Jango’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Dooku, if you are about to state that the murder of my people was a good thing--”

“Allow me to explain, my boy. That . . . incident was the start of my doubt in their doctrine. Without it, I cannot be sure that I would have left their Order, and we would not be sitting here now. We would not be discussing the very real destruction of their corrupt ways.”

The Mandalorian looked thoughtful for a moment. “These clones will be serving the Jetii, yes?”

“Only long enough for my Master and I to lay the battlefield to destroy them forever. Then they will bring the end of the Jedi. You will bring the end of the Jedi.”

“Don’t sweet-talk me,” Jango snapped. “If I agree to this, it will not be because of your silver-tongued promises. It’s business.”

“I’ve already offered you the money, Fett. What more could the Galaxy’s Most Feared Bounty Hunter want?”

“An unaltered clone,” he replied without hesitation.

Dooku’s eyes seemed to dance with some malicious mirth. “A replacement for the child--”

“Do not speak of them!” the Mandalorian snarled, slamming his hand on the table. “You do not deserve to even think of them.”

“Apologies. May I ask,” his voice was more subdued this time, an act in order to placate the hostile bounty hunter, “why you wish for a child?”

“An apprentice. He will become Jaster’s legacy.” Since I failed.

“Very well. We have an agreement.”

In the aftermath, Jango found himself lost in thought back on Slave 1. He’d lost his found family, his people, his surrogate father, and his wife and unborn child. A voice in the back of his mind ate a hole in his shriveled little heart with statements like, You couldn’t save a fully trained mercenary and a baby that hadn’t been born yet. But the rest of him wanted nothing more than to have a chance at the family he’d lost so tragically. And Jaster deserved someone better than him to carry on his legacy.

If the Jetii were razed by hands that were genetically identical to his, that was just a well-deserved bonus.

[loridrabbles]

Mentor!Jango Fett x Reader Headcanons

     • Roz always teases him about meeting a girl and settling down. Also that he holds on to the memory of Jaster Mereel because he wants am apprentice himself.

     • He scoffs, but one day he notices you fend yourself from a gang of thugs. You put them down alive and make it out without a scratch. "Ever think about doing that for a living?"

     • He becomes your mentor and your relationship is odd. Almost a father daughter relationship even though he's only like 8 years older. 

     • More platonic than romantic. He views you as a sister or daughter and tries to deny the romantic feelings he develops.

     • Whenever he finds himself crushing, he pushes the feelings deep down and forgets about them. 

     • You develop feelings for him as well, but brush them off as passing thoughts, however, when Roz bugged him about hooking up with Zam, you got horribly jealous.

     • You get on eachother's nerves but in a playful way. You don't do things exactly the way he teaches you, and teases you when you mess up.

     • He also cheers you on or tells you "good job" when you do something right. It's not often he actually says it but it's nice to hear now and them.

     • When he raided the prison, you wanted to go with him and wouldn't take no for an answer.

     • You saved his ass a couple times during the raid. You ended up getting shot as you made your way to the ship that became Slave 1. He had to help you walk the rest of the way.

     "I told you not to come." He said. 

     "Hey, I saved your ass back there."

     "I would've been fine."

     "Like hell you would've. This place is a lot to handle even for you."

     "And you thought you could make it?"

     "Are you kidding me. Do you know how horrible I would've felt if I let you talk me out of coming?

     • This little interaction made him realize he means as much to you as Jaster meant to him.

     • Down the road, the two of you bond over your hatred for Zam.

     • Roz continues to bug him about setting down with a girl.

     "Come on, Jango. You're not gonna live forever."

     "I'm too busy."

     "Well you went from 'not in this lifetime' to 'I'm too busy.' That's progress!"

     Jango laughed.

     "What about (y/n). You're with her all the time."

     "I'm just her mentor. And she's not my type."

     "Aww come on! What do you mean not your type? She's adorable! Just give it a go. Hey, if it doesn't work out, I'll knock 20% off my finders fee."

     "You drive a hard bargain."

     "Does that mean you'll give it a shot?"

     "Yeah." He laughed. "If it'll get you off my back."

     •Finally works up the nerve to grasp your hand while going over the next plan of action. His heart jumps to his throat when you don't pull it away.

     •His heart melts when he sees you crack a little smile.

[zinzinina]

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