Masterlist

Welcome, Readers, to my masterlist of *mostly* fanfiction! All links lead to written works.

Mandalorian Fanfiction (where I got started!)

Of Sunshine and Hyperspace, a Mandalorian fanfiction series with two parts:

Somewhere Beautiful  (pt 1)

Completed work    18+    235,099 words   Mandalorian/Original female character   Second person POV

Something Like Home (pt 2)

WIP    18+    145,198 words     Mandalorian/Original female character     Second person POV

Other Writings 

A Different Kind of Adventure

It was completed until someone requested more!    18+    8,159 words    M/F, explicit     Size kink fantasy    Third person POV

Rules of the Street

Standalone WIP (gifted to my friend Keeshya6)   Probably will be 18+ eventually     7,359 words    M/F faerie    Third person POV

One Last Ride

50-Word short story published in the anthology: “Postcards from Foolz” by Raconteur Press, available on Kindle Unlimited or hard copy on Amazon.

A Parallel Agenda (working title)

No link because this is my first manuscript for publication! Third person POV, multiple POV novel. Young adult/New adult. ~100k words. Hope to begin early scene reveals in 2023!

Mando x FReader

CW: canon-typical violence, spoilers for S3

“Look,” Paz cooed in awe, cupping your skull and turning your head by force. “The Great Forge.”

All you could do was nod. There’d been a forge on the covert’s hideout planet as well, tucked away in the caverns. But you’d been inside the caverns near the end of your stay and there was no way it could have housed something like this. Calling the Great Forge massive was laughable understatement; it rivaled even the industrial machinery you’d worked alongside in the spice mines. There were huge, ornate furnaces, around any one of which dozens of armorers could have crafted Beskar ore. You could almost hear the air ring with the ghostly music of a hundred hammers.

Of all the people Paz could have chosen to stand with the moment he witnessed– perhaps for the first time– the center of his entire culture, he stood by you. Your open mouth reflected in his visor as you spoke.

“Why?”

Paz tilted his helmet and watched you for a few moments before shrugging.

“I have seen too much loss. It is a hard sacrifice.”

“I didn’t see you shying away from pummeling Axe.” You quirked up at him.

Around you, Mandalorians clicked on their spotlights and meandered through the cavern, staring in awe at the Forge. You couldn’t blame them, you hadn’t been able to close your jaw since Paz had forced your head to look.

“I will never shy away from him,” he growled and crossed his arms. “We must establish a hierarchy among us.”

“But not with me?” Your heart slowed with every moment that you were not consumed by the planet. Grogu was stomping around after Din up ahead, lighting the way with a row of spotlights on the droid’s head. You were alright. Everyone was alright. In the distance, the familiar sound of jetpacks filled the air. More survivors, perhaps.

“You are my friend,” Paz said simply. So simply that it sounded as though he was explaining something to an idiot.

Mando x FReader

CW: ohhhhh this one starts off spicy! Oral, rimming, orgasm denial

Apologies for the delay in updating! Been working through my emotions. Gross. This is no longer a WIP, but a finished work on Ao3.

“Night Owls,” Bo Katan said tensely, pulling her rangefinder forward.

You skipped back a step as her old crew– Axe Woves, included– immediately followed suit. Impressive, considering the venom with which they had greeted her on Plazir-15 and the stubborn attitudes they’d held onto after Bo Katan had reclaimed the Dark Saber.

“Flanking left,” Axe said reflexively, eyes pinned on the horizon.

You squinted into the sun and tried to make out what they were staring at. Clearly the advanced technology in their helmets put them at an advantage, though you still didn’t think anyone should have to wear them full time.

“Get back,” Din murmured, taking your wrist to pull you behind him.

Normally, you’d have taken issue with a command like that, when everything in your training told you to be right up front, but Grogu’s ears were planing sideways and he reached one paw toward you.

“No worries, kid,” you wrinkled your nose and winked at him as you shook free of Din’s hand and whipped your rifle over your shoulder. “This is the fun part.”

Grogu gurgled, uncertain, but his ears perked up.

You clicked open the rifle’s action to check the bolt charge and let it snap shut. “Pointy end toward danger,” you murmured, angling the barrel toward the ground in front of you.

Mando x FReader, 18+, explicit

Chapter word count: ~7000

Snippet:

Your toe thunked mindlessly against the back of Din’s seat as he rechecked the flight path to Mandalore, where you’d be arriving in a few hours. Given the chance, you’d have annoyed Bo Katan instead, but Grogu’s massive droid was currently positioned over her shoulder.

Din grabbed your foot and gave it a squeeze, your second such warning. If you chose to continue, he might turn completely around in your seat to glare at you.

You booted his seat back again and he turned.

You cracked a smile into his visor and twirled your fingers in a flirtatious greeting that he ignored. He knew better than to say anything, which would have only given you more ammunition to pester him with. Getting into verbal sparring matches was your new method of flirting these days, testing the waters to see just how far you could go before you poked Din or yourself in those still-tender feelings.

He grabbed your ankle and held on.

“So the drop crew…” you said into the silence.

Both Mandalorians peered sideways at you. Din sighed and released your ankle, preferring the annoyance of your foot to your pestering him about leaping from the ship while it was still in the air.

You leaned forward, as if it would help your cause. “I just think that I–”

“No,” Din answered.

“It’s just that–”

“No,” he repeated.

You thunked against the backrest of your seat. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

Din tamped down decades of training and allowed himself to be pinned, hands crossed under your sweating palms. You jerked the back of his shirt up so roughly that it burned the skin of his back, and used the ends to bind his wrists.

Your night-dark pupils disappeared behind your lids as you leaned on his forearms and panted through your nose. There was some aspect of this that was necessary, no matter how much you shied from the intimacy.

“ Mesh’la, ” he murmured.

“Don’t call me that.”

At least your eyes had opened, though they watched him with more vehemence than Din preferred. But you’d set a ground rule and that was a step in the right direction.

Din cracked a tiny grin. “What do I call you?”

You shook your head slowly, closing your eyes once more.

Din tested your weight on his forearms and they snapped open as you shoved him to the ground again.

“What do I call you?” he asked again, softly.

A hardness settled into your gaze and your thighs tightened on his sides as you sat up slowly, fingers caressing burning lines up the inside of his elbows… biceps… settling on his pecs. They plucked at his nipples until they peaked and began to tingle and ache. Din wriggled under the foreign sensation, debating whether he enjoyed it or not.

“Call me Abantis,” you murmured.

You smirked as Din stumbled back, blocking your latest swing with luck alone, and forcing Bo Katan against the bulkhead. Maybe playing with her wasn’t so bad.

In fact it could be a whole lot better.

Maybe you could kick the shit out of her once– respectfully, of course. You were Abantis, after all, and petty brawls were beneath you.

“Time’s up,” Din panted, holding you at the point of his stick.

You frowned at him, brow scrunched in confusion, but he shook his head and the set of his shoulders brooked no argument. He held his hand out for your stick, which you smacked against his palm with a little too much aggression to be considered good conduct. He even snatched the one Bo Katan had grabbed, despite her eye-roll.

Tension filled the space between you and she when Din stepped away and not even the clatter of wood against the metal bulkhead could shake it. Somewhat more effective was Din using the bulk of his own body to crowd you into a corner.

“Get out,” he growled.

Bo Katan released an annoyed sigh and stomped from the room.

“What the hell was–” You rolled your eyes when Din put his fingers over your lips.

“I saw the look in your eye, Mesh’la . Get it together.”

Mando x Freader, 18+, explicit

CW: explicit spice. D/s overtones, bondage, spanking, belts, deep throat oral, orgasm denial, spitting, aftercare

The post-orgasm haze stretched long, the tingling from where your bodies met creeping over your skin to wherever he touched you. Your mind took hold of his hands and his voice, using them as anchors while you floated.

It might have been only minutes later– or perhaps more– when you finally became aware of your matching breaths, of how you pulled closer to him to ward off the chill from your damp skin. Din pulled his cock free and, as you’d predicted, took several moments to finger through the fluids that leaked from between your puffy pussy lips.

“I’m cold,” you said weakly, reaching out blindly to find his face.

“I’ve got you, Mesh’la.” Strong arms encircled you and lifted you from the floor, tipping your weight so your face turned easily into the soft curve of his shoulder.

Mando x FReader, 18+

Word count: ~7k

No CW

Excerpt:

You looked up as Bo Katan entered an establishment with a single lit sign above a dark entrance, down an even darker alleyway, but Din stepped in front of you before you could see anything else. He took your chin and tipped your head to and fro.

“You got hit more than once,” he declared, swiping a finger along one of your cheekbones.

You winced and stepped aside to read the sign above the entrance. It was a droid bar. Din placed a hand on your chest like you’d been gearing up to charge inside.

“Don’t worry,” You rolled your eyes. You also made the mistake of trying to cross your arms over your chest, but there was still so much glass in your elbows that the maneuver failed hilariously and you decided to just let your arms hang at your sides. “I’m not interested in going in. If there were a way back to the ship, I’d–”

“Good. Wait here,” he said, spinning on his heel and stalking away.

He probably hadn’t meant for his cloak to snap you in the knees as he turned, but that didn’t stop you from grousing about it in your head. Fucking cloak. Fucking day.

“I could use a karking drink!” you called after him.

At least the light from the bar sign was bright enough to find most of the bigger pieces of glass. Din and Bo Katan were inside for what felt like hours, but nearly everything would feel like forever when you had a hundred million pieces of glass sticking out of you. You’d just about finished clearing one elbow of everything you could remove with your fingernails and started in on the other one when Bo Katan and Din came back out.

“Get what you need?” you asked, dropping your arms to your sides again.

“Somewhat,” Din said. He pushed a battered tankard of fluid at you, which was suspicious since he’d exited a droid-only bar just moments ago. You peered dubiously into the tankard. “Water,” Din explained.

Mando x fReader, 18+

CW: explicit sexual descriptions, D/s dynamic, orgasm control

Word count: ~10,000 (it got away from me…)

Scholars could have filled volumes from the vitriolic spew of your grumbling as you jammed your limbs into clothing that felt far too constrictive. You were halfway into a tirade that was only half-Basic, tugging your shirt over your breasts, when he planted his hand on your throat and shoved you against the wall. It was a hold a child could break, but that wasn’t the point. Din dominated your wild spirit with a velvet glove and an iron will, even now oozing raw masculine energy and beautifully honed strength. Dammit. He was perfect for you.

The cool, hard line of Beskar covering his thigh pushed insistently against your throbbing core as he leaned over you. For nearly a minute, he said nothing, but he didn’t stop you from grinding against him. You redoubled your efforts, thinking perhaps now was later , clutching his body with desperate fingers as you rocked and moaned.

Just when you thought you might crest the peak, he slid his leg from between yours and pressed his hand against your stomach to prevent you from chasing him.

Mando x FReader, 18+

Word count: ~7,300

CW: canon-typical violence

Snippet:

Paz came at you then, a wall of muscle with more strength than you’d ever possess, putting all of his effort into a single strike that you slipped past with a swirl of your weapon, cracking his knuckles along the way. And you made it look beautiful. You knew because you’d watched the masters, for years envious of their graceful strength– until you realized that they were using dance maneuvers that up until then you’d despised.

Little by little, your training had come together, until you were the master that Abantis hopefuls looked up to. Until you were the warrior that other warriors feared.

Whap! Whap!

You smacked Paz on chest and back as he stumbled nearly to his knees.

“Point!”

Paz uttered a growl of frustration that could be heard even over the annoying Mandalorian judge. He pushed to his feet and flexed his hand, testing his throbbing knuckles.

“Recover!” you shouted, prodding him with your foot as you scanned the crowd. The Mandalorians were frozen in various positions as they watched and you couldn’t spare more than a moment to search for the self-proclaimed judge.

A thorough evaluation of any warrior required that they be drawn into combat under a variety of circumstances, and so you switched your grip to mirror his and backed away. There was grit under your palms, glued in place by the sheen of sweat that dappled your brow and dampened your hands. Without it, the staff might have slipped from your grip– though Paz wouldn’t have the same issue with his leather gloves.

Your new grip invited Paz into very close combat and he might have landed a blow had he kept his hold in the center of his staff but he switched it up, instead holding it like a bat and winding up with his entire body.

Crack!

Mando x FReader, 18+

Word count: ~5,000

CW: very spicy, D/s dynamic, dirty talk, so much more

You worked him to a fevered peak, playing his arousal right to the edge of orgasm when you knew he was using every ounce of control to keep from splattering the inside of his pants with cum. He sucked in a huge breath and held it just as you fisted his throbbing cock head.

“Not yet… not before I’ve had my fun!” You teased. “Deep breaths now, breathe it out.”

He growled deep in his chest and hissed out a breath before chugging in a new one. Maker, if this was what it was like taking charge, you’d have to do it more often. His thighs were shivering uncontrollably as he huffed and puffed, the vibration sending delicious tremors through your core.

“You’re not too bad at taking instruction,” you chuckled.

For all that he ran at the mouth when teasing you, Din was speechless now, entirely consumed with driving back his climax.

“Here, I’ll make it easier,” you cooed, freeing his cock from his trousers so you could grab his balls instead.

The groan he uttered when you captured them and slowly pulled them away from his body was music to your ears– and to whoever else was listening, it probably sounded like Din was dying.

Of pleasure.

Mando x FReader, 18+

CW: minor canon-typical violence

Word count: ~5,000

Snippet:

“The water isn’t safe, Mesh’la ,” he called from the shore.

You smiled to hear his voice, arms curving outward to catch the moonlight, and continued your exercise without pause.

Din cleared his throat and tried again.

“ Mesh’la? ”

“I can hear you,” you hummed, twisting your body so your back was to him. “The water is soothing to me.”

Din studied his feet as he considered your answer. They were bare– which was not his usual practice– and sand stuck to the little tuft of hairs on top of his big toes. There were things in the lake, but he wasn’t about to question a woman who felt a planet’s energy like a physical thing. Then again, you hadn’t been here when a monster had interrupted the covert’s last helmet ceremony and eaten half a dozen Mandalorians.

“What are you doing?” he asked. His thumbs itched to loop into his utility belt, but it was sitting in the gunship around the corner, along with his weapons, armor, and armorweave. He idly traced a hole along the outside seam of his base layer pants; it had been a long time since he’d gone out unprotected like this.

“Couldn’t sleep,” you murmured, scooping an arm up to the sky while counterbalancing with the other.

That was hard to believe. You’d trained for hours with the covert every morning and he knew you’d been engaging in your own exercises outside of that. If it wasn’t a surplus of physical energy keeping you awake, then it must be–

“Something on your mind?” he ventured.

Your arms ceased their graceful motions and dropped to your sides. Unfortunately, you were still facing away from him so Din had no way to read your facial expressions.

“ Mesh’la? ”

With a heavy sigh, you began to talk– only you were still facing the opposite way and your words were lost to him. Din grumbled and took a step forward, submerging his feet up to the ankles.

“I can’t hear you,” he complained, turning the microphone sensitivity on his helmet to max.

“Come out here with me,” you called toward shore.

Din grimaced as his ears rang with the amplified power of your voice. He lowered the volume back to normal sensitivity but he wavered on the shore, uncertain.

“The water–” he stammered, wanting to rip you out of it.

“Isn’t safe, I heard you.” You raised your hand, inviting him to step in. “If anything happens, I’ll sacrifice myself like a good little Abantis.”

“That’s not funny.”

With a sigh, he stripped his base layers off and threw them unceremoniously up the beach. Of the two of you, he was now the more naked one. Why he’d even bothered, when the garments were so thin they’d have dried in a matter of minutes, was a mystery, but the water did feel rather good on his naked flesh.

You took his hand and drew him to your side. Din’s heart just about exploded when your head thumped into the cup between his shoulder and chest, fitting perfectly. Your braids were a little worse for wear after the days of training; he knew you’d steal away one morning to wash and rebraid it.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?”

He followed the jut of your chin to see an enormous moon rising in the distance, its reflection stretched long across the water’s surface. It was no meteor shower on Keeos, but it was pleasing, he supposed. Leave it to you to find something beautiful when you were trapped, nearly against your will, on yet another planet. After all your years of captivity, who could blame you?

“What’s on your mind?” he asked again.

You tucked your chin and raised your free hand to stroke absently at his stomach. Din groaned inwardly. There was nothing left to hide what your touch did to him and Din willed his cock to behave. This was serious .