Why did I get the vibes that the armourer has fucked Paz as opposed to the other way around
My favourite kind of ships are the ones where Person A appears to be an stable, social, and productive person, but has a lot of deep seeded issues that they struggle with and Person B is a feral cat of a human being with far more existential strength than anyone can understand
PAMARTHE ARC: PART 1 - THE ARRIVAL (EB TEEAK)
A/N: Do I see Pamarthe on the horizon? Oh yes I do, and to mark the arrival of an Arc I’ve been waiting to post for months, @literallydontlook has a companion piece (EXPLICIT!NSFW) dropping soon! Once more, massive thanks to my love @asta-lily for giving this a read through before I binned it completely. Hope you all enjoy and feel free to chat with me about all things Pamarthe!
Please see the notes at the end for explanations of lore mentioned and any creative liberties I’ve taken with it.
Word Count: 15k
Pairing: Din Djarin/Fem!Reader
Rating: 18+ (NO Minors)
Warings: SMUT! (unprotected sex, face-sitting, anal play, overstimulation, praise etc.)
Summary: The lead you pick up brings you, Din and the Child to a familiar planet.
You were an emotional mess.
There, you said it.
A big, fat, blubbering mess.
I think we all just want Din to look at us and caress us like he did to his new ship ;). But, that opening scene??? Major Stitches vibes. I kinda slid to the floor and melted.
DEB YOU’RE RIGHT AND YOU SHOULD SAY IT.
When he was limping out at the end using the head in a bag to hide his wounded thigh like :’) Din sweetie, Medic is gonna find out eventually.
My Art Masterlist
First time drawing Din ~17/03/21
Wherever I go, he goes. ~21/03/21
They got what they deserved. ~03/05/21
This is the way ~17/06/21
We’ll bring it in alive ~22/06/21
🏜 Stitches!Din 🏜
Here you will find my art that is just me basically fangirling over Stitches by @djarinsbeskar ~ 10/10 would recommend it’s one of my all time favourite pieces of writing and helps inspire me in my art.
Polite Din™️. ~WIP
Speeder bike Din~ WIP
You finally found a Mandalorian and you killed him?~ WIP
You are a Mandalorian~ WIP
⭐️ Boba Fett⭐️
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In light of the… events of today (namely, the fandom’s collective gasp at ✨him✨ can I please remind everyone that Iz has an entire (!!!!) Stitches!Din collection in her incredible, unbelievably detailed style that has me drooling over every frame as I super zoom in to heavy breathe on it like a creep.
I’m pre-emtively warning all of you that with the inspritation Iz has been given with the newest episode, none of us stand a chance.
Oh god I just read exploration part 6 again and fuuuuccckkk. I need to lay down. 🥵🥵🥵
God I love that part so much 😭😭
“I trust you too” was literally with me from the moment I first started planning Stitches so it definitely has a really special place in my heart.
Pls have all the daydreams of hot, post-adrenaline sex with Stitches!Din to save a life
That episode did something too me!! 🥵🥵
Pls join the support group of whores who are currently trying to relocate their puthys after they were catapulted into oblivion after that episode
First thought when Mando was hurt: Where is his Medic!!!!!!
RIGHT??? Like Din, Paz isn’t gonna suck your dick after patching you up– you’re missing out.
Um excuse me Rachel ☝️yes hi- that snippet you provided earlier has me literally gasping for mandomedic. GASPING. Oh boy, after today I’m literally on the edge of my seat for Stitches!Din and his medic. 😩
Izzzzzzzzz omg I’ve actually got so much of this part done too, injured Din got me FIRED TF UP. WHERE was Medic that entire episode smh (jk I know where she is but I can’t spoil that for you sksksksksks)
I just hope that there’s a mini Mando and Yodito reunion in the next episode. Also, when Din showed up, I started singing “A Spaceman Came Traveling” because I associate that song with him
Oh my goooooood! That is one of my all-time favourite Christmas songs!!! It has such Din energy, you’re so right bestie omg– I’m going to listen to it now.
Maybe he can get a bigger ship that the little ship can dock in 👁👄👁💧
Lowkey a bit of a spoiler, but I have plans for him to get a YT-2400 in Stitches because dammit, girls, they need a bed and a space where Din can walk with his arms streched out and not be touching the walls.
I love how we’re all concerned about how we can have ship sex now.
Petition to get Mandomedic a bed is DEAD IN THE WATER
SOBBING FR FR
This is how much I LOVE stitches: when he burned himself I heard the “What did you do to yourself this time?” in my head. I love that little family in my head is all canon can’t change my mind
The way I’M GOOFY GRINNING RN
This is so sweet because this is EXACTLY the same reaction I had! Like “Din she gonna scold you big time” and then I waited… and waited… and waited… and was like “huh our girl must be a tad busy she’s still not in the frame” BC MANDOMEDIC ARE FR A COUPLE
I wouldn’t mind half and half…. I’m super dying after that episode 😂 of course we will wait if you need more time too
Not to worry darling anon! Editing is going well today, so I should have the next part up in the next few days!
Have you seen episode 5 of the book of Boba? Can we get your thoughts?? I'm so hyped that we might see a mythosaur next season. And! Even more hyped that we'll probably see grogu next week 😭😭😭
Gather close, younglings. Let’s all have a nice conversation on Episode 5 because holy moly does that man know how to act with only his voice.
My favourite thing - and I am so bloody grateful for this - that they gave Din the space to be himself in this episode. There’s been a lot of speculation as to his attitude post-Grogu (reunite them asap pls) being either mopey or cold.
What we see in this episode is Din existing. There are wonderful nods to the lingering softness that Grogu stamped on his heart and mind while also remaining a hugely capable bounty hunter.
The profound sadness that can easily go unnoticed unless you’re looking for it permeated the entire 50 minutes and a lot of that sadness came (not just from physical reminders of Grogu) but from certain phrases and speech patterns that Din a) used with Grogu (to the little droid when he did a good job) b) are a result of growth because of Grogu (his identifying a singular foundling to the armourer thus bringing his own identity to the forefront whereas before he was a nameless, faceless Mandalorian/his patience with the Jawas and even tipping them vs S1) and c) silent communication to express the loneliness that Din now inadvertently is facing (the desperation of being declared dar'manda vs the isolation he might face)
I don’t wanna completely go off on a rant because idk if I’ll be able to stop but I would love to hear other people’s opinions/their favourite parts etc etc!
I just kept thinking - he needs his medic right now!!!
Bestie fr fr same, when he was limping I was like WHeRE iS SHe??W? WHOMST is caring for him??? Paz VISZLA??
hi bestie. Don’t know if I can influence you in ANY way but getting a new crumb of stitches would make my excellent day even more excellent 🥺 love u thank u bye!
Hello my darling!
I’ve gotten a few requests for some snippets and I’m so sorry I’ve been MIA with answering them!
Please accept this as my deepest apologies along with the promise that I’m going to post part of the next chapter by the weekend 🧡
For a man who did most of his dealings in cantinas, Din looked anything but comfortable sitting in one.
His current discomfort might have had something to do with the jarring attack of affection by the landlady upon his entry, something he was distinctly not accustomed to in most cantinas. Even the thought of Karga greeting him that way made him shudder in dread.
Or…perhaps more accurately, it might be because this was the third – no, fourth – man to approach his table. Brass-balled and – in Din’s mind – lascivious as they greeted you in that same lilting language that you responded to in kind.
‘Lascivious’ might be a bit strong a word.
But precise terminology was the last thing on Din’s mind as his protective ire simmered with a supressed grown when that same man – tattooed with the antlers of your clan – placed a warm, bare hand to the back of your neck.
Who the fuck was he to touch you?
His kitten, his medic, his woman.
Maker, he sounded possessive. He grimaced internally, wrangling that beast inside him to heel. Different culture, different culture, different culture… he chanted to it to calm it down.
It didn’t help that this whelp was looking at you with friendly, familiar eyes and only turning them to the warrior once he drank his fill of you.
Din cocked his head sharply, his beast pulling the chain taut with a snap of teeth.
Girls I was planning on posting Stitches on the 1 year anniversary but this episode has me acting up and wondering if I should just post the first half of the chapter sooner and the second part on the anniversary
I’m never going to emotionally recover from this
Hello lovelies! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA but I can promise that I’ve been working both on the newest Stitches instalment as well as the original rewrite of A Sensual Summoning in that time~
Since Stitches’ anniversary is Feb 6th, that’s the date I have planned for the next part to be released. I’ve seen all your messages and lovely words and I treasure them all! I will get to my inbox sometime this week so we can get back to clownery and thirsting over our favourite metal man 🥰❤️
@djarinsbeskar better be lying.
WHO IS THE DUDE FROM THE MENTALIST?! You mean my soulmate? Marcus “today is a good day to respect women” Alexander Pike???? THAT DUDE?!
ren…. you know rachel, she exaggerates!! pssssh i would never forget your man!!!!
(@djarinsbeskar i will find u. and i will cut u)
Receipts!! Don’t @ me @heartsofbeskar
Part Two - Duty
Summary: He’s fast asleep; unlike you, mulling over the events of the night - having been left feeling completely empty despite being full of his seed.
| Part One |
The door had closed behind him with a harsh and foreboding clunk. This sound had signaled the seal of your fate, as it closed itself around your ears as tightly as the metal figure of the door fit its frame.
The light was low, casting an eerie shadow against the centurion of Beskar that now stalked towards you.
“I’m aware that this arrangement wasn’t any more your choice than it was mine.”
His voice shakes you as it leaves; somehow it sounded less gruff when surrounded by the acoustics of the spire in which your ceremony had been held - the only time he’d ever uttered a word to you, previously.