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You Were Marked: Days Sixteen to Nineteen, Part I

pairing: din djarin x fem!O/C   

word count: 4.4K  

chapter summary: Fennec feels worn out, Din feels hungover, and Marathel doesn’t know how to feel 

warnings:  fluff, angst, mention of blood and injury, rape aftermath, English and Mando’a cursing   

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Fennec was very, very tired.  She hadn’t had a full night’s sleep since meeting this Marathel woman, who currently lay tranquilized on the cot before her.  Marathel, who tried so hard to make herself as unobtrusive as possible, had instead sent the palace into an uproar.  The silver-haired woman collected champions everywhere she went.  Silnima was ready to adopt her as well as make her chief baker, if Marathel wished.  Din Djarin was obviously completely in the most stupid variety of love with her, and right behind the Mandalorian, Cobb Vanth was hurriedly catching up in the adoration race.  Boba had admitted to her that even he found her charming, and he was ready to jump into any fray to protect her, like an old mobster uncle would protect his favorite niece.   

It might have been more amusing if Marathel was actually manipulative.  Marathel was not.  She was in fact so simple she was straight.  She had no guile, no artifice whatsoever.  Cobb had mentioned to Fennec that he thought of her as a full-grown child who had dropped from the sky, an apt description if there ever was one.  Everything was black and white in Marathel’s world.  She had a child’s sensibility, a child’s gullibility, almost to the point where Fennec wondered if the woman even had object permanence. 

Fennec had just witnessed another emotional breakdown from Marathel, the reasons for which were still unknown to Fennec.  Marathel had been lying quietly, appearing to be deep in thought, before she suddenly began to weep, and had become hysterical enough to require intervention from the medi-droid.  Obviously — at least to Fennec — it was all somehow the Mandalorian’s fault.  The fact that Din had both cleared the room and turned the lights off led Fennec to believe that he had: one, removed his helmet, and two, most likely kissed her, and three, probably told her he loved her.  Both apparently had trouble with complex emotions, but at least Din should know better than to run in, declare his love like a soldier heading off to war, and run out as if a Hoth blizzard were approaching.  At least give the woman a chance to reply, thought Fennec.  After Din had left — having given her a handful of the Aurodium coins — Fennec had turned the lights back on in the med-bay to see a flushed and bewildered Marathel, sitting up on her elbow, her hand to her mouth, and tears in her eyes as the sounds of Grogu screaming “MAMA!” reverberated through the ship.   

Then the ship began take-off, which shifted Marathel from bewilderment to panic until the ship ceased quaking and began to fly smoothly.  Marathel had then commented that the persistent engine noise was somehow soothing to her, and she began to relax enough to rest.   

It was shortly after this that Marathel’s latest crying jag occurred, and Fennec was nearly out of patience.  After Marathel was tranquilized, Fennec left the med-bay in search of the Modifier, who was in the cockpit with the pilot.  The pilot looked like the average mercenary: faceless, nameless, and uninterested in the cargo. 

“Is the commotion all over?” asked the Modifier. 

“It’s never over with that woman,” mumbled Fennec.   

“Something new offended her delicate sensibilities?” Fennec sighed, and reminded herself that Marathel was doing her level best to cope.  Then the Modifier asked, “Did the Mandalorian provide payment?”  Fennec flicked her eyes to the back of the pilot’s head.  The Modifier nodded.  Some things were never discussed in front of a mercenary, regardless of how inconspicuous they were. 

Din awoke in Marathel’s bed alone, curled up on his side, his mouth feeling as if he’d chewed on a Jawa all night.  His nose was stuffed up, his neck was sore, and although his visor kept out the blinding light of the two suns, his eye sockets were throbbing with the dehydration headache.  He felt around him, looking for Grogu, for Cobb, or even the Jawa he believed he was chewing on.  But he was alone, and the door to Marathel’s room was shut tight.   Din scooted over to the edge of the bed to peer at the side table, which held a large, beautiful pitcher of glorious looking water, several hydration powder packets, and a glass. 

Silently thanking Silnima, Cobb, Frith, whomever had left him this morning-after gift, Din drank the entire pitcher along with all the hydration powder, took a runner-beast-sized piss, and had a quick hot shower to cook out the remainder of the booze from his pores.   

Feeling human again, he straightened up Marathel’s bed, smoothing the sheet over her pillow.  He sat in her padded chair to pull on his boots when he noticed items on her large treatment table that had not been there yesterday: a large, waxed bag that looked as if it contained sweets, three large hanks of yarn, a big ball of near-white fluffy wool, knitting needles, and two jars of dark honey.  Set off to one side of these items was a new pair of shoes.  The shoes were an ankle-high slip-on style in a deep grey leather, flat-heeled, simple, and very appropriate for someone like Marathel.  There was a tiny scuff on the outside of one of the shoes, a few grains of sand on the inside of the other.  Din had a fleeting desire to smell the inside of her shoe.  That’s weird, right?  Yeah, that’s just weird.  I’m still drunk.  Din stood, making sure his bandolier was properly buckled, and his blasters were properly positioned on his hips.  He lifted his helmet and held it above his head to put it on when his eyes fell on Marathel’s shoes again.  He dropped his helmet into one arm, grabbed Marathel’s left shoe and took a deep whiff.   

Well, that was disappointing.  All he could smell was new leather.  With a laugh, Din put down her shoe, wondering if he would have preferred her feet to smell badly or not. He put on his helmet and opened the door.  Cobb was leaning against the opposite wall, drinking from a mug of caf. 

“How are you feeling, friend?” asked Cobb. 

“Better now.  Thank you for the water.” 

“That wasn’t me,” said Cobb with a shrug.   “I just supplied the hydration packets.” 

Din looked up and down the corridor.  “Where’s Grogu?” 

“With the other palace kids.” 

“How did he seem?” 

Cobb shrugged again.  “Subdued.”  He smiled wryly.  “He ended up between us, and we had positioned ourselves like a little fort around him.  Our arms made the roof.”  He raised his eyes to Din’s visor.  “It was quite nice. It felt good.  Made me a … little jealous of Marathel.”  Cobb went silent for a few moments, and then he took a drink from his caf.  “Look, I gotta head back to Freetown.  I trust the new deputy only so far, and I really have no reason to hang around if I can’t get my arm worked on.” 

Din remained silent.  Both men stood still for a while before Din reached out to take Cobb’s arm.  Pulling himself close to Cobb, Din whispered, “You’d leave me?” 

Cobb’s eyes went wide, but after a moment’s thought, he squinted his eyes and said, “You’re pullin’ my chain.” 

“Mostly,” said Din.  “I need to go find buyers for the Aurodium, and I need a distraction for Grogu.”  Din’s hand went to Cobb’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.  “Come with us.” 

“Uh … no.  I’m not stepping off this planet.  Jumping around the vacuum of space in a tiny metal box is my personal vision of hell.  Not even you can change my mind.”  Cobb lifted Din’s hand from his shoulder and held it.  “But give me updates on Marathel.  And … consider her staying here for a while when she’s better.”  Closer to me.  “The palace is a controlled environment for her.  Out there … I think it’s hard for her to feel safe.” Cobb dropped Din’s hand.  “She was scared of a Trandoshan she saw in Mos Espa.” 

“She should at least be cautious.  They’re assholes.”  Din nodded.  “You’re right, though.  Here at the palace Marathel would have only a limited number of people to contend with.  She’d be safe, even if I’m not here.  And Silnima can help her have a purpose.  Marathel is not one to be idle.” 

Cobb grinned. “And she now knows where to buy yarn.” 

Under the helmet Din was smiling too.  “Thanks to you.”  He leaned forward and hugged Cobb, hard.   

Cobb squeezed back, and in Din’s ear, he whispered, “Love her.”  Din drew back.  “What?” 

Din shook his head.  “That’s what … the Dahl told me.  Rodanthe.  I figured … I imagined it.  That she’d growled and my brain turned it into words.  But she hadn’t made a sound.” 

Cobb tilted his head.  “That was something you mentioned last night.” 

“I did?”  Din reached under his cuirass and scratched the bite mark; it was suddenly itchy. “I guess it wasn’t a dream after all.” 

“You don’t think it’s strange?”  asked Cobb.  “That this —Rodanthe critter ‘talks’ to you and then the next day Marathel can seemingly control you?” 

Din scoffed.  “The whole damn thing is strange.  A woman can bond with an animal on a biological – chemical – neurological manner to the point where she allegedly loses physical control and goes into a heat cycle?  And drags me into it as well?”  Din looked up and down the hall.  Seeing no one, Din leaned in towards Cobb.  “She could barely look at me at first, and the next thing I know, she’s wrapping her legs around me and climbing me like a damn tree.” 

“And I’m sure you fought that little wildcat as long as you could,” Cobb said with a smirk, but then he sobered.  “You can’t think she’s been manipulating you.” 

“I know she’s not telling me everything.”  Din scratched the bite wound again.  “I know she’s lied to me.  I probably … shouldn’t have told her I love her yesterday.” 

Cobb rolled his eyes.  “Someone’s got morning-after guilt,” he said with a sigh.  “Look.  You need to fence those coins.  She needs to get better.  Then you two must seriously talk.  And I recommend not starting with, ‘Marry me’. Or whatever it is you Mandalorians do.” 

“Oh? What should I start with?” 

“I suggest you tell her about the land mine to your sack.  That should give you two a lot to talk about.” Cobb shifted sideways. “We should both get going, you know.”  The two men clasped each other’s hands, and Cobb began to walk towards the landing tunnel, whistling.  After about 5 meters or so, Cobb turned and said, “Man, you didn’t even tell me about the land mine.  That’s classic.”  Din shot him the finger, and Cobb walked off, laughing. 

After Cobb had left, Din heard the pounding of feet and happy shrieks of children coming from the opposite direction.  He turned, and a whole passel of kids were running full tilt straight for him; one of the taller girls was carrying Grogu on her shoulders.  Upon seeing Din, Grogu squealed and leapt from the girl’s shoulders to Din’s arms, doing a forward flip in mid-air.  The other children cheered; the noise went right through Din’s helmet and exploded somewhere behind his hung-over eyeballs.  One of the boys yelled, “Let’s get something to eat!”, leading the other kids to run to the kitchen.   

Grogu bounced on Din’s arm, chanting, “Mama? Mama?  Mama?” while slapping Din’s cuirass with his little hand.   

Din took hold of Grogu’s hand, shaking his head.  “We haven’t heard anything yet, little guy.” 

Grogu scowled and jerked his hand away.  “MAMA!”  

“I want to know how she is just as much as you do, buddy, but … Mama needs to go far away for a little while.  She needs special doctors who can help her.  Special … secret doctors.” 

Grogu grunted, his face in a deep frown.  “See-kit.” 

“See-kit, that’s right,” said Din, a flush of pride going through him at Grogu saying another word.  That’s my boy.  Din held Grogu close, pressing his helmet to the little green fuzzy head.  “What say we go fly while we wait?” 

“Fy!” 

“Wizard.  Let’s go.” 

Fennec got a message from the medi-droid that Marathel was waking up.  She got into the room just in time to see Marathel roll to her side, rubbing her eyes.  Fennec sat back down on the stool next to the cot.  “Doing better?”  Marathel still looked distressed, but she nodded.  “Can you tell me what upset you so much?” 

Marathel swallowed and closed her eyes.  “He lied to me.  The Bounty Hunter.” 

We’re back to calling him Bounty Hunter.  Dank ferrik.  “What did he lie to you about?” 

“The Bounty Hunter still had the coins.  He was … he was supposed to give them to his covert, but he still had them!” 

Fennec sighed inwardly.  “He gave me some of the coins to pay for your treatment, wherever it is we’re going.” 

“But he’s not supposed to still have them!  Why would he lie to me about what he was going to do? “ 

Maker, save me.  “Marathel … please consider that there is a perfectly logical explanation.” 

Marathel sniffled.  “Like what?” 

“Perhaps the covert wouldn’t accept them.  Those coins are … very old, and they don’t exactly work as money anymore.  Perhaps Din needs to find a buyer for the coins so he can exchange them for usable money.” 

“Then why give them to you?” 

“Well, it’s not as if we had a lot of time to figure things out.  We needed cash in hand for whomever these Reconstructionists are.  Now, please, Marathel, please try to stay calm. Try to not worry about every damn thing so much!” 

Marathel colored and looked away.  “I’m sorry,” she said, barely above a whisper.   

“Don’t be sorry.  Be calm. Be quiet, and we will all get through this,” hissed Fennec, near the end of her own rope.  

Marathel took a shaky breath.  “Yes, Fennec,” she said in such a conciliatory tone Fennec felt bad for snapping at her.  Fennec dropped her face into her hands for a while, upset herself.  Now she had these damned coins to deal with.  Either this Bishop was completely daft, or the men on that planet had no clue what those coins were worth.  When Boba had first shown them to her, Fennec insisted they first count them, just so she could feel the gold in her hands, and then they spread out the coins on the bed and … well, rolled around on them a while.  They had quite a time locating all the coins after that. 

Fennec still had no idea where they were going — the Modifier was being very tight-lipped about that — but she needed something to go on in case she needed to find buyers for the coins herself, and she was already nervous about this whole escapade going sideways. 

Fennec looked up at Marathel, who had been quiet for some time now.  Marathel’s face was as blank as fresh quarried slate.  Her eyes were unfocused, and her breathing was slow, her head slightly tilted to one side, her lips slightly parted. The slack look on her face put Fennec in the mind of someone who was mentally challenged, or in a fugue state.  Fennec shook Marathel’s arm.  “Marathel? Are you all right?” 

 Marathel’s pupils constricted, and she blinked.  “I’m fine, I’m fine, I was just … being still.” 

“That’s what you mean by be still?  You just… check out and go into a near-trance?” 

“Yes, it … it quiets the mind when they… make you do things to them.” 

“Make you do things to whom, Marathel?” 

Marathel took a shaky breath.  “The Elders … the Bishop, of course.” 

Fennec felt uneasy.  “Even before you left the Hold?” 

“Ever since I can remember,” said Marathel, matter-of-factly.  Fennec nodded.  She thought so, but it was still painful for her to have it confirmed.  No wonder Marathel was so wounded.  The poor woman’s never had a damn chance.  Fennec was wracked with guilt for her unkind thoughts about the silver-haired woman.  “Fennec?  Don’t pity me.” 

Fennec nodded again, and angrily swiped her knuckles under her eyes. “I should check your wounds.” 

“Fennec ...” said Marathel, reaching for her hand.  “My wounds are not getting worse, nor will they get better with anything you can do.  Just … sit with me, please.”  Fennec held Marathel’s hand, and in her eyes, Fennec could only see a kind of … sad tranquility that spoke of defeat. “Tell me again what I’m to say if they question me.” 

“You’re to say that you managed to escape from a Red Room; that you don’t know where you are, or how you got there.” 

“Yes, a Red Room.  I couldn’t remember.  I was thinking Dark Room.  What is a Red Room?” 

“I don’t think you need to know that, Marathel.” 

“I think I should know … I should know about what lies I need to tell.” 

Fennec sighed.  “A Red Room is where … people pay to watch and/or participate in the torture and killing of … another person.” 

Marathel furrowed her brow.  “Why in the name of Frith do things like that exist?” 

“It’s a sick, sad, galaxy.  I’d like to say it’s gotten better recently, but … not really.” 

“Is a Red Room always red?  Or is it named … because of the blood spilled there?”  Marathel sighed.  “I suppose that doesn’t matter.”  She closed her eyes for a moment.  “I miss my little hut.  Life was so simple there.  Make bread, set traps for food.  Weave if I wanted, pick flowers if I wanted, do flat-out nothing if I wanted.  Even when … Din and Grogu showed up, it was still such a lovely uncomplicated life.  Made them meals, sewed their clothes.  Made them bread.  I made more bread for those two in that short time than I would ever make for myself in three moon cycles, those greedy guts.”  Both women chuckled.  “And I got to pretend I had my own family.  We had fun, the three of us.  I even got to hear Din laugh.” 

Fennec pulled a face.  “I don’t believe that man knows how to laugh.” 

“He did!  He laughed at me; that’s why I had to throw eggs at him.”  Marathel launched into the story of the morning she wore her yellow dress and ended up in a tree because she had the temerity to scold a Jedi toddler.  By the time Marathel was demonstrating where Din’s hands had ended up on her breasts as she dropped down from the lowest branch, Fennec was near howling with laughter.  “So, I chucked an egg right at his helmet.  Splat!” 

“Oh, kriffing hell!  Then what?” 

“He said that I should be a … oh, what did he say … a storm …?” 

“A Stormtrooper?” 

“Yes!  What is that?” 

“A soldier of the most useless variety.” 

Marathel frowned.  “Should I have been insulted by that?” 

“Absolutely you should have.” 

Marathel giggled.  “Good thing I hit him with another egg and told him to piss up a rope.”  Fennec laughed.   “I stomped all the way back to my hut; I was that angry.  Later, Grogu brought me flowers, and Din brought me my favorite fruit to apologize.  No man had ever given me a gift before.”  Marathel smiled.  “The next day, Din made me breakfast.  The man made a meal for me.  Never had I considered a man would do such a thing.  We weren’t allowed to eat what we made for the men, not even the scraps from their plates.  But Din cooked for me.” 

Fennec smiled as well.  And we’re back to calling him Din.  “Men can be different when they’re from other places.” 

Marathel was silent for a while.  “I didn’t even know that there were other places until Din told me.  I didn’t believe him.  How was I supposed to understand that a tiny point of light in the sky was another big place like the one I lived on?” 

“Well, not all those points of light are planets.  There are also stars.” 

“He said that too, but I don’t know what a star is.  I don’t understand half of everything he said to me.  He probably thought I was quite dumb, which is true … I don’t know much.”  Marathel sighed.  “When he asked me to come with him, it terrified me, because I knew I would only be a burden to him.” 

“Din asked you to leave your planet with him?” 

“Yes … we had been digging clams, even though clams make him sick, but he didn’t tell me that.  I was dancing in the water with Grogu, and Din put his arm around me, held me close …  and said I should go with him and leave the Aurodium behind.” 

My, my. “But you said no.” 

“What else in Frith was I supposed to say?  I was already ruined, I’m … nothing.  I’m plain, fat, and stupid.  Sullied.  Filth.”  Marathel sobbed, tears running down her face.  She rolled over to her side and curled up in despair.  “And I knew I was going to finally die — just sooner than later — but I also knew if I could help him in some way, then … my life could have meant something to someone.  Even just for a few days, to a frightening man made of metal and his little green boy.  I love Grogu so much, Fennec.  And he’s calling me Mama.  He shouldn’t be doing that.  Not someone like me.” Marathel was weeping again, to her dismay.  She was so tired of weeping but could not stop any more than she could stop her slow loss of blood.  Fennec held Marathel’s hand and said nothing.  She had heard things like Marathel spoke of before, and no number of words to the contrary would change Marathel’s mind in her current state.  Not all fears or hurts or ugly thinking could be slayed with logic.  

After some time, when Marathel’s current storm seemed to have passed, Fennec asked, “So, what did Din say to you when he came in here?” 

Marathel sniffled and scrubbed her nose with her hand.  “Well, he turned off the lights, and then I felt something heavy drop on my lap.  It wasn’t until he was kissing me that I realized it was his helmet.” 

Fennec gave a small smile.  “So, he did kiss you.” 

Marathel’s cheeks flushed.  “Did you know how heavy those helmets are?  I thought he tossed a rock on me.” 

Fennec rolled her eyes with a chuckle.  “So, he did kiss you.” 

Marathel shyly dropped her gaze.  “Yes.” 

“And what did he say?” 

“He said …” Marathel took a breath.  “He said, ‘I love you, Marathel, ma’mwsh ha’laa, nothing else matters.’” 

“And what does ma’mwsh ha’laa mean again?” 

“‘Wounded acorn.’” 

Fennec chuckled again.  “That’s so adorable it’s almost sickening.  What was the kiss like?” 

Marathel frowned.  “Hard.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“Hard.  He pressed his mouth very hard to mine.”  Marathel put her fingers to her own lips; they were almost tingling with the memory.  “But I could tell he had a mustache.  And I touched his cheek; he had facial hair, and his skin was soft.  He had told me his eyes were brown, and I saw his brown hair once, briefly … he was throwing up the clams in the tall grass, and I could just see the top of his head.” 

Fennec wasn’t about to tell her she had gotten a glimpse of him without his helmet; it probably would upset her, and Din wasn’t looking his particular best at the time, what with the concussion and the blood everywhere. “Din doesn’t sound like he’s very good at kissing.” 

“I wouldn’t know.  Kissing is only for Diwhyns and babies where I’m from.”  Marathel glanced sideways at Fennec.  “I suppose Boba is a good kisser?” 

Fennec’s head snapped up.  “Excuse me?” 

Marathel squeezed Fennec’s hand.  “Boba Fett is good to you, isn’t he?” 

It was Fennec’s turn to blush.  “I didn’t think we were that obvious.” 

“Well, I noticed.  And if I noticed, I’m sure Cobb did too.”  Fennec groaned.  “And Silnima knows too, but I don’t think anything gets past that woman.” 

“And that’s why she’s such a good Headwoman.   She would love it if you’d stay at the palace once you’re well.  She has designs on you being her chief baker.”  

Marathel curled her lip.  “I don’t know if I want to be a kitchen drudge for the rest of my life.” 

“No one’s talking about forever, just for right now, for kriff’s sake.” Fennec sighed.  “So how do you feel about Din?  Do you share his feelings?” 

Marathel thought for a while before answering.  “I told him that I loved him before I went into the Hold; at least, as much as I knew how to love anyone.  I know that I’m grateful for him, grateful that he took me away from there.  But … it’s … it’s his Creed I’m having trouble with.” 

Fennec frowned.  “What do you mean?” 

“The day before he took me to the Hold, I asked him if he would take off his helmet, that he could have me if he wished,” — Fennec frowned at this — “but … without the helmet, so that I would have his face as a last memory.  He said no, of course.  He told me that his affection for me was less than his devotion to his Creed.  And I suppose I understood that, but then … he asked if I would sleep next to him, so he could hold me, caress me while he slept.  Fondle me.  As if I were only a toy.  Not a person.  Certainly not an equal.”  Marathel sighed.  “Perhaps he does love me, but … I’m afraid I will always be in the shadow of his Creed.  That shadow may be too cold for me to bear.” 

“Well, Marathel, that’s certainly a valid thing for you to feel.”  Fennec patted her arm.  “It seems like you two have much to discuss.” 

“I wouldn’t know how to even begin.” 

“The truth is usually the best place to start.  But … for now I suggest you concentrate on what’s coming up with these Reconstructionists.  Okay?”  Marathel nodded, then sat up enough to hug Fennec hard.  Fennec hugged her back.  “It’s going to be okay, Marathel.” 

“I hope so.”  And she did. 

Future Days: coming soon

#you were marked #din djarin #f!oc #fluff #angst #tw sexual assault #tw blood #tw injury #2k~5k #multi chapter #ongoing

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Good Girls Are Quiet

aka riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade like there’s no tomorrow

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Main Masterlist | Din Djarin Masterlist

Author’s note: I just want to preface this by saying this is filthy. That is all.

Summary: At the Outlander Club on Coruscant, you try to help Din capture a bounty. But when the bounty makes a move what belongs to Din, that just won’t do. Din takes you a sleazy motel after and shows you just who you belong to.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Din is an apostate, bounty gets handsy with you, possessive!Din, light canon typical violence, brat taming, reader gets “punished”, rough oral sex (M receiving), slapping, cum eating, nipple play, knife kink, riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade, daddy kink, helmet comes off, spitting, vaginal sex, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart), pet names (good girl), no use of y/n

The loud music in the Outlander Club vibrates your entire body, and the smoke hanging in the air fills your lungs. Kriff, this sucks. But it was your idea to help Din distract this bounty. You’re wearing a scantily clad dress, moving through the crowd, and scanning the room for your target; a human male named Colo. You took a good look at his bounty poster before heading inside the club but you’re still going to have to be vigilant. This place is packed and he could easily slip away without you or Din noticing. 

Din’s hanging out off towards the wall to not draw too much attention to himself. He tends to do that everywhere he goes so that’s why you offered to help. And just as your eyes land on the bar, you spot Colo, sitting alone and sipping on revnog.

Now you can set your plan into motion. It’s time to flirt. 

You walk up beside him, resting an elbow on the bar and looking around with wide eyes like you’re lost or something. He notices you out of the corner of his eye and turns towards you.

“You come here often?” he asks, mouth curling into a smirk.

“No,” you say, making your voice a higher pitch, “What about you?”

“I’m a regular, baby. How about I buy you a drink and show you what’s good?

“I think I have an idea about what’s good here,” you wink, internally cringing at yourself.

Maker, please be over soon.

“Oh, really?” he says, picking up what you’re unfortunately putting down. 

He leans forward and rests his hand on your hip, slowly inching towards your ass and squeezing it.

“How about you tell me what that is?”

You open your mouth to respond but before you can, Colo is against the bar with Din pressing his vibro-blade against his neck. It all happened in a blur. The second the hand cupped your ass Din was on the move. 

“Hands off,” he growls. 

But before the fight progresses any further the bartender shouts, “Take that outside! Now!”

You’re frozen, unsure of what to do next until Din grabs your hand and physically drags you out of there. You still can’t grasp how fast all of that happened, keeping your eyes averted to the floor to avoid the stares of the club-goers before stepping outside. 

And now here you are, silently walking the streets of the lower levels. You know Din is fuming underneath his helmet but… What does he have to be mad at you for? You were just trying to help. 

“Din?” you say softly, looking up at him. The neon lights reflect off his armor and you can’t deny he looks sexy right now, especially when he’s mad. You looove to get under his skin even more. You know he likes it when you act like a brat. He can deny it all he wants but you know it’s true.

He doesn’t answer you so you continue.

“I don’t get why you’re mad. I was just trying to help,” you say matter-of-factly, folding your arms and pushing your breasts together. They threaten to spill over the low-cut neckline of your dress. And that’s when he can’t take it anymore. He grabs your hand again and drags you down the street, but he’s going in the opposite direction of the docking yard where the Razor Crest is parked.

“Where are we going?” you ask, glancing over your shoulder at the direction you should be going. 

“To teach you a lesson,” he growls, stopping at what looks like a motel, a sleazy one at that. The neon sign is broken, only a few letters lit and one of them flickering. You can’t even read what it says. He pulls you by the hand inside, and the interior is even more abysmal than the exterior. Seedy characters lurk in the shadows of the lobby, staring at you and Din while he drags you to the front desk. You’re so stunned by his actions. Din never does stuff like this. He prefers to sleep in the comfort of the Crest where he’s in control of his surroundings. Not left at the mercy of whatever goes on at night in this sleazy motel.

You don’t question it when he gets a room for tonight, anxious to see where the night takes you. 

“Room one hundred and three. Down the hallway on your right.”

He takes the room key from the front desk worker and heads down the hallway, the lights flickering above you. He stops at a door, unlocks it, and shoves you inside. As soon as the door is closed he presses you up against it, bringing his helmet by your ear.

“Do you know why you need to be punished?” he growls, a hand sliding up your waist.

“...No.”

“Really?” he says with a low chuckle, “Maybe I need to help you remember.”

He grabs you by the waist and drags you over to the bed, setting you down on the edge. He stands in front of you, the bulge in his flight suit directly in your face. He grabs your chin, angles your face up towards his visor, and says, “Now, cyar’ika. Tell me why you’re getting punished.”

You try to look at the bulge that’s so close to your face by moving your head slightly. But he grips your chin tighter and teases you, “Nope. Eyes up here, slut.”

“For… for flirting with that guy at the club.”

“That’s right. I think you need to be reminded about who you belong to.”

You gulp and the hand not holding your chin pulls his cock free from his flight suit. 

“Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he says, pulling you towards his groin. You open your mouth wide and keep your tongue flat, taking his length in your mouth. He thrusts back into you, forcing his cock down your through as far as it’ll go. Tears spring in the corners of your eyes but you keep going, trying your best to be a good girl for him. His hands move to either side of your face as you bob your head up and down. 

You look up at him and his visor is fixed on you, watching his cock moving in and out of your mouth.

“You like sucking daddy’s cock?” he says, slapping you across the face. 

You moan in response, sending vibrations down his length. He curses under his breath and slams into you harder. Just when you think you can’t take it anymore he cums down the back of your throat, holding your head flush against his groin. 

“Take all of daddy’s cum like a good girl,” he commands, wiping away a tear on your cheek. 

He finally releases your head and you catch your breath. Wiping away the cum leaking from your lips you ask, “My turn?”

“Not quite,” he teases, reaching forward and pulling the comforter off the bed. You watch as he grabs his vibro-blade from his boot, activating it and plunging it through the mattress. You let out a gasp, in shock that he just ruined this motel’s mattress. 

“Din, what did you-”

“You can sit on that,” he says sternly.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You look at the blade vibrating inside the mattress and gulp before stripping your clothes and getting on the bed. You straddle the hilt of the vibro-blade, hovering over it. He moves behind you, reaching forward and cupping his hand under your mouth. 

“Spit,” he commands.

You do as you’re told, spitting into the palm of the glove. He rubs your saliva on the hilt, lubricating it for you to sit on. You take a deep breath and lower yourself on it, feeling the vibrations throughout your core. 

“Fuck yourself on it,” he says, hand returning to your chin. 

You rock your hips back and forth, just as Din’s other hand caresses the outline of your breast. He pinches your nipple between his fingertips eliciting a loud moan from you. The hand on your chin clamps down on your mouth. 

“Good girls are quiet,” he reminds you. 

You nod and let out a soft whimper, continue to fuck yourself on the hilt. 

“You have to cum on this first. Show me you’re worthy of daddy’s cock,” he continues, growling directly in your ear. He releases your mouth to take off his helmet and set it on the bed. He grabs your chin and angles your head up to face him. You catch a glimpse of him, his curls matted and his skin glistening with a layer of sweat. There’s a truly dark and primal look in his eye, watching as you writhe against him.

“Open,” he commands. 

You open wide and stick your tongue out, just as he spits directly into your mouth. Just for him to clamp it shut again and return his hand over it, making you stay quiet. 

With one last grind of your hips, the hilt is buried even deeper into you, and you can’t hold on any longer. You whimper against his gloved hand, trying to signal you’re gonna cum soon. You’re worried that if you don’t ask for permission somehow he’ll deny you your release. 

“Gonna cum?” he says, amusement in his voice. 

You whimper some more and nod incessantly. 

“Soak it.”

You cum around the hilt, your walls fluttering around the vibrating metal. You feel your wetness seep out of you, running down your thighs and onto the sheets. 

“That’s a good girl,” he praises, slowly releasing your nipple from his fingertips. He removes his hand from your mouth and pushes you forward so you’re on your hands and knees. The hilt slips out of you as you stick your ass up in the air for him, getting ready to take his cock. 

Din hooks his hands on your hips, aligning himself with your soaking wet cunt. He thrusts into you in one clean motion, cursing under his breath before pounding into you unforgivingly. 

“Who do you belong to?”

“You,” you moan out.

“Who?”

“I belong to you, daddy!” you cry out. 

“Good girl, that’s right. Daddy owns this cunt, huh?”

“Yes, daddy. It’s all yours!” you cry out again, just as he slams into you with the most force he’s used so far. You cum around his cock, pulling his own orgasm from him. He cums inside you with his cock pressed right up against your cervix, letting out a guttural moan. He pulls out of you when he’s done and you fall forward, collapsing onto the bed. The vibro-blade is still impaled in the mattress. He pulls it out and deactivates it, leaning forward and hovering over you.

“Do you understand why you were punished now?”

“Yes, daddy,” you sigh. 

“You had a big night, mesh’la. Get some rest,” he says softly, lying down beside you and rubbing your back. 

Just before sleep overtakes you, you whisper, “I don’t know… Maybe I need to act up again.”

“Oh there’s no maybe,” he chuckles, “You’ll act up again. But that just means I have to keep reminding you that you’re mine.”

“Sounds good to me,” you whisper, drifting off to sleep under Din’s touch. 

-

You wake up the next morning and get ready to check out of the motel room, weirdly missing it already. But just as you turn to leave the building, one of the housekeeping employees stops Din.

“Sir?”

Oh, this is definitely about the mattress.

You both turn around to face the worker, an older woman who seems nice enough. She continues, “I don’t want to know how exactly the mattress was damaged. But we can’t let you leave until you pay a fee.”

“Okay…” Din says awkwardly.

She leads you to the front desk and lets the employee stationed there handle the transaction. The woman whispers something in the other employee’s ear. You can only catch bits and pieces of what she said but definitely something about a weird stain on the mattress by the puncture mark. You look over at Din, who's staring directly at you. You’re sure he’s shooting daggers with his eyes under the helmet. Yeah, you’re definitely not coming back here again.

The woman sets off down the hallway to finish cleaning the mess you and Din made, just as the front desk employee says, “That’ll be six hundred credits.”

Six hundred credits.

Din grabs credits from his pocket and hastily sets them on the counter before grabbing your hand and dragging you out of the motel.

As soon as you’re back out on the street he says, “See what happens when you act up?”

“You’re the one who stabbed the bed,” you say, folding your arms.

“You're going to end up costing me a fortune,” he sighs.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it,” you tease.

He doesn’t deny it, of course.

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Chapter 28: Denying Our Issues Probably Won’t Help The Situation But It’s Worth A Shot

“What are you all doing here?” Luz’s voice carried over the whirring of the ship, full of excitement. Nox exhaled in relief, ignoring the spike of pain in his head, and broke into a run, dashing across the hangar with everyone but Claggor in his wake.

“You got the supplies?”

“Yes! And also Hello! You’re back too!” She squealed. “And Hi Clags! Nox, you didn’t tell me that so many-”

“Talk inside!” 

“I- Hey! Do you have any idea what my neighbors are going to think about this many clones waiting for me and sprinting to my-“ He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her back up the ramp- “Okay okay fine! But you look like a kriffing horndog right now,” She exclaimed. The doorway sealed behind them. “Alright spill, what’s gotten into you-”

“Krell played with us. Like we were toys, just pieces in some sadistic game.”

The amused chuckle froze on Luz’s face and the jostling soldiers fell silent.

“Y-Yes.” she stammered. “Karabast.” 

The 212th troopers and Lieutenant Vaughn nodded in grim, if confused, agreement.

“What he did- What he made us do,” He said with vitriol, “He’s done it before! We weren’t the only ones, we were never the only ones!”

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Seven: I Know Who You Pretend I Am

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Author’s note: This chapter is a bit different than the others. Instead of being in Din’s or Ca’tra’s point of view, we’re visiting May’s point of view. It may not seem super important but there’s something at the end of this chapter that’s vital to the plot.

Chapter summary: A day in the life of May.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: angst, talks of menstruating and having children, talks of infidelity

May

While Din is away for what feels like the millionth time, May wakes up in bed alone. Last night she had the most vivid dream of her and Din having a baby together. Grogu became an older brother and Din was the loving and doting father and husband she knows he has the potential to be. The dream felt so real. But when she wakes up in the morning she’s hit with the reality she’s living in now, a bleak lonely life.

She gets out of bed and feels a warm wetness between her legs. She looks down and sees her period staining her inner thighs. She’s… disappointed and doesn’t really understand why. She told Din she wasn’t ready yet, which is true. But the dream has her longing for a reality that’s so far out of reach, it’s clouding her judgement.

She gets Grogu up for the day, alone. Aren’t you supposed to share these tasks with the father of your children? Why is it always left up to her she wonders. Not that she minds. She’s grown quite close with Grogu in Din’s absence. Thank the Maker for him because if it were just her home alone in this empty house she would go crazy. 

She sits at the kitchen table and lets her mind wander…

Is Din really where he says he is?

Grogu’s eating his breakfast and babbling happily beside her. She’s not eating anything herself because she hasn't been able to shake the feeling that Din’s lying to her. She’s not sure what he’s lying about but he’s been acting suspicious ever since he came back from his first bounty since getting married. 

She sees the way other riduurs interact and when she compares it to her and Din’s marriage she feels a sense of longing; longing for something others have that she doesn’t. She wonders if she’s trapped in a one-sided marriage, one where she will always be the one trying harder, doing more, loving unconditionally, and not receiving the same treatment back. 

No, that’s silly, May thinks to herself. Din’s a hardworking man, always putting his family’s needs above his own, spending his life crossing the galaxy to make ends meet, to put food on the table, to make sure they’re safe. 

She tells herself this yet she can’t shake the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. 

He’s lying to you, May, the voice tells her. 

She puts the voice in the back of her mind for the moment and goes about her day. She takes Grogu to play with some of the other younglings while the parents stand by and chat. It’s always pairs of riduurs together except for her, always alone. And they’re always affectionate with each other. She feels out of place here but she shouldn’t. She belongs here just as much as the others do yet she feels like she’s missing an essential piece of the puzzle. 

After playtime she tends to the garden, gathering ingredients for tonight’s dinner. Dinner for two always, rarely ever for three. Grogu sits on a rock and watches her harvest the vegetables. She looks at him and wishes he could talk, wishes she could have some conversation other than her inner monologue. He’s better than no company and she truly loves him with all of her heart. He’s been the only blessing in this riduurok. 

Once the ingredients for dinner are collected she heads to the village center to trade with some of the other families, feeling the same sting as she did before when she sees pairs of riduurs together. The ones who don’t wear their helmet can’t hide their looks of pity when they see her alone, only with Grogu at her side. It makes the tips of her ears hot with embarrassment, but she’s grateful for her helmet in moments like these. 

And that takes her until dinner, sitting beside Grogu and feeling a sullen, empty feeling. This wasn’t how she pictured her life going. And now that she’s alone and not necessarily busy, the voice comes back. 

He’s hiding something from you, the voice tells her. 

She could sit here and argue with herself back and forth, sending her down a maddening downward spiral. Or she could confide in someone. Maybe the Armorer? Maybe Bo-Katan?

Literally, anyone if it’ll spare her from going mad. 

Bo-Katan will do. She’s the closest thing May has to a friend anyway. 

Once Grogu’s done with his food, she scoops him up into her arms, replaces her helmet on her head, and leaves. As she walks to Bo-Katan’s house in the night, she thinks about how she shouldn’t even have to be doing this. She shouldn’t have to confide in someone with her doubts about her marriage. 

She knocks on the front door and thinks of how she’s going to phrase this to Bo. There’s no easy way to say… what exactly? She hasn’t even admitted to herself what her true suspicions are because she’s afraid of the answer. 

But as soon as the door opens she blurts out, “I think Din’s having an affair.”

Bo’s eyes widen and she motions for May to come inside. They sit at Bo’s kitchen table together with Grogu in May’s lap.

“So… why do you think he’s having an affair?” Bo-Katan asks hesitantly. 

“Well, he’s… he’s so withdrawn from me. We’re never intimate. He never tells me he loves me. He’s not affectionate. And I mean I know he’s not really the affection type but-”

Bo sighs. “Look May… I had a suspicion but I didn’t want to impose.”

“I didn’t even tell you the worst part.”

“Oh?”

“A few rotations ago, before he left again, we were about to have sex and he asked to keep our helmets on.”

“…What?”

��Yeah, he said he thought it would be hot but that had to be a lie… Right?”

Bo takes a deep breath and says, “If you think he’s cheating you should bring it up with the Armorer. He’s not just betraying you, he’s betraying his family, his clan, his creed”

“And you think I should go to her?”

“Well, I-”

“If you were me in this situation, what would you do?”

After a pause for consideration, Bo says, “I would tell the Armorer.”

“It’s settled, then,” May sighs, “Will you… Will you go with me?”

“Of course,” she says, offering a sympathetic smile. She leans forward and pats May’s gloved hand resting on the tabletop before leaving her house and leading the way down to the forge. 

The walk there is silent, an uncomfortable tension hanging heavily in the air. May feels bad for this all of a sudden. She feels bad for putting Bo-Katan in the middle of their drama. Yes, she considers Bo a friend but Bo was also Din’s friend, too. She helped him rescue Grogu from Moff Gideon. She saved him from drowning in the Mines. He brought her back to the covert when her palace was destroyed. Surely she feels uncomfortable being in this situation. And if she does, she’s doing a good job at hiding it.

They arrive at the forge, the Armorer working on something when they get there. She seems busy even this late at night.

Kriff, maybe this was a bad time, May thinks to herself. But then again, there’s never a good time to accuse your riduur of cheating in front of a well-respected member of the tribe. And if there’s anyone who will know what to do, who will offer some sort of guidance; it’s her. 

“Bo-Katan Kryze. May Djarin. What brings you two here?”

“May has come here to tell you of her suspicions that Din is violating the terms of their riduurok.”

“How so?” she asks with a curious tone in her voice. 

“I think… I think he’s having an affair.”

“I see,” the Armorer says, setting down whatever she’s working on. 

“I don’t need to know why you think this. But this is a serious accusation to make. If this is true, he will become an apostate again. Are you certain he needs to be questioned?”

May takes a moment to think this over to herself and concludes that yes, he needs to be questioned. It will pain him to become an apostate again but he’s the one who made his choices and now he gets to suffer the consequences. May thought that the pain of Din being an apostate would prevent him from doing anything that would risk his creed. But clearly, he’s thinking with something other than his head. And why should she have to suffer because of his mistakes; his wrongdoings?

“Yes,” she nods, visor locked on the Armorer’s. 

“It is settled then. Din Djarin will be questioned about the accusations that he’s breaking the terms of his riduurok. Where is he now?”

“Off planet for a bounty,” May says. 

“Once he is back, bring him to me.”

May and Bo-Karan nod and the Armorer returns to the project she was working on. May takes a deep breath as she leaves the forge with Bo, a mix of emotions swirling her stomach. On one hand, she’s relieved this will be officially investigated. But on the other hand, she’s afraid of what's to come from it. 

Once they’re back out into the village Bo asks, “Are you going to be alright?”

“I think so,” May sighs.

“I don’t want you to be alone until he gets back.”

Just as Bo says that, Grogu makes a noise, looking up at May. 

“I won’t be alone. I have him,” May says, patting Grogu on the top of his head. 

“Well, don’t hesitate to stop by if you need anything.”

“Thank you,” May responds with a tip of her helmet before they part ways. 

Din proves to be gone several rotations. He hasn’t sent a transmission but he usually doesn’t. At first, May attributed that to him just forgetting that Mandalore can send and receive transmissions now. But that was back when May was lying to herself. Now that she’s admitted to herself and others that Din may be having an affair, the sugarcoated answers she would tell herself before are starting to slip away. 

He’s not where he says he is. He’s making up thinly veiled excuses as to why he’s gone for so long. There’s a reason he doesn’t want to be intimate with her. There’s a reason he doesn’t tell her he loves her or why he doesn’t tell her she’s beautiful. There’s a reason he wanted to have sex with the helmets on. That’s been the hardest pill for her to swallow. It’s either because he’s too guilty to even look May in the eye or it just makes it easier for Din to pretend May is someone else… you, whoever you are, wherever you are in the galaxy. You took her riduur from her. And she decides that you can have him. That is if he’ll be able to live with himself after losing his creed. Only time will tell. 

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Brat Tamer!Din Djarin x F!Reader

Part two for A Good Friend to Have

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Author’s note: Here’s the long awaited part two of my boyfriend David’s fic!! Edited by me 🤍

Summary: The Mandalorian follows you back to your apartment but he’s not after Sorrana, he’s after you.

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: reader is a sex worker, reader does not know Din’s name, dom/sub, revenge domming, disrespect of the creed (kinda), nipple play, hair pulling, restraints, Din can pick reader up, oral sex (M receiving), vaginal sex, sex while standing up, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, orgasm delay/denial, pet names, sir kink, no use of y/n

After an eventful evening at work you hurry to the curb to hail a taxi back to your apartment where Sorrana is waiting for you. When a cab pulls up you step in and let out a sigh of relief, then direct the driver to your apartment building.

It only takes a few minutes to traverse across the district until you get home. As you sit in the cab you look out of the window at the city lights and heavy rain, letting your mind wander, you recall everything that just happened at the brothel for a while, before your thoughts center back on Sorrana. Your heart breaks for her and no matter what you’ll do whatever you can to protect your friend.

The cab pulls up to your platform, you pay the driver before stepping out into the rain and rushing into your building. As you make your way to your apartment, you’re careful not to be spotted. While you don’t think you’ve been followed, you can’t help but feel a little paranoid. You finally arrive at your place and punch in the key code to open the door.

“Sorrana?” you call out, as you turn on the lights.

“I’m here,” she replies, quietly stepping out from your bedroom.

The two of you hurry across the room and embrace each other, glad to see that you both made it here safe.

“I’m so sorry I dragged you into this,” she whispers, holding you a little tighter.

“I’m just happy that you’re okay.”

“What are we going to do?”

You’ve been thinking about that on the way here. You remember a while back you had a regular at the brothel who had been involved in some shady activity. Nothing really dangerous but he was involved with smuggling. He even tried to pay you using some of the illegal goods he was sneaking off world a few times, though you always had him pay in credits. It might be a long shot, but you think he may be able to help take her off world.

“I have an idea” you say, before pulling a small cylinder lockbox from a shelf in your closet. You unlock the container to reveal the hidden cache of credits you’ve kept for a rainy day.

“Are you sure?” Sorrana asks, starting to piece together your plan.

“I’m sure. You can take these to a smuggler I know who will get you off world. Give him my name and ask him to let you stow away during his next shipment. I wish there was enough here to just clear the debt but this is the best I can do.”

“I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about that,” you reassure her, “What’s important right now is getting you somewhere safe.”

The two of you begin packing what little you can into a satchel, it isn’t much but you’ve made sure that the essentials are covered. You give her a change of clothes, a cloak to conceal herself, some rations, and the lockbox of credits. You hug each other one more time before starting to head down to the lobby but you freeze as you lead her into the hallway and see the Mandalorian.

“Kriff,” you whisper to Sorrana, before pushing your way back into the room and sealing the door.

“What happened?”

“That bounty hunter, from the brothel”

“He’s here? How?”

“I have no clue…I thought we’d have more time”

You hear footsteps approaching from down the hall and go silent. Your mind races thinking of what to do next, you’re standing in your living room frozen exchanging panicked glances with Sorrana.

“I know you’re in there,” you hear a low, modulated voice call from the other side of the door.

Each moment feels like an eternity, you can’t believe you were so close to helping Sorrana escape but there’s no denying it now.

“I’m not going anywhere until you open the door,” he calls out.

“Bedroom…window…fire…escape,” you whisper in the quietest voice you can manage, as you hold out a card the smuggler gave you with his address written on the back.

She tiptoes to your bedroom and silently pulls the window open. You take a few seconds to compose yourself. You approach the door and begin scheming ways to distract him again.

You open the door once again and see him, Mando standing across the hall leaned back against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. You close the door behind you as your eyes make contact with the visor of his helmet. He stands upright, and lowers his hands to his hips and begins to step toward you.

“You followed me home?” you say, acting offended to conceal your nervousness.

“I tracked you.”

“Listen-”

“No, this time you listen”, he interrupts, “I know you think you’re clever, keeping me busy to buy your friend time,” he tells you.

You step away before your back hits your door. He continues forward and places a hand on the wall behind you, his broad form now leaning over you.

“Yeah and it worked too, she’s long gone.”

“I don’t care about the bounty anymore.”

“Then why bother tracking me down?”

“My creed. I’m here to set things right. Teach you some respect.”

“Bold of you to assume I’ll give you the chance.”

“You will, or if you prefer, I can go back to my search.”

You pause for a moment, trying to get a read off him. Judging by his body language and imposing stance, he’s serious.

“Fine, if you’re not tapped out from before.” you giggle

“Good. Are you going to invite me in?''

You punch in the key code and the door opens behind you. You take a few steps back into your apartment and you turn around to quickly scan the bedroom to make sure Sorrana made it out. You see the window is shut and know she’s on her way. Mando follows you in, and begins calmly pacing the room holding onto his belt as he inspects your home.

You turn to face him in your living room, “So are you gonna take that cock out for me again?” you say, smirking at him.

“That’s not how this works,” he says, still circling the room

You stand there, puzzled by him. He’s not going to get thrown off so easily this time. You hear his footsteps approaching from behind, and stop when his shadow is cast over you. You turn to face him and tease him with another quip, but your mind goes blank as Mando looks down at you through pitch black glass.

“You’ll do as I say this time.”

“Alright big bad bounty hunter, I get it, what’s first?”

“Stand over there,” he says, gloved finger pointing at the center of your living room.

You walk over to the spot he directed and wonder to yourself, trying to anticipate what he’ll want with you next. He returns to walking the room but this time his gaze is fixed on you. A nervous excitement begins rising within you, he may be wearing a helmet but you know that look from last time. As you look back at his silent exterior pacing, you feel yourself getting wet imagining what’s to come.

“Get undressed,” he orders in a modulated voice.

You take off your damp cloak and step out of your outfit from the brothel, piling it all together on the floor beside you. The air cools your wet skin and sends a shiver down your spine. Mando stops his pacing, standing in front of you and taking in your shivering form, your nipples hardened from the cold air.

“Feeling cold?”

“Now you want to try and tease me?” you answer, trying to get a rise out of him.

He takes a step closer, closing the gap between you. You feel his gloved hands cup your chest, and the pressure of his firm grip sends a quick wave of pleasure over you. You feel yourself get wetter as he fondles you.

“Turn around.”

“Fine.”

You spin away from Mando, giving him a clear view of your body from behind. You gently arch your back to tease him, and feel your ass brush against his cock through his flight suit. You expect him to continue his fondling from behind, hoping to feel his cock press against you.

Instead, you’re met with the feeling of cool metal gripping your wrists and Mando binds them together with cuffs.

“What the-” you start, spinning back around to face him.

“It’s because you’re such a brat.”

“What did you say?”

“I called you a brat. You tease, make snide comments, and play games with me.”

“And?”

“And…I’m going to enjoy putting you in your place, and making a mess of you.”

Before you can reply with another snide comment, as he put it, Mando puts his hands back on your breasts. This time his fingers gently tugging on and running across your nipples, the sensation completely erasing whatever you had to say from mind. You realize small moans escape as you breathe and look to see if Mando notices.

“Already desperate?” he whispers to you, tugging a little harder.

The new tension prompts you to step to your tiptoes. You let out a gasp as you struggle to find your balance. You desperately tiptoe in place trying to settle into a position where the sensation of his fingers isn’t overwhelming you. No luck, more moans escape with each breath.

“That all you got, Mando?” you say between shaky breaths.

He finally releases you and the fog in your mind begins to lift. He walks back to your couch and takes a seat, legs taking a wide stance. You see the bulge of his flight suit and remember how full he made you feel before. You watch as he unzips the fly of his flight suit revealing his stiff cock.

“On your knees. In front of me.”

“O-okay, sure.”

You walk toward him to follow his order, imagining what he’ll have you do next. As you close the gap you feel your wet cunt growing more eager for Mando. You slowly lower yourself down to your knees in front of him, and take in the sight of his cock up close. It hasn’t been long since you last saw it at the brothel, but you still find yourself in awe of his imposing size. You look up at him expectantly, awaiting your new instructions.

“Now use your tongue, all the way from the bottom to the top.”

Without stopping to think you do as you’re told; mouth falling agape as you place your tongue on his balls and begin licking up his shaft. Mando lets out a groan in approval.

“Keep going, until I say so.”

“You like this Mando?”

“Just keep going, and you can call me sir,” he says, this time holding an intensely serious tone.

You comply, nodding your head as you continue licking up and down his length. He lets out more moans while you continue pleasing him as best you can while in restraints. The sounds you pull from him only drive you feral, you crave to please him even more. Unable to stroke him, you begin pressing your lips against him, now kissing the length of his cock between desperate licks.

“Good girl, that cock is your creed now. Better show me you can respect the importance of that this time.”

“Yes sir, can I take you in my mouth now?” you ask.

With a silent nod he gives you permission. You part your lips around the head and as you slide your mouth further down his shaft your jaw widens to accommodate the girth until you can’t fit another inch, there’s still more to take. You feel the pulse in his cock against your lips as tears spring from the corners of your eyes. His gloved hand takes hold of your hair as he pulls you off his cock and you gasp for air. He leans forward so you’re face to face with his metallic visage.

“That all you got?” he almost chuckles

“I could do more….if you released me”

“Maybe, but that isn’t happening. At least not yet.”

He leans back, your hair still in his hand, and you go back to sucking him off. His grip doesn’t force you so much as it guides you down to his balls. You begin sucking, licking, and taking them into your mouth and he uses his other hand to stroke himself.

“Please, sir, I want to feel you inside of me” you plead.

“Show reverence for your creed and I’ll consider it,”he answers coldly.

You open wide and take as much cock as you can fit in your mouth, tears pooling up and spilling from your eyes. You reach out with your lips and tongue for more, just barely reaching his base for mere moments before you return for air.

“Good girl,” he says.

“Mhm?” you hum, sending vibrations through his shaft.

He leans forward once again, this time running one hand behind your waist and the other under your ass. His muscles tense as he lifts you from the floor onto the couch, now straddling his lap with his cock between you. You whine and rock your hips but are unable to get his cock into you without use of your hands. He removes his gloves and begins caressing your form with bare hands. You collapse forward, resting your forehead against the cool metal pauldron, feeling his hands move down your back, over your ass, and finally stopping at your thighs.

“Please sir, I can’t take anymore, I need it,” you beg.

One arm reaches around to hug you by the waist, and with his other hand he reaches to touch your soaked cunt; gathering the wetness in his fingers.

“So wet for me,” he replies

“Please give it to me, sir.”

“Have you learned the importance of a creed?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you have reverence for your new creed?”

“Yes sir, your cock is my creed. Please let me have it.”

He slicks his length with the wetness from your cunt, and slowly slides you back onto it. You let out a gasp as your walls expand to fit him inside. He lets loose his grip on you and places each hand on either side of your waist.

“Please, sir,” you whine.

“You can move yourself back and forth on my cock, and ask for permission to cum. This is the way of your creed” he dictates.

You begin rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your cunt against him in ecstasy. As you move against him you feel your pleasure build, an orgasm threatening to break loose. It feels like it takes almost no time at all before you’re ready to come undone around him.

“Sir, I’m close, may I cum?”

Without reply you feel his hand pulling and pushing you in concert with your grinding, intensifying the sensation. You hold yourself together, fighting the urge to defy your creed.

“I can’t hold it anymore. Sir please, let me cum,” you whimper.

He gives only a silent nod, permitting you release. The sensation of powerful climax is present throughout your entire body, your mind blank as you fuck yourself senseless on his cock. His hands move from your waist to cup your face.

“Good girl,” he praises repeatedly as you ride out the high.

His praises come to an end as you finish grinding, you rest your head on the back of the couch beside his helmet while you catch your breath. All while his now-soaked cock fills you.

“What do you say?”

“Thank you, sir,” you pant.

He presses a button on the forearm of his armor and you feel the cuffs release, falling off your wrists and clattering onto the floor. You move your hands onto his chest and push yourself up onto your feet, never letting his clock slide out, and begin bouncing up and down on his length. The sensation of pounding yourself deep on his cock is intense, the juices from your cunt runs down onto his balls and with every stroke they slap against you.

“Getting close again,” you whimper, “Please, can I cum again?”

“Already?” he teases, “Show me.”

You come undone once more, your cunt pulsing and fluttering as your legs turn to jelly. Tears pool in your eyes as you reach the peak of your climax. You hear Mando whisper a curse beneath his helmet.

“Already?” you tease, with a smirk on your face.

You stop bouncing, still straddling his lap with his whole length filling you up. You grind against him again and feel his grip grow firm around your ankles.

“Gonna blow?”

You feel his hands let go of you, then slide under you to caress your ass. Each time you slide forward his hands pull you in sync and each time you slide back he lets your ass brush through his hands.

“Just thought you looked pretty taking my cock like that,” he finally replies, adding “But no, I’m not done with you yet.”

“No?”

You feel his hands take hold of you again, this time lifting you up as he stands from your couch. You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tight to hold on. He starts gently fucking into you and it feels like bliss.

“Not until you drop the attitude,” you hear him say, in a deep tone next to your ear.

You’re too focused on holding onto him to give any reply, everything else you’ve done so far has you feeling exhausted. You half hoped that he was close, that way you’d get the satisfaction of teasing him about it, but you can’t complain. He starts picking up the pace and depth of his strokes and you can’t hide your moans, in this position you're practically moaning right in his ear.

“Harder,” you whimper, hugging him tighter

“Ask nicely.”

“Harder, sir. Please make me cum again,” you beg.

“You can do better.”

“Please, sir, I need you to make me cum. Your cock is my creed.”

“That’s better,” he says with a low chuckle

He starts thrusting deep into your cunt with his thick cock, and you feel another climax building up as your juices drip onto the floor. Your legs start shaking as you get closer and you know what’s coming next.

“Please don’t stop, I’m so close.”

“Then do it.”

“Yes, sir.”

Your mind goes blank of all thoughts that aren’t Mando’s cock pleasing your cunt and you cum hard for him, soaking his cock as your squirt all over it. He pulls out from your dripping cunt and gives you praise, still holding you in his arms. You want to kiss him after that but with the helmet in the way you settle for the embrace. After you regain some composure he sets you back on the couch.

“Such a messy girl.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it's a pretty little mess.”

You pause for a minute.

“Sir, I want to make you cum,” you tell him, asking for his permission in a way.

There’s no response initially so you turn around, facing your ass towards him as you bend over the couch and arch your back.

“Please, sir, I want your cum,” you repeat, swaying your hips back and forth

“Done being a brat?”

“Yes, sir.”

You hear him step behind you, and feel him gathering more wetness from your cunt to spread on his cock. He leans over you, the tip of his cock just barely presses into you as he takes your hair in one hand and places the other on your hip. He slowly slides into you and another euphoric wave washes over you as the full length of his member fills you. Then he begins thrusting into you over and over again, each snap of his hips bringing you both closer to climax.

“Sir, I’m getting close, can we cum together?”

“Not there yet, but you can cum for me.”

You try and hold on for him but it’s no use, moments later you’re cumming all over Mando’s cock. The sensation must be driving him feral because he lets go your hair, leaning down to wrap both arms around your waist and fuck you harder.

“Love the way you moan,” he whispers next to your ear, before adding, “Making pretty sounds for me.”

You’re still riding out your high as he continues thrusting into you. You can tell he’s about to climax, too, just by the sheer force he’s using. You’re wrapped tight in his arms and feel his cock plunge deep inside as he fills you with his cum. He lets out a long groan from the pleasure, you feel his cock pulsing inside you. After a few moments pass he pulls out of you, and you feel his cum dripping from your cunt as he sits beside you in post orgasm glow.

“Be a good girl now and clean this mess up,” he orders

“Yes, sir,” you answer, sighing your response in exhausted bliss.

Still on your knees with your cum filled cunt, you begin licking Mando’s cock clean. He lets out a few low moans as you work. When you finish he stands up and stuffs himself back into his flight suit before zipping his fly.

“I’ll keep my word, and end my search for Soranna,” he tells you.

“What will you do now?” you ask

“I’m going to go pick up another bounty while I’m here. It might be a while before I’m back”

“I know,” you sigh, rising from the floor.

“…But I do plan on coming back,” he assures you, “And when I do, I’ll be stopping by.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll be here.”

“That’s a good girl,” he says.

He walks across your apartment and shares one last look with you as the door closes behind him. As silence falls over the room you take a moment and take in your surroundings, your apartments a mess. The couch was pushed back from his relentless pounding, and the cushions are soaked in your orgasm. You’ve got some more cleaning up to do.

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Chapter 27: But You Won't Do It

TW: Snippet below is safe, but full chapter contains themes of past SA and other issues. Mind the tags!

At that moment a message popped up on her datapad.

A message from Vaughn.

Her heart skipped a beat and she lost her balance, slipping halfway off the seat with a small yelp.

“Luz? Where’d you go?” Talis giggled.

Luz scrambled to pull herself back into the frame of the holo and accept the incoming communication. “Sorry! I’m here! Just got a message!” She glanced down at the datapad off to the side and punched in the encryption code Vaughn had set up to make communication easier in recent times. The text scrawled across the screen and she tried to read quickly, her heart pounding.

      Our latest mission is complete. Returning in 5 standard days. Nox has intel. Need following supplies:

She practically melted on the spot from the relief. The deployment was over already? Their mission was done? And they had survived! Kriff, she always knew there was no guarantee of that, and she hated that knowledge so much. But they did survive, and they would even beat her home! Suddenly this Bespin job for the family couldn’t be over soon enough. Maybe she would make this supply run while she was there, if she could find everything, to save time.

Her family continued their conversation around her. She nodded and chuckled in all the right places while reading through the list.

(2+) Tracking Devices

Civvie shorts, black

(10+) Compact Blasters (Crow may supply)

(10+) Detonator Shells (Crow may supply)

Med kit refills x20

(200+) Rations/Individual Meals (or more)

Snacks (Enough to suit Ridgeback’s appetite)

New ‘Imagine Kraytdragons’ Album (Nox insists, though cannot give me a good reason why this is relevant to the mission)

Stim Packs (As many as possible)

Luz nearly snorted at the second to last request. She would get the music for him, of course she would, but what in the stars had Nox found? This was quite the list. She frowned at the implications of it.

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Six: I Gave Too Much of My Heart Tonight

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Author’s note: Not that anyone really asked, but this is my favorite chapter 🤍

Chapter summary: Din shows you the experience of a lifetime and crosses off a bucket list item for you.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: Din has mediocre sex with his riduur again, talks of having children (it’s not what you think lmao), fingering, oral sex (M and F receiving), vaginal sex, super romantic and loving sex, creampie, fluff

You 

This is the longest you’ve gone without seeing each other. It’s been thirty-four rotations. You’re starting to think he was using you for sex all this time. Or what if your reaction to finding out about his wife scared him off? What if he decided he actually loves her and never wants to see you again? 

Whenever you’re not at work, whenever your mind is idle you’re thinking about him. Even reading is hard. Your mind wanders at any given moment, wondering where in the galaxy he is, wondering what he’s doing. Maybe he’s fucking his wife. He never told you if they did that stuff or not. Maybe he’s somewhere else in the galaxy, poorly flirting with some other woman. Maybe he’s starting a whole new fling and conveniently leaving out the part about his wife like he did with you. Maybe he’s bringing some other woman to his house on Nevarro. Maybe he’s listening to someone else’s hopes, dreams, and desires. Maybe he’s got another woman underneath him, coming inside her. Maybe he’s-

Stop. You’ll drive yourself mad. 

All you can do is try not to wonder about him and live your life. 

Din 

To say that he’s getting antsy would be an understatement. All of his time has been occupied by May and Bo-Katan, rebuilding the infrastructure of Mandalore. Yes, it’s an important task but the Eye of Aldhani is happening soon. And there’s not a single thing in the galaxy that will stop him from taking you to see it. Tomorrow is the latest he could possibly leave to come pick you up if he doesn’t want to miss the Eye. Time is ticking. 

He’s standing outside with May, telling her he’s leaving tomorrow. He’s never been good with telling her when he’s leaving with any notice. 

“I’m leaving tomorrow, May,” he tells her as they’re standing outside.

“Okay… Before you go… Can we make love?” she asks, turning her helmet to look at home, holding Grogu on her hip. 

He can’t hold her off any longer. They’ve only done it once. And if he’s going to leave again for several rotations he has to give in. It sounds terrible but he’s not good at faking his attraction or faking his love for her. So if he wants to keep her from getting suspicious this is what he has to do, at least in his mind. 

“Sure,” he says, starting to head inside. 

“But,” he starts, stopping and turning to face her, “Let’s leave our helmets on.” 

He winces in anticipation of her response. Will she be offended? Will she be suspicious? He wants to keep them on because he doesn’t think he can look May in the eye, not after he’s fully committed himself to you. And also because he’s worried the guilt will be on full display all over his face. 

“What?”

“I think… I think it’ll be hot.”

“I mean… I guess we’d be really honoring the creed.”

“Right…” he says uneasily. 

May puts Grogu down for bed and Din waits in their bedroom. After a moment she appears in the doorframe and asks, “Are we keeping all of the armor on, too?”

He didn’t even think about the armor. He could probably keep it all on but maybe that’s too far. Maybe that will make her suspicious. 

“No we can take it off,” he says, after having a moment to contemplate. 

“Would you… Would you do it for me?”

Oh. That’s a pretty intimate thing for Mandalorian couples to do; to remove each other’s armor before an act of love. Again, if he says no, it’ll be suspicious. 

“Yes,” he says awkwardly, rising to meet her at the door frame. 

He meticulously removes her armor, placing it all in a pile on the table in front of their bed. She’s down to her flight suit now, her visor fixed on him. 

“Your turn,” she says softly, starting with his cape. 

As soon as she removes it his mind is flooded with the memory of you at the springs on Nevarro, drying off with his cape. Kriff, he’s hard now. Oh, how he wishes you were here, removing his armor for him, seeing his naked form for the first time. As she moves down to his thigh armor she sees that he’s hard and lets out a small gasp. It’s not for her but she can think it is. It makes his charade all the more believable. 

They’re both down to their flight suits now, standing in front of each other awkwardly. She unzips hers first and he follows, the two of them getting naked at the same time. And now they're naked, wearing only their helmets, feeling different ways about each other entirely. She takes a step towards him, resting her hand on his chest. 

“I’m ready,” she says softly. He nods. Time to get this over with. 

She moves to the bed, laying down on her back and resting her head on a pillow, legs spread apart and chest moving up and down with deep breaths. She seems nervous too. 

At least with the helmet he can close his eyes and pretend it’s you underneath him. This can never come close to you but it’s the best he’s got right now, until he gets to see you tomorrow. 

He situates himself between her thighs, giving her entrance a few strokes. She’s extremely wet already and Din can’t gauge what she’s feeling. She’s wet but her body language reads as nervous. And the sad part is, he’s not concerned with why she’s nervous, he’s concerned with whether or not she’s seeing through his facade. 

He slides a few fingers in, giving her just enough attention and foreplay to get her ready for him. She’s definitely into it, her body responding to his touch. Her nipples perk up and her sex gets wetter. It doesn’t take long for her to cum, her walls fluttering around his fingers. He pulls his hand from her and strokes his cock, willing it to get hard enough to fuck her. He wonders if she’ll notice that he’s not fully hard but then again she’s only had him one other time and it was so long ago. She’s probably grateful this is happening at all. 

And now he’s inside her, gently thrusting in and out, closing his eyes, and pretending you’re here with him instead. He misses you so much it makes his heart ache. Being here with May and pretending she’s you doesn’t even come close to the real thing. But this false bliss he’s created doesn’t last long because in the back of his mind, there’s a small voice reminding him of the guilt, reminding him that May doesn’t deserve this, that she’s a good person. It’s an internal battle and the voice is getting louder, arguing with the part of his mind that’s telling him to keep pretending. He’s not even paying attention to May at this point, too busy trying to drown the voices out. 

And then it’s over. He flops down on the bed beside her and… He came inside her without realizing it. Oh kriff, he’s an idiot. What if she gets pregnant? He knows she doesn’t have an implant. If she gets pregnant this is about to make his little secret with you all the more complicated. He won’t be able to leave whenever he wants to whisk you away to some far-off planet. If she gets pregnant and finds out about you, it’ll crush her. She’ll be devastated and Din will become an apostate again. And he will not let that happen, under any circumstances. He knows that feeling all too well and it’s a feeling he would never like to revisit ever again. His creed is the most important thing in his life. 

…But if his creed is so important to him… Why is he messing around with you? Why is he playing with fire? Why is he playing such a dangerous game?

“Din?” she asks, ripping him from his thoughts. 

“Hm?” he responds, still reeling from his internal struggle. 

“You came inside me.”

“Right… Sorry about that.”

“This is kind of a big deal,” she says, sitting up and removing her helmet, setting it on the nightstand beside her. 

“We never talked about when we’re going to have warriors of our own,” she says, glancing over at him with tears in her eyes. 

He doesn’t take off his helmet. He’s mad at himself that he came inside of her and not you.

“I’m sorry…”

“I don’t know if I’m ready just yet but… I’m happy to know you’re thinking about this,” she says, grabbing his hand. 

Oh, he’s thinking about it alright… with another woman.  

He gives her hand a squeeze and tells her he’s getting tired. She nods, getting under the covers with him. 

She goes to sleep fairly quickly but as for Din, he’s up all night, sick to his stomach that he might’ve just gotten May pregnant. And that he’ll be even more bound to her than he already is. Maybe he’ll get lucky and she won’t actually be pregnant, and isn’t that just fucked up of him?

But eventually, he takes off his helmet and goes to sleep, quelling his racing mind with thoughts of you and how he’ll finally get to hold you soon. 

-

The morning’s been a blur. He barely says goodbye to May and Grogu before taking off, hauling his ass as fast as he can to Naboo. 

On the way there he thinks of all the other ways he can give himself to you. Maybe it’s because he came inside May last night and he was to absolve himself of that. Even though she’s his wife he feels like he somehow wronged you by fucking her and coming inside her. And then it dawns on him. 

He could show you his face. 

No, that’s crazy. That’s the very thing he became an apostate for. But in his opinion, it was worth it for Grogu despite the psychological torment it caused him (not to mention the physical torment from almost drowning in the Mines). If there’s anyone he loves most in the galaxy it’s Grogu and… you. Kriff, is he admitting to himself that he loves you? He might be. 

It’s also been so long since he’s seen you… What if you moved on? What if you’ve forgotten all about him? What if you’ve found someone else? He has to find you fast.

It’s the afternoon on Naboo when he lands. He parks near the outskirts of Theed as he’s done several times, practically racing off of the ship. He doesn’t know where you are right now but he has a list of places to check; the inn, your apartment building, and the library. He checks the inn first, anxiously bursting through the doors to find you not at the front desk and swiftly turning on his heel to leave. He heads to your apartment building and to his relief you’re just leaving, bumping into him on the street. 

“Ca’tra, I’m here.”

He expects you to greet him warmly, to be happy to see him. But instead, you’re raising your eyebrow at him, mouth contorted into a frown. 

“Nice to see you didn’t forget about me.”

“What? I’ve missed you so much.”

“Is that why you waited so long to come back?” you ask, folding your arms. 

“No, you don’t understand. I-”

“You think you can just use me for sex? Come here whenever’s convenient for you to fuck me and leave?” you finish, stepping closer and pointing your finger at him. 

“You’re cute when you do that,” he chuckles. 

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious. Do you know how much it pained me to be apart from you?” he says, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“We have to go, ca’tra. Or else we’ll be late.”

“Why? Where are we going?”

“Aldhani.”

“…What?”

“For the Eye.”

The look on your face melts his heart, a look of pure shock mixed with love. He swears there are tears springing in the corners of your eyes. 

“Really?”

“Of course. You said you wanted to see it.”

“…Thank you, Din.”

“Anything for you, ca’tra. But we have to go. You don’t have to work do you?”

“Nope,” you shake your head. 

“No time to waste,” he says, taking you by the hand and leading you back towards the Crest. 

He’s so excited; excited to make you happy, excited to put a smile on your face, excited to be between your thighs, excited to hold you, excited to just be in your presence. He loves you so much. And he needs you to know that. 

He can’t tell you now. He has to wait for the right moment. Kriff, he’s never put this much thought into anything in his life.

“It’ll take us a little bit longer to get there,” he says once he’s in hyperspace. 

“Longer than Nevarro?”

“Yes but not by too much,” he says, turning his seat around to face you. 

“Thank you again,” you say softly. 

“I’d do anything for you, ca’tra.”

You don’t say anything, staring down at your hands in your lap.

“I mean it.”

He takes your hands in his and you look up at him. You’re gazing directly into his eyes even though you can’t tell. When you look at him everything makes sense; every choice that led him to you feels right. 

-

It’s finally time to land on Aldhani. He knows exactly where the best spot to see the Eye is and he can count down to the minute when it will start. 

He lands on one of the hilltops along the valley, hastily unbuckling his seatbelt and barreling down the ladder. You follow, giddily running after him and down the exit ramp of the Crest. And you just made it. 

One streak of bright green shoots across the sky, leaving a trail of a lighter shade of green in its wake. And then another one, but this time it’s a cerulean blue. Soon enough the nighttime sky is painted with brilliant streaks of turquoise, baby pink, amber, and viridian. You were right. It’s a sight to behold. 

He looks over at you, with your face wearing a wide grin, eyes misty with tears. Every single thing that led him to this moment was worth it, it was worth it to see you this happy. He gets a warm feeling in his chest knowing that he’s responsible for making this happen for you, being able to take you to something you’ve wanted to see for so long. 

He pulls you into him, resting your head against his beskar breastplate, and wrapping his arms around you. He could stay there forever, holding you and watching the sky. This right here, the Eye, is the best comparison of his love for you; beautiful, rare, a sight he’s never seen, a feeling he’s never felt before. You’re a whirlwind of firsts for him. All of the sex he had before you was meaningless, based on purely a physical need for a release. He’s never had butterflies when he looks upon a face until he met you. He’s never strived so hard for someone else’s happiness. All of the firsts are overwhelming but in a good way. His senses and thoughts are completely encapsulating with you. And it sort of scares him because he’s barely known you for a full cycle, let alone a few months. But what he does know, is that he’s sure his feelings for you are deeper, more profound than anything he’s ever felt. 

Eventually, the Eye comes to an end, the brilliant colors fizzling out of the sky. You pull back and look directly into his visor, with so much love in your eyes, and say, “Thank you, Din. I mean it. I really can’t thank you enough.”

“I’ve said it before but I’ll say it again,” he chuckles, “I’d do anything for you.”

He pauses for a moment, bracing himself for your response, and says, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

That’s the first time he’s said it and actually meant it. 

You

Your eyes widen at his words. The truth is… you do love him back. But he’s married. And are you really about to tell a married man that you love him?

Yes. Yes, you are. 

“You don’t have to say it back,” he says, his voice small. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” you respond, grabbing his hands. 

He squeezes your hands and you swear you hear him let out a sigh of relief. How could he ever think otherwise? You can’t see your face but you know your love for him is worn proudly on your face, hanging in the air like all of the stars in the galaxy. 

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear you say that.”

“It’s just… How I feel,” you smile. 

He takes another deep breath and says, “I have something to show you.”

Din

This is it. He’s going to take off his helmet and show you his face. He feels like he’s going to be sick, already spiraling thinking about what your reaction will be.

He leads you back to the Crest, lowering the exit ramp and heading inside. He shuts the ramp, triple-checking it to be entirely sure it’s secure. There can’t be any risk that someone else can see this. Kriff, he’s nervous, his palms growing sweaty underneath the gloves. 

“Din? Are you alright?”

“I am,” he affirms, letting out a shaky breath. 

“Okay… What’s going on? You’re worrying me.”

“Just… I have to show you something.”

You nod and he brings his hands to the edge of his helmet, slowly starting to pull it off. You throw your hands over your eyes and shout, “Din! What are you doing?”

The modulator hisses as he pulls off the helmet, setting it on a crate in the storage area of the Crest. He walks over to you and says, “Ca’tra, it’s okay,” letting you hear his unmodulated voice for the first time. 

He takes your hands in his and moves them away from your face. 

“Now open your eyes,” he says softly. 

And after a moment you do, an unreadable expression on your face. His eyes search your face for approval, love, desire, joy, something, anything. 

“Ca’tra?” he says, his brows furrowing. 

“Din, you’re… You’re beautiful,” you say, caressing his face. You stroke his cheeks with your thumbs, running them over his facial hair. 

He melts into your touch, his skin feeling as if it’s on fire as you move your fingers across his cheeks. 

“I just… I wanted to do this because I want to give myself to you, completely.”

“You mean that?” you ask. 

“Of course I do,” he responds, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you into him. 

“I’ve never loved someone so much. And… It scares me. But I need you,” he continues, squeezing you tightly. 

“I love you, too, Din,” you smile at him. 

And kriff, he’s seeing your face, your smile, your beauty without the helmet in the way. He’s taking in your scent for the first time. It’s all intoxicating. He could get drunk off of it. And he hasn’t even kissed you yet. What’s he waiting for?

Finally, at long last, he kisses you. And it’s more than he ever imagined it could be. Sure, he’s kissed May before, but it was always a quick, chaste kiss. But this, this is a real kiss, communicating all of your love for each other. 

He needs more of you. He needs to fuck you like this, have you underneath him, looking directly into his eyes. He needs to taste you, lapping at your wetness for the first time. He needs to connect with you on a level he’s never connected with anyone before. 

“I need you,” he says, pulling away and looking into your eyes. 

You know exactly what he means, nodding with so much love in your eyes, your pupils blown wide. 

He kisses you again, this one even more passionate, while pushing you lightly towards the direction of his bunk. You break the kiss to start undressing and he says, “Will you take off my armor for me, ca’tra?”

“Of course, Din,” you respond, kissing him again before starting to remove his armor. 

It’s a meticulous task, but you take your time, starting from the top to the bottom until left his in nothing but his flight suit and boots. His armor is stacked in a neat pile in the corner of the room and he takes off his flight suit and boots, setting them beside the armor. 

And now you’re standing in front of each other completely bare. His eyes can’t stop scanning up and down your form, finally getting to see all of you through his own eyes. Stars, he gets to touch you without the gloves in the way for once.  

Like magnets you two are glued to one other, kissing and grabbing at each other passionately until you’re lying down on the bed. He hovers over you, continuing to kiss you until he moves his lips down your jaw, your neck, your breasts. He stops at your breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth while his hand takes the other. Your breath hitches and you suck in a gasp. All of this is so new for both of you. You’ve had sex countless times but never like this. And now that his helmet’s not in the way he has an oral fixation, wanting to kiss, lick, and nip every inch of you. 

He moves his mouth to your other nipple, bringing it to a stiff peak between his lips and his teeth, before moving down your torso. He leaves kisses in his wake, finally getting to what he’s most excited about; eating you out. It’ll be his first time eating anyone out ever. He’s never done this before, not even with May. He's nervous about it, wanting to get it right, wanting to hear you moan, wanting to feel you shake and writhe against his face. Kriff, it’s all he’s been able to think about since he first had you in the alley all those rotations ago. 

He licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt and you shiver in response. 

“Please, Din,” you whine. 

He chuckles against you, sending vibrations through your core. 

“Oh, I’m taking my time with you, ca’tra,” he says before licking you again, licking along your folds before finally getting to your clit. 

He sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves slowly, making you arch your back in desperation. He applies more pressure, slowly working you up. Your hands find his hair, gripping his curls as he eats you, and he lets out a primal groan in response. 

Kriff, don’t stop doing that, he thinks to himself, his cock getting even harder if that’s somehow possible. 

He pulls back for a split second, just to moisten his fingers before slipping two of them inside you. Your grip on his hair tightens and you’re so close to the edge. He can tell by the way your whimpers get more incessant and the deepening arch of your back. You cum against his face and his hand, soaking both of them with your release. He didn’t think he could love this any more than he already did. But once he gets a taste of your cum, your release he’s in bliss. If there’s a heaven, he’s found it, right here between your thighs, completely soaked. 

Once you’re done writhing you sit up and look down at him, gasping at the mess you made on his face. 

“Oh kriff, I’m sorry,” you say, feeling a little bit embarrassed. 

“You’re sorry? Ca’tra, I need you to do that every single day for the rest of my life.”

“Stop, you don’t mean that,” you giggle. 

“Oh but I do,” he says, rising and resting on the back of his heels. 

He kisses you again, holding the back of your head with his hand, a deep, needy kiss. 

You pull back with a wide grin and say, “Your turn.”

“Oh you don’t have to,” he says sheepishly. 

“Oh but I want to,” you respond, sinking to the floor.

He moves to the edge of the bunk, sitting with a wide stance while you take his already hard cock in your hand. You give it a few strokes as you kiss along his groin, inching your way closer and closer to his cock. 

You swirl your tongue around underneath his foreskin and the tip slowly before taking his length in your mouth. He groans, panting at the slow motions of your head. You lay your tongue flat on the underside of his cock, wrapping your hand around the base and stroking it. You bob your head up and down, inching him towards the edge until he stops grabbing your face with his hands on each side of your head. 

“Need you. Now,” he says. 

You nod and rise from the floor, straddling him and sinking down onto his cock. You wrap your legs around his torso, grinding against him until cock is buried as deep as it can go. And now you’re face to face with each other, looking into one another’s eyes as you become one, intertwined together in a harmonious cycle like all of the stars, planets, nebulas, everything in the galaxy. 

His pupils are wide, leaving only a small ring of warm brown as he gazes at you in awe, a literal goddess before him grinding against him.

You cum together, kissing each other deeply when you do, moaning into each other’s mouths. It’s intense. He realizes that this is more than just sex for him, it’s an act of love, the greatest love he’s ever known. 

When you’re done you rest against him and he wraps his arms around you, stroking your back softly and replaying the night’s events in his head, everything from watching the Eye, to telling you he loves you, until now. 

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he says, kissing the top of your head. 

You pull back and look at him, repeating the phrase. He knows you mean it with all of your heart. 

And so the two of you spend the rest of the night in a cycle; resting, admiring each other, and having sex again. When you lay down you’re intertwined with each other. You can’t keep your hands or your eyes off his face, stroking his cheeks, trailing your pinking along the bridge of his nose, running your hands through his hair, and telling him how beautiful he is. 

Eventually when your core and your legs can’t take anymore, you sleep, holding each other without a care in the galaxy. 

All is well, for now. 

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Apotheosis Part Two: The Credence

Sith!Din Djarin x Rebel Spy!Reader

Apotheosis; the elevation of someone to divine status; deification.

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Series summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

Series warnings: canon divergent, dark!Din, switches between Din and Reader’s point of view, eventual smut, Star Wars lore (not super heavy), manipulation/gaslighting

Summary: Din does what he can to try and gain your trust.

Word count: 3.8k

Warnings: descriptions of an injury/hibernation sickness, eating/drinking, force-choking, manipulation, name reveal, use of Mando'a words (cin vhetin = blank slate), no use of y/n

Din

You’re out cold but Din’s not too worried. He’ll just use some bacta spray on your head. You’ll be going straight into carbonite anyway. As long as your memory is preserved, he doesn’t care. He throws you over his shoulder, your body slumping against him as he walks you back to the Crest. 

Ahsoka evaded capture, making it back to her ship with Grogu before Din was even finished with you. This is still a win for him, though. He knows that you know where the Jedi Academy is, which will lead him to Luke and any other force-sensitive children he may have there already. Getting you to talk will be the hard part, harder than capturing you. That says a lot since you were able to shoot Din in the leg. You have a good arm on you Din noticed. 

He can’t help but feel a twitch in his cock as his hand rests on your thigh while he carries you back to the ship. It doesn’t last long, though. He has a mission to worry about. 

He heads inside the Crest, setting your unconscious body down on a crate, your back resting against the wall. He wastes no time spraying the bacta spray on the spot where you hit your head. He needs to do everything he can to protect your memory or else this whole journey was for nothing. Or else this was… a miss. 

No, he never misses. 

He wraps a bandage around your head and picks you up again, pressing you into the carbonite freezer. And now, you’re still, completely solidified. You look like you’re sleeping, a nice contrast to what people are normally doing when he’s shoving them in the carbonite freezer. Normally they’re screaming for help. 

He sends a transmission to Moff Gideon regarding the outcome of his journey. He’s partially sorry Gideon will be disappointed that he wasn’t able to capture Ahsoka and the Grogu. He’ll just explain to Gideon that he can coax the information out of you, no matter how hard it is. 

These are all things he can worry about later, though. For now, he takes off from Corvus and sets his course back to Gideon’s Star Destroyer. 

-

Stormtroopers are hauling your frozen body off the Razor Crest. Din can’t even follow them. He’s been ordered to go straight to Gideon. It’s fine. Everything’s fine. He just has to tell Gideon it wasn’t a total loss. Once you wake up all Din has to do is extract the information from you somehow, whether you give it to him willingly or not. 

He enters the cockpit of the Star Destroyer, waiting to be acknowledged by Gideon. 

Gideon turns to face him, a disgruntled expression on his face, “Ahsoka Tano and the child got away.”

“I know, sir. But I have a plan.”

“And that is?”

“The spy has to know where the Jedi Academy is. We can just extract the information from her.”

“That won’t be an easy task.”

“I know.”

“Good! Then it’ll be your responsibility and yours alone.”

Din’s confidence doesn’t falter. He knows what he’s capable of. He can try a mind trick or two but if you’re strong-willed he’ll have to play the long game, gaining your trust and getting you to tell him willingly. It’s a challenge he’s ready to accept if and when the time comes. 

“Understood,” Din says. 

“Unfreeze her and begin your work. You’ll need all the time you can get.”

Din nods with the tip of his helmet and sets off back down the hallway towards the sounds of your screams and groans. You’re being unfrozen from the carbonite. He turns a corner into a small room where you’re damp, shivering, and lying down on a table. Two Stormtroopers grab your arms and hoist you upright. They enclose your wrists with a pair of handcuffs and you’re sitting there blinking rapidly.

“Your eyesight will return soon,” Din says.

“I know. I’m not stupid,” you spit out.

“Never said you were. I was just trying to reassure you.”

“Wow thanks,” you say sarcastically.

Din says nothing for a moment, letting you get acclimated to your surroundings and regain your senses.

After a beat, you ask, “Where’s Ahsoka? And the-”

“Escaped.”

You let out a sigh of relief. But before either of you can speak the troopers forcefully grab you off the table.

“Let’s go,” one of the Stormtroopers says in a gruff voice. 

With each trooper holding you upright you’re led down the hallway and towards the cells. Din follows from behind, already crafting a plan in mind for how he’s going to gain your trust. If it were up to Gideon, he’d just torture the information out of you, just like he did to Din many cycles ago. But that’s not what Din wants to do, he’s better than that. He’d be better off putting on a facade and getting you to trust him. Aside from hunting, manipulation is another one of his fine-tuned skills. 

He can and will do this, no matter what it takes. 

You 

You’re thrown into a cell, the hard metal floor making contact with your achy joints. You’re so cold, shivering with goosebumps riddled all over your skin and your clothes damp. The two troopers and the Mandalorian follow you into the cell, backing you into the corner. Handcuffed and kneeling on the floor, you shiver as the Mandalorian walks towards you. Your eyesight is starting to go back to normal but you almost wish it wasn’t yet. The stone-cold stare of his visor and imposing stance make you feel small like you want to just melt into the floor and disappear. 

He cocks his helmet to the side and says, “Uncuff her.”

“What? But-” one of the officers starts, but the Mandalorian cuts him off.

“I said uncuff her.”

The one Stormtrooper sighs and grabs your arm, yanking you upright so he can unlock your cuffs. Once your wrists are free he shoves you back down on the floor. You scatter to sit on the floor, bringing your knees to your chest and looking up at the three men glaring down at you. 

“Leave us.”

The two troopers glance at each other before leaving the cell. The door closes behind them once they leave. And once you’re completely alone, the Mandalorian crouches down in front of you. 

“I can get you food,” he says softly.

You look away from him, focusing your eyes on anything else in this barren cell besides the Mandalorian’s visor. 

“Hey,” he says, grabbing your chin and turning your face back towards him. 

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then, what do you want with me?”

“You have the information I want.”

“And that is?”

You already know what he’s looking for. He wants the location for Luke’s Jedi Academy. You should’ve seen this coming when you had to watch over Grogu. 

“And what makes you think I’ll just give it to you?”

“I know you won’t. You won’t give it up easily, that is.”

“You’re wasting your time with me.”

“I’m not. I know I have to be patient with you.”

“Congratulations,” you say sarcastically. 

He doesn’t react to your snarky comment, instead, he rises from the floor and walks over to the door. He pauses and turns back to look at you. 

“I’ll be back with some food,” he says before opening the cell door and leaving. 

You rest against the wall, letting tears roll down your cheeks. You close your eyes and wish it would all go away. And before you know it, you’re falling asleep on the cold metal floor. 

-

You don’t know how long you were out. But you’re sore; sore from the fight against the Mandalorian when you were captured, sore from sleeping on the floor, sore from staying in a balled-up position for so long. And you’re still just as cold as before. You open your eyes and to your surprise, the Mandalorian is sitting crisscross in front of you, his visor fixed on you and a plate of food in his lap. 

“You’re awake,” he says curtly. 

“Yup,” you respond bitterly. 

“Here,” he says, holding out the plate of food, “For you.”

He holds out the plate, filled with a few slices of bread and fruit you don’t recognize. You move to sit crisscross and take the plate in your hands reluctantly. He hands you a canteen of water that was sitting by his side. 

“How do I know you haven’t poisoned this?” you ask, raising your eyebrow at him. 

“What good would that do me?” 

…He’s not wrong. Especially since the information you hold is so precious, so vital. Letting out a sigh, you resign to eating the food from the Mandalorian. You expect him to leave now but he doesn’t. He watches you intently as you eat, his gloved hands resting on his thighs and his cape fanned out behind him. 

Just as you’re about to take a sip of water he moves his hands, bringing them to the edge of his helmet. You gasp at the movement of his helmet, slowly inching off his head, followed by a hiss of his modulator. 

You look away, shielding your eyes with your hands. You know Mandalorians, more specifically Children of the Watch, are not supposed to remove their helmets. But… Why are you showing him this much respect? He captured you. He’s nothing but a monster. 

He lets out a low chuckle and you slowly turn your head back to him, moving your hand away from your face. 

He’s… handsome. And you hate yourself for even thinking that. He’s got brown curls, matted a little from his helmet. His facial hair, slightly patchy, is graying a little. He has a strong nose, too. But as your eyes scan his face, they stop on his eyes. His irises are brown but they also have that unmistakable Sith yellow ring in the middle. A shiver runs down your spine as his lips curve into a smirk. 

“Why did you do that? Do you not follow your creed?”

“Mhm, I abandoned it a long time ago.”

“Then why do you still wear the armor?” you ask, setting the plate of food down on the floor and folding your arms. 

“This armor is better than anything they could give me.”

You don’t know what to say so you change the subject. 

“Like I said before, you’re wasting your time with me.”

“I disagree,” he says, still wearing the same smirk and cocking his head to the side, “You’re special. I think you could thrive here.”

“What makes you think I would ever join you?”

“Like I said before, I know I have to be patient with you.”

You say nothing and he takes the opportunity to continue. 

“Your talents were being wasted with the rebels. I know who you are. I know what you’re capable of.”

“Speaking of the rebels, someone will be coming after me.”

“If you were so important to them then why were you left unguarded? Why was it so easy for me to capture you?”

You gulp. Maybe he does have a- 

No, no no, don’t listen to him. As far as anyone is concerned, the Empire doesn’t exist anymore. To your old friends from the rebellion, there’s no need to protect you then. But someone will come looking for you. You know it. 

The Mandalorian replaces the helmet on his head and gets up off the floor. 

“Enjoy your food,” he says, back in his modulated tone before leaving. The cell door shuts behind him and you’re alone again. 

You curl back into a ball and rest on the floor, facing the wall and wishing you were anywhere else but here. 

Din

Din leaves your cell reminding himself he has to keep playing the long game. It’s tempting to lose his patience and revert to plain old torture but he keeps telling himself that he’s better than that. He tried pointing out how your old friends, your old community don’t care about you anymore. It’s harsh but he firmly believes it to be true. Someone who was so important to the Rebellion ought to be better protected. Why would they let you move to an abysmal town anyway? But that’s all beside the point. 

The bottom line is, he needs to try another form of manipulation. He saw you were sort of surprised when he brought you food. Perhaps he needs to pamper you in other ways. He saw the way you were shivering back there… Maybe you need new clothes and a warm blanket. 

He heads down to the laundry room on the ship, thinking he’ll just ask the Stormtrooper working there for a change of clothes for you.

“I need something,” Din says as he enters the room.

The Stormtrooper stops what he’s doing and looks at Din, waiting for instructions.

“I need… I need clothes for a woman.”

“A woman?”

“Yes.”

“This for that prisoner? What are you doing bringing her clothes?”

“What does it matter to you? I’m the one in charge of her.”

The Stormtrooper sighs and turns around to rifle through clothes in large bins. He sighs again before looking over at Din, “Yeah we’re not partially stocked up on women’s clothes. And she’s not getting an Imperial Officer uniform.”

“You don’t have anything from past prisoners?”

“Let me see what I can do…” the trooper says, moving to another bin in the corner of the room. He picks up a few pieces and tosses them over to Din.

“I’m not sure what will work but you can go through those.”

“I need a blanket, too.”

“Are you serious? She needs a blanket, too?? You know she’s just a prisoner, right?”

Maker, he’s annoying. And so nosey. Why does he care? Are the clothes and blanket coming out of his personal stash? Can he just take orders for one minute without complaining and-

The Stormtrooper is clutching his throat, letting out sputtering choking sounds. Din didn’t even realize he had begun force-choking him. Din’s gloved hand is outstretched hanging in the air, aimed at the trooper’s throat. He lets it go on a little longer, even after he realizes what he’s doing before dropping his hand and letting the trooper regain his breath again. 

“Hand over the blanket,” Din says through gritted teeth.

The trooper scrambles to look for a blanket before handing it to Din. Din turns on his heel without looking back at him, only focused on you and not the fear he’s just instilled in this random Stormtrooper. 

He heads back to your cell, opening the door, and finding you still sitting on the floor, the plate of food finished. You look up at him as he enters, raising an eyebrow at the ball of fabric he’s carrying. He tosses them on the floor beside you. 

“For you,” he says.

You take the stuff in your hands and ask, “But… Why?”

“I wanted you to be comfortable. I wasn’t sure what would work so I grabbed a few things.”

“...Thanks.”

“Do you need more food,” Din asks, bending down to pick up the plate.

“No, I’m alright.”

“I’ll be back later to check on you.” 

And with that, he leaves. He’ll stop by later to see if this part of his plan worked. You could be stubborn and refuse his offering. Or you could give in, especially after sleeping many hours on the cold floor in damp clothing.

Time will tell. 

You

Reluctantly, you rummage through the selection of clothes the Mandalorian brought you. Why is he doing this? Is it just because he feels bad for you? Is he trying to turn you over?

Whatever the reason is… you can’t lie and say you haven’t missed dry clothes and a warm blanket. You settle on a pair of linen pants and a sweater that somehow fit you almost perfectly. Where did he get these? You doubt the Empire keeps a rotation of clothes on deck for their prisoners. 

But then it dawns on you… They’re probably from past prisoners. And that makes you sick to your stomach. 

Nevertheless, you peel off your damp clothes and slip into your new ones, lying down on the floor and covering yourself with the blanket. The Mandalorian was right, you’re much more comfortable now. For the time being, you rest. It’s not like you have much of a choice to do anything else anyway. 

-

You slept for Maker knows how long. It feels like that’s all you’ll be doing. You wonder how much time has passed on Corvus; if anyone has noticed your absence. It’s not like your disappearance will be reported. It’s not like you had any sort of meaningful relationship with anyone in Calodan. You’re banking on someone from the rebellion to try and locate you. You haven’t heard from anyone from that chapter of your life for a long time. 

But then you remember, Ahsoka said Leia mentioned you. Surely Ahsoka will tell Luke and Leia and they’ll send someone after you. 

But… Wouldn’t they have found you by now? Maybe? It’s hard to tell. Your concept of time is completely shot. 

The cell door opens and the Mandalorian is back again, this time with more food and water. He enters and sits down in front of you, the door closing behind him.

“You should eat,” he says softly. 

You sit upright and take the plate from him, feeling a little awkward that he’s just sitting here watching you eat again. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“I just want to make sure you’re doing okay.”

“By keeping me in this metal box?”

“You’re right.”

You stop mid-bite. You’re… stunned. Maybe he’s realizing the error of his ways?

“You deserve to be more comfortable, cin vhetin,” he says. He used a Mando’a word, but it’s one you’ve never heard before.

“...Thanks?”

“Don’t you see how important you are?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know all about you, your past in the Rebellion, how vital you were… are. You have so much potential and it’s all being wasted for an organization that doesn’t care about you.”

You can’t deny that you’ve been having doubts about the Rebellion, about your former friends. 

“What… What can you do for me?”

“So much. Whatever you want to learn.”

Stop it. You’re not going down that path.

“Can I tell you something?” he says, taking off his helmet and setting it beside him. You’re mesmerized by his eyes, the brown in them so comforting but the Sith yellow so… piercing.

“Sure…”

“I used to be part of something, too, the Mandalorian covert. It took me a long time to realize they didn’t care about me and didn’t have my best interest in mind. But here, with the Empire, I’m somebody.”

You can’t lie, you’ve felt that way before, even now you still kind of do. And he seems so sincere right now. His eyes scan your fast for any sign of trust from you, like he’s desperate to earn it.

“But… Are you just telling me all of this so I’ll tell you where the Jedi Academy is? Are you just going to toss me to the side once you’re done with me?”

“If all I cared about was the Jedi Academy, I would’ve found out by now and you’d already be dead. I’m not lying. You could do great things here.”

Maker, he’s convincing.

“Can I tell you something else? It’s something not a lot of people know.”

“Oh?”

“My name.”

Maybe he really is being sincere.

“Okay…”

“My name is Din Djarin.”

“Hello, Din,” you say sheepishly.

“I don’t trust many people with my name.”

“I understand,” you say softly. 

“I’ll be right back,” he says suddenly, rising from the floor and putting on his helmet.

And now you’re alone again, missing the small amount of human interaction you just had. 

Din

Din sets off down the hallway, back towards the cockpit and Moff Gideon. When he enters, no one acknowledges him. It isn’t until Din clears his throat that Gideon notices he’s there.

“What is it?” Moff Gideon asks.

“...I need sleeping quarters for the prisoner,” Din says, almost wincing with his words. 

“Sleeping quarters? What for?” Gideon says, turning and looking at Din with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m… close to gaining her trust.”

“You’re certain?”

“I am.”

“Fine. I’ll have a trooper show you to her sleeping quarters after you retrieve the prisoner,” he says with a wave of his hand. 

Din nods and sets off back down the hallway, a little bit of excitement brewing in his stomach. Maybe now you’ll finally trust him. 

He arrives at your cell, opens the door, and steps inside. 

“Cin vhetin, I have a surprise for you.”

You

“Oh?”

“Come with me,” he says, grabbing your hand and helping you off the floor.

There’s a trooper outside your cell. He sets off down the hallway and Din follows him, your hand still intertwined in his. You’re feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. He said it was a surprise and you swear there was a hint of excitement in his voice. But… Can you trust him?

The trooper leads you to an elevator and you’re sweating nervously about what this “surprise” could possibly be. The elevator stops at a floor, doesn’t matter which one because you can’t possibly know where you are on this ship. He leads you down another hallway before stopping at a door. 

“Here you are,” he says to Din before leaving the way you came.

“I arranged for you to have your own sleeping quarters,” Din says.

“Really?”

“I meant it when I said I wanted you to be comfortable,” he says, opening the door.

Inside is your own room, with a real bed. You can’t believe Din did this for you. You can only assume this is against protocol from Moff Gideon, moving a prisoner from a cell to their own sleeping quarters. Maybe he does care about you…

“I think this will be much better for you.”

“Wow… Thank you, Din.”

“Of course, cin vhetin. I’m going to let you sleep now.”

“Is it? I don’t know what time is it anymore.”

“It is,” he chuckles, “Sleep well.”

And he’s gone again before you can ask him what that word means. 

You get settled in your bed and turn off the lights, getting ready for some real sleep for once. You’re comfortable for once, giddy even. Din might be a man of his word after all.

…Just as you feel yourself teetering on the brink of sleep, you feel a sinister presence looming over your bed. 

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Bonus Content: Kriff’s Sake, I’ll Love Every Version Of You

Party rock in hyperspace tonight, Everybody just have a good time… 

Fine. Boulder was right. Dancing was still fun. Moving with the rhythms, even half-heartedly, made Boomerang feel more like himself than he had since the last time he was here. The alcohol probably helped, or maybe Bumi at his side cheering him on, but regardless, maybe he would stay a little longer. He twisted to face another newcomer as the bridge kicked in. Still, fun as it was, this wasn’t the same without-

Without -  

He froze, and so did the gorgeous green-skinned Twi-lek man opposite him, with the brazen, deep, piercing eyes. Eyes he knew. 

“Mesh'la?!”

“Boomerang! I…” 

The twi-leks words seemed to get caught but it was undoubtedly her. Or, him? The person standing before Boomerang looked different, but those expressions, the way they spoke his name, those eyes… He swallowed hard. There were so many things he wanted desperately to say, but only one seemed to come to his mind. 

“You came back?” 

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You done?

Brat Tamer!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: Inspired by the gif below 🥵🫠 (I couldn’t find who is the gif creator is, so if that person is you or someone you know please let me know and I’ll happily give credit where it’s due🤍)

Summary: You’re being a brat and bitching at Din. He decides to punish you.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), brat taming, blindfolds, helmet comes off, spitting, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, praising, pet names (pretty girl, cyar’ika), sir kink, no use of y/n

“You done?” Din asks, sitting and watching you pace back and forth in the storage area of the Crest. There’s a hint of amusement in his voice. He’s enjoying watching you bitch at him. You don’t even know what you’re bitching about anymore, probably something about what Din did or didn’t do. Something about tripping over his blaster he left on the floor and laughing when you stubbed your toe…

“Not even close.”

“Mhm,” he says, stifling a chuckle. He’s sitting with his thighs spread wide open in a full man-spread, leaning back against the wall of the Crest. He would be so attractive if he wasn’t so irritating right now. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, stopping dead in your tracks and folding your arms. 

“Nothing,” he says. He’s definitely smirking under that helmet.

“No, tell me,” you press.

“Just waiting for you to shut up,” he chuckles. 

“Make me,” you reply. It’s your turn to wear a sly grin now. 

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, rising from the crate he was sitting on and sauntering over to you. 

He pushes you up against the wall, grabbing your hands and pinning them above your head. He brings his helmet beside your ear, talking to you in a low, gravelly tone. 

“What happens when you act like a brat?”

“…I get punished.”

“That’s right, cyar’ika.”

You gulp and he chuckles, moving one of his hands on your inner thigh and feeling you shudder at his touch. 

“Strip and wait for me in the bunk,” he commands.

He releases your hands and you do as you’re told, removing your clothes and sitting on the cot's edge. You hear him rifling through one of the shelves. You know exactly what he’s looking for; the blindfold. 

Din doesn’t normally use the blindfold. He understands all too well having some sort of barrier on your head, depriving you of your senses. He only busts out the blindfold when you’re being a bad girl. 

He returns with the silky black fabric in his hands, leaning against the doorframe in the bunk. 

“Time for your punishment,” he says, walking towards you and crouching down in front of the cot to meet your eye level. 

You let out a groan as he begins to wrap the blindfold around your head, prompting him to stop and ask, “Are you complaining?”

“No!” you say quickly. 

“That’s what I thought.”

The blindfold is secured around your head. You can’t see a thing, relying on your other senses. Goosebumps prick your skin in anticipation of his touch. You hear his gloves hitting the floor and his hands pressing you down lightly onto the cot. His warm skin against you sets your nerves aflame, already shuddering in desire and need for him. 

“Patience, cyar’ika,” he reminds you. 

You hear the hiss of his modulator and kriff, he’s taking his helmet off. This is so unfair. 

Another groan escapes your lips and all of a sudden his face is hovering over yours. 

“What did I say?”

You don’t respond, only uttering a bratty wine. 

“I think you need to be punished even more now,” he tuts, pulling back and sitting on the edge of the cot by your thighs. 

“What?? No, I’ll be good. I swear!”

“Too late,” he teases. 

He spreads your thighs apart, his face inches away from your cunt. His breath sends a shiver up your spine as he watches how wet you’re getting already. 

“So wet. So ready for me,” he says, swiping two fingers up and down your entrance. 

You whine again, aching for more of his touch, more stimulation. 

“You don’t get to cum without my permission. Got it?”

“Fine,” you pout. 

“Do better,” he commands. 

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” you whine. 

“Good girl,” he praises. 

His words make you melt. He moistens his fingers with his mouth, sliding one inside you slowly. He takes his time curling his singular digit against your walls, feeling how wet you are for him; how bad you want him already. He pushes up against your g-spot, eliciting a moan from you. 

“You want more, don’t you, pretty girl?”

“Please, sir,” you whine. 

“Beg.”

“Please, sir, I can’t take it anymore. I’ll be a good girl, I swear!”

“Fine,” he sighs, faux annoyance in his voice, “Since you asked nicely.”

He inserts another finger, working your cunt closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. He’s talented with his fingers and it makes sense, being that he could never really eat a girl out, until you. 

Just when you think you can’t hold on any longer you ask, “Can I cum please?”

“Not yet.”

“I can’t hold on much longer,” you whine. 

“I said not yet,” he reminds you. 

But it’s a good thing he made you wait, because he brings his tongue to your clit, making swirls around it as he fingers you. 

“Sir, please. I can’t-”

He cuts you off with a hum of approval against your clit. Your hands reach down between your legs and grasp his hair, tugging on his curls while you cum against his face. Your cunt flutters around his fingers as the pleasure built up in your core spreads outwards, infecting your limbs with waves of euphoria. 

He pulls away once you’re done, wasting no time to be inside you already. He pulls his cock out of his flight suit and gives it a few strokes, before settling in between your thighs and entering you in one clean motion, without any warning. 

“Din… Ah!” you gasp in surprise. 

“You can take it,” he commands in a husky voice, drawing his hips back and slamming into you. 

You nod and that’s when he grabs your chin, keeping your face steady and fixed on him. You’d give anything in the galaxy to rip this blindfold off already. 

“Open,” he says with a squeeze on your chin. 

You open your mouth and he leans down, his mouth hovering over yours. He spits in your mouth, closing it shut with his hand. 

“Good girl,” he praises, kissing you passionately while picking up the pace and slamming into you unforgivingly. 

You moan against his lips and he pulls back to ask, “Pretty girl gonna cum already?”

“C-Can I?” you ask with a shaky breath. 

“Are you gonna keep acting like a brat?”

“No, sir.”

“Cum on my cock,” he commands again, finishing his command with a slam of his hips. 

You cum around his cock, walls fluttering and pulsating around him. Your orgasm pulls his own from him, painting your insides with his cum. He lets out a mangled, unmodulated groan as he finishes, a rare sound for you but nevertheless a treat every time. 

He pulls out of you and lays down next to you on the cot. You hear his modulator hiss as his helmet is replaced on his head followed by his hands undoing your blindfold. 

“I really am sorry about your toe,” he says with a chuckle. 

“It’s okay,” you laugh, looking over at him, “But I am gonna act like a brat again.”

“That was always a given.”

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Slow it Down

AN: Happy Wanksgiving, y'all (and Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate)! This is my contribution. I meant to write something else but the muse wants what it wants and she wanted Poe so, hope y'all enjoy. 😘

(Un-beta’d - i wrote this in like 2 hours and barely proofread it so lol, apologies for any mistakes)

You’ve never seen him like this before, so rushed, so…frantic. Normally, he takes his time, draws everything out, especially when he’s been away, but it’s different this time. He’s different.

Rated: M+ (this is smut so, i mean, you’ve been warned?) Words: 1,312 Pairing: Poe Dameron x F!Reader Warnings: established relationship, desperate!angsty!Poe, p in v, oral sex, a little roughness, choking (barely), creampie, a little cockwarming (please let me know if i missed anything). AO3

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You fall into the room, a tangle of limbs, tongues, and teeth, moans muffled by Poe’s tongue in your mouth. Poe pushes you against the durasteel door when it slides closed, pressing his body along the length of you, hands pulling at your uniform. You gasp when he tweaks your nipple through the rough fabric of your shirt, breaking the kiss. He doesn’t stop though, mouthing down your neck, nipping at your jaw, hot tongue dipping into the notch at the base of your throat. You’re completely at his mercy, simply clinging to him, fingers tangling in his soft, dark curls. 

He pulls back slightly, fingers fumbling with the buttons on your shirt. He quickly pushes the offending material from your shoulders, mouth latching onto your breast as his hands drop to the waistband of your pants. He has you laid out on the bed before you even realize he’s moving, fingers pulling down your underwear just as quickly. 

“Poe,” you pant, trying to get his attention as he tosses your panties over his shoulder, his eyes roving over your prone form.

Instead of answering, he licks his lips and dives into your center, drawing a surprised gasp from you as he laps messily at your folds. You hum when he circles your clit with the tip of his tongue, a shiver of pleasure racing through your body.

You’ve never seen him like this before, so rushed, so…frantic. Normally, he takes his time, draws everything out, especially when he’s been away, but it’s different this time. He’s different.

Poe sinks lower, spearing his tongue into your fluttering hole, his nose pressing deliciously against your clit. You moan as he pushes in as deep as he can manage, his tongue sliding along your sensitive walls before slipping back out to tease your entrance. His hands grip you like a vice, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he drinks from you like you’re an oasis in the middle of the desert.

You know something is wrong, but he just feels so good, and he clearly needs this, so you don’t question it, instead letting him have his way with you. It doesn’t take him long to send you over the edge, a scream lodging in your throat as he groans into you, greedily lapping at the release that spills from your pussy.

He pulls away quickly, wasting no time as you come down, your chest heaving, heart beating wildly beneath your breast.

He settles over you again, the slide of his bare skin against yours heavenly. Your brain is still fuzzy with pleasure as he positions himself at your entrance, but you're coherent enough to notice that he isn’t talking, isn’t making eye contact. Usually you can’t get him to shut up, whether it’s about how good you feel or how much he missed you, begging you to look at him as he fucks into you.

“Poe,” you say, reaching for him, hands skimming his strong shoulders, the muscles flexing beneath your touch.

He still won’t look at you, his brow pinched in what you thought was concentration but now realize is something else. He grunt as he begins to push into you, your mouth falling open in a gasp as the length of him drags over one of your sweet spots. He pauses when he’s fully seated, his jaw clenched and you realize…he’s shaking. 

What had he seen out there to make him act this way?

Concern breaks through the haze of lust as you slip your hands up his shoulders and neck, his movements stilling when you take his face in your hands. He pants, wild eyes glued to your neck as you patiently wait for him to gather his thoughts. When he does, you see his desire, yes, but also something unexpected: fear. Pain lances through your chest, eyes welling with tears as you stroke his cheeks with your thumbs. 

It takes him a moment to give in, his eyelids fluttering as he practically melts into your touch. You pull him close, wrapping him in your arms and he happily buries his face in your shoulder, eyes still closed as he inhales your comforting scent. His forearms are braced on either side of your head as you hold him, fingers carding soothingly through his hair.

“Slow down, baby,” you tell him softly, nuzzling your nose against his ear. “You’re safe here, you’re home.”

His hands fist into the sheets at your words, arms pushing in closer to you, as if he’s trying to hug you back. You hold him as long as he needs you to, whispering comforting words, his cock still nestled inside you. When he’s ready, he pulls back to meet your eyes, the look in them guilty, pleading.

“I’m sorry,” he rasps, swallowing thickly as your thumb brushes his cheek once more. “This mission, it…it was rough.”

“I figured as much,” you say softly, nodding in understanding. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

He shakes his head, sighing as his eyes rove your face. “Not yet.”

You smile, nodding again and pulling him into a gentle kiss. “Later then.”

His lips quirk slightly and he nods, leaning in to kiss you again. He still seems slightly desperate, but no longer frantic, kissing you deeply and slowly, his lips and tongue sliding languidly over yours. 

When he starts to move again, it’s unhurried, his hips grinding into yours, his hand reaching down to pull one of your legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside until the tip of him bumps your cervix. Your cunt squeezes him and he breaks the kiss with a groan, his eyes glassy as he watches you writhe beneath him.

“So beautiful,” he slurs, sliding his hand up to cup your cheek. 

You moan in response, skin heating a little, both from pleasure and from his words. He moves his thumb over your bottom lip, wordlessly asking you to part them. You do, sucking the digit inside, your tongue lapping at his fingertip. Poe’s movements stutter slightly, his throat bobbing as he watches you, damp curls falling across his forehead.

His pace increases a little and you know he’s close, his body shuddering over you. You reach for him as he pulls his thumb from your mouth, hand coming to rest against the base of your throat as he pushes into you again and again.

“I love you so much, sweetheart,” he pants, breath hitching as you clench around him. “You know that, right?”

You’re so close, so full—of him, of your love for him. You feel like you’re going to burst from it all.

“I know,” you breathe, smiling softly at him. “I love you too, flyboy.”

He leans in to press his forehead to yours, his labored breaths fanning against your lips as he thrusts, the pleasure rising higher and higher.

The hand on your neck clenches slightly and you whine, pussy fluttering around his length as you fall over the edge, pleasure surging through your veins. Poe groans, the sound of it broken, as he follows you a moment later, spilling his warmth deep inside. You’re still pulsing around him as he comes down and he can’t seem to stop the press of his hips, his softening cock pushing his spend even further into you.

He’s still inside when you come down, his gaze intent on your face as he cradles your head in his hands. When you lock eyes, he smiles, thumbs rubbing soothing circles at the base of your skull. You smile back, content to be in his embrace again, to have him be with you, be present. There’s still something there in his eyes, that fear, and you hope he’ll talk to you about it once he’s ready. Until then, you’ll settle for keeping him grounded and in the moment.

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Apotheosis Part One: The Capture

Sith!Din Djarin x Rebel Spy!Reader

Apotheosis; the elevation of someone to divine status; deification.

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Series summary: Din Djarin is a force-sensitive bounty hunter, working for the remnants of the Empire. He's on the hunt for you, an ex-rebel spy who has key information; the location where Luke Skywalker is building his Jedi training academy. But when you're captured, you're not going to give up the location easily. Din will have to utilize “alternative methods” to turn you over to the dark side.

Series warnings: canon divergent, dark!Din, switches between Din and Reader’s point of view, eventual smut, Star Wars lore (not super heavy), (more warnings will be added as story continues)

Author’s note: Welcome to the first installment of this silly little trilogy! I hope you all come to like this different take on Din! ❤️‍🔥 Thank you to @jupiter-soups, @kajashe, and @pedgito for beta reading this for me!

Summary: Din Djarin is sent by Moff Gideon to capture you and Grogu.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: just an introduction of our two main characters, the reader gets captured at the end, reader does not know Din’s name yet, canon typical violence, force sensitive!Din, no use of y/n

You

Life used to be good. Back in the day when you had your friends in the Rebellion, you felt like you had a sense of community; a sense of belonging. But when the Empire was destroyed the need for the Rebellion dissipated. So, you chose to live out your days on the planet Corvus, in the village of Calodan. It’s a stark difference from your old life. Gone were the days of being a rebel spy, acting as an imperial officer while the Empire was constructing the second Death Star. You were someone important, reporting back to the Rebellion with information that was vital to the Rebellion.

And for what? To toss you aside as soon as they stopped needing you? Surely for someone as vital as you were to the Rebellion, they would’ve made sure you were well taken care of, living a relatively comfortable life. But the reality is quite the opposite. 

Calodan is rough to say the least, living under Magistrate Morgan Elsbeth’s oppressive rule. She’s walking proof that there are still fledgling pockets of the Empire scattered across the galaxy. This time of peace will surely come to an end. And when that time comes… Wouldn’t the Rebellion call upon one of their most trusted spies?

Maker, that’s awful. You’re wishing for unrest in the galaxy just so you can live an exciting life again. The reality is, you’re wishing for more than just some thrill. You’re wishing for stability, friends, food in your stomach, a sense of community, and belonging. That’s what you’re after. 

And it’s all so far out of reach. 

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You’re walking back from the market, your small bag of the little food you could afford slung on your shoulder. You’re always on edge here, even in your own home. It’s only right when Calodan isn’t necessarily the safest place to live. Morgan Elsbeth and her guards have people chained up in electrical cages in the village center on a whim, regardless if they did anything wrong or not. Kriff, if someone looks at a guard the wrong way, it’s straight to the cages. This causes everyone to move through the streets quickly, keeping their heads low and avoiding eye contact with others. It’s for their own safety but you can’t deny it’s also made the village lonely and secluded. You’re not living here; you’re merely surviving, just barely. This isn’t the life you pictured for yourself. 

Lost in your own thoughts again you barely notice the presence behind you. Just as you turn your head to look, the figure is gone. All you saw was the edge of a dark cloak, turning a corner and heading down an alley. You don’t linger. You know better. You’ve been able to stay out of trouble ever since you moved here. And you’re certainly not going to start now. 

Power walking and extending your strides, you head home, holding your breath and keeping your head low. Once you get home you lock the door behind you and finally breathe. You slump down into a chair at your kitchen table and set your bag of food on the tabletop. That could’ve been nothing. It could’ve been your imagination. Or someone else trying to mind their own business. After all, you weren’t attacked, the person didn’t say anything to you. They were behind you and then gone an instant. You’re just being paranoid again. 

That is until you’re emptying your bag and you notice a small piece of paper folded up and resting at the bottom. With shaky hands you grab it and before you unfold it you try to think about what it could say. It can’t be credits that someone is after, you don’t have any. You don’t entangle yourself with the wrong crowd here. You keep to yourself, only leaving your house when it's necessary. But the idea that someone is watching you, taking note of your routines, what route you walk home every day, knowing when to plant the piece of paper in your bag without being noticed… That scares you. It makes you feel like the walls of your house are about to close in on you. It makes you feel like someone is lurking in the shadows, ready to strike when you’re not looking. If they know where you live, they will wait inside your home and strike. They could-

Breathe. Unfold the kriffing paper. 

So, you do. And you’re… somewhat relieved? 

The note reads; 

Come to the edge of the forest at the north side of Calodan at nightfall… alone. 

At the bottom of the piece of paper is a hand-drawn symbol of the Rebellion. 

Maybe you’re getting that action you wished for. But you’re still hesitant. Anyone could write this note and pretend they’re associated with the Rebellion. 

It is tempting, though. You have a blaster hidden deep in your closet. It hasn’t been used since you moved here. Tonight seems like the perfect night to dig it out. 

You’re kneeling on the floor, rummaging through your closet. In the back, there’s a wooden box, containing your blaster and other things from your time in the rebellion. You feel it with your hand and slide it towards you, lifting the lid and being flooded with memories. Inside the box is your old imperial disguise, a pin in the shape of the Rebellion symbol, your grappling line, and your blaster. You take the blaster in your hands and rub your thumb under the cool, black metal.

You can do this, you tell yourself. 

Rising from the floor, you tuck the blaster and grappling line in the waistband of your pants and set off into the night. The wall on the north side of the village is the least guarded at night. The person who left the note must’ve known that. 

You’re swift on your feet, moving quietly and keeping your head in a constant swivel, on the lookout for any witnesses. But everyone is home like they should be. It’s past curfew. If you were to be caught you’d be subjected to the electric cages. 

You can do this, you remind yourself. 

You reach the north wall and aim your grappling line at the top of the wallet, retracting the line and pulling yourself to the top. Your landing is a little shaky but you still got it. It feels like old times again. You reattach the grappling line to the other side of the wall and slowly lower yourself on the ground. You made it. You did it. 

But there’s still this strange person to meet, a stranger who for some reason knows who you are, knows your past. Taking a deep breath, you walk towards the forest, anxiety brewing in your stomach about just who this person could be. The forest is misty and it’s hard to see. You replace the grappling line in your waistband and draw your blaster, on high already for any attackers or one of Morgan Elsbeth’s guards who somehow noticed you leaving the village. 

“You made it,” a woman’s voice calls from your right. 

You turn and look who it is. You can make out a figure standing in the fog, wearing a dark gray cloak. Her hood is on her head but you can make out blue and white head tails peeking out. 

“Do I know you?” you ask. 

“No, but I know of you.”

“Oh?”

She removes her head and you're certain it’s Ahsoka Tano. You’ve never met her but you’ve heard stories during your time in the Rebellion. She was never associated with it, laying low and in hiding. So why would she leave a Rebellion symbol on the piece of paper?

“Ahsoka Tano?”

“Seems like you know of me, too.”

“Why are you here? And why did you leave me that note with the symbol?”

“I knew it would get your attention; get you to trust the anonymous sender. It worked, didn’t it?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I need a favor.”

“What kind of favor?”

“For Luke Skywalker.”

Kriff, Luke Skywalker? The Luke Skywalker?! You haven’t seen him in forever. You gotta play it cool, though. You can’t seem too eager. 

“What does he want?”

“He doesn’t know about it yet but… I need you to watch over someone very important to him.”

“Well, how can it be important if he doesn’t know about it?”

“He’s building a Jedi academy on Ossus and I rescued a force-sensitive child from the Empire-“

“The Empire is still around?”

“There’s always remnants; sympathizers left in the galaxy.”

“Right.”

“I need you to watch over him until I can take him to Luke. I have to make some repairs on my ship before I can go and it’ll take me some time.”

“That’s all you need me for?”

“I needed someone I could trust. Leia said you’d be the perfect person here.”

Leia. Maybe you need to do this. 

“When will you be taking him?”

“Two rotations from now. So you’ll do it?”

“Fine. If it’s to help Luke then why not?”

She smiles and moves her cloak to reveal a pouch hanging over her shoulder, hitting her at her hip. Inside the pouch is a small creature, pastel green with large black eyes. He looks to be of the same species as Yoda, whom you've never met. But you’ve heard stories of him. 

“This is Grogu,” she says, taking off the pouch and walking forward to hand it to you. You take it in your hands and wear it on your shoulder, looking down at Grogu who’s peering up at you with questioning eyes. 

“She’s a friend, Grogu,” she reassures him. 

“How old is he?” you ask.

“About fifty. But for his species that’s still pretty much a baby.”

“So… How do I take care of him?”

“Don’t let him out of your sight. He can find things to get into if you’re not looking. Just make sure he’s fed and he should be pretty good for you.”

“Okay… Am I meeting you back here when you’re going to take him?”

“Mhm. Meet me back here in two rotations, same time.”

“Alright…”

“May the force be with you,” she says, turning and walking deeper into the forest, her cape billowing in the wind. 

You sigh and look down at Grogu. He doesn’t say a word but you don’t expect him to, instead, he cocks his head to the side, looking up at you with a blank expression on his face. 

“Alright, kid. You’re going to have to be quiet on the way back to my house. Got it?”

He babbles a strange noise that you can only assume is a noise of acknowledgment before you set off back toward the village. You grapple up and over the stone wall as you did when you left, landing softly on your feet and retracting the line. The coast seems to be clear. And just like before you’re light on your sweet, moving like the wind. Once you’re home, you let Grogu out of his pouch and onto your bed. All you know about him is that he’s young and force sensitive so he’s going to need a watchful eye at all times. This is going to be the longest two rotations of your life. 

Din

Moff Gideon recruited Din to join his cause several cycles ago, but it wasn’t willingly. He knew Din was special back then. Force-sensitive Mandalorians are hard to come by. But it took some “convincing” to turn him over if you could call it that. Most people would call it torture. 

“Please bring me Din Djarin,” Gideon says to one of his officers. 

He bows at the command and leaves the cockpit, setting off down the hallway. Gideon has a task for Din, a special one this time. For a while now, Din’s been working as a bounty hunter for Gideon’s small remnant of the Empire. He’ll go after anyone Gideon tells him to, and he normally doesn’t ask questions. But this time, Din needs to know the full scope of who he’s going after. That someone… being you. And also the child. The Empire knows Luke is out there somewhere, building a Jedi Academy. They plan to stop Luke in his tracks and capture any force-sensitive students he may already have, turning them over to the Dark Side as soldiers for the Empire. 

The cockpit doors open once again. It’s the same officer as before but this time Din is behind him, stance strong and ready to take on a new mission.

“I have a task for you, Din Djarin,” Moff Gideon says. 

“To where?”

“Corvus, more specifically the village Calodan. One of our own, Morgan Elsbeth is the Magistrate. I’ve just received word from her that an ex-Rebel Spy has crossed paths with Ahsoka Tano and has taken the child into her care until they leave for the Jedi Academy. I need to go there to capture the spy and the child. If you talk with Morgan Elsbeth she’ll tell you when to strike.”

“I understand,” Din says with a tip of his helmet and nothing more. 

He turns and leaves the cockpit, thinking about his new mission and how he’s going to capture you. If he can, he’d like to sneak up on you when you’re sleeping or walking down a dark alley. You’re an ex-spy. He’ll have to be smart about how he goes about this. But once he captures you and tries to get you to talk? That’s when the fun begins. 

-

He leaves the docking bay in his ship, a Razor Crest, punching in the coordinates for Corvus and setting a course. On the way he thinks about how he’ll get you. Sure you’re an ex-spy, but that doesn’t mean anything to him. He’s never missed a bounty and he’s certainly not going to start now. Moff Gideon is confident in him, too. He is sending Din with no backup after all. This is all routine for Din, nothing to lose sleep over. 

Din is a force to be reckoned with… literally. There are not many force-sensitive Mandalorians out there. He could’ve chosen to be a Jedi, to follow the Light Side of the force. But the Dark Side was calling to him in a voice louder than the Light Side could ever appeal to him. He’s never felt so much raw power before, tapping into abilities he never knew he was capable of.

But for a fleeting moment when he thinks about the other Mandalorians, the covert he left behind, he feels bad about what he did. The feeling doesn’t last long though. Instead, he feels sorry for them, sorry that they’re weak. If they’re so weak, then maybe… they don’t deserve to live at all. 

He grips the gear shift on the Razor Crest a little tighter and makes the jump to lightspeed, hyper-fixated on you and your demise. 

You

It’s been two rotations since Ahsoka delivered Grogu to you. You’re due to deliver him back to her tonight and honestly… you couldn’t be more relieved. He’s adorable but he’s also a handful, getting into things when you’re not looking, moving things with his mind, hiding on you, the list of mischief he gets into goes on and on. When you were wishing for more action and excitement in your life, babysitting was not what you pictured. 

Part of you wants to ask Ahsoka if you can go with her but the other part of you is embarrassed, worrying that you’ll look desperate seeking out any chance of an adventure. 

Alas, all you can do right now is wait until tonight. 

Din

Din parks the Crest in the forest before heading to the front gate of Calodan. The guards at the watch tower take notice of him and let him in. They knew he was coming. One of them meets Din down below and escorts him to Morgan Elsbeth. She’s waiting for him on her pathway to her house, surrounded by water and her garden; a beautiful place to discuss something so grim. Her front gates open and Din walks towards her on the path. Her lips curl into a smile when she sees him. 

“Welcome,” she says.

“I was sent by Moff Gideon,” he says, standing with his hands hooked on his belt. 

“I’ve been expecting you.”

“You say there’s a spy in possession of the child… How are you so sure?”

“I always have at least one of my men patrolling the forest surrounding Calodan. One of them overheard them talking. She’s meeting Ahsoka Tano tonight at the forest on the north side of the village.”

“When?”

“At dusk tonight.”

“Understood. I will capture them then,” he says, turning and walking to leave. 

“So confident,” she says in a somewhat hushed tone so he wouldn’t hear. 

But he does, stopping in his tracks and turning to look at her one last time. 

“I never miss.”

And with that he’s gone, walking back out of the village and into the misty forest. For now, all he can do is wait for you and Ahsoka to meet up and ambush your little meeting. 

You

The sun has finally set. You’re placing your blaster and your grappling line in the waistband of your pants again, the same as you did two nights ago. Grogu behaves on your way out of the village, staying quiet as you weave in and out of the dark alleys and hop the wall with the grappling line.

Stepping into the forest you’re on high alert, anxious to hand him off to Ahsoka already. You swear you hear a twig snap somewhere. You turn to look in the direction of the noise to see… nothing. It’s just your imagination. You’re being paranoid. 

Pull yourself together. You were a spy for many years in the Rebellion. And now you’re jumping at the snap of a twig?

A figure appears in the mist. You can’t make out who it is, blinking a few times. 

“Ahsoka?”

But then a lightsaber is drawn, illuminating the figure and the mist surrounding them. It’s not Ahsoka. It’s… a Mandalorian? He’s wearing pure Beskar armor, vibrant and silver in color, with a black cape billowing in the mist. His stance is strong and menacing, making you feel small and inferior. And the lightsaber he’s wielding is one like you’ve never seen before. It’s black and its blade is one of a traditional sword. It sounds different, too, emitting a higher-pitched sound than that of a normal lightsaber. 

Without thinking you draw your blaster, aiming at the Mandalorian and moving Grogu so he’s behind your back. And then, the Mandalorian begins charging at you, running at you with full speed. You shoot at him but it’s no use. Every blast is defected by him. You scramble thinking about what to do next. But Ahsoka’s voice interrupts your thoughts. 

“Over here! Throw him to me!” she shouts. 

She’s on your right, hands outstretched and ready to catch him. You slide the pouch off your shoulder and toss him over to her. There’s no way he’s going to make it but Ashoka catches him, using the force to carefully pull him towards her. 

But before she can take him into her arms the Mandalorian stops and does the same. And now you can’t believe your eyes. He’s pulling Grogu towards him with all of his might. But Ahsoka’s strong, not letting go of him that easily. It’s like a game of tug of war between them with Grogu stuck in the air. If they do this any longer it’ll hurt him. Without thinking you aim your blaster at the Mandalorian, somewhere his Beskar isn’t protecting him, and shoot at the side of his thigh. The Mandalorian yells in pain and lets go of Grogu, sending him flying into Ahsoka’s arms. She takes him and runs, light on her feet as she runs through the trees. The Mandalorian will go after her next if you don’t stop him now. You keep shooting at him now that his attention is on you. But same as before, he deflects every single blast. 

Your next instinct is to run, either after Ahsoka or back towards the walls of Calodan, somewhere, anywhere just away from him. You take off running as fast as you can, into the forest and narrowly missing rocks and tree roots. You don't dare look over your shoulder to see if he’s chasing after you. 

All of a sudden you feel something around your legs, closing in on you. You look down to see a fiber cord whip, not too dissimilar from your own grappling line, encircling your legs. Within an instant you’re down on the ground, head slammed against a rock. You try to wiggle free but it’s no use, the cord is tightening around you rapidly. The last thing you see is the Mandalorian standing above you, piercing into your soul with the stone-cold glare of his visor before the world around you fades to black. 

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Oral Fixation

Inexperienced!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: If you wanted to, you could imagine this is in the same universe as Uncut and Grasp & Tug!

Summary: Din eats pussy for the first time.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Din watches porn, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), light daddy kink, pet names (princess, cyar'ika), no use of y/n

Din has a little problem, a hyper fixation you might say. He wants to eat you out so bad. It’s a deep, primal urge inside him. But being desperate to eat you out isn’t necessarily a problem, though. The problem is that he’s never done it before. He’s worried he’ll be bad at it. He’s worried you’ll hate it and never want him to do it again. That thought breaks his heart. He loves you more than anything else in the galaxy. All he wants to do is pleasure you. 

So what does every anxious, inexperienced man turn to at a time like this? He turns to porn. 

When you first got together, several many months ago, you brought a holo-pad onto the Crest. Din thought it was mainly for reading or mapping out a course for traveling. But what he didn’t realize is that you can watch videos on it, spicy videos even. You’ve brought up watching porn together as a method of foreplay, which he enjoyed, but he’s never watched them by himself.

Until now. 

You’re at the market on Nevarro. The Razor Crest is parked on the outskirts of town. Din is completely alone and he’s going to take advantage of that. He picks up the holo-pad and browses through the database of videos. He stops scrolling at a particular one titled, “Naboo Cutie Gets Her Flower Licked by a Mandalorian Daddy”. 

…Flower?

But the word “Mandalorian” in the title also caught his eye. He glances over his shoulder to make sure you’re not back yet before he clicks on the video. 

It looks like it was filmed somewhere on Naboo, in a random field. The woman is lying down on a blanket in the grass. It’s a sunny day out, her skin shiny and slick with some sort of body oil. The man kneels on the blanket, situating himself by her feet. He’s wearing Mandalorian armor that’s most likely fake. He takes off his helmet and hovers over her face. 

“Let daddy see your flower, princess,” he says.

That sentence sounds sort of awkward to Din but the woman seems to like it, whimpering in response. He makes a mental note of the dirty talk and continues watching. 

The man spreads her legs apart and crouches down so he’s face to face with the woman’s cunt. The camera zooms in on what’s going on and Din is thankful for that. He’s watching this to learn, not for his own pleasure. The man licks her entrance, running his tongue slowly up towards her clit. The woman lets out a long moan, most likely extremely exaggerated. But it doesn’t take long for the man to bury his face in her cunt, his nose grinding against her clit. The man slides two fingers inside her, driving the woman insane. She clearly likes it because soon enough, Din’s bunk is filled with the lewd noises of the woman’s moans and screams, and the absurd slurping noises the man makes. 

…It’s a little much for Din but eventually, he’s tuning out the noises and fantasizing about doing this to you. He’s so into his fantasy that he doesn’t notice you entering the Crest and standing behind him until you place a hand on his shoulder and ask, “What are you watching?”

He startles a bit, his body jolting a little before pausing the video. 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sneak up on you,” you chuckle.

“It’s okay…” he says, still feeling embarrassed.

“So, what are you watching?”

“Uhh…” He doesn’t finish, instead just handing you the holo-pad so you can see for yourself. 

You take it in your hands and unpause the video. Your eyes widen at what’s happening on the screen. 

“I see. What were you watching this for?”

“I want… I want to do that.”

“Really?” you ask, your lips curling into a suggestive smirk.

“Yes. I want. So badly,” he says, his strained horniness prominent in his voice. 

“Why?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“You’re sweet,” you say, turning off the holo-pad and setting it on the shelf behind you, “Let’s do it.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you say, starting to undress. 

You toss your clothes into a small pile on the floor and kick off your shoes. Din moves so you can lie down on the bunk. He takes off his helmet to reveal his face, his eyes filled with lust and admiration. His face is still a sight you’re getting used to, always a treat. He wastes no time pressing his lips against your neck, licking and tugging at the soft skin with his teeth. He moves downward, trailing kisses along your collarbone before getting to your breasts. He takes one in his hand and runs his tongue along the other. He takes your nipple in his mouth, moaning as he sucks on it. He only recently took off his helmet in front of you. And ever since then whenever you’re intimate, he has the urge to christen your skin with his mouth in whatever way he can. He’s developed a sort of oral fixation, obsessed with kissing, licking, biting you, marking you up in places only he can see. 

He moves his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment before moving down your tummy and abdomen. He leaves goosebumps on your skin in the wake of his mouth, finally arriving at your groin. He takes a deep breath once he’s staring directly at your cunt. And that’s when he says, “Daddy’s gonna lick your flower, princess.”

You can’t help but laugh, just a little.

“What?”

“Flower?”

“Is that what I should call it?”

“Just call it what it is. Like pussy or cunt.”

“Okay,” he says shakily before licking a slow stripe up your cunt.

You shiver in response, prompting him to say, “Mmm, you like when daddy eats your pussy?”

“Much better. Ah!” you say, your words getting cut off by a moan he licks your cunt again. 

He licks up and down your entrance before moving to your clit, swirling his tongue around it. For it being his first time doing this, he’s not doing a bad job. The movement of his tongue circles faster and faster around your clit. 

But then he stops for a second much to your dismay. He picks up his head off the cot and tugs off his glove, tossing it on the floor. He brings two fingers to his mouth, moistening them and inserting one inside you slowly. He returns his mouth to your clit and curls his finger against your walls. It feels so good, but you need more. 

“More,” you moan softly. He hums against your cunt, sending a vibration up your core before he adds a second finger. He presses them against your g-spot and sucks on your clit simultaneously, a perfect combination of the two sensations. 

You feel yourself arrive at the edge and you moan out “Din, I’m gonna cum.”

He doesn’t falter the flow of his movements, instead he picks up the pace. You cum against him, your release soaking his hand and his chin. Your back arches up off the cot and your limbs are filled with waves of pleasure. 

But once you’re done coming you’re back down on the cot. Din laps up your release, savoring your test before pulling away and looking up at you, his facial hair soaked. 

“That was your first time doing that?” you breathe out, your voice still sort of high-pitched from your orgasm. 

“First time,” he affirms.

“Couldn’t tell,” you sigh. But then you quickly add, “Aside from the dirty talk.”

Can’t resist the opportunity to make fun of him, just a little bit. 

“I’ll get better at that, cyar’ika,” he promises.

“Your turn now?” you ask, moving to sit upright.

But instead, he places a hand on your tummy and gently pushes you back down. 

“Actually, I think I want to stay down here longer… That okay with you?” he says, followed by another lap at your cunt.

“Fine with me,” you sigh. 

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Five: You're an Angel, I'm a Dog

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (starts at chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: Din brings you to Nevarro. On the way there you receive the worst news ever.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: angst, lying, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names, praising, use of Mandalorian words/phrases (same stuff that's been in previous chapters), cycles = years

You 

You wake up the next morning with the excitement inside you ready to burst. Today’s the day you’ve been waiting for; the day you’ll finally get to leave Naboo. You woke up a bit earlier than normal to head down to the Star-Lux, just to tell Del you might be gone longer than three days. You’re not really sure how long you’ll be gone. This whole trip was planned last night and you barely had any time to pack. 

But soon enough you’re back on your way to your apartment. Del was happy for you. You told her you’re going with a man but you didn’t mention that he’s a Mandalorian. She already knew about your dreams of one day getting to leave the planet so she told you, “Have lots of fun! But not too much fun,” with a pointed finger. She’s been the closest thing you’ve had to a mother so that’s just her sly way of telling you basically don’t get pregnant. 

And now you’re back at your apartment, hastily packing clothes into a bag and hopping in the refresher. You should probably also tell your roommate, Willa, you’ll be gone for a while too. After you get out of the refresher you knock on her door lightly to tell her you’ll be away and she responds with just a hum of acknowledgment. You two definitely aren’t friends but you’re not mortal enemies by any means. You’re just roommates, nothing more. Which is part of the reason you spend a lot of time at the library anyway. You’ve never had a space to call completely your own. You went from the orphanage, to the inn, and then to the apartment building with Willa. So the library was your way of escaping and having a small place in the world you could just be you, alone with your thoughts and the knowledge of the galaxy at your fingertips. 

You wait outside your building in the early morning hours, anxiously waiting for Din. While you wait you take a moment to reflect on yesterday’s activities. That was the most you’ve opened up to someone ever and Din shared so much of his story, too. Not to mention the hasty sex in the field. It truly was a day you’ll never forget.

And then you see Din, walking down the street towards you with a saunter in his step, sunlight bouncing off the beskar armor. He greets you with a “Good morning, ca’tra,” and takes your bag from you.

“Good morning, Din,” you respond, walking towards the outskirts of town. 

He’s usually silent when he walks, but you notice him constantly scanning the people and area around him, as if he always has his guard up. But when you enter an area with a lot of congestion he places a hand on the small of your back, keeping you close to him. 

Eventually the stone covered streets turn into grass and you’re finally alone. He grabs your hand and says, “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” you laugh. 

He leads you into the Crest, letting go in his head to climb up the ladder to the cockpit. Now that it’s really hitting you that you’re going to leave Naboo and travel through space, the nerves are kicking in. 

You’re looking at the floor, eyes searching for something to fixate on other than the huge window in front of you. Din sits in the pilot’s seat and spins it around to face you, grabbing your chin with his hand and turning your face towards his. 

“Hey. You can do this,” he says softly. 

“I know. I’m just nervous,” you respond with a shaky breath. 

“We don’t have to do this,” he says gently, his thumb stroking your cheek. 

“No. I want to,” you say firmly, looking into his visor.

He nods and spins back around in his chair to prepare the Crest for takeoff. And before you know it you’re off the ground and Naboo is getting smaller and smaller beneath you. You want to close your eyes for fear of getting motion sickness but the views in front of you are breathtaking. You get glimpses of everything around you between the inky blackness, the stars peppered throughout, and Naboo’s three moons before he enters hyperspace. You brace yourself, closing your eyes for this part. You hear his seat spin around again and his soft modulated tone, “Feeling alright?” 

Opening your eyes slowly, you’re met with the bright blue serene swirls of hyperspace. With an exhale your anxieties leave you. You did it. 

“Feeling alright,” you confirm. 

“Not so scary was it?” he asks, half teasing. 

“Not really,” you smile. 

“Should only take us a rotation or two to get to Nevarro. Are you excited?”

“Excited beyond words, Din,” you smile. 

Something on the control panel beeps and you hear Din take a sharp inhale underneath his helmet. A grainy blue image of a Mandalorian is displayed in front of you. Din frantically scrambles to press buttons but it’s no use. You’re listening to the transmission come through and you can’t believe your ears. 

“Hello, riduur. Take all the time you need. Grogu is doing well. We both miss you very much. Be sure to take care of yourself! Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” the woman says. 

And then the transmission is over. Tears sting your vision and your ears ring. You’re not entirely sure what a riduur is or what that other phrase means, but deep down there’s a small part of you that knows. You must’ve missed that word and that phrase in your readings, but it’s another woman who misses him enough to send him a transmission from wherever she is in the galaxy; that can’t be good… for you, at least.  

Din isn’t saying anything but you tell he’s feeling guilty just by his body language, angled away from you with his shoulders slumped. 

“Din… Who is that?”

More silence. But his silence says everything. Your face feels hot and your first instinct is to run; to get out of here as fast as you can. But you’re trapped in this metal box of death, locked in hyperspace. The tears are threatening to spill over and your nose tickles, sobs about to break loose. You sniffle and his visor snaps over to you. 

“No. No. No. No. No ca’tra, please don’t cry,” he rambles, grabbing your hands. 

“Who is that?” you repeat, looking directly at him. 

“Do you really want to know?”

“Din, you have to tell me.”

He lets out a sight of defeat before saying, “That’s May… My riduur… My wife.”

You figured. Of course he’s married. Someone like him is too good to be true; too good to not come with any baggage or damning red flags. It’s your turn to be silent now, to let him do all the explaining, to let him grovel at your feet for forgiveness. 

“Ca’tra?”

“Starting now, you’re one hundred percent honest with me. Got it?” you say firmly, pointing a finger at him like you did at the front desk at the inn when you first met. 

“I don’t know where to start.”

“From the beginning,” you say coldly, folding your arms. 

“May is a fellow member of the Children of the Watch. When we reclaimed Mandalore and finally started settling down, everyone started getting married and I felt pressure to get married, too.”

“Why?” you respond, rolling your eyes. 

“For a few reasons, peer pressure, the pressure to devote myself fully to the tribe, and for my son.”

“Your son?”

“I took in a foundling who used to be one of my bounties. The empire wanted him for his blood since he’s force sensitive. I rescued him and brought him to his own kind; a Jedi. But he decided he wanted to come back to me and he’s been with me ever since.”

“That’s… very kind of you,” you offer, admiring that part of his story. 

There’s a beat of silence and you feel the urge to ask what you’re dying to know. 

“Do you love her?” you press.  

“No,” he admits. 

“Then why are you with her?”

“…Convenience I guess. She doesn’t ask a lot of questions. She doesn’t mind that I’m gone for long periods of time. She takes care of Grogu while I’m away.”

“None of that matters if you’re in a loveless marriage,” you state. 

He falls silent. You got him there. 

“Were you married when I first met you?”

“Yes.”

“How long?” you ask, your questions rapid fire. 

“A little over two weeks.”

“So this is recent?” 

“Yes.”

“Why are you with me and not with her?”

“Because I don’t feel anything for her. I feel something for you, ca’tra.”

You’re caught between a few decisions; 1. Tell him to take you back to Naboo and never see him again. 2. Look past this and continue to be with him. 3. Go to Nevarro and finally get your chance to see the galaxy, then make your final decision about what to do. 

…You’re leaning towards the latter. 

“Ca’tra?” he asks, removing you from your thoughts. 

You sigh. “You’re going to take me to Nevarro. And then I will decide what happens between the two of us. Are we on the same page?”

“Of course,” he says softly, with a mixture of relief and defeat in his voice, like he knows this could’ve been worse but it’s also not the best outcome either. 

So, you spend the rest of your time on the Crest with a comfortable distance between each other. He lets you sleep on his cot while he retreats to the cockpit, leaning back in his seat and resting his feet above the control panel. Yeah, that can’t be comfortable… At least it’s only for a short while. But as you fall asleep for the last time before landing on Nevarro, you think to yourself, will you stay with him? Or will you leave him?

-

It’s time to land on Nevarro. You’re so excited that you put your ill feelings for Din aside for the moment. Right now, this is about you and what you’ve wanted for so long.  

He parks the Crest in the lava flats and you can’t get out of the ship fast enough, anxious to see something new. As soon as the exit ramp is lowered you barrel out of the ship and onto the rocky terrain. Nevarro has been of special interest to you ever since you learned about its volcanic nature, specifically its lava flats and hot springs. It’s a beautiful day, you couldn’t have asked for sunnier conditions. 

“What do you think?” he asks after you’ve had a moment to soak it all in. 

“I think I like it,” you say. “Do you ever… get the urge to touch the lava when you’re here?” 

“What? No.”

“Oh, come on. How could you not?”

“Because I know it’s dangerous.”

“But what if it wasn’t?”

“…But I know it is.”

“You just don’t get it,” you sigh. 

“I guess I don’t,” he chuckles. 

This is good. Humor is good. It’s cutting the tension a little. 

“Okay but let’s say you could touch the lava without it harming you, would you?”

“I guess? But what purpose does that serve?”

“To see what it feels like!”

“Still not getting it,” he laughs. 

“What else would you like to see?” he asks. 

“The hot springs.”

“Okay, they’re not that far from here,” he says. 

He closes up the ramp to the Crest before leading the way, the walk there pretty silent. The laugh you shared before cut some of the tension but it’s still not enough. You’re still mad at him and he knows it. 

But now you’re standing in front of the hot springs and it’s just… Well, you’ve been cramped in the Razor Crest for so many hours. You need to take a dip. You start shedding layers of clothes and Din’s breath hitches. Once you’re completely naked he asks, “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Going in the hot spring?”

“…Like that?”

“You want me to jump in fully clothed?”

“Well no, but-”

“Shh, let me enjoy this.”

He watches as you step in the warm water, his visor glued to your figure. 

“Mmm, feels good. Bet you wish you could join,” you say, floating on your back, your nipples peeking up through the surface. 

“Ca’tra…” he groans. 

“What?” you ask innocently, swimming to the edge of the springs and resting your elbows on it. 

He crouches to your level and caresses the side of your face with his hand. 

“Please forgive me.”

“Why should I?”

“Because… Because I’ll treat you right... Because I need you.”

You sigh. Your feelings for him are undeniable. Part of you can’t get past the fact that he’s married and part of you wants to ignore it completely. 

“I’m getting there, Din.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” you respond, closing your eyes. 

“I’ll take it.”

“Oh, you better,” you say, eyes flying open, “Because that’s all you’re getting right now,” you finish, pointing a finger at him. 

He takes your hand in his and softly says, “Thank you.”

“Where to next after this?”

“My house?”

“Sure.”

“It’s not much. I haven’t gotten around to furnishing it much yet.”

“I mean… Do you at least have a bed?”

“…Yes.”

“That’s all we need.”

“Dirty girl you are, ca’tra.”

You laugh and swim backwards, floating in the water and feeling the warm sun on your face. 

“Do you ever miss… feeling the elements? Like the sun on your skin, swimming, the wind in your hair,” you ramble but then you stop yourself, “Oh kriff, I’m sorry. What if you don’t have hair? I-”

“You’re okay,” he chuckles, “Sometimes I do. One time I had to bathe in the Mines of Mandalore and I did it with all of my armor on.”

“And how did that work out for you?”

“I sank like a rock.”

You imagine the sight in your head and now you’re laughing, fully making fun of him. 

“It’s not that funny,” he says. 

“Oh but it is.”

He chuckles and lets you enjoy more time in the springs before deciding it’s time to go, before the sun starts to set. 

“Here,” he says, taking off his cape, “To dry off.”

You step out of the water and take his cape from him, running the fabric up and down your skin. He watches you the whole time because of course he does. He’s completely enamored with you. You could be in the refresher, or reading a book, or watching paint dry, and he would watch you like you’re the most interesting and beautiful creature in the world. Because you are to him. 

You put your clothes back on and hand him his cape back. He heads the way to his house. There’s literally no one around but he still places a hand on the small of your back, keeping you close to him. 

He stops in front of a small tan house and says, “Well, this is it.”

It suits him. It’s a simple utilitarian type of home. There’s an awning hanging off the front of the house, hovering over a chair and a metal bar to put your feet up. The front yard is grassy and rocky, with a tree and a small pond filled with frogs. It’s cute. You wonder if his son’s been here… if his wife’s been here. 

“I’ll get you settled inside, and then I’ll go land the Crest in the back.”

He opens the door for you and shows you to the bedroom before leaving to get the Crest. And he was right, the house is bare bones. You explore while he’s gone. The kitchen has all its appliances but no table. The living room is just an empty room with a small couch. There’s a small bedroom next to his with a crib, presumably for his son. And his bedroom is just a bed, nothing more. You sit down on the bed and fantasize about what it would be like to live here with him, enjoying a simple, domestic life together. And now you’re really wondering if his wife’s been here. 

The door opens and he enters the house, heading into the bedroom and asking you, “What do you think?”

“It’s nice, Din,” you reply as he sits down beside you. 

He puts an arm around your shoulders and you two sit there in silence before you bring yourself to ask the question that’s been weighing heavily in your mind. 

“Has your family been here?” you ask, purposely ignoring the word wife. 

“Just Grogu.”

It shouldn’t make you feel special that you’ve been here and his wife hasn’t, but it does. Not that that really matters in the grand scheme of things. She’s married to him and you’re not.  

You flop down on the bed and he lays down next to you, rolling over to his side and looking at you. He runs a hand along your side, tracing your outline. It isn’t long before his hand slips below the waistband of your pants and you let it happen, trying to ignore the mixture of melancholy and guilt swirling in your stomach. 

“Do you want me, ca’tra?” he asks. 

“Of course, Din.”

He moves to the edge of the bed, slipping off your pants and getting in between your legs. He runs a finger up and down your entrance. You’re already wet, but the truth is you’ve been wet since you stripped for him at the hot springs, getting off on his frustration. 

“Do you ever want to feel it?” you ask. 

“So bad,” he groans. 

“Do it then.”

And he does, ripping off his gloves and tossing them on the floor before replacing his fingers on your cunt. You look at his hands, tanned with a few scars, and try to imagine what the rest of him looks like. 

He slides a finger inside you and keeps it there for a moment, unmoving and feeling your wetness. 

“Kriff, ca’tra,” he curses. 

“Keep going.”

He adds a second finger and leans forward so his helmet is right in front of your face. He studies your face as he fingers you, curling them against your g-spot. 

“Cum for me, mesh’la,” he says softly. 

And you do, your walls fluttering around his fingers. When you’re done coming he pulls his hand from you, bringing his hand in front of his helmet and looking at the mess you made for him. 

“Good girl,” he purrs. 

You sit up and pull off your shirt over your head, spreading your thighs farther apart for him. He’s anxious to be inside you already, pulling out his cock and giving it a few strokes before aligning himself with your entrance. 

He grabs your hand as he enters you, his body pressed up against yours under the dim light of his bedroom. For a moment when you have him like this, you pretend he’s all yours. 

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you and he curses under his breath again. 

“Not gonna last long if you keep doing that, ca’tra,” he sort of half groans, half chuckles. 

“Me neither,” you breathe out. 

You writhe underneath him and before you know it you’re both coming simultaneously, panting against each other as you both ride out your highs. He pulls out of you once the final drop of his cum has been spilled inside you and lies down on the bed. It’s silent again for a moment, the small room only filled with the sounds of your breathing before you speak first. 

“Thanks for bringing me here,” you say, starting to feel tired. 

“Of course. Anywhere else you want to go?”

“Really anywhere,” you sigh, “But Coruscant has a lot to do.”

“Ugh, Coruscant.”

“Not a fan?” you chuckle. 

“Too many people.”

“I’d honestly go anywhere but I’ve been dying to go to Aldhani.”

“I’ve vaguely heard of it.” 

“Well, have you heard of the Eye of Aldhani?”

“No, what’s that?”

“Every three cycles the planet passes through a crystal belt and the crystals burn up in the atmosphere. It looks really beautiful. I’ve only ever seen pictures of it in the books at the library,” you say, finishing with a yawn. 

“Wow, it sounds interesting. But you better get to sleep, ca’tra. You’ve had a long day.”

“Big day for sure,” you respond, getting under the blanket. 

Din gets up to turn the light off and joins you under the covers. 

“Goodnight, Din,” you whisper. 

“Goodnight, ca’tra.”

Din

Din didn’t fall asleep as fast as you did. Instead he made a mental note to look up the Eye of Aldhani find out when the next one is. Even if it’s not happening anytime soon, he needs to take you there. He’d cross the entire galaxy and back if it meant putting a smile on your face. 

-

In the morning when you both wake up, Din heads off to the market to fetch breakfast, and also some tracking fobs for a couple easy bounties from Karga. He has to keep up in the inflow of credits and supplies if he wants May to keep believing his lies. 

He comes back to the house and you’re still sleeping. He sits on the edge of the bed and watches you while you peacefully rest. In his mind he’s yours and only yours. His marriage to May is one of obligation, out of keeping up appearances with the Mandalorian culture. But as for the one he has real romantic feelings for? It’s you without a doubt in his mind. 

You wake up and greet him with a soft “good morning”. He wishes all of his mornings could be like this, waking up together after having sex the night before, eating breakfast together, and enjoying each other’s company. He wishes he could have you whenever he wanted, whatever time of day, not when it’s a convenient time for him to leave Mandalore. It makes his stomach hurt knowing he has to leave you again soon. 

You spend the rest of the rotation lounging around the house, taking you back to the hot springs, spending time in his backyard, and even taking a trip to the market in the city center when it’s particularly dead. 

That night he has you again, as many rounds as you’ll let him before your legs completely give out. For a moment it feels normal, like this is actually his life. But when he wakes up the next morning the fantasy starts to dismantle itself as it’s time to go. At least there’s alone time with you in the Crest on the way back to Naboo, he thinks to himself. And it’s a lot more enjoyable than the trip to Nevarro when you found out about May. 

But eventually that comes to an end, too, and now he’s walking you back to your apartment building.

“Din,” you say softly before parting ways.

He’s holding you against him, reveling in the feeling of enjoying your presence before it’s ripped away from him. 

“Leave your wife,” you say, barely even coming out as a whisper. 

He says nothing, continuing to hold you and waiting to see if you say anything more. You don’t. Maybe you’re thinking that he didn’t hear you. 

“Goodbye, ca’tra,” he says, pulling himself off of you despite how hard it is. 

“Goodbye, Din,” you respond, turning and entering your building. 

He watches until you’re out of his sight before letting out a sigh and heading to the library. Oh how he wishes he could leave May without destroying his reputation, destroying everything he’s worked so hard to rebuild. If he could leave May without becoming an apostate again he’d do it in a heartbeat. He’d bring you to Mandalore despite what people would say. It doesn’t matter what anyone would have to say about it because as long as he has his creed, Grogu, and you, he wouldn’t care about a single other thing in the galaxy. 

While he’s at the library, he looks up the Eye of Aldhani. And you were right, the pictures are stunning. He thinks about your reaction when he takes you there and how happy you’ll be. He has to take you there. His mind is set on it. He looks at the date of the next one and to his surprise it’s soon, in about forty rotations. He looks up the best hyperspace route to get there from Naboo. And now with a formed plan in mind of when he’s going to see you again, he can rest a little bit. He heads back to the Crest and begins the long journey home. 

The next few rotations are a blur. Din feels like he’s going through the motions, like he’s on autopilot. He grabs the two bounties, heads back to Nevarro, collects the credits, buys some things needed back on Mandalore, and immediately makes the trip back. No crashing at the house this time, for a couple reasons. Going there would remind him too much of you and the faster he gets back to Mandalore the faster he can leave again. 

He lands on Mandalore and feels the dread build in his stomach. Time to put on a facade. He hauls all of the items off the Crest and heads back to his house. In his absence May has painted the family signet on the front of the house. 

When he returns home May is overjoyed to see him and so is Grogu. May has her helmet off and Din can barely look her in the eye, even with his own helmet on. 

“How was it?” she asks, “I know you said one of the bounties gave you some trouble.”

“He did but it just took some more of my time. That’s all,” he lies. 

May looks at the items he brought and says, “Thank you, Din. You work so hard to provide for us.”

A lump forms in his throat. He feels ill. May doesn’t deserve any of this; any of his lies. She’s a good person. She’s a well respected member of the tribe. She’s a skilled warrior. She’s great with Grogu. She puts up with Din’s long absences. But when it comes down to it, he doesn’t love her. And that will probably never change. 

That night when they’re laying in bed she asks if they could have sex again. It’s the last thing he wants to do, especially now that in his mind he’s fully pledged to you. But he’s also tired and he tells her that. At least that part isn’t a full lie. 

May understands. Of course she does. She has to be one of the most patient people in the galaxy to put up with Din and his many excuses. 

That night his dreams are filled with you like they always are. Except this time you’re on Aldhani together, watching the colorful sky above you without a care in the world. 

So close yet so out of reach. 

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Me and My Husband

Chapter Four: Remember My Name

Married!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Synopsis: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

Series warnings: set post season 3, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), some liberties taken with Mandalorian culture/weddings/marriages, infidelity, eventual smut (chapter two!), switches between Reader and Din's POV, no use of y/n

Chapter summary: You and Din spend the day together on Naboo, connecting with one another.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: name reveal, pet names, Mandalorian words/phrases (translations included after), descriptions of childhood trauma/abandonment, fingering, vaginal sex, semi public sex, unprotected sex, creampie

Din

Din wakes up the next morning lying on his back with an arm around you. He took off his weapons while he was waiting for you to get off of work last night. But he wasn’t exactly expecting to fall asleep with all of his armor on. Since getting married and having a safe place to sleep every night, he’s been going to bed in just his flight suit. He’s not complaining, though. You were both tired last night after fucking and something about falling asleep together immediately after was enticing. 

He looks down at you, naked and resting in the crook of his neck. And at that moment he decides that he’s going to stay and get to know you a bit more. He’ll head to the Razor Crest parked on the outskirts of Theed and send a transmission to May, making up some lie about how the bounty has proven to be more difficult than he anticipated. 

He lets out a sigh. He should probably go do that sooner rather than later. You stir beside him and poke your head up. 

“Good morning,” you say sweetly. 

“Good morning,” he responds. 

“Have you been up for a while?”

“No, not too long.”

Your eyes look past him for a second, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand. He turns his helmet to look at it before turning back to you. 

��What is it?”

“I have to go home and get ready for work,” you sigh, “I’ve got the morning shift today.”

“That’s okay. I have to send a transmission to the Guild.”

“Are you free later?”

“For you? Yes.”

You laugh, a sweet laugh that Din could get used to hearing for the rest of his life, watching the way your face lights up and breaks out into a smile. 

“Have you explored Naboo? I could show you around.”

“I’d like that.”

You sigh and get up, standing and stretching beside the bed, before putting on last night’s clothes. Din sits at the edge of the bed, watching you intently as you replace your clothing.

“Meet me at the front desk this afternoon?” you ask. 

He nods. “Okay. Bye Mando!” you call out over your shoulder. 

And now you’re gone and he’s left still reeling from the bliss from last night. He could spend the rest of his days here, at an inn on Theed, fucking you for eternity. How wonderful it would be. Just the two of you with no responsibilities or obligations or anyone but each other. 

What a fantasy that is. 

But real life smacks him across the face and he has to send a transmission to May. Sighing, he gets up and starts reattaching all of his weapons before leaving the inn and heading back to the Crest. On the walk there he plans out what he’s going to say. Maybe, 

Hello, May. I’m going to be gone longer than expected. This bounty is giving me some trouble and I need more time to track him down. I’ll send a transmission when I’m on the way home. 

It sounds good. But he should really add “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum (I love you)”. He doesn’t want to… but he should. He should add it to make his lie more convincing. After all, he's worried that Bo-Katan is already suspicious of him. But why is he worried about what she thinks anyway? The transmission isn’t going to her. But he needs to sound normal to May in case Bo-Katan asks about him, right? Ah kriff, he’s spiraling now. He’s in his own head. Comes with the territory if you’re cheating on your riduur. 

He lowers the exit ramp to the Crest and heads inside, mentally going over what he’s deciding he’s going to say. He climbs the ladder up to the cockpit and presses the button to start recording a transmission. And just as he practiced in his head he recites, “Hello, May. I’m going to be gone longer than expected. This bounty is giving me some trouble and I need more time to track him down. I’ll send a transmission when I’m on the way home. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” 

And done. There, it’s finally over with. He bought himself some time and now he gets to frolic around Naboo with you, without a care in the world. A wave of relief washes over him as he sits down in the pilot seat and just breathes, willing any anxieties or doubts he has away. He thinks about you underneath him last night, moaning while taking his cock and suddenly he’s not so anxious anymore. 

He climbs down the ladder in the Crest and heads into his sleeping quarters, lying down on the cot. He places his hands behind his head and rests, daydreaming about bringing you here and taking you to other places. Before he knows it, he’s drifting off to sleep, head full of dreams of you. 

-

He pretty much slept through your whole shift. You never told him a specific time but it’s early afternoon now. So, when he wakes up and sees what time of day it is he hastily heads back to the Star-Lux. 

And there you are, patiently waiting for him outside. Your face lights up when you see him and it makes his heart melt a little. 

“Where to?”

“Out in the fields. There are some waterfalls, too. It’s a beautiful spot.”

“I’ll fly us there.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

And so he walks with you back to the Crest. At first, it’s sort of awkward. It’s the first time he’s spending quality time with you, other than being inside of you. His social skills aren’t the best and he’s worried you’ll realize this, that you’ll lose your attraction to him. 

But instead, you do the talking, making him feel at ease. Of course, you do. You’re warm and inviting, a stark contrast to his stoic nature. It disarms him in the best way. 

“So where’s your guild located?” you ask. 

“Nevarro. Have you ever been?”

“No, I’ve never left the planet,” you respond. 

“You haven’t?” 

“I’ve never really… gotten the chance.”

“Would you like to?” he asks, stopping and facing you in front of the Razor Crest. 

“I’d love to,” you say, looking into his visor. The eye contact (if you could call it that) is intense like you’re communicating something with your eyes. He’s not the best at reading people’s emotions or understanding their needs. But he thinks he can read you and he thinks this is your way of telling him you want to explore the galaxy. 

“This a Razor Crest?” you ask, turning and poking at the ship in front of you. 

“Mhm. How’d you know?”

“I told you I like to read,” you respond, eyes scanning up and down the ship. 

He lowers the exit ramp of the Crest, leading you inside. When you’re both inside he closes the ramp and asks, “So you like to read?”

“I love to read. I like learning about other places, other cultures or learning how things work.”

He likes that about you. It’s easy to get caught up in one’s own planet, culture, whatever directly affects them and only them. But with you, someone who’s never even left the planet, you’re interested in learning anything you can. 

He gestures to the ladder up to the cockpit and you climb up it, with him following behind. You sit in one of the passenger seats and he retreats to the pilot seat. It’ll only be a short flight to where you’re going and he’s excited to see more of the place you call home. 

After a short flight you’re in the fields of Naboo, surrounded by rolling hills and serene waterfalls. You were right, it’s a beautiful place indeed. 

He takes you by the hand and leads you outside. And now you take the lead, making your swag to the water’s edge. He expects to stand here with you, just listening to the running waters and admiring the scenery but you sit down, legs straight out and ankles crossed. The grass is tall, almost tall enough to cover you completely when sitting. And the field is peppered with wildflowers of the most vibrant hues. He sits down beside you, looking at your side profile while you look at the water, noticing the way the sun hits the high points of your face. He’s seen you in the dark alley and in the dim light of the room at the inn, but here, in the sunlight where it completely illuminates your features, is when he notices every detail about you. 

“Have you always lived here?” he asks. 

“Born and raised,” you nod. 

“Got any… family?”

“Nope,” you chuckle, “My mom died in childbirth and my dad was… a loser, pretty much left the planet right after I was born. I was lucky that the owner of the Star-Lux, Del, took me in when I aged out of the orphanage.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s nothing to be sorry about. I never knew either of them,” you shrug.

“I lost my parents when I was young, too. Not as young as you. I can still sort of remember them. But the Mandalorians took me in.”

“I can see why it’s all important to you then,” you smile, “They helped you out when you needed it most.”

As if he needed more reasons to like you. Most of the women he’s been with always saw his way of life, his helmet, his creed, as a barrier. When really it’s the lens he looks at life through. 

“You don’t think it’s strange?”

“It’s your belief system. Who am I to judge?” you say, picking the flowers around you and collecting them into a small bouquet. 

“Thank you,” he says softly. 

“For what?” you ask, turning to look at him with the flowers in your hand. 

“For not judging me.”

“I would never,” you respond, turning so you’re completely facing him now. 

You scooch closer, resting your head on his shoulder. He lets out a sigh of relief and enjoys the silence with you, not feeling awkward anymore but feeling comfortable instead. 

The trust he feels for you is real, even after knowing you for only a short time. He decides he wants to give another part of him to you. He decides he’s going to tell you his name. 

“Can I tell you something?”

“Of course.”

“My name is Din Djarin,” he says, words coming out soft and delicate. 

You pick your head up from his shoulder and face him, looking into his visor. He mentally braces himself again, waiting with bated breath for what you’re about to say. He doesn’t give his name to just anybody. 

“It suits you, Din,” you say. 

Maker, he could hear you say his name until the end of time. He never knew his name sounded so good when spoken until you said it. 

But that’s enough of being emotionally vulnerable for him for today. So, he lays down in the grass and you follow suit, resting side by side and watching the clouds above. 

He wants you again but he knows now isn’t necessarily the best time or place. But to his surprise you take the lead, moving to straddle him here in an open field in broad daylight. Dirty little thing you are. 

You grind against the bulge in his flight suit. If you’re going to do this here you need to be quick. You stand up quickly to slide off your panties from under your dress before crouching down to pull his cock from his flight suit. You take the tip of his cock in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before taking his whole length (or as much as you can fit). You suck him just enough to get him wet and fully hard before straddling him again and sinking down onto his cock. Having sex in odd places must be a thing for you two; first the alley, then your place of work, and now this. 

It’s sort of exhilarating, knowing that someone or something could happen upon you at any moment. But the reality is your need and desire for each other outweighs any of that. 

Your hands rest on his breastplate while his cock hits the deepest angles inside you. You grind your hips against him and he leans back and watches. He watches the way you pleasure yourself on him, with the sun and sky behind you. You’re a whirlwind of firsts for him, because never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d be here on Naboo, getting his cock ridden in a field by the most gorgeous woman in the galaxy. It’s almost too much; almost sensory overload. 

“You’re beautiful,” he says, not even realizing that the words are coming out. 

You smile and look away as if you’re embarrassed. 

“I mean it.”

You return your gaze back to him, staring directly in his visor. Kriff, if you keep looking at him like that he’s gonna bust soon. Your walls tense up around him and with one final grind of your hips, you’re coming around him. He cums, too, the head of his cock buried as deep as it’ll go while he releases his load inside you. You pull yourself off him and rest beside him. This time was sort of quicker than the other times but there’s an unspoken agreement that that’s how it was supposed to be… or so he hopes. 

“Was that… good enough, cyar’ika?”

“Of course, it was Din,” you hum happily beside him. 

And for the rest of the afternoon, you two stay like that, laying side by side in the field and watching the day pass by. You lay there until nightfall, watching the stars above. But he eventually realizes you shouldn’t stay out here too long, unaware of what sort of creatures could be lurking. 

“We should get back, ca’tra (night sky),” he says softly, the nickname rolling off his tongue naturally. When he thinks about it, he associates you with nighttime. And Maker, you just look so beautiful at night. He loved admiring you in the glistening sun but at night is when he found you on the street, when he had sex with you, when he made you cum for the first time. You’re like a precious secret to him, formed under the covert of night. But scattered across the dark sky are stars, stars that sprinkle the nighttime sky with their ethereal beauty. Hidden under this secret is something beautiful, and that's you, the feelings he has for you. 

“Night sky?” you ask. 

“It feels right.”

You smile and he takes you by the hand back to the Crest. You bring the small bouquet of flowers with you, leaving them on one of the passenger seats for him. 

He brings you back to Theed, parking outskirts like he did earlier. He doesn’t want to leave you but he doesn’t want to impose himself by asking him to stay with you. The question of whether or not to ask weighs heavily on his mind while he walks you home. But then he decides he’s just gonna do it right as you stop in front of your building.

“Need any company for tonight?”

“I would love some,” you laugh, “But my place is small and I have a roommate.”

“I see,” Din says. 

A thought pops into his head, a genius one at that. 

“Are you working tomorrow?” 

“Got the next three rotations off actually.”

“Come with me to Nevarro,” he blurts out. 

He wishes he could perfectly memorize the way your face lights up when says that. 

“Really?!” you ask.

“I have a house there. I keep it to stay there between jobs. Will you come with me?”

“I’d love to,” you respond with a giddy smile. 

“Great. We’ll leave in the morning,” he says, about to turn and leave. But you pull him in for a hug and he’s stunned. He’s not big on physical affection, especially not hugs. But this, being enveloped by you, is one of the best feelings in the galaxy. 

“Thank you, Din,” you whisper. 

“You’re welcome, ca’tra.”

You pull away and say, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” before giving his hand one last squeeze and heading into your building. 

He watches to make sure you get in safely and then turns to head back to the Crest. He’s got it bad. And he’s going down the path of no return. 

When he gets back he sends May another transmission, quickly thinking of another lie to explain his absence. 

“Hello, May. I’ve secured the bounty and I’ve collected the reward for it. But Karga’s got quite a few more so I’m taking another. I’m going to be gone a bit longer. Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he records. 

And then he sends it, sitting in the pilot’s seat and sighing. Truly despicable it is, telling his riduur he loves her, all while his cock is still wet from you. 

He’ll use the refresher in the morning. For now, he rests. 

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Chapter 26: What Have You Been Told About Meeting Strangers From The Holonet?!

“Krell had more than mere aspirations of joining Count Dooku,” The Devaronian said, biting back the vitriol in his words best he could. “I can tell you that he turned to the dark side long before you met him on Umbara, that he sought Dooku’s favor and guidance since the very beginning of the war. He had been given his own men, a legion, the 407th, though I doubt you would have known them. Imagine your brothers wiped of their identities. Nameless. Colorless, uniform armor. Pawns in a sick game.”

“Some would still prefer us that way,” Nox said bitterly. 

He snorted derisively. The fools. They spent so much effort creating humans to fight their battles. Humans, men, real men, only to strip them of the very things that make them human at all and expect them to behave like mindless droids! If they had wanted droids, what was stopping them? 

But he harnessed those jaded thoughts and half-heartedly dismissed them, as he had done so many times before, with mixed results. At the least, right now, he couldn’t afford to get overwhelmed. 

“There are things you won’t find in military reports, because he ensured they were hidden, but if you know what to look for? It becomes obvious. Krell played with you and your friends like toys in a sadistic game. He was always amused by what he could make you do, entertained by his own power and control over inferior beings-”

“We are not inferior!” Nox snapped.

“And you don’t need to convince me of that,” He grimaced. “They might have created you to be their weapons, their killers, but… You are more.”

Nox met his eyes at that, eyes full of pure fire, and the Devaronian grinned. Yes, this one was definitely worthy to know such information, wasn’t he? If only that was enough. He had tried, tried to come forward with this knowledge himself, but had been dismissed. Unstable, the Jedi Council called him, and Conniving, as if he would lie about something like this even after what Krell put him through, or Confused after his injuries, and perhaps that had been the kindest thing said about him that day. Krell was just too good, too far above reproach, and he erased the damn evidence -

Full Chapter (and story!): What Have You Been Told About Meeting Strangers From The Holonet?!

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Grasp & Tug

Inexperienced!Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Author’s note: This is yet again inspired by another beautiful piece of art by @immarocketman 🤍 If you wanted to you could imagine this is in the same universe as Uncut and Oral Fixation!

Summary: Din discovers he likes having his hair pulled.

Word count: 800

Warnings: pet names (cyar’ika for you, baby for Din), hair pulling, oral sex (F receiving), crying during sex, dacryphilia, vaginal sex, cream pie, no use of y/n

Din Djarin loves having his hair pulled. It makes sense, being the touched starved man he is. And he discovered this kink by accident. The first time you pulled his hair he was in between your thighs, eating you out and making your entire body shake with pleasure. Without thinking you reached down in between your legs, intertwining your hands with his hair and giving his locks a tug. He let out a deep, guttural moan at the sensation. At first you thought you hurt him. You immediately sat upright, caressing each side of his face as you looked down at him.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you, baby.”

But to your surprise he looked up at you with a primal, hungry look in his brown eyes.

“Do that again,” he said in a strained tone before pushing on your abdomen to coax you to lie down again. This is out of character for your sweet, inexperienced Mandalorian. But you must’ve unlocked something inside him when you pulled his hair.

So, you obliged, resting back down on the cot and letting him have his way with your cunt, all while you pulled his hair and soaked the lower half of his face. Every time you tugged on his hair a little harder, he melted into putty in between your legs, letting out a string of moans and whimpers.

When he was finally finished with you, you sat upright and asked, “You really liked that, huh?”

“Cyar’ika, I loved it.”

“It didn’t… hurt?”

“It did.”

“But you liked that?”

“…Yes.”

“Hm, wonder what else you like,” you teased, lying back down on the cot.

He laid down beside you on his side, running his fingers along your outline, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

-

That was how it started. Flash forward to several rotations later and here you are, riding him like there’s no tomorrow.

He’s sitting upright against the wall of the bunk. You’re straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you. You move your hips back and forth against him, resting your hands on his shoulders as you look deep into each other’s eyes. You’re both covered with a slick layer of sweat from the activities earlier that evening, already several rounds in.

“Cyar’ika…” he started, trailing off.

“Mm, what is it, baby?”

“Pull my hair.”

“Knew it was coming,” you tease.

You bring your hands to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks and giving them a soft tug.

“Harder,” he moans.

You knew that was coming, so you pull a little harder. You’re still hesitant about inflicting any sort of pain on him. He’s a big, bad bounty hunter by day. But at night, he’s your soft boy, slowly working his way out of his shell.

He closes his eyes and says, “Pull. Harder,” his words coming out strained.

“…Are you sure?”

He takes a deep breath and opens his eyes slowly. To your surprise, there’s a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Din! You’re crying!” you say, bringing your hands to his face and wiping away tears with your thumbs.

He places his hands over yours and says, “It’s okay… I like it.”

“I know you like getting your hair pulled but you’re crying… Do you like that?”

“Kriff yes, cyar’ika.”

“Okay,” you nod, “Just tell me if you need me to stop, okay?”

He nods and you return your hands back to his hair and start the movement of your hips again. Tears are coming from his eyes in an endless stream as you grasp and tug his hair, harder and harder. It feels nice. It’s something to hold onto you as you ride him relentlessly. But it also makes you feel powerful, holding his hair in your hands and having that much control over his pleasure. Perhaps your innocent little Mandalorian has a kinkier side you have yet to explore.

Soon enough you’re coming against him, your walls fluttering around his cock. The pleasure electrifies your core and spreads outwards, feeling like all of your limbs are suddenly set aflame. You close your eyes and bring one hand to Din’s cheek, feeling his warm tears against your palm. Before you know it, he’s coming and crying profusely, both happening simultaneously.

After you’re done coming down from your high you rest against him. He rubs your back and you rest your head on his shoulder with a hand still in his hair but this time you’re stroking his scalp lightly, feeling him melt into your touch.

“That was amazing, cyar’ika,” he sighs.

“It was,” you giggle against him.

“What’s so funny?” he asks, a smirk evident in his voice.

“I never knew you were so… kinky.”

“I’m still exploring… But I’m glad to be exploring this with you.”

“You’re sweet,” you say, pulling back and smiling at him, “But there’s something else we need to explore.”

“What’s that?”

“Aftercare.”

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