#alpha!mando x omega!reader

[absurdthirst]

Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x F!Omega!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings: Alpha/Omega dynamics, heats, denying biological needs, religious creeds, removing your helmet, jealousy, territorial aggression, fingering, first kisses, vaginal sex, rough sex, knotting, mates, marking

Comments: Forbidden to remove your helmet by Creed, Mandalorians deny their basic biological needs as Alphas and Omegas. The helmet blocks the scant of their true mate. Until an open air vent leads Mando to discover that you are his omega.

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“You must never remove your helmet.” The creed and these words drilled into you at a young age and you have never forgotten, would never be allowed to forget. The creed comes before all else. The covert comes before the individual. In a galaxy full of alphas, omegas, and betas…Mandalorians stood alone. Defying their biological status to better the covert, to keep the numbers up. You wear the helmet to not only protect your face but to keep you from recognizing your mate. The scent recognition of a mate is instant so the Mandalorian solution is to wear helmets with filters so that one can breed with anyone they prefer. Their minds are clouded with scent so the desire is the driving factor. The younglings are raised by the covert as a unit so the aim is to repopulate Mandalore. You suppress your omega urges with supplements and you’ve yet to breed. Too busy with bounty hunting alongside a certain Din Djarin. You’re drawn to him, that’s for sure, but you’ve never bred with him. He’s not interested in a family, in an ad. He wants credits. He wants to protect the foundling under his care and you’ve gone along for the ride.

“Din.” Your modulated voice calls out to him as he strides ahead of you after you reunited the frog woman with her husband. “The kid needs to eat.” You tell him, knowing you need to find the nearest cantina.

The sigh Din gives you is one of frustration and resignation. He likes the kid, he’s risked a lot to protect him, even his covert. The sins he has committed weigh heavily on his shoulders and he nods. “Come on.” He grumbles to the little one. “I know you’re hungry, we’ll get you something to eat.” Hopefully the Crest will be fixed soon. Unable to take off his helmet unless he is in his bunk is starting to frustrate him, the hermetically sealed space is starting to feel stale with the cycled air and he longs for a single breath of fresh air. He had also hoped to slip away for a moment, needing to find a medical facility to replace his implant. It had been damaged from his fight with Moff Gideon and he’s not had time to have it seen to. While he doesn’t visit a brothel or find a sexual partner often, he can feel the need to rut building up in his system. The alpha side he tries to suppress starts to bleed through his normally calm demeanor. 

You sit with the kid in the cantina, snorting when Din saves him from his own lunch and you glance around at the sailors. They mention Mandalorians and you are surprised to hear of your kind here, especially since Din wants to find them so he can help the kid return to his own planet. “Before we head off, maybe we can freshen up. I need to use the fresher and I’m sure you also want some time out of beskar.”

He groans at the idea of time outside the suit. Letting his skin breath and maybe he can work in a quick tug on his cock while he’s in the ‘fresher. “We’ll have to get rooms.” He reminds you, his head tilting towards yours. “Do you want to do that?”

You nod, “that sounds like a plan. I’m sure this one needs a nap after everything.” You say, reaching out to caress the kid’s ear. He coos at you and finishes his broth with a loud slurp. “Let’s find somewhere.” You say and throw some credits down for the broth. Din nods and you’re soon following him into the inn nearby. You are eager for a shower and some time out of the heavy beskar. Despite wearing it since you were a kid, you have always been weighed down by it. Din gets two rooms and you nod at him when he carries the now sleeping child into the room.

The child’s eyes never open, making Din chuckle quietly as he closes the pod and sets it in the corner of the room. Looking around to make sure the windows are covered before he reaches up and unlatches the edge of his helmet and groans quietly when he pulls it off his head. His hair is sweaty, but immediately the scent of the outside world is much more vivid. Making him inhale deeply and growl quietly at how good it all smells. Being an alpha as a Mandalorian was tricky, his own scent blocked by the helmet, but others could smell him. Making things difficult for him at times, especially when he cannot even walk around his own ship with his helmet unsealed because you are with him. Now, he sits on the edge of the bed, with his eyes closed and breathes deep, unaware that the vent between your two rooms has not been closed. 

You hum as you tilt your head under the water. An actual shower instead of the ‘fresher on the ship is a welcome surprise. You don’t realize the vent in your room is open so Din can smell you as your omega scent wafts through the room, warmed up from the shower and the water flowing onto your face blocks you from smelling Din.

It’s subtle at first. A teasing waft that caresses his nose and makes his cock twitch. The beautiful, heady scent of an omega. Making him groan quietly until the next wave hits him. His omega. The scent overwhelms him and he’s immediately hard, aching and desperate to claim the omega who is meant to be his mate. His mate. His eyes widen when he sees the vent opened, called to it as he follows the scent. It’s the vent that connects your room to his. You’re his mate.

You can feel a tugging in your stomach when you step out of the shower and you frown, wondering if you’re going to go into heat soon. You’ll need to get some more suppressants since you don’t have the time to spend days nesting while you are with Din. He doesn’t want you to be a needy omega holding him back from his quest. You dry off, shutting the door to the bathroom behind you and you lay down on the bed, unable to stop your hand from snaking down to rub your clit, a whimper escaping your lips.

Din snaps the vent closed. Hand curling into a fist as he pants against the shared wall. You’re his mate, his omega. His mind whirls as he tries to reconcile that new information with the stalwart and steady Mandalorian he has been bounty hunting with. He won’t deny that he wondered about fucking you before, it’s only natural that he would given how close you had been. His cock throbs as he imagines you in your armor, slowly stripping it off and walking around your room nude. Building a nest and begging him to join you. “Fuck.” He hisses.

You fall asleep naked on the bed after making yourself cum, relieving the ache in your stomach, enjoying being out of your beskar. You sleep until there’s a knock on the door and you groan, waking up and immediately grabbing your helmet to slide it onto your head. “It’s time to go.” Din says and you call out, “no problem. I’ll get ready and be right out.”

You redress in your beskar, your stomach still aching but you decide you’ll seek out some suppressants later. Opening the door, you find Din standing there with the kid. “Morning buddy.” You coo to the child and look up at Din who looks tense. “Everything okay?” You ask him, tilting your helmet. 

You know that Din can be all business but there’s something off about him. You ignore it and follow Din down the hall to find the sailors who are granting you passage on their boat to find the Mandalorians that are apparently on the planet. Later on, you admire the water as the raft moves along, glancing at Din who is stiff, well, stiffer than normal. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask softly, the sailors moving around behind you.

“Let me go!” You growl in anger, swinging your arm to fling a sailor into the water. Using your strength to try and untangle yourself from the ropes when Din and the child are in danger and that’s when they appear: the Mandalorians.

The redhead who introduced herself as Bo Katan shakes her head. “I’ve heard of your sect of the religion but Maker…I didn’t know how far it went in controlling its followers. On Mandalore, we wish for alphas and omegas to find their mate, it makes for stronger bonds, stronger families. We don’t - that is not something we dictate.” You swallow harshly as her words, feeling a tugging in your stomach that makes you want to lean towards Din but you push that aside. “You can remove your helmet and you would not be dar'manda.” Bo Katan explains and you’re so tempted.

Din stands up, angry at them for tempting him, tempting you. He shakes his head. “You are not mandalorian.” He growls, reaching down and takes your arm to pull you to your feet. “We are leaving.” He tells you, turning and striding away from the group angrily. 

You let Din guide you out of the cantina and you sigh, “Din. Slow down. Maybe…maybe they are telling the truth. As Mandalorians, we are denying our biological need. We are denying nature itself. Why? What- what good is it?” You ask him, the child in the pouch nestled against his hip.

“What good is it?” Din stops and spins around, crowding you slightly and even though you cannot smell it, pheromones pour off of him in heavy waves. All this talk of mates and finding out you are his has him desperate to claim you. To take what is his. “The Creed. That is what good it is. Our secrecy is our survival. We. Do. Not. Remove. Our. Helmets.” 

You shake your helmet, stumbling back away from him. “I do not want to breed with whomever the armorer tells me to. I want to find my mate. I want to feel complete.” You yell, quickly flicking the lock to your helmet and you waste no time lifting it off of your head in public for the first time since you were twelve. It hits you immediately. His scent. He’s an alpha. Your alpha. “You- oh Maker. Alpha.” You address him, your stomach twisting with sudden need for him.

Din hisses, his body jerking at the tone of your voice, the submissive nature of it. Calling to him. His hands curl into fists and he moves, shielding you from any eyes that could possibly see your face. “Put your helmet on.” He demands roughly, knowing that he cannot do this right now. He cannot have this conversation with you in the middle of a spaceport. 

Your lower lip trembles, feeling the rejection, and you shove your helmet back on your head, flicking the lock and his scent is replaced with fresh air through the filter. “Clearly you do not wish to have me as your omega so I am going to go back to the cantina. Perhaps another alpha can help with my heat.” You didn’t get a chance to pick up suppressants and the scent of your alpha has your stomach twisting with the sudden heat, the urge to mate and be claimed by him has you sweating already. You need to be touched and as much as you wish for it to be him, it’s obvious that he doesn’t want that. You spin on your heel before he can answer to make your way back into the cantina.

Growling, Din watches you walk off. Sighing when he knows he cannot follow you. The child is still beside him, looking up and cooing at him as if to tell him that he had fucked up. “Come on kid.” He grunts, turning and walking away from you even though his entire body is screaming to follow you. “I need to find someone to watch you.” He knows he cannot have a conversation with you around the kid, around anyone. He needs to find another room, then he will bring you back for a talk. 

You want to take off your helmet and down a spotchka or five, but Din’s command to not remove your helmet is ringing in your ears. You sit at the bar when you feel a presence next to you. “What’s a Mandalorian omega doing all alone?” He asks and you snort, “I haven’t got an alpha.” You state despite your chest aching, knowing you have an alpha but he doesn’t want you. On your walk to the cantina, you realized that Din didn’t question being your alpha. Which means he must’ve taken his helmet off at some point and found out. You wonder how long he’s known. Why he had kept it from you. “That’s good news for me, sweetheart. I’ve never been with a Mandalorian before and it smells like you might be needing an alpha at any moment.” He says, leaning closer and your stomach pangs with the beginning of a heat. 

“I- I ran out of suppressants.” You confess, turning towards him despite everything in you wanting to run to find Din.

The Frog Lady had agreed to watch the baby, leaving Din to go back to the little inn where you had stayed last night and get another room. He knows that he owes you a conversation, a real conversation and he cannot do that in public. Once he has the key, Din tucks it into his belt and sets off for the cantina. He knows you are angry at him, hurt. He wants to give you time to cool down for a moment, to think rationally again. To remember your creed so both of you can agree that nothing will happen until you can find the armorer again and speak with her. Striding confidently towards the seedy little bar, he is sure that it would work. 

You giggle when the alpha leans in, telling you a joke about Jawas and you are distracted for a moment from talking about your heat. He offers to buy you a drink but you decline, not wanting to take your helmet off, but it’s nice to talk to someone without them just giving you a grunt as an answer. You unconsciously lean closer to the alpha, your body heated as your biological need threatens to overwhelm you.

Walking into the bar, Din unlocks his helmet, unsealing it so he can smell you. Attraction and arousal, pouring from you and he follows the scent. Finding you sitting at the bar, another alpha leaning in, obviously interested in touching you, fucking you. The need to protect you roars to life in his chest and his alpha nature  rips through his self control. Moving quickly to you, barely resisting the urge to pull his blaster on the cocksure alpha who is grinning at his mate. “Get the fuck away from her.” He growls, shoving between the two of you and puffing up his chest, towering over the other man and trying to be as intimidating as possible.

You gasp at Din’s sudden appearance and you stand up from your stool. “Alpha.” You place your hand on Din’s chest plate to keep him back from the other alpha. 

“Hey buddy. Me and this omega were talking.” The alpha says and you wince under your helmet, knowing that he needs to shut up before he gets a blaster in the face. 

“Din, just leave him.” You huff, pissed that he is dictating what you can and can’t do.

“My omega.” Din growls, his hand inches away from his blaster and he stares hard at the man from behind his visor. “Move away.” He warns but the man scoffs and doesn’t look impressed. 

“She doesn’t seem taken. She seems like she’s real interested in getting to know me. ‘Bout to go into heat, needs an alpha buried in her cunt, knotting her.”

His words make you wince as you know Din, any alpha, wouldn’t allow them to speak about their omega that way. “It’s obvious you haven’t claimed her. What’s wrong, Mando? Not got the balls to do what needs to be done. She doesn’t smell like you. She smells wet. She smells ready for a cock. Clearly you aren’t enough for her. She wants to get fucked.” The alpha smirks, pushing Din’s buttons even more.

Din’s hand shoots out, wrapping it around the other alpha’s throat and squeezing harshly. Enjoying the way his pheromones immediately turned to ones of distress and his eyes bulge while his blue skin turns purple as the airways are cut off by the pressure of Din’s hand. “My omega.” Din rasps out, voice dangerously low and threatening. “Mine. Not yours. Mine.” The urge to kill him is clouding his thoughts, to demonstrate that you are his. That he would protect you.

“Alpha. Alpha. Don’t. He’s not worth it. I’m yours. I’m yours.” You promise Din, knowing that fact deep within your bones but you’re still furious with him. You place your hands on his chest plate, your helmet tilted towards his, “please. Just take me back to the inn. Don’t do this.”

Slowly, Din relaxes his fingers and lets go. Getting immense satisfaction when the other alpha gasps for air and immediately grabs his throat. He grabs your hands and ducks his shoulder down, hauling you over his shoulder like he would a bounty. Ignoring your shrieks as he storms out of the cantina with you.

You are shocked that Din is carrying you back to the inn and, you can admit to yourself, turned on by the primal display. "Din. Put me down!" You demand but he ignores you until he's in front of the room he had gotten for you. Finally putting you down. "I can't believe you did that." You shake your helmet and he opens the door.

 "Inside." He demands and you obey him immediately, stepping into the room. Din steps into the room, letting the door close and locking it behind him. “You were going to let him touch you?” He demands, pissed off that you were searching for someone, despite the fact that he had not immediately claimed you.

You feel defiant now despite being alone with your alpha. "I was. I am going into heat. If you didn’t touch me, I needed to find another alpha to satisfy my needs." You declare despite knowing that no one would give you what you need from Din. 

“You’ve worked through heats before.” Din growls, remembering how he had heard your whimpering cries from your bunk as you used your toys. It had been hard to deal with, when he hadn’t known he was your alpha. Wanting to offer you his cock the entire time, but he had respected your need for privacy. “Why not this time?”

“Because - because I wanted to feel wanted. I wanted someone to touch me who wanted to touch me, to make me feel something. I know you already knew I was your omega. You weren’t shocked when I found out you were my alpha. You didn’t - you didn’t sound surprised at all. How long have you known?” You ask, crossing your arms.

He leans back from you, surprised that you are attacking him and not liking it. “I-“ he huffs, rolling his eyes under his helmet and sighs. “Yesterday.” He admits quietly. “The vents between our rooms weren't closed. I-I smelled you when I took my helmet off.”

You are placated when you find out it was only yesterday but you’re still hurt that he didn’t tell you. “I didn’t smell you yesterday. I - I was showering and I -” You frown under the helmet. “You weren’t going to tell me, were you?”

“I- we-“ Din shakes his head. “You know what Mandalorians do.” He reasons with you. “The Armorer aligns breeding partners. I-“ He bites his lip under his helmet and sighs. “I was going to ask the Armorer for you, to be paired with you when we find them again.”

You understand where he is coming from but you feel frustrated by him. "Din. We - we are mates. What we have is...it's more than the creed. It's more than just breeding. It's how it is supposed to be. It's primal and raw. We are mates. Destined for each other and you've been by my side for so long yet neither of us knew what the other was meant to be. I want - I want you. I need you. Fuck the creed. Fuck the Armorer. You're my alpha and I - I want you. No matter what the consequences are." You say, "but if you don't want that - want me - I will leave. I'll go back to the covert and you can finish your quest alone."

He wants to argue against your comments, his heart twisting when he hears you say you would walk away. “Always wanted you.” He confesses quietly, breathing deeply and soaking in your scent. “Since the second week together. Watching you wipe the floor with that Twi.” He snorts, smirking slightly under his helmet. “Wanted you all the time.”

You chuckle, remembering that fight when you were both so much younger. You step towards him, "I have always wanted you. Always imagined you when I was in my nest." You confess softly, "I think I knew, unconsciously, that I was yours."

“I thought about you a lot.” Din confesses, taking a deep breath as he remembers what Bo Katan had said about mates being able to reveal their faces to each other. He takes a deep breath and reaches up to slowly start sliding his helmet off.

Your eyes widen under your helmet as Din exposes his face to you and you get your first look at his handsome face. "Maker. You are -" You can see him tense with anxiety and you reach up with your gloved hand to cup his cheek. "Mesh'la." You tell him, unable to tear your eyes away from those beautiful brown eyes. "Do you - you can remove my helmet...if you want."

He’s proud that you find him appealing. His one glimpse of you too fleeting for his own liking, finding you mesh’la as well. “I want to see you, omega.” He hums as he slowly reaches for your helmet. “My omega. My mate.”

You’re nervous for him to fully look at you without your helmets on, and your heart pounds beneath your chest plate. You bite your lip when your eyes meet his without the pixelated visor screen and his brown eyes soften. “Din. Alpha.” You murmur, watching him as he stares at you.

“Mesh’la.” He murmurs softly, staring into your eyes and feeling his cock harden beneath his flight suit as he smells and sees you clearly for the first time. He groans your name. “Omega.”

You ache for him, your heat curling in your stomach, and you wonder what he wants, if he still wants to wait until you return to the covert. “I don’t know what you want from me right now. Do you want us to put our helmets back on and continue on like this never happened until we return to the Armorer?” You ask, a little breathless.

“I cannot pretend I haven’t seen your face, smelled you.” Din groans, his eyes nearly closing in pain when a wave of arousal drifts over him. “I- you’re mine.” He growls again. “You are going into heat, I will take care of you.”

You whimper at his words, your body starting to get overheated with need. “Alpha.” You gasp, starting to work on removing your beskar, needing to feel the air on your hot skin. “I need you.” You pant, efficiently stripping down until you’re in your bra band and panties, boots kicked aside and you slide your hand into your panties, needing to rub your clit for some relief.

“Omega.” He growls, body tense and he steps forward, his need to touch you and take care of you nearly overwhelming his rational sense. He is about to touch you, still completely dressed in his armor except for his helmet. When he sees his gloves, he stops. “Get on the bed.” He orders, starting to strip down himself. Needing to press his skin to yours. “I will make sure you don’t need your fingers. You can have mine.”

You obey his order, shifting to lay down on the bed after reluctantly pulling your fingers out of your panties, and you watch him strip off. “Alpha. You are - you’re mesh’la.” You say, sitting up on your elbows to watch him, seeing the scars from blasters that grazed the vulnerable spots in his beskar and you want to kiss every one of them.

His own groan is one of pride and need, seeing you squirming on the bed, waiting for him. His omega, needy and wet. His hand wraps around his cock and he slowly starts to jerk himself. “You are mesh’la, cyar’ika.” He hums, eyes dark and full of lust. The waves of need and want roll off of you and mix with his own desire to fill the room. “My sweet little, omega. Wanting my cock, needing my knot.”

His voice, unmodulated, makes you shiver, and you watch him with wide eyes. “Yours, alpha.” You promise, reaching behind you to unclip your bra band, tossing it onto the floor to expose your tits to his gaze as he pumps his cock. You are aching for him. “Please. Alpha. I need your touch.”

He’s heard it before. The needy begging and calling to his alpha, but never from his mate. Growling, he scrambles onto the bed, one hand grabbing your breast while the other rips your panties off effortlessly.

You cry out in satisfaction as he quickly pushes two thick digits inside of you. “Yesss.” You hiss, feeling the ache assuage slightly with his digits curling deep inside of you. “Fuck, Din. Alpha. Yes.” You whine, tilting your head towards his.

It will be the first time he’s kissed anyone and it’s fitting that it’s his mate. His lips come crashing down against yours roughly as he curls his fingers inside you. Unskilled, he relies on what he had imagined doing, watching holo vids and jerking off when he was alone in his bunk. His tongue pushing into your mouth when you moan and he makes a feral sound of pleasure of his own.

You moan into his mouth, tangling your tongue with his and it’s unskilled but passionate. Your hands tangle in his hair, tugging slightly and you feel his cock twitch against your thigh. You’ve both had sex before, neither of you have kissed and it’s clumsy but you soon get the hang of it.

He feels like he doesn’t want to ever stop kissing you. Pumping his fingers deep inside your quivering cunt, he groans and rocks his hips against your belly. Loving how eagerly you respond to me.

You pant into his mouth, getting closer to orgasm with the way his fingers pump into you. "Alpha. I'm gonna- you're gonna make me - fuck!" You cry into his mouth as you clamp down on his digits, the ache in your belly satiated for a moment.

The first orgasm from his omega nearly makes him cum untouched. Din moans your name as he works you through the way your walls clench and your juices soak his hand. Pleasured pheromones pour off of you and he ducks his head down to press his tongue to your scent gland.

Feeling his tongue on your scent gland has you whining his name and your nails dig into his back, wanting him to bite you but he won’t until he’s ready. “I need you inside of me. Please, alpha.” You beg, gently pushing him off of you so you can shift onto your hands and knees for him.

Din growls, loving the submissive display, looking at your dripping cunt as you move to your hands and knees. Showing him how badly you need him. “My omega is eager.” He groans, slapping your ass and squeezing your hips as he throbs. He knows this first time will be rough. You know it too. Taking his cock on his hand, he shuffles forward and notches it at your entrance. Hissing when he snaps his hips forward ruthlessly and buries himself deep in your cunt.

Your breath is immediately pushed from your lungs and you gasp as he stretches you out. You fall forward onto your elbows and squeeze your eyes shut as he doesn’t hesitate to start moving inside of you. It’s rough and your body feels like it’s on fire. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! Alpha. I- shit.” You curse, cunt fluttering around his cock.

You’re perfect around him. Gloriously tight and taking every harsh thrust with a choked moan as he starts to hammer into you. Need and the instinct to give you every piece of himself has him gripping your hips like you might get away from him and rocking deep to push up against your womb.

You grip the sheets beneath you, your cheek pressed against them as he pushes into you over and over again. “Fuck. Oh fuck Din.” You pant, thighs starting to shake as he pushes you closer and closer to orgasm with every harsh rock of his hips.

Suddenly, Din stops. Circling his hips as he lifts your and grinds into you. He was going to cum and he wants to make sure that you are satisfied before he gives into any of his own needs. “Fuck, omega, you are so perfect.” He grunts out, panting as he feels you squeeze him. “Are you going to be a good girl and take my knot? Let me breed you one day?”

You whine, deep from your throat. “Yesss. I’ll let you- have as many as you want, alpha. I want to be good for you. Want you to be happy.” You pant, thighs shaking still as he grinds deep and his hand spreads wide until his thumb is pressing against your clit.

“Good girl.” He growls out, twitching inside you. He’s imagined breeding you before, many times, even before knowing you were his omega. Hoping that working with you would cause the armorer to place you together to breed. It was why he let you on his ship. “Fuck, I- you feel so good ‘mega. So fucking tight around my cock.”

Your nails dig into the sheets and you are desperate for him to make you cum. The fire in your belly is burning and sweat beads on your forehead. “Alpha. Please.” You whine, grinding yourself back onto him. “I need - need to cum. It burns.” You almost sob with need.

“It’s okay,” he coos, rubbing your clit as he starts rocking into you again. “Your alpha is going to take care of you. Make sure your little cunt is happy by the time you leave this bed.”

You grind back onto him, his hips still not moving as he rubs your clit, and you practically sob with relief when you cum. Clamping down on his cock, you moan his name, his designation, and soak him. “Yessss.” You hiss, thighs violating shaking as you ride your high.

“Fuck.” He groans, his hands tightening on you as he feels you cum around him. “It’s so good, cyar’ika. My omega.”

You slump into the sheets, the burning dissipating for a moment so you can catch your breath and Din’s fingers dig into your hips. “Alpha. Maker, I need - I want you to knot me. Please. Fuck me hard.” You beg breathlessly.

“Yes, yes, my ‘mega can take it.” He growls proudly. “Take my cock and beg for more.” As he starts to thrust harder, it feels like he’s going to beat the bed through the wall, knocking the headboard against the panel with a loud clang every time he pushes deep.

“I can take it. I want more. Always want more. Please baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Alpha.” You demand, your hands coming out to stop yourself from being squashed against the headboard.

He wants to bite you, to mark you as his even though no one would ever see your marks except him. His secret claim on you under your armor. His hisses out your name and manages to increase his frantic pace. “Fuck, fuck, Dank ferik.”

You whine his name, “Alpha. Oh Maker. You - it’s - oh shit. Shit. Shit.” You wail as you cum again, clamping down on his cock and gushing around him, feeling his knot starting to catch and you know he’s close. “Cum. Cum for me.” You beg breathlessly, reaching back to touch his hand on your hip.

Din collapses on top of you, Pushing you down to the bed, hips never stopping as he drives into you again and again. Fucking you into the bed as if that was his singular focus in life. “Gonna, gonna cum.” He grunts out, warning you. “K-knot you.”

“Do it. Fuck, I need it. Need it, Alpha.” You beg and he pushes deep just as his knot catches, his seed painting your walls with spurt after spurt. You whine in pleasure, feeling satisfied and you tilt your neck. “Make me yours, Din.”

The audible pop of his knot slipping into you releases a feral growl from deep in his chest. Unable to stop himself, his face turns towards your neck and his teeth sink into your scent gland. Marking you as his irrevocably.

You cum again from the pleasure of being tamed and from him knotting you. You sigh into the sheets when Din licks the mark he left on your skin. “I love you.” You confess, “even before I found out you’re my alpha. I’ve always loved you.” You confess with your eyes closed.

Din sighs softly and even though he could not pull away from you because of his knot, he wraps his arms around you to keep you close. “I had hoped the armorer would pair us together.” He confesses quietly. “That's why I let you join my crew.”

He shifts onto his side and you curl back into his chest, “whatever happens…it’s you and me and the kid. Even if we have to leave the covert. I would like to keep you, to keep you safe.” You promise him and he leans in to nuzzle your neck.

“Kar’ta.” He murmurs, feeling like he is complete for the first time since his nature was revealed. His other half is in his arms and he wants nothing more than to keep you there. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome.” He whispers softly, wondering if you will repeat the wedding vows back to him. “Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.”

You smile and squeeze his forearm. “Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome. Mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde.” You repeat back, turning your head to look at him, “riduur.” You whisper, kissing his jaw, “my riduur.”

“Riduur.” His spouse. You are married to him now, his - both by your nature and by your religion. “I will keep you and the child safe.” He vows, his hand sliding down to your stomach. “And any who follow.”

You kiss his lips softly, smiling against him as you place your hand over his on your stomach. “We will face whatever we need to face together. My riduur. My alpha. And when we are ready, I’ll happily have your children. Maybe we can settle on Navarro. Get a little cottage and live a peaceful life together.” You vocalize the dream you’ve had for years.

“That would be good.” He knows that it might never happen, but he wishes for it. “First we must finish our quest.” He hopes to find the armorer again and have you declared a clan of three. It will take some time, but you have time. Both of you have implants to prevent a child and his knotted cock twitches inside you as he thinks about filling you with his baby.

“Finish the quest.” You agree, “then we have the rest of our lives together. I love you, Din Djarin. My alpha.” You murmur, kissing his jaw again. “Whatever happens, we will face it together as mates. As partners.” You promise, unsure of the road ahead but you will be together, connected as one, and you will ensure the child’s safety. This is the way.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct - Part 12

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, A/B/O, brief mention of injuries, unplanned pregnancy, brief discussion of abortion (more implied than an actual discussion), so much softness omg

A/N: It's hard to believe this story is over. It's been fun writing it and I'm kind of sad that it's over. I wound up going a different direction with the story than I originally planned. I'm a little bummed that I didn't go with the original idea but it would have been more complex and taken a lot longer to get to inevitably the same ending. I think I'm just ready to finish this one up and let it lie with this ending.

Thank you to all of my readers, I'm so grateful that all of you took the time to read and enjoy this story. Here's to whatever comes next!

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You stare out at the flickering blue of hyperspace. You’re tired. Your heat has taken its toll on you. You’re still achy, your inner thighs raw from Din’s stubble. You had left not long after your heat ended, Din getting a comm message from Karga about the location of some of the targets, and the bounty on their heads. 

Din wanted to get things taken care of before they disappeared again, or someone else found them. He had packed things up, hauling their belongings and you, still half asleep onto the Crest before leaving the planet. 

Three of them. One more and you’d be on their way to Navarro. 

It wasn’t like you necessarily needed the credits. Boba could easily send more, and would if you asked. Din wanted to do things his way, though. The dumb alpha instinct to prove their worth, to prove they could properly care for a mate, for a family. 

You curl up in your seat, tucking your knees to your chest. Din had proven himself time and time again to more, more than he needed to. You won’t change his mind, though. He was determined to see this through. You’re saving others from what you went through. That’s what you tell yourself. It’s not all about revenge. It would be impossible, now that you know the truth. Now that you remember. 

A shiver runs down your spine as memories run through your head. What happened to the others? Had any of them escaped? Or had you been lucky to survive, to be taken by the pirates and saved from a worse fate? 

You don't want to think about it anymore. You screw your eyes shut, focusing on the scent of your alpha heavy in the air, letting it relax you. He smells musky, both of you still recovering from your heat. From what you can remember, it had been an intense one. More intense than your last. Perhaps the suppressants were finally completely out of your system. Or maybe it was just your body’s reaction to going years without a heat. 

You can still feel the lingering effects of it. Your brain feels fuzzy still, your body warm. Everything is louder, stronger, more amplified. You want to crawl into Din’s lap and sink right under his armor into his skin. 

If only that were possible. 

***

You wake when the ship lands. It startles you for a moment before you’re able to get your bearings. You rub your eyes, Din running a hand over your head before leaving the cockpit. You let your brain wake up more before you follow him, dropping into the hull. 

“Stay with the ship.” Din says, loading the last of his weapons. “This won’t take long.” 

You grab his arm before he can walk away, turning him to face you. You reach up, lifting his helmet just enough to reveal his mouth. You stand on your toes, pressing your lips to his. His hands grab your waist, holding you steady as you kiss him. Your brain feels fuzzy, still fighting the lingering buzz from your heat. 

“As soon as I get this done,” Din murmurs against your lips, squeezing your sides. “I’ll come back and help you.” 

You let out a quiet whine, but relent, letting him go. You watch him leave the ship, the ramp closing behind him. You crawl into the nest, burrowing yourself in Din’s scent to wait for his return. 

It only takes two hours before the ramp is lowering once more, Din leading someone into the ship. You lay still, buried beneath the blankets out of sight. You hear the familiar rush of air from the carbonite chamber before footsteps approach. You don't move, don't reveal yourself, but you don't have to. The blankets shift slightly, a gloved hand reaching beneath them. You lean into his touch, keening quietly. Your underwear is soaked through, your mind racing nonstop in his absence. 

The cool air of the Crest hits your skin as the blankets are tossed off, your body rolling to present for him. His hand presses into your back, holding you flat against the floor. You buck your hips, desperate for any sort of friction, any contact to alleviate the need rushing through you.

Gloved hands slip under the waistband of your pants and underwear, tugging both down just far enough. Din inhales deeply, groaning at the scent of you heavy in the air. 

“Could smell you outside the ship.” He growls, pressing his body flat against yours. 

You keens, bucking your hips up to grind against his hard length. He reaches between them, guiding his cock into your slick folds. You gasp at the stretch, back arching to take him deeper. 

“Stinking up the ship with that needy pussy.” He growls, a hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head and reveal your neck. “All for me, huh?” 

“Yes, alpha!” You whine as he pulls back before slamming his hips against your ass. “Need you. Need you so bad.” 

He shushes you, lips tracing your neck. “I’ve got you, omega. Let your alpha take care of you.” 

You practically sob as he begins thrusting into you, his movements slow and deep. Your clit drags along the blanket under you, making you dizzy with pleasure. His lips close around your mark, fingers tangling with yours to hold you steady as he fucks you. You’re loud, keening and whining and moaning under him as he fucks you through your first orgasm. He doesn’t slow any, keeping his pace steady. 

“Alpha, alpha!” You chant his title like a prayer, moving your body with his. “Need your cum! Please!” 

He shushes you, shifting his hips just slightly to hit that spot inside you with every thrust. His teeth sink into your shoulder, your body shuddering violently under him as you cums a second time, soaking him and the blankets with your slick. 

He releases with a groan inside you, keeping his hold on your shoulder for a moment as he fills you with his cum. You let out little whines beneath him, your hips still jerking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He releases your shoulder, running his tongue along the teeth marks indented in your skin. 

You go limp beneath him, his arms slipping under you to roll them to one side. He holds you against his chest, fingers tracing your skin as he continues to lap at your mark. He’s still buried inside you, half-hard in your pussy.

“I need to get us on our way to Nevarro.” He says, lips brushing your skin. 

You make a noise in protest, grabbing onto his wrists with surprising strength before he can get up. 

“I won’t be gone long.” He says, shifting his hips to pull out of you. “I’ll be back.” 

You make a disgruntled noise as he leaves the nest, mind working off of muscle memory to get the ship out of the atmosphere and into hyperspace. As soon as you’re headed towards Nevarro, he descends into the hull once more, crawling back into the nest with you. 

***

The warning alarm that the ship is about to drop out of hyperspace draws him from the nest. You shift in your sleep as he pulls himself from you, climbing back into the cockpit. He lands the ship, finding you sitting up in the nest when he gets back down to the hull. 

“We land already?” You ask, rubbing your eyes. 

“Just did.” He says, putting pieces of his armor back on. 

You get up, stepping into the fresher. “You’re lucky you have armor to hide behind.” 

“You look fine.” He says, slipping his blaster into the holster. 

“I most certainly do not.” You step back out. “If I go out there looking like this, people are gonna ask questions.” 

He eyes the bite mark on your shoulder, and the bruises across your collarbones and the sides of your neck. “You can always say it was a fight.” 

You give him a look. “Yeah, because people are gonna believe that. ‘You think this is bad, you should see the other guy.’” You mock, changing into clothes that offer better coverage. 

“You did quite a number on me.” He says. 

You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you try to fix your hair so it doesn’t look like you’d fucked the entire trip. “Yeah, but no one’s gonna see it but me.” 

“Good.” He growls, his chest pressing against your back. 

You roll your eyes, smacking his arm with your brush. “Don’t we have things to do? People to see?” 

He rests his helmet against the side of your head for a moment before letting you go. He’s glad to see you're back to your normal self again, even if you are a bit of a pain in his ass. His hand brushes your side as you wait for the ramp to lower, feeling the blaster tucked into your pants. He smiles a bit behind his helmet. He never has to remind you. 

He takes your hand, leading you down the ramp. Karga and Cara are there already, waiting for you. 

“You never fail to impress me.” Karga says, greeting Din with a handshake. “I wasn’t expecting you so soon.” 

“It was an easy job.” Din says.

“Come on,” Karga says, clapping Din’s shoulder. “Let’s get them off-loaded then we can talk payment.” 

***

“How many have you found?” Cara asks as you sit around a table in the cantina. 

“Counting these three, ten.” Din answers. “Not nearly all of them, but things have gotten... complicated.” 

“They’re figuring it out.” Karga says. 

Din nods. “That, and...” 

“The Empire was involved.” You answer for him, not wanting to beat around the bush like Din was probably going to. You had no reason to lie, no reason to hide it. “They were the ones that picked us up trying to escape Mandalore.” 

“What would the Empire want with a bunch of Mandalorians?” Karga asks. 

“They wanted to study our kind.” You answer. “They wanted to know about our abilities. The heightened senses, increased strength, all of it. All beings are capable of waking it, but most have forgotten how. Mandalorians are one of the last groups that remember, and actively practice.” 

“This is getting into dangerous territory.” Cara warns. 

“I know.” Din says. “That’s why we came here after picking up the last three. We...have to decide what to do next.” 

“You can stay as long as you’d like.” Karga says. “I’ll put you up in a nice house on the outskirts, lots of privacy. My treat.” 

Din glances down at you, seeing the desire in your gaze. He’d be content staying in the ship, but he knows you miss a real roof over your head, a real bed. Your last vacation had really taken its toll on your omega instincts. He might never get you to leave if you stay. 

His shoulders slump a bit. “Fine.” 

***

What Din was hoping would only be a few days turns into a couple weeks. You had quickly fallen in love with Nevarro and its newly refreshed culture. You had yet to talk about your next move, as Karga was insistent on spoiling you and showing you all the best that Nevarro now had to offer. You were eating it up, and Din didn’t have it in him to stop you. 

After a few days, you began to slow down a bit. It was really what prompted him to stay longer than those few days. You were acting strangely, stranger than normal. You were more agitated, tossing and turning at night and then sleeping late into the day. He wondered if it was some lasting effect from your heat, or perhaps the underlying stress had caused your heat to start back up. 

You weren't showing any other normal symptoms of a heat, though. 

In fact, you were acting the opposite. 

Besides your grumpy attitude, he had been forced to sleep on the floor a couple times after you’d nearly pushed him off the bed. You’ve dodged his touches a few times, as well as shrugged off a few others. Your instincts were going haywire, and it was putting him on edge. 

His natural first thought was that someone had slipped something into some food or a drink. You weren't acting like you had been slipped a suppressant. Spice didn’t have much of an effect on your kind either, and he can’t think of anything else that could be causing such a reaction. It could just be delayed stress, or your body fighting some sort of illness. He considered contacting Boba, but he probably wouldn’t be able to offer up an explanation either. 

He should just load you up and take you back to Tatooine, but he’s worried a confined space might make you more agitated. The last thing he needs is an agitated omega in hyperspace. He could slip you something to help you sleep through the trip, but you’d be raging when you woke up again. 

He could always command you to. 

He doesn’t want to do that. It would be cruel. It would break the trust that had formed between them. He had told himself he’d only do it if he had no other choice, and this doesn't feel like the right situation. 

He won’t do that to you. 

He resorts to just asking you. 

He approaches you in the morning. You’re seated at the small table in the kitchen, your back to him. He keeps his distance, remembering the stories of how aggressive your omega is. He doesn't want to risk you getting hurt. 

He says your name, watching you from behind.. You let out a grunt in response. “Are you okay?” He asks. 

Your shoulders tense, hands closing into fists where they’re laying on the table. You're annoyed, the sharp scent filling the air. “Why?” 

Din shifts slightly on his feet. “You’ve been acting...different. Are you...feeling alright?” 

“Fine.” You snap. “I’m fine.” 

Din decides not to push it. You're not fine, but you're not in a place to answer either. 

***

You feel like you're’s going insane. You're tired, the same kind of tired you’d felt when you were on suppressants. You can’t sleep, though. Sleep evades you, leaving you tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning. You're on edge, every sound too loud, every smell too strong. 

And Din. His very presence is making your skin crawl. His scent, the quiet clank of his armor and shuffle of his flight suit is driving you up the wall. He’s been clingy lately, and you know it’s because of the way you’re acting, but the last thing you want is him close. You want space. You want to run off into the lava fields and just sit in silence for hours and breathe. 

You can’t, though. Din would be after you in an instant. 

Not to mention, you've started to feel sick. Certain smells have started to make you feel nauseous. If you lay a certain way too long you begin to feel it, the churning in your stomach. You refuse to be sick. It would only worry Din more, which would only make you more agitated. 

You hate it. 

So, you decide to visit the medical center. 

You slip out at night, after Din is fast asleep. You felt bad for forcing him on the floor, but the idea of him being that close, touching you, his body heat, all of it made your skin crawl. 

You slip out the door without him knowing, taking the short walk into town. You're on edge, every little sound making you jump and swing your light stick around. The town is dimly lit but quiet as you creep along the streets. Something tickles at the back of your neck as you nears the medical center, footsteps that aren’t your own sounding behind you. 

You slow your pace, hand slipping under your poncho. You spin, drawing your blaster, your heart in your throat. You tense, staring wide eyed at Cara. 

“Sorry,” The woman lifts her hands in surrender. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” Her lips lift in a smile. “You’re a quick draw.” 

You lower your blaster, taking a breath. “I had a good teacher.” 

“Where are you sneaking off to in the middle of the night?” Cara asks, taking a couple steps closer. 

You slip the blaster back into your waistband. “The medical center.” You answer honestly. “I need to get a test done.” 

Cara stares at you for a moment before nodding. “Would you like some company?” 

You swallow nervously. You don't want to go to the medical center. You know you might react like you did the last time. Especially being so on edge, there’s no telling what might happen, and with Din absent...

“Sure.” You nod. Maybe having someone there will help. Of course, Cara might tell Din, but he’s going to find out eventually if it is true. 

***

Din sits up, wide awake. It’s still dark out, the room lit from the moon shining in the window. Something is wrong, something is off. He can sense it, but his waking brain can’t quite figure it out. He glances around the room, seeing no intruders. He can’t hear anything either. 

He glances to the bed, the sheets messy and thrown back. You’re missing.

His heart leaps into his throat, body moving before he can even think. He’s on his feet, stepping through the door into the rest of the house. The fresher is open, the kitchen empty, and the living room. Have you run away? Did someone sneak in and take you? It would be impossible. 

You've gotten past him before. 

He slams his finger on the button to open the door, stepping out into the night. He quickly scans his gaze across the front of the house, the tension leaving his body almost instantly. 

You’re sitting in a chair in front of the house, knees pulled to your chest. The lamp is turned on, on the table next to you. You're staring out into the darkness, not even noticing his presence. 

He moves slowly, approaching you cautiously. You could snap, you could jump at him. If he startles you, you might try to shoot him again. You don’t acknowledge him at all, not seeming to notice, even as he sits in the chair next to you. He casts his gaze out where you’re looking, but he doesn’t see anything. He’s scared to break the silence, but he has to know. You're acting strangely, even more strange than before and it’s scaring him. 

“Din?” You whisper, voice barely audible even in the silence. 

“Yes, cyare?” He says, looking at you. 

Your gaze is still off in the distance, your hands tugging at your pant legs. “I want to go back to Tatooine.”

“Okay.” He says. He had told you all you needed to do was ask and he would. He had meant it. Whenever you wanted to, he would end your hunt and take you back to Tatooine. 

“I don’t want to do this anymore.” You continue.

He doesn’t need an explanation or a reason, but he’s not going to interrupt you. He does want to know what’s been going on, and if this is his answer, then he’s going to let you talk. 

“Din...I’m pregnant.”

His hands close around the arms of the chair, his stomach dropping. This was unexpected. He hadn’t even taken that into consideration. You both have the implant, though he knew the regular implant was questionable in its ability to protect against the kind of virility omegas experienced while in heat. Omegas had their own ways to protect themselves during their heat, but that knowledge had been lost. 

It would explain your sudden change, the aggressiveness, your sleep habits. There was a big change happening within you, and your body was rapidly trying to adjust. He remembered once seeing a newly pregnant omega when he was a boy. She had nearly taken the head off of her alpha. 

“It’s nothing personal.” He had said. “Just her body and her mind doing what it needs to do.” 

She’d calmed as the baby developed, and her bond with her alpha had grown to the point they were rarely apart. Had things been the way they were supposed to, you would have been surrounded by omegas, both mated and unmated, to help care for you during your pregnancy, especially in the late stages. Birthing was a sacred omega space. Alphas were only allowed in if something went wrong. The omegas would have continued to care for you and the pup after birth, until you recovered. 

Things weren’t the way they were supposed to be, though. With fewer and fewer omegas, and fewer and fewer safe spaces for them, omegas relied on their alphas for help. There was nothing sacred anymore, no help that only other omegas could provide. 

“I’m scared.” You whisper, a tear sliding down your cheek. 

He slowly reaches over, giving you plenty of time to turn, to push him away again. You stay still, letting him pull your hand from where it’s tugging at your pants. He wraps his fingers around your hand, squeezing it gently. “You don’t have to.” 

Your head snaps to him, teary eyes wide. “What?” 

“You don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, if you want to wait, to...to plan things before...it’s your choice.” 

You stare at him. “But...but what about you?” 

He traces your knuckles with his thumb. “You’re the one that has to go through this. If you don’t want to...if you’d rather wait...it’s your choice.” 

You look back down at your lap. “I...I don’t know.” You squeeze his hand. “I think having the baby will be the easy part.” 

He tilts his head as he stares at you. “Why’s that?” 

You turn your gaze back to him. “We have to tell Boba.” 

***

Your leg bounces nervously as you sit in the Crest. You’d left Nevarro a few hours ago with promises to keep them updated and visit every so often. You had debated staying there permanently, but deep down you know you want to be with your family. You’d already lost one family, you want to spend as much time as you can with your new one. 

You're also nervous about telling Boba. You had told him you were returning, but you hadn’t explained why. You hadn’t told him about the Empire, or their little accident that led to you remembering either. He’s probably thinking the worst, and you do feel just a little guilty about not telling him anything. 

“We’ll be landing soon.” Din says, the Crest beeping as it warns of their approach. “This is the right thing to do.” 

“I know.” You say, curling your fingers around the end of your poncho. “I don’t think we could do this alone.” 

“We shouldn’t have to.” He says, guiding the ship out of hyperspace and towards the red planet. “It’s our safest option.” 

You let out a long breath as Din flies the ship towards the palace. It feels good, being home after so long, after everything that happened. Tatooine is home now, the first place that’s felt like home since you lost Mandalore so long ago. 

Din takes your hand as the ramp lowers, squeezing it gently. Fennec is waiting for them, a smile tugging at her lips as you make their way down the ramp. 

“So you survived the trip.” She says to Din. 

“Barely.” You snort, wrapping your arms around Fennec in a hug. 

“We weren’t expecting you back so soon.” Fennec says, holding you tightly. 

“There’s been a change of plans.” Din says. 

“That’s not a bad thing.” She releases you, nodding towards the door. “Boba’s got a surprise waiting for you in the throne room.” 

You glance at Din before taking his hand, following Fennec into the palace. She leads you to the throne room, Boba’s voice floating up the stairs. You half expect him to be holding court, but you're surprised there’s no one there. At least not where you’d expect. 

A tiny green head turns as you enter the throne room, letting out a soft cooing sound. 

Din stiffens beside you, dropping your hand. “Grogu?” 

The small bundle leaps into the air, practically flying right into Din’s arms. You take half a step back, surprised at the sudden agility from the small creature. 

“It’s you.” Din breathes, staring down at Grogu. “What are you doing here?” 

“Arrived in an X-Wing.” Boba says, stepping down from the throne. “I thought we were getting a visit from the New Republic.” 

“How long has he been here?” Din asks, holding Grogu against his chest. 

“Two days.” Boba answers. “I was going to tell you, but then I got your message about returning here. Figured it would be a nice welcome home.” 

You step up to Boba, throwing your arms around his neck. He holds you tightly, rubbing your back as you press your face into his neck. You can smell it, the faint whiff of something that might have been, had he not been born as a clone.

“Hello, ad’ika.” He says, continuing to hold you as you cling to him. 

“I missed you.” You whisper, not realizing just how much you had missed him. 

“I know.” He says, gently prying you away. “But you’re here now.” He brushes the hair from your face, before letting you go. 

You turn back to Din, looking down at the green bundle in his arms. You knew about Grogu, at least who he was to Din and what had happened to him. Din had told you all about his adventures with the little green troublemaker who also happened to be a wizard of sorts. Or, at least that’s how Din had described him. 

Din introduces you, looking down at Grogu. 

He leaps from Din’s arms, and you instinctively grab onto him before you even realize it’s happened. “Oh my.” You say, settling him before looking down at him. He blinks up at you with huge brown eyes, tilting his head. “You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You practically squeal, slapping Din’s arm with your hand. “You didn’t tell me he was this cute!” You wrap your arms around Grogu, squeezing him against your chest. “I just wanna squeeze him!” You release him after a couple seconds, adjusting him in your arms so you're cradling him like a baby. “You, little cutie,” You tap his little nose. “Are never leaving us again.” You turn, giving Din a pointed look. 

“I think we have a lot to discuss.” Boba says, watching you with a suspicious look on his face. 

Din nods. “We do.” 

“Are you hungry?” Boba asks. 

Both you and Grogu look up at him. “Yes!” You answer before he’s even finished asking. 

“Of course you are. Shouldn’t have bothered asking.” Boba says, calling for the table and food to be brought into the throne room. 

***

Din can barely keep his eyes off of you as you sit and eat lunch. Grogu is happily seated in your lap, eating food off your plate. You are on your third plate, having cleared most of the food yourself. Din’s arm is around the back of your seat, his own plate empty. He’d eat later. 

Instead he tells Boba about your journey. He already knew some of it, thanks to your regular updates, but the last bit and the finer details he had missed out on. Din tells him most everything, keeping the more intimate bits out of the story. He tells him about your injury and the revelation about what had happened to the ship that never made it to Concordia. 

“So why the sudden decision to come home?” Boba asks, looking between you. 

You glance up at Din, staring into his visor for a moment. “I’m pregnant.” 

The room falls silent, Boba setting his fork down slowly. Din’s hand tightens into a fist where it rests across the back of your chair. Even Grogu is quietly watching, looking between everyone. 

“I thought you both had the implant.” Fennec says, breaking the tense silence. 

“We do.” Din says. “Well, we did.”  

“The efficiency of it is only theorized.” You say. “Omegas have a higher virility rate during heat cycles and the implant is designed for non-omegas. Depending on the virility rate during a certain heat, the implant can be rendered entirely ineffective. Omegas used to have ways to prevent pregnancy during heat cycles, but now that most of us are gone and Mandalore was destroyed, I’m not sure there’s anyone out there who still knows how to do it.” 

“This is what you want?” Boba asks, still staring between you. 

“We talked about it. A lot.” You say. 

“We both agreed that maybe it’s time for a career change.” Din finishes for you. 

“The offer still stands.” Boba says.

“Then I am more than happy to accept.” Din says. 

You pass Grogu to Din before standing up, moving to Boba’s side. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. “Thanks, Grandpa.” 

“Easy, ad’ika.” Boba warns, but there’s a smile on his face. 

***

Din steps out of the fresher, wearing nothing but a thin shirt and pants. You’re stretched out on the bed on your side, Grogu snuggled against your chest. He was already enamored with you, seeming to understand the new dynamic in the way that he understood a lot of things. Din had told him about you and your place in his life, and though Grogu hadn’t offered much in an agreement of understanding, Din knew he understood. 

Din approaches the bed slowly, your eyes cracking open. “Do you want me to sleep on the floor?” He asks. 

You shake your head, reaching out for him. 

He crawls onto the bed, settling himself on the other side of Grogu. He can hardly believe Grogu is back. He doesn’t really understand why or how, but he’s glad Grogu has returned. He had missed the little troublemaker. Of course, the prospect of raising two children now is a bit intimidating, he at least already knew what to expect from Grogu. 

You tangle a hand in his shirt, holding onto him. He stretches an arm above Grogu’s head, slipping it under your neck. You press your nose against his arm, inhaling his scent. “I’m happy.” You whisper, turning your face back to look at him. “I’m happy we got some of those nerf herders taken care of. I’m happy we decided to come back when we did. I’m happy you have Grogu back.” 

“We have our aliit back together.” He says, lowering his other hand to your stomach. There’s no real bump there yet, no sign of the tiny life that’s forming, but he knows. Somehow he can sense your child forming inside you. “And soon, we’ll have another member.”  

“I’ll try not to beat you up too much.” You say, lifting a hand to stroke his cheek. 

He smiles, kissing the palm of your hand. “From what I’ve heard about you, I’d be more concerned if you didn’t.” 

You smile, laughing quietly. “I love you.” 

He puts a hand over yours, pressing it against his cheek. He stares at you, at the way you seem to glow in the low light of the room. You're beautiful. He’s so lucky to have you, so lucky to have been given the chance at something most Mandalorians only dreamed of. He has his aliit, you’re together and you’re safe. That’s what really matters. 

He smiles, leaning over Grogu to kiss you softly. “I love you too.” 

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Please Help! Lost Fanfic...

Hello Everyone! Please Help! I am looking for a fic that was one of my two "emotional comfort" stories. I am trying to remember the fic's name or the author, but it has escaped me. Does someone have a link/saved copy/the author's name so that I can reach out and ask them about it?

Any help would be so very much appreciated! This is truly my last resort and my only hope...

Thank You!

General Summary:

Mando is given an "untouched omega" as a bounty reward and accepts her so that he can get her to an alpha of her own. Omegas in this story were mute until a bond bite released their vocal cords so they could finally speak. Throughout the story, Mando and the omega fall in love and eventually, Mando gives her a bite to release her vocal cords so that she can finally speak and say his name.

Here are all the details that I can remember:

Mandalorian Fic (ABO) Omega OFC/Reader Mando is NOT an Alpha (just a normal human/beta?) "Untouched Omega" was given to Mando as a bounty reward Omega's mute until given a bond bite to the throat Uses hand signs to communicate Guards all over her body to seal in her scent. Over time, Mando starts selling the guards off the omega Mando's whole journey is to sell/give the omega to an actual alpha They start to feel things toward each other but Mando is dead set on giving the omega to an alpha so that she can have a bond. Mando brings Omega to an alpha's place but is told that the alpha wouldn't mate her because she already had a "mate" in Mando. Mando gets the picture and takes the omega back to the ship so he can finally bond with her even though he is not an alpha. The fic ends with Mando biting the omega and being worried it didn't work, but then the last line is the omega saying Mando's name?

At this point, I've tried all that I can to find this fic on my own and have even reached out to users on Reddit, but I've had no luck so far. If this doesn't work, I'll have to resign myself to never reading these comfort stories again, but I really hope that somebody out there has it saved or knows of it so that I can read it again...

Thank you so much for reading my post!

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Hello 👋 I just wanted to ask if it's ok to request and if it is can I ask for an alpha Jason Todd x Omega chubby female reader smut plz. Also I really enjoyed your Mando and Logan story they were really good.

A World of Colours

Alpha!Jason Todd x omega!reader

Jason thought all the good had been drained from the world, but he has been wrong before

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), Jason has a slight fear of pregnancy, pull-out method

WC: 1k

Minors DNI

When Jason came back from the dead, he thought that everything good in the world died along with him. Everything was bleak and stuck in an eternal grey, the colour drained from his life. He spent his days training, getting bigger and stronger, determined to never be caught off guard again, even by his own family.

He was distrusting, brutish, violent and a borderline feral alpha. Even his own father was terrified of him (not that he would admit it).

So it was quite the shock when, on a surprise visit to his apartment that totally wasn’t to make sure that Jason was still alive, Dick found the place spotless and with the distinctive scent of an omega soaked into every inch of the small studio.

And even more shocking was his little brother standing in the small kitchenette fucking crooning to the plump woman sitting on the counter as he cooked her breakfast. “Did I have a stroke? Am I stroking out? Does anyone smell toast?” Jason rolled his eyes at his older brother and stepped forward as if to shield you.

“Of course you smell toast Dickhead, I’m making some.” Your laugh carried through through the small space like the ringing of bells and Dick watched as Jason’s posture relaxed and his scent became sweet with absolute love. 

It was then that Dick noticed both their states of undress (him being just in boxers and her in a shirt that must have been his) and the potent smell of sex. “I think I’m just gonna go.” He started backing out of the room.

“Yeah how about you do that?” You slapped Jason’s shoulder and hissed a “be nice”. Still thoroughly freaked out, Dick increased his pace. 

“Just uh, just remember that B wants everyone at dinner this Friday. Bring your girl.” He slammed the front door behind him, fully convinced he was having a very strange dream.

You watched the entryway for a moment before you were distracted by a soft brush of lips against your neck. “Jay.” A moan slipped from you involuntarily as Jason’s huge hands traveled from laying on the countertop to cupping your wide hips, squeezing the already bruised skin. 

“Yes princess?” He mouthed at your sensitive mating gland, applied just enough pressure to the raised skin to make your back arch forward with arousal.

“We just had sex ten minutes ago. Haven’t you had enough?” Offended, he pulled away for just a moment to look into your eyes.

“I could never have enough of you, and right now princess, I’m feeling very greedy.” You yelped when suddenly your ass was hanging off the edge of the counter after Jason tugged you forward. There was a dull thud that you knew was the sound of his boxers hitting the old kitchen tile. 

The musky smell of tobacco and hot chocolate filled the air as Jason’s eyes got darker with desire and you felt his hard cock against the soft skin of your plump thighs. He was already throbbing, with beads of pre-cum bathing on the uncut head. Slick pooled between your legs in response, your omega perfectly happy at the progress of this morning so far.

Reaching between you, you grasped him tightly and guided him to your entrance. “Go on then, alpha. Sate your hunger.”  His massive paws skirted down your body to settle on the small of your back. The tip of his nose brushed against yours in a loving manner.

“Yes, omega.” He answered dutifully and then slammed forward. 

“Alpha!” You mewled. Pleasure shot through you with each roll of his hips. “Feel s’good.” The counter dug into your hips as he thrust into you. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Even though your love had fucked you mere minutes before, your pussy still burned with the stretch of his cock. The thick ring of muscle of his knot pressed tingly to your already stuffed hole whenever the head of his cock bashed against your cervix.

As you wrapped yourself around him, Jason buried his face into your neck. He covered his teeth with his lips so he could bite down on the spot that would bind you to him forever without actually leaving his mark. But it resulted in the same outcome: your body jerked forward and forced his growing knot inside of you.

“Fuck princess.” He growled against your heated skin. “Gonna make me cum already like some fucking teenager.” Your nails dug into his muscular back as your orgasm grew and grew, spurred on by the way the tick patch of hair at the base of his pelvis hit your clit with every thrust.

“‘M close.” You gasped between desperate moans. Jason groaned into your ear as his muscles tightened with his own end.

“Go on, cum for me. Cum for your alpha and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Yes yes yes!” You clamped down onto him as ecstasy washed over you in a huge wave of pleasure. Your vision whited out but he continued to thrust, needing his release.

“Fuuuuuck!” Ripping himself away from you, he pulled out of your warmth just in time to spill his hot cum onto your plush belly. “Holy shit.” 

The massive man slumped into your arms, all the energy suddenly leaving his body. You just chuckled and ran your fingers through his dark hair. “I thought you were gonna make me your twinkie.” You joked, laying a kiss to his head.

He chuckled into your throat, giving you a playful nip. “Couldn’t remember if you took your birth control this morning. Didn’t want to risk it.” Gently cupping his cheek, you guided him up to meet your eyes.

“Jay,” You cooed while debating on bringing up the subject but then quickly decided against it, “Will you at least finish making me breakfast? I’m absolutely starving.” He kissed your cheek. 

“Stay right there princess, I’ll take care of you.” 

The world used to be black and white to the feared vigilante but with you, it was a world full of colours and he wanted to share it with you.

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a collection of all of my fic, mostly ft. Din Djarin and Joel Miller

Key: 🏴 = dark, 💕 = fluff, ⛓ = bdsm, 💀 = dead dove do not eat

18+ ONLY, minors DNI. All fics on this list are explicit and f!reader unless otherwise stated.

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last updated: 4/6/2024

Din Djarin

Series

⛓💕 well it's love, make it hurt

(Complete, dom!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: After The Mandalorian begrudgingly teamed up with you for a big-ticket bounty, you find you work surprisingly well together, and you propose a short-term partnership. Weeks become months, and your hunting partnership becomes muddled as you explore a new dynamic onboard the Razor Crest.

🏴 live to rise

(complete; gladiator!Din Djarin x f!reader)

summary: The Last of the Mandalorians have fallen; their Mand'alor captured. Stripped of his armor, his weapons, his people. Din rises to fight another day, grasping onto the hope that his son still lives.

No fighter has won their freedom from the Empire's arena before. With the help of a servant girl, can he hope to break free?

One Shots

don't let me get carried away

summary: Mando finds the toy you use when he's gone and makes you demonstrate.

for Manda'yaim (Din Djarin x f!reader x Paz Vizsla)

summary: Now that they have reclaimed their homeworld, the Children of the Watch resurrect an ancient ritual to secure the future of their people. Reader is one of the volunteers chosen to bear the next generation of Mando'ade.

🏴💀 worry not

summary: Mand'alor Din Djarin is haunted by the Darksaber, and you suffer the consequences.

💕 mhi ba'juri verde

summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.

🏴 ori'skraan

summary: The Mand'alor needs to feed to regain his strength, so you are called upon to fulfill the most sacred of your duties.

🏴💀I'll take care of you

summary: Din takes care of you after a head injury leaves you helpless.

stuck in a lonely loop

summary: Din can't let go of the feeling that something's wrong, even if you deny it.

🏴nobody is coming to save you

summary: You get caught by a Mandalorian bounty hunter after fleeing your marriage.

Din Djarin x reader x Boba Fett

copaani gaan? (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett)

summary: Din catches you blushing after Boba Fett flirts with you. He instigates and encourages you to fuck Fett while he watches.

mhi me'dinui an and prequel (Din Djarin x f!reader x Boba Fett x Cobb Vanth)

summary: After the events of The Book of Boba Fett, you get railed by Din Djarin, Boba Fett, and Cobb Vanth.

Joel Miller

Series

🏴💀 all I did was what I had to (complete; dark!Joel x f!reader)

summary: this is a series of snapshots following dark!raider/hunter!Joel Miller and f!reader, who he saves from her abusive spouse for a slightly better situation. It's very dark and so far all the parts involve watersports, if that's your kind of thing.

you know you never stood a chance (complete; qz!Joel x f!reader)

summary: When your neighbor Joel finds out you've resorted to prostitution to make ends meet, he makes sure he's your first client, and proposes a different deal.

ain't no rest for the wicked (complete; tess x f!reader x joel)

summary: Joel would never complain about what he and Tess have. The only thing is that, sometimes, he’d like to be the one in control. Tess has a proposition: she’ll find a sub for Joel that they can both enjoy. It’s not an easy feat... until they stumble upon you in a dark alley. 

🏴💀 the art of breaking (pt. ii coming spring 2024)

summary: Your meeting is happenstance, but everything that follows? Well, that’s all Joel. He just knows you’re going to be his perfect little toy. He just has to show you how.

🏴of rage and ruin (ongoing; werewolf!alpha!Joel Miller x f!omega!reader)

summary: Joel Miller made it twelve years into the apocalypse without getting bit. He turns into a much different kind of monster than he expected, though.

One Shots

🏴💀 the devil you don't know (or however it goes)

summary: When Joel's men bring back the (adult) daughter of a rival group of hunters, he sees an opportunity. This is VERY dark.

-- the aftermath (by demand; my thoughts on the possible endings. i stand by the original though.)

💕 a home amongst the stars

summary: Joel gets home after a late patrol and finds solace in your warm body.

💕 to know that you're mine

summary: Joel Miller is a pussy eating king with a praise kink. That's it, that's the fic. sub!Joel if you squint.

remember what you're staring at is me

summary: A videotape is left on your porch one morning, and it changes everything about your budding relationship with Joel Miller.

drabbles/ficlets

🏴💀 too much

summary: you never know when to shut up.

🏴 not enough

summary: a companion to "too much;" it's rough sex and choking with Joel. that's it, that's the fic.

🏴💀no one could save me but you

summary: You're under the care of Dr. Miller at an inpatient mental health facility. He has a vested interest in your "recovery."

🏴💀seasons don't

summary: Your husband dies a hero, but it's no comfort to you.

🏴💀no loyalty in the apocalypse

summary: Your group falls victim to Joel Miller's hunters.

🏴💀better run

summary: You should have never tried to run from Joel.

💕 let's all go to the lobby

summary: a date night with joel miller

💕 could be

summary: jackson is not your home. joel miller is not your boyfriend. but they could be.

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Okay! Here we are with the ace alpha Din story I’ve been teasing the past couple weeks! Honestly I’m super happy with how this turned out. Could I talk more about this universe and the gender assumptions and norms? Yes. Could I talk more about the experience of being ace in this universe? Yes. But this also covers everything I wanted to cover here.

Maybe I’ll write more. Who knows...

Warnings: Talk of sex, feelings of inadequacy, feelings of confusion, brief derogatory language, non-explicit violence, A/B/O dynamics. 

Word Count: 5k

Ace alpha Din x ace omega f!reader

You'd been with the Mandalorian and the child for weeks. Since he'd stepped in and saved you. 

You'd always thought those stories of alphas protecting people were just bedtime stories. You certainly had never expected to be proven wrong so thoroughly and repeatedly. 

After that first incident, you had apparently somehow become one of two people Mando protected. The other was the child, precious and precocious and adorable. 

And it was good. Better than good, really. You got to see more of the galaxy than you ever would have on your own. You helped take care of the child, and Mando when he needed it. (Which was often. He didn't always remember to feed himself, and you were ruthless about shoving food at him and leaving before he could do anything like hand it back.) You never felt like you were in danger, and for all that your life was constantly on the go now, you also had more of a sense of belonging than you had in years. 

Sure, you didn't need an alpha… but it was nice to have one around, anyway. 

Speaking of the alpha… 

He dropped lightly to the floor of the hold, child cradled in one arm, armor gleaming and in place as usual. 

"I'll be back tomorrow," he promised you, handing over the child. "Be good." 

You weren't sure if that last was aimed at the child… or at you. So you just smiled. "Good hunting." 

He nodded once before he turned and left, apparently already supplied and ready to go. He did grab the pulse rifle before he left, though. You'd noticed he hardly ever left it behind. 

Then the ship closed up behind him and you looked down at the child, wrinkling your nose playfully. "Well, kiddo, what shall we do for now?" 

You had been raised with the standard omega being a house parent. Omegas on your home planet didn't really hold jobs, more focused on family and home. But you'd never been interested in that. You'd been far too curious, too interested in exploring the galaxy and seeing what all there was to see. 

Despite that, you'd settled into the role of caretaker for the little one pretty easily. He was easy to entertain, most of the time, and easy to feed. 

You'd just given him his dinner and sat next to him, absently frowning at the rear hatch. Mando's scent lingered on the ship and the child, but not on you. He only rarely scented you, and you had to wonder about it. 

You were pretty sure he liked you. At least well enough to let you stay, and he trusted you with the kid. But he didn't scent you, didn't offer that you could scent him, didn't really do much of anything you associated with alpha behavior, except offer his silent protection whenever you went out. 

But the lack of action on his part sometimes made you wonder how he actually viewed you. 

Which brought its own set of problems.

Making a face at yourself, you reminded yourself to be grateful he wasn’t asking for more. Next to you, the child burped, interrupting your train of thought. 

The child finally fell asleep for the night in his floating pram, leaving you to sit in the hold in the almost oppressive silence. 

What were you doing, really? 

Groaning softly, you rubbed your forehead, feeling a stress headache coming on. Standing and stretching, you absently checked your nest. It wasn't much of a nest, not really, but you'd brought a few pillows and a few blankets to make your hammock more comfortable, the familiar scent of home and omega soothing to you. 

(And if you wanted a bit of alpha scent in there… well, that was just instincts, since you were traveling with him. Besides, you couldn't just ask him to scent one of your pillows, that was–no. Just no.)

You woke to the hiss of the carbonite unit, blinking blearily at the ceiling above you. Right. Mando must have gotten back. You yawned, debating trying to go back to sleep. 

There was a clang as the slab of carbonite slotted into place, and then footsteps. He was probably going to check on the kid then head up to the cockpit. 

But the footsteps stopped outside your nest, the scent of alpha growing stronger. There was something else in there too, a sort of sharpness to his scent that was definitely new. You blinked a couple times again to clear your vision before swinging your legs out of the hammock. 

"Mando?" You bit your lip, looking him over as much as you could. 

He was still fully clad, armor unscathed and only a little muddy, visor trained on you. He was breathing harder than he should be, holding himself almost completely still, but for the twitching of his fingers at his sides. Your gaze caught on a tear in his flight suit over his bicep, revealing a glimpse of skin and a trickle of blood. 

"Mando?" You asked again, a little alarmed now. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" You slid out of your hammock, shivering briefly when your bare feet touched the cold metal. 

He still didn't say anything, but he did move. He stepped in closer to you, very much into your personal space, yanking his gloves off with impatient motions. Both hands settled at your waist for a moment, and you could feel the tremble in his fingers. But, when you didn't object to the touch, he ran his hands up your sides to your shoulders. 

He was checking you for injuries, you realized, heart squeezing in your chest. Making sure you were unharmed. Why, you had no idea, but he was. 

"I'm okay," you murmured, low and soothing. "I'm not hurt. I'm fine." 

His shoulders relaxed a little, easing down, and he nodded once. 

And then he pulled you close, squished up against his armor, one big hand rubbing up and down your back. His hand paused at the nape of your neck and he growled, alpha-low and frustrated, before rubbing his wrist against your back. 

Very confused, but also okay with this so far, you just relaxed into his hold. "Mando?" You tried again. 

He huffed, the sound odd through the modulator, and lifted his hand to swipe his wrist over the top of your head. "Din." 

"Hmm?" You blinked at him, breathing deeply as the protect-safe-ally scent sank into your skin. It was far too pleasing. 

"Din." He dropped his head to your shoulder, cool metal just brushing your ear. This close, you could hear him breathing, long, deep inhales and slow, shuddering exhales. 

"Din?" 

He groaned softly, free hand clutching you closer and rubbing more of his scent onto your clothes. 

Oh. Oh. His name. His name was Din. Your lips parted in surprise, something warm blooming in your chest. 

"Din," you repeated, and got another soft groan in response. "Are you hurt?"

He grumbled something vaguely in the negative before he moved, picking you up and ignoring your startled yelp as he moved the two of you to a corner. He sat, arranging you in his lap so you were curled against him, as comfortable as you could be with beskar under your ass. His arms stayed around your waist, holding you there and keeping you warm. 

This was… new. Honestly, you weren't entirely sure you were awake, this was so far from the norm of his past behavior. He had always been very hands off. Didn't touch you without permission, and barely ever did touch you. He wasn't ever that verbose, but this level of nonverbal was new. A gentle rumble started in his chest, a soothing sound meant to reassure pack. 

Add that to the list of new things from him. 

Almost against your will, you relaxed into him. You trusted him not to hurt you, and he hadn't made any moves on you. In fact, he didn't seem to be interested in anything beyond cuddling, which was amazing and perfect and soothed a part of you that had been fretting about what if he wanted more. And, despite whatever had caused this, the cuddling was… nice. 

Not thinking too hard about it, you lifted one hand to rub your wrist against his cowl, scenting him in return. The rumbling increased in volume. 

A coo caught both of your attention, and you both looked at the child waddling towards you. Big green ears twitched and he lifted one hand in a clear request. 

Din huffed but lifted the kid, scooping him up and into your lap before securing his arm around the two of you. The kid nestled in against your front, keeping you thoroughly warm. 

Between the kid's soft snores as he quickly fell back asleep and the soothing rumble from Din, you drifted off again. 

You woke in your hammock, the child a warm weight sprawled over your chest. You blinked slowly, reluctant to wake all the way, and wiggled a bit to get comfortable. 

And then choked when your wiggling caused something to fall over your face. Dark cloth. Saturated in alpha scent. 

Din's cloak. 

That woke you up real fast, and you clutched the child to you as you sat up and slid out of the hammock. But the alpha was nowhere to be seen. 

You drew in a deep breath, sniffing yourself. Yup. He had very definitely scented you and the kid both. 

So that really had happened. 

But… what had caused it? Something must have. 

Confused and a little wary, you left the cloak on your hammock and made your way up to the cockpit. 

"Din?" 

He startled, shoulders tensing as he turned to face you. His pauldrons were gone, as well as the thigh plates. Something about it felt almost illicit, even though he wasn't actually showing any skin and you two had been cuddled up just hours ago. 

"Are you okay?" You stepped cautiously closer, sinking down into your normal seat, one hand absently smoothing across the child's back. 

He was very still for a few long moments before he nodded once, slowly. "I… apologize for my actions earlier," he murmured, low and… embarrassed? 

"You don't have to apologize to me," you said, slow and careful, testing his mood. "You didn't do anything I was uncomfortable with." 

Hands landing on his thighs, he shook his head slowly. "I was not entirely in control of myself." 

You blinked once, not trying too hard to hide your surprise. Everyone had heard of concoctions that could trigger heats, or ruts, or amplify instincts, or suppress them entirely. But you were surprised Din had been hit with something. "You were fine. You didn't do anything bad." 

Din was quiet, still tense, holding himself very still. "If you wished to leave–"

"No!" You shook your head, something akin to panic rising at the thought of leaving him, of leaving these two. "No, Din. Definitely not." 

His shoulders lowered, just a little, fingers relaxing against his thighs. "Okay." He was quiet for a few moments longer. "We're heading to drop off the bounties and collect more pucks." 

"Okay." You leaned back in your seat, relaxing a little now that the worst of this seemed to be over. "You want some caf?"

Din nodded once, turning his chair back to the controls. And that was that. You hauled the child with you as you went to make caf for yourself and Din. 

Hopefully he felt better after actually talking to you. 

But you had no way of knowing, not really. He kept himself hidden behind his armor, kept quiet, and didn't reach out again. He accepted food gracefully from you, but didn't push. 

He didn't scent you again, either. And a part of you was deeply disappointed at that. 

But you continued on, doing what you could to take care of him and the child both. Life had fallen into a sort of comfortable rhythm with them, honestly. 

And if you quietly watched Din and longed for his scent, for the opportunity to cuddle up to the fearsome warrior… well, you kept it to yourself. 

He clearly wasn't interested in you. 

Which wasn't an entirely bad thing, you reminded yourself on the next planet. You stuck close to Din after the first alpha had leered at you and started towards you, a familiar (and still horrifying) lust in their gaze. 

Din had stepped between you and the threat without a word, hand on his blaster. The other alpha had backed off. 

Din didn't say a word, just motioned you to keep close. And you did. Even if he wasn't interested in you, you trusted that he would protect you. 

That was enough. That would be enough. 

The child looked between you and Din and murmured a soft concern. You rubbed a hand over his back. 

"It's okay, kiddo," you whispered back for those big ears only. "Your dad is very good at keeping us safe." 

Din didn't stumble or even look your way, but his chest did puff out, just a bit. 

The cantina Din led you to was like so many others across the galaxy: dimly lit, warm, and with a potent mixture of scents. You wrinkled your nose, and the child in your arms sneezed. Twice. 

Din sidled up to the barkeep, and you more or less ignored his routine. You knew he was looking for information, you didn't need to listen in. 

Instead you surveyed the locals. Many of them were looking at you and Din, which honestly wasn't that uncommon. Din drew a lot of attention wherever he went - something about being the shiniest man in any given room. 

But one of them actually approached, an older man with a nasty scar bisecting the right side of his face. "Hey," he said sharply, frowning thunderously. "Their kind aren't allowed in here." He jerked a hand at you. 

Your heart lurched and then sank hard. Omegas. He meant omegas. 

Din turned to look at the man, slowly, assessing the situation. "She's with me." 

"No omegas allowed," the other alpha snapped, not giving an inch. "Make her leave, or we will." 

You swallowed hard, holding the child a little tighter as the tension in the room ratcheted higher. 

Din was silent and still but for his helmet shifting just slightly. Taking count, at a guess. Debating his moves. 

So you decided for him. "I'll be out front," you murmured to him. You took one step before leather-encased fingers closed around your wrist, gentle but immovable. 

"You can wait here," Din murmured. "As soon as I get the information I need, we'll go." 

"It's fine," you whispered, gaze darting from him to the locals, tension pulling your shoulders tight. 

The barkeep interrupted before anything else could happen. "Guy you're lookin' for lives way out," he said, polishing a glass as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. "You'll find him south of here." 

Din inclined his head to the barkeep and then stepped in between you and the rest of the room. He didn't release your wrist. Just gently guided you out, keeping himself between you and danger. 

"Are you alright?" He asked quietly once the two of you were walking away from the cantina. 

"I'm fine," you assured him. "Not hurt or anything, I promise. Just… startled." 

Din nodded once. But he still didn't release you yet, instead making sure you were with him as he walked. You didn't actually object, content to let him lead. 

You didn't really like this planet anymore. 

"Do you want to go back to the ship?" 

You startled at the question, just a little, before you shook your head. "No. I mean, you said you don't really expect this one to be violent, right? I'd rather stay with you." 

Din drew in a deep breath, just loud enough that you could hear it. And then he nodded once, swift and businesslike. "Okay," he rasped. 

The two of you traveled in silence after that but for the child cooing or burbling. And Din didn't release you. 

You tried very hard not to dwell on how nice it felt, how warm his hand was even through the leather, how easily he kept hold of your wrist. How much it made you feel wanted. 

Din finally released you as you two left the town behind. But he didn't move away from you, the closeness appeasing something tight in your chest and letting you breathe easier. 

Finally, Din paused. You could see a lone building up ahead, worn down and sagging. 

"Wait here," Din murmured. "I don't expect a fight but I know you'll be safe here." 

"Okay." You huffed but settled the kid more firmly against yourself. "We'll be here." 

Din stood for a moment longer, visor trained on you, before he nodded, short and sharp. And then he turned and was gone, stalking towards the building. 

You sighed and looked down at the kid, who had a handful of your top on hand. "Your dad, I swear," you muttered. "Alright. We might as well get comfy." You sat and settled the kid on your lap. 

It wasn't hard to keep the kid entertained with quiet games, and it helped distract you from the waiting too, which was good. 

Although, as it turned out, you didn't have to wait long after all. 

Din returned with the bounty in binders and nodded once to you. You stood and followed him, kid once again held against your front. 

The bounty took one look at you, sniffed the air, and grinned, showing off yellowed, sharp teeth. "Well, Mando, bet I know what you keep this one around for," he hissed, the insinuation clear in his tone. 

You went hot, outraged and embarrassed and flustered. But you never had a chance to say a word. Because Din's fist shot out and caught the bounty hard in the head, dropping him like a stone. 

"Let's go," Din grunted, hauling the bounty across his back and shoulders. You swallowed at the sight, at the very obvious show of strength, and followed him back to the ship. 

It didn't take him any time to get the bounty in carbonite, and then he was up the ladder and doing his pre-flight routine. You followed him up, sitting in your normal seat. You liked to watch him work, liked the casual competence with which he handled his ship. 

But it didn't ignite any kind of sparks in your belly. You'd heard (and read) so many accounts where omegas got hot under the collar from various things, usually describing how warm they felt, or how certain parts of them reacted. 

And you just… didn't. You never had. Most of the time, you kind of thought you were broken. Even during heat, you didn't want a sexual partner, just someone to be with you and take care of you. 

Sounded to you a lot like you were broken, or something. 

And you never intended for Din to find out, because he'd probably leave you if he did. (He wouldn't even be the first, and you couldn't blame any of your previous partners, alpha or otherwise, because how could they be expected to stay when you didn't even experience heat like a normal omega–) 

"We've got a few days until we get to the next stop," Din told you without turning around, piloting the ship easily up and through atmo, back into open space. 

"Okay." You waited until he'd made the jump to hyperspace before you stood and stretched, putting the kid down in his lap. Din just grunted and moved one hand to help support the kid, and to keep him away from the controls. "I'm gonna take the 'fresher for a bit." 

Din nodded, and you headed down into the hold to grab fresh clothes and then lock yourself in the 'fresher. 

You didn't even notice all was not well for another standard day. The first hint was the heat, leaving you uncomfortable even in the cool hold, until you had kicked off your blankets. Then you sat up and looked around, instincts itching, chewing on your lip. You needed… something. 

Sliding out of your hammock, you shoved a couple crates around to make sure more enclosed space for yourself, and then pulled your blankets over. It wasn't until you were half way through constructing a basic nest that you realized what was happening. 

You were going into heat. 

Your eyes closed for a moment, shoulders tensing. Oh this was bad. You were still at least a standard day away from the next stop, and by then you'd be well in heat. 

And of course you didn't have the meds to delay this heat. (Not that you liked doing that - it always made the next one more intense.) 

Fuck. Oh fuck. 

The sound of a hatch opening made you startle, and you turned to see Din emerging from his sleeping cubby. He was dressed down, armor stored for now, but helmet firmly in place as always. He looked good, still rumpled from sleep, and you honestly wanted nothing more than to curl up in the safety of his arms and sleep. 

A soft call of your name brought you back to attention from your mental wanderings. "Are you okay?" He stepped closer slowly, hands loose at his sides. Trying his best to be non-threatening. 

Not that he could ever really threaten you. You doubted you would ever find him scary. 

"I'm…" you paused, hands trembling, unable to look at him. "I'm going into heat."

The statement sat between the two of you, heavy and dead. You swallowed hard, shifting your weight. When he still hadn't responded after a few moments, you hurried to continue. 

"I don't expect anything, of course. I mean, I know you're busy, you've got a lot of things you have to do, but maybe you can just… drop me somewhere for a few days? I don't want to–to–make you uncomfortable." 

Din shook his head slowly, taking another step closer. "No," he murmured. "You won't. But I can't… I can't give you what you need." He shifted his weight, shoulders curled in, hands twitching at his side. 

Your heart cracked, pain an immediate and undeniable reaction to the admittedly gentle let down. You sucked in a sharp breath, looking away. 

But. Wait. Rational thought partially returned. He could cuddle you. He had before. Sure, it had kind of been under the influence, but he was clearly capable of it. You wouldn't even ask him to remove any clothing or anything, you could work with clothed cuddles. 

"Din," you started slowly, lifting your gaze again, "what do you think I need?" 

He shifted again, shoulders curling in, about as sheepish as ever you'd seen him. "Well, you're in heat, you need…" he trailed off, making an aborted hand gesture. 

"Din." You licked your lips, hope curling delicate and tentative in your chest. "I don't want sex." 

He stopped, holding so still you wondered if he was even breathing. "You… don't?"

"No. I'm, uh." You swallowed, nerves fluttering in your stomach along with the hope, making your fingers tingle and your heart pound. "I never want sex. I'm not… I've never been interested. I think I'm broken." 

Your heart raced with mingled relief and dread. You'd never admitted it aloud, that you felt broken. 

"You're not broken." Din stepped closer to you, hands reaching out to cup your elbows. "Don't say that." 

You nodded, a little helplessly, swaying in closer to him. He just smelled so good and warm and safe. 

"I can't give you sex," Din murmured. "But anything else is fine." 

"Stay," you pleaded, unplanned but honest. "Please. I want you to." 

Silence held for several moments before Din nodded. "One moment," he murmured, releasing you and stepping back. You really couldn't help the little whine at the loss of contact, and he twitched. "I'll be right back." 

You nodded, teeth clamped together, and Din slipped away, back to his bunk. But he came right back, as promised, with a blanket. He held it out, a little awkward but still sweet. 

"Thank you." You took the blanket, resisting the urge to bury your nose in it, and instead added it to your nest. Satisfied, you nodded once. 

"Do you have supplies?" Din asked, still standing a respectful distance from your nest. 

"Not yet," you admitted, a little shame-faced. "I was still… figuring out. Uh. What I was going to do." 

Din nodded, shoulders more relaxed now. "I'll be right back." 

You nodded and sat in your nest, starting to get comfortable. The warmth under your skin was more bearable now that you had alpha-scent on your nest, and you sprawled out to wait. 

Gentle nudging woke you, and you blinked a few times, momentarily disoriented. Din stood over you, still outside your nest. A small pile of supplies sat next to the nest, and you blinked. 

"You awake?" He asked quietly. 

You grunted noncommittally, not entirely sure yourself. 

"You need anything else?" 

You huffed and forced yourself to sit up, looking over the supplies. Food and water, chem cold and hot packs, and another cloak. Also, the kid was awake and cooing at you, ears wiggling. 

"Gimme." You held your hands out for the kid impatiently. 

There was a soft huff of laughter before Din handed him over, and you cuddled the kid into your chest. 

"Anything else?" Din asked again, crouched outside the nest. 

"Get in here." You wiggled around a bit to make room for him. 

Slowly, a little hesitantly, he moved into your nest. And then settled down, laying stiff as a board next to you. 

You hesitated, child still held to your chest, the burning in your veins settling down to a simmer with the skin contact. "If you don't want to be here–" 

You yipped as Din cut you off, striking fast and bringing you down next to him. One hand cushioned the back of your head, his other gripping your hip to tug you into his warmth. 

You melted into the contact, nestling the kid safely between the two of you and tucking your head down against Din's chest. He hummed softly, and your eyes slipped closed. Stars, this was nearly perfect. You considered for a moment before you briefly moved the child, tucking him against his dad before you wiggled out of your top. Left in your chest binding, you cuddled back in against the two of them and sighed happily. 

This was perfect. 

None of you moved unless the kid had to use the 'fresher, since Din brought enough food for you both. 

And then the navcomp beeped, and Din swore softly. "I have to get that," he murmured regretfully, slowly extricating himself. 

You pouted. But settled into your nest with the kid tucked under your chin, reaching one hand out to rub your scent into his neck. His breath caught and he went stock still. You blinked slowly at him, languid and pleased. The navcomp beeped again, louder this time, and he was gone. 

You grumbled under your breath, annoyed that he'd left. Even if you understood rationally that he needed to. But you didn't want him to go, you wanted him to stay here where he was safe and warm and content–

The child whined a little and patted your cheeks, ears back. 

"It's okay," you soothed automatically, rubbing one hand over his back, and then your wrist to smother him more in your scent. He calmed again, though he didn't settle entirely. He kept looking over his shoulder towards the ladder. 

Din hit the floor with a thud, walking swiftly back to the two of you and getting back in the nest. "Easy, omega," he murmured, low and soothing and raspy. "We're fine, you're okay." 

You huffed and grabbed his arm, pulling him in closer. After a bit of creative rearranging (and one slightly pained groan when you accidentally elbowed him) you set the child on the pillow next to Din, and then flopped across the top of him. Din huffed out a breath but slung his arms around you, settling down to cuddle. 

You hummed happily and tucked your head down under the helmet. Closing your eyes, you nosed closer until your cheek was pressed to his shoulder, your nose tucked against the bare skin of his throat. He made a little choking noise but didn't move you, so you stayed right there. His heartbeat slowly settled down and relaxed back into sleep, his arms lax around your waist, his breathing deep and steady. The child snored softly from his spot next to Din. 

Warm and content, you smiled, but didn't move. You were perfectly happy here. Your heat was less intense than usual, less of the cramping and aching that you usually associated with these few days. You didn't feel like you were burning from the inside out, either. 

But you also still felt no desire for more than this. Well. Okay. That was a slight lie - you would love more skin contact. That was even better for heat cuddles. But this closeness, being surrounded with his scent and with him shoving food and water at you, was more than enough to satisfy you. 

Actually, the thought of having sex right now made you wrinkle your nose. Apparently some distress must have leaked into your scent, because Din woke up and rumbled at you, rubbing his hand up and down your back until you relaxed again. Then he huffed and tipped his head to press the helmet briefly to the top of your head. And promptly went back to sleep. 

Yeah. This was pretty much perfect right here. You absolutely, selfishly hoped that you had a chance to spend many more heats just like this. 

Later, you'd find out he set the ship to orbit until you were all ready to go. Later, you'd learn that he squirreled away one of the blankets from your nest to keep for himself. Later, there would be shy admissions and careful talks about what you both wanted and didn't want. Later, there would be an actual offer. 

But that night, you slept soundly, pressed against your little family, and felt nothing more than warmth.

#Silent Voice #ace alpha din #f!reader #ace omega f!reader

[chaoticgeminate]

If My Heart Was a House

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 14.5k

Content/Warnings: Mutual Pining, Allies to Lovers, A/B/O dynamics (rut and heat cycles, nesting, knotting, pheromones), jerking off in the shower, brothels, beating up Imperials, Unprotected PiV, Oral (f!Receiving), spit as lube

Notes: Omega!Din and Alpha!Reader, they traveled together pre-Grogu, dynamics are a little different here since I sort of used bird behaviors for Alphas (showy and prefer bright colored clothes). Set between season one and two, asks are open for them if you're ever curious about more. Yes the title is the Owl City song.

“Roast nuna, one credit for five!”

“New durasilk shawls and scarves, treat yourself to core world fashion finery!”

“Please come, look at the fine jewelry made from only the rarest stones.”

Vendors shouting over one another for the attention of the crowd, the sharp roasting scents of meats and vegetables mingling with the tables of spices and heavily perfumed incense made for a chaotic dance through the crowd. Mando and the pollywog were on a hunt for a bail jumper, the armored warrior had tasked you to restock on rations and essentials, leaving you to all of this. Not that you minded much. The explosion of sensation from the sounds, the scents, the feeling of the sun on your skin was a welcome reprieve from the quiet of hyperspace.

Already the ration packs were being delivered to the hauler you’d rented, leaving you to find the cosmetic requirements like soap and towels, opting for low expense and bulk purchases over something indulgent. The number of times towels had been ruined by Mando bleeding all over them, washed as best as they could and then being turned into cleaning rags, it was easier to just buy the cheaper ones.

“A practical traveler.” You looked up at the shopkeeper as she folded some sort of flowy material, it was pearlescent in the light of the sun and stacked on the wall behind her with the rest, and she motioned to the packs of vacuum sealed towels you were holding under one arm.

“Unfortunately, these get turned into cleaning rags far too quickly to risk splurging on something better.” The Omega laughed softly, the musical quality of her voice combined with the warm scent of her pheromones made the hair on your arms and down your back stand up, your mind buzzing pleasantly. As you handed over two packs of towels, a bulk pack of soap sheets, and a hair moisturizer pack it was hard not to look at the bottles of oil for shaving and facial hair care.

Not only were they right there but the sleek bottles were an eye-catching shade of teal.

You knew Mando had facial hair, he’d told you that much when you asked why he had a straight razor, but you also knew that he didn’t use any lather to shave -there was none to be found in the fresher- and that he’d complained about it getting caught in the helmet lining if he went too long without shaving. You snagged a bottle each since the instructions said not to use more than a drop or two, and the Omega’s brows rose before she hummed.

“Part of a traveling flock then?”

“No, uh, ‘m not part of any of that. I don’t like those sorts. This is for a bounty hunter I know.”

In recent years -a few decades now- there’d been groups of Alphas that began flying around the galaxy together, being dubbed flocks with how often they flew, going around trying to bully Omega into a mating bond and even causing trouble in local cantinas doing so. It wasn’t like that sort of thing was unusual for an Alpha to do, your designation had a tendency to be showy bastards and bossy as hell, but you hated being lumped in with all of it.

The flocks weren’t even gender specific, plenty of Alpha women and non-binary Alphas were in these groups being just as brazen and pushy as the males, and while it was true that there were Omega out there who liked partners like that… none of that was you.

“You might want to consider something colorful then, walking around with your head low has eyes on you, people think you’re an Omega.” The advice made you look up and look around the market slowly, making sure it looked like you were just perusing the stalls, and you realized that she was right. Several others were watching you from afar, all of them donning some vibrant article of clothing like a tunic or a jacket.

It was instinctual, the desire to be noticed, something you struggled with because in your line of work -bounty hunting and protecting the baby- that was the exact opposite of helpful. You’d managed a compromise in the beginning with a woven string bracelet that had vivid teal strands mixed in the soft tan linen, made by Winta on Sorgan, but it’d been destroyed a few planets back.

All you could really do was sigh, motioning to the sheets of durasilk she had on the shelf behind her, and the Omega studied you before choosing the one that was a vibrant red shade after holding a few different colors up and comparing them. The material was smooth and soft, light but also durable, with the very faint embroidering of lines that made you think of sand dunes.

After folding the long length of material into a triangle you simply wrapped the ends around your neck and tucked them under the front so that it was draped almost like a loose bandana. A tight knot would give an opponent something to grab on to, to restrain you with, so you kept the ends loose.

Once the rest of your purchases were sent off to your hauler, the small floating cargo speeder being watched over by the owner, you decided that you were done and followed it back to the Crest. You took a pitstop top grab some fresh food, before you had to live off rations again, and made sure to grab more than enough for all three of you,

 The eyes that had been on you disappeared, adjusting your body language to present as more confident and aggressive than usual to be safe; Mando was sitting inside the ship when you got there, the ramp was open and he was cleaning one of his many blasters. The sand had gotten into it, you could see the coarse grains being swept away by the light breeze from speeders and haulers moving throughout the shipyard.

“Finished already? I wouldn’t have lingered in the market so long if I’d known, sorry.”

After paying the second half of the holding fee for the hauler you began unloading the boxes, seeing the door to the cot was closed -and likely where the baby was being hidden- you made quick work of dismissing the droid and the Beta in charge of the service. One quick inventory list slapped onto the crates, setting the soap sheets and hair oils into the fresher cabinet, you then went to get the baby so you could give him the roasted nuna you’d bought for him.

His eyes were wide open when you opened the door, your body blocking his form from view, and the excited grab for the roasted meat when you pulled it out of the insulted bag made you smile fondly. For such a curious, trouble-making, little pollywog he was damn adorable and his ears twitched as he tried to shove a whole one into his mouth.

“Small bites, don’t shovel it all in, come on now.”

Sure he’d eaten whole birds and whole mudjumpers before, with no consequences, but teaching him manners was something you were trying to work on. Soup was something he had down, he could sip bowls of soup easily, but whole meals? Rations? It was a work in progress. The ramp began closing and Mando’s steps across the hull were your warning that he planned to take off, your free hand going to the bag on your shoulder.

“I got you something too, Mando, I’ll feed the baby down here so you can eat up in the cockpit. I think one fresh meal after weeks of soup and rations will be good for you.”

You held out the takeaway container in his general direction, if you even looked away from the pollywog he’d scarf the rest of his food down, and you felt the weight of it leave your hand before there was a light touch at the red fabric around your neck. Now you did turn your head, seeing Mando’s helmet tilted as he took you in, and you realized he was probably confused by the sudden vibrancy in your wardrobe.

“There were Alphas watching me at the market, they thought I was an Omega, so I figured this would keep them off my back. Should have expected it, since it’s happened a few times now.” You shrugged off your discomfort at being so bad of an Alpha that you could be confused for an Omega in a crowd, the idea that all Alphas were showy and aggressive wasn’t wrong but it wasn’t difficult to suppress the more aggressive aspects of your designation, which made you think it had to be just you.

Mando’s reply was interrupted when the baby took an accidental bite out of your hand, the sharp sting making you yelp as the pollywog took advantage of your relaxed grip on the food to devour it in one gulp as you inspected the imprint of little teeth in your skin.

“Little bugger, that was mean, you need to be more polite.” The baby looked up at you like you were in the wrong, and of course he would think that since you were slowing down dinner time by insisting he take small bites. Mando seemed to choose retreat since you heard him ascending the ladder to the cockpit, reminding you -yet again- that you were kind of a shitty Alpha traveling with someone who had to be the most prime Omega specimen in the galaxy.

The Crest began take-off so you seated the baby in his pod, to prevent him from flying all over the hull, and settled into your hammock as you waited for the ship to exit atmosphere and enter hyperspace. Eating now while you were still dealing with the slight turbulence of exiting a planet’s gravity was a recipe for disaster.

He had to get it together.

Din scrubbed his hands down his face in the fresher, you’d already showered so the faint musk of your pheromones was7 still present in the air, and it was making his body react very enthusiastically to the unintentional dosing of scent. He had been completely thrown when you’d returned, glancing up only to immediately lower his gaze at the addition to your wardrobe, the vivid red was so eye catching and it looked good on you.

Every instinct to rip his helmet off and scent you had been very thoroughly tamped down as he gathered himself, up until you began feeding the kid; the care you displayed for the baby was like a shot right to his designation’s very nature. When you’d begun feeding the kid it practically purred Alpha cares in his ear, making his heart speed up, and then when you’d so calmly shoved food in his direction too?

Alpha provides had practically echoed in his head on repeat.

As an Omega he was very used to the usual flaunting and preening and prancing that Alphas were known for, independent clients were quick to try and play to his instincts for any sort of discount they could try and get from him. You’d never outright thrown your designation in his face, challenged him when he gave you orders, or even remotely tried to use any sort of pheromone manipulation tactics on him.

Respect was something that always made him take notice and the respect you showed him, by treating him like he was just a person instead of just a potential mate, had created this horribly confusing infatuation that Din had no idea how to handle. He wanted to drag you onto his uncomfortable sheet of barely-there padding so you could cover him in your scent, so he could shut the door to the cot and blacken the space and you could sink those teeth of yours right into his scent gland.

He inhaled heavily to catch the traces of your scent in the thick steam and wrapped his hand around his cock, he was hard and leaking at the very idea of your teeth breaking through his skin as you leaked with his spend. Din couldn’t help but create this fantasy of you taking care of him during his heat, riding him until you were sore and needing his mouth to soothe the ache between your thighs as you used your hand and mouth to soothe the insatiable need to fuck right out of him.

Just the thought of squeezing your plush hips, of your bare skin against his, as his knot locked the two of you in place made him spill all over the wall.

He stared at the ribbons of his seed being washed away by the splash of the water, remorseful that it was dripping down the fresher stall and not your thighs, but Din wasn’t sure how to go about asking. He could just go out there and tell you that he wanted you to scent him, that he wanted you to claim him, but he’d seen the way you always shied away from attention.

Other Omega noticed your calmer, subdued, nature despite being an Alpha and flocked whenever you strut through a town at his side; not-so-subtly trying to entice you to join them for some fun. Offers you never seemed interested in taking up, not that there was an issue with that, and he sighed as he turned the water off to get dry. He knew you weren’t against sex, that you weren’t disgusted or put off by it, you’d confessed to having lovers in the past when your rut would hit.

As he slipped on a new pair of underclothes Din paused at the sight of the very vivid bottles in the cabinet, inspecting the labels and swallowing thickly as a new wave of affection ripped through him. The scent was subtle, not heavily perfumed, which was always an issue with products like this because of the helmet trapping scent or the lining holding the smells; and he set his razor down on the sink and decided to use your gift.

The shave cream created a smoother glide and even his skin felt better, softer, once he rinsed everything off. The oil for the hair he kept wasn’t going to act instantly of course but he wondered if it would soften the patchy beard he kept, the idea that you’d bought this to feel his face rub against yours sent pleasant chills down his spine as Din put everything away and dried his hair before he slipped his helmet back on.

He left his dirty flight suit in the sonic scrubber and as he stepped out to clean his armor he felt his throat catch, you were sleeping in your hammock but had to have shifted around because your undershirt had ridden up and your blanket was half hanging on the floor. One bare leg was thrown over the edge of the fabric and he caught a glimpse of the scant material hidden under what little blanket remained, his eyes shooting to his cot where the kid was also sleeping in his hammock.

Carefully, so he didn’t wake you, Din brought your leg back up into the hammock so you didn’t accidentally roll out; he caught your blanket before it could fall completely and draped it back over you, tugging your shirt down and running a bare hand along your cheek. You crooned and purred softly as you nuzzled into his hand, comfortable with his presence, and Din spotted the red fabric piled on top of your clothes for tomorrow.

He glanced at you, almost afraid you’d wake up, before lifting his helmet and lifting the fabric to his nose; it was so strongly covered in your scent already, enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut and return it so he could retreat to sleep before he did something else even more embarrassing.

You couldn’t be happier that you’d gotten the red shemagh as you draped the fabric over your head and the bottom of your face, the durasilk helping to protect your skin from the heat of the twin suns, and your tech goggles helped obscure the rest of you while giving you a few advanced HUD options to ensure you didn’t lose visual clarity. Mando was on another hunt, he’d taken the baby with him again, while you were off to catch the other quarry in the opposite direction.

Having two quarry on the same planet wasn’t unusual and it was easier to split up like this, though you’d noticed Mando had been a little reluctant to do so today, you chalked his nerves up to the fact that your prey was an Imperial. He knew your history with the Imps, that your little hometown had been victim to raids for years before they decided to wipe it off the galactic maps, that you’d been the one to lead the children away from the destruction and get them to safety while all your parents had died in the assault.

Omega were protective of those they cared for, that was a well known fact, so having any proof of him caring for you even if it was something like this made your heart skip in your chest.

Flipping through your vision options, dimming the glare of the sun and enhancing your view, it was easier to see the start of the small town far ahead in the distance and you could have breathed a sigh of relief. While you had some mild regret for not renting a speeder, seeing as it took most of the morning to walk here and you’d likely have to trek back dragging your unconscious quarry, it was better this way.

Mando’s hunt was a much further distance so he needed the Crest, and when he was done, he’d come find you at the rendezvous location or be waiting there for you. Keeping your face covered as you approached, making sure your posture was tall and commanding as you kept one hand on your blaster, the townsfolk that were out and about all peered at you before returning to what they were doing.

Omegas, all of them, you couldn’t smell a single Alpha in the area and your eyes narrowed behind your goggles since the Imp you were after was an Alpha. Either he was suppressing his scent with pheromone inhibitors or he had moved on and your intel hadn’t been enough up to date, the idea that the little creep at the outpost lied to protect the quarry also presented a possibility.

Seeing as Karga didn’t have a damn tracker for this one, just a puck to your annoyance, and then triggered your natural show-off instincts by challenging your abilities right in front of Mando it was a wonder your mood wasn’t worse.

“Well, hello stranger.” You turned and felt your face warm under your cover as the Omega sent you a flirty wink, the line of her cleavage was very prominently on display and instead of hiding from the sun she had a lot of skin open to sunburns. Instead of remarking on that, like some kind of fucking creep, you cleared your throat and tipped your head in greeting.

The surprised look on her face melted to something pleased as she reached out to play with the end of the durasilk where it draped slightly over your chest.

“You’re a sweet Alpha, I’ve never had one like that, most that come here are bossy. You looking to show a girl a good time?”

“I’m hunting, actually, has another Alpha come through recently?” Using any sort of pheromone or tone shifts against an Omega was something you hated doing but in this case you had little choice, she was too close to her heat and would definitely lose focus if you didn’t, the stern tone and the way you stood up straighter snapped her right out of that syrupy haze of pleasure seeking for now.

“Yea, we got one, he isn’t kind.”

You pulled out the puck to show her the face, earning a nod, and followed her gaze to the unassuming door behind her. You should have guessed he’d find and hole up in a brothel, probably expecting any Alphas that came after him to get distracted by the Omega pheromones within, and you slipped a few credits into the woman’s hand in thanks before reaching under your scarf to slide your respirator filter over your mouth and nose.

Omega pheromones typically elicited the same instinctual responses in Alphas, but every person -Alpha, Beta, or Omega- had their own natural scent that helped create a unique chemical cocktail for others to pick up on. The sleek mask allowed you to breathe but had a unique pheromone filter to make sure you didn’t accidentally trigger a rut, since pheromone exposure was the leading cause of off-season rut incidents.

A few people looked at you as you walked in, no doubt taking in the oversized goggles and mask obscuring your face, but the owner looked relieved and you slid the bounty puck across the table to show her the image of your quarry. With crimes off assaulting Omega, in particular one bonded to an enforcer of the Hutt Cartel, you weren’t surprised that she was willing to give him up as she led you toward the room.

Punching the door switch and walking in on the Alpha choking out the young man he’d paid for, making your blood simmer in outrage, you used a tranq shot and watched the effect kick in immediately.

“I’ll be taking him off your hands, anything he owns is yours.”

Watching the owner fuss over the young man as you dressed and restrained the Imp, tossing him over your shoulder since it’d be easier than dragging the bastard, the young man let out a whine that drew your attention.

“Thank you. I’d like- could I offer you a good time as gratitude for saving me?”

“No, it’s not necessary, you should rest instead.” He looked surprised at your refusal, you knew that you carried no trace scent to indicate you had a mate, but then he smiled and nodded in response. Leaving the brothel, and the town, was easy to a point; you did not count on the Imp having friends though.

When he didn’t see you at the rendezvous point Din kept the Crest moving toward the coordinates you’d gotten for your hunt, you would have left some indicator that you’d arrived and there wasn’t one to be seen, it would be easier anyway. There was something burning in him, a feeling that something was wrong, and the kid had been very cranky out of the blue; if there was one thing Din knew for certain it was that the baby had a connection with you that transcended distance, the crankiness was a bad sign.

As the sand dunes passed by he finally noticed what looked like shapes moving in the distance, seeing you in a full-on fist fight when he got close enough, and Din snarled as he whipped the Crest around to land. The kid shut himself into the bunk and the second the ramp was down he was firing at two of the idiots that turned their attention on him, the sound of your furious snarls as you bared your fangs at the Alpha you had pinned sent a sharp thrill down his spine but Din shoved that reaction down fast.

The quarry was bound, unconscious, and Din suspected you’d dosed him with a tranq -maybe even twice- to keep him from escaping. He could see you’d taken out at least six of them on your own with how many bodies lay bleeding out in the sand, he grabbed your arm to pull you up after saying your name but he didn’t expect your fist to swing and slam into his chest plate. The sharp impact and the crunch of bone -your hand now broken from the impact- elicited a howl of rage that made Din realize you’d been pushed into a rut. He had never actually seen you like this before, this aggressive angry thing that saw anything as a challenge, and the Alpha below you snarled before Din put a shot through his head and wrapped you in his arms as you continued to try and fight him.

“It’s me!” He tipped his head up so that his neck was bared a little more, so that his pheromones could pierce through the veil of your rage, he needed you to calm down so he could get a bacta shot into you and heal your hand. The moment the scent registered he felt you begin to calm, the growls and snarls softening, but Din knew that wasn’t going to be the end of it. He hated doing it but he brought his helmet down hard, head meeting yours, and knocking you out cold with the hit; after stripping the valuables off your assailants and putting the bounty in carbonite Din set you down in the bunk and moved the kid to the cockpit.

The bacta shot was a half dose, since there was bone to mend, and he secured your wrists to be safe since he didn’t know what sort of temperament you’d have when you woke up. Bacta was a lose-lose situation with any Alpha, its healing properties be damned, some Alpha woke up enraged and pushed into a more extreme version of a rut while others woke up beyond starving as their bodies worked double time to burn calories and get the healing agent to wear off faster.

He took the Crest to the nearest town for a supply grab after fetching your broken filter mask from the sand, knowing that if you were the latter you would eat through at least two weeks of rations on your own, and realized that you’d been here. Your scent was soaked into the sand and adobe buildings, the brothel -an Omega establishment- reeked of heat and sex and your scent was mingling with it.

“So, she did have an Omega.” One of the women looked him over, the prominent display of skin and cleavage pretty indicative of being tasked to lure people to the brothel. The food stall owner stacked another box of rations -your favorites, even if they were a little pricier- onto the two boxes he already had.

“She?”

“The bounty hunter, the Alpha, she refused all of us even after saving us from that Imp and being offered a freebie. She was sweet, most of us were sad to see her go, I figured she had an Omega waiting for her.” The fact that you’d refused the others sent a shot of sharp victory and possessiveness through him, you hadn’t even entertained any other Omega despite being in a place that most Alpha would lose themselves to, and even though you had on your respirator and goggles Din knew that if you wanted to you could and would have stayed.

The fact that you hadn’t chosen them, even if you technically hadn’t said you chose him, made his blood sing; he was the Omega you spent your time with, he was the Omega that got to see you feel safe enough to sleep and provide you food and a little home in his ship.

“We’re not… we aren’t.”

“You should probably tell her that you want to be, honey, Alpha like her -that actually respect Omega like us- are far and few between. Not that I think any old Alpha would be able to take you on without a serious fight on their hands, but if she’s what you want you should make it clear before someone else does. Alpha and Omega stereotypes? None of that matters when you really care about someone.”

The woman let him be after that, though she tossed a cheeky ‘you can always tell her she has a fan club here and we’ll treat her right, too, honey’ over her shoulder, and Din paid for the rations before heading back to the Crest with his heart thundering with the knowledge that she was right. Who cared if he initiated things first, who cared if he was the one asked you to claim him, why did he have to wait for you to show interest?

Luckily the kid had not snuck down while he was gone, allowing Din to set down and add the rations to the inventory list before heading up to get the ship into hyperspace, you’d need to be changed and cleaned up anyway and that would be easier without the baby trying to heal you or fuss at you to wake up. Once Din got the Crest into atmosphere, he heard the kid grumble and sighed at the kid’s attitude, placing a hand on his head gently.

“I need you to stay up here a little longer, once we get to hyperspace, and don’t touch anything. I have to clean her up and get her into comfortable clothes.”

He was glad the kid just closed his pod, pouting, and Din’s own growl earned a smaller one in reply; it was kind of cute, honestly, and he began to suspect that the baby -if his species had a secondary nature- was more Alpha than he thought.

You were still sleeping when Din climbed down the ladder, removing his cloak and armor to make it easier to maneuver you and not take up as much space, and he did his best to be respectful as he laid you down on the supply crates and fetched a rag and bucket of water with some soap sheets rather than try to shower with you. The red scarf was tossed with the rest of your clothes into the sonic cleaner, with additional time tacked on for blood removal, and he couldn’t help but run his hands down your skin just to feel you beneath his fingers before getting to work on cleaning you up.

He slipped one of his spare under shirts onto you when he was done, along with fresh undergarments, and part of him preened at the sight of you in the material; knowing you were blanketed with his scent. Sliding you back into his bunk, forgoing any pants because you never slept with them on anyway, Din kept the door open and decided to sleep nearby so he didn’t have to restrain you again.

If you woke up aggressive, he would handle it. “Come on, kid, let’s get some sleep.”

You slept for two days straight, the brace he’d made for your hand to make sure it healed properly had worked according to the basic x-ray he ran, and Din nearly jumped out of his skin when you finally stirred; he’d slept sitting up against the wall while the baby stayed in his pod nearby and your soft whine of discomfort was cut off by the fierce growl in your stomach. The kid woke up to the sound, eager to make sure you were okay, and Din tipped his head up as you rolled and peered down at him. He watched you take in your place in his bunk, his place sitting on the floor without the rest of his armor on and the top half of his flight suit missing, and the baby’s frantic grabby hands.

“What happened after you pulled me off that Alpha and knocked me out?”

“You remember that? Being in a rut, I mean?”

Din knew that it wasn’t fair to assume all the Alpha stereotypes were right, especially since Omega stereotypes were only partially true, but you’d seemed so out of it when he found you. He got up to get one of the ration packs and nearly tripped over his boots when you brought the collar of his shirt up and sniffed it, your eyes lifting to look at him, and then a shy smile bloomed across your face that made his heart race.

“I always remember them, at this point I don’t know if I’m just an outlier but when I do get into a rut, I know exactly what I’m doing. There are things I can’t stop, like when I punched your chest plate, but I’m consciously aware of it happening.”

Din watched you inspect your hand, flexing your fingers and checking for any residual ache, and when he handed you the ration pack he watched your eyes take in the packaging. You rarely purchased anything expensive or indulgent, with how often the two of you ruined everything there was little point, but he wanted to give you this at the very least.

“Mando-“

“Eat.”

You leveled him with a look but nodded, activating the heating element and letting it warm the meal inside as Din got the baby’s meal ready, and he watched as you pulled your legs up and patted the flimsy cushion for him to sit before relenting. The warmth of your arm pressed into his as he sat right next to you, pulling the kid in his lap to feed him, and he kept a careful eye on you as he fed the baby.

After a moment of silence, just a calm between you, he was ready to talk but you beat him to it.

“How would scenting work, with your helmet I mean.”

Scenting was sort of like courting, an old custom that had been started among people being betrothed or engaged, it was a way to tell others that a person had someone who they wanted to mate with already. To ward off unwanted advances, typically romantic; although some Omega women would have platonic Alpha friends scent them before going out to party as a way to ward off unwanted attention.

It required unhindered access to the scent glands right below the ears. The very thought of your skin against his there sent his heart into overdrive, he knew he was releasing strong pheromones when your grip on the utensils tightened enough that he could see the strain in your knuckles.

“A blindfold.”

You nodded at his answer and shoveled food into your mouth, he hoped you were asking because you were interested, and Din sighed again when the baby began to mimic your pace eating. You would need more than one pack though, after all of that, and he could tell you were still very hungry when you finished the first meal off. He gave you a second one and put the baby in his pod since the little one was now trying to snatch at your meal, and Din felt you lean into his side a little more as the two of you sat there together.

His mouth opened, to ask, but he just couldn’t right now. You were recovering from your reaction to the bacta, the kid was right here, and if he started that conversation, he wasn’t sure he could stop it from going too far if you gave him a positive response.

After you finished off the second ration pack he wasn’t surprised when you got up, the shirt long enough on you that you didn’t even need pants, and Din watched as you picked up a bottle of water too before chugging the entire thing. He’d expected you to be ravenous so he simply began cleaning up behind you, setting your cleaned clothes out in case you wanted to change, and you reached for him when he went to get the kid up into the cockpit before the little one decided to join you in decimating the food supply.

You hugged him, making Din shiver as every hair on his body stood on edge, and he cupped the back of your head before pressing his forehead much gentler to yours.

“Is this- is this okay?” He angled your face toward his neck without actually pushing you, the scent of your pheromones teasing him as they slipped under his helmet, and he swore he felt you shiver as he offered you the bare side of his neck. Everything felt still as he waited for your answer, the racing of his heart and harshness of his breathing felt so much more intense, like some sort of pivotal decision was being made.

“Yes, Mando.”

Your breath coated his skin before you closed the distance on your own, accepting his request as you bathed his skin in your scent, the touch of your scent gland and the wash of your pheromones making his head spin. He heard the low coo from the kid, reminding himself that there was an audience, and it was so much more difficult to let you pull away with you wearing his shirt and laying your claim on him.

He wanted to build you a nest, to make somewhere small and dark and comfortable where he could feel every part of your skin against his, the warmth of acceptance making him giddy. Your hold on his suspenders was firm, keeping him still as you moved to the other side of his neck, and Din’s stupid knees began to go weak as you got more confident with your touch.

“Cyare, I- we need to find someone to watch the kid.”

“I know, and we will. I can’t- my hand is still a little sore and I’m still starving so this is just so I know that people are aware you’re mine.”

The possessive growl in your voice made his cock go hard in an instant, and he knew you felt it when you hummed softly, and Din hissed when your teeth teased him gently. “Soon, Mando.”

You had one last job before it was time to turn in the slabbed bounties to Karga, Mando was refusing to allow you to help while you recovered, and you knew that it made sense for you to stay with the baby; your body was finally starting to recover from the bacta dosing, you’d easily decimated a month’s worth of rations in a week as your system recovered from expending so much energy to burn off the medicine.

While you weren’t exactly a liability you knew that Din’s worry was amplified by his feelings for you and by his instincts.

The armored Omega had been firm in keeping you comfortable -as comfortable as one could be on the shitty cushion he called a mattress- and you let him fuss over you, the man naturally cared for those he was close to but his instincts were likely going haywire over you needing to rest up. He had removed your hammock, despite your complaints about how uncomfortable his thin cushion of a bunk was, but you didn’t mind the compromise.

You had not expected for him to strip down to only his undershirt and compression leggings and join you in the bunk, laying on the pad and having you lay on him, and when he’d closed the door so that the space was black he had removed his helmet. The pneumatic hiss was deafening in the space as his modulated breaths softened, as he gave you all of him the only way he could right now.

Never, in a thousand years, would you forget the feeling of his hands holding you against him as he pressed his cheek to yours for the first time. His facial hair was softer that what you expected, it smelled like the oil you’d bought him, and the fact that he used it made you preen that your gift was well-received.

You hadn’t thought about how he kept the kid out of the bunk initially, letting him fall asleep in his pod and sealing him in, but now it made sense. Mando had soaked you with his pheromones and you’d done the same, hands pressed to his pectorals to grip the shirt fabric when he finally kissed you after making your head swim from how strong his scent was and how good it felt to be wrapped in it.

“Mando-“

“Din, my name is Din Djarin and I’d like you to use it, Cyare.”

Avoiding the use of his name had been intentional, he himself had never told it to you, so you had firmly pretended not to hear Moff Gideon use it. Having his permission to do so made you smile against his lips; it was really all you needed to know that this man had truly chosen you out of every other Alpha in the galaxy. You breathed the single syllable name out in a sigh when he pressed your core against the hard line of his cock, when he rocked his hips up and captured your mouth again, and he shushed the rumbling growl that formed in your chest when he nipped at your neck.

“Want to- want to have your first time with me in a nest, would you be okay with that? Waiting until I can make a nest for us?” The idea of him making a nest for you to share sent liquid heat right through you, making your cunt throb as you began to leak into your underwear, you had only ever dreamed of being wrapped up in a nest with this man and to know that he thought about it too?

How could any Alpha get this lucky?

“I’m- I can wait, Din.” Your voice was breathy with desire and he groaned, slotting his mouth to yours as he planted his feet to grind against you, it was heady and overwhelming in the best way as you rolled your hips to meet his thrusts; you didn’t care that he wasn’t going to fill you tonight, that he was going to make you cum from just rubbing himself against you like this because you knew that when he made that nest you weren’t going to be leaving for a long time.

A sharp mewl escaped you when you felt the swell at the base of his shaft, felt the heft of his knot forming, and it made you rock down harder as his pheromones sharpened and his grip tightened and you felt the liquid warmth as he let out a strangled growl right into your mouth; you nearly screamed when one of his hands pulled the gusset of your underwear out of the way to slide two fingers into you as his thumb slid up through your folds to stroke your clit.

He swallowed down your sharp snarl of his name as your clamped down on his fingers, as your slick soaked his hand, and Din shivered beneath you as you nuzzled him and carded your hands through his hair to shower him with affection to temper your urge to sink your teeth into his skin. Din chuckled and you nearly yelped when he rolled you onto your side, so he could curl his broad body behind yours.

“We’ll clean up in the morning, Cyare.”

When you woke up, to him nuzzling you and whispering your name, Din kissed you deeply before putting his helmet back on to open the door of the bunk. The kid was still asleep at least, since it was early enough, so you were able to get into the fresher and wash up before sending the broad Omega in after you; Din’s chuckle when he emerged made you wink, since you’d flooded the steamy fresher with pheromones when you’d finished up.

As you handed him a ration pack to eat, expecting him to take it up into the cockpit, you didn’t expect him to take your shemagh and wrap it over itself several times before holding it out to you without a word. You realized it was meant to be a blindfold and you closed your eyes before turning around, letting him tie the red fabric over your face, and the hiss of his helmet was softened by the space of the hull before your felt him pressing his cheek to yours.

“Shouldn’t take too long.”

“Not with the best bounty hunter in the parsec on the loser’s tail.”

Din preened at your praise, even if it was Karga’s chosen moniker for him, and only when he was thoroughly drenched in your scent did he pull back to sit with his back to yours so you could eat together. The baby wasn’t due to wake up for another hour -you’d managed to get the little pollywog on a sleeping schedule at long last- so neither one of you rushed to eat.

“Keep the ground security protocols engaged, don’t leave the Crest while I’m gone, this area isn’t safe.”

“I’ll keep my blaster on me too, then, just in case.”

“If you could stay up in the cockpit that’d be great, this one is a Devaronian so I don’t want you or the kid in the line of fire if something happens.”

“Din, like hell I’m going to stay up here knowing you could get hurt. I’ll keep the kid up in the cockpit when I know you’re coming back and I’ll stay near the weapon’s locker since you’re going to bring him up the ramp, that way I can tranq him if he breaks your hold somehow.”

“I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Well, I don’t like that you’re going out there without me to back you up, how am I supposed to make sure you don’t get hurt if you go alone? Do you know how hard it is for me to sit back and let you go while I stay here?”

You felt him pause as your voice exploded out of you, the difficulty of warring with your instincts and respecting Din’s skill was hard, and you dropped your head before setting your food aside to hug your knees to your chest. Din’s arms circled you gently and he pulled you against him after he turned around.

“Hey, no, talk to me Cyare. Don’t hide what you’re feeling, please.” His voice without the modulator was a lovely baritone that made you want nothing more than to just curl up against him in a pile of blankets, to have him whisper praise and affection in your ear. Instead, he was crooning and purring, trying to get you to tell him what was going on in your head after your temper flared.

“Just because I have a better hold of my instincts doesn’t mean they aren’t there, Din. You’ve chosen me to be your Alpha, I’m supposed to be the one that goes out and gets hurt so you -my Omega- can stay here and keep our home safe, keep our young one safe. I’m willing to compromise and stay here but you cannot expect me to stay where I can’t help you if something goes wrong.”

 “Cyare, I’m sorry. I hadn’t thought about how you’d feel with me asking you to stay out of the way, my desire to make sure you’re safe doesn’t excuse me from ignoring your instincts and feelings. Thank you for compromising and thank you for respecting me and what I’m capable of, I will try not to forget again.” If it were anyone else you would think it was mildly condescending but you knew that Din meant every word sincerely, that he was learning you just as much as you were learning him, and you huffed softly.

“Thank you, Din.”

A low grumble from the pod made Din let go of you, turning around fast and sliding his helmet on right as the baby let himself out, and you smiled as the little one reached for you when he spotted the rations open. Din got up with his half-finished meal, opening a new pack on the way over, and you finished eating as the Mandalorian fed the baby. As soon as you were done you took over for him and shooed Din away to finish his own meal, watching him slip out of sight into the bunk and poking the pollywog on his little nose when he tried to peer around you.

Din pressed a hand to your lower back after he emerged, his helmet resting against your cheek as he used his free hand to pat the baby gently on the head, and you watched him step away before starting to pull his armor on. You paid attention so you could get an idea of how to take it all off him later, if the need ever arose, and when he noticed your attention on him the Mandalorian slowed his hands and began explaining the steps. After he was armored up, the scent of you still so noticeable on him, you waited at the ramp as he armed himself and smiled when he slid his pulse rifle onto his back as a final touch. He paused beside you as the ramp lowered and you weren’t surprised when Din leaned his head down, forehead tapping yours gently, before leaving to get the last bounty. As soon as he was out of sight you closed the ship to activate ground security protocols, taking the baby up to the cockpit so that you could continue to try and work on talking with him.

He knew his mood was foul as he dragged the Devaronian back to the Crest, the bastard had put him on a chase for two days longer than Din had accounted for and all he wanted was to get back to you and the kid. The entire way back the bastard kept making remarks about you, calling you a shit Alpha for allowing your Omega to do the dangerous work, and it was taking all of his self-control not to put a bolt of plasma through the quarry’s head. Especially since you battled with insecurities about your temperament already, he didn’t want you being brought down by some bail jumper.

It appeared he was lucky, given the late hour, because he got the prey into the ship and slabbed without any sign of you or the baby; climbing up out of the hull and spotting you sleeping with the kid nestled against your chest in the co-pilot chair. He imagined you expected to wake up to the disturbance, and you should have since the bastard hadn’t been quiet, but it appeared the cockpit doors had muffled enough of the sound that you hadn’t noticed.

Din smiled, sitting down and getting the Crest prepped for take-off, and resisted the urge to chuckle when you inhaled deeply at the rapid button presses and switches being flipped; he heard you murmur his name and the baby didn’t even stir when you put him into his pod and closed the door. But Din couldn’t contain the croon he let out when you crawled your way into his lap, pressing your head right under the chin of his helmet, your legs folding over the arms of the seat so you could press yourself as close to him as possible.

He used one hand to hold your lower back, wishing that the plates of his armor weren’t so cold since he could feel your faint shiver, and you answered his croon with a warbly little noise before drifting back off to sleep. Once he had the auto-pilot engaged, the ship into hyperspace, he slipped his arms under your legs and stood up before setting you down and shaking you gently.

“Come on, Cyare, you should be in the bunk.”

“No way, ‘s uncomfortable. Dunno how you do it.”

As he steered you down the ladder, with the baby’s pod following you both, he sighed softly; more at himself, since he slept in his armor it was easier to ignore the pain from such a thin cushion. He made a mental note to get new padding for the bunk, his delight at having you share his sleeping space didn’t mean he could place his comfort above your own. Din joined you in the bunk after stripping down, the hull darkened enough that it was plenty safe, and he slipped his helmet off once you were settled mostly on his chest.

He could feel it now, without any of the armor plates in the way, just how thin and ragged the bed actually was and the way the bars were definitely digging into his back.

“I’ll make sure it’s more comfortable, promise.” He whispered that against the crown of your head as you got comfortable, the low hum you answered with fading into a light snore, and Din couldn’t help but think about the ship’s layout and how he might be able to make it easier for both of you if he just… got the work done. It would take time but Din wanted to be able to have you all to himself for a little while so it would be a win-win, he’d be able to take his time with you and the kid could spend time with other kids on Nevaro while the shipyard worked on his surprise.

With that rough idea mapped out Din closed his eyes to sleep and smiled, wondering what your reaction would be when you did get back to work after the Crest was finished, and he imagined you’d like it.

Once the mechanics gave him a rough time frame, a week and a half total, for the modifications Din gave them half the payment up front and let them get to work; he’d already handled lodging, Karga had given him shit for wearing your scent but seemed pretty pleased for the result. He’d been directed to the entrance that once led to his people’s home, Din hadn’t expected much to happen to the area once the covert was gone but Karga had surprised him, having it cleaned up and actually making something out of it.

You followed after him and looked around, he knew you’d seen the covert in shambles along with Karga and Dune, it was so different now. The walls had been carefully treated with a gloss so they could be tiled with a soft golden white mosaic of tiles, it looked almost upscale, and the nooks used for sleeping rooms had been turned into proper bedrooms with scent and sound blockers; some of the rooms were made to connect to the one beside it, though he had opted against that since Karga was going to keep an eye on the kid for the week.

The space was specifically to appease nesting Omega, being underground it offered somewhere quiet and insulated, the added scent and sound blockers guaranteed privacy. It didn’t really have a name yet, though Karga had mentioned Navaro’s Nests and The Nesting Grounds as choices, but it was functional. As he opened the door to the room Karga had given him Din looked around carefully, checking for any type of cameras or audio bugs, and when the room turned up clear he nodded at you.

The room size, and layout, were about the same except for a few key differences. The walls had also been treated with a gloss to stop falling dust and debris, the bathroom was through a door now rather than just an open walkway, and there didn’t appear to be a bed anywhere. The sleeping nook that had once been carved out of the stone wall had been turned into a seat with a table that folded out of the wall, the cold box and cooktop were across the way.

Din looked around the space and stumbled when the floor shifted under him, your hand on the button that opened the wooden cover on the floor to reveal that the mattress was set into the floor itself and he got down to inspect that area for possible problems like pests or technological bugs. You watched him as he tested the mattress itself, it felt pretty soft, and when he nodded you didn’t hesitate to grab the laundered sheets from the sealed bag the Beta at the entrance had provided you to put them on the bed.

As he stood up he watched you finish the task of making the bed, the octagonal shape was unique though and Din’s fingers flexed when he watched you get up again.

“Is there- I’d like some time to myself here for a little bit.”

“Of course, Din. Trust me, I’ve got some things I’d like to do as well.”

As you left he could only stare at the mattress before nodding to himself and locking the door behind him, steps fast as he headed right for the market, he’d need the spare blankets anyway by the time the work on the Crest was done so this was a win-win situation. A few people balked when he approached their stalls to inspect the things they had for sale, the satins and silks felt smooth under his fingers but he needed them to be perfect.

A new type of excitement sent him reeling on a hunt unlike any other he’d been on, testing the give of pillows and how smooth blankets were, and he ignored all the stares as he leaned heavily into his Omega instincts to nest. The thought of how your eyes would shine in delight when you saw what he made, the desire to see you laying on only the best materials after putting up his with ship for so long, it spurred him on through the market as he practically vibrated with excitement.

Din chose colors he knew you liked, the color scheme coming together by making a few things accents rather than full splashes, and he avoided anything with patterns; he wanted it to be soft and demure, he didn’t want some jagged chevron or whatever it was called drawing the eye among the solid shades. In his head he knew that some of the purchases were frivolous, like the two knit blankets that were an ombre of colors made of soft yarn, but Din couldn’t remember a time he’d ever indulged and if anyone was worth indulging for it was you.

As he got back to the room Din used the sonic cleaner to give everything a good sanitation first, including the sleep clothes he’d bought for himself, and as he waited he inspected the lights and tested just how dark the room could go. He didn’t want you in a blindfold if you didn’t have to be and he purred at the way the room went black when the lights were all off and the door was shut tight. The darkness and the small space made him croon before he began removing his armor and setting it aside for its own sanitation, his flight suit following, and the warrior gave himself a sonic shower before starting the task of making his nest once the cleaning cycle ended.

His helmet and armor went through the cleaner as he worked, a long and thick curtain of black fabric hung in front of the door just in case you returned while he was doing this or if someone tried to get in while you both were sleeping, and the mess of pillows were dropped onto the mattress before he started to place them where he wanted them. Din started by grouping them according to their color and arranging them around the edges to soften the corners, shaking his head at the outcome and mixing the colors up into a random hodgepodge before growling and sighing.

He wasn’t really an artist, not like you were, so it felt a little hopeless as he tried to come up with something that looked right.

Abandoning the pillow arrangement for now turned into layering the blankets, making the already soft mattress a dream, the thick and luxurious tauntaun pelt was unbelievably soft and would be a dream to lay on; the durasilk comforter over that was full of varacytl down, making it fluffy and warm with a soft surface to lay on or under. The knit blankets were folded and draped over two sides of the octagonal ledges just in case, that way if you didn’t want to sleep under the comforter you could choose something lighter, and Din went back to arranging the pillows.

He almost dropped his cloak onto the pile, since it was bathed in his scent, but the scratchy and worn material wasn’t what he wanted you to lay on or with. Instead he turned the lights lower and laid down on the bed, thinking about you coming back to the room, and for the first time in a long time he let himself flood the space with his scent. Din kept his helmet in reach, to be safe, but he laid there bare and thought about your reaction to his nest.

It was almost nightfall and you made your way back to the nest with a skip in your step, you’d gone through and purchased a handful of new things you needed to replace -mostly just socks and compression leggings- as well as a few things you’d just wanted. Tisai had greeted you warmly when you went into her boutique and, after a lot of catching up, she’d begun fitting you few a few specialty lingerie pieces that she ran through the sonic for you so that you could put them on right away.

The tailor was a very dear friend of yours, allowing you to work at her shop to supplement your income when you’d first started out bounty hunting, who also knew that you’d always had eyes for Din ever since you first caught his scent. On top of leggings, socks, and lingerie she’d also given you a flight suit made to your measurements with durasteel plating between the thick layers that were fit to add some extra protection but allow for movement.

You thought about dropping your purchases off at the Crest but decided against it, whatever work was being done to it was definitely big since you’d watched Din change the lock on the weapons locker and key it to his helmet if someone even tried to jimmy the thing open. You hadn’t even seen him do that when Peli was doing work on the ship, which spoke volumes for how in depth the repairs were going to be.

With each step closer to where Din was waiting for you it was like your stomach began to fill with glow flies, you had no real reason to be nervous about what was going to happen but you kind of were, and when you waved at the Beta you earned a soft giggle of a response and a ‘you two are so cute’ called down the hall.

You clicked the comm device on your wrist twice to warn Din that you were outside, not sure of what he could be doing, and yours clicked once to indicate it was safe before you opened the door. The black sheet of fabric in the way made you pause but Din’s voice, modulated, was warm with affection behind it even with the helmet muting his tone.

“Welcome back, that’s an added precaution, it’s safe.”

You stepped around the fabric and closed the door, locking it before turning and staring at the sight of Din on the bed; he was naked except for the helmet, the multitudes of pillows and the plush looking blankets were all in colors you loved and looked so inviting with the fluffy looking comforter hiding his legs from view. The fact that he’d tailored this nest to you made your whole body explode with a soft noise escaping you, the bags you’d been carrying thumping on the floor as you tried not to cry.

“Din this is- it looks so comfortable. You picked all my favorite colors? You really made this for me?” When an Omega tailored their nest to an Alpha’s preferences it was -supposedly- the trust sign of affection on an instinctual level, a way to show that they weren’t just nesting to satisfy their own instincts but doing so to ensure their chosen Alpha felt as invited and wanted as possible.

The reality of how well Din knew you came when he, instead of making fun of you, sat up and reached for you instead.

“I did, Cyare. Will you come here, please?”

“Hang on I- I need to, hold on.”

He tilted his head as you scampered toward the bathroom and you could have kissed Tisai for thinking to pre-wash your purchases and put them in boxes meant to retain that sanitary state. A quick sonic shower had to be done, you were covered in the volcanic dust from Nevaro’s market after all, and you felt your body begin to buzz with desire knowing he was there waiting for you.

The leather corset was designed to rest just under your bust with a ring that looped into the top closure with three straps were attached, the center strap had a leather band that buckled closed to circle your throat while the two straps on the side looped over your shoulders to the rings on the back.

Technically it was designed to be worn over an undershirt because the straps were meant to be used as a place to fasten additional ammunition cannisters, but without the added frills you’d seen the potential for this and asked for Tisai to include the band with the collar as a customization option. You wore it over the teal strapless bra and underwear set that you’d gotten, the fabric contrasting the brown leather and adding the color you’d so desperately wanted to find, the lacy fabric hiding everything and nothing all at once.

Feminine yet as flirty for a Mandalorian as any lingerie would ever get.

You grabbed the blindfold you’d bought and tied it in place, making sure it was nice and tight, before stepping out into the main space. You wanted him to see it without his helmet in the way, the matching teal blindfold was one of many you’d bought -all matching different lingerie sets- and meant to be a way to show him you were never going to disrespect his creed in any way.

“I might have bought some things too, Din.”

The sharp intake of breath followed by the low rumbling whine made your lips tip up, glad that he liked what he was seeing, and you heard the pneumatic hiss of air as he slipped his helmet off before you felt his hands take yours gently. Din guided you into the nest and you let yourself fall onto the pile of fabrics and pillows, moaning at how soft it was and how good it felt on your back compared to the bunk in the Crest.

“This is perfect, can we take this to the Crest? That bunk is a nightmare, I would like to sleep in something this soft forever.” While you were teasing him, he knew you hated the Crest’s bunk because you weren’t going to let him forget it, you also were admiring how good this felt from how soft and fluffy the blankets were to how warm they felt under you. Din’s fingers skirted across your skin, touching the feeling the sturdy leather first.

“Cyare, is this what you occupied yourself with while I made you this nest? Buying things for me to enjoy?”

“So, what if I did, you going to argue with your Alpha?”

“Maker no.”

Din’s reply was more of words mingled with an exhale as he continued to trail his fingers over your body, taking in the sight of you without his helmet on most likely, and you felt him playing with the soft lace fabric at your hips before he cupped your breasts and moaned when he felt your nipples start to stiffen because of his attention to them with his thumbs. His mouth met yours and you smiled into the kiss, luxuriating at the soft fabric below you and the firm weight of him as Din braced himself over you carefully, the long line of bare skin textured from scars as you ran your hands over his bare sides.

It was unhurried, the way he licked into your mouth as you rubbed one of your legs along the bare skin of his hip and thigh, and you scratched at his scalp with one hand while you used your free hand to cup his cheek and angle him the way you wanted his face to go so that you could deepen the already intense kiss.

“Since you bought these for me-” you grinned as he pulled himself from your mouth, he sounded wrecked and you loved it. “-may I ruin them?” His fingers tugged at the lace and you nodded only to whimper when you felt him drag the leaking head of his cock against the fabric. Purposefully smearing precum onto the fabric as he rocked against you.

“You want to cum on my pretty lingerie? Want to paint it with your scent and stain it with your mark?” Din groaned as his forehead dropped to your collar, the hand in his hair tightened to a firm grip that made him throb, and you hooked your leg over his hip to rock up against him as his hips bore down against yours.

“Cyare, ‘m gonna cum.”

“Good, cum for your Alpha, Din; be a good Omega and let me feel you.”

Din practically ripped himself off you to grab his cock, you felt where his cum hit your inner thighs and where it warmed the crotch of your underwear, and his harsh breathing made you wiggle your hips before you nearly jumped when he pressed against your clit through the fabric with firm pressure as he watched you. Your hips rocked against his hand and you gripped the blanket tightly now that you didn’t have anything to hold on to, a moan of his name when Din pressed against your opening and pressed the fabric of your underwear into you as he panted over you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, you smell so fucking good.” His voice was more growl than actual tone and you felt where he pressed his forehead against the skin just above your underwear, his deep inhale making your pheromones flood the room and his tongue pressed into the skin on your inner thigh where your scent glad was before he sank his teeth into it with a firm bite. It wouldn’t break skin but the idea of him marking you there and claiming you, where only he knew it existed, pushed you over the edge as your slick soaked into the fabric on his fingers.

Din pulled the fabric away and moaned at the sight of your wet lips, his teeth sinking into the fabric of the lace as he used his now free hand to spread you open to look, and your chest heaved when he pressed his nose and face against you to inhale greedily. His pheromones spiked and you caught the hand reaching for yours, rocking your hips against the curve of his nose, and Din pulled the underwear off of you before shoving the wadded up fabric into your mouth and kissing the tip of your nose.

“Hold that for me, Alpha.”

His purr was soft and affectionate, as if he hadn’t just used your cum soaked underwear as a gag, and you practically melted when his tongue licked a flat stripe through your folds. Your strangled -wordless- moan, muffled by the wad of fabric, made him rumble a growl into your cunt that had more of your slick begin to gather at your opening as Din wedged his shoulders between your legs and used his thumbs to hold you open after letting go of your hand.

The feeling of added wetness made you shiver as he let his saliva drip onto your clit, watching it drip down your folds as you trembled for him, and then he sealed his mouth over you to lick up all up before it could fall onto the blankets.

“Di-“ The muffled attempt at his name had your Omega purring, no doubt satisfied as he swirled the tip of his tongue in a way that had your thighs shaking from the attention to your clit, and you felt his hands grip tighter as one of your hands found his hair and grabbed the strands for leverage as you lifted your hips to change where his tongue focused its attention.

“That’s right, Alpha, use me. Teach your Omega where you need him.” Din’s command sent liquid heat through you, he was both taking control and giving it to you, with each place you shifted your hips you knew he was paying attention. Learning where you preferred the flat long strokes of his tongue and where you liked the more focused, intense, tip of his tongue to circle; his messy slurping as your body leaked for him, coating his chin and mouth, was so loud that you almost couldn’t hear your own muffled cries of his name when your toed curled and your muscles locked down as you came hard.

He lapped at you until you were pulling his hair to get him away, when you were so sensitive and trembling and trying to uncurl your muscles, and the lace was pulled out of your mouth before Din kissed you again. His nose, his lips, his chin were all wet with you and he preened when you rolled him onto his back and loomed over him. You knew that he’d prove how much he’d paid attention to eating you out later, the man was one hell of a determined student when he liked the subject, but right now you needed him to fill you.

Din’s strangled attempt at your name as you sunk down on his cock, welcoming the burning stretch from his size, made you preen knowing that you were the one he’d feel from now on; that pride at bringing him pleasure so intense he couldn’t even say your name spurred you on, rocking your hips carefully at first, and the second you had a solid rhythm you planted your hands on his pectorals and lifted yourself off just enough before sinking back down while keeping that rhythm of your hips.

His hands held your wrists tight and even though you couldn’t see him beneath you there was no mistaking the tension in his chest and ab muscles, the way his thighs felt so damn sturdy each time you sank down against him, and his breathing was harsh as he squirmed beneath your body. Like this he hit deep, his cock dragging through your cunt and hitting areas of you that you were sure none of your past lovers had ever touched, and you were leaking a mess of wetness down his shaft and balls.

The slick sounds and harsh breathing, the way he whimpered for you, it made you move your hands to tug the cups of your bra down.

“Going to just ignore my breasts after I dressed up so pretty for you, Din?”

His needy whine as he sat up, using one of his hands to brace himself while the other held your side, it made you dizzy with delight that you did that; his mouth closed around your nipple before letting it fall out of his mouth with a pop, circling it with the tip of his nose, and then bringing it back into his mouth as you adjusted to the new angle of his body. He must have noticed the way you fluttered around him and Din nipped at the stiff tip before the hand on your side moved to take over where his mouth had just been as he moved to give your other breast the same attention.

“My Alpha likes it when I play with her nipples? Yeah, you do.”

Din crooned when his words made you clench down on him and you could feel another orgasm right there, the way his teeth set into your skin and the way he pinched your other nipple and tugged was like a line right to your cunt and your orgasm was a frantic and powerful thing as you felt where you were smearing every bit of your release along his shaft where the swell of his knot was growing.

“Knot me, Din, lemme- lemme feel it.”

Your plea made him snarl as he planted his feet and bounced you on him, the hand on your breast moving to pull you down after each thrust as he fucked into you with the sheer purpose of filling your body with his knot. A sharp whine escaped you when he thrust up once, the bulge of it making you breathe heavily against the size of it, but your Omega wasn’t going to be deterred now that you asked for it and Din pressed his mouth to yours as his knot caught and swelled with his orgasm. You rocked down against his hips, against his knot, as Din licked into your mouth and trembled while he trembled and panted at the feeling of you clamped around him.

“So good to me, feel so good, Din.”

“Wanna- wanna fuck you so full Cyare.”

“Yeah?” His syrupy, soft, answer made you smile and Din clicked the lights off before pulling you down and laying so that most of his weight was on top of you; he couldn’t exactly pull out without it possibly hurting anyway and you didn’t mind the arrangement at all.

He was sweltering, the room felt unbearable, and Din blinked awake through the darkness before getting up to go to the bathroom; he turned the fresher light on after closing the door and stared at his reflection, washing his face and marveling a little at how his back didn’t hurt for once. He kind of understood now why you complained a lot, the fact that there’d be a proper bed in the Crest was starting to look like a bigger plus than before. He cleaned up and stared at your sleeping form in the doorway, the warmth returning the second he smelled your pheromones, and Din felt a little like an idiot.

Suppressing heats wasn’t unusual but the longer you went without one often led to more intense heats, he usually timed his heats with times he came back to Nevaro for extended periods like basic repairs so he could shut himself away and the others of the covert could make sure he was safe. After the covert was exposed though he’d been forced to suppress it for when you kept the baby with you on hunts and he could shut himself away in the Crest, you’d offered after he explained it when he asked for the extended alone time and Din had appreciated your respect for him by just doing what he asked.

Most other Alphas would insist to stay and help.

Din knew he’d fallen in love with you before then but that moment, when you’d accepted his right to privacy, had been what finally pushed him to accept that truth. Din felt the stirring of his heat and smiled knowing that this time you’d be here, and willing, and he sank back into the blankets to nose at your cheek after making sure the room was darkened again.

“Cyare.”

You murmured a reply, adorable in your sleepy state, and he nipped at the shell of your ear. He could tell the moment you realized what was happening, your body shifting, and you captured his face in your hands to kiss him deeply.

“Mmm, your heat is here, you want me to roll over?”

“Please?”

He felt your lips curl up before you were pulling away to shift to your stomach, sliding your knees under you, and Din couldn’t help but bury his face into your wet folds first where the taste of you and him was mixed together. He grabbed you and held you in place, his thumbs pressing into the skin of your thighs as he pulled to hold you open for him, and you were trembling as he not only cleaned up the remains of before but worked to get you nice and wet. It was always intense in the beginning, during his heats, and he’d spent so long handling them alone that he didn’t know how to let an Alpha take care of him just yet.

But you? You were willing to let him use you, to submit to him, and that was what he didn’t understand but also fucking adored about you. It was easy with you and as your release smeared along his tongue after your orgasm Din couldn’t give you recovery time, he just couldn’t, his cock was so hard it hurt and you were fluttering around him from your orgasm as he sank into your wet heat.

The feeling of you clamping down on him was so intense and he draped himself over your back, forcing you to drop your face into the mattress as he pressed his hands over the back of yours and making you arch your spine as he drew back and fucked into you. It was the high pitched, sharp, sound of his name on your lips that ripped through all conscious thought; the scent of your pheromones dizzying as they changed in response to his, and he couldn’t stay still any longer if he tried.

The wet sounds where he slid into you again and again weren’t nearly as loud as his breathing, as the mewling of your voice each time his hips met yours, it was so much but it wasn’t enough and he nearly lost his mind when your back arched just a little more. His mind blanked at the way your mouth stayed open, the way he could see where you were drooling because he was fucking you so good, and Din’s blood roared as he felt his knot starting to swell.

“Fuck- fuck Din, gonna cum-“ The sharp whine and the way you clamped around him ripped his own orgasm out of him, his knot catching and locking into place, but he couldn’t stop from thrusting harder into you; from grabbing the front of your thighs and pulling you as he imagined fucking his seed right into your womb. The idea of you swollen with his children, bringing new life to the covert, made Din see stars as a second orgasm followed almost immediately after the first.

One of his hands moved to run his thumb along your lips, wet with drool, and he groaned when your tongue darted out to lick his finger before he let you suck it into your mouth.

“Fucking perfect, Cyare, my Alpha.”

He felt the way you fluttered at his praise and even though it was a little bit of maneuvering, without pulling out, he managed to help you get on top of him. What he hadn’t expected was that you truly meant you’d take care of him, the second his knot was small enough that he could slide out of you and his blood started to heat up again your hips rocked and you shifted to face him before grinning.

“Don’t worry, my Omega, I’ll take care of you.”

He almost wheezed when you began to ride him like he hadn’t reduced you to a trembling, drooling, mess and Din was lost to the rush of his heat as you leaned down to lick his ear. “Maybe, when we’re ready to retire, I can take out my implant.”

If Karga suspected what happened he didn’t say anything, just handing you the baby and letting you be on your way as Din finished up paying the mechanics at the shipyard, and you knew the little one had missed you by the way he was clinging to you instead of riding in his pod. You thought about the way Din had promised that the moment he got in touch with his covert again, wherever they were, he would make sure they knew he had chosen an Alpha -and been chosen in return- so that you’d be allowed to see him.

For now you just had a surplus of blindfolds, all of which Din had eagerly asked you to wear throughout the course of his heat, and you couldn’t remember a time you’d felt this pleasantly relaxed as you spotted the Crest come into view. There was an ache between your legs that wasn’t at all unpleasant, it was in fact a very pleasant reminder, and when you spotted one of the human mechanics leaning your eyes narrowed as you approached.

“You sure I can’t do anything else for you?”

“We’re sure.”

Your voice was sharp, a snarl of warning, and the guy turned to look at you before losing all the color in his face at the sight of the kid in your arms and the scowl on your face. No doubt realizing that it was your scent that was clinging so heavily to Din’s body.

“Right, uh- I think I hear my name being called.”

He wisely ran, moving faster when he watched you hand the baby to Din, and when he was back in the safety of the city walls Din chuckled as he pressed the forehead of his helmet to the side of your face.

“I like that you’re possessive.”

“Damn right I am, you’re mine.”

Din purred at your declaration and followed you into the Crest, you pressed the button to open the bunk before staring at the space that had been turned into a tiny room with a little bed specifically for the baby. When you looked at Din he simply hummed and began heading up to the cockpit, the ramp closing, so you left your belongings that you’d packed on the hull floor and followed him up to strap in.

But he stopped and pointed to the space that had once been storage for live captures before he slabbed them, or if they had to be returned outside carbonite, and when you opened the door your eyes widened as you took in the bed that was now there. The plating was different and when Din closed the door you realized he’d gotten plating the dampened exterior sound, specifically for to the reactor room right behind the wall, but it was an actual room and a bed.

“What-?”

“This is our room, figured I couldn’t let my Alpha be miserable with our sleeping arrangements.” He even had a space for his armor, a nook for his helmet to sit in right by the bed, and clothes storage space; you turned to look at him and hummed softly, tugging his helmet so you could tap your forehead to it gently.

“Thank you, Din.”

“You’re welcome, Cyare.”

As he went to the cockpit to take off, since he had a possible lead on the Jedi after a comm from Peli came through, you went down and collected your clothes to put them away. You went to sit in the co-pilot seat as Din finished prep for take-off but he tugged you into his lap and you went willingly, taking over some of the work for him, and Din held you close as the Crest began to lift off.

“Ready to find the Jedi?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, let’s hunt down a space sorcerer.”

“You’re adorable, Cyare.”

“Damn right I am!”

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[absurdthirst]

The Den {Alpha!Mando x Omega!F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, sex work, knotting, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, vaginal sex, knotting, cream pie, slight breeding kink, slight dom/sub dynamics 

Comments: There is a place amongst the glittering lights of Canto Bight. A place where Alphas can seek what they want, what they need. An Omega to use and care for when the need inside them grows to be unbearable. 

This is part of @clydesducktape ‘s The Moon in May Writing Challenge Week 4 (May 22-28) : Knot/Den

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Moodboard by @wardenparker 

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There are….places to seek relief. Services that catered to what he needs. When the dormant need inside of him flares to life, the need to nurture, to care for, to be obeyed becomes overwhelming. Often that last basic need was met when he finally brought a bounty to heel. When they stopped struggling and went with him, it didn't matter if it was because he was dragging their corpse behind him or not. 

Lately, the kid had soothed the need to be a caretaker, although it was much different with Grogu than it would be with an Omega. Now that he was gone though, back with his own kind, that gapping, mawing hole in his chest was obvious again. His Alpha pawing and pacing inside him, needing something, someone to take care of. 

It doesn’t hurt that it’s been a long time since he’s been in a rut. Oftentimes he was around other alphas, or betas. Omegas were a prize that are often kept far away from the dusty, skug hole planets that he had visited while on the run from the Empire or even when he wasn’t on the outs with the Guild. Now that he’s got a moment to breathe, to do more than just rush headlong into one dangerous situation after the other, his body decides that it’s time. 

He feels guilty thinking about visiting that one place on Canto Bight. It’s upscale, of course it would be, but it caters to…those needs. Omegas available for use, for a hefty price. It wasn’t that he wanted to use them, well he did, but not in the normal sense of a brothel. Alphas had a reputation of being big, broad and mean, which he could be, but they also cared for those under their protection. He was unmated, unmarked by an Omega or even a Beta so he would be responsible for the Omega he had paid for. 

Standing at the flight boards, he curses the need to use a star cruiser. Yes, they were opulent, comfortable, but he hates the fact that they are public. That he doesn’t have a moment to strip out of his armor or clean it. Sharing spaces with families and children that make him fully aware that he is missing a member of his clan. Also having to give up his weapons made him grit his teeth and despise the fact that he was talking to a boarding droid instead of a living being, sure that he could explain that they were the physical representation of his religion to them better than he could to a droid. 

He feels the need, the pull in the pit of his stomach, the way that his balls are heavy and aching. He has a day, maybe two, before he is constantly hard under his flight suit. Leaking out into his undergarments and needing to bury himself in a warm, pliant, yielding body. But more than that, to make them feel good. To make them keen and preen under his touch. To cry out the name that he gives them. 

Clenching his fist and sighing slightly under his helmet, Din walks up to the control panel and purchases a ticket to Canto Bight on the MPO-1400 Star Cruiser that is docked at the port. Code in hand, he walks over to the droid to secure his weapons. “You must secure-” 

“I am a Mandalorian.” He growls, his tone deeper and richer, causing the heads of several passing Omegas to turn at the stern tone of an Alpha. “Weapons are part of my religion.”

The droid doesn’t care about that, programmed to ensure that all the passengers that are embarking on this ship are unarmed when they come onboard. The droid motions to the box, “You must secure-”

“Yeah, I know.” Din interrupts again with a huff. Turning the key of the trunk and opening it so he can deposit the various weapons, bombs, whistling birds into the bottom. He’s irritated at how long it takes, but he wouldn’t try to hide any of the weapons. He knows the droid is scanning him. He locks the case and takes the ticket before he points at the bot. “I know everything there.” He warns before he turns and walks up the ramp to find his seat. 

The flight is uncomfortable, the heat inside his flight suit is starting to creep up. Making him want to squirm, to shift in the cushioned seat. Not from being uncomfortable with the plush perch, not just from the want to try to seek a small reprieve from the sweat that is starting to build up along his glands. Hook a finger under his cowl and pull it away from his neck, to allow the recycled air of the cruiser to cool his skin. 

He doesn’t. Mandalorians rarely show fatigue or injury or even discomfort while they are in public. The image they portray is a large part of their success as bounty hunters. The fear of their reputations helps bring in many quarries that do not want a Mandalorian hunting them down. So he doesn’t, instead he sits, ramrod straight and imagines the Omega and what he will do. 

Canto Bight is flashy, fancy. Something to be had for everyone looking for a vice. From the farrier races, to noisy, blinking slot machines or the smokey serious back gambling tables, it was made for people who want. There are brothels where every manner of creature could be found in exchange for coins. An hour, or even a night bought while you could indulge in whatever sexual fantasy that could be imagined.  

The Den is where Mando steadily makes his way towards. The retrieval of his weapons had helped, eased some of the anxiety that had ridden just below the surface and fused with the needs of his Alpha. Now that they were back on his body, every piece in its proper place, the twitching of his cock has him stalking silently towards the elaborate scrolling sign that beckons Alphas to come and spend their coins. 

The scent gets stronger as he gets closer. Cloying and filling the air, temping all the lone Alphas that wander the streets in look of something to do, beckoning them to come inside and find which Omega had made their cock stir and their inner Alpha purr with need. His cock hardens underneath his own flight suit, pressing against the seam as he gets closer. Inhaling the spicy aroma of one Omega more than most, his Alpha already choosing that one, pleased with her pheromones. 

He’s never comfortable in places like these. Not completely. The stink of too many Alphas in one place makes his nose curl under his helmet, the dominant portion of his Alpha rearing his head and making him want to pull his blaster. He won't though. There are rules. Any Alpha who challenges another in the doors of The Den will be permanently banned from all of the establishments around the galaxy. The loss of easy access to Omegas was too great to risk a show of testosterone to most. 

Instead he walks up to the counter, aware that his own pheromones are starting to waft from under the heavy layers of his bekar and clothing. Indicating to everyone nearby that he was nearing a rut and seeking. His hand comes up, not for his blaster, but to tap the bell, a small tinkling sound that seems out of place considering the moan that is drifting down from a room upstairs. 

A small, blue skinned Twi’lek comes out, taking a deep breath and smirking when she smells him. “Need a chip, Mando?” She asks, reaching up and stroking her lekku, watching him with something that could only be described as hunger. She was a Beta but her nostrils flare and she leans in. “Are you sure  you want a ‘mega?” She asks. “I’ve always wanted to try a Mandalorian.”

Instead of answering, Din reaches down and pulls the right number of credits out of the pouch from his belt and lays them on the counter. Making her grin turn into a frown and she hisses as she snatches up the credits and slaps down a large silver disc. “I didn’t want a stinking Alpha anyway.” She snarks before she turns away and disappears beyond the beaded curtain again. 

Din grunts, leather gloves reaching out and picking up the disc, palming it as he turns and starts making his way towards the rooms. The disc would be placed in the slot in the door of whatever Omega’s room he chose, showing that they were occupied and unavailable to any other Alphas. It helped them stay organized and allowed the Alpha to seek whichever Omega had their scent caught in the Alpha’s nose. 

His nose guides him, the scent tantalizes him, making him yearn to rip his helmet off and press his nose against the Omega’s scent gland and inhale deeply. Getting stronger as he walks down the hall, noting discs in the door and he hopes that whoever the scent belongs to isn’t taken. It doesn’t seem like it. The pheromones that are teasing his Alpha are not pleasured, not active. Just the mellow scent of someone who is bored, waiting. He can change that. 

The door is red. A name scrolled on it above the rules that are clearly listed: No Marking, No Mating, No Breeding, next to the disc holder. Empty. Din doesn’t hesitate, sliding his disc into the slot and knocks on the door. Shifting slightly when he hears shuffling behind the door, fists at his side curling with need. 

When the door opens, the waft of your scent flows under the helmet, nearly making him growl in anticipation. Cock hardening even more under the material of his flight suit and the normally soft material itching at his skin, begging him to strip down and press his overheated body to yours. 

It’s a long misconstrued belief that only Omegas are needy. They are the ones that have to have an Alpha fill them up. That their very nature makes them submissive. Din knows that’s not exactly true. During a rut, an Alpha needs his Omega. Needs to be buried inside the warmth of their body and praise them for how well they are accepting of them. Needs to nurture and soothe the need inside them and protect them. 

You are beautiful, your eyes widening when you see him in front of you, although your pheromones don’t change. You are not scared of him, although your pulse does pick up slightly. It’s not his Alpha that senses that, but the scanners inside his helmet. 

“Alpha.” You look at him from head to toe, all covered in fabric and beskar, weapons hanging from his belt. Biting your lip when you smell the need and attraction pouring off the faceless Alpha. You wonder if he will take off any of the layers or if you are going to be used while you never feel anything but his cock on your skin. “Come in.” 

He exhales softly, relieved that he is being invited into your den, your nest. You have the option of rejecting any Alpha you choose. That is a part of the rules that are etched into the door and all must obey them. Nodding, he watches you back away and open the door wider, urging him to enter your space. 

There are thousands of lights in your room, soft, gently casting an intimate glow over the silken sheets and soft bedding that makes up the majority of the room. The dying scent of previous Alpha’s in this space is muted with the overwhelming scent of you. 

The click of the lock makes him turn his head, sensing that you are behind him after closing the door. Looking around to spot a table where he will be free to remove his armor. Needing to shed the layers that are covering him and he quickly strides over to it. “What is your name, Omega?” He asks, even if he knows it. It’s written on the door, but he wants to hear more of your voice, hear you say it before he tells you his own. 

Your voice is delicious, making his spine tingle as you answer him. Giving him your name in a clear tone that has his cock twitching as he imagines what it will sound like breathless, full of him. “My name is Din.” He tells you, removing his chestplate and back plate and setting them down respectfully. Curassis came next, followed by his pauldrons and gauntlets. Turning towards you as he peels his gloves off one by one to reveal the first of his skin you will see. “You can call me Din or Alpha.” He tells you. “Whatever makes you comfortable.” 

Your eyes are on him, watching him strip down and it makes his blood spike even more. You’ve accepted him, the scent of you changing and making his nostrils flare as he inhales the sweet, alluring pheromones that you are giving off. Signaling that you want to touch him, having him touch you. “Din.” You murmur softly, testing the name on your tongue and his Alpha leaps in his chest, clamoring to claim you now. 

“Omega.” He growls softly, making your eyes drift up from his hands to center on the dark glass of his visor. Seemingly staring into his helmet and his eyes. “Undress.” He orders, although there is a thread of neediness in his tone, the urgency of his Alpha to have you yield to him even more. To give yourself over to him to pleasure you. 

You nod, reaching for the ties of your robe. You don’t wear much, never seeing a need to keep much more than a soft silk robe over your body. Happy to drop it to the floor and stand before this Alpha nude. Smelling the need that is filling the air and you wonder if he will be rougher at first, it seems as if it has been some time since his last rut. 

He feels his chest tighten, his cock hardens even more at the sight of your nude body. Luscious and soft looking. He will spend hours caressing and touching you. Learning what makes you purr and cry out in exquisite pleasure. What glands make you whimper when he presses his tongue against them. How you taste directly from the source. He reaches for his helmet, unlocking it with a tiny hiss, lifting it off his head so he can smell you better, see you clearer without the HUD. He had never removed his helmet before during a rut and it had been nearly painful, unable to taste. Since he has already been deemed Mandalorian no longer, he was going to take advantage of this rut. Allow himself this tiny bit of pleasure before he starts to redeem himself. 

He’s handsome, you note as you watch his eyes meet yours. He’s expressive, his face a mix of lust and unsurity. As if he didn’t often expose himself. Instead of calling attention to it, you walk over to your nest. Large and comfortable with multiple fabrics and bedding layered for a soft place to curl up, to connect. Your nest was essential to your space, as much as the lights that twinkled overhead and reminded you of the view from a transparisteel of a ship as you careened through hyperspace. Climbing inside, you stretch out, giving him a view of your body as your pheromones signal that you are ready. “Alpha. Din.” You murmur softly. “I need you here with me.”

It makes him eager to finish stripping off the layers. Unwinding the cowl that is around his neck, tossing it over the beskar and reaching for the thick padding that the armor attaches to. Pulling it off until he is in a long shirt and pants, boot toed off. “What are your limits, Omega?” He demands, knowing that he must abide by your wants. A good Alpha nurtures pleasure, even when it’s tinged with pain. 

You blink, surprised that he would ask that. It was rare that Alphas asked that, believing that the rules that were listed on the door were the only limits that were to be had inside your nest. You were rarely mistreated, the reputation of The Den was too well known to risk it. “I don’t really have any.” You murmur. 

“Can I knot you?” Your cunt clenches at the low, raspy words, still surprised that he is asking. Satisfaction that this man, this Alpha, has come to your den floods your entire body. On the door, there is not a rule about knotting, but he is asking anyway. Biting your lip, you watch as his shirt comes off over his head, revealing a chest that is littered with scars before he starts to push his pants down, the large cock bobbing free. The head is nearly purple, leaking profusely and jutting up proudly and curving towards his belly. 

He will be a pleasure to take, to have knot you and your cunt clenches again, another wave of desperate arousal pouring off of him as your eyes devour his cock and make it twitch. “Yes, Alpha.” He twitches again, jerking violently as he stands under your perusal of his body, waiting.  Apparently waiting for an invitation into your nest. 

Din watches you, the cool air of the room feeling exquisite on his skin. Calming the raging fever inside his blood, his Alpha demanding that he touch you. Still he waits, watching until you lift a hand and crook your finger. Making him leap forward and crawl carefully into the positioned cushions and bedding of your nest, groaning at the way your scent wraps around him. Fills his nostrils and his head with nothing but the Omega in front of him. 

“‘M gonna take care of you, ‘mega.” He promises thickly, hands starting at your ankles and starting to map your skin with a touch that is surprisingly gentle. Soft from the thick leather gloves that cover his hands, the only calluses are not dry and cracking, just thicker skin where he grips the gun that is rarely off his hip. Sliding over your knees and brushing behind them, noting that you whimper slightly when he touches the scent gland there. 

Often the idea of an Alpha was that they were brutal. Taking what they want with no care or regard for anyone else. Bullies by their designation and the top of the hierarchy in the social structures that had developed. Free to do whatever they wished and only a more powerful Alpha could curb them. Din knew that was probably true for some. He had been in the outer rims long enough that he knew there was cruelty among all designations. He had seen it among Betas, Alphas, there was even an Omega who was shockingly brutal. 

However, a true Alpha was one that would keep to provide, to nurture pleasure and foster the wellbeing of the partner they were with. He protected those under him, cared for them, and satisfied them. It was what gave him the most pleasure and soothed the Alpha inside him. 

Lips touch your skin, making him groan and his cock leaks again with another lovely little bead of precum. He loved taste, obsessed with it since he normally did not spend much time with his helmet off while eating. View it as a necessity rather than a pleasure, but this….this is pleasure. Your skin tastes like you smell. Heady and tangy with a touch of salt. Making him groan again and slide his tongue against it for another taste. 

He’s never eaten pussy. He’s wanted to, watched plenty of holovids of it and jerked off thinking about burying his tongue in a cunt while the Omega or Beta writhed above him, but his helmet had prevented it. Not that it is an issue right now. Hearing your small inhale of surprise, Din dives in once he’s got your legs spread wide, cunt on display for him. 

He’s not good at it. Not from the way that you squirm or giggle, your hand gently trying to guide his overeager mouth to where you needed it and not where he thought he should be. Apparently tonguing your hole was not as effective as it was made to be on those holovids. At least not for the Omega he was trying to pleasure. 

 Still, you didn’t complain. You didn’t stop him. Gasping his designation when he got something right. Making his chest puff up with pride as he repeats that same twist of his tongue or suck of your clit. He’s good with his hands, he knows that. Has fingered plenty of partners to prepare them for his cock or get them off before he fucks them. He knows where to press his fingers, or curl them up inside a cunt without looking. But his mouth on it is a different beast to tame. Like blaster fire, it takes practice and Din is patient when it comes to practice. 

Even as untried and sloppy as he is, soon you are writhing. Legs tossed over his shoulders and heels digging into his back, bucking up into his mouth and pleas pour out of your mouth. Not acting, no, your pheromones are too desperate, too needy to cum for it to be practiced. It makes him groan and growl, ignoring the way that his cock throbs as he concentrates on your clit to make you cum. 

“Alpha, oh fuck Din!” He’s never heard anything better in his entire fucking life than the way you gasp his name. Fingers digging into your hips and he knows he will leave bruises under your skin from where he digs them in, but he doesn’t care. Sucking and slurping on your cunt as if it’s the last in the universe. Right now, it’s the only cunt in the ‘verse to him. He hums, long and low when you fall apart. Pouring into his mouth when he seals his lips over your cunt and drinks deeply. Sucking down the fruit of his labors with all the relish of draining a jorgon fruit of its nectar. Pulling away when you are done trembling and he finds the gland on the inside of your hip, pressing against it and laving it with broad swipes of his tongue. 

“Alpha.” His Alpha purrs inside him, answering the call of your Omega as you reach for him. Sliding up your body and pressing against you. He feels the way that your bod has warmed up. Turning you so that your back is pressed to his chest. Enjoying how easily you move with your limb limp from pleasure and he groans, sliding a hand back down to slip between your thighs. “Want you to sing for ‘mega.” He murmurs in your ear, his cock pressed between your cheeks but still he doesn’t rut against you. There will be plenty of time for that when he is inside you. 

Your eyes flutter, breath catching when his fingers find your clit. This is obviously where his talent lays, two thick fingers curling up inside of you and making you whimper when he presses against that spongy spot while his thumb rubs slow circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

He groans, feeling the tight walls of your cunt yield, giving under the pressure of his digits. Pressing his face into your neck and inhaling your pheromones as he fingers you, working you steadily higher again and groaning at the way that you respond to his touch. He’s had Omegas before, worked them through a heat or only once before, had one during a rut, but you are sublime. Your soft cries accompany the feeling of your blunt nails digging into his forearms. Firmly trapped by his arms, you don’t try to move away from his touch, instead you are rolling your hips down and begging him for more. Craving what he can give you. 

“Cum for me and I’ll give you my cock.” He rasps in your ear, rewarded by the way that your body shudders and the softest keening sound comes out. “I’ll fill you up and knot you.” You moan and his cock twitches at your back. “Pump you full of my cum and keep it in there until the knot goes down.” He knows you have an implant, more importantly he has an implant. He knows that there isn’t a chance of him impregnating you, but still the mere thought of breeding an Omega has his Alpha trying to rush things along. 

You cling to him, exactly what he needs and he pulls you against this chest even more. Pressing his lips to your scent gland at your pulse and gliding his tongue along it, making you whine loudly. Your pheromones change again, soft and sweet and still building even more as your body primes for another orgasm.  

You don’t take long to cum again. He likes that. Likes that your body, your Omega, is so receptive to his touch. Cooing soft words of praise into your ear while his fingers pump into you, urging you closer to falling apart for him again. 

Pride fills him when you cum. Bucking against his hand while your thighs clamp down around his hand, keeping it in place as you roll your hips. “Din, oh fuck, Din…Alpha!” You cry out, letting him smell the pleasure as it courses off of you in thick waves. Feeling it from the way that you soak his fingers and hug them tightly in your body. 

“So good.” He murmurs, feeling almost drunk off the way that you spiraled in your pleasure. The emotions you had been feeling heavy in the air as he soaks up each one and savors it. Lets it furl through his body and ease the Alpha’s needs, even as his body is screaming to claim you, to knot you. 

Normally when he is with a partner, it’s from behind. Because of his helmet, making sure that they are unable to snatch it off his head while he is rocking into them. Or because they liked the fact that a Mandalorian was fucking them. Now, with everything that has changed, he lets go of your clit when you whine, overstimulated and starts to thrash against him to roll you onto your back so he can climb on top of you. 

It’s a different view. Looking down at your wide eyes. Limbs splayed wide and welcoming as he settles between your thighs. The slick from your cunt soaking his cock with the few thrusts he gives through your folds. Feeling how wet he has made you makes him growl. Wrapping his hand around his cock for the first time since he has climbed into your nest, he pumps himself, taking a moment to ease the head through your folds and feel how easily he slips through. 

It’s almost painful how badly he wants to sink into your cunt. To plunge inside your molten velvet walls and batter himself inside you until he’s pouring himself deep, giving you his knot and tying you together for the next few hours. Instead he watches you, for one brief moment indulging in the fantasy that you are his Omega. That you bear his mark and are currently waiting for your Alpha to breed you. 

His cock twitches, making him squeeze the base so he doesn’t cum so quickly. He wants to feel you spasm around him once before his knot pushes inside your tight little cunt and he’s pumping you full of his useless seed for hours. 

When he finally does give in, it’s only because you are begging. Your lips twisted in a pretty pout until he notches his cock and slides smoothly inside. Instantly, his Alpha is more at peace than he has been in days. Instead of pawing and clamoring under his skin like an animal trying to get out, he’s a lothcat in the sun, stretched out and puring. Warmed by the heat of your cunt hugging his cock. 

He fucks steady, sharps snaps of his hips that are equally measured. A tempo that you could count in your head if he wasn’t stealing your breath with every push of his hips and thrust of his cock drilling up into you. Making your Omega preen and purr, crying out for more that has you wrapping your legs around his back and rocking up to meet him. Trying to urge him on. 

“Fuck, ‘mega.” He spits, looking down at your heavy lidded eyes, watching the gasps form on your lips when he spears deep into your cunt again. “Pretty ‘mega, taking my cock. Squeezing me. Doing exactly what your Alpha needs.” You whine, nodding quickly and your hands race up his back with the feeling of your blunt nails scoring his skin lightly, making him shudder.

You like the praise, that much is obvious. The way your cunt squeezes him like a vice when he tells you how good you are is accompanied by the waft of a very pleased Omega drifting off of you. He wonders how many others took the time to feed your Omegas needs. To praise and coo to you while making sure that they keep you filled. Alphas and Omegas both need things from each other, it’s what makes your designations fit perfectly together. He grunts, bracing his arms on his elbows and brushes his thumb across that gland while he watches his cock plunge into your body again and again. 

He feels how connected you are. The air around the two of you is heavy with your mingling scents. Something that pleases his Alpha and makes him ruck his hips forward even faster. “Gonna cum?” He grunts out, watching your teeth bite your bottom lip and watches your hands slide from around him to grasp your tits. Massaging and pinching your stiff nipples with a loud moan. Later on, when his knot is buried inside your tight cunt, he’ll suck on them. Pull you into his lap and tease them with his tongue to find out if you like it as much as he imagines. 

For now, the quick pace of slapping skin has his full attention. Feeling your body draw up tighter as his own starts to prepare. The tingling in the base of his spine is the only reason he doesn’t pause, give his aching thighs a break from where he is rocking over you. He’s close and he knows you are. Angling up into your cunt, he slides a hand between your thighs and presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing quickly as he feels the knot start to form. 

“Cum for me ‘mega.” He begs, desperate for that last flood of slick from your cunt to ease his knot inside you. It’s thick, meant to keep his cock deep inside while his seed takes root. While there is no chance of him impregnating you, He still wants to be buried in your body while he rides out his rut. “Want this pretty little cunt to soak me. Let my knot slip inside you easily.” He knows it won’t be easy, but that slick will make it easier for you to take it. He doesn’t want you to hurt unnecessarily. 

You mewl and buck up under him. Giving him what he wants as your body responds to both his physical manipulation of your body and the thread of command in his order. Heat rushes over his cock, the slippery slick of your cunt flooding it and making him groan. 

His hips stutter, pace getting sloppy as he feels his knot swell, his orgasm starting to crest. Relief and need flooding his own body, making him let go of your gland, your clit and grab your legs. Pushing them wide and thrusting into you harshly, grunting out with every hard push of his hips. So close to his peak that he can taste it. 

He needs this. Breath catching when your hands slide up his arms and rest on his own scent glands, massaging them gently. “Cum Alpha.” You beg breathlessly. “Fill me up, knot me.” Your sweet whimper makes his entire body jerk in response. “I need it.” 

Stars burst behind his eyes, his hands tighten on your body, nearly shouting while his cock drills deep, the already thick knot pushing into your cunt and rapidly filling with blood to lock him inside your passage while he starts to cum. 

White hot pleasure races through his body, making him grunt and hiss every time another pump of his cum floods your womb, filling you up in the most primal way. Twitching, as he empties himself of the first of many orgasms. Grinding  his hips and making sure that he doesn’t pull against your lips with the fat base of his knot. 

Din buries his face against your neck, collapsing against your body and pinning you down. Not that you seem to mind it. Your legs wrap around his thighs again and your hands stroke his back. The loud roar of pleasure that had filled his ears was slowly starting to fade away, making him realize that you are cooing softly to him. Telling him how good his knot feels inside you. Making him hum and press his lips to your pulse again. Sighing softly at the relief that is flooding his body now that his rut is in full swing and he’s buried inside a beautiful, soft, willing Omega. 

The next few hours, the next few days will be spent in this nest. Buried inside you and caring for you. The food and drink will be given to you while he’s still connected to you. Making sure that all of your needs are met and he is looking forward to feeling what a kiss will be like. You have been patient with him so far and he’s grateful that he had decided to come to The Den.

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct, Part 11

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x female!reader

Warnings: Injuries, blood, PTSD, some light medical stuff, The Empire, A/B/O

A/N: Uhhh yeah, it's been a minute with this one. I probably shouldn't say I had most of this one written up already, but I couldn't decide where I wanted to take the story. Well, I've decided now so I can confidently finish this one up.

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It doesn’t hurt. 

You’ve felt a lot of pain in your lifetime, but the stab wound is almost nothing. Or maybe you’ve just gone numb. You had practically seen the shift in Din as he’d stood there, staring at the red on your fingers, the red staining your shirt. 

You're not sure when exactly he’d stabbed you. You hadn’t felt it in the haze of adrenaline. You're not sure where the knife is either. 

Din had approached you, taking one look at the wound before lifting you into his arms. You could sense the change in him, the detachment. He had one instinct in that moment and that was to get you help. You feel dizzy, vision in and out as you stare up at the sky. It’s blue, very blue. 

The blue fades to white as he enters the medical center. Your arms and legs have begun to tingle. Were you going to pass out? You're bleeding a lot. You can feel it. You squint up at the ceiling as Din lays you on the hard exam table. He’s scared, you can scent it under the tang of blood. 

You blink as your vision fades in and out, someone coming to stand over you. You don't recognize them...no. You do.

“No...no...please!” You struggle, but your limbs are restrained. 

“It’s alright.” He speaks quietly, leaning down closer to you. “Everything will be alright.” A bright light in your eyes. You feel far away, like your body is floating right out into space. 

“No!” You cry, weakly fighting the urge to sleep. “No!” 

“Everything’s going to be just fine.” 

****

His hands are shaking. 

He had felt the shift in his brain, his mind shutting down as soon as he saw the red on your fingers. He had acted purely on instinct, moving to catch you before you fell. He had held you up, analyzing the wound oozing thick red liquid for half a second before scooping you into his arms. He’d walked out the front door, uncaring of the police droids making their way down the street. 

He’d been totally numb as he carried you to the nearest medical facility. He could have taken you back to the Crest, but it was too far, and he wasn’t sure a simple bacta patch would work fast enough. The wound was deep and clean, the straight edge of the vibroblade meant to make the wound bleed and bleed. 

You had been awake the whole time, though your gaze had been hazy. He’d been rushed back into a room, the Nautolan doctor jumping right in to try and help. 

That was when everything had gone wrong. 

You had started fighting, struggling against the doctor and nurses. You had been screaming, eyes far away like you were seeing something else. He had managed to get you calm enough for them to administer a sedative. He had held you until you were unconscious and limp, the bloody smear on the front of his chestplate as you’d reached out for him. 

“Buir.” 

His hands are still shaking, the event playing over and over in his head. He’d never seen you like that before. He had been scared of you possibly losing control and your omega coming out, but it seemed you were somewhere else entirely. You had never spoken about anything like that, nor had Boba mentioned any aversion to medical centers or doctors. 

Maybe it had been deeply buried far below, repressed by years of suppressants. 

He’s worried. Whatever you had been seeing, it had been bad enough for you to call out for your parents. You never talked about them, never mentioned them beyond the night you’d told him how you got off Mandalore. They likely hadn’t made it, like so many others. That was a harsh reality to face, one he knew well. 

He stares at your peaceful face. You're still unconscious, the bacta working quickly to heal the stab wound. He feels guilty. You were here because of him. He had failed to consider that they might have known about him, about his quest. You had gotten hurt because of him, because of his mistake. 

He wants to call it quits, wants to load you onto the ship and fly back to Tatooine, but he knows he can’t. If you wanted to continue, he would, even if it was a bad decision. 

You have a lot to discuss when you wake up. He stares down at the smear on his chestplate. Just what exactly was that outburst? What had happened to you that had caused that kind of reaction? 

******

“Hello. My name is Doctor Ellezac. I am the chief scientist on this vessel. I will be overseeing you.” You flinch away from the hands that reach for your face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Where am I? Where is my buir?” You ask, voice thin sounding from the dryness in your throat. 

“You are on a transport vessel heading for a research base.” He pries your mouth open, looking inside. “Don’t worry. You will be well cared for.” 

You jerk your head away, glaring at him. “Where are the others?” You remembered the transport taking them to Concordia. The four omegas, the last four to make it off Mandalore alive. 

“Don’t worry. They’re being looked after.” He turns, grabbing something off a table. “It’s very fascinating to me, your kind. The ‘second gender’ Mandalorians utilize. All beings carry the ability, but the mechanics of it have been lost to most of us for centuries. Except for the Mandalorians.” He turns back to you, a syringe in hand. “The ‘instincts’ as you call them, are incredible. Heightened senses, increased strength, enhanced regeneration, among many other benefits.” 

You struggle against the restraints holding you to the bed as he sinks the syringe into your arm. He draws your blood, pulling from you until you begin to feel dizzy. 

“You’re going to be a great help to us.” He says, looking down at you. “You’ll be a great help to the Empire.” 

*****

You jolt as you wake, hands gripping the blankets tightly. You're wrapped tightly in blankets and a cloak, buried deep in Din’s scent. The whirring of the engines and the subtle shake of the ship tells you you're in the Crest. 

It takes you a moment, but you remember everything. You had been hunting their next targets, when everything had gone wrong. You’d been stabbed and Din had taken you to a medical facility. 

You had seen him. 

In truth, you had forgotten it entirely in the haze of memories before awakening from suppressants. It seemed like a long time ago, because it had been a long time ago. You couldn’t have guessed you’d react in such a way. You hadn’t reacted like that on Tatooine when the medical droid had looked over you. You hadn’t reacted that way any of the times Boba’s medical droid had treated you. 

Maybe simply because you didn’t remember. 

You remember now. You remember everything. 

You manage to free yourself from the cocoon of blankets, keeping Din’s cloak around you. It smells like him. It smells safe. You stand, stretching your side a bit. Your fingers slip under your shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath. Not even a mark. 

You climb up the ladder, knowing Din is in the cockpit. He’ll have questions, and you’ll answer them. It’s dark in the cockpit, the Crest drifting through space. Din is seated in the pilot’s chair, back to you as you enter. You sit in one of the passenger seats, bundling yourself in his cloak. 

“We need to talk about it.” He says, keeping his gaze forward. 

“I know.” You say. “First I need you to know, I didn’t remember. I didn’t remember any of it until now.” 

“You were screaming. Calling out for your parents.” He says, voice pinched. “As soon as you saw the doctor it was like you’d lost your mind.” 

“I wasn’t there. I was somewhere else. Somewhere worse. I didn’t know it wasn’t happening again.” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I’m sorry if I caused a scene. I’m sorry if I made things difficult, but please don’t be mad, I really didn’t remember exactly-” 

“I’m not mad.” He says, finally turning around. “I just want to know what you saw that caused a reaction like that.” 

You nod, taking a shaky breath, trying to calm the nerves that had built up. “To start, we have to go back to the Purge. There were four of us on the last ship that left the omega temple before it was hit. Four omegas and the droid pilot with coordinates to Concordia. Only we didn’t get that far. As soon as we left the atmosphere, something was waiting. Something pulled us in.” 

Din nods. He knew most of this already from what you’d told him. The small bit you’d remembered after the suppressants. 

“It wasn’t pirates or smugglers. It was the Empire. I don’t know if it was your luck, or somehow they knew where we were heading...they pulled us in. I remember them breaking through the hatch. Stormtroopers flooding the hull. I don’t remember much after that. I woke up sometime later in what looked like a medical facility. There was a man there. His name was Doctor Ellezac. He was the head scientist for some division of the Empire. He knew a lot about us, about omegas and alphas. Too much to be coincidence.” 

Din shifts in his seat, hands closing into fists. The thought that it was the Empire that took the last of the omegas...it makes him angry. 

“They took us to some facility. They ran tests on us. They wanted to know how our instincts worked, how our abilities manifested, how they were controlled.” You wipe a tear from your cheek. “I don’t know how long we were there, but I remember when the Empire fell. They tried to get off world, tried to evacuate us somewhere else, but that’s when the pirates arrived. They thought it had been abandoned, but we were still there. The Empire took ten omegas. There were only three of us by the time the pirates came.” 

“They knew what you were.” Din says, trying to calm his raging alpha. 

You nod. “They knew what we were worth too. That’s when it started. The suppressants, being traded across the galaxy.” You shake your head. “If I had known...I wouldn’t have-” 

“I’m glad you did.” Din says. “Even if we’ve only killed seven of them, even if we can’t finish, I’m glad we at least gave some of them what they deserve.” 

You wipe another tear from your cheek. “I don’t know if we should continue. I-I mean...we could wind up in something bigger than just the two of us. If there’s remnants out there, if they find out...I don’t know if they’ll come for me again. I don’t want to put you in danger like that.” 

He leans forward, pulling you up from the passenger seat. “I made a promise when I mated you that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. That I would protect you and our pack. If that means fighting off the Empire again, then I would do it.” 

You climb into his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to have to fight the Empire. I-If something happened to you...” 

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” He says. “I think we should take a break.” 

You look up at his helmet, looking at the visor. “What?” 

“We’ll take a break. Find somewhere to lay low for a while. I know you’re stressed, and this new development is concerning.” He spins you back around, keeping you in his lap as he begins hitting buttons on the console. “I already found us a place.”  

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” You murmur. 

“You were asleep for a while.” He puts a hand on your back as the Crest hums to life, preparing to jump into hyperspace. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while too. You’re not as accustomed to this as I am, and it’s not your nature to run around the galaxy non-stop. We have enough credits for now. We can worry about what’s next later.” 

You press your nose into his neck, breathing him in for a moment. You can’t sense what he’s feeling, the beskar and his flightsuit blocking you from reaching his neck. You don't move to remove his helmet, not feeling like you’re in a good enough place to do something so bold. 

“Din...” You murmur after a few moments, the blue of hyperspace flashing around you. “I’m sorry.” 

He tightens his hold on you, the hand that had been on your back sliding up to the back of your neck. “Don’t.” 

Tears spring into your eyes, your body pressing closer to his out of pure instinct. He lets go of you for a moment to pull his helmet off, letting it clunk to the floor. You immediately press your face against his throat, breathing him in. He’s not angry, not at you. His scent is thick with worry and the sharp edge of protectiveness alphas projected when their clans were in danger. 

“I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I never wanted you to get hurt.” He says, pressing his face into the top of your head. 

“You couldn’t have known.” You murmur against his neck. “It was always a risk.” 

He tightens his hold on you for a moment. “I should have done more. I should have tried harder.” 

“I was the one that asked to do this.” You say, pulling back to look in his eyes. There’s tears in them. “Maybe...maybe we need this break. Like you said...we can worry about what happens next later.” 

He pulls you back in, holding you until the ship drops from hyperspace. 

**** A Few Weeks Later ****

The warm breeze feels good against your skin. The sand is warm against your bare feet, your toes digging in, enjoying the feel. It’s not like the sand on Tatooine. This place couldn’t be more different than Tatooine. 

Blue water stretches as far as you can see in front of you. It’s bluer than you’ve ever seen. Behind you stretches a line of trees, only broken by the small shack you had been staying in. There’s no one on the small island but you, most of the inhabitants on the larger island a short boat ride to the South. 

You’re very much in love with this planet. You could stay here forever, basking in the warm sunlight on the beach. When Din had first landed here, it had been in the midst of a storm and you had been skeptical. By the time you woke up the next day, the storm had cleared and left a bright blue sky behind. Storms were rare here, according to the locals. There hadn’t been one since the day you arrived. It had been nothing but beautiful weather, and you had been soaking up every minute of it you could. 

Arms wrap around your middle, pulling you back against the warm chest. You lean your head back against his shoulder, relaxing against him. “I could stay here forever.” 

“I know.” He says, kissing the top of your head. His bare hands trail up your arms, brushing along the sun-warmed skin. “Eventually we’ll need credits.” 

You pout. “I’m sure you could find a job doing something for the locals.” 

“I doubt they have much use for bounty hunters out here.” He says, turning you back towards the shack. 

“I wasn’t talking about bounty hunting.” You say. “You could be a fisherman.” 

He opens the door to the shack, giving you a look. 

You shrug. “What? You could! You’re good with repairs, I’m sure they could use a repairman or something.” 

“Don’t get any ideas.” He says, lifting you up and dropping you on the bed. 

“I know.” You sigh, pulling him down with you. “Boba might never forgive us if we moved to a planet like this without him.” 

He leans down, kissing you softly. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around him. “We need to get more supplies soon.” He murmurs against your lips, running his hand along your back. 

“Tomorrow.” You sigh, pressing closer to him. 

He shifts his body on top of yours, your thighs parting to welcome him. You tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head. It was a miracle you got him out of his armor, but after their confirmed solitude on the island, he loosened up. 

“I love you.” You murmur against his lips, drawing his body closer. 

“Kar'taylir darasuum.” He breathes, losing himself in you. 

***

“Do you ever miss it?” You ask as you sit on the porch of the shack. The sun is setting, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. 

“What?” He asks, pulling you closer against his side. 

“Being with the covert?” 

He stiffens a bit at your question. You hadn’t talked much about it, beyond him telling you about his exile. You know it’s a sensitive topic to him, but that’s what you had been doing during this break. Digging up all the ugly things, talking about them and working through them. 

“Sometimes.” He says honestly. “It was what I was raised in. Being in exile, hiding away...it’s not the way Mandalorians are supposed to live.” 

“Would you ever want to go back?” You ask. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, his fingers tracing patterns along your bare arm. The touch sends shivers through your body. “It would be impossible.” He says. “Mandalore is cursed. Going there to try and bathe in the Waters...it would be impossible.” 

You squeeze his side, offering him comfort. “I’d go with you, if you ever wanted to try.” 

He sighs, leaning his head on yours. “It would be too much of a risk.” 

Silence settles between you as you watch the sun set, turning the sky purple then grey as night begins to settle in. 

“What would you do, if nothing was standing in our way?” He asks you, breaking the silence. 

You chew your lip for a moment, thinking it through before sighing. “I’d get through my next heat. Then maybe decide what I want.” You shift just slightly in his arms. “It’s coming, in the next couple days.” 

“I know.” He says. “I can smell it.” 

“Do you want to leave?” You ask. 

“No.” He shakes his head. “We’ll ride it out here. Then like you said, we’ll decide what to do.” 

You rest your head back on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. It smells good, mixed with the salty air of the sea. You wish you could just stay here, but you know that’s not an option. 

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[bunnywritesjunk]

Hello everyone!

I just wanted to give a little update and show some ideas I have for future fanfics that will come. So I am moving across the country very soon from New York to California so I am pretty busy and stressed. Please give me grace with the next chapters of ruusaan, it is in the works. As for other fics I've listed my ideas below. I'm working on a miguel o'hara fic too right now it will be out soon. I'm gonna make a "who I write for/Fandom" post after this one. I might also do drabbles so feel free to request anything you might want! 💁🏾‍♀️

Na'vi miles quaritch x na'vi reader

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I did quite a bit of reading this month and hope you will have as much fun reading and sharing these stories as I have! Again, I want to say a great big THANK YOU to the writers on this list. You are incredible, thank you for sharing your works on this hellsite. ❤️

This list is alphabetical by fandom (mostly), then by character. Summaries and warnings are included as provided by the authors.

Read what you like and share what you love!

2022 reading list | fic rec masterlist

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The Mandalorian

Fever in my Eyes by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Reader Felucia was not an ideal planet to track a quarry on and you find yourself in a sticky situation when you lose sight of the Mandalorian for a moment. An unexpected standoff between Mando and the bounty leads to you escaping back to the Razor Crest, unaware of the pollen which seeped into your nostrils and past your skin. What will the bounty hunter do once he realizes what you’re asking of him? And more importantly, is it worth risking whatever relationship he has with you? Warnings: Smut and Angst, my two faves. Blindfold. Breeding Kink!!! Things are consensual from both sides but since this is a sex pollen fic, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

unfold me by @221bshrlocked Din Djarin x Female Reader Warnings: Hypothermia. Naked “cuddling.” Confessions. And just an overall emotional bucket of feels.

Marvel

Bad Date by @firefly-in-darkness Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Your date isn’t going well but a chance encounter with the Mafia King of Brooklyn changes your view on how your night is turning out.. Warnings: 18+, Smut, Swearing, Mafia/Mob vibes, mentions of violence, Sex, Praise, Degradation.

Dearly Beloved by @indyluckycharlie Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!Female Reader Against your will and your wishes, your powerful mafia father has arranged your marriage to the son of his closest ally. You have other plans. Warnings: Swearing. Angst. Violence. Threats of violence. Murder and implied murder.

the forest by @avintagekiss24 Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees. warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

Sundress by @princessmisery666 Steve Rogers x Female Reader Steve buys you a present, but it’s more for him. Warnings: smut, dom!Steve, language.

Last Laugh by @boxofbonesfic Steve Rogers x Comedian!Reader Your jokes land you in some hot water with their subject–Captain America. Turns out, America’s golden boy’s a bit of a bully–and you kind of like it. Warnings: Mean Steve, Sub!Reader, Smut, Light BDSM, Semi-public sex, MINORS DNI

Daisy Safe, Rose Wild by @kellyn1604 Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!OFC Steve Rogers is an Alpha on a mission. Find his wayward omega and bring her to heel. What he doesn’t count on is her determined spirit to bring him to his knees. Warnings- Soft! Dark. Non-violent non-con/dub-con. Angst, reluctance, estrous, knotting, claiming, a ton of explicit smut. No wolves or talk of pups…they’re people with a/b/o designations.

Let My Heart Bleed by @xbuchananbarnes Steve Rogers x Female Reader (she/her) Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. part of the you are the sun universe but can be read as a stand-alone.Warnings: S M U T,angst (an almost break up. Sorry about that, I’ve been on my feels), fluff, cursing, poorly edited. This takes place about seven months after CW (yay for nomad!Steve).

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight Thor x Female Reader Your lover - with the help of the stupidly large mirror you own - shows you just how desirable you really are to him... Warnings: Smut! Dirty talk. Insecurities (kind of). Sex in front of a mirror. Soft Dom Thor. 18+ ONLY PLEASE AND FUCKING THANK YOU.

Supernatural

Angel with a Shotgun by @gone-to-fight-the-fairies Castiel x Reader Castiel comes to the reader’s aid when she is put in danger because of his harbored feelings toward her. Warnings: none provided

Missing in Action by @talesmaniac89 Dean Winchester x Reader Dean, was hit by a spell cast by an apparently lovesick witch. And though your little group tries to keep him from her, he breaks free. Breaking your heart along the way. Warnings: Heartbreak, jealousy, betrayal, break up, ANGST, injuries, gunshots, blood, possible death, gun violence.

Need Me by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Sam is gone. Dean isn’t coping well but Emily can’t leave him.  Warnings: Grieving, smut, angst, smangst, angry Dean, alcoholism, toxic relationship, language, cheating (maybe).

Shared Grief (3 parts) by @princessmisery666 Dean Winchester x OFC Dean and Emily seek comfort together in their shared grief over losing Sam. In their desperation, they may be doing more hurt than healing. Disaster and salvation surprise them both. But all choices come with a price. Part 1 Warnings: smut, angst, grieving, cheating (sort of), bad decisions, betrayal, suicide mention, fluff, language, alcoholism, show level violence mentioned,

Whatcha Got There? by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) old artifacts, Dean being cute, shenanigans Warnings: none

Not a Dry Pair by @deanwinchesterswitch Rockstar!Dean Winchester x Female Reader A fun little glossed-over glimpse into the life of a 'groupie'. Warnings: 18+ NSFW, language, smut with practically no plot

Wasted by @girl-next-door-writes Dean Winchester x Reader You gave up everything for your happy ever after but what if your true happiness is sat drinking himself into oblivion in a bunker? Warnings: none provided

Hello Hello by @fluffiest-dreams Dean Winchester x Reader (she/her) Dean liked to suprise Y/N. Especially if he found a fun weakness in the process. Warnings: none provided

Run To You by @deanwinchesterswitch Dean Winchester x OFC Disillusioned by the world around her, Kasey has chosen to live a life of solitude. Accused of a crime he didn't commit, Dean escapes custody. On the run from the law and out to prove his innocence, he stumbles headlong into Kasey's life. The fateful encounter sets them on a winding path of desire, heartbreak, and perhaps the most incredible love they've ever known. However, time and the law are not on their side. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slow-burn, language, panic attack detailed (near end of story). Each chapter will have its own warnings.

I'm Not Mad by @fluffiest-dreams Jack Kline, Reader (she/her) Jack was still a child. Some things proved that more than others. Pure fluff Warnings: general spoilers for season 13, lil bit of Jack being insecure

Don't Die by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Y/N wanted to go on a hunt with Dean while Sam had to stay back with an injured leg. Neither of them was happy about it Warnings: fighting, brief misunderstanding, fluff

I Keep My Promises by @fluffiest-dreams Sam Winchester x Reader (she/her) Sam and Dean had just smoked out a nest of vampires when the two survivers decided to get revenge by kidnapping Y/N. Warnings: canon typical violence, kidnapping, angst, decapitation, blood (but I promise a happy ending)

Crossovers

I'll Be Seeing You by @navybrat817 Spy!Ari Levinson x Female Reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x Female Reader Ari has to let you go until a threat gives him a reason to come home. Warnings: Slight angst, break-up, adult themes, slight possessive behavior, Ari Levinson, (he is a warning)

American Beauty / American Psycho by @cockslut-padalecki Soldier Boy x Female Reader x Nomad!Steve Rogers Y/N wakes up to what should be every woman’s fantasy— sandwiched between the heroes of America as their own personal fuck toy. Warnings: Soldier Boy/Steve’s love/hate relationship, explicit sexual content, dub-con, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), double penetration, anal play, anal sex, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, mentions of oral sex (female and male receiving), deep throating, a little slapping, degradation, threats of cream pies to every orifice, 18+.

Other Characters

Nothin' Short of a Miracle by @starks-hero Roy O'Bannon x Female Reader The last person Roy knew that caught tuberculosis didn’t see the next month. But you’re strong and Roy doesn’t plan on giving up on you as long as you’re still fighting. Warnings: depictions of serious illness, a little bit of angst, fluff

RPF

Snack? by @jawritter Jensen Ackles x Female Reader The new Alpha on set wants you to take his “new’ face for a spin, and who the fuck can you tell him now? Warnings: Face riding, Possessive  behavior I guess? ABO dynamics, male masturbation. Light dirty talk. Language. Is it cheating if he has permission?

#just a girl reading fics in may 2022 #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dean winchester x reader #din djarin x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #thor x reader #soldier boy x reader #jensen ackles x reader

[silver-pieces]

mandalorian’s mercy part one

Previously ‘Are You Cold?’

Pairing: alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Synopsis: You are captured by a Mandalorian for your bounty, but the carbonite chamber isn’t working, so you’ll have to manage the transit fully conscious. One problem - you are an omega, and your blockers are about to run out.

Warnings: A/b/o dynamics, anxious/upset reader character, excessive pining, injury/healing scene

A/N: First post! this is all written by me so any mistakes are my own. If there is anything problematic in my work or anything that requires a warning that I didn't mention, please don't hesitate to let me know! Reblogs are always appreciated :)

Divider ❊ Masterlist ❊ More Din ❊ Taglist

Series Masterlist > Part Two

I'm not here.

You whisper those three words to the cleaner unit beeping at the door. It came by earlier this morning when you had arrived, but you hadn't let it in then either.

It thinks for a moment, whirring.

"Okay," it responds monotonously. "No room service required."

You breathe a sigh of relief and sit back against the door. Thank the maker for droids. Simple, quiet, droids.

As you listen to it whir away and beep at the room neighboring yours, you don't pick up any suspicious sounds. It should relieve you, but it doesn't. You still can't shake the feeling you are being watched.

A cramp in your abdomen has you gasping silently. The blockers.

Arm cradling your stomach, you stand up and go to the small dusty bench. There, the simple, damned container of Omega meds that had gotten you into this mess, stands on its own.

The bottle rattles hollowly as you snatch it up. You try not to panic - but it was so light. You are almost out, and then -

The cramp worsens, and you double over.

You have no more time. Already your mind has begun to recognize scents. Mostly Betas in the surrounding motel rooms.

One of the last remaining pills lands in the palm of your sweaty hand, and you quickly swallow it down. Your throat is dry and you almost choke on it, but your desperation to remain hidden wins out, and you force it down.

In your panic you don't hear the creaking floorboards from the hallway. But the beep and click of your door unlocking and opening is unmistakable.

There, in the entrance, stands a Mandalorian.

Your heartbeat thuds in your chest for one single second, before adrenaline takes over. There is no way you are getting past a Mandalorian, so you immediately turn back and surge for the single window.

The glass doesn't smash. You hit the window and bounce off it with a resounding crack. There is no time to curse your innate Omega weakness.

A shadow looms behind you. "Make this easy on yourself, kid." The filtered voice of the Mandalorian sounds so apathetic.

Panic flares as you looked around helplessly for a way out, but he is cornering you.

"Please," you try to say, but your vocal cords aren't working for some reason, so it comes out as a silent plea.

His hand rests on his blaster.

A few seconds of silence go by, and you realize he isn't going to say anything.

Even on the blockers, your submissive Omega nature wins out. You raise your hands in defeat. You force yourself not to shake in fear; to meet his visor's gaze, to breathe deeply and calmly. Hopefully, no-one told him what you are. Hopefully, without a scent to go by, he dismisses you as a Beta.

He gently takes your outstretched hands, and binds them together with a device that seals shut. Maker, this isn't good.

You are hauled out onto the streets of this backwater town. He mostly stays behind you, occasionally putting a hand on your back to steer you in one direction or another.

You wonder why people are staring at you with fear in their eyes, until you realize it's the bounty hunter behind you that they're scared of.

His ship is smaller than you thought it'd be for someone with beskar armor. You aren't given the tour, just pushed up the ramp and onto the deck.

You immediately recognize the carbonite chamber and your heart starts pumping wildly. Is he going to freeze you in there? You try to swallow down your panic as he pushes you past it. You realize if you're frozen, you won't have to worry about your blockers running out during transit. You won't have to worry about hiding your scent.

"Why aren't you freezing me?" you work up the courage to ask.

He finishes unloading his pack and taps your shoulder towards the entrance to what you assume is the cockpit.

You resist, feeling his form come dangerously close behind you. "I - I would rather be frozen," you say quietly. "Please."

Again, things are quiet for a moment. Then, you hear his voice modulated through the helmet for the second time. "Chamber's broken. Your bounty's paying for the repairs."

"Oh," you manage, before you are again nudged forward. You stumble, and catch yourself on the rungs. Repairs to a carbonite chamber would be… costly. How much was your bounty worth?

You quickly ascend to the cockpit and sit quietly in a back seat, as you struggle to find a way out of your predicament. Had he taken the pills? You can't remember. Maybe you could convince him to let you have them. They should last until you're out of this ship.

Otherwise, you will have to tell him the truth, before he finds out the hard way.

The problem with the blockers was that you can't recognize other people's scents either. You can't tell if the Mandalorian is a Beta or an Alpha. You hope beyond hope he is a Beta, but something about the way he exudes masculinity, silent and dangerous as he sits back in the pilot's seat with his legs spread, makes you nervous.

The silence is endless.

Seriously, you can’t bring yourself to break the tension in the cockpit. He sits perfectly still and for a time you wonder if he's fallen asleep, before he leans forward to flick a few switches.

You watch his every move with bated breath.

Finally, after what must be hours, his helmet turns as he observes you.

You have made the back seat your home for the time being. The chair is a little too big for you, and so you've managed to curl up in it to foster a tiny kernel of warmth. Your tired eyes open more as you stare back at him.

A moment later and he's still staring, almost as if he's trying to figure something out.

Shit. You had curled up on instinct but you saw it now. You were acting like an Omega. Quickly you unfolded yourself and sat properly in the chair, eyes darting around the room to find something else to stare at.

"How old are you?"

Your gaze instantly darts back to the Mandalorian sitting in front of you as you hear him speak again. Maker, his baritone voice through that helmet sounds good.

"Twenty-five," you respond. They didn't tell him that?

He turns back to face ahead a moment later.

You don't know if you had managed to sleep, or if you were just laying there in silence. You had lost track of time a while ago, and now you just listen to the quiet hum of the ship, lulling you into darkness.

Until you realize you have a need you can't ignore.

Clenching your thighs together, you clear your throat. "I need t-to relieve myself." It comes out more as a question than a statement, and you wish you hadn't said anything.

His chair turns to you as he stands up.

Bringing you back down the ladder, you are reminded just how small this ship is. He only takes a few steps before he is on the other side of the ship, opening the door to the tiny bathroom.

You hold your hands out, still bound together, for him to unlock.

With a few button presses in places you couldn't reach, he deactivates the device. Your arms suddenly feel light as the weight is lifted off you, and you stretch for the first time.

His helmet angles down at you.

You barely have a chance to react before he grabs your left wrist gently but quickly.

"What are you - ah!" you cut yourself off with a cry of pain as he inspects the bruises on your forearm. "Must have been from the window."

He lets go, but stays put. You watch him with wide eyes for a moment, unsure if you're supposed to be waiting for him to say something. Why is he just standing there? Lost in thought again?

"Excuse me," you say quietly.

He steps to the side to let you pass.

You take care of your business quickly. A quick, private moment, allows you to reassess your situation.

You pull your sleeves down and breathe deeply. It is now or never.

Opening the door, you prepare to ask him a question, when you see he's laid out some items on the crate. Shiny, metallic objects.

You can't help it, your stomach drops and you clutch the side wall for support. "P-please don't - "

He stiffens at your voice and quickly turns around.

He's holding a needle.

"What are you going to do to me?" you gasp. He has no reason to torture you, right? He can't possibly know - surely you still have a few hours on the blocker before your scent reappears. Unless they had told him. Had they?

"Relax. It's just bacta."

You stare at him, uncomprehending. He's said about four sentences to you and you can't get over the sound of his voice.

"For your arm?" He explains patiently.

Oh. Oh.

You pull your sleeves down again, and tentatively step forward. "Why?" Why waste it on a prisoner?

A modulated sigh is your only response, as though he thinks you should already know the answer.

You hold your arm out, pulling your sleeve up, and look away with your eyes closed. "Okay, just do it." You aren't the biggest fan of needles.

There's a brief moment of shuffling as he prepares it, then, you feel his bare hand on yours, supporting you. Rough, calloused, and warm.

Heat floods your arm and you breathe a sigh of relief. He’s taken his gloves off. It's as if he knows exactly what you need to calm you down. But, you know it can't be that. He probably just needs more control over his hands so he can administer the bacta properly.

A slight prick, and then he's letting you go.

Aches settle over your forearm as you move it, but it's a good, healing ache. You flex your hand and smile for a brief moment, before remembering you'll probably be restrained again soon.

The med kit clinks together as he finishes packing it away. His large, tan hands have no trouble handling the delicate instruments, and you tuck that piece of knowledge away.

He surveys the crates for a moment once he's done, and you realize he's looking for his gloves. You quickly hold them out to him, too flustered to meet his gaze. You hoped the small act might foster some form of respect, at the least.

They're back on his hands in a matter of seconds, but he spends more time strapping and fastening them.

Now or never, you remind yourself.

"Did you bring the meds?" You pretend not to seem too interested. You can't even meet his gaze - his visor.

"Meds?"

You nod. "The ones in my room. They were on the bench when you… when you arrived."

He's almost finished fastening his glove when he pauses.

That's when the first pang hits your abdomen. No. You couldn't have burned through it already. It was supposed to last at least eight hours!

Shit. Shit, shit shit shit shit SHIT. How long were you half asleep up there?

But you don't have time for these thoughts as you are brought out of your pain by his voice.

"Stars… are you - ?"

"No," you grit out, but your nostrils flare as you struggle to breathe, and suddenly you are overwhelmed with a scent that screams Alpha.

The second pang hits, signifying the end of your blocker, and all your senses heighten in a rush.

Suddenly it is crystal clear to you that you are in the middle of an Alpha's home. The scents are overwhelming. This ship is his territory, and you are right in the middle of it.

The wave passes. You groan, realizing you hadn't been paying attention for a few seconds.

He's backed up to the other side of the small space. His helmet follows your movement as you straighten up and lean on the wall.

Your whole body locks as he observes you. The need to submit is bad. Your mind is flooded with images of presenting for him, allowing him to scent you, touching you with those hands.

It's been so long on blockers, you struggle to regain control of your hormones. You are sure he can scent the mess you're in. Arousal has begun to grow in your core, producing wetness between your legs that will surely stain your panties. You're not sure you can make any good decisions right now.

So you wait for him to make the first move.

Minutes go by, and you're panting, burning up against the cool metal of the wall. You could curl up and fall asleep right here, running on fumes. Or you could break this tension by approaching him, stripping, and kneeling. Hoping he accepts you. Stars you want to.

He's been so perfectly still for so long. You can feel his heated gaze, even through the vizor.

Tell me what you need me to do, you feel like saying.

Finally he speaks. "Omega." His voice is gravelly and low, like he's restraining himself.

You can't help it; a whine rises in your throat as you hear his voice again. His voice. Him. Calling you Omega. You shift your legs and dig your hips farther into the wall as arousal seeps through your panties. They must be ruined.

He growls at you.

"Fuck," you moan, as the sound of his growl causes a fresh wave of wet arousal between your legs, "Mandalorian, sir, please I - "

"Quiet."

Your mouth shuts instantly, running on instinct. It somehow turns you on even more, how he barks out an order and you obey.

"You need to get yourself under control."

You grit your teeth and lean your forehead against the wall, shaking your head. His voice is torturing you, and you want more.

"Omega. Control yourself."

You whimper.

The Alpha's command is like magic. It cannot be disobeyed. Slowly, you build up your walls like you learnt to before. To calm down your scent and force yourself to think properly.

A few deep breaths later, you feel calm enough to get off the wall.

He's still staring at you, his whole body tense under his armour.

"I am so sorry," you say. You're terrified of what he will do, and at the same time your newly awakened instincts are screaming at you to offer yourself up to him completely.

His shoulders sag, and he approaches you. The restraints are left behind on the floor, but you barely notice as he stops in front of you. You have to look up to meet his gaze.

For a moment you fear he won't say a thing. That he'll just go back to stoic silence and you won't have any idea what to do.

Then, he speaks softly.

"Are you cold?"

Series Masterlist > Part Two

#mandalorian #a/b/o #a/b/o smut #mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin x reader #din x reader #star wars #fanfiction #alpha mandalorian #alpha x omega #omegaverse #sil's writing

[bumblebeezer]

Omggg I read your alpha!din/omega!reader one shot where he’s giving her his cloak for her nest and it was absolute cuteness!! Can I maybe request like a continuation to that? Or maybe a one shot with them bonding or scenting? Whichever one you want! Thank you so much!! ❤️

Of course I can, lovely!!!  I’m so sorry for the literal MONTHS it took me to complete this request.  I hope you enjoy nonetheless.  Short n’ sweet.  

Goodnight Kiss 

You both tense as you feel him lay behind you in the carefully arranged nest.  The air feels still and eerily silent save for the content chirping of the child as he cuddles up under your chin.  You can sense his discomfort and he in turn can sense yours, the two of you worrying creating an unending cycle of more worry and more discomfort.  Was this a mistake?  Why did you ask him to lay in your nest with you-it’s not like he’s your alpha.  He’s just-the alpha who lets you nest with blankets and garments swimming in his scent.  The alpha whose child you mother on the regular.  The alpha whose arm has slowly snaked its way around your waist.  

You gasp quietly when you feel his arm settle around you, as he slowly lets his full weight cover you.  In an instant, the overthinking plaguing your mind ceases, and your mind is filled only with thoughts of your alpha.  Of the crackled breathing coming from his vocoder, of the air sweet with his scent, of how you feel consumed by him in the most delightful way.  

After a moment, you let yourself relax beneath the alpha’s strong, heavy arm.  You smile at the train of warmth and comfort the three of you have created, and the child chirps happily again as he realizes the mandalorian’s arm is cradling your own.  

When he realizes your arm is cradling the child-his child, he takes a moment to compose himself as the emotions fight for supremacy inside his mind, nearly overwhelming him.  You’re not his omega, and you might be doused in his scent at the moment, but it isn’t like you’ve done anything…intimate.  Besides nesting together.  And besides parenting the same adopted child together.  And besides scenting.  Wait-Scenting? 

The air is soaked with pheromones and in an instinct-induced haze, Din’s hand has traveled form your waist to the arm cradling his child, to your wrist.  His hands-gloveless-are now rubbing at the scent gland on your wrist, sending you into a tingly, omega-spaced slumber.  

Din lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding when he hears your quiet snores, and with a sigh, he gently tilts the front of his helmet until it rests against the back of your head.  He’s come this far, so what’s the harm in giving his omega you a goodnight kiss?  

#request #alpha mando #alpha din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #omega reader #alpha din djarin x omega reader #pedro pascal character #pedro pascal character x reader

[clonewarslover55]

Republic Commando Masterlist

Find my masterlist of links here! 

Non-Repcomm clone masterlist here!

Began: originally  6/16/20

Updated: 3/19/23

Walon Vau and Mird 

(Find my works with him and my OC on my AO3 or on their own masterlist here!)

Walon Vau’s early life story

Walon Vau’s homeworld, Irmenu.

Walon Vau weapon headcanons

How Jango and Vau bonded //Working on now//

How Vau joined the Mandalorians //Working on now//

Walon Vau taking care of Kad 

Reasons why I love Vau 

Even Strill’s throw hissy fits 

Walon Vau face claim //Maybe//

How Tall is Vau?

Vau’s eyes 

Walon Vau’s cock headcanons //NSFW//

Another lesson from Sergeant Vau

Warming you up. Walon Vau X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Mandalorians don’t fight fairly

A cold grab on Kal and Walon

Drunken fun with Walon and Kal 

Walon Vau and Kal Skirata hate sex //NSFW obv//

Kal Skirata 

Kal Skirata face claim

Kal Skirata height discussion 

Kal Skirata’s cock headcanons //NSFW//

Spending the day with Kal Skirata  Kal X Reader //Fluff//

Kal Skirata wears glasses

Kal Skirata and his IKEA foldable stool //Six parts all linked//

Mandalorians don’t fight fairly

A cold grab on Kal and Walon

Drunken fun with Walon and Kal

Walon Vau and Kal Skirata hate sex //NSFW obv//

Delta Squad and Advisor 

Advisor relationship headcanons //NSFW and SFW//

Delta squad relationship headcanons //NSFW and SFW//

Delta squad personalities explained 

What the Delta Squad looks like headcanons

The Delta Squad Boys as fathers headcanons

Delta Squad chaos: Lord Mirdalin

Delta Squad Chaos: Gossip

Tales around the fire with the Delta’s, Omega’s and Null’s  //Adult content//

Snow day snuggles with Scorch

The curious young Delta’s

Sev’s first time being pegged //NSFW//Sev X Fem!Reader

Fixer’s first time being pegged //NSFW// Fixer X Fem!Reader 

Boss’s first time being pegged //NSFW// Boss X Fem!Reader

Scorch’s first time being pegged (Currently being discussed)

Fingering Boss. Boss X GN!Reader //NSFW//

Rescue mission

Another lesson from Sergeant Vau

Calming Sev down while he’s having a panic attack //FLUFF//

Sev asking for more babies

Boss’s punishment //NSFW//’

Having a secret marriage with Scorch headcanons

Dad!Sev Headcanons

Fixer X Fem!Reader  //SMUT//

Boss X Fem!Reader !NSFW! //Part two// //Part three//

Fixer X Reader

Fixer is sweet and awkard //Fixer X Reader//

Fixer X Fem!Reader !!NSFW!!

Fluffy Sev X reader 

Scorch X Fem!Reader !NSFW!

Sev X Curvy!Busty!Fem!Reader !NSFW!

Scorch Angst

Delta Squads biggest fans. Part one 

Omega Squad 

Omega squad relationship headcanons

Omega Squad personalities explained

Fi comforting the reader after a horrible week

Oral sex and pillow talk with Fi //NSFW and FLUFF//

Story time with Darman Skirata

Kids are chaotic! Darman and Etain fluff

Stress relief. Niner X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Null ARC’s 

Null realtionship headcanons //NSFW and SFW//

The Null’s with kids Headcanons

Breakfast with the Null’s

Null Chaos! Starring petty brother things

Null Chaos! Starring Jaing’s new gloves

Null Chaos! starring A’den

Welcome home sex with A'den. A'den X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Teaching Ordo. Captain Ordo X Fem!Reader //SMUT//

Sleepy Kom’rk cuddles

Hooking up with Mereel //SMUT//

Kom’rk blurb

Being Marked up by Mereel //SMUT//

A teasing game with Mereel //NSFW//

Singing with A’den

Mereel X Non!Mando Trans!Fem reader!!

Alpha Arc’s from the books 

Sull(Alpha-30) Relationship and general headcanons

Captain Maze general headcanons

Maze and his new baby

#my stuff #republic commando #republic commando novels #republic commando series #republic commando game #Repcomm #repcom #delta squad #Walon vau’s boys #boss #Scorch #Fixer #kal skirata #Walon Vau #omega squad #darman skirata #fi skirata #corr skirata #atin skirata #niner skirata #the nulls #null arc #null troopers #null trooper #ordo skirata #mereel skirata #jaing skirata #prudii skirata #a'den skirata #kom'rk skirata

[absurdthirst]

The Mandalorian MasterList

**All ratings are individual to each story. Read warnings and tags at the top of the stories.

Requested Scenarios 

Hidden Desires Series MasterList

Frozen Series MasterList

Riduurok Series MasterList

Stress Relief

Midnight Excursions

Muffled Sounds

Prey

Just Pleasure

Chemical Feelings - Sex Pollen

Body Heat

Gut Wrenching - Sex Pollen

Secrets - Virgin!Mando

Tradition

The Cave

In The Darkness

Unusual Situation {Mando x F!Reader x Ezra}

The Box - F!Mando!Reader

The View

Bred - Alpha!Mando

Needs

Me’dinuir {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

The Deal {Mando x F!Reader x Cobb Vanth}

The Hot Springs

Close Quarters

Heavy Is The Head That Wears The Beskar

The Face Beneath The Beskar

Kar’ta

Bittersweet Goodbye

The Path (Soulmate AU) (3000 Follower Give Away Fic)

The Throne - King!Din

Cantina Copulation

Le Trio de Fleur - Sex Pollen {Mando x F!Reader x Paz Vizsla}

Aliit

Beskar Bordello

Dreams vs. Reality

Blue Crush - Sex Pollen

Do It Now

The Mand’alor - F!Mando!Reader

Carbonite Cyar’ika {Mando x F!Reader x Poe Dameron}

The Mand’alor’s Riduur - F!Mando!Reader

The Return of the Mandalorian

Dosed - Sex Pollen

Bacta Bonding

Winning Stakes

All Access Card

One Night on Tatooine

Simply Din Djarin

Driven By Power

The Covert Cantina

The Future of Mandalore

Vivid - Sex Pollen

Unexpectedly Mated {Alpha!Mando x F!Omega!Reader}

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian x f!reader #the mandalorian smut #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian fanfic #mando x reader #mando x you #mando x f!reader #mando smut #mando imagine #mando fanfic #din djarin #mando #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin smut #din djarin fanfic #din djarin imagine #the mandalorian masterlist #absurdthirst masterlist

[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct, Part 11

Summary: Omegas were rare. Some even thought them extinct. So when Boba contacts Din saying he has a gift Din can’t refuse, the last thing he expects to find is an omega in need of an alpha. Din has to make the hard decision, but what else was he really doing anyways? But naturally, there’s more to this omega than meets the eye.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC

Warnings: Injuries, blood, PTSD, some light medical stuff, The Empire, A/B/O

A/N: Uhhh yeah, it's been a minute with this one. I probably shouldn't say I had most of this one written up already, but I couldn't decide where I wanted to take the story. Well, I've decided now so I can confidently finish this one up.

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It doesn’t hurt. 

Kai had felt a lot of pain in her lifetime, but the stab wound is almost nothing. Or maybe she’s just gone numb. She had practically seen the shift in Din as he’d stood there, staring at the red on her fingers, the red staining her shirt. 

She’s not sure when exactly he’d stabbed her. She hadn’t felt it in the haze of adrenaline. She’s not sure where the knife is either. 

Din had approached her, taking one look at the wound before lifting her into his arms. She could sense the change in him, the detachment. He had one instinct in that moment and that was to get her help. She feels dizzy, vision in and out as she stares up at the sky. It’s blue, very blue. 

The blue fades to white as he enters the medical center. Her arms and legs have begun to tingle. Was she going to pass out? She’s bleeding a lot. She can feel it. She squints up at the ceiling as Din lays her on the hard exam table. He’s scared, she can scent it under the tang of blood. 

She blinks as her vision fades in and out, someone coming to stand over her. She doesn’t recognize them...no. She does.

“No...no...please!” She struggles, but her limbs are restrained. 

“It’s alright.” He speaks quietly, leaning down closer to her. “Everything will be alright.” A bright light in her eyes. She feels far away, like her body is floating right out into space. 

“No!” She cries, weakly fighting the urge to sleep. “No!” 

“Everything’s going to be just fine.” 

****

His hands are shaking. 

He had felt the shift in his brain, his mind shutting down as soon as he saw the red on her fingers. He had acted purely on instinct, moving to catch her before she fell. He had held her up, analyzing the wound oozing thick red liquid for half a second before scooping her into his arms. He’d walked out the front door, uncaring of the police droids making their way down the street. 

He’d been totally numb as he carried her to the nearest medical facility. He could have taken her back to the Crest, but it was too far, and he wasn’t sure a simple bacta patch would work fast enough. The wound was deep and clean, the straight edge of the vibroblade meant to make the wound bleed and bleed. 

She had been awake the whole time, though her gaze had been hazy. He’d been rushed back into a room, the Nautolan doctor jumping right in to try and help. 

That was when everything had gone wrong. 

Kai had started fighting, struggling against the doctor and nurses. She had been screaming, eyes far away like she was seeing something else. He had managed to get her calm enough for them to administer a sedative. He had held her until she was unconscious and limp, the bloody smear on the front of his chestplate as she’d reached out for him. 

“Buir.” 

His hands are still shaking, the event playing over and over in his head. He’d never seen her like that before. He had been scared of her possibly losing control and her omega coming out, but it seemed she was somewhere else entirely. She had never spoken about anything like that, nor had Boba mentioned any aversion to medical centers or doctors. 

Maybe it had been deeply buried far below, repressed by years of suppressants. 

He’s worried. Whatever she had been seeing, it had been bad enough for her to call out for her parents. She never talked about them, never mentioned them beyond the night she’d told him how she got off Mandalore. They likely hadn’t made it, like so many others. That was a harsh reality to face, one he knew well. 

He stares at her peaceful face. She’s still unconscious, the bacta working quickly to heal the stab wound. He feels guilty. She was here because of him. He had failed to consider that they might have known about him, about his quest. She had gotten hurt because of him, because of his mistake. 

He wants to call it quits, wants to load her onto the ship and fly back to Tatooine, but he knows he can’t. If she wanted to continue, he would, even if it was a bad decision. 

They have a lot to discuss when she wakes. He stares down at the smear on his chestplate. Just what exactly was that outburst? What had happened to her that had caused that kind of reaction? 

******

“Hello. My name is Doctor Ellezac. I am the chief scientist on this vessel. I will be overseeing you.” She flinches away from the hands that reach for her face. “How are you feeling?” 

“Where am I? Where is my buir?” She asks, voice thin sounding from the dryness in her throat. 

“You are on a transport vessel heading for a research base.” He pries her mouth open, looking inside. “Don’t worry. You will be well cared for.” 

She jerks her head away, glaring at him. “Where are the others?” She remembered the transport taking them to Concordia. The four omegas, the last four to make it off Mandalore alive. 

“Don’t worry. They’re being looked after.” He turns, grabbing something off a table. “It’s very fascinating to me, your kind. The ‘second gender’ Mandalorians utilize. All beings carry the ability, but the mechanics of it have been lost to most of us for centuries. Except for the Mandalorians.” He turns back to her, a syringe in hand. “The ‘instincts’ as you call them, are incredible. Heightened senses, increased strength, enhanced regeneration, among many other benefits.” 

She struggles against the restraints holding her to the bed as he sinks the syringe into her arm. He draws her blood, pulling from her until she begins to feel dizzy. 

“You’re going to be a great help to us.” He says, looking down at her. “You’ll be a great help to the Empire.” 

*****

Kai jolts as she wakes, hands gripping the blankets tightly. She’s wrapped tightly in blankets and a cloak, buried deep in Din’s scent. The whirring of the engines and the subtle shake of the ship tells her she’s in the Crest. 

It takes her a moment, but she remembers everything. They had been hunting their next targets, when everything had gone wrong. She’d been stabbed and Din had taken her to a medical facility. 

She had seen him. 

In truth, she had forgotten it entirely in the haze of memories before awakening from suppressants. It seemed like a long time ago, because it had been a long time ago. She couldn’t have guessed she’d react in such a way. She hadn’t reacted like that on Tatooine when the medical droid had looked over her. She hadn’t reacted that way any of the times Boba’s medical droid had treated her. 

Maybe simply because she didn’t remember. 

She remembers now. She remembers everything. 

She manages to free herself from the cocoon of blankets, keeping Din’s cloak around her. It smells like him. It smells safe. She stands, stretching her side a bit. Her fingers slip under her shirt, feeling the smooth skin underneath. Not even a mark. 

She climbs up the ladder, knowing Din is in the cockpit. He’ll have questions, and she’ll answer them. It’s dark in the cockpit, the Crest drifting through space. Din is seated in the pilot’s chair, back to her as she enters. She sits in one of the passenger seats, bundling herself in his cloak. 

“We need to talk about it.” He says, keeping his gaze forward. 

“I know.” She says. “First I need you to know, I didn’t remember. I didn’t remember any of it until now.” 

“You were screaming. Calling out for your parents.” He says, voice pinched. “As soon as you saw the doctor it was like you’d lost your mind.” 

“I wasn’t there. I was somewhere else. Somewhere worse. I didn’t know it wasn’t happening again.” She swallows the lump in her throat. “I’m sorry if I caused a scene. I’m sorry if I made things difficult, but please don’t be mad, I really didn’t remember exactly-” 

“I’m not mad.” He says, finally turning around. “I just want to know what you saw that caused a reaction like that.” 

She nods, taking a shaky breath, trying to calm the nerves that had built up. “To start, we have to go back to the Purge. There were four of us on the last ship that left the omega temple before it was hit. Four omegas and the droid pilot with coordinates to Concordia. Only we didn’t get that far. As soon as we left the atmosphere, something was waiting. Something pulled us in.” 

Din nods. He knew most of this already from what she’d told him. The small bit she’d remembered after the suppressants. 

“It wasn’t pirates or smugglers. It was the Empire. I don’t know if it was sheer luck, or somehow they knew where we were heading...they pulled us in. I remember them breaking through the hatch. Stormtroopers flooding the hull. I don’t remember much after that. I woke up sometime later in what looked like a medical facility. There was a man there. His name was Doctor Ellezac. He was the head scientist for some division of the Empire. He knew a lot about us, about omegas and alphas. Too much to be coincidence.” 

Din shifts in his seat, hands closing into fists. The thought that it was the Empire that took the last of the omegas...it makes him angry. 

“They took us to some facility. They ran tests on us. They wanted to know how our instincts worked, how our abilities manifested, how they were controlled.” She wipes a tear from her cheek. “I don’t know how long we were there, but I remember when the Empire fell. They tried to get off world, tried to evacuate us somewhere else, but that’s when the pirates arrived. They thought it had been abandoned, but we were still there. The Empire took ten omegas. There were only three of us by the time the pirates came.” 

“They knew what you were.” Din says, trying to calm his raging alpha. 

She nods. “They knew what we were worth too. That’s when it started. The suppressants, being traded across the galaxy.” She shakes her head. “If I had known...I wouldn’t have-” 

“I’m glad you did.” Din says. “Even if we’ve only killed seven of them, even if we can’t finish, I’m glad we at least gave some of them what they deserve.” 

She wipes another tear from her cheek. “I don’t know if we should continue. I-I mean...we could wind up in something bigger than just the two of us. If there’s remnants out there, if they find out...I don’t know if they’ll come for me again. I don’t want to put you in danger like that.” 

He leans forward, pulling her up from the passenger seat. “I made a promise when I mated you that I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. That I would protect you and our pack. If that means fighting off the Empire again, then I would do it.” 

Kai climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I don’t want you to have to fight the Empire. I-If something happened to you...” 

“Nothing is going to happen to me.” He says. “I think we should take a break.” 

Kai looks up at his helmet, looking at the visor. “What?” 

“We’ll take a break. Find somewhere to lay low for a while. I know you’re stressed, and this new development is concerning.” He spins them back around, keeping her in his lap as he begins hitting buttons on the console. “I already found us a place.”  

“You’ve put a lot of thought into this.” She murmurs. 

“You were asleep for a while.” He puts a hand on her back as the Crest hums to life, preparing to jump into hyperspace. “I’ve been thinking about this for a while too. You’re not as accustomed to this as I am, and it’s not your nature to run around the galaxy non-stop. We have enough credits for now. We can worry about what’s next later.” 

Kai presses her nose into her neck, breathing him in for a moment. She can’t sense what he’s feeling, the beskar and his flightsuit blocking her from reaching his neck. She doesn’t move to remove his helmet, not feeling like she’s in a good enough place to do something so bold. 

“Din...” She murmurs after a few moments, the blue of hyperspace flashing around them. “I’m sorry.” 

He tightens his hold on her, the hand that had been on her back sliding up to the back of her neck. “Don’t.” 

Tears spring into her eyes, her body pressing closer to his out of pure instinct. He lets go of her for a moment to pull his helmet off, letting it clunk to the floor. She immediately presses her face against his throat, breathing him in. He’s not angry, not at her. His scent is thick with worry and the sharp edge of protectiveness alphas projected when their clans were in danger. 

“I shouldn’t have put you in that position. I never wanted you to get hurt.” He says, pressing his face into the top of her head. 

“You couldn’t have known.” She murmurs against his neck. “It was always a risk.” 

He tightens his hold on her for a moment. “I should have done more. I should have tried harder.” 

“I was the one that asked to do this.” She says, pulling back to look in his eyes. There’s tears in them. “Maybe...maybe we need this break. Like you said...we can worry about what happens next later.” 

He pulls her back in, holding her until the ship drops from hyperspace. 

**** A Few Weeks Later ****

The warm breeze feels good against her skin. The sand is warm against her bare feet, her toes digging in, enjoying the feel. It’s not like the sand on Tatooine. This place couldn’t be more different than Tatooine. 

Blue water stretches as far as she can see in front of her. It’s bluer than she’s ever seen. Behind her stretches a line of trees, only broken by the small shack they had been staying in. There’s no one on the small island but them, most of the inhabitants on the larger island a short boat ride to the South. 

She’s very much in love with this planet. She could stay here forever, basking in the warm sunlight on the beach. When Din had first landed here, it had been in the midst of a storm and she had been skeptical. By the time they woke up the next day, the storm had cleared and left a bright blue sky behind. Storms were rare here, according to the locals. There hadn’t been one since the day they arrived. It had been nothing but beautiful weather, and Kai had been soaking up every minute of it she could. 

Arms wrap around her middle, pulling her back against the warm chest. She leans her head back against his shoulder, relaxing against him. “I could stay here forever.” 

“I know.” He says, kissing the top of her head. His bare hands trail up her arms, brushing along the sun-warmed skin. “Eventually we’ll need credits.” 

Kai pouts. “I’m sure you could find a job doing something for the locals.” 

“I doubt they have much use for bounty hunters out here.” He says, turning her back towards the shack. 

“I wasn’t talking about bounty hunting.” She says. “You could be a fisherman.” 

He opens the door to the shack, giving her a look. 

Kai shrugs. “What? You could! You’re good with repairs, I’m sure they could use a repairman or something.” 

“Don’t get any ideas.” He says, lifting her up and dropping her on the bed. 

“I know.” She sighs, pulling him down with her. “Boba might never forgive us if we moved to a planet like this without him.” 

He leans down, kissing her softly. She kisses him back, wrapping her arms around him. “We need to get more supplies soon.” He murmurs against her lips, running his hand along her back. 

“Tomorrow.” She sighs, pressing closer to him. 

He shifts his body on top of hers, her thighs parting to welcome him. She tugs at his shirt, pulling it over his head. It was a miracle she got him out of his armor, but after their confirmed solitude on the island, he loosened up. 

“I love you.” She murmurs against his lips, drawing his body closer. 

“Kar'taylir darasuum.” He breathes, losing himself in her. 

***

“Do you ever miss it?” She asks as they sit on the porch of the shack. The sun is setting, painting the sky in oranges and pinks. 

“What?” He asks, pulling her closer against his side. 

“Being with the covert?” 

He stiffens a bit at her question. They hadn’t talked much about it, beyond him telling her about his exile. She knows it’s a sensitive topic to him, but that’s what they had been doing during this break. Digging up all the ugly things, talking about them and working through them. 

“Sometimes.” He says honestly. “It was what I was raised in. Being in exile, hiding away...it’s not the way Mandalorians are supposed to live.” 

“Would you ever want to go back?” She asks. 

He’s quiet for a few moments, his fingers tracing patterns along her bare arm. The touch sends shivers through her body. “It would be impossible.” He says. “Mandalore is cursed. Going there to try and bathe in the Waters...it would be impossible.” 

She squeezes his side, offering him comfort. “I’d go with you, if you ever wanted to try.” 

He sighs, leaning his head on hers. “It would be too much of a risk.” 

Silence settles between them as they watch the sun set, turning the sky purple then grey as night begins to settle in. 

“What would you do, if nothing was standing in our way?” He asks her, breaking the silence. 

She chews her lip for a moment, thinking it through before sighing. “I’d get through my next heat. Then maybe decide what I want.” She shifts just slightly in his arms. “It’s coming, in the next couple days.” 

“I know.” He says. “I can smell it.” 

“Do you want to leave?” She asks. 

“No.” He shakes his head. “We’ll ride it out here. Then like you said, we’ll decide what to do.” 

She rests her head back on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. It smells good, mixed with the salty air of the sea. She wishes they could just stay here, but she knows that’s not an option. 

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