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flowersforjude · 1 year

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𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | A night in a beautiful meadow and an innocent question leads to a startling confession.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,422

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Literally none. Just an oblivious reader and nervous Din. Fluff rised to the max.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | Guy’s, this made me weep with how cute it is. So, just fair warning I guess?

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Like most things, it started with a simple question.

“Cyar’ika, can you hand me that wrench?”

You were helping Din with some repairs on the Crest when you heard that word for the hundredth time.

As you picked up the tool, your mind wrestled with the wandering thoughts of what that word meant. Din called you that all the time. He’d throw some others in the mix every once in a while.

Mesh’la.

Cyar.

Cyar’ika was the most common, though. You didn’t speak a bit of Mando’a, so you had no clue what he was calling you. He could be calling you the worst thing ever, and you wouldn’t even know. But even with his rough exterior, you highly doubted that he was referring to you as anything too horrible.

With every cyar, mesh’la, or cyar’ika your curiosity grew. But you didn’t voice your questions out of fear that you’d overstep some invisible boundary. You and Din were close—well, as close as the Mandalorian would let himself get to you. He’d told you his true name, so you counted that as progress. He still had so many secrets, though. So you didn’t want to push him to reveal stuff he wasn’t ready for. You would take whatever he’d give you. You would have him, however you could.

But sometimes your interest was almost too much.

Like at daybreak when he would touch your shoulder oh so gently and say, “Good morning, cyar.” In that deep, velvety cadence his voice had in the mornings.

Or when you’d just had a close call on a mission and he would rush to you, frantic, and place his hands on your cheeks. “Are you alright, cyar’ika? Are you hurt?” The words would leave his lips in a hurry and sometimes jumble together. You knew what he was saying nonetheless.

It was those moments when he showed you gentleness, concern, and care that you found it hard not to blurt out everything on your mind.

“What does cyar’ika mean?”

“What does cyar and mesh’la mean?”

“Do you know what it does to me when you touch me?”

“Do you love me as much as I love you?”

But you kept quiet and let the thoughts mingle in your mind. You were just going to leave well enough alone. Hoping that possibly ignoring your curiosity would make it, and your developing feelings fade away. That proved to require arduous effort, which you found yourself lacking day by day. And eventually, your efforts proved to be in vain.

The night it happened, the Crest had landed on some forest planet. Din had just wrapped up a difficult hunt, so he perched the ship on the first globe he could. You and the kid had been cooped up inside for days now, so as soon as the hatch opened, you were both bounding down from the cockpit.

The kid ran into the tall grass of the field, chasing frogs and crickets with the moonlight guiding his expedition. You stood close to the ship, just watching him with a loving smile. Din came to stand beside you, quite as ever, but his presence was a comfort you relished in far too much.

The first blink of light had you curious. The second and third and fourth flashes had you in awe.

The serene meadow was set ablaze with glittering brightness. Fireflies floated high and low, strung about the tall grass like hundreds of flawless silvery stars. They blanketed the grassland far and wide, down to the glimmering lake in the distance.

“Oh wow,” you breathed. You ventured farther out into the plain, turning in a slow circle, absolutely awestruck.

You could hear the child’s gurgling laughter from nearby. You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your throat. The dazzling excitement from the whole experience makes you somewhat astounded. You've never seen anything like this before. Something so beautiful.

You face Din, still standing guard at the front of the ship. “Isn’t this spectacular?” You questioned.

You could hear the airy chuckle get past his vocoder. “It’s certainly something.”

You rolled your eyes in a very childish manner and tilted your head in confusion. “How could you think this is anything but…what’s the word for beautiful in Mando’a?”

You’ve caught his full attention now, seemingly catching him off guard. He appears stunned beyond words. Beyond thoughts as well perhaps. You don’t understand why. It was just a simple question, but it seemed to have knocked any rational notion from him.

What you don’t know is that while you look at him with such sincerity in your eyes and you wait slightly nervous for his response, his brain is nothing short of a mess.

“Din,” you begin. “If I’ve crossed a line somehow-”

“The word is mesh’la.”

That stops you short. Your heart thudded to a halt for several seconds as you took in the sudden confession.

“Mesh’la,” you repeat softly.

You have no idea that his knees almost buckle at the sound of your voice speaking in his mother tongue.

Your face heats at the implication. Mesh’la means beautiful. Din calls you Mesh’la. Din calls you beautiful. He thinks you're beautiful? Or was it meant as something like a courtesy? Was he just being a flirt? No, Din wasn’t the type. So he must think it if he calls you it.

“Y/N.”

You speak up before he can get another word out. “You think I’m beautiful?”

He nods. “Yes.”

A grin tugs your lips up ever so slightly. Realization dawns on you as your mind recalls all the affectionate exchanges that you fooled yourself into thinking were merely friendly.

A coo from below takes your attention for a moment. The kid is at your feet with his arms stretched up for you. You hold him in the crook of your elbow as you close the distance between you and Din. When you stop in front of him, a radiant smile is permanently placed upon your lips.

“And uh, cyar’ika,” you whisper. “What does that mean…?” You’re a little hesitant to let all your questions come to light. A small part of you still worried you’re reading too much into it.

He takes a deep breath, and you try to ignore the anxiety coursing through you. “Cyar’ika…” He’s never sounded this breathless before. “It means sweetheart.”

The blood rushes to your cheeks with a new fury, painting your skin scarlet. It terrifies you a little that you can’t see his face, that you can’t read the expressions he is wearing right now. You think you know where this is going, but not being able to sense the situation from the other person makes it hard to be sure. You can see that he’s tense, possibly waiting for you to tell him that you were uncomfortable. But you weren't; you were a nervous wreck, but you were not uncomfortable with this knew information in the slightest. You were trying to figure out how to move forward with this without seeming like a lovesick fool.

After waiting an eternity trying to get a hold of yourself, you make a decision. You slowly bring your hands up to him, gently gliding along his arms until they reach the broad expanse of his shoulders, and then the cool surface of his helmet.

You can feel his panic, but you softly sush him. Eventually, your hands still on the side of his helmet, where you imagine his cheeks would be. You picture them flushed like yours. Even through the impenetrable beskar, you feel like the heat of his skin is melting into yours. You imagine how it would actually feel to be skin to skin with him. If you ever had the privilege to experience that, you were sure you could die happy.

What happens next is a surprise. Din clutches your hands in his and brings them down between you both. He then slowly touches his forehead to yours. The shock of cold metal draws a gasp from your lips.

“Ni ganar hid ner kar'taylir darasuum teh gar par chaaj'yc too munit, cyar’ika.” A whispered admission comes from him.

You can’t help but laugh as you have no clue what he said. “What?”

He chuckles along with you. “I said that I have hidden my love from you for far too long, sweetheart.”

Your heart cracks open with so many emotions that it’s overwhelming. It aches inside you, but the pain is welcome because you’d rather have this, him, than the uncertainty you lived in for so long.

I poured over this for days, and I still feel like something isn't right. But oh well, maybe it'll come to me later. 🤷‍♀️

#pedro pascal #the mandolarian #the mandolorian x reader #the mandolorian x you #the mandolorain imagine #din djarin #din djarin x y/n #din djarin imagine #din dijarin x reader #star wars #star wars imagine

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helpinghanikan · 7 months

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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 3: Face sitting (Din Djarin)

Kinktober Masterlist

As far as anyone was concerned Din was as conservative as anyone in the galaxy. Barely anyone has seen a Mandalorian without the helmet. Those that have either refuse to say what’s under it or change the answer every time.

For now, you were still in that first group. Sex hasn’t changed that either. So it was a bit of a shock when he asked you to sit on his face.

Not one to say no, you were already getting your pants off.

Your eyes were squeezed shut while Din guided you into position. When you opened them you were facing the wall of your little sleeping cubby. Although everything inside of you was screaming to lean back and get a quick look. But you weren’t the kind to take advantage.

“If it becomes too much, you better tap.” You warned him, lowering yourself down onto his face.

He was going to say something stupid; you just knew it. This was the only reason you had to place yourself down faster than you would have any other time. Hearing Din say something like; ‘this is the way’ when it comes to dying by pussy wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.

He manages to moan out a “careful,” when you press down. His hands, free of gloves and warm as the sun, hold your thighs tightly. Squeezing them and trying to move you himself since it was hard to give you direction.

You were already hot and wet just from the suggestion. His tongue licking through your lower lips was a great start. Experimenting with your hip moving, rolling forward and back against his mouth. Letting how tightly he holds your thighs be the guide for how fast you should be moving. By the way he was holding you, he seemed to be pretty okay with you moving fast and hard as you want.

“Din, oh my God!” You call out as his tongue slides into you.

The cubby has always been too small for more than one person. Add in the nights where both you and Din sleep and the air is way too stuffy to breathe correctly. Add in when Grogu snuggles with the two of you and it’s a hard place to sleep in.

None of those times were compared to now. But you didn’t really care about the heat.

The orgasm is building from your crotch upwards. A warmth that tingles through your body until it reaches your fingers. It wasn’t like a normal orgasm when Din pounds into you from behind. That was like trying to land a plan. Focusing on all the little things that have to come together to make the climax happen.

In this instance, it’s all Din’s doing. Yes, you're moving your hips, but he had to get you to cum. It creates a sort of power he has over you.

That power starts to expand into an orgasm. Shaking through your chest and fogging up your head. The orgasm took the wind from your chest, gasping and moaning out. Your hips rocking through the orgasm until, by miracle, Din taps out.

“Good job,” You panted, maneuvering yourself off of him.

It’s only due to the force of habit that your eyes closed. You sit against the wall while Din rustles around the room, getting his helmet back on. Only then does he come closer; cool metal pressing against your forehead in an affectionate gesture.

“I’ll be sure to thank Fett when we get back.” He says, pulling you close against him.

#reader insert #Din djarin #Din Djarin x reader #kinktober 2022 #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #the mandolorian x you #the mandalorain

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samantha-rae-velcher · 10 months

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Past comes to haunt, future to save

Din Djarin x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing, violence, sexual tension, use of a knife, spicy at the end.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the Warnings please don't read

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They had gotten a communication from some guy that Din knew from way back, apparently they used to fly together. Y/n was not happy with this, she could feel something wrong the minute they landed the crest in the hanger.

"I don't like this." She said as Din turned in his chair, getting up to leave the cockpit. "Hey."

Y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Do you trust this guy?" She asked.

Din looked down at her hand that was gripped to his bicep.

"This doesn't feel right." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

Din gently caressed her cheek, making Y/n close her eyes.

"I don't like this either. Any sign of trouble, we'll leave."

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Din and Y/n walked around the hanger with the man, he seemed smug. She kept glancing at the ship, making sure no one was fucking with it.

The three of them went back down to the crest, the man introduced them to a guy called Migs Mayfield. And a Droid that looked like a bug they called him Zero. A big red ugly mother fucker with horns.

"That's Burg." Mayfield said.

Y/n made a disgusted face when Burg shaped up to Din, she took note on how her mandalorian didn't budge even when the red man attempted to scare him.

"I thought you said you had four." Din's voice was gruff, it made a shiver run up Y/n's spine.

"He does." A woman said from behind them.

Y/n turned and furrowed her brows at the sight of a purple Twi'lek. Her fists clenched and uncleaned as the woman stalked closer.

"Hello, Mando." She whispered.

"Xi'an."

Y/n looked over at Din, his voice sounded full of adoration. It made her roll her eyes and look at the razor crest.

"Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?" Xi'an suddenly came at Mando only to have Y/n's blade against her throat.

"Because I will fuckin kill you." She growled.

The giggle she let out was sickening, it made Y/n sneer.

"You're his new companion?"

Y/n felt Din's hand press against the small of her back, causing her to lower her weapon and step back.

"Its nice to see you too." Din murmured.

Xi'an smiled and came closer to Mando, she ran her knife down his chest plate and made a clicking sound.

"Ive missed you." She tapped it against his armor and attempted to make eye contact through the visor. "This is shinny. You wear it well."

Mayfield looked over with a confused expression.

"Do we need to leave the room or something?"

The main man that called them there, stepped up and pushed his way into this dog shit of an interaction.

"Well, Xi'an has been heartbroken since Mando left our group."

"Awww." Mayfield mocked. "Are you gonna be okay sweetheart?"

"I'm all business now." Xi'an pointed her dagger at Din. "I learned from the best."

Y/n shook her head and flipped her hands in the air, as the jealousy rose in her.

"That's all well and good! Can we get the fuck going!?"

"What's wrong? Are you scared Xi'an will take your Mandalorian owner."

Y/n grabbed Mayfield by the front of his shirt and pulled him close.

"I am not his pet."

"Sure looks like that to me."

___

Y/n, Mayfield, Xi'an, and Burg all sat in the cargo hold as Din was watching over Zero's shoulder in the cockpit.

"How long have you been with Mando?" Xi'an asked.

"Since he collected his bounty and handed me over, but I kicked the ever loving shit out of the men who wanted me. And I snuck back to his ship and opened the door for him when he arrived."

Mayfield's brows shot up his forehead. "You were his bounty?"

"Yeah."

Burg began digging through Dins stuff, opening the door to his weapons closet, only for Din to shut it in his face. The red devil lookin fucker turned and tried towering over Mando again, growling and huffing.

"You wouldn't scare a sleeping kitten. Sit your fat red ass down!" Y/n yelled.

Mayfield joined in. "Im a little particular about my personal space too, let's just get this done and you'll never see our faces again."

"Tell me why we even need a Mandalorian." Burg grumbled.

"Because apparently they are some the greatest warriors in the galaxy."

Burg looked between Mayfield and Din.

"Then why are they all dead."

"You flew with him Xi'an. Is he as great as they say?" Mayfield asked.

"Ask him about the job on Alzok III."

Everyone looked over at Din.

"I did what I had to do."

"Oh but you liked it." Xi'an smiled and pointed her knife at him. "You see, I know who you really are."

"D- Mando....what is she talking about?" Y/n asked.

Din shook his head. "You don't have to worry about it."

Mayfield chuckled. "He never takes off the helmet."

Xi'an fallowed in his humor and shook her head, they looked over at Y/n.

"You ever seen his face?" Mayfield asked.

"No, and if he ever takes off the mask....I hope I'm blindfolded."

"Why?"

Y/n glanced at Din, then back at Migs.

"This is the way."

Her words made Dins heart race. He never knew that she respected his creed, he always thought she found it a nuisance because she couldn't see his face.

"Your just as weak as he is." Burg said in a gruff tone, making Y/n spin around and get right up in his face.

"Neither of us are weak, and you'll find that out come whatever the fuck it is your planning."

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The group had finally gotten to the prison ship, they were running through the corridors fighting off droids all the while listening to zero over the ear piece.

Y/n pulled Din into a corner, she held her finger up to her lips and kept her grip on his bicep. Four droids passed by, Y/n looked over watching them walk up the hallway. She could feel Dins gaze on her, his thumb came up to caress her cheek.

"You don't have to be jealous." He whispered.

She locked her eyes on his visor, the deep black was almost bone chilling. If he was anyone else, she would be afraid.

"Jealous of what? Xi'an? I'm not."

"I never mentioned Xi'an....you did."

Y/n felt his hand move to her hip, gently squeezing. Her breath hitched at the warmth his hand spread over her body.

"Din I-"

"Hey are you guys coming!?" Migs yelled from down the hall.

The five of them made it to the control room, zero was babbling about a organic signature in the room but Migs didn't listen.

"Yeah yeah, open the door!"

They entered the room and man jumped out of his chair, pointing a blaster at them. Burg and Mayfield circled him, the man was obviously scared.

This went on for a good few minutes, Din trying to talk him into putting his weapon down. Mayfield yelling at din, both of them pointing their blasters at each other.

And it all led to Xi'an killing the poor bastard.

"Would you all shut up." She said in a bored voice.

Din looked over at Y/n who was glaring at Xi'an. He had never seen such anger in her eyes, she looked as if she wanted to kill her.

"You didn't have to kill him."

Xi'an stood, her smile made Y/n sick. "It was quicker than negotiating. none of you had it under control, so I killed him. All you were doing is waisting time."

Xi'an then ran out the door, the others fallowing until Din stopped and turned back to Y/n. She was standing there looking down at the poor man's body.

"Y/n, we have to get moving." He whispered.

"This is what you did? Killed innocents when they stood in your way? Is that what you did?"

"No."

"I'm having a hard time believing that." Y/n got closer, she could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. "What was Xi'an talking about back on the ship?"

"Hey Mando! You coming!?" Mayfield yelled from down the hall.

"Something is going on." Y/n whispered, handing him the distress beacon the man was holding. "They're up to something and I don't fuckin like it."

With that she made her way to the others, Din looked down at the dead officer on the floor as he left the control room.

The group ran through the halls once more, Burg battered down on a big droid and threw it to the floor. A droid came walking around the corner yelling "Intruder alert!", Y/n grabbed it by the neck and slammed it into the wall, pulling it's head off. Sparks flew as it's body fell limp, the prisoners cheered and hollered as the group continued down the hallway.

They made it to the cell, Mayfield opened the door and inside was a male Twi'lek. Y/n frowned, this guy was no doubt Xi'an's brother.

"Qin." Din said.

"Mando, funny the man who left me behind us now my savior."

Burg grabbed Y/n and threw her into Din, they stumbled into the cell and landed on their backs. Just as the door was about to close Din fired his blaster, it bounced off the door and the walls. Mando covered Y/n as the blaster bolt hit him in the beskar.

"I told you this wasn't right! Did I not say they were up to something!?" She yelled, clenching her fist as she landed a punch to the door.

Din pulled her over by the arm, he gripped her wrist and examined her hand. Her knuckles her bleeding and her hand was shaking.

"Calm down." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. Y/n closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cold beskar against her skin.

"Din, they know the kid is in the bunk. If they get to crest chances are they're gonna hurt him."

"That's why they won't make it to the crest."

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Mayfield and the rest of the fuck head brigade made it half way back to the ship when Zero came on the coms.

"Zero to Mayfield, we have a problem."

"What is it!?"

"They have escaped."

"AHH!" Xi'an yelled. She pointed her dagger at migs, getting really close. "I told you we should've ended them."

"I know I know."

Suddenly the lights turned red, they all felt their hearts jump into their throats as the door closed between them.

"Brother!"

"Zero! Where is he!?" Mayfield yelled. "Zero!?"

"Sister." Qin said. "Go with the Devaronian. Find Mando and kill him, Mayfield and I will try and make it back to the ship."

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Y/n fallowed Din through the corridors, they ducked into a large vent and Din held his finger up to his helmet, motioning for Y/n to be quiet as Burg and Xi'an ran by.

When silence covered the area, Y/n let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Din looked out of the vent and started to leave when she grabbed his arm and pulled him back in.

"You go after Burg, and I go for Xi'an." Y/n whispered.

He nodded and left the vent, Y/n crawled further in and went up an air shaft. She made her way through the ceiling until she found the female Twi'lek, Xi'an was creepy through like the vial little roach she was.

Y/n dropped down, landing behind her. Xi'an turned around and threw her dagger at Y/n. She caught it and ran at the Twi', grabbing her shoulders and kicking her in the stomach. Y/n flipped her over her shoulder and slammed her head against the wall, successfully knocking her out.

Y/n ran up the hall with Xi'an in tow, she was about to run passed a cell when she saw Burg out cold laying on the floor. She shrugged and harshly threw the Twi'lek in there with him.

Y/n was rounding a corner when she heard footsteps behind her, she spun around and took a swing, her fist was caught and she was held against the door of another cell. To her surprise and pleasure it was Din, she felt warmth rush to her core when she realized what a vulnerable spot he has her in.

"Din." She said, her voice just above a whisper.

"Don't attack if you can't over power your opponent."

He released her wrist, slowly sliding his hands down her arms, making Y/n shiver.

"Have you found Mayfield?" She asked.

"Not yet."

"We should probably start looking."

"Yeah....we should."

Y/n kept her eyes locked on Din's visor as she moved around him. He tilted his head and fallowed her with his gaze.

"You coming?" She asked.

He nodded and they started towards the exit. Y/n turned in the direction of where she could hear Mayfield trying to contact Zero, she nodded to Din and he began walking to Mig's voice. Y/n on the other hand kept going towards the ship, she made it to the latter just in time to run into Qin.

She felt a blaster press to the back of her neck, a dark chuckle rang out from behind her, making Y/n cringe.

She turned around and raised her hands up, Qin stood there with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"Mando's little woman." He said. "He down graded from my sister to you?"

"If you ask me I'd say it was an upgrade."

"No one asked you."

"I don't need your permission to speak."

Qin chuckled and began rambling off about how he was gonna hold her as a hostage and Mando was gonna give him the crest and how the two of them were gonna be stuck here and blah blah blah.

Din came up behind him and smacked Qin over the head with a droid arm. Y/n smiled as the Twi'lek fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"The kid." She said, turning around and scrambled up the latter. Y/n froze when she saw Zero pointing his rifle at Grogu, she felt rage as she ran up and knocked him over. Y/n ignited her lightsaber, slicing through the middle of the droid.

The sound of Din dragging Qin up the latter startled Y/n. She quickly hid her saber and ran to help.

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They had gotten rid of Qin and the man that hired them, and now they were on their way to God knows where. Y/n and Din sat in the cockpit, watching the stars race by. She bit her lip as she remembered being pressed against the wall by the mandalorian, the sound of his voice as he stared her down.

The thought of what he could've done to her in that moment made a quiet moan slip past her lips. Din's head slowly turned towards her, Y/n's heart raced when she felt the heat of his gaze burning into her.

"Y/n." He said in a gruff tone.

"Hmm?"

"Come."

He wasn't giving her opinions here, that was a command. Din held his hand out for her, she stood up and took it as she slowly made her way into his lap. Y/n could feel his erection through his flight suit, he grunted as she pressed her hand down and palmed at his cock.

Din gripped her hips, pushing her off and turning her to face the control panel removing her leather belt and pants, he then brought her back down against his chest. Din spread her legs with his so she was exposed for all who dared to take a gander at his woman.

"I won't be gentle, little one." He whispered.

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

I hope you enjoyed

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xzaddyzanakinx · 3 months

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Master List

Multiple Characters!

Star Wars

Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin)

N/A for now, coming soon! (Faster if requested)

Han Solo

Luke Skywalker

Kylo Ren

Obi-Wan

Kanan Jarrus

The Witcher

Geralt of Rivia/The Witcher

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handsonurknees · 1 year

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last kiss

din djarin x gn!reader

a/n: just a little preface, i am not a star wars expert i literally watched mando because of pedro and that’s it (don’t kill me) but sorry if anything is inaccurate! also thank you for all of the love on my first post!

(i did not proofread this so i’m sorry if there’s any mistakes)

warnings: mentions of graphic injuries, angst, hurt/no comfort because i’m evil, main character death (yikes)

wc: 1.8k

“let’s go!” you hear cara yell at you, her voice hoarse from shouting over shots and the fire burning just some feet away. your eyes flickered from her and your friends to the injured mandolorian sat against the flipped booth. when she realized what you were thinking, even more panic creeped into her face. “no, no. you can’t. he’ll be okay. we need to go!” she pleads, but your eyes never leave the beskar-clad man. you hear him grunt through the voice modulator and you flinch. you can’t leave him, he can’t die not knowing how you feel.

“she’s right. go, i’ll be alright.” he offers, unconvincingly. you feel tears well up behind your eyes, fighting them back before turning back to the group.

“go. you all go and both of us will catch up. IG, give me the bacta spray, i can do this. i used to be a trained medic.” cara sighs at your attempt at a deal, but clearly worried about running out of time, she turns to the droid beside her.

“do you think the two of them can make it out alive?” she questions.

“more likely than not.” is all the bot says in response. the droid removes a vile from its arm and tosses it to you. “though i should be the one staying, i’m sure she would stay as well anyways. i can confirm her medical history., he is in good hands.” sweat pours down your back due to the warmth of the fire as cara looks at you and the mandolorian, and she realizes deep down she won’t be able to change your mind. you almost think you see a glisten in her eye and a small smile directed at you, but that’s just before she turns around and crawls through the grate as fast as possible, the child in her arms. she won’t say goodbye because this isn’t goodbye. she’ll see the two of you again in only a matter of minutes. you quickly turn to mando, hovering with worry over him.

“i didn’t know you were a medic.” he drowsily says, the effects of his injuries settling in as you begin to move with more haste.

“yes mando. you forget i had a life before i met you.” you respond, swallowing quickly as you uncap the spray. he laughs, and you smile. it’s been a while since you’ve heard him laugh, and even longer since it’s been you who made him laugh. “stay with me, alright? talk to me.” you say like routine, all of your knowledge flooding back to you from when you first learned how to deal with a patient drifting in-and-out of consciousness.

“why did you stay? i told you to go.” he asks genuinely. “i was fine here, peaceful. i’ve always thought that if i were to die i would want to die a warrior’s death.” he continues, voice wavering occasionally. your heart lurches at the idea of him knowing the really reason why you stayed. once the mist is all set up, you look at him, searching for his eyes under his visor.

“you are not dying tonight, mando. that’s why i stayed” you respond, and while it’s not technically a lie, you still feel guilty. that’s when your breath suddenly stops, realizing what you have to do next.

“w-whats wrong?” he questions your hesitation. when you look down at the bacta spray and don’t meet his eyes again, the air shifts in a way that sends shivers down your spine, even while the sweltering heat just feet away from you tickles your face.

“i have to do it to save you.” you whisper, still looking at the spray. “you won’t live much longer if we don’t do it now.” your voice getting hung up on the last word. you both know this is the last chance. part of you screams internally, baffled by how he’s even considering the possibility of not getting the spray. that part burns with white, hot, boiling rage, wondering if you were just going to give up, why did i stay for you? you don’t even ask me to stay and i did. how can you make me watch you die? but before you are able to voice any of this aloud, a gloved hand meets yours and shakily leading you the side of his helmet. “are you sure?” you ask a final time. even though every bone in your body aches to rip that helmet off the second the metal touches your fingers.

“don’t make me s-second guess myself.” he answers dryly. you just nod and carefully remove the helmet with a gentle hiss. slowly revealing the features you’ve been trying to piece together in your brain for months. in the amber glow of the room, you wish to memorize his eyes and his nose and his lips and his cheeks. but instead of studying every ridge and line in his face like you’ve always dreamed of doing, you imagine his face as one you’ve seen one million times. you don’t even flinch when big brown eyes meet yours. as soon as the helmet is off, your hands work quickly. you quickly lift the spray to his head and administer it. a breath escapes you that you hadn’t even know you were holding in. he’s okay. he’s okay is all you can think, the feeling overwhelming you so much that you don’t hear the heavy footfalls behind you, or mando’s failed attempts to shove you out of the way and shouts of ‘get down!’

‘he’s okay’ is all you can think, even when you’re shot by a stormtrooper who wasn’t killed in the shootout. luckily, by you crouched in front of the mandolorian, you blocked him from the view of the trooper. mando instinctively grabbed his blaster and shot a perfect hit into the the gap of the trooper’s armor between his neck and his head. the trooper falls limply to the ground, but all you can focus on is the pain radiating from the new hole in your back. your ears ring and something in you calls out. something that made you suddenly understand what mando meant about being peaceful with dying a warrior’s death. in a strange moment, the two of you are transported back to only moments before, but this time, with the roles reversed.

“dank farrik!” he curses, searching your eyes, his eyebrows furrowed together tightly. your knees feel weak, giving out in your current squat above the armored man. you fall flush against his chest, eliciting a hoarse cough. your hands press firmly into his chest, pushing yourself up to look him in the eyes. in any other situation, your mind would be completely foggy due to the proximity between you two, but somehow what you want to say is completely clear. he swallows, holding a firm hand over your wound, frantically looking around the room, despite knowing it’s far too late.

“you know, this is not how i expected this to end.” you joke weakly, woozy from the pain. the mandolorian pants, his face drowning in concern at your state. you set a hand on his face, his scruff scratching your palm pleasantly. “it’s alright. this way-“ you wince “you won’t have broken your creed. no living thing will have seen you.” you chuckle, which turns into a cough, followed by the metallic taste of blood in your mouth. he just sits speechless, words failing him. there’s so much he wishes he could say, but shock keeps his mouth shut. you feel the familiar feeling of tears for the umpteenth time that day. your thumb grazes his cheekbone, and he just watches as you fight this losing battle. sadness swells in his heart, a hurt that hasn’t hit him in years. for a person, that is. “i love you.” and you’re unsure if it’s the adrenaline or if it’s your sort of last words, but he snaps back into reality and brings his focus back to you.

“what?” he attempts to confirm, even though he heard you the first time.

“please don’t. i just-“ your tears fall down your face numbly, in steady streams. “i just need you to know that i love you. before i die. i need you to know the real reason i couldn’t leave you behind.” your words stumble out of your mouth quickly, but you know if you don’t say them now, you’ll never have the chance to. his leather covered hands move to hold on to both sides of your face, and he starts to quietly laugh. “what?” you ask, confused.

“i cannot believe that you are telling me this now. this was not supposed to go this way. everything was supposed to be different-“ he continues to dryly laugh “you weren’t supposed to die before i could even-“ he’s cut off by the startling reminder that the room around you that was once just taken up by the warmth of fire feet and feet away from you, is now engulfed in flames. smoke finally begins to fill both of your lungs and the ashes make mando’s eyes water (or at least that’s what he tells himself it is.)

“go. go now. please go find them.” he feels a weight on his shoulders, pulling him into the ground beneath him, holding him in place. he can’t leave you. you stayed for him, he has to stay for you. but his eyes flicker to the grate and how the fire is getting increasingly close to blocking his path. he knows your right, he knows he should go. “it’s okay. it’s okay.” you assure him “just don’t forget me, okay?” and he has to stop himself from guffawing. how in the world could he forget about you? he just breathes shakily, grabbing his helmet.

“i have thought of you every second while we were together, and i will think about you every second we are apart.” he admits with a sort of finality that scorches you. this is the end. in a desperate burst of energy, you slam your lips into his, reveling in every last second. you want to die with his lips being the last thing you feel. not the pain of your wound, not the pain of him leaving, just him. he kisses you back clumsily, making it obvious to you that this is his first kiss. selfishly, you hold on for just a moment longer, then letting him go, letting your hand trace his face one for time before he gets up.

“and for what it’s worth, i love you too.” he says, turning away in a way that shatters your heart. still, even while the live of your life leaves you in the flames, even while your back lets out one final wave of pain, even while taking your last breath, all you can think is;

he’s okay.

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𝙋𝙊𝙑: You and your husband Pedro have a video call since he is away filming the third season of "The Mandalorian" the two begin to tell each other how the week went and he tells you that he misses you very much and that he has not stopped thinking about you at all times, you were going to surprise him when he returned that you were pregnant, you wanted to give him a small advance but the director called him and unfortunately he had to end the call, but not before blowing you a kiss and telling you that he loves you with all his heart heart. 🥹🫶🏻

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starwars-stories-annoymous · 1 year

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A Kenobi

You had spent a while traveling with the Mandolorian and his adopted son. He’d picked you up after a job on Dantooine. He’d stayed with a few days when it was time to leave Grogu made it clear you had to come with. Din was skeptical until he watched you with a blaster. You were lethal yet kind-hearted. If he knew why you were that gifted with a blaster, you weren’t sure if he’d stay around.

You tried not to think too much about the war, and the part you had played. The friends you let down. The friends who didn’t even try to find you. How he’d never tried to find you. But the past was the past. You couldn’t hold onto it forever, but you also knew it would catch up with you eventually. You just didn’t think it would catch up with you this quickly though.

You stood behind Din as the dark troopers tried to get to you all. Everyone in the Room aimed their blaster at the doors. Then you saw it. An X-Wing.

“One X-Wing? Great we’re saved,” said Kara.

“Incoming craft identify yourself,” said Bo.

Then you felt it. Felt him. While the bond between you had dimmed over the years, you knew it was him. Grogu seemed to also feel his presence. Then it all made sense Grogu had called him here. You felt goosebumps cast their way down your arm. You gasped softly. Din noticed. The dark troopers paused their assault outside.

“Why’d they stop?” asked Cara.

Din looked at you and the kid. He knew you knew something. On the screen, a cloaked figure began to attack the dark troopers with a lightsaber.

“A Jedi?” gasped Bo Katan.

Din looked over. Moff Gideon took the distraction as an opportunity to shoot at Bo Katan he then aimed his blaster at Grogu. Din leaped in front of him shielding him with his beskar.

“Drop it,” threatened Fennec.

All weapons were trained on Gideon. You reached Grogu brushing your hand over his head. Cara knocked out Gideon with her blaster. Grogu walked over to the screen placed his tiny hand on the screen he glanced briefly at you. Din’s eyes were on both of you. You moved closer to Grogu.

“You called him here––didn’t you?” you said.

He cooed in response. You sighed grabbing his other little hand. As the cloaked figure took out the last of the dark troopers Grogu looked directly at Din and whined trying to communicate with him. Din seemed to understand as he lifted him up Grogu’s hand slipping out of yours.

“Open the doors,” said Din.

“Are you crazy?” asked Fennec

“Do it,” you said. You didn’t miss the slight shake in it.

Din looked back at you. He wanted to ask what was wrong but this was not the time. He placed Grogu in a chair and hit the button for the doors. You moved closer to Din and sighed out of anxiety. Time to confront your past.

He walked in through the doors. Hood up with a green lightsaber in his grip. You dreaded him taking that hood off. The glow of his saber reflected off Din’s beskar. He deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt. He reached up and tossed the hood back. There he was in all his glory. Luke Skywalker. Grogu peeked out behind the chair.

“Are you a Jedi?” asked Din.

“I am,” Luke said.

His gaze met yours. A frown took over his features. He had changed. The all-black was not a bad look for him, but it was different from how you remembered him. Din glanced between the two of you. You tried to mask your emotions, but they were festering beneath.

“I didn’t think our paths would ever cross again,” he said.

“You thought or you hoped,” you said.

“Y/n,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly Luke? You left me to die.”

“I thought you’d come back, Y/n you have to believe that.”

“I’m sorry,” interrupted Cara, “You two know each other? Wow Y/n, I didn’t think you knew any Jedi.”

“They don’t know do they?” asked Luke.

“Luke––” you warned.

“Know what? Mesh’la what is he talking about?” asked Din.

Luke kept his gaze trained on you. You glared in return. Everything was about to come out in the open.

“You don’t know who she is do you?”

“She’s Y/n L/n,” said Fennec, “What else do you wanna know?”

“No. Not L/n––”

“Luke––stop.”

“Kenobi. Her name is Y/n Kenobi.”

Bo Katan gasped. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you.

“And she’s a Jedi like her father before her.”

Silence enveloped the room. The only stare you worried about was Din. Your Din. You knew without being able to see his face that the trust that you’d built was now obliterated. Luke looked away from you glancing at Grogu. He held his hand out to him.

“Come little one,” said Luke.

Grogu gazed at you and Din. He was asking for permission to leave.

“He doesn’t want to go with you,” said Din.

“He’s asking for your permission,” said Luke, “he is strong with the force, a talent without training is nothing. I will give my life to protect the child.”

Luke looked at you at that part a hint of regret passed through his blue eyes.

“ But he will not be safe til masters his abilities.”

Din picked Grogu up holding him tenderly,

“Go on,” he said. Voice soft like velvet. “That’s who you belong with. He’s one of your kind.”

Din looked at you holding silently communicating to come here. You brushed against cold beskar and grabbed onto one of Grogu’s hands.

“We’ll see you again,” Din spoke.

“We promise,” you finished.

Grogu slipped his hand out of yours and brushed it against the bottom of your chin. He reached out again this time to Din. He swept his little hand against the helmet. Din carefully reached up to the helmet––you gasped and turned around refusing to look at him.

“Alright pal,” his voice unmodulated, “it’s time to go. Don’t be afraid.”

You turned slightly glancing at the back of Din’s head. A head you had only seen or felt in the dark of the Razor Crest. He set Grogu down and it was clear the kid was sad to go. You then heard familiar beeping––R2. Grogu seemed to recognize him. R2 beeped at the sight of you. You smiled.

“Hello R2,” you said.

“You could come with us, Y/n. You could come home.”

You sighed. You knew he’d say that. Knew he’d ask you to go home. Back with him. Back to Han and Leia. And while a part of you missed them you couldn’t forget what he’d done.

“I am home Luke,” you said stepping back towards Din.

He sighed. Luke pulled something off of his belt. Your lightsaber. He stepped towards you placing it in your hand. His touch lingered for a moment.

“I’ll see you again Y/n. I feel it in the force.”

You said nothing just taking your saber. Luke reached down and lifted Grogu in his arms. He looked at you and Din who now stood right beside you a tear trailing down his cheek.

“May the force be with you.”

And just like that he and the child were gone. You felt eyes on you. You looked down at the ground. Now to deal with the present. Din interlocked your hands.

“Mesh’la,” he said. Voice laced with sorrow, “Why––”

“Not here Din. Not here.”

“Yes, here,” said Bo Katan, “you’re a Kenobi. Your Obi-Wan’s daughter.”

You turned you gazed at the redhead. Before you met Din you did some digging into your past. Your mother was Satine Kyrze which made Bo your aunt.

“Who–who is your mother?” Bo asked.

“I never knew my mother,” you said “but I think you know who she was.”

Bo had removed her helmet. She reached a shaky hand up to her mouth. She maneuvered over to you and hugged you tightly. She let you go glancing at Din,

“Let’s get out of here.”

Everyone loaded up on the ship. Bo gave your shoulder a squeeze looking over at Din who had not yet put his helmet back on. You sighed. This wasn’t how you wanted him to find out. Bo walked out of the bay and headed to the flight deck leaving you and Din alone. You sat down on a nearby bench not daring to look at him. Din kneeled in front of you placing a hand on your thigh.

“Cyar’ka, look at me,” he said.

You always loved the sound of his voice without the helmet now you feared it. Din sighed placing his gloved hand on your chin guiding you to look at him. This was the first time you’d ever seen his face. And Maker he was beautiful. Deep brown eyes searched your own. They held a warmth to them. His hair was short but slightly wavy. His nose was cute. His mouth held a slight frown to it. He was studying you.

“Cyar, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked glancing down at your saber.

“I–I was just afraid.”

“Afraid of what Cyar?”

“Afraid you’d hate me.”

Gloved hands cupped both of your cheeks holding you in place so you had no other choice but to look at him. His eyes were so sad.

“Mesh’la I could never hate you. You’re all I have left.”

Tears streaked down your face. You knew what the next question would be. “Could you have trained him?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I haven’t used the force for a few years now.”

“Because of what happened?”

You nodded as more alligator tears leaked out.

“What did happen?”

“It happened on Bespin in Clou–Cloud,” you hiccuped, “City.”

Din ran a hand through your hair while the other rested on your thigh again. He urged you to continue.

“I–it was Vader,” you shuddered, “he knew our relationship and who I was. He set a trap for Luke and me. He used our friends as bait. Luke fell out of the bottom of the tower. He escaped. But I couldn’t. I was stuck with Vader. I thought he was going to kill me. He took my saber. And placed me under arrest. I spent a few months in prison. I was supposed to be terminated. But an old friend saved me.”

“Ashoka,” Din said. “Yeah, Ashoka. She hid me somewhere safe. I wanted to go back to the rebellion but Ashoka told me they believed I was a lost cause. Even Luke. So I ran. I ran from my past. I changed my name and never looked back.”

“Cyar’ka, my sweet girl, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay it’s not entirely Luke’s fault but it still hurt.”

Din pulled you into his lap. He kept you as close as possible. His face pressed into your neck inhaling your scent.

“Cyare, I love you. “I love you more.”

“We should get married.”

You looked at him as he gazed right at you. You stroked his face. His beautiful face. “Okay,” you whispered. A smile graced your lips.

“I want to be your Riduur, Mesh’la.”

“You’ll always have me Din.”

You curled into his arms. The events of the day catching up with you. You placed your head in the crook of his shoulder slowly nodding off. He was yours. He would always be your home. Even if one member was no longer with you.

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misspearly1 · 1 year

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Day Twenty-Six: Bath/Shower Sex - Din D'jarin.

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WC: 3.2k Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Mutual Pining. Smut. Unprotected PIV. Blindfolded sex in the bathtub. Fluff. AN: Ahh, this was enjoyable to write, so sweet and fluffy. Hope ya'll enjoy too ❤️.

Walking blindly, you hold your hands out with caution as you giggle a question to Din. “Where are you taking me?”

“I already told you, mesh’la. It’s a surprise.” He replies in a chuckle, the delicate sound of your own laughter drawing it out of him. Though, the moment of joy and amusement was short-lived as he panics and darts his hands out to stop you from tripping over. “Woah. Easy there, sweet girl.”

“Oh.” You make a surprise sound, hands clasping over the top of his laying around your front. A few lingering touches later, you pat his hand and then let go. “Thank you, my warrior.”

The sound that Din then makes sends a shiver down your spine, choking out a soft grunt, though distorted through the modulator of his helmet, it didn’t dampen how heavy and thick his voice sounded after you called him your warrior. He likes it, there’s no doubt about that, and even though you practically feel the blush in his words when brushing it off like no big deal, know that it is in fact, a big deal for him.

“I um.. I’m going to need your guidance.” Whispering bashfully upon feeling the emotional shift between you and Din, it’s like the air was now charged with electricity, just patiently waiting for its spark to ignite. It was a start when his hand lay on your hip with his deep, textured voice mumbling into your ear for you to keep walking straight ahead. He’s so close, you can feel the large steely presence of his beskar chest plate against your back as your fingertips drag along the walls on either side of you.

You trust Din, have trusted him for a long time now, and you feel safe enough to be vulnerable around him, to completely open up and fear no judgement in return. Though, you can only hope that one day he can feel the same. It’s a slow progress and you’ve come a long way together since the beginning considering that you both tried to kill each other when you first met, but the changes now are drastically better.

Din feels safe with you too, however you can’t say completely. The laws of his culture forbid him from removing his helmet and revealing his identity to you, but he has revealed almost everything else instead. He shared his name, his story and childhood, the most vulnerable parts of his mind in conversation and his love, though he tries to hide his love - just like he did moments ago - you feel it nonetheless and understand why he quite literally uses his armour to shield his emotions.

Fear of rejection isn’t impervious to even the greatest warriors of the universe as it seems, and Din hides behind the armour in some aspects, shielding himself and those emotions that he evidently feels for you. And you, too, have felt those doubts in your mind on many occasions now, have tricked yourself into believing that the man you have fallen for - hard, wouldn’t feel the same way.

However, there is a sense of power that comes with certainty; knowing that Din D’jarin feels the same way as you, gives you a sense of power and responsibility to act on it accordingly, to make the first move and banish those fears that every species feels or has felt at some point in their life, no matter how tough they are.

“Hold on, mesh’la.” Din whispers, snapping your attention back to reality as he leans into you and opens a door. You try your best to maintain the closeness, holding your hand atop his again, you deliberately walk slower and the action causes his chest to press up against your back. “Not long now, then you can remove the blindfold.” He chuckles softly, mistaking your purposeful movements for hesitancy and it makes you giggle at his innocent, oblivious nature for not noticing your true intentions.

Walking a few more steps, then waiting as another door opens, you are immediately struck in the face with steamy heat, your nose quickly filling with the scent of sweet passion fruit and honey. “Oh wow. Din, is this what I think it is?” You ask quickly, hoping that it’s exactly what you think it is.

“Yes, sweet girl. It is.” The man replies and you can feel the pride resonating from him. Joyous pride - all for you and the reaction he was searching for. Removing your blind fold, you nearly squeal at the sight of Din’s surprise. It’s just a bath, a simple hot bubbly bath, candles dotted around the tiled floor or lining the indentations in the wall, but it’s a bath that you have yearned to have for the last five months aboard the razor crest. It’s been too long since you’ve indulged within the comforts of hot soapy water instead of the cold steady spray of water inside the cramped fresher.

“You’re the best, Din D’jarin!” You turn to him with glee and close the gap to wrap your arms around his shoulders in an endearing hug. “This isn’t setting us back is it? We’ve been on a tight schedule lately.” Expressing your worrisome thoughts out loud, you hoped it wasn’t taking too much out of his time or his credits. Just looking at the state of the bathroom suggests that this hotel is on the higher end of the scale. You wouldn’t care if it was some lousy pit stop, it’s the thought that counts most. “Thank you, Din - thank you for doing this for me.”

“Cyar’ika.” Mando sighs, his breath laced with sincerity. Pulling back and holding his leather gloved hands to your sides, he tilts his helmet slightly while looking down into your big, bright doe eyes and feels his heart thrumming in his ears. “It’s quite alright, Y/N. There’s no need to thank me.” Anything for your happiness, sweet girl. He thinks with his inner voice instead.

Smiling behind the helmet although you can’t see it, Din hesitates on letting you go just yet and continues to maintain your gaze, however his body betrays him as he unknowingly begins squeezing your hips, the action making you gasp softly. “Well-” He clears his throat nervously then steps back, feeling like he had crossed a line just now. “Don’t let me get in the way, mesh’la.”

“Din - wait.” You dart your hand out to his shoulder pad before he can turn to leave and when he tilts his helmet towards you again, you look over your shoulder to the bath, then to the blindfold in your hand and finally, back into the T shape of his visor, your eyes pleading as you suggest to him. “Won't you stay with me? I can wear the blindfold and I won’t see anything and… and I - please?” You stutter.

Mando just stares at you, barely moving a muscle, and you can tell without even seeing his face that he is wearing an expression of shock behind the helmet. You can feel the disbelief reverberating from his body, the uncertainty of your request seeping into your skin, which makes you that much more determined to banish those fears and doubts he still clings onto.

“Hey listen, if you don’t want to, forget that I even asked.” You begin, speaking calmly and reassuringly as you give him more confirmation to appease his mind. “But, if you would like to stay, then I am telling you that it’s what I want too - I’d like you to stay and join me Mando.”

Din spent another moment in silence, his helmet tilted to the side as if in thought, and for a split second, you questioned your whole mind on whether or not your hunch was correct, until he then reassured you. Closing the gap and pulling you flush against his chest, he presses his visor against your forehead and releases a sigh of relief. “Yes - Cyar’ika yes, I’d like to stay…” He pauses, audibly gulping. “...And join you.”

Knowing that your reassurances would banish his fears, you didn’t predict that it would set the primal instincts within Din D’jarin free. Your confirmation wasn’t just what he needed to know that you feel the same way, it’s what he needed to hear in order to take control. The man turns you around slowly, then takes the blindfold from your hands to place over your eyes again and ties it at the back. Within seconds, he removes his helmet and instantly indulges what he has yearned to have for so long. A kiss.

“Oh.” You gasp upon feeling his lips placed against your ear. The contact was minimal and unexpected, but deeply satisfying, especially when he moves and you feel the tickle of his beard across your skin. Ducking his head down to reach your neck, you tilt your head to the side and provide more room, inviting him to explore more of your skin.

You couldn’t help but moan when lifting your hand and running your fingers through his hair, the images your mind were producing through sense of touch, painted you a beautiful picture of what he looks like. As Din’s arms wrapped around your stomach and kissed your neck plentiful, your head lolls back to his shoulder with the prettiest whimper. Your senses became overwhelmed in the very best way, overwhelmed and crowded with Din D’jarin.

“You smell really good.” You admit your thoughts aloud after taking in the heavenly scent of his skin. Mando smiles against your neck, nipping a path towards your jawline before cupping your cheek and tilting your face a breath away from his as he whispers in reply. “So do you, mesh’la. So sweet and tasty.” He growls, and the sound ignites that electrified air around you both; a clear understanding between you and Mando was ignited - a need to act out your desires and not just take a bath together.

It was really quite foolish of you to think that nothing sexual would come about from taking a bath together, but just hearing Din growl how sweet and tasty you smell set off all those desires you’ve dreamed about. Truthfully, you didn’t want to rush him in anyway, but as it seems, he is feeling the exact same way you are right now - horny. Soft moans escaped his lips, sounds that you didn’t think you’d ever hear from Din, but he produced them for you.

Carefully helping you to remove your clothes first, he walks you towards the bath then helps you climb inside. “One moment, mesh’la.” Din whispers and kisses your cheek once before pulling away. You hear him removing his armour, hear the metal gently being placed to the tiled floor.

He’s always so gentle, takes pride in his armour. You smile with your thoughts, then feel around the tub carefully to readjust your position. Jolting when you feel the pad of his fingertips touch your shoulder, he apologises for startling you, then you shake your head at him, laughing. “It’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting it.”

Reaching out for his hand, he sees what you’re trying to do and meets you halfway. Once you hold him, you tug lightly as a gesture for him to get in the tub with you, which he does. Din moves carefully to climb into the water in front of you, sighing heavily from the heat enveloping him. “Good, right?” You ask upon hearing his satisfaction.

Leaning forward, your hands running up the expanse of his arms, your mouth falls open when feeling his muscles beneath your fingers. Din breathes a heavy wanton breath as you explore his skin through touch, dragging your nimble fingers across his chest and shoulders delicately. You lean in a little closer and he, once again, meets you halfway in closing the gap.

“Oh.” He moans, really moans, when your lips connect. Just a few hesitant pecks at first, until you tilt your head to the side and part your lips. Then Din deepens the kiss. Slipping his tongue inside first, you moan now and respond while tangling your tongue with his, though you couldn’t help but want more.

Moving closer and closer towards him until your chest was flush against his, you whimper from the sensation of your pert nipples grazing across his chest. Your sounds and reactions work effectively in giving Din more confidence to take the lead. His hands wrap around your back first, then lower your ass before pulling your lower half into him, which is where you both make a delighted sound from the contact.

“Din.” You whisper, a plea evident in your tone as you not-so-gently grab onto his shoulders. The man picks up on your need instantly, he needs it too and wastes no more time providing. “I got you, sweet girl.” He reassures and warns before hooking your leg over his arm. Holding a flat palm over your lower back to keep you balanced, you feel that both his hands are preoccupied and lower your hands to help line him up.

“Oh wow.” You gasp when feeling the sheer length and girth of him. Din gasps too, enjoying the way you explored the size of his cock with your hands. Wrapping your fingers around him, you stroke him a couple times and audibly sigh upon feeling his cock grow. He wasn’t even fully hard?! You panic slightly inside, underestimating just how big he really is.

Groaning your name, Din rests his forehead to your shoulder as you continue to pump him, the sound of him so broken and desperate stops your actions before you notch the tip at your entrance. “Take your time.” You ask, though you don’t really have to, you know that he will no matter what. It’s just that it’s been a long while since you last had sex and you didn’t think Mando was as big as he is.

“Of course, mesh’la - always.” Din nods, then kisses your lips as he carefully pushes forward. You couldn’t stop the mewls even if you tried, the stretch was impressive and pleasurable. Unintentionally digging your nails into the scruff of his neck, you cling onto the man and groan pathetically for him to keep going after relaxing around him. “Oh fuck.” He grunts when bottoming out inside, feeling your heat already pulsing around him.

“Mando.” You plead again, resting your forehead to his. “Please move.”

“Hold onto me.” He requests before dropping his hand from your back. Doing as he says, you gasp when feeling him hook his arm under your other leg and lift you from the water. You felt weightless, like a feather held in his mighty strong arms. “Tell me to slow down.” He grunts before finally moving. You appreciate him telling you that, but you seriously doubt that you will ask him to slow down, especially when he starts off so slow and gentle like.

“That feels so good.” You moan, brows pulling together with the blissful sensation of his cock rubbing against your walls. You savour the feeling of every vein and ridge. Leaning in and blindly finding his lips again, you kiss him fervently, a wordless gesture that signals him to pick up the pace if he wants to, which he does.

“Stars!” Mando chokes, feeling his balls press against your cheeks each time he thrusts forward. “You’re so warm, cyar’ika. I’ve dreamt of this… dreamt of this every night when I fuck my fist.” He admits and it makes you clench around him. Just picturing Din with his hand wrapped around his cock within the privacy of his own bunk made you mewl, but hearing him admit it in such a foul mouthed way made your whole body quiver.

As his pace gradually picks up, you hear the water sloshing around the tub vigorously, feel his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust and cry from the added stimulation to your clit from the hairs on his mound. You didn’t have to see in order to know that Mando was grunting hard through gritted teeth, you could just hear it in his voice, picturing a beautiful image in your mind of the blissed-out expression on his face. Someday, you tell yourself with hope, someday I will see that blissed-out expression with my own eyes.

Burying your face into his neck, you place lazy kisses to his skin and groan loud enough to warn him that you’re close. “It’s okay, mesh’la. I got you, it’s okay.” He heaves a heavy praise, pushing you over the edge within seconds.

“Mando!” You gasp suddenly upon feeling the peak of your orgasm washing over your body and mind. Curling your toes and tensing your muscles, you feel the heated pleasure ripple across your abdomen and chest, even making your ears ring as you become lightheaded. You could feel it from Din too. He was burning hot to the touch, breathing raggedly and his thighs shook moments before he yelled in a panic. “Where? Cyar’ika where?”

“I-Inside.” You blurt in the heat of the moment. It’s reckless, but you want it so fucking badly, have day-dreamed of carrying his babies and considering he is even asking, you know that he wants it too. Crying out with each last few pounding thrusts into your cunt, Din buries himself deep and releases ropes upon ropes of his creamy seed inside.

He, too, buries his face into your neck, muffling the sounds of his raspy broken moans as he rides out his high. You can feel him spilling inside of you, can feel his warmth coating your walls and spreading everywhere, as if pumping you full. The sensation was worthy of another orgasm. Grinding against him and stimulating your clit, you shudder in his arms and squeeze around him, drawing out every last drop he could give.

“Fuck! Y/N.” Mando grunts sharply. Shaking his head into your neck and holding you still, you feel him smiling against your skin as he mumbles ‘sensitive’. Oddly, a part of you wanted to disobey him and continue grinding, to hear him gasp and whine from too much pleasure, however you held back on that for now and nodded into his neck. “Ok, my handsome warrior.”

“And how would you know that?” He pulls his head away from your neck, chuckling softly as you giggle. Shrugging, you shake your head and whisper. “I don’t have to see you to know you’re handsome, Din. Men like you are beautiful inside and out, I just know it.” Cupping his cheeks with both hands, you rub your thumbs under his eyes then trace the shape of his nose with a smile. “See? Beautiful, what did I tell you.”

Though you couldn’t see his smile, you could feel his growing against your hands and it was infectious too, making you smile with him. Carefully shifting his position, Mando sits down properly in the tub and leans back, still buried inside of you as you sit on his lap. “Keep doing that.” He asks, and when you tilt your head, confused, he elaborates. “Exploring with your hands. I like it, cyar’ika.”

“Oh, my pleasure.” You laugh bashfully, then continue touching him, detailing how beautiful he feels and why. You learned even more about Mando in this little moment, learned that he loved the way you caressed his earlobes so delicately, making him sigh with peace. He then later returned the gesture, pointing out all of your beauties - even things you didn’t think he’d find beautiful - that made your cheeks bloom a pretty pink in colour from his compliments.

You admired Mando behind the blindfold, and he admired you with his eyes - the woman he plans to marry.

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𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | It happens slowly, falling in love with him. Then again, sometimes it feels like you’re a comet falling through space.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 6,371

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Fluff, uh violence like it gets a bit heavy, physical contact, nothing really suggestive (that comes later hehehe)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | This will be the first part of a little three-part thing. Hope you enjoy!

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He seemed to find every opportunity to touch you. It wasn’t very noticeable at first, but as time went on, you took note of how often his arm brushed across your own as he moved past you. How a subtle hand gave pressure to your back as he slipped around you. How his shoulder almost melded with yours as you walked around whichever planet you were on at the moment.

You tried to pinpoint when these secret touches began, but they happened so frequently that you struggled to come up with an accurate date. Maybe they’d always been there, and you just now realized them. But you found it hard to believe they’d only just come to your attention. You were always aware of him when he was close. He was too magnetic to just ignore.

After a while, the confusion over the touches themselves gave way to confusion over the fact that he wasn’t actively trying to hide them.

Maker, it annoyed you to all ends. How he was free to send tingles through you, but all you were able to do was feel the scratch of fabric. The way he caressed your skin made you lose breath at times, and that in itself was annoying as well. You wanted so desperately to give him the same rushing emotions he gave you, but you knew his armor was a part of his creed. In a way, it was a part of him as a whole. The silver gleam of his beskar was what made the Mandalorian the Mandalorian.

You cared for him too much to even think about disrespecting his beliefs. That didn’t mean the deep-rooted longing in your heart wasn’t there, though. You were acutely aware that the second your heartbeat started to flip in your chest at the feeling of his touches, things would become increasingly more complicated.

Today had been uneventful, which was rare. You’d cared for the child all day on the lower level of the ship, giving Mando some alone time in the cockpit. The creature in question was fighting his sleep. You swore he had to be tired by now. As the hours passed by, you could tell the green child was growing sleepy. His little hands rubbed at his eyes, but he fought to stay awake.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep by himself if you put him in his pod, so you rocked him back and forth in your arms. Hoping the movement would lull him to sleep. Eventually, he yawned, and his eyes slowly closed, signaling he was finally in the land of dreams.

You took a moment to gaze down at him, admiring how peaceful he looked.

The affection you carried for this strange little creature was more welcome than whatever was going on between you and Mando. The maternal love you had for the child was manageable and embraced by both you and him. The overwhelming emotions you felt for Mando were uncertain and saddening. All because you didn’t know if they were felt by him too.

You turned away from the sleeping child, almost colliding with an armored chest. A startled gasp leaves you as you catch yourself with your hands grazing the coldness of beskar. With your palms pressed to his chest, you were unable to step away. Your mind goes blank but starts to race with millions of thoughts at the same time. You momentarily think about how you didn’t even hear him come down from above. The thought is thrown aside quickly, though, as you open your mouth to apologize.

“Sorry.” You said your voice not going above a whisper in fear of waking the child. “Kids asleep.” You followed up when Mando peaked over your shoulder to glance at the creature.

Nodding, Mando finally moves, saving you from finding the strength to do it yourself. “Thanks for putting him down tonight.”

And sure enough, his hand finds its way to your hip as he passes by you to get to his bunk. The heavy press of his hand pierced your skin and made your breath catch in your throat. For a split second, with his warmth spreading through you, you were sure the feeling of his touch was how galaxies collided. All at once, and then gone. Over, like it had never been.

─

You had volunteered to go to the marketplace to get a few supplies. Mando hadn’t been very keen on letting you go by yourself, but you’d reasoned that it’d be easier for you to go and get back quickly. His armor, while coming in handy most of the time, tended to draw attention. The ship only needed a few things, and all of you making the trek into town wasn’t necessary.

You assured him you would only be an hour, two at most. And you were making good time, much to your satisfaction. With the last of the supplies purchased, you made your way out of the market with your bag of provisions slung over your shoulder.

You were just trying to remember where you came in when you saw shadows slink by near you, trailing behind you. The shadows hid themselves well, but you noticed them anyway. They were trying to be sneaky, and you probably wouldn’t have caught them before. But your months of traveling with Mando and always being on high alert had heightened your senses. You hurried deeper into the crowd, hoping to lose them among the swell of people. You glanced over your shoulder, not being able to find your stalker. You thought you’d managed to get away, but when you turned your attention forward, you crashed into someone.

The next thing you know, your body is being slammed against the side of a building. Your eyes dart around, and you notice there are two men now.

“No big bad Mandalorian to protect you now.” One of them snarled, yanking the bag from your grasp.

He dug through the bag, and you realized he was probably looking for the kid. You attempt to gather your thoughts. One of the men stood to your left, and the other stood closely to your right. They were blocking you in; there was no way for you to run.

“Where’s the child?” The one with your bag demanded, tossing the item to the ground. When you didn’t answer, he grabbed your shoulders, pinning you to the rough brick of the building. You gulped in an effort to push down your fear. You had to keep a clear head, stay focused.

“Where’s the child?” The man questioned again, digging his fingers into your shoulders painfully.

“I don’t have any children,” you said. You masked your expression with confusion. Maybe if you played dumb, you could convince them they had the wrong person.

"We know you're with the Mandalorian.” The man to your right grumbled, a wide grin stretching across his lips. “We know you know where the kid is, so just tell us.”

There was no fooling these men. They knew who you were, and there was no way you were getting out of here without putting up a fight.

Your face hardened, and you lunged at the man, landing a punch to his face. He reeled back, cursing while holding a bleeding nose. You dart forward, trying to escape through the space the man left. His friend managed to grab hold of the back of your shirt, pulling you back to them. You spun around in the man’s grasp and kicked his legs, which gave out beneath him with a sickening crunch. You didn’t spare them any more time as you turned and ran.

You got a few good feet before a sharp, burning pain shot out from your side. You tried to keep running, but the ache in your side made it difficult. You glanced down, and the fabric of your shirt was already soaking in blood. You pressed a hand to your wound, and bit back a yelp of agony. Thinking you were home-free, you slowed down a bit.

That was your fatal mistake.

Rough hands yanked you backwards by your hair. You had no time to recover or even notice the alarming amount of blood seeping through the fingers of your hand still over the blaster shot as a hit landed to your jaw. Arms wound themselves around you, pinning your arms to your chest. The man you’d kicked stood in front of you. He reared back his fist before it made contact with your cheek. A gasp of pain escaped your mouth. You were unable to keep quiet as you were assaulted by blow after blow of violent hits.

Your vision grew spotty, and it became challenging to keep yourself conscious. You were weighing the options of trying to stay awake or just letting yourself slip into the blackness that beckoned you when your assailant seemed to be flown backwards by some unknown force. The heavy arms around you disappeared. Being unable to stand on your own, you dropped to the ground. You heard blaster shots raging around you, and even though you wanted to, you couldn’t lift your head from the dirt to see what was going on.

You can hear a few screams from the men and the shuffling of feet. Then you hear nothing. You close your eyes to block out whatever will happen next. You prepare yourself to feel some kind of discomfort, but instead you're greeted with a gentle hand sliding around your bruised jaw.

“Y/N,” a modulated voice spoke. “Can you hear me?”

It took you a few seconds to match the voice to the shiny metal looking down at you. When you realized it was Mando, you felt a thousand pounds of weight leave you.

“Mando,” you grin. You stupidly try to sit up, and immediately a wave of pain shoots through you. Grimacing, you plop back down to the dirt.

“Can you stand?” Mando asked, like you just hadn’t attempted that very thing and failed. You shot him a look and sighed. “Right, stupid question.” He then slides one arm under your legs, and the other goes around your back. He hoists you up into his arms.

You fade in and out of consciousness, only dimly registering the coldness of his beskar as your head rests on his armored chest.

You're wide awake, though, as Mando cleans and dresses your blaster wound.

He’d sat you on one of the boxes in the lower level of the Crest. “I need you to take off your shirt,” he said slowly.

You winced as you tried to lift the shirt over your head, but stopped when it was clear you wouldn’t be able to. “I can’t.”

“Oh, um, here.” He reached out hesitantly, taking the bottom of your shirt to slowly pull it up.

“Ow, ow, stop.” You couldn’t lift your arms high enough to get the shirt over your head, even with Mando’s help.

“Sorry.” He quickly apologized as he noticed the grimace on your face. Without warning, he gripped the bottom of your shirt again and tore the fabric upwards. Your shirt hung open now as Mando only stood there, unmoving. As if he just realized what he did. You stared up at him in shock for a few moments.

“You know, I liked that shirt.” You finally joked.

Your voice seemed to snap him out of whatever trance he was in. “Well, it was ruined anyway,” he shrugged. “I’ll get you a new one.” He then carefully pulled the destroyed garment down each side of your arms before tossing it somewhere at your feet.

His eyes scanned over your arms, taking in the bruises left by the man’s harsh hold on you. His thumb came up to brush across the imprints left on your skin. Even through his gloves, you could imagine the soft touch of his bare fingers. You could picture how nice it would feel on your wounds.

“They got me good, huh?” You laughed to try to relieve some of the sudden tension.

“You’ll need to ice those bruises,” he said as he slipped off his gloves and dropped to his knees to get a closer look at the blaster wound on your side. He was being as soft as he could, and that alone meant more than all the stars, but even all his gentleness couldn’t stop the pain. You lost count of how many times you’d winced or tensed up as his hands worked. Each time a slight sound of discomfort left your lips, his hands froze for a few seconds before he faintly whispered an apology.

You tried to find something to focus on to distract your mind from the ache. Eventually, you settled on watching his hands. One was cleaning the wound, wiping away the dried blood, and going over it with an antiseptic that stung as it made contact with your battered skin.

The other hand rested lightly against your hip. Spread across the plush skin there to keep you from flinching away too much. The heat from his gloveless hands was too obvious to ignore. The warmth seeped into you, and a small part of you wanted this to last forever, even if it meant enduring this pain. The subtle twitches of his fingers as he worked shot a shiver up your spine. The way he would brush them back and forth as if offering you what comfort he could only made your hopeless affection for him skyrocket.

After his fingers delicately smoothed a bacta patch over the blaster wound, they lingered on your skin for a moment. You looked down to meet his visor. Even through the helmet, you could feel the intensity of his gaze. You had never seen his face, let alone his eyes, but you’d always imagined them to be dark. Brown with hints of amber shooting through them like comets flying through space.

“Thank you.” You said softly.

He gave only a small nod in return while moving his hands away from you. You wished you didn’t miss their warmth as much as you did. As Mando stood, you followed him with your eyes. He hadn’t said anything for a while, and he was always hard to read for obvious reasons. But you weren’t shy about admitting you had gotten pretty good at reading his body language.

His breathing was shallow, so much so that you had to take a second guess as to whether he was breathing at all. His shoulders were tense, and he clutched his still-bare hands into fists at his sides. All signs that he was struggling with something.

Just as you were coming to a decision to speak up an uncharacteristically hesitant sigh sounded from behind his helmet. “I’m sorry.”

Confused, you looked up at him, raising one eyebrow. “For what?”

“For not being there. For letting you go alone.” He gruffly answered.

You shakily stood from the crate, having to keep one hand clutched to the corner to stop from falling. “Mando, it’s not your fault. I volunteered to go on my own and neither one of us could’ve known this would happen.”

Mando remained silent, the tension in his body apparent even through the armor. You took a cautious step towards him, wincing slightly at the pull on your injured side.

"Hey," you said gently, reaching out to lay a hand on his arm. "I'm okay. A little banged up, but I'll heal."

He nodded once, agreeing with you but you knew he’d still torture himself over the whole ordeal for the next few days. You were about to ask where the kid was but when you opened your mouth a whimper of pain came out instead. You felt your legs tremble before giving out from under you. Mando’s hands darted out to catch you before you could meet the hard floor of the Crest. He held you by your elbows supporting your whole weight so you wouldn’t strain yourself.

“Thanks,” you whisper, your voice a little breathless. He didn’t say anything, just squeezed your arms for a few seconds.

All of a sudden, he scooped you up from where you stood. Letting out a surprised yelp your arms flung themselves around his neck. “Mando?”

“You need to rest.” He said matter of factly. He walked through the lower level of the ship. “You're going to sleep in the bunk until you’re healed.”

You let out a sigh, too tired and in too much pain to argue as he carried you to the small sleeping quarters. Gently, he laid you down on the thin mattress, your body immediately relaxing into its softness.

“Sleep.” Mando said, his voice low and gentle in a way you didn’t know he possessed. "I'll be in the cockpit; yell if you need anything."

Then he was gone, leaving you to fall into a dreamless sleep with the smell of him surrounding you all night.

─

Weeks had passed, and you were finally able to walk around the ship again without Mando ordering you back to bed. The bruising on your arms as well as your face had disappeared, faded away into a distant, forgotten memory. The only thing still present to remind you of what happened was the blaster wound. The skin was no longer spread apart, but a scar would form over time. You still wore a bacta patch over it since some tenderness and redness were still there.

That’s why you were currently sitting in one of the co-pilot seats up in the cockpit. Mando insisted on changing the dressing on the wound until it was completely gone. Even though you had most, if not all, mobility back. Deep down, you knew he still felt guilty, whether you had talked about it or not; it was clear as day. So, if changing the bacta patch for you made him feel better, who were you to deny him?

You sat patiently as Mando carefully peeled back the dressing on your side. His movements were gentle and precise as he checked the healing wound.

"It's looking much better," he said, his voice low and modulated through the helmet. "Should be completely healed soon."

You nodded, watching as he smoothed a fresh bacta patch over the tender skin. His touch lingered, ungloved fingers tracing lightly over your side. That was one reason you put up little fight with him about changing the bandages. He always took off his gloves, and he always let his touch linger for a moment longer than necessary.

His subtle touches still happened like normal, but those were always through his gloves. When he was tending to your wound, you were granted the exhilarating feeling of his bare hands.

You were well aware that you were completely insane. Just how touched starved were you to be losing all rational thinking when Mando was doing something so innocent as helping you change the dressings of a blaster shot?

“Thank you for doing this.” You said and prayed to the Maker that you didn’t sound as out of breath as you thought.

Trailing a feather-light touch on the skin of your stomach, he said, “It’s the least I could do with everything you do for us.”

You simply hummed, not trusting your voice, as he moved to your side. Goosebumps were left wherever his fingers touched, and subconsciously, you felt yourself leaning into them. You couldn’t help but relax under his gentle care. You weren’t oblivious to the position you were in, though, and when he brushed the skin right under the lining of your bra, your eyes widened as your head shot down to look at him.

He stilled after his hand slid back to your side. He didn’t take his hands completely off you; just kept them warming the same area of skin for a few moments. You swore your heart was beating was so fast you could hear it. He was looking at you, that was for sure; even without seeing them, you could feel his eyes roaming over your face.

It was silent as he finished up, helping you stand once you righted your shirt. His hands hovered over your hips for far too long once you were up to be written off as an accident.

You were flushed; you could feel it in your cheeks. There was a new tension in the air between you; his touch suddenly felt charged in a way that it hadn't before. You weren't sure what to make of it. A part of you wondered if you were imagining things, seeing more in his actions than was really there. Wishful thinking brought on by too many lonely nights spent dreaming of things that could never be.

But another part of you felt certain this was different. Mando was holding you closer than necessary, touching you longer than needed to treat your injury. You thought back to the feeling of his bare fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he changed your bandage and the way your breath hitched at the contact.

Before you could overthink it any further, Mando stepped back, the moment broken. He busied himself gathering up the used bacta patches and medical supplies, his posture tense in a way that told you he felt the shift between you too.

"You should get some more rest," he said gruffly, not quite meeting your eyes through the visor. "I'll let you know when we reach the next system."

You nodded mutely, your heart still pounding as you climbed the ladder down from the cockpit. Once on the lower level, you let out a heavy breath, hand going to your chest, where your heart thudded against your palm.

─

You were on the lower level of the Crest, making the kid his dinner, when the shaking began. The ship trembled harshly, throwing off your balance and causing the bone broth you were heating up to spill.

You snatched up the kid from his pod and bee-lined for the ladder. While climbing, the shrill blare of an alarm bounced off the walls of the Crest. The kid squealed in fear, not understanding what was going on. Your free hand caressed the top of his head in an attempt to soothe him.

Another shock wave rocked the ship. You grunted as you tightened your hold on the rungs of the ladder to stop you and the kid from falling. As cautiously as you could, you hauled yourself up.

“What's going on?” You yelled once you stumbled into the cockpit, clutching the frightened child tightly to your chest as the ship continued to shake violently. Mando's hands flew over the controls, steering the Crest through what appeared to be an asteroid field.

"We're taking fire," he gritted out, dodging another large asteroid that whizzed past the viewport. “Bounty hunters. They're trying to force us out of hyperspace."

The alarm finally shut off, and you let out a sigh of relief as you put the kid in one of the co-pilot seats, strapping the harness around him. The ship jolted again as a blast hit the aft shields. Mando cursed under his breath, diverting more power to maintain the failing shields. You yelped as your footing was lost before you could seat yourself in the other co-pilot seat, causing you to crash into Mando and land in his lap.

You didn’t have the chance to mumble out an awkward apology or to even let yourself get flustered before he was wrapping one arm around your middle and drawing you snug against him. Despite the chaos, you were acutely aware of how close you were pressed against the hard beskar of his armor. Mando's strong arm held you firmly in place on his lap as he continued piloting the ship with his other.

"Hold on," he said, his modulated voice steady despite the mayhem. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, anchoring yourself as another blast rocked the ship. Your stomach flipped with fear, seemingly in tune with the hard turns and twists Mando made attempting to lose the bounty hunters in the asteroid field.

“I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold, Mandalorian!” The bounty hunter’s threat sounded over the com. Another round of blasts assaulted the Crest as you tighten your hold around Mando’s neck to keep yourself in place. A low growl rose in his throat so deep you could feel it vibrating in his chest. The blush decorating your cheeks felt as hot as the lava of Mustafar.

He slid his arm from around your waist, wildly pressing buttons you had no idea the purpose of. He grabbed a switch, increasing the speed of the ship. Your breath caught in your throat; you wanted to scream; maybe confess everything you’ve been feeling the last few months. If you were going to die during a high-speed chase with bounty hunters that wanted your head, you might as well lay it all out in the open while you could. But every word stuck to your throat, and the only thing you did was clutch closer and tighter to Mando. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck, the scent you’d become acquainted with during your stay in his bunk wafted up your nose.

Just when you’d made peace with whatever outcome this predicament would have, he hit the brake. Hard. The sudden movement had you scrambling to keep your hold on him. The two of you were flung forward by the force of the sudden stop. You knew you had screamed while you struggled to keep your arms around him.

With your eyes clenched shut, you felt another tremor shake the ship. You cracked one eye open to take a look, shooting both wide open when you saw the bounty hunter’s ship hovering in front of the Crest.

“That’s my line.” Mando snapped, taking aim at the other ship. One shot, and it exploded into a million forgotten pieces.

The sudden silence seemed louder than all the chaos that had just occurred. With every passing second, you became more and more aware of the exact position you were in. Arms thrown around Mando’s neck, your face practically brushing his helmet. You could feel the hard planes of his beskar under your hands, the slow rise and fall of his chest. His arm was still anchored around your waist, hand splayed across your lower back.

You couldn’t make yourself move, only being able to let out a few shaky breaths here and there. The adrenaline flooding caused you to shake from the inside out, your heart thumping so hard in your chest that you thought it would burst free.

Finally, you turned to face the impenetrable blackness of Mando’s visor. “We’re never doing that again,” you rambled.

A rumbling chuckle came from him. “I don’t know; I kind of like it.”

There was a smugness tinting his voice, making you take pause. What was he on about? And then, as shocking as a bolt of electricity, it dawned on you. He wasn’t talking about the chase; he was talking about you still perched on his lap. Like you belonged there.

Baffled and a little amused, you quickly went to stand, but his arm slung around you tightened. You couldn’t move with him still holding you to him. You didn’t know what to do, staring at him in silent confusion. Not being able to see his face to judge what he was thinking, you had no choice but to become extremely aware of every place you two were connected.

“Mando-”

“Just stay for a minute.” He cut you off in a pleading voice.

With him talking to you like that, you would’ve done anything for him. You were going to grant him his request when a childlike squeal sounded from beside you. Both of you immediately turned your heads to the kid still strapped in the co-pilot seat. Mando allowed you to get up so you could unfasten the harness and check to see if he was okay. He didn’t seem to be hurt; thank the Maker.

“He alright?” Mando asked.

You turned towards him, expecting to be met with his t-shaped visor staring blankly at you with hidden eyes you didn’t know the color of. Instead, you find him looking straight ahead, not meeting your gaze. As if he hadn’t just begged you to stay seated in his lap for a while longer.

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You were never the type of person to put yourself in awkward positions on purpose.

After the incident that happened in the cockpit, you and Mando had been tense around each other. He seldom even looked your way anymore, never speaking to you unless absolutely necessary. The subtle touches from him had gone away too. You didn’t understand it. He was the one to keep you clutched against him. He was the one who asked you to stay. And now he was avoiding you like a wild bantha.

Which leads to your current issue.

The nightmares.

When you were a child, night terrors plagued you. You’d wake up screaming at the top of your lungs, frightened to no end of something you couldn’t recall. You eventually grew out of it, but now they’ve started back up again for some unknown reason. They were less intense now you supposed. You didn’t wake up screaming, at least.

But you would shoot up from your makeshift cot in a cold sweat. Your heart pounding against your ribcage painfully, and your bones rattling inside you. And the only thing you wanted in the moments after you woke? A certain beskar-covered man who apparently wanted nothing to do with you. There had been numerous times when you’d almost talked yourself into going to find him, but your stubbornness won out each time. It would be pathetic to throw yourself at him when he very clearly wanted space from you. A person could only hold out for so long, though.

Tonight was one of the worst. From what you could remember of your nightmares, there was no one else in them beside you, and whatever menacing creature hunted you. But this go-around was different.

You were on the Crest; the lights dim all around you, and not a sound reaches your ears. Until the screaming started. First it was Mando, calling your name in a pleading voice. Desperate in a way you’ve never heard him. Then you could hear the kid somewhere, and he was scared. You couldn’t see either of them; didn’t know where they were, but their fear bounced all around you. All you knew was that you needed to find them, save them, make sure they were alright. And not being able to see them made panic crawl up within you.

Where are they!?

You had woken up all at once, a loud gasp flying out of your mouth as you shot up from your cot. You had actually been crying in your sleep, tears making tracks down your face. The nightmare faded achingly slow, the kid's fearful cries and Mando’s desperation still echoed in your mind. Even though it was only a dream, you couldn't shake the urgent need to check on them.

Throwing off your blanket, you slid out of bed and crept as quietly as possible to the compartment where they slept. The ship was dark and silent, aside from the ever-present hum of the engines. It eerily reminded you too much of your nightmare.

Without really thinking about the possibility of you waking them up, you slid open the door. There was no beskar-clad Mandalorian, though, and when you peered up into the hammock where the kid slept, your panic gripped you again. He wasn't there. They weren’t here.

Unsettled all over again, with new tears welling up in your eyes, your feet carried you to the ladder, which you climbed in record time. You practically ripped open the door to the cockpit. Through your tears, you can make out Mando in the pilot's seat, fully armored as always. And sitting on his lap, playing with the silver ball he liked to steal from the controls, was the kid.

“Mando.” You croak out as relief washes over you. You wasted no time in walking over to them and scooping the kid into your arms. You let out a relieved sigh, a few stray tears escaping down your cheeks. You cradled the child close. He cooed contentedly, his little claws grasping at your sleepshirt.

Mando, who had turned to look at you as you entered the cockpit, watched silently. Taking in the sheer relief on your face as well as the tear stains.

"What's wrong?" he finally asked, his voice gentler than you had heard it in days.

You hesitated, embarrassed to admit your childish fears to him. But the memory of your nightmare still clung to you, making you shiver. "I had a nightmare," you confessed quietly. "You and the kid were in danger, and I couldn't find you. When I woke up and you weren't in the bunk…”

You trailed off with a helpless shrug, not meeting his visor. The kid cooed soothingly, patting your cheek with one tiny hand.

To your surprise, Mando rose from the pilot's seat and came to stand before you. He took the kid from your arms, and you fought the urge to snatch him back as Mando placed him in his pod that sat in one of the co-pilots seats. When he was back in front of you, he reached out slowly, giving you time to pull away. It was only when his arms came around you did it dawn on you what he was doing. He cradled you against him as softly as you would the kid. For a moment, you just stood there stiffly, not sure what to do.

Then your breathing hitched as everything overpowered you. The tears came, and you melted into his touch. Wrapping your arms around him, you pressed your forehead to his beskar-cover chest. A lone sob made its way up your throat as you dug your fingers into the collar of his flight suit that peeked out from his armor.

Having him touch you again made you aware of just how much you missed it. How much you’d been longing for it, and right now the craving was all-encompassing. He didn’t utter a single word while you pressed yourself as closely against him as you could. He just stood there, carding his glove-covered fingers through your hair.

Time didn’t seem to exist in the current moment, so you had no idea how long you were there. But it didn’t really matter; an eternity of this would never come close to being enough.

When you finally calmed down, you had one question begging to be asked. All the weeks of tense pretending nothing had changed between you wouldn’t allow you to stay silent anymore.

“Why are you doing this?” You sounded hesitant and slightly muffled as you spoke, your face still buried in his chest.

It took him a long time to answer. “Doing what?” He finally asked in return.

“This.” Your hand gestured widely behind the both of you to indicate the position you were in. “Why are you comforting me after avoiding me for weeks? Why are you acting like you care again? What is this to you?”

He went rigged almost immediately, and you were scared you went too far. “You don’t have to answer that.” You insisted as you tried to break free from him. But just like the time you were sitting in his lap; his arms caged you to him. Even with you pressing your hands to his chest in an attempt to wiggle away, he kept you close to him.

“It…it feels right.” He said, sounding almost frantic.

You stared up at him in surprise, even as his arms remained firmly around you. "It...feels right?" you repeated slowly. “What does that mean?”

Mando sighed, the sound crackling through his modulator. His visor rose as he untangled his fingers from your hair. You couldn’t see, but you could feel his movements behind your head. Then you hear something drop, and only when his hands come into view do you notice he’s taken off his gloves.

“What are you doing?” You asked, pushing away from him. It wasn't the first time you'd seen his hands without his gloves, but those had all been when he was treating your injuries. All times when it had been necessary.

"I can't give you the answers you want right now," he said quietly. "But I can tell you that being close to you feels right in a way nothing ever has."

Before you could respond, his hands came up to cup your face, the warmth and roughness of his skin making you inhale sharply. Your eyes fluttered closed as his thumbs gently stroked over your cheeks, wiping away the last lingering tears. You leaned into his touch, savoring this intimate contact after so long being kept at a distance. His hands trailed lightly down your neck over your shoulders, mapping out your shape through your sleepshirt. You shivered at the sensation, hyper-aware of his every movement.

Slowly, as if you were a frightened creature he might scare away, Mando tilted your chin up. Warmth bloomed in your cheeks as you found yourself staring directly into his visor, but somehow you were convinced you could see his eyes even through the endless blackness. Heart pounding, you couldn't look away.

His hands came up to frame your face once more, sending shivers down your spine. Then, ever so gently, his helmeted forehead rested against yours. The feeling was... strange but not unpleasant. It was comforting in a way you hadn't expected.

"I don't know what this is," he said gruffly. "But I know I don't want to lose it."

The confession hung heavy in the air as both of you came to acknowledge that there was something between you. You were still as confused as ever, but for now, this would have to be enough.

If you couldn't tell by the title, I listened to Only by RY X while writing this. This whole mini-series will be named after it.

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wrathkitty · 9 months

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Short Debts Make Long Friends - Chapter 17

“I hear lightsabers,” you randomly announce.

Lightsabers? The only possible source of such a noise is switched off and presently hanging from his belt.

“Lightsabers,” you repeat. “Like Kylo Ren’s having a tantrum? And also the smoke alarm?”

“Who’s Kylo Ren?” Din asks, even more confused.

A silly smile breaks across your bloodstained face and you lean in, whispering confidingly, “He’s the chosen one…”

He ducks down to take a closer look at you, truly baffled now. You are clammy and pale, but even more alarming are your eyes. The pupils are mismatched, one shrunk to the size of a pinpoint, the other fully dilated.

You peer back at him solemnly, gaze vacant and fever bright. “I think I have to go.”

Oh, it’s long past time to go to the med center, but at least it seems like he won’t have to convince you.

“I know,” he says in a rush. He slides an arm under your knees and instructs, “Hold onto my neck – ”

“No…” You shove clumsily at him, but you are not trying to push him away; you want him to pay closer attention. “I mean I think I have to go back.”

Din freezes, halfway in the process of draping your arm across his shoulders.

I think I have to go back.

Earth.

You mean Earth.

Din crushes you against his chest without a thought to the bruises that are sure to be left on you afterwards. He knows bruises, understands them and how to fix them, but this, whatever cosmic error it was that swept you into his world and threatens to wrench you away from him now – he had promised to get you home, but how can he try to fix something when he wants it to stay broken?

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Short Debts Make Long Friends - An overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

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Little one Pt. 3

Paz Vizsla x Fem reader

Requested by: @canadian-snow-queen @kchavez666 💗💗💗

Warnings: FLUFF!! Protective!Paz, Possessive!Paz, swearing, violence, use of a firearm.

A/n:If you don't like the Warnings please don't read! PLS KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

PART 4 WILL CONTAIN SMUT 👀

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Din had asked the rest of the Mandalorians if they would join him in his fight against the pirates on Navarro. They had all agreed to help, after Paz Vizsla's glorious speech. Y/n was sitting in the ship next to Paz and the other Mando's, they were to be dropped out of the ship and onto the planet surface. Y/n was leaned over, her elbows rested on her legs, lightsaber in hand. She rolled it around in her hands, memories of the past flooding her brain. When she was training, Yoda teaching her the force, he was a wonderful master. He was fair and patient, always taught in intricate detail, showing her everything.

"Do or do not, there is no try." She whispered.

"What did you say?" Paz asked.

"Word's from a wise man. A great man....and Master."

She felt a hand rest on her back, gently rubbing circles.

"If you're afraid-"

"I'm not. I want to fight along side the man I love."

Y/n's gaze met his visor, she gave him a soft smile as she gripped his arm. The large door underneath their feet opened and she looked down to the rocks.

"You don't have a jet pack." Paz said.

"I don't need one."

The chairs dropped from under them and they plummeted it the ground, Y/n landed on her feet with no trouble. The Mandalorian's flew above and headed towards the city, she looked up and a pirates smaller ship caught her eye. Y/n jumped, using the force to go higher, she landed on the top of the vessel, startling the piolet.

With the blue flash of her lightsaber, the ship was going down. She split it in two and jumped off, landing on another one, in which she did the same thing to.

Just before it could hit the ground she leaped off and landed next to Paz in the city, swinging her saber to deflect blaster fire. Vizsla watched as she swiftly moved, knowing when and where the shots was coming from. It amazed him, she suddenly jumped and landed with a boom, knocking over a group of pirates.

Y/n came back to him and took his blaster cannon, aiming at the pirates in the tower. She fired at them until all that was left was a hole in the side of the building and a cloud if smoke.

"This baby is awesome. Imma have to get me one of these." She laughed, handing it back to Paz.

The battle went on, most of the enemy ships were destroyed when one of them locked onto Y/n and started chasing her through the city, shooting at her everytime she accidentally came out into the open.

Soon the relentless pursuit ripped all the energy from her, and she was shot in the side. Paz heard her cry and bolted towards her position, when he saw her laying in the dirt he faced his cannon towards the ship and fired, taking the entire front of it off.

He ran to Y/n's side, picking her up and bringing her into the school. Paz laid her down on a bench, taking a look at her wound. Y/n's eyes slowly opened when he whispered her name, she flinched, feeling the pain.

"Fuck." She cursed.

"It's alright, I'm here. I need you to stay awake, you're loosing a lot of blood."

He stayed with her until Din came plowing in with a good portion of the Mandalorians and Greef Karga. They brought her into the infirmary, Paz held her hand the entire time. Her eyes never left him, her gaze occasionally drifted down his large form, but never did it falter or look to anyone else.

A shock of pain made her cry out when the doc pressed something to her wound.

"Paz!" She shreaked.

He got close and gripped her hand tighter.

"I'm here, Little one. I'm right here."

Y/n buried her head in his shoulder and kissed the fabric that covered his neck, the gesture making his heart beat faster.

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Y/n sat in the covert, staring at the fire. A Mandalorian male watching her from across the cave, making her feel uneasy.

"Got an issue there, Bub?" She asked, not looking up from the flames.

He stood slowly stalking over to her his helmet tilting, he crouched down beside her and gently turned her face towards him.

"I see why Vizsla is so drawn to you." The Mando whispered. "Your beauty is beyond any other."

The look in Y/n's eyes made him chuckle. She looked like she wanted to kill him, but he knew she was far too weak. He ran his thumb over her bottom lip, he was leaning closer when he felt a blade being pressed to the back of his neck.

"Take your hands off of her." Paz's voice growled from behind the man.

"Vizsla." The Mando turned to him, still crouched. "Have you claimed her yet? I haven't heard you voice it."

"She's mine." Paz's tone got deeper the longer the other Mando stayed next to Y/n.

Suddenly the man swung his spear at Vizsla, Knocking him back. Going at him again, he was pushed backwards into the fire. His cloak went up in flames forcing him to shrug it off his shoulders.

The man charged again, stabbing at Paz but missing every time. He was thrown against the wall and was about to swing again when he felt weight against his throat, he coughed attempting to breath but it was impossible.

He fell to his knees, causing Paz to step back in shock and confusion. The other Mando looked to Y/n, Paz fallowed and saw Y/n with her hand raised to him.

The look in her eye was pure anger, the color slowly faded in and out from e/c to yellow then back to e/c. Y/n's arm dropped and she fell on her side. The other Mando gasped for air and sat back against the cave wall.

Paz came over to her, taking her in his arms and carried Y/n to their shared room. He set her down on the cot and brushed her hair out of her face.

"You never cease to amaze me." He whispered.

A weak smiled spread over Y/n's face and her eyes fluttered open. She reached her hand out, running it down his side, feeling his muscle. Paz's breath hitched when he felt her hand stop at his clothed cock. She slowly palmed him through his flight suit, making him lean forward.

"Amaze me, Vizsla." She moaned, biting her lip.

He came closer, his voice so close to her ear.

"You're playing with fire, Little one."

THE END ❤️

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The Maker’s Angel pt. 2

Din Djarin/Mando x female reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: Sub to Dom Din, spitting, name calling, slapping, aggression/anger, cockwarming, domesticity/breeding kink

Info: Fluffy beginning, smutty ending, lots of Mando’a (translations at the end of post.)

Over the next three months Grogu continued his training, you moved your family of three into a small three bedroom home at the base of the mountain, and you found work in the form of selling produce from my garden behind your home.

Din had a bit of an adjustment period, trying to find a good balance between bounty hunting and home-life, but soon settled into a loose schedule of 2 weeks away on work, 1 week home and repeat.

On this day, Grogu was training at the Temple while you sold vegetables from your roadside stand. Din would be returning from his off-world hunt this afternoon, you and your wrinkly green son were anxiously awaiting his arrival.

After collecting Grogu from the Temple you returned home and set about preparing dinner while Grogu roamed the house and caused his usual mischief. Soon enough you heard the familiar clunk of Din’s boots on the stone porch and you rushed to meet him at the door, Grogu following behind at your heels.

Entering your modest dwelling adorned with various trinkets collected during your travels together, Grogu bounds towards Din, his tiny arms wrapping around his legs in welcome embrace. He burbles something unintelligible, and warmth radiates from him like a sunbeam that dispels any lingering fatigue from his long travel home.

Din!” You wrapped him in a hug, pressing your forehead against his beskar helmet while placing your palm against the engraved Manticore on his armored chest plate; something you’d made a habit of doing every time he returned from his hunts. “we’ve missed you.”

Returning the embrace, he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, sucking in a deep breath to fill his lungs with your unique scent of flowers and earth —a heady concoction that always seems to calm him.

"Missed you too," He whispered back.

“Been good for mommy?"

He released you gently before picking up Grogu and walking to the couch, sitting down on the sofa with him.

“He’s always good.” You teased, poking Grogu’s little belly to hear him giggle.

“Let’s get you comfy.” You told Din softly.

He’d come to love this part of returning home so he had no qualms about setting Grogu next to him while you slipped off his boots.

He leaned back against the couch's soft fabric as you begin to remove his beskar with practiced ease, you unfasten the secured metal plate across his torso, bringing you one layer closer to the expanse of his muscular stomach beneath his flight suit.

After you removed all his armor and sat it aside in its designated leather basket, you sat on his knee for a moment. Leaning into his chest and kissing the crook of his neck, smelling the salty dried sweat and the scent that was so uniquely him.

A soft moan escapes his lips as your warm breath caresses the soft flesh of his neck, sending shivers down spine after every sweet kiss.

“Helmet now?” You asked, fingers poised to remove it if given permission.

"No, it's fine," He manage to mumble out, "You go ahead and finish preparing dinner."

He took Grogu, placing him on his shoulder and walking to the dinner table and setting him down on the table cloth.

“Here, set the table for us okay?” Din said calmly, gesturing to the silverware and dishes already stacked on the table.

Grogu babbled in response, flattening out his ears in annoyance, though he complied anyway. After all, his dad did ask nicely…

Din stood leaned against the doorway to the kitchen following your every move as you worked. He smiled to himself as he watched you placing three bowls of steaming hot stew on a tray—a hearty blend of root vegetables, wild mushrooms, and tender slices of venison meat simmered slowly in rich broth.

"Smells delicious," He compliment sincerely, "Thank you."

“You’re welcome.” You smiled. “I baked some fresh bread too, it should be done cooling now.”

“Grogu?” Din’s deep voice came through the vocoder as he spoke. “think you can handle the tray here?”

Grogu huffed as he stuck out both of his tiny arms and scrunched his eyes shut. Bringing the tray safely, albeit wobbly, to the center of the table via the Force.

“Good. You’re getting better.” Din praised him, a compassionate tone reserved only for the most special people in his life.

You take a seat across from Din, presenting freshly baked bread on wooden platter covered by crisp white linen. He can't help but observe your movements—each fluid motion an enchanting sight for his tired eyes.

"You know how good you look doing this?" He asked with a grin, slipping off his helmet and sitting it aside. "Cooking... baking... taking care of home?"

“Maybe.” You couldn’t help but blush as you sliced into the fresh loaf of bread.

His eyes happily taking in the sight of your rosy cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. A soft chuckle escapes his lips before he spoke again.

"It suits you... this domestic side." He murmured teasingly, yet undertones laced within his words hint at respect for your work in and around the home.

His compliment stirred a swirling storm within your core, the blush in your cheeks spreading rapidly as you let your mind wander out of control. Finally you cleared your throat and tried your best to swallow down the lump of desire that had formed in your throat, slicing the loaf of bread for your clan of three to eat with the stew.

"So... how was your day?" He asked casually, "Anything interesting happen? Any troublemakers causing mayhem outside our cozy little nest?"

With a well-practiced motion, Din placed Grogu in his high chair and buckled him securely in place. He then set his bowl on the tray for him, forcibly but gently making Grogu hold a spoon rather than use his hands like he so desperately wanted to.

“My produce stand sold out in less than 2 hours.” You said proudly.

“So I got to come home and read for a bit before going to pick up this little booger.“ You laughed, watching their interaction while you spoke.

“And on our way home from the Temple Grogu and I stopped at the river to splash about a bit, didn’t we buddy?” Grogu nodded happily, a large chunk of venison in his mouth.

A smile tugs at corners of Din’s lips as he lifted his helmet and placed it on the far-side of the table, amusement glinting in his eyes as Grogu chomps down on chunky morsel dangling between fingers stained red from venison juice.

"That does sound like an enjoyable day," He agreed, "But I have a question for you."

He set down his utensils momentarily, leaning forward close enough for your breaths to mingle in temporary shared silence.

"I-I had too much time to think on this last hunt," He paused, searching for words with his lips locked tight against sudden surge of emotion threatening spill forth, "you’re still happy aren’t you? You’d tell me if you weren’t right?"

“Din, of course I’m happy… w-what made you think I wasn’t?” You asked in concerned impatience.

“Well I don’t think you’re unhappy, that’s not what I meant.” He grumbled, sitting back in his chair with his eyebrows furrowed.

“I- well, you…” He let out an annoyed puff of air. “I’m just afraid.”

“Afraid?” You asked in confusion.

“For the first time in a long time, I’m afraid and I don’t like it.” He said quietly. “I feel itchy, my throat hurts, my armor feels too heavy… I- I can’t… I mean-“

He inhaled sharply, punching down his feelings with a beskar fist. His fingers twitched as he contemplated putting his helmet back on, his armor was for physical protection just as much as it was for spiritual and emotional protection. He shook his head, deciding against it so that you could see his face while he spoke about something so important.

“I’m afraid I’ll come home and you won’t be here.” He said softly. “I know… realistically that won’t happen. I know that.”

“But, It’s scary to think that it could happen.”

“Oh C’mere you big softie.” You whispered, standing up and squeezing into his lap to hold him close. Kissing softly until you heard a soft whimper escape Din’s lips…

“You could be in a different galaxy, away for decades, and I would still be here waiting for you.” You assured him quietly as you stood up, caressing his cheek as you did.

“You are… you’re to good.” Squeezing your hand he whispered in a gruff tone. “You’re too perfect. Sometimes it’s hard to believe you’re real.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you just squeezed his hand back in return and scooted your chair around the small round table to be closer to him.

The rest of dinner was punctuated with giggles and stories from your weeks apart, Din sparing the gory details while still making sure to include as much detail as possible, knowing you enjoyed hearing about his work. However, he didn’t know you only requested for his most detailed descriptions just so you could hear him talk alittle longer.

“Go play.” Din said gruffly after cleaning off Grogu’s hands and face at the kitchen sink.

The little one hopped down from the countertop and waddled off to living room, dumping a basket of toys over and digging through them until he found what he was looking for, a game cube. His favorite thing to do, making the colors flash and match up in the correct sequences using his Force abilities. Not only was it fun, it was wonderful practice.

Din shook his head, it was still hard to grasp how something so little held such power. It never failed to impress him, make him proud.

He returned to the dining room table, and sat back in his chair, patting his knee for you to sit on. His arms wrap tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He squeezed you hard, forcing the air out of your lungs in a crushing hug. He held you like that for a moment before loosening his grip.

He looked down at your lips before leaning in to place a passionate open-mouthed kiss on each side of your neck. Goosebumps covered your arms as he left a wet trail up the column of his throat to lock your lips in a searing kiss.

It soon turned frenzied, a dance of tongues tangling together in a display of raw desire from long denied release.

"Cyarika.” A strangled moan escapes his throat, "I... I want you."

Shhh,” You broke the kiss, hand firm on his chest. “patience Din… wait for Grogu to go to bed.” You giggled at his eagerness.

Groaning softly, he reluctantly relented to your demands—raw yearning tempered by cool rationality as he pulled himself back to reality.

"Alright..." He murmur begrudgingly, "But once Grogu's asleep... nothing will hold me back."

“Good.” You leaned in, whispering seductively before nibbling on his ear.

You rose from his lap, gathering the dirty dishes from the table and placing them carefully in the sink. Purposefully walking with a sway to your hips, making your ass jiggle with every stride.

"I'll finish these." He mumbled softly, placing a comforting hand on your waist. "You should put Grogu down for bed... show him who the boss is around here."

Alright. I’ll be back.” You promised, picking up Grogu and taking him to his room to tuck him into bed with his favorite stuffed animals.

Once he was sound asleep you crept out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind you with a soft click.

You all but ran back to the kitchen to find Din who had nearly finished washing the dishes. As he turned around, hearing your steps, you reached behind your back and pulled at the string that held your bandeau top on. Untying the bow that kept it in place and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Startled by your sudden brazen display he nearly dropped the pot in hand; heart racing as his eyes devour your chest now exposed to his hungry gaze—nipples erect and pert, begging for attention.

"Cyare" He croaked, voice strained with desire, "You... you're gonna kill me."

Without waiting another moment, he let the pot clank on the countertop, not bothering to dry his wet hands before reaching out to grasp your waist, pulling you flush against his body. His hardened member pressing urgently against your lower abdomen. His lips crash hungrily against yours, tongue tangling in lustful need barely suppressed by mere clothing separating you from complete surrender to those primal urges that clawed at your insides.

“Sit on the couch. Hurry, c’mon baby I’m feeling needy.” You softly instructed him, following behind him as he rushed to obey you.

“Get your cock out for me baby.” You whispered, trying to seductively strip your pants and underwear as well.

Swiftly following suit, his hands moving dexterously on his pants; lowering them to his ankles and kicking them off impatiently along with his boxers revealing his thick length standing proudly awaiting your touch.

"Here..." He murmur hoarsely, "Take it... do whatever you want."

“Oh I plan on it.” You teased, licking and suckling slowly on the swollen tip of his cock.

His breath hitches in a sharp intake as your soft lips envelop the engorged tip—warm wetness swallowing him whole causing a strike of mind-numbing pleasure to surge through his cock like lightning striking the earth of Mandalore.

“Mesh'la… kar'taylir darasuum.” His voice husky and affectionate as he threaded his fingers through your hair.

You let your hands wander the expanse of his hairy thighs, pressing your nose into the curls at the base of his dick to breathe in his musky scent. The way he sounds… the way his lips move, the grit in his voice when he speaks Mando’a to you, makes you practically feral.

You couldn’t help yourself, immediately releasing his cock with a drooly ‘pop’ and standing up, straddling his legs and hovering over his waiting girth.

“Din,” You pleaded, “I can’t wait. I’ve been wet since the second you stepped foot into the house.”

An involuntary groan escapes his lips as he watched you position yourself over him; your pussy just out of reach, taunting him.

His rough hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as desire grows unbearable, "Fuck me... please." He whined, trying to force you down onto his throbbing length.

“Y-yes.” Sliding your soaked pussy down his cock, releasing a high pitched whine at the burning stretch of his dick plunging deep into your cunt.

Pain and pleasure intertwine into a maelstrom of sensations— clenched teeth to stifle your moans; reverberating swallowed pleas echoing from his throat with urgency as you slowly impale yourself on him.

"M-maker.” He gasped out through clenched jaw, "Fuck... fuck me like I'm your bitch."

“You are my bitch.” You growled.

Your hand shooting out to grip his throat tightly and force his head back against the couch cushions.

“Open your mouth.” You whispered.

His eyes widen as your grip tightens, constricting the airflow to his brain addling his senses further.

"Y-Yes..." He managed to choke out between ragged breaths, "Whatever you want."

“Stick out your tongue out for me now baby.”You said sweetly. “There, that’s a good boy.”

You pushed your hips flush to crotch, grinding in circles on his thickness, feeling it throbbing in response to each pulsing clench of your pussy. Halting your movement completely, simply holding his cock captive and rendering him practically pussy drunk with need.

You leaned down to take his tongue between your lips, sucking on it and slurping loudly, feeling his hot breath fanning across your face lips as you did so. His hips involuntary bucking up into you at the sensation of being trapped inside your pussy and at your every whim.

Suddenly you pulled back from his face, making sure to squeeze his jaw to keep it pried open. Spitting harshly into his mouth before snapping his mouth shut with a click of his teeth.

Blinded by desire, he can't resist the storm surging through his veins wildfire-like, spreading and burning its way through him.

"Ni'duraa" He groaned deep and punctuated in his chest, "I love it.”

Arching his hips upwards in anticipation of climax fast approaching, closing in closer each powerful thrust buried him deep inside your pussy. His body trembling with needful want.

“Yeah?” Taunting him you released the hold on his neck to lace your hands together behind his head, using your thumbs to tip his chin up and expose his throat.

Ravaging his jaw and throat with long messy licks. Alternating between love bites and sucking harshly. Finally, after much whining on his part you relented as the sensation of your cunt rhythmically squeezing him as you cockwarmed him, paired with the brutality of your attention to his neck became too much for him.

You slowly resumed your movements on his cock, lightly rocking back and forth, just enough to make the tip brush against that sweet spot deep inside your wet heat. Sliding your hand down between your bodies to find your swollen and needy clit.

A moan escapes his throat as he watches you use him for your own pleasure.

"Y-Yes... Gods fucking yes," His voice cracking with need.

Both of his large hands grip your waist tightly as you tortured him with slow rhythmic thrusts—each deliberate movement driving him closer and closer to orgasm, his eyes welling up with tears of frustration as you refused to allow him to guide your hips at the pace he wanted.

“Get your fucking hands off me and put them behind you back.” You demanded, enjoying the sudden shock in his eyes.

“You don’t need your hands for this okay pretty boy?” You soothed his confusion of your un-characteristic harshness in a sweeter tone.

“Now, as long as you’re good… I’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” You kissed his forehead, nose, lips, then his chin.

“So just sit back and let me do all the work, while I bounce on your cock…” You moaned accidentally, showing how easily he could break my character if he wanted too. “and make you cum over, and over, and over.”

“I’m gonna breed myself on your big fat dick okay?” You whined as his body immediately reacted to your words with a shudder, his eyes fluttering closed momentarily.

“Wait! No no no baby no d-don’t. Just w-wait let me.” He pleaded once his love drunk brain truly registered the meaning of your words; eyes opened wide with urgency.

“No, no c’mon sweet girl let me, let me make love to you. Please? Please just let me love on you while I fill you up, yeah?” He begged.

Lost in the haze of desire, his hands had a mind of their own, refusing to obediently follow your previous instruction—placing themselves behind back to rest idly on your hips.

His head rolls back against couch cushion, eyes closing tightly as he surrendered to your wishes.

“Yaihadla? Gods yes... that sounds perfect."

“Oh does it?” You cooed down at his pitiful face. “is that what you want? You want me to fuck myself on your cock until you get me good a pregnant?”

A gravely moan escapes his throat, hands gripping tightly to keep hold on reality slipping away as you continued your merciless tease.

"Yes!" He choked out through grit teeth, "Just... just fuck me for real already."

Your words, your continued denial of giving into his needs only fueled the firestorm in his veins—a primal urge clawing at the surface of his sanity.

“Say please for me.” You taunted. “You have manners, use them.”

Din felt a blush rise in his cheeks, submission tinged with embarrassment adding extra layer of vulnerability he hated to admit that he loved.

"P-Please..." He whimpered out desperately, "Fuck me... please fuck me now."

“Good boy,” You praised him, removing your fingers from your clit to lace both hands into his sweaty hair.

Immediately you bounced harder, faster… rolling your hips with every down stroke, getting a teasing bit of friction on your neglected clit.

He whined, pulling one of your hardened nipples into his mouth and suckling greedily.

“I love it when you let me use you like you’re just a little fuck toy.” You moaned, trying to rile him up.

With that said you bit down on the Adam’s apple of his throat and clapped one hand over his mouth to muffle the sound of him crying out in pain, his cock twitching proving he loved this display of dominance as much as you did.

"Gods-“ He managed to grunt, voice muffled by your hand, "you brat!"

Spasms ripple through his abdomen as his muscles tightened. He was close, and you couldn’t have that… not just yet.

“You call that an insult?” You laughed.

“You can do better than that can’t you? Hmm? Or are you too pussy-drunk from being my goddamn dildo to think?”

You rear back to slap him across the face hard, a sickening whack echoed through the room.

“There, that better? Give you some motivation to do better?”

Stunned by sudden blow, stars dance in his vision briefly before his focus snaps back to the present moment, anger burning brightly within his eyes.

"What the-?" He growled through clenched teeth, "You want a fucking insult? I’ll give it to you then you little bitch!"

With a primal roar, his muscular arms wrap around your waist and lift you off the ground; practically dragging you until he pinned you against wall, your dangling feet barely brushing the cool wood of the living room floor.

You smiled widely, a feral excitement in your glassy eyes; finally he was angry, finally he’d be as rough as you had been begging him to be for months now. You let out a low growling moan as if a wild animal was clawing it’s way out of your throat.

Intensity escalates rapidly his lustful anger threatening to consume all in its path.

"Fuck you..." He snarled viciously, "Fuck this... fuck those stupid bounties for keeping me away from you.”

With brute strength borne from years spent fighting for survival against odds insurmountable, he thrusted deep into your cunt.

“Vaii did ner cyare riduurok slanar?” He growled, eyebrows furrowed.

His already harsh thrusts became brutal plunges; your body slamming into wall with each powerful stroke meant to possess and claim.

“Ohhhhhh.” Your flesh pimples up In goosebumps.

Each thrust of his cock driving so far into your cunt that his tip slammed against my cervix painfully. Though it was worth every teeth gritting second all for that delicious push and pull of velvety skin against your raw and need clit.

“That’s it. This is what I wanted.” You praised, eyes filling with tears.

Breaths coming in ragged gasps, sweat coating his forehead in a light sheen.

"Y-Yeah... goddamn it..." He groaned lowly, "You fucking love this don't you? You want me to fucking claim you as mine?"

Teeth clash together in a violent snap; fury and desire merge into primal symphony of skin on skin, shared breath and unbidden pleasure.

“We’ve been married for almost a year!” You snapped as he dug his fingertips into the soft flesh of your ass. “And I’ve finally pushed you over the edge. Finally got you to be rough, to be mean.”

You arched your back with a high pitched squeal, bracing yourself with your hands gripping your forearms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he ravaged you.

“Of course I fucking love it you idiot!” You panted.

Though blinded by passion, he can't help but feel a pang of guilt in his chest.

"Gods... you fucking insane?" He managed to choke out hoarsely, "This... this is what you needed? This is what you’ve been begging for?”

His eyes lock onto yours filled with love and desire combined into single focus piercing through yours with a burning intensity.

“I’m finally getting what I want, either shut up or fuck me senseless god damnit!” Your voice although demanding, had hidden notes of pleading.

You were so close to orgasm you could practically taste it.

“Gods you’re so deep,” You groaned, pushing your hips forward to suck his length in farther. “C’mon fill me up, breed me like I know you want to.”

Din couldn’t help but let out a strangled laugh through gritted teeth.

"Gods..." He breathed, wrapping his arms around you tightly to press your bodies together, "You really have no idea how fucking right you are."

His forehead drops to rest on your shoulder as his lungs squeezed out a reedy whine. With a final surge of energy, he buries himself deeply between your folds, holding you still as he pumped you full of his hot cum. Each spurt brought out a shameless whimper from his full lips, his face now tucked in the crook of your neck.

“Udesiir, atiniir.” He mumbled against your soft skin.

As you felt him cum, warm and sticky ropes of wet coating your insides you cried out loudly. Eyebrows furrowed with your mouth open in a high-pitched whine, turning into babbled words.

“That’s it, that’s just what I needed. Feels so good, shit- I love it, I love you.”

He starts up his thrusts again, this time slow and sensual with the sounds of your messy cum coated cunt. He takes his time to fuck you through your orgasm, your body shakes uncontrollably as warm wet slick gushes from your pussy and leaks down my thighs.

"Gods... you're such a brat..." He managed to speak between ragged gasps for breath.

“Don’t act like you didn’t love every second of that.” You chided him, kissing his jaw gently.

“Bet you wish you’d given in a long time ago now don’t you? Hmm?” You teased.

With a loud bellowing laugh echoing through the room he agreed with you.

"Fuck off, you know damn well how much I enjoyed it." He retorted with a slight grin sneaking onto his lips despite best efforts.

"Next time... we do it in bed." Gently, his hands tenderly reach out and help you slide down from wall still trembling with aftermath, whispering softly into your ear, nipping lightly on the lobe before returning to his usual serious demeanor.

“Don’t expect that kind of rough treatment often,” He said sternly. “Although I don’t have any complaints about it; You’re precious to me, I want to take care of you, make love to you, not ravage you like an animal all the time.”

“You can make love to me nice and slow, all gentle like you love to tomorrow.” You kissed him softly, lovingly like you normally did.

A chuckle escapes his throat, unable to suppress the wide grin creeping onto his lips again.

Mando’a to English (in order of appearance I think)

Cyare- beloved

Mesh’la- beautiful

Cyarika- darling, sweetheart

‘Mesh’la kar'taylir darasuum.’- ‘Beautiful, I will hold you in my heart forever.’

Ni'duraa- disgusting/gross

‘Yaihadla?’- ‘pregnant?’

‘Vaii did ner cyare riduurok* slanar?’- ‘Where did my sweet love go?’

*Riduurok: used only for spouses

‘Udesiir, atiniir.’- ‘Relax, just take it.’

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