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Clan of Three - Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: Redemption

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Word Count: 6.3K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, angst, Moff Gideon (he deserves his own warning), sadness like so much

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“You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not.” He speaks up again and Mando yells back into the comm.

“Kuiil, are you back on the ship yet? They're onto us! Kuiil, come in!” Mando yells as nothing comes through on your end.

“In a few moments, they will be mine.” The man calls out.

“Kuiil! Do you copy? Kuiil!” Mando can’t ignore the fear in his chest, if they get the child and with how many enemies were out there they would get you as well.

“They mean more to me than you will ever know.”

You feel a tightness in your chest feeling the loss and feeling of failure…Kuiil.

“Kuiil! Are you there? Come in, Kuiil….Kuiil, come in. Do you copy? Kuiil? Kuiil!”

The cantina is littered with imperial bodies as a former magistrate, a shock trooper, and a Mandalorian all together to protect a child and a girl who have extraordinary powers.

“Is there another way out?” Cara asks peeking out the window at the large platoon of troopers and this imperial warlord.

“No, that's it,” Greef says looking around the whole cantina their only way out is the two doors leading outside.

“What about the sewers?” Mando says and you look over at him,

“Sewers?” You ask and he nods beginning to look around.

“The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape.” He explains searching for an access point to the sewers.

“Yeah, sewers are good,” Greef says happy for this new piece of news before looking out the window with Cara on the other side. “What the hell are they waiting for?” He asks and you peek over seeing them bring out a giant weapon in large cases.

“Hold up. They're setting up an E-Web.” Cara says fear clear in her voice, “It's over.”

“I found the sewer vent,” Mando calls out and you and Cara come over moving the seat that is blocking the gated vent.

“Let's get the hell out of here,” Cara says trying to pull the grate off the vent but with no luck.

“It's assembled! How long until that thing's cleared?” Greef yells back, “Blow it.”

Mando’s hands move to his belt finding no charges, “I'm out of charges.”

“Get out of the way!” Cara pushes him aside using the large weapon she brought to shoot down the vent, you cover your face from the bright light and the sounds could be heard from outside.

“Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation. I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration,” The imperial warlord shouts out as you all pause, “Members of my escort have completed the assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster. If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model.”

Your head snaps over looking at Cara as she hears personal details of her life called out, as the man continues to speak, “Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore when gun outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears.” You look over at Mando who is frozen staring out and you felt an entire door of information open up…you knew his name. After weeks of being with him, something as simple as a name you never learned. He was the Mandalorian, the bounty hunter, or Mando…but you heard his name. Din Djarin.

“Y/n L/n I know you’re in there as well. A thief on Tatooine but you are far more important to me than anything in the galaxy. I know more about you than you know about yourself…you have a much more important role in this than you think you do. Information I know about you…your family…your bloodline can shift the roles. That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.” The man says and you can feel the stares from the three adults especially the burning one from Mando’s. You couldn’t be more confused with his words…you had no importance in the galaxy than the simple power you had. Your family was nothing..you were nothing.

“I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karga to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to lay down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end.” He says and you see Greef look away from you before shouting out.

“What do you propose?”

“Reasonable negotiation.” The warlord calls out and Greef scoffs,

“What assurance do you offer?”

The man's voice echoes into the cantina, “If you're asking if you can trust me, you cannot. Just as you betrayed our business arrangement, I would gladly break any promise and watch you die at my hand. I will act in my own self-interest, which at this time involves your cooperation and benefit. I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire.” You all look at each other taking in his words before Greef speaks up.

“I say we hear him out.”

“The minute we open that door, we're dead,” Cara says and Greef snaps back,

“We're dead if we don't. At least out there, we've got a shot.” Greef says and Cara is fearful but also filled with anger.

“That's easy for you to say. I'm a Rebel Shock Trooper. They'll upload me to a Mind Flayer.” She says and Greef gives her a look.

“Those aren't real. That was just wartime propaganda.”

“I don't care to find out. I'm shooting my way out of here.” Cara says cocking back her gun before turning to Mando, “What about you, Mando?”

“I know who he is. It's Moff Gideon.” He says and the two adults look almost shocked while you were confused.

“Who?” You ask and Cara is almost in disbelief, “No. Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes.” 

“It's him. He knew my name.” Mando says and Greef looks over at him trying to understand what that proves, “So? What does that prove?”

“I haven't heard that name spoken since I was a child,” Mando says

“On Mandalore?” Greef says and Mando shakes his head,

“I was not born on Mandalore.” “But you're a Mandalorian,” Greef asks and Cara explains,

“Mandalorian isn't a race.”

“It's a Creed.” Mando says, “I was a foundling. They raised me in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him. That's how he knows who we all are.”

“He says he needs us, which means the child got away safely.” Greef says trying to shed some good fortune, “I was worried when the Ugnaught didn't respond, but if they'd captured the kid, we'd already be dead.”

“Mando..” You whisper looking at him and he recognizes the look on your face, the self-sacrifice is written all over your face.

“No. no, you’re not doing that kid.” He says shaking your head and you step towards him making him look at you.

“You guys are going to get yourselves killed protecting me. I won’t let your deaths rest on my conscience.” You start and Mando grabs your arms making you look at him.

“My job was to protect you, not let you do this self-sacrificing bullshit!” Mando shouts at you and you can feel the fear in both of you.

“He’s not going to stop coming after us! He knows too much about me…about all of us. I’m not going to let my life ruin yours and the rest of the Mandalorians.” You say looking straight at him and he wasn’t sure if he even had his helmet as you looked right into his eyes. “You have to let me go…” You say softly and he shakes his head the grip on your arms tightens.

“I won’t let you.” He says before grabbing his comm, “Come in, Kuiil. Kuiil?” Silence fills the air and the idea of your sacrifice grows more real to Din and he can feel the fear growing stronger. “Nothing. They might have jammed the link.”

“Kuiil has been terminated.” IG-11’s voice comes through the comm surprising you all,

“What did you do?” Mando says quickly and it almost sounds like the wind is coming from the other side of the comm. Were they on the ship heading far away from Nevarro?

“I am fulfilling my base function.” The droid responds.

“Which is?”

“To nurse and protect.” A low rumble fills the air before the sound of blaster fire enters the air.

“What was that?” Greef asks and you all peer out the window seeing the troopers turn from facing you to one of the pathways as the fighting grows closer. Appearing on a speeder bike two guns in his hands as he shoots down troopers and you see the child strapped to his chest.

“Cover me,” Cara says shooting her gun through the window and hitting some of the troopers down.

Greef rushes outside quickly firing at troopers and you move to go out when a hand latches on to your arm.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Mando says holding onto your arm like it was a lifeline and you nod, pulling out your blaster.

“You don’t either.”

The two of you exit the cantina and are hurled into the fight. Dodging blaster fire overhead, shooting out troopers. Din stayed practically beside you as he fired out against some troopers quickly eliminating any that got near you. You provide cover fire to any coming at Mando’s blindspots. Arms wrap around your waist lifting you into the air and throwing you to the ground you kick your leg out hitting one of the death troopers and seeing two attack Mando. Rolling out of the way grabbing your blaster shooting them in the head as they collapse going to fire on the two attacking Mando but they are already shot down by Greef. Mando pulls you up to your feet as you shoot out at any troopers seeing IG-11 get hit in the leg still protecting the child but beginning to be overwhelmed. You see Mando go over to the E-web taking it off the stand firing it out at the large number of troopers attacking IG. They drop like flies as you fire at but they seemed to keep swarming you all. A shout comes from Mando and you look seeing him stumble forward and shot in the back of the head. Looking past him seeing Moff Gideon standing with his blaster pointing at Mando with a squad of troopers around him. Mando turns holding the e-web ready to fire and you see Gideon’s gaze move from the gun to the ammunition box before his blaster aims there.

“Mando!” You yell right as an explosion sends you flying back hitting the ground blacking out for a second and Mando is sent crashing into the ground with heavy force. A ringing fills your ears as your vision returns trying to push yourself up everything was bright and muted as the gunfire continues, looking forward to seeing Mando on the ground, you yell out though your voice doesn’t reach your ears. Scrambling towards him grabbing his shoulder trying to drag the armored man away from the gunfire. Everything was so quiet but loud at the same time as the blaster fire grows closer to you as Gideon’s troopers draw closer to you. With a yell, you throw your hand out and with a shockwave, the troopers are all sent flying back even Gideon is moved back. Hands grab you pulling you up and away from Mando and you see Cara run in grabbing him slinging him over her back bringing him inside, as Greef gives cover fire throwing you inside as well.

One door closes the other blown down as Gideon steps forward seeing the mass casualties on his end with only five people causing it, “Burn them out.” He growls.

“Stay with me, buddy. We're gonna get you out of here.” Cara's voice sounds muffled as you all barricade yourself by the sewer vent.

“This is our only path out. Can you clear it?” Greef says to IG-11 stepping forward to take the child when it points a blaster,

“If you go near this child, I will no choice but to kill you.” It says and Greef nods holding his hands up and stepping back.

“I understand. Can you do anything to move the grate?” He asks and IG nods its hand producing a small flame torch to carve its way through the metal.

You see Greef in front of you speaking to you but you shake your head not able to understand him, “Kid can you hear me?!” He says and you see him curse seeing the sight of blood coming from your ears. He holds your arms trying to speak slow enough for you to understand, “You are alright…kid just breathe.” You slightly read his lips seeing ‘breathe’ and you take in a gasp of air not realizing you were holding your breath. You look away from Greef seeing Cara trying to tend to Mando who is leaning against the chair on the floor, his shiny beskar armor was blacked with ash. While you weren’t caught in the explosion the shockwave had sent you flying back.

“Stay with me,” Cara says and Din slowly shakes his head his entire body screaming in pain but mainly his head.

“I'm not gonna make it. Go.” He says and Cara shakes her head reaching behind his head,

“Shut up. You just got your bell rung. You'll be fine.” Her blood runs cold seeing her hand come back red feeling the dampness of the cloth around his neck drenched with his blood.

“Leave me,” Din says and Cara is moving to his helmet trying to fix the injury on the back of his head,

“I'm gonna need to take this thing off.” He grabs her hands pulling them down,

“No. You leave me. You make sure the children are safe.” He says grabbing a necklace from under his clothes ripping it off his neck pressing it into her hands, “Here. When you get to the Mandalorian covert, you show them that. You tell them it's from Din Djarin. You tell them the foundlings were in my protection, and they'll help you.” She couldn’t hide the anger from her sadness come through,

“We can make it.” She says but Din had already given up. You look over as a red-striped trooper enters with a large flamethrower in their hand as the furniture towards the entrance is set ablaze. The ringing in your ears doesn’t cease as IG continues to burn a hole through the sewer vent Greef is standing up yelling at you all but everything was still muffled.

“Come on! Let's go!” You look over at Mando who wasn’t moving.

“Mando…we have to go,” You say unaware of your volume as you come to his side trying to pull him up but he isn’t budging. “Come on Mando, get up.” You pull him turning to Cara who is looking down at the gut-wrenching display. “Cara help me.” You say and you see her turn to Mando speaking to him but you still couldn’t hear them.

“I'm not gonna make it and you know it.” Din says looking at Cara who wanted to refuse this outcome, “You protect the children. I can hold them back long enough for you to escape. Let me have a warrior's death.”

“I won't leave you.” Cara grits out and they can feel the flames growing closer to them.

“This is the Way.”

You all look over when you feel the heat as the incinerator troop stands within the flames pointing the weapon at you sending a mass of flames. You hadn’t expected a wall to form in front of you all and you look down seeing the child holding his hand out. Pushing his hand out the flames shoot back at the trooper making the flamethrower explode killing him. You see the child slump from the exertion as IG-11 kicks the grate open.

“We have to move! Now!” Greef says trying to get you all to leave but you still are looking at Mando.

“Mando, get up we have to go.” You try pulling his arm before you move around to his shoulders to pull him up when your hands slip against something. Pulling back your heart grows cold seeing the red stain on your hands. You look at him and he sees the tears welling in your eyes. His head moves slightly while speaking but you shake your head.

“I...I can’t hear you.” You say your voice cracking looking at the defeated warrior, “Let me heal you..I-I can heal you.” Your voice shakes as you try reaching over to heal him the same way the child had but he pushes you back. He continues to speak to you as the flames roar behind you but your head shakes back and forth.

“I can’t hear you! Please just get up…get up Mando. We have to go.” Tears clean the dirt off your face and he softly reaches up wiping them off your face. “Get up Mando! You can’t leave me like this..you can’t.” Your head whips over to Cara who is looking down her heart breaking with each moment.

“Cara help me dammit!” You shout out seeing Cara look away and you look over at Greef who looks crushed but is still yelling at you guys. A hand grabs your face making you look back and you see Mando looking back at you and you can feel his emotions dripping through the beskar and leather covering his skin.

“Go.” He whispers knowing you weren’t going to hear him, “Leave Y/n you have to go.” You shake your head refusing whatever he had to say before he looks at Cara. She curses passing the child off to Greef and he quickly enters the tunnel.

“Escape and protect the children,” Din says to Cara as you continue begging him to get up. She steps forward looking at IG,

“I will stay with the Mandalorian.” The droid says and Cara glares at him,

“Promise me you'll bring him.” “You have my word.”

Cara looks away before grabbing your arm and pulling you up. “No what are you doing?! Cara let go of me. Mando get up! We have to go!” She begins pulling you towards the sewer vent, struggling slightly pulling you with one hand and the other holding her blaster. “Mando stop her! Please don’t leave me! Din! Get up, please! I don’t wanna go! Cara let go of me! Din! Din Please!” Your voice screams out your hand trying to reach out to him as his hand drifts off you falling to his side his heart crumbles watching you fight to stay with him as you’re pulled into the tunnels, him hearing your cries and shouts for him fade.

Tears blur your vision as you let Cara drag you through the tunnels reaching Greef and the child. She pulls out a bacta spray IG had given her, grabbing your face though not as tender as Mando was. She sprays the liquid into both of your ears wiping the blood off your ears your hands still stained with his blood as they shake. You had scuffs and slight cuts from the explosion but losing your hearing had been the main issue. You shove her away wanting to turn back and go back for him but this entire place was a maze and you hadn’t paid attention to where you went.

“You left him to die.” You hiss glaring at the two adults. Your eyes are bloodshot, your voice hoarse from your screams and cries but your hearing had returned slightly the bacta spray already working.

“We had no choice, we have to keep moving,” Cara says giving you a pitying look before looking forward, “Do you know which way to go?” Your heart broke with each step leading you deeper into the tunnels everything looking the same.

“No. I don't know these tunnels. I've only entered from the bazaar. Well, if we get the smell of sulfur and we follow it, it'll lead us up to the plains where the river flows.” Greefs explains holding the child in the pack,

“And the Imps will catch us before we make it to the ship.” Cara says as you turn down another hall the tunnels never-ending, “We need the Mandalorians to escort us to safety.” The sound of footsteps makes you all freeze each of your holding your blasters out ready to attack any troopers that followed after you. The sound of multiple footsteps grows closer and the three of you prepare to fight when the people that arrive make you drop your blaster rushing forward. Your body collides into Mando’s your arms wrapping around his waist tightly and his free hand rest on the back of your head keeping you close to him as he whispers words that you can’t understand. The beskar cold on your skin as tears falls down your face. You pull back looking up at him grateful to see his metal helmet, his rough gloves wipe away the tears on your face.

“I thought you were gone.” You cry and he shakes his head most of his weight on the droid and Cara comes over taking his other side.

“We have to keep moving.” Greef says having returned the child to IG-11.” You’re glued to Mando’s side Cara holding up most of his weight while you have a tight grip on his hand as you turn down another hall seeing more ways to go.

“Ugh, this place is a maze,” Greef says and Mando groans shrugging Cara off him, his footing is slightly stable but he stands tall pushing forward.

“Stop. I can stand.” “The bacta infusion is working,” IG-11 says and Mando steps forward you expect him to pull away from you but he squeezes your hand in reassurance as you continue walking you and Mando leading the way.

“I'll try to find tracks. We're close. Turn here.” You turn down a tunnel you all freeze seeing a pile resting in the middle of the hall. The two of you step forward and you could feel his grip on your hand tightens seeing what the pile was. Mandalorian helmets and armor were discarded and left behind. Had there been an attack? He kneels grabs a helmet looking at the dented protection. The symbol of his people…of his Creed.

“We should go..” Cara says seeing the tension coming off the Mandalorian witnessing this.

“You go. Take the ship. I can't leave it this way.” Mando shakes his head dropping the helmet to the pile before he whips around to Greef stalking towards him, “Did you know about this? Is this the work of your bounty hunters?” 

“No. When you left the system and took the prize, the fighting ended and the hunters just melted away. You know how it is. They're mercenaries. They're not zealots.” Greef defends him with a shake of his head but Mando was fueled with rage for this massacre of his creed.

“Did you do this? Did you?” He grabs Greef by his shirt, “No!”

“It was not his fault,” A female’s voice calls out, and coming from a room another Mandalorian is standing there with a large cart beside her. “We revealed ourselves. We knew what could happen if we left the covert. The Imperials arrived shortly thereafter.” She points at the large pile of armor moving to put more in the cart, “This is what resulted.”

“Did any survive?” Mando asks and the woman shrugs walking into a room which you all follow, the heat from the large forge as she lifts the cart pouring them in as they quickly melt down,

“I hope so. Some may have escaped off-world.” She explains.

“Come with us.” Mando asks and she refused, “I will not abandon this place until I have salvaged what remains.” She continues to put more armor into the smelter as the beskar becomes liquid.

“Show me the ones whose safety deemed such destruction.” She says and you see Mando look at you as he grabs the child both of you stepping forward. You can feel her gaze piercing as she looks over the child, “These are the ones that you hunted, then saved?”

“Yes. The one that saved me.” Mando nods and the memory of first witnessing the child and its gift similar to yours with the mudhorn

“From the mudhorn?” The armorer says and Mando nods, “It looks helpless.”

“It's injured, but it is not helpless. Its species can move objects with its mind.” He explains. Was this the same with you, he never knew of humans on Tatooine that could do the same things you could do?

“I know of such things,” The armorer says looking over the child who looks up at her with wide eyes, “The songs of eons past tell of battles between Mandalore The Great, and an order of sorcerers called Jedi that fought with such powers.”

The Jedi…that was something you were familiar with, stories of them told to you through passing. Is that what you were meant to label yourself as?

“It is an enemy?” Mando asks looking at both you and the child.

“No. Its kind were enemies, but this individual is not.” She says before examining you and you could feel her gaze through the helmet covering her face, “And this one?”

“The same as the child...I’ve seen things the both of them can do.” Mando says and she steps forward leaning closer and you try not to lean away from her. Her presence felt heavy and could send fear into any person.

“Where are you from?” She asks looking closely at you.

“Tatooine.” “No.” You frown at her comment, but you were from Tatooine born and raised it was the only thing you knew. Her hand grabs your face tilting it around as you glance at Mando in confusion.

“Tatooine may be where you were born but your blood, that is not. Features old but familiar…qualities of those from Mandalore.” She says and the room grows deadly silent with her observation. You pull away giving her a look.

“I’m…I’m not. I’m not from Mandalore I’m from Tatooine.” You say trying to prove to them but also yourself. “My parents are from Tatooine…we all were from Tatooine.” You say but thinking deeply did you ever know your family? You had no grandparents and you never reached that age to ask deeply where your family was from. It was only the three of you on that desert planet. You were…you couldn’t be.

Information I know about you…your family…your bloodline can shift the roles. That can alter your dear Mandalorian’s Creed.

Gideon’s words ring in your head…was this what he meant. “What do I do with them,” Mando asks and the armorer moves to the forge,

“They are foundlings. By Creed, they are in your care.” She says moving around the forge and you watch the liquid beskar move through.

“You wish me to train them?”

“They are too weak. They would die. You have no choice. You must reunite them with their own kind.” The armorer says all this information is too much for both you and Mando,

“Where?”

“This, you must determine.” The armorer responds,

“You expect me to search the galaxy for the home of this creature and deliver it to a race of enemy sorcerers?” He incredulously asks and the Armorer repeats words you’ve heard many times.

“This is the Way.”

“Hey. These tunnels will be lousy with Imps in a matter of minutes. We should at least discuss an escape plan.” Cara says looking out into the hall.

“If you follow the descending tunnel, it will lead you to the underground river. It flows downstream toward the lava flats.” She points out the door with a large hammer of hers.

“I think we should go,” Greef says and you all prepare to leave but you see Mando not moving,

“I'm staying. I need to help her and I need to heal.” “Mando…”

“You must go,” The Armorer says pointing to the two of you, “Foundlings are in your care. By Creed, until it is of age or reunited with its own kind, you are as its father. This is the Way.” She says and she moves around her forge as you look at Mando…he was meant to be your father. Din was looking at you with the same look, he was a father now, especially a father or two. “You have earned your Signet. You are a clan of three.” She says holding a signet and fusing it to his right pauldron.

“Thank you.” Mando nods looking at the visible achievement, “I will wear this with honor.”

“We should go.” You say grabbing Mando’s hand and making him look at you and the child in IG’s arms.

“IG, please guard the outer hallway. A scouting party draws near.” The armorer says and IG nods removing the child from its arms and passing it off to Cara who fumbles to hold the child correctly. “Hang on. I don't do the baby thing.”

“I have one more gift for your journey. Have you trained in the Rising Phoenix?” She says moving behind the forge grabbing something and Mando nods,

“When I was a boy. Yes.”

“Then this will make you complete.” She says holding a completely beskar jetpack you look at it in awe and Mando thanks her, “When you have healed, you will begin your drills. Until you know it, it will not listen to your commands.” She finishes

“I understand.” The sound of gunfire fills the hall and you all turn weapons ready but when one set of footsteps appears turns out to be IG-11.

“You are protected.”

“More will come. You must go.” She says and Mando looks over at her,

“Come with us.”

His mentor shakes her head, “My place is here. Restock your munitions,” She points over to a table and Mando moves to grab more charges and anything else he might need as she passes the jetpack to IG, “IG, carry this for Din Djarin until he is well enough to wear it. Now, go. Down to the river and across the plains. Be safe on your journey.” Your hand grabs Mando’s leading him out the door as he looks back one last time. A place he had called home, every memory of it.

“Thank you.”

Following her directions you find yourself in front of a stream of lava, it slowly flows down a river. “This is the lava river,” Greef says with a boat in front of you.

“The ferry droid is fried.” You say pointing at the droid covered in hardened magma.

“Yeah, but if we push the boat out, we can get it to float downstream,” Greef says and he and Mando push against it trying to get it to budge. This must have not been used in years, the stone hardened together. “Push!”

“Come on! What're you doing?” Mando gives Greef a look as they fail at moving it.

“Let's try this. Push!” Greef says the two push again and Cara steps forward.

“Hold him,” She passes the child off to IG grabbing her blaster, “You guys mind getting out of the way?” After a lot of blaster fire the rock crumbles and with a kick the boat is pushed into the river.

“Oh! Good job.” Greef says as you all begin to climb on.

“Watch your feet. It's molten lava.” IG says the joke not landing well. “No kidding.”

Suddenly behind you what was supposed to be a fried droid rises the hardened rock falling off it as it speaks to you all “I don't suppose anybody here speaks droid?” You say looking at them,

“I believe he is asking where we would like to go,” IG says translating for you all.

“Downriver. To the lava flat.” Greef says and the droid brings up a large staff beginning to steer you down the molten river. Looking over at the bay noticing small creatures run along the rock formations as you continue moving downstream. Further, ahead you see what looks like the exit daylight shining through.

“That's it. We're free!” Greef says and you feel relief fill your body. You see Mando staring further out before shaking his head, “No. No, we're not. Stormtroopers. They're flanking the mouth of the tunnel. It looks like an entire platoon. They must know we're coming.” Mando explains having used his helmet scanner.

“Stop the boat.” Cara turns to the droid but it ignores her, “Hey, Droid, I said stop the boat. Hey! I'm talking to you. I said stop!” She whips out her blaster shooting it in the head it collapses but the boat continues to move.

“We're still moving,” Greef says and you all look forward to the slowly approaching entrance.

“Looks like we fight.” You say pulling out your blaster

“There are too many.” Mando shakes his head and you give him a look,

“Then what do you suggest? 'Cause I can't surrender.” Cara says

“They will not be satisfied with anything less than the children.” IG says looking at you and the child resting in its arms, “This is unacceptable. I will eliminate the enemy and you will escape.”

“You don't have that kind of firepower, pal. You wouldn't even get to daylight.” Mando says and IG just looks at him.

“That is not my objective.”

“We're getting close. Saddle up.” Greef yells out as you draw closer.

“I still have the security protocols from my manufacturer. If my designs are compromised, I must self-destruct.” IG explains and Mando is confused.

“What're you talking about?”

“I am not permitted to be captured. I must be destroyed.” IG says as the mouth is only getting closer.

“Mando…” You yell out to him as he keeps arguing with IG.

“I can no longer carry this for you. Nor can I watch over the children.” IG places the child down as well as puts down the jetpack that was gifted to Mando.

“Wait. You can't self-destruct. Your base command is to watch the kids. That supersedes your manufacturer's protocol, right?” Mando says thinking of the change in protocol.

IG nods knowing its programming explicitly, “Right? This is correct.”

“Good. Now, grab a blaster and help us shoot our way out.” Mando says but IG continues to disagree.

“Victory through combat is impossible. We will be captured. The children will be lost. Sadly, there is no scenario where the children are saved, in which I survive.” IG says and Mando shakes his head trying to come up with a new idea.

“Listen, you're not going anywhere. We need you. Let's just come up with a…”

“Please tell me the children will be safe in your care. If you do so, I can default to my secondary command.” IG cuts him off and you can hear the lingering sadness in his voice.

“But you'll be destroyed.” “And you will live, and I will have served my purpose.”

“No. We need you.” Mando says and IG looks over him almost examining,

“There is nothing to be sad about. I have never been alive.”

Mando looks away rejecting the claim. “I'm not sad.

“Yes, you are. I'm a nurse droid. I've analyzed your voice.” IG says before stepping towards the edge and climbing over its legs sink into the lava as it begins to move forward ahead of you.

“IG? What're you doing?”

You see the droid reach the mouth of the river seeing troopers surrounding it as it begins to beep, “Manufacturer's protocol dictates I cannot be captured. I must be destroyed.” A bright explosion fills the mouth of the river and you shield your eyes as IG destroys himself to neutralize the platoon. The boat slowly exits the river your weapons ready for any leftover Imps but everyone was dead taken down by IG. The loud screech of a TIE fighter appears over the ridge.

“Moff Gideon!” Cara yells out as it draws closer to you all of you shooting out at it your blasters missing their speed. It fires hitting part of the ground one round of bolts heads straight for the boat when they freeze in mid-air the energy pulsing in the air. The three adults look over at the child expecting it to be using his powers when Din sees you holding your hand out it shakes slightly holding back the full energy.

“Kid!” He goes to move to you.

“Don’t!” You yell making him stop in place, you grit your teeth as the bolt moves slightly closer and you focus harder on keeping it back, “Don’t touch me. You gotta get out of here…I don’t know how long I can hold this back.”

“I’m not leaving you, kid,” Mando says and your gaze is hardened on the bolt.

“Our blasters are useless against him. He’s going to come back,” Cara says and if you were struggling on holding this one back how would you for another attack?

“Let's make the baby do the magic hand thing. Come on, baby! Do the magic hand thing.” Greef says and the child does nothing but coos looking back. “I'm out of ideas.” Din looks at you struggling to keep this attack from hitting them and the sound of the Tie fighter returning.

“I'm not,” Din says stepping forward and grabbing the jetpack slinging it onto his back pressing a button on his wrist the jetpack igniting.

“Here he comes!” Cara yells out firing her gun at Gideon. You glance over seeing him heading straight at you putting two hands out holding back this energy. You weren’t going to be able to stop this attack.

“Just get out of here!” You yell sweat beading on your forehead from the energy running through your body the adrenaline making your blood pump faster.

“Stay focus kid!” Din yells out shooting straight into the air before the TIE fighter flies past him, latching his grappling cable to it he’s pulled further into the air. Using a boost of the jetpack he lands on the roof of the cockpit looking down and seeing Moff Gideon looking up at him. Firing trying to break through the glass he jerks the ship sending Din rolling off and he grabs one of the wings. The wind and speed almost throw him off as he grabs a detonator activating it but it flies out of his hand as Gideon spins around to shake him off. Clutching onto the ship he grabs at his belt grabs two detonators and slaps to the left joint the rapid beeping going off as he lets go.

“You guys get out of here!” You yell at Cara and Greef as they grab the child getting away from the boat and you feel your focus slipping as the bolt grows closer.

“Kid I need you to trust me and let go.” You hear Mando’s voice comes through your comm and you look down for a second shrieking slightly as the bolt grows closer to you, feeling its heat and energy just feet away. You don’t get to think as you feel hands wrap around your back and legs as you’re scooped into the air your concentration breaking as the bolt slams into the boat exploding it. Looking up seeing Mando hold you as both of you land on the ground in front of Greef and Cara. He puts you down your arms shaking slightly your heart racing. You felt such a large rush of that feeling that you felt like you were on something.

“That was impressive, Mando. Very impressive. It looks like your Guild rates have just gone up. Same with you Y/n.” Greef says.

“Any more stormtroopers?” Mando asks and Greef shakes his head,

“I think we cleaned up the town. I'm thinking of staying around just to be sure.”

“You're staying here?” You ask the feeling waning off the tingling sensation in your body fading.

“Well, why not? Nevarro is a very fine planet. And now that the scum and villainy have been washed away, it's very respectable again.” Greef explains, while you had only known it for the empire’s control you could only hope he did well with it.

“As a bounty hunter hive?” Mando gives him and look and Greef grins,

“Some of my favorite people are bounty hunters. And perhaps, this specimen of a soldier might consider joining our ranks.” He looks over at Cara who doesn’t seem that opposed.

“Yeah. I've got some clerical concerns regarding my chain code.”

“And if you would agree to become my enforcer, clerical concerns would be the least of your worries. But you, my friend, will be welcome back into the Guild with open arms. So, go off, enjoy yourself. And when you're ready to return, you will have the pick of all quarries.” Greef suggests and Cara nods accepting his proposal and Greef turns to Mando.

“I'm afraid I have more pressing matters at hand.” He declines his offer referencing the two of you as Cara hands you the child.

“Take care of this little one.” Cara says stroking the child’s ear as it lets out a giggle, she looks over at you clapping your shoulder, “Stay safe kid.” You nod adjusting your hold on the child.

“Or maybe, they'll take care of you.” Greef teases as Mando shakes hands with Cara and Greef. He comes over to you and you nod ready to go, he scoops you and the child into his arms activating his jetpack and heading off leaving the two behind.

Mando kneels resting the goggles that belong to Kuiil on the small grave made as the three of you look on before you head to the Crest getting ready to leave Nevarro. Mando situates the child in its pram as you strap yourself into your seat. Fixing his small cloak he feels something with the child pulling out the small mythosaur necklace. ”What do you got there? I didn't think I'd see this again. Why don't you hang onto that?” He tucks the necklace back with the child while starting up the ship.

“Din..” You call out to him and he turns surprised hidden under his mask. It felt unusual hearing his actual name coming from some. That name hadn’t been spoken in years but coming from you he only felt comfort and warmth. He was a clan leader now, these two his children, and he as their father.

“Yeah, kid..” He asks and you look at him the stress and relief clean from your face you looked truly calm.

“Thank you…for everything.” You say looking at him and Mando…Din looks back at you before nodding.

“Thank you too.” He says before facing forward as you leave Nevarro’s atmosphere beginning your new adventure. A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the Jedi, and another teenager with similar powers but an undiscovered lineage. To find the Jedi and find the truth of her bloodline. It was just the first step of everything the Mandalorian, Din Djarin was to learn.

Jawas with their sandcrawler salvage parts to trade from a wrecked TIE fighter, the parts going to be valuable and expensive. A laser pierces through the metal frightening the creatures as they scramble away a hole is cut through appearing a man, with dark imperial clothes flows in the wind. In his hands a blade that glows a deep black almost sucking any light near it to darkness, power, and authority exuding off the weapon. He looks out into the plains his victory in the battle lost but this was only the beginning of a war.

A/N: That's the end of the first season of Clan of Three. It's been so much fun writing this story and with season three out it makes it even more exciting. Only one more episode left in season three ahhh! Can't wait to release season two of this story!

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Cara X Reader - NSFW A-Z Headcanon Game

Cara X Reader - NSFW A-Z Headcanon Game

Letters: C, D, K, and U

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Cum: Anything to do with cum

Cara loves to watch as you cum

Your face scrunches up and relaxes all at once and she can’t get enough of it

Her favorite place to watch is when her face is between your legs. The way your thighs tremble and squeeze her head has her smirking and her pride swelling

Her second favorite is when you’re riding her thigh. She always knows you’re close when your hips stutter and she has to guide you to your orgasm

Dirty Secret: A dirty secret of theirs

She’s thought about watching you get fucked by someone else. A lot

It makes her shudder thinking about it but she doesn’t want to say anything to you just in case you don’t like it. She knows you’d never make fun of her for it, but the fear of it ruining your relationship is there

But if she did say something and you agreed to it – ooooh boy are you in for a ride

Kink: One or more of their kinks

Seeing you tied up makes Cara go absolutely feral

Her favorite way to do it is put your wrists together and tie them directly above your head. Her second favorite would be to have your arms tied tight behind your back as she fucked you from behind

Cara always loves to watch you squirm as you tried to get out of your bonds and felt smug when you couldn’t

Unfair: How much they like to tease

Cara absolutely LOVES to tease you

The little touches she gave you here and there throughout the day may have looked innocent to others, but Cara knows exactly where to touch you to get you going

But don’t expect the teasing to end right away, oh no

Even in the foreplay, she will tease and tease you until tears are threatening to fall from your eyes. Only then will she take mercy on you and fuck you proper

[mandadoration]

raise the stakes

summary: The Mandalorian and Carasynthia Dune have you, their sweet little mechanic, to themselves, ambushing you under the guise of leaving to get a bounty. Thank the Maker you’ve dropped the Child off because it gets a little hot and heavy in the Razor Crest. 

word count: 4, 299

Pairing: (sorta established) mandalorian x reader x carasynthia dune

warnings: smut, threesome (MFF), oral sex (male and female receiving), face sitting, face fucking, multiple orgasms, dom/sub undertones, praise kink, pain kink, creampie, unprotected sex, overstimulation

a/n: Same universe as settle the debt, but can be read as a standalone. Filthiest smut I’ve probably written thus far. 

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Something… is definitely up when you walk back onto the Razor Crest. Cara is looking at you with a wicked smile on her face, and Mando… well you can’t exactly tell what he’s thinking, but it can’t be good when he gives Cara a curt nod. At some point they’ve gotten really good at communicating wordlessly, but something tells you that this was something discussed while you were busy actually doing your job instead of scheming. You drop your bag of tools by the hatch that is closing up behind you as you look between them with narrowed eyes. There’s some kind of tension rising in the air, and it makes you uncomfortable and shift where you stand. Not because there’s animosity, but rather it’s the lack of. You’re used to the playful competitiveness between the two, or even the worry that can stuff up the air after a dodgy mission, but this is some sort of inside joke that you are an outsider to. But whatever is lingering in the air is palpable. 

“The ship is in working order,” you announce, voice ringing clear in the quiet hull in an effort to try and clear up the tension, but the suspicion in your tone is too clear to really assuage anything or convince the two to let you in their shared secret. “Cleared up some gunk that was causing the weird sound. And I dropped the kid off with Greef Karga with some choice words. We should be good to go, but I recommend refueling before a second jump to hyperspace.” You receive no answer, but Cara does settle in her seat as Mando gets up and stalks towards you, for lack of a better word. You always seem to forget how formidable he seems. Probably because you’ve seen him fall asleep with the kid in his arms once or twice. After that, the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy tends to stop being so scary. You cross your arms as he walks right up to you and stand your ground. “Would anyone care to tell me exactly what’s going on?” you ask bluntly. 

“What do you mean?” Mando rumbles, and you have to look up at him with how close he is. He’s close enough that you can smell the lingering scent of blaster fire and whatever he polishes his gleaming beskar armor with. He completely engulfs your view, and when you crane your head around to try and look at Cara, he follows to stand in your way. You huff in annoyance. 

“You know what I mean,” you say. A step to the left, and Mando follows with barely any lag. A step to the right, and the same thing happens. The only thing Mando really moves for is when you take a step forward because he takes one back. Other than that, it seems like he insists on being nearly chest-to-chest with you. How childish. “Mando,” you sigh, “didn’t you say that we had some kind of bounty to go after?” The helmet tilts. 

“I did, didn’t I?” he says. You raise an eyebrow. He sounds like he’s entertaining you, as if you were some child. 

“Yes, you did,” you say slowly. “Which is why I did a checkup on the Crest and dropped off the kid with Karga. You know, like you pay me to do?” Although you suppose that the payment is less that and more like he gives you an allowance to spend when occasion allows since so much of your funds are essentially shared. Mando remains as impassive as ever. 

“And?”

“And,” you continue, frustration bleeding into your tone, “that means we should get going. Karga isn’t going to look after the child forev-- oh my goodness--” Your sentence dissolves into nothing as warm, calloused hands run over your shoulders and down your back, eventually settling on your hips as searing kisses are pressed to your throat. Mando takes this as his cue to swoop in, slotting his leg between yours as you’re effectively sandwiched between two bodies before you can think twice. Now you can see that Cara is no longer lounging in her chair. Mando runs a gloved finger down your face and over your lips before dropping it down to start working on the buttons of your mechanic’s jumpsuit. The other comes up to cup your face, nestling your jaw in his large hand. You blink. 

“What were you going to say?” Cara muses, voice muffled but all the same teasing as she sucks what’s sure to be a dark mark at the junction of your shoulder. She moves to the other side, nipping at your sensitive skin high above the collar to make sure you wouldn’t be able to hide it easily. You faintly register how Mando has managed to pop enough buttons open to slide his hand in to fondle your breasts over your undershirt. “Sounds like you lost your train of thought.” And it’s true because you don’t even have an inkling of what you were talking about before, the heat quickly building up in the pit of your stomach as you grasp at Mando’s arms in an effort to ground yourself to something. Mando grinds the cold cuisse of his beskar against your heat and your eyes flutter shut. You still try to save face. 

“Well I was- I was interrupted,” you gasp out. Mando unbuttons the rest of your jumpsuit all the way down to your navel and starts sliding it off of you, humming in appreciation when you slides your arms out to help him. 

“Here’s your chance to finish your train of thought, then,” he says. Cara’s hands leave your hips for a split second to let Mando pull your jumpsuit all the way off until it pools around your feet before her hands are right back on you with a bruising grip. You fumble around for the last thing you remember. 

“We have to-- We have a bounty?” you say, but it’s really more of a question as Mando slides his hands around to continue to strip you bare. Your shirt proves more of an issue, however, but Mando just simply grabs the collar of your shirt with his hands and rips in clean in half. “Hey--!” Your complaint is smothered by Cara sticking her fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as she shushes you and then praising when you instinctively curl your tongue around the digits. He leaves your panties on, much to your annoyance, now damp with your slick and leaving marks on the cuisse that you’re grinding against. Mando flicks a nipple, and you jolt. 

“Do we?” he asks in that stupid teasing voice he’s been using this entire time. “What do you think, Cara?” 

Cara merely presses her body flush against yours as her fingers leave your mouth to dip into your panties to play with your clit, dipping down further to collect some of your slick before going back up to start rubbing in slow circles. “I say,” she mutters, “that we have some time before we have to go.” You try and fail to swallow a moan at the husky tone of her voice. Mando gives a noise of agreement, and he takes off his gloves before he joins Cara’s hand at the apex of your thighs, moving aside your panties to run a finger over your entrance. You’re certain at this point the only thing holding you up is the fact you can barely move between the muscled bodies of Cara and Mando. 

“How much you-- ah, wanna bet that Karga will ask for mo-more payment for having to-- Maker, watch the kid for longer?” you stammer out. Cara and Mando loved to take their time with you, and you had only told Karga it would take less than a week at most. You were going to be wonderfully sore by the time they were through with you, which would certainly put a damper on your plans to follow the two out to get the bounty. The last time you were left alone you had to kill another damn bounty hunter that was looking for the kid, but not without being bedridden for an entire week and a half when a blaster shot clean through your thigh. Honestly, you thought they would be done by now, but still they came to collect the evasive little womp rat. Thank the Maker for bacta, and bless the Maker for the attention Cara and Mando had showered upon you including basically waiting hand and foot for you, but you were not going to let more hunters catch you slipping. “Yo-you know he does grow tired of playing- playing babysitter.”

“Well, Mando, what do you wager?” Cara asks. She presses a little harder against your clit. 

“I’m not betting when I already know Karga won’t say a word,” Mando responds. “He likes spending time with the kid.” You can feel Cara frown from where her mouth is pressed against your hair. “How about this?” he says slowly, and slips a finger into you. You cant your hips up. “How many times do you think we can make her cum?” Mando offers, and in no time he’s stuffing another finger into you. Cara’s frown turns into a pleased smile. 

“30 credits to say we can make her cum at least 3 times,” she says. 

“That’s it?” Mando says critically. 

“The amount of credits or the number of times?”

“Both.” You can feel Cara shrug. 

“Then feel free to raise the stakes, Mando.” Mando curls his fingers in you, and you cry out, legs nearly buckling under you as you reach behind you to tangle your hands in Cara’s hair. She grunts, and starts circling your clit faster. 

“50 credits,” Mando says, voice dropping lower than before, “for at least 5.” You can feel a rush of wetness gush out of you as Mando slips in a third finger with ease, and for a second you think they’ve sort of forgotten you can hear them. 

“M-Mando,” you moan. Certainly at this point you were being entirely held up by the two. At the call of his name, the Mandalorian starts pumping his fingers in and out of you, obscene squelching filling the air over your pathetic moans. Cara pretends to think about it. 

“75 credits for 6.”

“Deal.” 

And then Cara speeds up substantially and Mando is fucking you on his fingers and suddenly you’re cumming so much that your vision goes white for a split second. You faintly register how wantonly you’re moaning, but you’re too concerned with clenching around Mando’s thick fingers and scrabbling for purchase in Cara’s hair to care. It’s utterly indecent and you’re so glad the child isn’t here because the guilt would weigh too heavy in your heart to know they would’ve been an unwilling listener to whatever was happening right now. You rest assured in knowing he’s being spoiled silly by Karga, and curl your toes in your boots. Mando maybe says something about this being ‘one out of six’, but you can’t be too sure. You were concerned with making you didn’t pass out with how hard your orgasm had slammed into you.

As you come down, you realize at some point that they’ve lowered you onto a small makeshift nest of blankets and pillows that you really don’t know how you didn’t notice before. Mando’s pulling off your boots and tossing aside your jumpsuit as Cara arranges you on the floor, and you can practically feel how they’ve got their eyes glued on your heaving breasts as you drag in deep breaths to try and calm your racing heart. 

“You planned this all along,” you accuse, breathless but still chock full of false venom, pointing a finger between Mando and Cara. “You-- mmph-!” Cara interrupts you again by capturing your mouth with hers, immediately slipping a tongue when you open yours in surprise. She pulls back much too soon, and she pushes you back down with ease when you try to follow her up, wanting more. 

“You talk too much,” she says, stroking your cheek and softening the scowl you have on your face. Mando pulls your panties off all the way and stares at your blushed hole, glistening in the low light of the Razor Crest. “We should fix that.” You huff and try your best not to feel too self-conscious with how Mando keeps looking at your pussy. The temptation to try and kick him from your position on the floor is overwhelming.

“Well if you stopped interrupting me I could--” And Cara ducks her head to kiss you again and cut you off, but you can’t really complain because her mouth is warm and inviting. You close your eyes in pleasure, focusing the feeling of her lips moving against yours, but you can feel the air shift around you as Mando and Cara move around. It’s weird to feel Cara’s mouth move as you stay stagnant, and when you open your eyes again, you find that they’ve switched places. Cara kneels between your legs as Mando is unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants, palming at his hard cock over his underclothes. 

“Maybe you just need something to occupy your mouth,” Cara teases. She gives your thigh a sharp slap. “Flip over.” You scowl at her, but do as she asks, turning around to lay on your belly. You expect her to hunch over to give attentive kisses down your back as you know she loves to do, but to your surprise, Cara hooks her strong arms under your hips until your face is squished against the layers of blankets, and your hips are swaying in her face. You shiver when your pussy is exposed to the cooler air of the ship, and even more when Cara’s hot breath fans over it. You prop yourself up on your elbows, looking up at Mando through your lashes when he pulls out his cock and strokes himself slowly, smearing his precum around the head, but uses whatever wetness is left on his fingers from your cum. He scoots forward, and you obediently open your mouth to take him, moaning in tandem with Mando when Cara’s tongue licks a broad stripe up your cunt. 

“Fuck,” Mando groans. His cock rests hot and heavy in your mouth as you try to calm your spinning head and focus on him. That proves a challenge when Cara is quickly bringing you up to that crest again, licking into your pussy and spreading your cheeks by digging her fingers into the flesh of your ass. If it weren’t for the fact your head was spinning with lust, you would’ve probably felt extremely embarrassed with how receptive you are, swaying your hips and pushing back to chase after that mind-numbing pleasure again. Mando takes pity on you and slowly starts thrusting into your warm mouth, a tender hand brushing your hair out of your face as tears start gathering at the corner of your eyes whenever he hits the back of your throat. Everytime you gag, his cock jumps a little. But thank the Maker that Mando is doing most of the work because it’s hard to really focus on anything other than Cara’s mouth on you and oh-- now she’s pushing in a finger and you’re arching your back as you let out a muffled moan. Mando hisses at the vibration and twitches his hips forward. You bunch up the blankets under you in your fist as you fight the urge to gag again. 

“You’re missing out on this sweet cunt, Mando,” Cara says, pulling back to give you a mere second of reprieve before she dives right back in. 

“So you are you,” he rasps. He grabs your hair, pulling until you whine at the sharp pain, and then starts fucking into your mouth in earnest. “Her mouth, fuck, is so warm.” Cara slips in two more fingers next to the first, scissoring you open, and you really think you can’t feel anymore full than you already are. “So eager.” Her tongue is wicked on your clit, and you start to clench around her fingers. 

“You close?” Cara mutters, her voice thick with lust. You garble something unintelligible in response. 

“Her mouth is a little, hah, preoccupied at the moment,” Mando says. 

“I wonder why.” And Cara gives a particularly hard suckle on your clit and this time your orgasm washes over you in a hot tide instead of slamming into you. Mando pushes in a little deeper, wiping away the tears that fall from your eyes as your throat constricts around him, cooing praises at you through the crackling of the voice modulator. Cara slows her ministrations, but keeps her fingers in your pussy as she lets your ride out the aftershocks. You think you’ve finally calmed down lazily bobbing your head as you try to catch moments of air between it, but Cara drags her fingers out of you and gives you a few short slaps to your pulsing cunt. These two were going to be the death of you. 

“That’s two,” Mando notes, his tone too casual compared to how ruined you already felt. Could you really handle four more? Cara hums and continues to smear more of your wetness around your already sopping wet core. She breaks her gaze from your center, to your flushed face, and to Mando. 

“Wanna--”

“Yes.” 

Mando slides out of your mouth with a pop, a thread of saliva connected you two, and you keen high in your throat when their combined body warmth fades, looking up pleadingly up at Mando with glazed eyes. They both laugh, low and deep in their chests, and Mando strokes your cheek affectionately. “Calm down,” he soothes. Instead of moving around like you expected them to do, Cara pulls you off of your hands and knees and up against her back, sliding you down until you’re comfortably on your back. Mando rubs his cock between your lips, gathering the slick there as Cara pulls her pants down and kicks them off to join your own discarded clothes. “Shit, you’re wet,” Mando hisses. Cara swings her leg over your face, swaying her hips over your face and laughing when you try and crane your head up to meet her. 

“Told you so,” she says to Mando over her shoulder, and then she’s lowering her hot cunt onto your waiting mouth. You give a moan of appreciation that turns into a moan of need as Mando pushes the blunt head of his cock into your entrance. He doesn’t push in all the way, just teasingly back and forth until you whimper and wiggle your hips at him. You lick into Cara, circling her clit with your tongue, diving down to her entrance to lap at her wetness before going back. She sighs happily. 

“And I told you,” Mando responds. “Sounds like we’re even.”

“For now,” Cara breathes. Mando finally pushes fully into you, his thick cock seemingly splitting you as he presses those inches into you. It’s dizzying, and far better than the fingers either of them had given you. Now you can’t even complain that you’ve cum twice before this. You’re not quite sure how Mando could’ve fit if it weren’t for the fact you’ve already been worked open and slick with want. Still, Mando hisses and has to move slowly as your pussy stretches around him. When he fully bottoms out, you scrabble at Cara’s thighs, leaving red marks in the wake of your nails. She lets out a flitting laugh at the yelp you give as she pulls your hair. “Don’t wear her out too fast, Mando,” she says. The entire exchange sounds a little muffled, Cara’s strong thighs covering your ears as the strong, corded muscles flex with every little kitten lick you give. It’s a different kind of suffocation compared to sucking Mando’s dick. You are entirely engulfed with Cara’s presence, and you could die happy from where you are. 

If only the two devils would leave you alone to bask in your satiation instead trying to wring your very soul from your cunt. 

“Bold of you to assume she’s anywhere near tapping out,” Mando replies dryly, and drags his cock out before working on pushing back in again. You whine again when he does, and Cara yanks on your hair to bring your attention back. Then, low in your ear, “You’re not done until I say you’re done. And that’s not gonna be until I’m satisfied.” This is when you start to wonder how much of this is them betting over you, and how much is them trying to prove something. Both of them have incredible stamina, and you’re already worn out. 

“Don’t forget about me,” she teases, mock threatening with the strong hold she has on you. At this rate you were going to go bald with how they seem to be enamored with pulling your hair. But honestly her words don’t hold any promise because she grinds down into your face and there’s no way you can ignore her unless you passed out from the lack of air. 

Actually you may not be too far off. 

Between you trying to drag in breaths whenever Cara takes pity and lifts up now and then, and Mando punching the breath right back out of you, it’s hard to breathe properly. Especially as he thumbs short, quick strokes on your clit, timing it with every sharp thrust in. “C’mon, sweet girl,” Mando murmurs. “I know you’ve got another one in you.” The coil in your stomach is winding tighter and tighter as he adjusts his grip and swings one of your legs over his shoulder, driving in harder, and suddenly Cara’s grip in your hair is grounding more than anything. At the new angle, he’s hitting that sweet spot that makes you wail under Cara. “C’mon,” he urges. “Cum for me.” 

You mumble something, and Cara lifts just enough to let you speak. “I don’t- I don’t know if I can,” you stammer, squeaking when Mando gives you a sharp slap to your thigh, and Cara lowers herself back down. 

“Yes, you can,” Mando and Cara say simultaneously. Mando cranks up his thrusts until you can feel yourself shifting upwards with each motion, inch by inch, and if it weren’t for the blankets under you, you would’ve expected some nasty marks. 

Somehow Mando draws another orgasm out of you that leaves your legs shaking and toes curling as your run red marks down Cara’s thighs in an effort to express the waves of pleasure washing over you. At the same time, Cara nearly properly sits on your face, moaning as she cums, gushing wetness all over your lower face, chasing after her own orgasm. 

Mando hunches over at the vice grip your pussy has on his cock, and his hips stutter in their motions as he buries himself as deep as he can, and another feeling in you bottoms out when the hot spurts of cum coat your insides. His moaning sounds broken through the vocoder, so much so you nearly mistake for a guttural growl. You barely register the how your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you think you’ve definitely blacked out at some point because when you come to you’re sandwiched between the two on the floor, Cara pressing more kisses to your collarbone and chest and Mando stroking your hair. 

“You good?” Cara asks softly. You blink, staring up at the ceiling of the Crest before you realize you were supposed to answer. 

“I think I pulled a muscle,” you say weakly, and your voice is a little hoarse. The two huff a laugh, and you settle deeper into the blankets and pillows, sighing contently. You don’t even mind that you feel gross and cum is dribbling out of your pussy and cooling on your thighs. 

Well, actually you’d rather not think about it. It’s pretty gross. 

Cara runs a thumb over the skin on your ribs, right under your breast, tenderly. Your entire body is thrumming with aches and wonderfully sore, and you really don’t know how you were supposed to help Cara and Mando with the bounty. 

“The bounty!” you gasp, startling the two around around as you try to get up. Cara puts a firm hand on your chest and pushes you back down. 

“What are you talking about?” she asks.

“The bounty we were supposed to get!” you elaborate, trying to shove her hand off of you as you try to locate your clothes. “I told Karga it wouldn’t take too long and--” Mando and Cara laugh. Although it’s in good humor, they may as well have laughed in your face. 

“There is no bounty,” Mando says, humor lacing his tone. “We just told you that so that we can have you to ourselves.” He brings you back down and tucks your head into the crook of his arm. 

“You work yourself too much,” Cara adds. 

“Oh,” you say. Your voice sounds small. “Wait, does that mean I did pre-flight checks for nothing?” The memory of being elbow deep in black sludge surfaces. 

“Yeah.” You frown, but resign yourself to snuggling closer to Mando and slinging your leg over Cara’s hips, closing your eyes as a wave of exhaustion washes you. 

“Ah, what do you think you’re doing?” Mando asks. He pats your face a couple of times to rouse you, and Cara reaches down to cup your heat. Cara grins, and you would bet the rest of your rations that Mando was too. 

“We still have a bet to settle,” he says. “And I’m thinking about raising the stakes.”

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Forever Tag: @mabelleen​ @mando-vibes​ @isaissafail @adikaofmandalore 

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Lover’s Spat

Summary: Prompt for Person A treats Person B’s injuries and a lover’s quarrel

Pairing: Cara Dune x Reader

Warnings: swearing, injuries, canon-typical violence

Words: 1.9 K

A/N: Round 2. A continuation of my first Cara fic with less flirting and more angst. Also dedicated to @teddiebuns​ cause she kicked my ass in gear with this prompt.

 Today had not started out as a good day. No. Far from it. And from the looks of it, it wasn’t going to end on a good note either.

Cara fidgeting around on the edge of the crate she sat on in the hold of the ship wasn’t helping your mood in the least. Especially when you were trying to cut away the charred and bloody fabric away from her leg. The result of, yet another, fight she’d gotten herself into. Granted it wasn’t entirely her fault, but your irritation with her had been steadily mounting all day.

“Stop squirming.” You demanded crossly, snipping the scissors closed perhaps a tad harsher than was really necessary. She wasn’t going to listen. You knew that. She never listened to anyone but herself and even then, it was debatable since she never seemed to follow her own advice. She was always telling you not to go getting into fights, but here she was rushing head long into a kriffing warzone like she was made for it. Which maybe she was but that was besides the point.

When you managed to cut enough of the fabric away from the wound you tossed the scissors down onto the crate, the noise clattering in the quiet of the ship as you rummaged through your med pack for a wipe to clean up the blood and dirt around the area.

Cara hissed when you started to scrub the area, shoulders tense and you could see the way her arms, which you normally admired, flexed in response to the pain. You’d been worried when you’d first seen her limping back to the ship, dirty and bloody, seized by a fear that her injury was worse that it was. Now, now though you were just pissed off as the fight that had sent her storming off the ship in the first place was back at the forefront of your mind.

“That hurts!” She protested and tried to move her leg away when you gave a particularly aggressive wipe across the area. Honestly you weren’t even sure if you were trying to be gentle anymore.

“Maybe if you could avoid getting into a fight every ten minutes, I wouldn’t have to keep patching you up and it would hurt less.” Came your retort before you could stop yourself. You didn’t want to reignite this fight but Maker you were tired.

You’d avoided looking at her face since you’d gotten her situated on the crate and returned with the med pack, but now you looked at her, unafraid of the scowl on her face. It matched your own as you grabbed hold of her knee, keeping her leg in place so you could finish your work. Your expression was challenging, and Cara never backed down from a challenge, or a fight, even when that fight was with you.

Normally Cara would have a smart remark, something equal parts flirty and sarcastic. Right now though her shoulders were stiff and her jaw was a hard line. You could see the bags under her eyes, prominent under the yellow overhead lights in the hold. She hadn’t slept much this past week. But neither had you and you knew it wasn’t helping either of your tempers. You both needed to sleep but that was the last either of you had in mind right now.

Neither of you said anything and the silence stretched uncomfortably around you. You knew she wasn’t going to back down this time but you weren’t about to give in this time. Not this time. Not when she was being reckless and hotheaded and stupid and stubborn. Not when she had gotten involved in something that had nothing to do with her and everything to do with you.

So you just stared at one another, your grip on her knee firm and unwavering until she opened her mouth again.

“Are we going to talk about it or are you going to continue to sulk?” The bluntness of her question caused you to reel back like she’d slapped you, though she hadn’t even lifted and hand.

An angry flush bloomed on your cheeks and you bristled at the accusation. Sulking!? Was that what she thought you were doing!?

“You had no right-” you began hotly, fully prepared to lay into her and use her as an outlet for all the frustration you were feeling. At least you were until she stood, a full head taller than you, back straight and glaring down at you in a way that made the noise in your throat die. Cara cut an intimidating figure, something you usually admired and on occasion ogled. Except you’d never had it turned on you before. Not even in previous spats you’d gotten into.

She took a step toward you, not even a wobble in her step, causing you to hastily step back hoping to create more room between you. You never thought Cara would hit you, still didn’t but the glare on her face was enough to make the tiniest bit of fear curl up in your chest.

Cara didn’t let the space last long and pretty soon you had your back pressed up into the wall of the ship doing your best to maintain your own glare, not give her the satisfaction of seeing you cowed. You refused to let her win this. Like it was even a competition.

“I had every right.” She snarled and you could feel your throat bob as you swallowed tightly.

“You didn’t have to kill him.” You snapped back already seething again at her audacity. The self-righteous way she claimed the rights to your problems like they were her own. “That wasn’t your place. You could have just-”

“Just left the man who tried to hire me to kill you live. Let him get someone else to do it? Have them come after us?” She interrupted you again, voice tight. She reached out, hands gripping tightly at your biceps as she crowded further into your space, nearly pressing you into the wall. Her grip was tight, not painful, but you still grimaced and tried to pull away. For all the good it would probably do you. “I don’t give a damn what kind of trouble got some low-level syndicate sleaze out for your head, but I’m not about to let him put out a hit on you.”

“I don’t care about some syndicate moron who is mad about a few credits! I care that now they’ll come after you!” The heart of the problem really. And you voiced it loudly. Loud enough it felt like it echoed around the half empty hull. It wasn’t that you minded that she’d wanted to help. Or even that she’d killed someone. You both knew she had blood on her hands long before she’d ever stowed away on your ship and talked her way into your bed.

What bothered you. What really bothered you, was the thought that she’d all but put a target on her back in the name of getting you out of trouble. This was going to get put on her chain code. She wouldn’t be able to go anywhere without getting identified by slum lords and bounty hunters and pirates looking to cash in. And sure, you’d had to deal with a few before because Cara was mouthy, but the syndicate was dangerous. It had existed during the old republic, had thrived under the Empire, and though it was forced back into the underground with the rise of the New Republic, the leaders were very much still in power of much of the underworld. No one wanted to mess with them.

“Does it look like I care about that?” Her brows drew down even further. Like she was offended you would think it had even crossed her mind.

“I do!” You cried out, shoulders slumping as you finally looked away from her face. Maker you were mad. Mad she was considering your safety was more important than hers. Furious she was jumping in the line of fire.  The implication of what that could mean terrified you. “I can’t watch you put yourself in danger like that! What if they manage to actually get to you? I… Cara I can’t lose you.”

As loud as your voice had been it softened to almost a whisper. You could stand losing her like you could lose an arm or a leg. And you tried to ignore the way she’d gone still in front of you, like that tiny quiet admission had turned her into some kind of living statue. Maybe in the middle of a fight wasn’t the smartest time to admit something like that.

Silence for the span of a heartbeat and then. “Okay.” Soft. Gentle. Not like the angry biting tone she’d used just a moment ago. The grip on your arms eased up and she small amount of space between your bodies felt just a little less suffocating.

Your head snapped up, nearly cracking against her chin. “Okay!? That’s it!?” You asked sounding madder than you really felt now. Okay no. You were still mad. Could she at least manage a proper apology?

“I’m not sorry about what I did.” She said in her defense. Her head dropped to rest against yours, face close enough that her nose brushed against yours even as you could feel yourself bristling in anger again. “I’ll do it again if I have to. He had it coming anyway, no one tries to hurt my girl.”

“Cara-” She was stupid and reckless and stubborn and by the Maker you wanted to throttle her. But you’d be damned if that wasn’t as close to a love confession as you’d likely get from this woman and that was enough to settle you down just a bit.

“I really want to sit down. Can we stop fighting now?” She asked eyes fluttering shut as she leaned against you and you were suddenly reminded that she was still injured and that neither of you had really slept in the last few days between jobs and getting into trouble.

“Sit down then.” You weren’t done being mad. But the fire had cooled for now and you really did need to get a bacta patch on her leg before it got infected and you had to do something drastic like amputate it.

A small nudge had Cara moving back, her intimidating stature from before gone, shoulders slumped in exhaustion as she hoisted herself back up onto the side of the crate so you could have better access to her leg.

You stepped forward again, gathering the bacta patch from the med pack and applying it far more gently than you would have earlier if she hadn’t literally backed you into a corner. The bandages that came after to keep the patch in place were harder to apply when Cara dropped her head onto your shoulder, impeding your movement but at this point you were too tired to scold her. You were however a bit curious.

“What kind of fight did you get into to get this anyway?” You asked when you had tied the bandages off nearly.

There was a huff from Cara, like she was laughing. Her arms wound around your waist, pulling you into her chest carefully so as to not agitate her leg. You could hear the smile in her tone when she spoke.

“I told you. No one tries to hurt my girl.”

[moon-sang]

ᦓꪑꪖꪶꪶ ꪮꪀꫀ - 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 x  𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: Reader is a hybrid of Togruta and Human, not a romantic relationship - older brother kinda relationship… half blood siblings with Din Djarin. Angst, mention of blood, injury reoccurrence, trauma of past life, reader has a soft heart, reader gives everyone second chances, reader is also a lil reckless. Reader is VERY smol.  Summary: ᴍᴀɴᴅᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏ/ɴ ᴅᴊᴀʀɪɴ

Mando’s POV:

“That’s a lie.” I grit through my teeth…. Anger flooding my veins. “I’m afraid not Din Djarin” The chestnut coloured human chuckles as he ponders around me. 

I tug at my restraints yet again but they remain unloosened. “I believe she goes by the name y/n Djarin.” Gideon yawns as he says it. I feel my blood boil at his words. “I am the only child - I-I have no family left. Other than the Mandalorian’s who were also killed off by you.” I trail off on the last few words. A wicked laugh leaves Moff’s mouth. “What if I told you she’s a girl who lives on Hoth…. As a Tauntaun trainer - she craves a life on the battlefield of course she takes after you in that way” he says with a grin on his face. I scoff at him. “I don’t remember much about my life as an infant but I know I was NOT raised on Hoth.” Venom was clear in my voice. Moff nods his smile faded into his resting face and he made his way out of the cell I was kept in… leaving me to drown in a past I would have rather forgotten.  𝟜 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣

Cara, Boba, Fennec, Bo, and the kid were in hyperspace alongside me on the Crest. They were able to bust me out of the cell I was in and set fire to the base. Bo of course was still furious that she couldn’t get her hands on the darksaber - I wasn’t able to either - we didn’t have time to search for Gideon to get the darksaber. Everyone seemed happy even through the defeat… it was one of the ups of working in a team… if you lost you could loose with your group and when you won… boy the parties would be fun and full of exciting stories… it set something warm in my heart I guess. Though it was mainly Bo who was mad - I couldn’t be happier - I was with my kid and my team… there was just one thing that was bothering me…. One thing that rang in my head ever since I was in that cell. “I believe her name is y/n Djarin” it drowned every thought I had until I went crazy over it… was he lying… or is there another Djarin out there? There was only one way to find out. I walk up to Cara who was having a laugh with Fennec. “Set course to Hoth” was the only thing I said before taking a seat in the pilot seat.  ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

Y/n POV:

The coldness nibbled at your fingertips as you pet the young Tauntaun which quivered in joy of your touch. You thought about how sick you were of living on Hoth. The constant gasps whenever you walked by…. The murmurs that spread like a wildfire - you heard what they said about you every time they would murmur due to your sensitive montrals. “What’s a Togruta doing on Hoth?!” Is what many of them whispered to each other, though some were worse like “where’s her master?” It disappointed you that people think so little of woman with lekku’s - many think they are slaves and slaves only. You scoff at the thought believing that you’re more than capable of pulling your own weight like you have been for decades. “Y/n!” The voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You twist your head to face Tiow - the bartender at the cantina next to the Tauntaun training department. “What’s up Tiow?” You ask with a welcoming smile. “The Killer Kel’s are back - their causing trouble at my cantina…. THEY BROUGHT WEAPONS THIS TIME!” He screams. You wince at the deafening shout. “I’ll sort it out Tiow - you just calm down.” You say patting his shoulder and using it to get up. 

When you enter the cantina it was empty.. the ground was littered with broken glass and spilt drinks. You turn your attention to the killer Kels. The killer Kels were a gang who just loved causing trouble… you had a few run ins with them and you beat them quite a few times which is why they always came back claiming they had gotten better at fighting but still constantly receiving defeat. “Ahem” you cough out earning their attention. one of the members was a pike - he had a gun held in his left hand and a knife hidden in his comms (you found that out the hard way last time.) another member was a pantoren male who always got so riled up when you teased him - it was hilarious. He had a crossbow which he gripped tightly in his right hand. Then there was Mavis a Rodian female, and an old friend of yours who used to work with Tauntaun’s, she had offered you a chance to join the killer Kel’s but you denied the opportunity- you were never the one to cause trouble that ended up hurting someone…. Don’t get me wrong you loved making mischief but not at the cost of someone else’s life. “What are you guys up to now?” You ask sarcastically. “We are here for a rematch” the pike screeches with his fist scrunched tightly. You shrug your shoulders carelessly and cracked your knuckles. You weren’t a master fighter - but you would always practice in your spare time… your agility was a big help at times as well. The pikes gun was triggered as you stood there waiting for the first move. Within a blink of an eye the pike blasted his first plasma bullet. The shot echoed in the cantina, bouncing off the walls. You dodged the bullet and flipped over a knocked over table. “Wow a gun …. How boring - at least the purple dude over there has a unique crossbow.” You cockily comment. “Shut up!” Mavis shouts in defence of her teammate. You can’t help but let a giggle leave your lips as you hide behind the table. “You done shooting?” You ask as silence fills the room. You earned a growl from the pike and you smirk at yourself. Without warning you jump over the table and grapple Mavis to the ground… you had a very slim figure but a friend taught you how to use someone’s strength against them no matter what size you were so you referenced back to those lessons. You hook Mavis’ hands behind her back and hold her in front of you before anyone shoots you. The Pantoren hesitates to shoot but when you see the pike is on the verge of releasing his second bullet you push Mavis out of the way and jump away yourself. You grab a small orb from your purse and chuck it at the remaining Killer Kel’s. A blue smoke arises and stuns the pike and pantoren. “That battle was heated” you chuckle - looking over at Mavis who looked down at the floor. “Hey?” Her glossy black beaded eyes met yours and she sighed. “they, they turned against me! My team!” She blurts out. “Maybe it’s not as bad as it seems Mave… now you can start over - do something good… it might be an opportunity for you to do something amazing!” You encourage. “You really think so?” You offer a warm smile in answer to her question. “Why did I ever leave you y/n?” She softly says. You chuckle. “That’s a question beyond me” Mavis joins in laughing. “What the hell happened to this place?” A voice says breaking the chuckles between you and your old friend. You get up so quickly it’s like you bounced up on your feet. You were met with a muscular woman with olive skin and wavy black hair. Her eyes were dark and pierced into yours. It was then you realised the question she asked was directed at you. “Uh t-there was just some trouble with a few gangsters - the fights finished now t-though.” You stutter. The woman shrugs her shoulders not caring enough to ask anymore questions. Then from behind the woman came a Mandalorian. Your eyes widen in shock… what was a Mandalorian doing on Hoth? After inspecting the many layers of beskar on the Mandalorian your eyes strayed to a small green creature. It had glossy black eyes in the shape of a large bead and it also had rather long pointed ears. I can’t help but give into the smile that formed on my face wsaw the creature. “What happened in here?” The Mandalorian asks. You go to answer but the woman beats you to it. “Some fight.”

Mando’s POV:

By the mess in the cantina it seemed like a huge civil war broke out yet the young Togruta who looked like she was 12 years of age was unscathed - neither was the Rodian who sat on the floor next to her. I let out a hmm sound and then forget about the questions circulating in my head. “I’m looking for a y/n…. D-Djarin.” I stutter on the last part…. It’s weird saying my last name with someone else’s name. The Togruta’s eyes widen she showed mixed expressions… shock and…. Fear? She was speechless… she didn’t even gasp she just stood there switching her weight on each foot. She swallows and then looks at my visor nervously. “T-that would be m-me” she says shyly raising her hand a little. My shoulders tense and it’s my turn to swallow the large lump that formed in my throat. I don’t know what possessed me to ask this next question. “Are you sure?” She blinks once, twice, and then raises a painted brow. “that uh came out wrong.” Her resting face quickly turned into a huge smile and gasp. “It’s you!” Is all she yelled before sprinting at me and wrapping her arms around me

Next part  is a work in progress at the moment should be out BEFORE Wed 2nd of Feb 😊

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Wounds (Cara Dune x Reader)

Request: WHAT?YEES! I Have an idea that's stuck in my head: yn managed to escape the empire, she was a sex slave( we all know the empire was the worst) and that left her mistrusting of people. she covers her face and body and has minimal content with others. but she's kind with the kids of Sorgan and Cara notices that. she works as a healer and is called to looked for Cara when she's injured and a bond forms. what do you think? By @ateliefloresdaprimavera

Word count: 1,460

Warnings: mentioned of slavery, mention of abuse in the past, blood, ptsd.

A/N: So here it is! Sorry for the delay, Tumblr messed up a few things but I managed to write this. Hope you like it, let me know what you think!

Sorgan was a peaceful place. Tall trees created the perfect shelter for the small villages on the planet, the people were kind and never asked too many questions, it was the perfect place to start over, to live a life without worries.

A place to run from the past.

You were here for that safety and you were sure Cara Dune was here for the same reason.

You met Cara a few weeks after she arrived at Sorgan, the tavern seemed full that night, you could hear the people cheering even from your hut at the furthest point of the village. You wondered why this sudden excitement on the people when nights used to be so quiet. Later that night you found the answer to your question.

A man showed up at your door, begging you to heal The Champion who had just got hurt in the latest fight. This was not the first time you were called to heal a champion of the tavern fights but you never expected it to be her.

Dark messy hair falling over the side of her face, she had strong features, yet the warmest eyes that looked at you with kindness, or maybe with curiosity about your way of dressing that allowed the minimum of skin to be shown.

“You’re the healer?” she managed to ask as you stepped in her hut, her voice filled with pain, she had her hand trying to stop the blood of the wound. Nodding you approached to take a better look at the bleeding wound on the side of her body and the many bruises all over her body.

As you got closer you noticed a few more things about this big woman: first the stripes on her right arm that meant her participation in the war and then the little starbird below her left eye, that one had a very sad meaning.

“Hold this.” you told her as you placed a wet cloth to her wound, the woman let out a groan feeling the pressure on the fresh cut. “Press tight.” you indicated her.

“You’re the boss.” she said with a playful smile, even though you could see she was in pain.

Once you found the tools and salves you needed from your bag you returned to her side. Without looking much at her you started to work on the wound, it was just below her ribs and judging it from the depth this was made by something sharp and not a fight.

“This is a serious cut.” you said. “What weapon did this?”

“A vibroblade.” she groaned when you started disinfecting the wound. “I’ve had worse.”

“Sure.” you said, already pouring the liquid from one of your bottles over the side of her body, without much bacta around you had learned to heal with the ancient ways that were a way more painful and slower than the bacta, but just as effective.

Cara whined when the liquid made contact with her skin, burning her flesh. By instinct she grabbed your wrist, making you flinch in terror, sure she was going to hurt you in some way. You closed your eyes and protected yourself with your free hand, already waiting for the hit, just like in your days as a slave, when doing something wrong meant a punishment.

“Please don’t.” you muttered. “Please, don’t hurt me.”

Cara looked at you for a moment, confused. Realized she had your wrist she let go of it and immediately apologized.

“Sorry, it was a reflex.” she said in a calming way, “That thing hurts more than the actual knife.” she added.

You were still insecure about whether to trust her or not.

“It's okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Cara said looking right into your eyes “I would never hurt you.”

Something in her eyes made you finally trust her. Nodding you went back to your work, silent but somehow safe around this woman you had just met. Leaving her hut with the sensation that you could really trust in her and it was a very long time since you trusted someone.

As the fights in the tavern continued, her visits to your hut became more frequent, giving you the time to get to know Cara Dune a little bit better, to get a little bit closer, to fall in love with her.

Cara observed you everyday walking through the village, you were covered in fabric from head to toe, she always wondered why but never asked, afraid you’d get offended by the question. In fact, she had too many questions for you yet she kept silent.

Walking around the villages she noticed you never really interacted with the villagers beyond advising some concoction to cure some sickness or healing a wound, not even though people around here were kind, you just seemed uninterested in the many handsome boys that tried to win you over.

It was different with the children. She saw you play with them often, she even caught a smile curving your lips when a little girl ran to you to show you the frog she had just captured. Cara herself smiled with the picture in front of her.

You were such a mystery to her.

"What happened now?" You asked, catching her standing in the entrance of your hut, holding her arm.

"New opponent." She told you grinning. "The zabrak really punch hard but nothing I can't handle."

Shaking your head, you turned away from her, already searching for the right salve for the wound on her arm.

You enjoyed her company, her teasing smile and you even liked it when she looked at you, even though you hated it when other people stared at you, she looked at you unlike them, not with hunger or lust but compassion and kindness.

You felt safe around her tall frame and muscular figure. Enough to relax when it was just her and you in your hut, patching up her wounds.

“I’m starting to think you get hurt on purpose.” you told her in a teasing tone for the first time.

“Maybe I do.” she said looking into your eyes.

“Let me see the wound, Cara.” you said finally taking care of the cut on her arm.

As you cleaned the wound she observed you while you cleaned the cut and applied salve, a thousand of questions filled her head once again.

“Y/N, can I ask you something?” Cara murmured insecurely. You held your breath for a moment and then you accepted.

“Sure.”

“Why did you come to Sorgan?” she asked. It wasn’t an easy answer.

“For the same reason you’re here.” you told her trying to avoid her hazel gaze. “The Empire took everything away from me.”

She was from Alderaan, you didn’t need to ask, you knew it the first time you met her, the starbird below her eye could only mean that she was a survivor of the destruction of Alderaan.

"Well, that makes two of us."She scoffed. Then she tried to joke but she realized it was a delicate topic and went serious. "I am sorry."

"It's okay, it's all over now." you said patching her wound up.

"Can I ask you one more thing?" She questioned and you nodded in response.

"What did they do to you? I noticed you tend to avoid people." Cara said searching for your eyes now that you had finished with her wound. "And the first time we met you seemed so scared when I grabbed your arm."

You sighed. Trying to form the words to reveal a part of your past that no one on this planet knew.

"I was sold to the Empire when I was young." you told her, struggling to say the words out loud.

"You were-"

"A slave." It blurted out of you, your eyes traveling to the ground. "Many people hurt me back then, that's why I was afraid." You added, telling your story for the first time. "One day I found a chance to escape and I took it."

Cara took your hand softly, making you flinch for a moment but you relaxed, remembering it was her.

"I'm sorry. I'm here if you need anything. Survivors have to help each other, right?" Cara said holding your hand, "And I promise you that I won't let everyone hurt you again."

You smiled at her, a sincere and genuine smile. And then you did something you had never done before, you hugged her.

She wrapped her strong arms around you, protecting you. You felt safe into her embrace, loved.

"Thank you, Cara." You murmured into her embrace.

The Empire had taken everything away from both of you, but you had each other now to help to heal each other's wounds.

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[writefightandflightclub]

A heart in stealth mode:  (Cara Dune x fem!reader)

Summary: Cara has been fighting for so long she doesn’t know how to let her guard down. Your love, though? That crept up on her.

Author’s note: my FIRST TIME writing for my space wife so PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?! I wanted this to be angsty + hazy + romantic and hope I pulled it off but who knows? EDIT: This was written b4 the G*na drama. I like the fic, so I’m keeping it up, but may not write any more for the character, sadly.

Mood songs / song quote inspo:You can't start a fire / You can't start a fire without a spark / This gun's for hire / Even if we're just dancin' in the dark- Dancing in the Dark, Eddie Berman

You take it all for granted, then you leave / And then it takes a while to realise what you need / If never you find what you're looking for / Come on back to the front porch - Front Porch, Joy Williams

Word Count: 5.5k(ish). It got long, I’m sorry. 

Warnings: 18+ for the smut. F/f: vaginal fingering; oral; strap-on penetration. Language. One reference to a character death. As usual, angst and typos.

Tagging: @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol, @darksideofclarke, @lokiaddicted, @mandoplease, @misssamx, @courageinthemidst

GIF: by @fataldusk​

She had fallen from the heavens quite unlike an angel, leaping fearlessly from a metal mouth and tearing through the Endorian sky, parachute wings cascading behind her. She met the ground already in motion, already ferocious and flanked by her squad, combat boots pounding the ground like the clamour of horses’ hooves. She was muscle and brawn and power and thunder, and you had never seen anyone so beautiful. In that, Carasynthia Dune was alike to an angel. An angel sent to your planet to tear down warlords and dismiss them to hell.

You had caught her off-guard. Not many people could do that. Your stealthy, light feet had picked a careful path through the forested terrain, tailing her squad as their route threatened to encroach on your camp. Your upper hand has lasted only as long as her surprise before strong arms held you. Still, whilst you were the one flipped, grappled and pinned, the instant the shock trooper looked into your eyes you had a hold over her more inescapable than any she’d known.

Even as she pinned you, you couldn’t help but be enthralled by her bright brown eyes and the sweep of her raven hair. You couldn’t help but enjoy the weight of her settled on top of you, her muscular legs straddling your hips, your arms pinned over your head, and a mossy cushion of earth at your back. You had gone through the motions of struggling ineffectually against her, until you were simply squirming beneath her for the hell of it. Just to feel her clamp down on you. 

“Stealthy, for sure. Strong, for your size,” Cara had assessed. “But you’re not a fighter, are you, Princess?” she had asked, eyes bright and inquisitive as she surveyed your civilian clothing. You clearly weren’t an Imp, and you had a rifle which you’d neglected to use. That had told her you were far too trusting to be any kind of soldier.

“More of a lover,” you had half-smiled as she tightened her grip on you. “But I usually like it a little more gentle,” you had purred, arms straining against her grip and not knowing what had come over you.

She had narrowed her eyes at you in interest, the corners of her mouth twitching in amusement. Once you had talked yourselves allies, Cara finally released you, though her hold on you was never truly relinquished either, beyond that moment.

During the months that followed, your community’s humble camp had provided safe haven to the shock troopers. They had fanned out to surrounding villages to take out the warlords who had driven you from your homes in the first place. Forced you to hunker in tents and hide like animals. Between missions, Cara’s squad had returned to your base for healing, of whatever kind you could offer. 

If wasn’t long before Cara’s wolfish gaze had begun to find you in the nightly fire glow. It wasn’t long before she had sought out your gentle hands to bind her wounds, your tentative touch brushing against a bared thigh or an arm or a stomach. Your eyes trailing over bust lips and fingertips over bruised cheeks, generating all that heat under the guise of healing. You had felt like a flare every time she looked at you, your desire exposed like a raw fuse line. You felt like metal becoming molten in a forge, every interaction with her stoking this fire in you. She had you ready to be remade and remoulded to fit around her body, as snug as the armour which hugged her shapely contours.

There had been no wooing; there was no convincing to be done - no resolve to chip away at. Cara had no pretences and you had no reservations. Instead, there were knowing smiles. There was you, teetering on the edge of her, always in her orbit, eyes tracking her as though she were a mark. Cara knew fine well what you wanted and she wanted it too. She didn’t like dancing around things. She was a soldier, and she preferred a clear mission. She preferred to act. To be in motion. To talk with her body.

The first night it happened, Cara had been seated on a felled log, legs splayed wide and feet planted, elbows resting on her knees. Her body was hunched yet poised, as though she could spring into action at any moment, if she needed to. She had caught you looking, gaze trailing keenly over the solid mass of her, defined arms and thick thighs and a certain fullness you enjoyed. She had openly appraised you in return, letting you know she liked what she saw too. Casually, looking half-amused the whole while, she had polished off the dregs of her beer before setting the bottle down. Then she had stood, heading away from the commotion of the camp. You simply watched her, tracking towards the clearing where the tents were pitched, until she turned back towards you, with a tilt of her head to beckon you over to her.

“You coming?”

The glint in her eyes and her confident smirk had your stomach tied-up in knots, and yet you had tried to play it cool as you padded towards her, despite the flush rising in your cheeks and the giddy grin which spread over your face the moment she wrapped her arm firmly around your waist, leading you to her pitch.

She had guided you into the cramped tent by the hand, making your humble surroundings feel positively regal. Your bodies had no choice but to press against one another as you settled down on the mats. Cara had laid on her back, arms folded behind her head, a cocked eyebrow and a disarming smile inviting you to make the first move.  

Eagerly, you had crawled right on top of her, straddling her hips and pressing your palms to her folded elbows. Cara had laughed musically, her eyes creasing, when you had suggested you had her pinned, this time. You both knew already - it was a foregone conclusion that Cara was going to take control- but, still, she had humoured you.

“You’ve got me in your snare alright, huntress,” she insisted earnestly, her eyes blazing. “I think I’m a goner.”

You had become entirely bashful in response, that irresistible, half-amused smile cracking her face again as you fumbled for words and helplessly fluttered your eyelashes at her.

“So. Now that you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” Cara had purred with an impossibly sweet smile, her voice dropping lower in her throat and her eyes trained on your lips and your breasts which were thrust towards her as you maintained your position.

“You’re too hot to kiss,” you had breathed. “I don’t know if I’ll survive it.”

She had shifted an arm free from you to lift a palm to your face, trailing fingers over your cheek and sweeping her touch over your hair.

“I’ll be gentle with you, beautiful,” Cara had promised, a hard swallow bobbing in her throat. 

“Don’t be,” you had challenged, and something about the combination of your shyness and boldness made her eyes become so wolfish they practically growled at you.

As the lust gathered in your darkening eyes in return, Cara had lurched her head up like a sprung trap. She had captured your faraway lips and you had sunk down to meet her, mouths melding and tongues trying to fold themselves into one like molten metal. There was a rising heat as you melted into the kiss. That heat like a forge, reshaping you and fitting you to her every contour as your bodies merged; became liquid. 

She had rocked you in the depths of the jungle, in the sticky night, sweat beading like jewels embroidered on your skin. Her reverent touch had made you feel royal, even when you had nothing but your wits and your rifle to call your own. She whispered “my Princess” into the shell of your ear, the words like the breeze parting leaves in the dark depths of night. Like the fingers plunging to part your folds in the dense black. You had whimpered rhythmically for her like the cicadas and crooned for her like a songbird. Your sounds had seemed to fill the whole expansive space of the forest, from whispers in thick grasses to wails in the canopy, even as your tent enclosed you both, barely wider than your bodies writhing there. Never has anyone felt so transcendent when so close to the ground, you could swear.

After that first time, those hot, sticky embraces kept coming. You had collided, and now there was nothing you could do but release the energy like a storm. You had pleasured each other until she growled like thunder on top of you. Until you jolted like lightning beneath her. Together, you had equalled a squall which could sway the outer reaches of the forest, and you raged until you were spent. Until there was nothing left but calm in the centre of it all.

At times, she had taken you gently, rolling you on top of her, your back flush to her pillowy chest, her knees coming between yours and spreading your thighs until they strained from being parted. She had slid her hand to your folds, her touch beginning on your clit as soft and rhythmic as the patter of a raindrop. Then, her touch would build you up until your pleasure was akin to a waterfall tumbling from a cliff edge - enough force to erode mountains. Her fingers had curled into you; two then three of them filling you up while she held you firmly in place, until she had you spasming in the throes of pleasure, your arousal trickling down beyond you to coat her stomach and thighs, merging with her own heat.

She had always showered you in praise and compliments, breathing pretty words into your ear in the near dark until you felt like you could take no more.

“So perfect. You’re so beautiful. I know you’re beautiful when you come for me. Show me. Show me. Show me. That’s it, Princess.”

Sometimes she was rougher, when you wanted it, topping you all brawn and ferocity and as thunderous as the day you saw her fall from the sky. Sometimes the strap-on she looked so damn good in would slam you, skin slapping against yours as you gripped Cara’s muscular arms either side of you, your biting fingers ensnaring her like the barbs of a trap and refusing to release. You had been enthralled by the way her breasts would bounce and undulate with each motion, until she would pin her body flush to yours and almost crush you with the force of her, buckles and straps digging in at your hips until it stung. You hadn’t cared. You had liked it. When you were close, Cara would dip her lips to you, her tongue twining with yours and her sweep of raven hair brushing over your face and neck like feathers, the softness of her sending you over that edge as you wrapped your limbs around her, clinging on for dear life as she hit your sweet spot until you whited-out.

It was rare that she had let you take control, and when she did you would make the most of it. When you’d come down from your high you would keenly trail your mouth over every inch of her. You had marked her neck and dragged your tongue over her collarbone. You had sucked her nipples into your mouth and circled your tongue languidly around the peaks of her. You had sunk your mouth to her heat to taste how wet it had made her to fuck you, your tongue lapping and writhing against her folds, fingers finding purchase again like wolf’s claws digging into her full thighs. From the way she would moan for you as you dipped your tongue towards her entrance, you’d think you had wrestled her into submission. You’d think she was powerless against you. Perhaps that’s how she truly felt when you had made her come undone.

No matter how she took you, afterwards Cara would always hold you. You had spooned and you had nuzzled your head into her breasts, or across her thighs, seeking out all the softness of her. You had traced your fingertips over her body and learned every muscle and every scar so well you could find them in the dark. You had gazed into her pretty eyes in the low lamplight and you had spiralled. Spiralled into her. Into her beauty and brawn and the way she had rocked you and held you in that sticky night.

Then, abruptly, after a string of nights like this, it was time for her to move on.

On your last night you had teased, “I bet you have a lover in every camp.” Cara had shaken her head, looking tortured as she replied, “No. No, there’s only you.”

You had cried in the morning when she said her goodbyes to you, and she had tugged you into her chest and wrapped you in her strong arms. She had walked away with what remained of her depleted squad and you had simply watched her go, half expecting her to turn around with a tilt of her head -like she had that night- and ask “You coming?”.

But she didn’t look back. Carasynthia Dune couldn’t bear to.

Cara was a soldier. She preferred a clear mission with a clear exit strategy. This time, she had neglected to plan how she might leave with her heart intact. You though, you were a builder, a protector. You had made a home here for this community, however humble, and you had kept them safe. You had done the same for Cara too. It turned out you had caught the shock trooper off-guard in more ways than one. She had never expected to fall so hard for you, but your love had crept up on her and had never stopped tailing her since.

It was years until you saw her next. Until she had begun visit you in your wooden house out on some Sargon backwater. You were barely surprised the first time she showed up with a firm knock on your door, all muddied combat boots and charming smile as she stood shyly on your wraparound porch, chancing that you would greet her like an old friend and not an enemy.

Cara had been a mercenary by then, an Alliance tattoo on her cheek, and you had sat out on your porch for hours. You had talked and smiled and drank tea and circled the inevitability of it until your hands had accidently brushed, and even as your breath stalled in your chest Cara was already on you. You had practically climbed her in need before you fell to the floor together in the doorway, not even making it inside before you unravelled your clothes and each other.

She had still held you afterwards. Had wrapped you up in her warmth and kissed your hairline and whispered how much she had missed you. You had missed her words curling in the pit of you. Had missed all of her, in fact. 

From then on, Cara would come and visit whenever her missions allowed her to return to this sorry backwater you so loved. Sometimes, in the night, she had whispered her dreams to you in the dark. Pretty words about retiring and starting anew. But, like all dreams, they always faded in the stark light of day. She had always left you with the rise of the sun, as if she could only dance with you in the dark. Like fire glow, which licks idly and prettily at shadow, and whose display dissipates with daylight.

Sometimes, she rocked-up fresh from a bloody excursion, bloody herself and looking outwardly like a wolf fresh from a kill. Behind the armour though, you knew this strong, ferocious woman came to you delicate and quaking like the wings of a dragonfly, her rabbit heart fluttering and nervous as your gentle hands deftly tended to her wounds.

Years ago, you would have always suggested that it was you who was the rabbit and she the wolf. However, you had always been hungry and bold with your love. It was Cara who had been flighty and nervous in matters of the heart. She didn’t like to feel exposed. To feel weak. And you? You made her melt.

When she already felt vulnerable, after battle, she had both sought you out for comfort and shrunk back from you all at once. She needed to bask in your warmth, but she also feared that your licking flames might burn if she came too close whilst too open. Over the years, she had built up her defences, and try as you might you could no longer peel them away. Whenever you moulded to her body she was always wearing armour of some form. Always trying to hold you at arm’s length in some kind of way.

Cara would pleasure you and hold you still, but she wouldn’t allow you to touch her. She wouldn’t let you have her liquid beneath you. If she became molten, how would she ever put herself back together? You had softened her like nothing else, and defenceless is the last thing a solider wants to feel. She had seemingly forgotten the softness of those nights in the forest, when you had stripped every kind of armour away from her, and still, you could never deny her when she came to you, because you hoped and hoped that somehow you might revive her heart, buried as it was beneath her breast plate. You hoped that you might light the fuse and revive the love hiding there in the dark.

One particularly sticky night in the Sargon summer, Cara had come to you after months apart, troubled and unnervingly quiet. She had been covered in blood, which had dried liked peeling rust on her skin. Not her blood, she insisted. Not her quarry’s either.

You had opened your door and she didn’t even step over the threshold. Her eyes had been alarmingly hollow instead of bright, and when you reached for her hands they were trembling like leaves. This time, Cara didn’t deny your touch. Didn’t protest when you bundled her towards your refresher. She had leaned gratefully into your palm as you caressed her hair and her face and slowly stripped her armour away. Her eyes had encouraged you; pleaded with you, as you gently eased her beneath the warm water and let it soothe her.

You had smoothed a cloth over her whole body, delicately soaping the blood and dirt from her skin, hoping that your touch felt like something akin to worship. Hoping that it made her feel as safe and as royal and as revered as her touch had made you feel, back in those long-lost forests of Endor.

“Cara?” you had asked finally with a broken voice, after as much silence as you could bear. “What happened?”

She had finally looked up at you, her eyes turbulent, brows knitted together as the water sluiced over both your bodies. Her soft voice had come out in monotone.

“I didn’t make it in time. The quarry killed someone’s wife before I could…”

“It’s not your fault, baby” you venture, wanting to reach out and hold her, but not wanting her to bolt away from your touch. Her muscles were tensed and she had looked ready to run like a tumult of horses breaking free.

She sniffs. “I know that. It’s the fault of the fucker who did it. I took him down right after. Didn’t make it too clean either. I just… The husband… he’d lost everything he loved. That’s what he said... and I...”

Cara had gripped on to your hands for dear life as tears had cascaded down her cheek, mingling with the water. She had seen a lot of death. But this one had really got to her.

Oh. Oh.

No wonder she had buried her rabbit heart under so much armour.

It was soft. It was soft. It was soft. 

You had smoothed your palm over her cheek. You had swiped her tears away with the pad of your thumb.

“My angel,” you soothed fondly, with a soft and steady smile, knowing that all you could offer was comfort. “Let’s get you dried and get into bed, okay? We can cuddle, or you can rest. Whatever you need.”

Her brows had still been knitted together but Cara allowed you to bundle her into the bedroom, to tuck her under layers of toasty blankets. She had been tired. You had slotted yourself behind her body and held her. Her hands had clung on to yours as if you were a parachute cord – the one thing she knew not to let go of. Her lifeline. Her canopy. You had stayed until you had felt her relax, her breathing sleep-ridden, and you had quietly extricated yourself to the porch.

The sky had darkened, and familiar sounds were swelling around you from the depths of the forest. You had lost track of how long you had been sitting there in the muggy night. Sweat clung to your skin like that first night with her, but suddenly you didn’t feel like royalty. The beads were no longer jewels. The spark had waned. Cara still made love to you, but it had lost some of its tenderness. It was as though she had convinced herself that your states were fixed; she was a fighter and you were a lover. You didn’t know what else to do. You didn’t know how else to fight so that she might let you love her. So, for a while you had just sat there on your porch, remembering, and letting a mug of tea grow cold in your grip. Letting the nostalgic sounds of cicadas and songbirds wash over you. 

You had almost startled when Cara appeared in the doorway, her movements uncharacteristically light and careful. You had yearned for her. You had yearned for her desperately even as she stood right in front of you.

“Can I sit with you a while?” she had asked softly, as if you might dream of saying no, and the absurd question tugged a gentle laugh from you.

You didn’t say anything but you had smiled with your eyes and patted the bench next to you. She had taken a seat, and you wrapped your arm around her, easily folding her into your embrace, her head nuzzling into the crook of your shoulder. Cara remained there in silence for a while, perhaps letting the sounds of the night wash over her too. Perhaps remembering herself. After a moment of contemplation, she had tugged in a sudden deep breath as if coming back to life. She had sat up and twisted her face to look at you. You had met her gaze, surprised to find her eyes more unguarded than you had seen them in a long while.

Slowly, unsurely, as if it were your first kiss, Cara had dipped her head towards you, letting her nose bump and nuzzle against yours. Letting her lips hover, hesitant but wanting as her breath fanned over you.

“I want…” she had whispered a half-completed thought, and you pressed her to finish it. Begged her to finish it. Sometimes you couldn’t comprehend the way she hesitated with you, even after all this time, as if you were a wolf holding her beating heart in your teeth. “I want you to touch me.”

At her words, you had blazed like a flare all over again, your desire for her on show like an exposed fuse line as your voice trembled, catching in your throat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes,” Cara had insisted, and now it was you who reacted like a sprung trap, lips crushing to hers like you had never known touch. Like you were starved and had suddenly learned to hunt. Like your lips and tongue sought to encase her and ensnare her and devour her. She had moaned into your mouth, her sounds billowing and soft and needier than you’d ever heard her, almost a protest but entirely a surrender.

You led her to your bed by the hand, as if your surroundings were regal and she was a Queen. You had laid her out on the covers, tracing your lips softly over her mouth, her neck, her collarbone. Another act of worship. In moments, her pleas and praise encouraging you, you were peeling her top over her head and shimmying her shorts away from her full, sturdy thighs until every gorgeous contour of her was visible. Drinking the sight of her in, you trailed kisses over her breasts, her nipples pebbling beneath your tongue. You kissed her stomach, all the way down to the neat, dark trail of hair guiding you to her wanting core. Nestling in between her thighs, your sure hands had parted her legs until she was entirely exposed to you, her folds so readily glistening and her moans spurring you on.

You had sunk yourself into her heat, eating her out like a parched woman dipping her head into the soft babble of a stream, tongue lapping gratefully at a refreshing, life-giving deluge. Your tongue had shimmied all the way down from her clit to her entrance, dipping over every contour and sweet spot like a river finding its course. You worked her with your lips, sucking at her swollen nub, your tongue probing and dipping into her entrance to collect her arousal, tasting her sweet release. You practically submerged yourself, and you had no reason to come up for air.

Cara hadn’t come undone like this in so long. She had moaned prettily into the air for you, her core practically molten, hot and wet beneath you. Knowing how good you made her feel and how much she wanted you was everything you’d ever craved. It was everything you’d ever been hunting for, and her response as you worked her had you moaning into her heat too. Your hands had gripped on to her thighs even more firmly, clawing at her as she began to buck her hips and writhe herself desperately on your face, your mouth and nose and chin all pressing in to her and becoming slick with her.

“Beautiful. You’re so … beautiful,” she had gushed, in between groans, gazing down at the sight of you nestled in between her thighs. You had looked up at her all laid out and squirming for you and you were overcome. She was your angel. She was still the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

Unable to respond with words you had simply dug your tongue into her folds with renewed vigour, gliding a finger into her slick and smiling as you watched her fists clench desperately into the blankets. As you watched her clench her teeth and tip her head back to growl in ecstasy, the sound sending a shiver right through you.

It had been so long since Cara had surrendered. To anything. But she had finally surrendered to you after so long. She had unravelled beneath your touch and your tongue, moaning for you as if overcome by a storm so powerful it could split the sky clean open like thunder. Whilst you weren’t sure whether she was ready to surrender to love, you were so deeply happy that she had trusted you enough to be vulnerable like this again.

When she had floated down from her high, you had cleaned her up, and you had sat together on your porch in nothing but your pants, the warm night surrounding you like a blanket. Like an old friend. You had clutched mugs of warm, sweet tea and clasped each other. Laughed together. You had sat there even as the rain fell in the forest around you, letting the sounds and sensations of night enclose you. The patter of the rain. The smell of petrichor and camomile. Cara had even taken your hand and dragged you into the clearing, circling her arms around you and swaying you to silent music as your bare feet became muddied and the rain tumbled down to wash any last trace of her armour away, the heavens opening to cleanse their angel. 

You had held her tightly, while you could hold her. You had a nagging feeling that she would be gone again in the morning, all of this magic fading in the harsh light of day.

You knew fine well that Cara could jump headfirst out of a spaceship. She could run headfirst into battle. But she couldn’t quite bring herself to run headfirst into you. Cara had always been on the move. Always in motion. Her heart was always a moving target, in case it ever got pinned down.

In the morning, she had watched you sleep, her eyes glowing with gentle awe and admiration. And then, she had gotten up to leave you anyway.

You had stirred and awoken as she slunk out of your house. But this time, instead of watching her walk away from you, like usual, you had run to the door and called after her, you voice ringing clearly into the forest.

She turned back towards you, outwardly looking hard and impenetrable - but you knew better.

“Din got word on a new bounty. Gotta ship out from town later,” she had explained apologetically, shifting her weight guiltily between her feet.

You had tracked down the porch and onto the forest path where she had stood, finding conviction in your steps. If Cara couldn’t be brave enough, you guessed that one of you would have to be. If she couldn’t be a lover, maybe you would have to be a fighter.

“Carasynthia Dune,” you had begun, leaning up to press a chaste yet loving kiss to her lips. Your gaze had remained steady, lips curled up into a soft smile. “You’re my angel. My thunder. My calm. My heart. Come back to me safe, will you?”

“I always come back to you,” she had admitted, looking up at you shyly from beneath her lashes, even as she looked taken aback by your words. “Can’t help it.” The hold you had on her was too strong to resist. Even after all this time. Especially after all this time.

On this occasion, you had been the one to turn away from her, padding back towards the house. This time, Cara had to watch you walk away from her.

“I don’t know what I’m so afraid of,” she had called out to you, voice wavering as it rang through the clearing. 

You had stopped in place and turned slowly towards her, your eyes warm and sad at the same time. You had taken a few small steps towards her and Cara closed the remaining distance, even as she looked tortured by the words she had blurted out. You hadn’t known why Cara’s heart was in stealth mode, but you knew that sooner or later she would have to uncover it. Let her heart live as ferociously as the rest of her being. 

“Me neither,” you had admitted, with a small shrug. “You jump out of spaceships with nothing but a parachute and trust fate. I promise if you jump into this love, I will give you a soft landing. I’ll protect you.”

As soon as your confession was through, you had become bashful again, all fumbled words and batting lashes and every single thing Cara could never resist on you. “Assuming that you... I mean... if you feel...”  

Suddenly, Cara was no longer afraid. She knew you. You were a protector. You were her protector. Even if her heart was in your teeth, she had suddenly known it would be safe there.

All that time ago, your love had crept up on her. And ever since, when she had moved forward it had always been with a quick glance behind her, to check that your love was still tailing her. She was afraid of being hunted, but as soon as you had turned away, she knew that she was far more afraid of losing you. Of looking back and not seeing you there at all.

“I do. I love you. I’ve loved you since Endor,” she had breathed, her brown eyes sheening with emotion.

“I’ve loved you since you fell from the sky,” you had replied, feeling nervous, as if you had ensnared a bird and its wings thrummed against your rib cage.

You examined Cara’s expression, and an when unguarded smile had inched across her face, you had tilted your head to beckon her over to you, trying your best to mimic her most classic move.

As soon as she had obliged and stepped closer, you had grabbed her and pulled her on to your lips, circling your arms around her sturdy circumference as you both melted into the kiss. When you broke for air, you were both wearing bright, even smiles, and Cara was every bit as giddy as you had been that first night. Happiness had fluttered in your chest like all the birds in the forest were contained there.

Your eyes had glowed as you gave her a small, encouraging nod. “So I’ll see you when you get home then?” You had stolen another quick kiss from her plush lips, and this time as Cara left, she had held your hand as you walked her to the edge of the clearing. “Oh, you should bring Din and the Child to visit too.”

Cara had smiled but looked sceptical, ruffling a hand through her sweeping hair. “Din already teases me about how soft I am for you. I don’t know if I could bear to give him any more ammo.”

You had grinned widely at the revelation, joy swelling in your chest at the thought of her speaking fondly of you. “Just tell Din that if he dares to tease you I’ll fight him.”

You had reached the edge of the clearing and Cara paused to face you, knowing you wouldn’t go any further in your bare feet.

“Bold talk, little one,” Cara had smiled, cocking an eyebrow, her cheeks appling in a smile.

“Oh, you don’t think I could take a bounty hunter?” you mocked, indignantly. “I pinned you, didn’t I?”

The smile which inched over Cara’ face was positively wolfish, and you thought she might devour you. Instead, she had inched her body towards you, tipping her head forward until her voice billowed over the shell of your ear. “I’ll be back home soon, my Princess, and I dare you to try it.” 

This time, when she had turned from you, it didn’t feel like losing her. You knew there was a promise in her eyes to return. Cara Dune’s heart was no longer in stealth mode. It was still soft, but you believed it could also be ferocious; this time, both a lover and a fighter. You had watched your angel go, knowing she soon would be coming back to where she belonged.

[wutroows]

the mandalorian season 2 episode 1: the marshal spoilers

i have SO much to say about this episode oh my god!!!

firstly, hints to an empty sarlacc pit, boba's armor, and temuera morrison HIMSELF and people are still saying boba's dead... i mean come on- it's nice to finally have something kindof set in stone for what i like to call schrödinger's boba!!

it's so nice to see baby yoda again, he's adorable and i love seeing dad mando in action. the development from season one till now is insane and he's barely even been with him for very long

i hope we run into cobb vanth again later on, maybe he'll meet with cara and greef karga again!! that'd be super dope

i really loved seeing boba's armor again, and when cobb vanth took the helmet off in front of din i could feel his anger through the screen i really do treasure pedro pascal

10/10!! super excited for the rest of the show to come out

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After some wicked hot, sweaty sex (I imagine that woman would put me through the fucking ringer) what do you think Cara Dune's aftercare is like?

oooh yeah this one should be fun... i haven’t written abt the wonderful and buff Cara Dune yet... Warning for NSFW discussion topics, but ultimately it’s just fluff

ok so during sex I think Cara is hard and heavy

like think of that sparring match she has in the bar on Sorgan with some Zabrak, she was so into it, enjoying herself

she loves pushing you to your limit, hearing you beg her as she wrings one more orgasm out of you

she feels so accomplished when she comes back with a damp cloth to clean you up and you’re just limp on the cot, unable to move

she’ll take her time wiping up between your legs (marveling a little at the way your combined juices shine on your skin) and anywhere else that needs it

she’d constantly be checking in, making sure you're ok, that she didn’t push you too hard, asking if you need some water, before finally curling up with you

she’d slide in beside you, her form taking up a lot of bed space, but the last thing you’re gunna do is complain abt her broad shoulders at this moment

you’re still worn out, so she takes the courtesy to pull your leg over her hip helping you to sprawl across her  

YOU KNOW she’s gunna be curling her arms around you, holding you close to her (just... just, take a minute, close your eyes and imagine those arms hugging you tight... while you're both naked)

I think Cara runs a little cold and so she loves having you close to keep her warm while she sleeps, it’s been awhile since she slept inside so being warm in bed is not a luxury she will soon pass up.

So Cara is a former shock trooper—big and strong and that makes me swoon—but she’s also from Alderaan, which is a peaceful planet

her whole warrior persona is one she’s had to develop because of the war, that’s the mask she wears to protect herself

but at night? when she’s alone with you and can rest? when she can take off that mask and just be herself without worry? those are the sweetest moments

Cara loves fucking you senseless but she also loves just holding you, letting your head rest on her shoulder as she mindlessly draws circles on your skin with her thumb as you drift off to sleep in tandem

When she’s TRULY comfortable, she’ll start humming an old lullaby from her childhood.

She’d be quite, not wanting to disturb you resting—so quiet you almost can’t hear her

but you can feel it though the vibrations in her chest

drifting off to sleep—tired but satiated—all while hearing that tune and knowing she’s feeling safe and content, too

[cptnbvcks]

can we please have some cara dune smut, maybe with another female sorgan local? you're such an amazing writer thank you!!

this is entirely fic length because i have zero self-control

nsfw!!!

“Pay up, mudscuffers! Come on!” 

Your cheeks redden as you meekly watch the towering woman collect her bounty from the townsfolk and the losing party of the scuffle. She huffs with a grin as she catches her opponent’s arm in a warrior’s shake. Her smile is bright and wolfish and you try to ignore the warm flutter in your stomach. 

You wish she’d look at you like that.

“Hey!” You half jump out of your skin as the sound of the barkeep shook you straight out of your fantasy, “Stop daydreaming and bring over some spotchka for the victor!” 

Her eyes were on you now. Her smile still broad with the battle high.

You felt the heat in your ears as you forced yourself to move closer, the tray of drinks half shaking in your arms. Your eyes only lifted to meet hers when you felt her hand press beneath the quaking tray to steady it. 

“I’ve never seen you around here before,” she says, her voice warm and delightful and you think your knees might give out with how numb they suddenly feel. She was even more stunningly intimidating up close. 

“I–,” you blush as the words catch on your tongue, “I usually work in the back. The kitchens.” 

You sound stupid but she only smiles as she raises her cup to her mouth. She doesn’t take her eyes off of you as she tilts her head and drinks. You hope she doesn’t catch the impulsive way you lick your lips as your eyes drop briefly to her exposed neck. Her eyes fall to the pillow of your lips and the small peek of your tongue between them before you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.

You offer her your name to save yourself the embarrassment of the awkward silence.

“Pretty name,” she compliments, setting the drink down on your tray before taking the entire tray from you completely and setting it down on the bar behind you, “Why don’t you come to my tent tonight?” 

Your eyes rounded in surprise at the forwardness of her — of the insinuation of the request. You suddenly couldn’t remember all the words in your vocabulary.

She pinned you with that grin and you knew that your decision had been made.  

“I’m right down at the edge of the ponds. Last tent.” 

With that, she began to walk away. The feeling in your legs barely began to creep back in as she turned around to call over her shoulder, “My name’s Cara, by the way. Ask for Cara.” 

Cara. 

That was a pretty name.

—

When it rained in Sorgan, it rained hard.

Your skirts were soaked through by the time you found the wicker tent. 

You stood in front of the entrance for a moment, half tempted to turn on your heel and run. What were you doing? Had she really meant it? Or had she been pulling your leg?

The heavy cloth that covered the threshold parted and your plan of escape suddenly vanished. A shiver ran up your spine as she offered that smile of hers and nodded for you to enter. 

“You’re soaked,” she said from behind you. For a moment you wondered if she was talking about your skirts or your breeches. You blushed darkly, your shoulders tensing as you felt her hands grasp the string cord of your dress at the back of your neck. She pulled, slow enough to give you enough time to stop her if you wished.

You didn’t.

Goosebumps rose across your arms as the woman maneuvered the wet material down your arms, allowing them to bunch at your hips as you rose your arms to shyly cover your damp breasts. She moved around to stand in front of you, her gaze lowered to the feast of glistening skin. She raised a hand to drag her thumb over your damp skin. You pressed your thighs together at the warmth that began to pool there.

“A-am I okay?” you stammered out, feeling more than self-conscious as the woman suddenly stopped in her tracks at your question. Her brow peaked at the way you referred to yourself, as though she would find your body unsatisfactory and send you away into the stormy night.

You rose your gaze to meet hers as she cupped your chin, raising your head slightly to press her lips against yours. It was softer than you had imagined. She was softer. You moaned quietly into her mouth as she drew your hands from your breasts and replaced them with her own. 

“You’re perfect,” she murmured softly and you believed her.


She tasted like spotchka and spices and her palms were the roughest thing about her, coarse from whatever hard life had brought her to the refuge of your home planet and the sanctuary of your body.

You leaned into her hands as she squeezed your breasts gently, silently gauging your limits. She smiled against your mouth at the small squeak she managed to wedge out of you when she rolled the hardened nub of your nipple beneath her thumb.

The rest of your dressings fell from your hips to pool at your feet and you held her hips for stability as you toed out of your shoes. Her lips moved down your throat, biting soft marks across your wet skin as she tugged your slight frame against hers. A small noise bubbled from your throat at the rough feeling of her leathers and pants against your bare flesh. You blushed at the realization that you were already very naked, while she had not yet removed a single bit of her clothing.

You could smell your own arousal in the air, feel it slick against your inner thighs as she began pulling you by the hips towards the bed of wicker and wool. The rain fell harder outside of the tent and you felt the humidity of it sticking to your skin.

“Should I undress you?” You asked, your voice trembling and soft as she sat down at the edge of the bed and held you as you stood before her. Her hands paused in their descent down your thighs as she looked up at you with an expression you read as concerned curiosity with a dash of amusement.


“You haven’t done this before, have you?” 


Suddenly you wished you could have sank through the floor and into the marshy substrate beneath. Your cheeks burned and the air felt a little too sticky and you were a little too naked. You couldn’t meet her gaze as your arms defensively rose to cover yourself again.

“Hey, hey— it’s okay!” She was laughing softly and it struck you that she wasn’t laughing at you. You looked back down at her as she brought her face to your stomach and began kissing a soft pattern over your bellybutton. You felt your walls clench with need as you caught your quivering lower lip between your teeth. 

“I’m honored, really,” she said softly, the warmth of her mouth slipping lower as her grip tightened on your thigh, “You don’t have to be nervous. I’ve got you.” 


Your only response was an airy gasp as she placed her mouth over the softest part of you. Your hands fell to the armor covering her shoulders, gripping tight as she hooked her hand beneath your knee and began lifting your leg onto the bed. You didn’t think you could blush any darker at the lewdness of the position; not when her tongue was lavishing circles around that small bundle of nerves that made your toes curl when you touched yourself in the darkness of your own bed.

Your head fell back as she dragged two fingers over your soaked core, slowly working them into you with very little resistance. You were slick and wet for her already. Her fingers curled and pressed and thrusted and you felt your sanity crumble away when she sucked your clit between her soft lips. Something warm and fuzzy built in the pit of your stomach as your muscles squeezed and clenched around her fingers.

She smiled as your hips arched towards her, her name never having sounded quite so lovely as when it fell from your lips in reckless cries of pleasure. She lifted her gaze to peer up at you, committing the sight of your parted mouth and knotted brow to memory as you struggled to comprehend the sheer pleasure of being with another person.

“C-cara—!” Your fists clenched over her shoulders’ armor with sudden urgency, choking on your own unabashed cries as she crooked her fingers against something devastating inside of you. She didn’t stop, not when you squealed in delight or grabbed at your own breasts to quell the sudden wave of mind-numbing pleasure. 


The Shock Trooper wrapped her hand around your back, pressing her palm just above your backside to keep you from tumbling over as she moaned against your pussy. Her fingers fucked into you faster as you wrenched your eyes shut tighter as your entire body suddenly seized up taut as you came hard against her mouth and fingers. 

She moaned low at the sweet taste of your juices, her fingers soaked in you as she slowed her ministrations, allowing you to come down easy as she dragged her fingers in and out of your quivering walls. She was amazed by how warm and wet you were around her, how intimate it felt to know that you had not fallen apart for another the way you had fallen apart for her. She slipped her fingers deeper and lifted her gaze to catch the way your brow twitched with pleasure.

You panted softly as your grip on reality slowly returned. Her lips were wet as she pressed her mouth against your inner thigh, sucking a slow bruise there as she drew her fingers from your heat to smear the slickness of your cum across your clit. You jolted at the feeling as another wrecked moan fell from your lips. 

You blushed darkly at the lewd sound of her playing with your pussy; wet and squelching and loud enough that you heard it over the drumbeat of rain outside.

The woman finally drew away, drawing her fingers out of your tight walls as she observed the flutter of your eyes as you looked down at her. You trembled at the sudden emptiness of you, and shook harder still as you watched her bring her fingers to her mouth and taste you there. 

Was this how the foreigners did it on the other edge of the galaxy? 

You don’t know why, but you lower the leg she had raised onto the bed and sink down to your knees infront of her. She’s taller than you are; a strong and towering woman that struck a certain kind of awe in your chest. 

She watched you, her gaze dark as you found the depraved confidence in your orgasm-hazed mind to open your mouth as she brought her hand from her mouth to yours. She dragged her pointer and middle finger over your lower lip, smearing your cum and her saliva over the plump pink flesh before sinking her fingers into the warmth of your mouth. You moaned softly as she pressed the pads of her fingers against your tongue, tasting yourself on her skin.

Your cheeks were splotchy red, glistening with sweat and rainwater as your hair clung to your forehead. 

A smile spread across her face — bright and wolfish — and your heart sang. 

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A Lesson in Parenting

Pairing: Cara Dune x Reader (no y/n)

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 1,042

Warnings: cursing, Cara and reader not knowing how the heck to care for Yodito, force sensitive baby shenanigans

Notes: specifically for @demigod-dragonrider-schoolidol​​ because they made me start thinkin about Cara x reader and I couldn’t stop  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also the canon timeline is just kind of going out the window here in the name of fic because it’s MY story and I make the rules! Gif by starwarshub!

“Hey, honey? Can you come here for a second?”

Cara’s voice wafted through the small home the two of you shared on Sorgan, slightly tense and uneasy. Mando had asked her to take care of the child until he could come back to Sorgan, and she prayed he wouldn’t take too long. She was deeply out of her element, so as soon as Mando had handed her the bag containing the child, she had run straight to you. You always knew what to do.

“Is everything alright, Cara?” you asked as you ran into the room. She stared at you for a moment, wanting to envelop you in an embrace after being apart from you for so long but suddenly becoming acutely aware of the weight in her arms.

“Uh. Well...” she trailed off before opening the sack that Mando had placed the child in. As she unfolded the top, a set of wide green ears appeared, attached to a furry head with wide eyes. The creature cooed at you, turning its head to look back at her. The two of you shared a look, yours one of shock and hers one of slight guilt.

“Cara?” you asked once you’d found your voice.

“Yes, dear?”

“....what the fuck is that?”

“He’s a... uh... well, we don’t really know what he is,” she fumbled, honestly trying not to laugh at your outburst, “But Mando asked me to take care of him until he gets back.”

“So are you gonna just bring home every weird creature he gives you...?” you trailed off, still somewhat dumbfounded at the child.

“Listen, I promise this is gonna be the last weird animal I bring home,” Cara said, a slight smile on her face as she remembered her last escapade.

“I distinctly remember you saying that about the baby Mudhorn you brought back last month,” you replied, crossing your arms.

“Okay, that was different though.”

All you could do in response was laugh and put a hand on your face. Cara swore that you had the patience of a saint, and she considered herself infinitely lucky to have someone like you who rolled with the punches, considering her entire life appeared to be one ongoing boxing match.

“Okay, okay,” you said, walking over to her and gently stroking one of the creature’s large ears, “so how do we take care of the little guy? What does he eat? Does he need any special care?”

“That is... a very good question,” she replied, unease still heavy in her stomach, “Mando let him play around with some of the village kids a lot when they were here, and I know Omera took care of him for a while, so I’m gonna go ask her real quick.”

“Alright, love,” you said gently, you voice doing wonders to ease her “do you want me to take him while you’re gone?”

Cara nodded, handing the child over to you. The sounds it made were certainly akin to a human child’s, but Cara knew this was far out of the realm of your collective experiences. As Cara turned to leave and find Omera, she secretly hoped she wouldn’t be too long.

---------

Apparently she’d taken just long enough for all hell to break loose when she got back. Granted, the child was having the time of his life, but Cara didn’t think she could say the same for you, considering he had you upside down in midair. 

“Oh thank maker you’re back Cara,” you said, “Get me down! He won’t let go of me!”

Cara picked the child up, telling him to put you down, that he couldn’t just float people like that. She saw a tiny frown form on his face before she heard you hit the ground with a resounding thud. She immediately sat the kid down as she went to your side, making sure you were alright as you sat up with a groan. 

“You didn’t tell me he could do that,” you said, rubbing your head.

“I didn’t know he could do that,” Cara offered, checking you over to make sure you weren’t injured in any way. The child waddled over to you, putting a tiny hand on your knee and looking at you almost apologetically. You offered him a warm smile and a pat on the head, though Cara could sense that you were still a little frightened of the creature. To be honest, she didn’t blame you.

The rest of the day found the two of you trying your hardest to care for the child, neither one of you wanting to set aside your pride long enough to take him to Omera. The poor thing got into just about everything he could reach, knocking over jars and carrying around any spare weapons that Cara had left, much to your horror.

“Absolutely not!” you snapped as you snatched a knife out of his hands. The child looked at you like you’d just killed his best friend, and Cara couldn’t stop herself from laughing at the sight.

“Nice reaction there, sweetheart,” she teased.

“Oh like you would have done any better,” you said, putting the knife out of the child’s sight.

“Can’t do much worse,” she shrugged.

Both of you were exhausted by that evening, though gracefully the child appeared to settle down as time wore on. As the night grew later, Cara looked over to where you were sitting to find you gently cradling the kid as he slept, lightly bouncing him in place. You smiled tenderly at him, and Cara couldn’t stop herself from developing the same kind of smile as she looked at you. She knew she’d been right in bringing him to you, even if it’d been such a hassle.

When the two of you were sure the child wouldn’t wake, the two of you made your way to your bedroom with him. Cara fashioned a makeshift cot near your bed so the two of you could keep an eye on him, and as she crawled into bed behind you and pulled you to her chest, she placed a warm kiss to the back of your neck.

“Thanks for helping me take care of the kid,” she murmured.

“You don’t have to thank me, Cara,” you said softly, though your tone quickly took on a teasing lilt “you’re lucky I love you, though.”

She chuckled quietly, kissing the back of your neck again.

“I sure am, honey.”

[fuckallthegood0nesweretaken]

Cara Dune X Reader - Fucking Tease

Title: Fucking Tease (Sweetheart Mechanic series)

Words: 1,305

Warnings: SMUT (female receiving oral sex, slight thigh riding) and strong language

A/N: This is the second instillation of the Sweetheart Mechanic series. It can be read as a stand alone. This is also the first smut content I’ve written for a female so please bear with me if I still need some practice. If you’d like to request something, please send me an ask! I’d love to write for you!

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The Mandalorian Masterlist

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Being on the run from a bounty guild was not as fun as one would think. From how much Mando pushed the ship, it needed almost constant repairs. That was a pain in the ass. But despite the minor annoyances, you loved every minute of it. It was the most excitement you’ve had in your life. You also loved the child. He had taken a liking to you right away, and that was one of the main reasons Mando agreed to take you along. You could watch the kid while he and Cara went out to get some money.

 But that wasn’t what was happening right now. Right now you were being chased by a bounty hunter. Mando had managed to get you into the sky right before the hunters speeder had crashed into the ship.

 “Will we be alright without the pre-flights?” He asked you as you strapped yourself into a seat, Cara right behind you with the kid.

 “I think so? We should get somewhere safe quickly. There were some problems with the compressor and I don’t know how long it’ll hold.”

Mando swore under his breath and set a course for a backwater planet. Once the ship was in hyperdrive, you got out of your seat and checked everything you could. Climbing up the ladder into the cockpit, you looked at Mando.

“Everything looks fine, but we should still land so I can check things fully. I don’t want to risk anything. Especially with the compressor.”

 “Alright. We’ll be arriving soon.”

 “Good. I’m gonna take a nap. Wake me when we’re there?”

 “Okay.”

 You slid down the ladder and went into the small sleeping space you shared with Cara. With a small sigh, you took off your shoes and pants before almost melting onto the mattress. You rolled over onto your side and closed your eyes, only to have them open a second later. Cara had decided to join you, molding her body against yours. Smiling, you went to turn towards her but she wouldn’t let you.

 One of her legs was wedged between yours and one of her hands was slowly creeping up your shirt before moving south and into your panties. Her mouth was busy kissing your neck and you whimpered. She bit your neck and started circling your clit at the same time and you let out a strangled moan.

 “C-Cara,” you breathed.

 “Yes?” She moved her fingers from your clit and inserted them into your pussy. She wasn’t very gentle, knowing you could take it.

 “K-Kiss you,” you said softly, in between pants.

 “What do you say?”

 “Please.”

 “Good girl,” she praised.

 With that, Cara pulled her fingers out of you and sat up, pulling you onto her lap. You were straddling her and she kissed you fiercely. You returned the kiss, arms going around her neck while hers went to your hips. Slowly, she started dragging your clothed cunt across her thigh and you moaned in to her mouth. She moved you faster and faster until you were choking back moans, head tilted back. Cara took full advantage of your exposed neck to kiss and nip at it, fully intending to leave marks.

 “I’m so c-close,” you panted. Cara flexed her thigh and you saw stars. If she did that one more time you’d be done for. Just one more—

 “Hey, we’re at the planet. Get ready to leave,” Mando said loudly from the cockpit.

 “Alright,” Cara said back. With that, Cara stood up.

 “N-No! I was so close,” you cried. You writhed pathetically on the mattress, Cara smirking down at you.

 “Sorry, sweetheart. There’s stuff we have to do. And if I see that you’ve touched yourself, you’ll regret it.” Cara eyed your hand inching towards your pulsing cunt and you let out a sob.

 “Good girl.”

 ---

 It was safe to say that you were in a sour mood for the rest of the day. You had triple checked the ship, replacing anything that needed it and you tried to keep your mind off what happened with Cara. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened and you knew that it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

 “Stupid Cara, teasing me like that,” you muttered under your breath.

 It had been hours and you were still unbelievably horny. You were very tempted to touch yourself, to finish the job, but you knew she’d find out somehow. And no matter how sweet the punishment was, it was still a punishment. So you suffered until you were in the room Cara rented at the inn. Grumbling, you opened the door and only managed to get your shoes off before Cara was pressing you up against the door.

 “You were such a good girl, not touching yourself like I asked,” Cara cooed. Her pelvis was keeping you pressed to the wall and she held your hands above your head with one hand. Her other hand was roaming your body.

 “Please,” you whimpered.

 “Please what?”

 “Please touch me.” You were basically begging and you knew Cara loved it. She pulled away, looking at you hungrily.

 “Strip and get on the bed.”

 You couldn’t strip fast enough and nearly fell to the floor in your excitement. Once you were completely naked, you climbed onto the bed and laid on your back.

 “Hands on the headboard. Move them and you’ll regret it.” You nodded and did as you were told.

 Cara stalked towards you before settling on the bed, straddling you. She didn’t touch you, she just looked at you, soaking in the sight of you quiet and wanting. It took everything in you to not move your hands to run through her hair. You bit your lip and Cara decided that you had been good enough to not get teased anymore. She kissed you softly before moving down your neck. When she kissed the spot on your neck she knew made your knees weak, you let out a small moan.

 “Don’t be quiet,” Cara said. “Be as loud as you want.”

 You moaned louder as she kept attacking that spot and whimpered when she moved on. Cara kissed and licked her way down to your chest, only stopping for a moment before continuing towards your cunt. She sucked a hickey on the inside of both of your thighs, always avoiding where you wanted her to touch you the most.

 “Cara! P-Please!” You choked out, the pleasure so much but not enough.

 “Please what?” She said, biting your thigh.

 “Please fuck me!”

 “Anything for you, sweetheart,” Cara said, before lunging forward and capturing your cunt in her mouth.

 You let out a loud moan and bucked your hips up, desperate for her to touch you more. She responded to your eagerness with more vigor. Two fingers were inserted into your dripping pussy and she went to suck on your clit.

 “C-Cara!” You screamed. “There! Oh my god there!”

 She never slowed down and your orgasm crashed into you. You came down from your high slowly, hips still grinding. Cara never stopped and you could feel a second orgasm approach.

 “You gonna cum again for me?” Cara asked, the vibrations from her voice hitting you in the right places.

 “Yes!”

 She kept her pace, fingers pounding and lips sucking until you went over the edge again. Your thighs tightened around her head and your thighs were shaking. Once you rode out your second orgasm, Cara detached herself from you. She kissed up your body slowly before kissing you tenderly on your lips.

 “You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to ruin me,” you said with a tired laugh. Your hands released themselves from the headboard and you cupped her face, kissing her back.

 “I haven’t even come close to ruining you, sweetheart. And what did I say about your hands?”  

[mandadoration]

YOOO, your writing is superb. Amazing work, 11/10, seriously giving me inspiration. Now! I just read raise the stakes and bby, I’m blushing. Really. BUT I’m also a pathetic sucker for fluff and hurt/comfort. Would you be willing to write a fic about the reader getting shot protecting The Child™️ and the ensuing doting-upon by Mando and Cara? The past instance mentioned in raise the stakes? I need that sweet, sweet drama. If you’re not, I get totally get it. Keep writing magnificently.

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word count: 2, 108

pairing: (established) mandalorian x reader x cara dune

Warnings: swearing, canon typical violence, hurt/comfort

a/n: Anon, I put little descriptions of things that might have happened just so people like you can crave more. Takes place before Raise the Stakes.

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You’ve been working with the Mandalorian and Cara Dune for long enough to know what their footsteps sound like coming up the ramp to the Razor Crest. Be it rain or shine, good mood or bad mood, you can always tell who it is.

That clunky, unpracticed gait with uneven steps?

Not anyone you know.

The steady beeping of a tracking fob slowly speeding up?

Definite trouble.

You already know that Mando and Cara will scold you for being so careless and leaving the ramp open, but in your defense heat builds up in the ship really easily, and you don’t want to waste fuel keeping the air flow going. You peek out the windows up at the cockpit where you’ve been playing sabaac by yourself to see who it is, and you swear under your breath when you see a bounty hunter making their way up the ramp, and swear once more when you realize your blaster is sitting on the table in the hull downstairs. There’s no other weapons up in the cockpit.

Well, you’ve had experience with improvisation in the past.

You wonder if anyone has finally bought the dented pan from when you sent it through a previous bounty hunter’s face.

From your tool bag, you pull out the largest, heaviest wrench you can find, something meant for the large parts that dealt with hyperdrive, hefting the weight in your hands as you consider exactly how you were going to take the invasive bounty hunter down when you hear a whoosh of a door followed by familiar cooing and babbling.

No time to think. Only act.

Which is why you basically fall down the ladder and launch yourself at the hunter, wrapping your arms around their neck and bashing your wrench at their head, listening to the sickening crunch as you yell as intimidatingly as possible. Which wasn’t very scary at all considering that your voice cracks. The hunter lets out a garbled yell and throws you off, digging their elbow in your ribs, and you just barely manage to catch yourself before you hit your own head against some exposed pipes. Forget baby-proofing the ship. You need it more than the child at this rate. How many times have you almost chipped a tooth trying to use the refresher in the dark?

You scramble onto your hands and knees fast enough that you manage to swing your wrench again at their knee, lunging for the blaster on the table as they go down.

“Bitch!”

Before you can grab the blaster, the bounty hunter wraps a hand around your ankle, talons digging in the soft flesh, causing you to narrowly miss biting your tongue off in favor of hitting your brow bone against the edge of the table, making blood immediately well up and drip into your eyes. The wrench clatters across the ground and far out of your reach. You yelp, and kick them in the face with your other leg, hearing the soft crunch of cartilage as you claw your way out of their reach. There’s adrenaline pumping through your veins now, the combination of danger and fear mixed with sharp twinges of pain. The bounty hunter growls low and deep in their chest, grabbing your boot and yanking you back towards him.

A quick glance at the Child confirms your suspicions that they’re just watching you with interested eyes.

You grit your teeth and flip around so that you’re on your back, sitting up as quick as you can and swinging your fist at their face. Their face is a lot softer than you had initially thought, feeling akin to the skin of overripe fruit when you dig your fingers into them and it bursts, except that the skin of the bounty hunter’s face stays intact and immediately starts to bruise a bright green color. In any other circumstance, you would be completely bewildered, but if they didn’t finish you off, Mando and Cara would if you let the kid get hurt, so you tamp down any fascination with alien biology to slam the heel of your boot into their wrist and pull yourself free of their grip. It takes some effort to coordinate yourself to get your feet under you, head spinning from hitting it earlier, but you whirl around to look at the table where the blaster is.

Rather, where it was, because it isn’t there anymore.

“What the–”

You’re too bewildered and half-dazed to hear the sound of a blaster cocking, and your left leg buckles underneath you as a blaster shot goes clean through your thigh. You almost hit your head again on the edge of the table, and you think there’s blood in your mouth as you stifle a scream. But there’s your blaster, knocked onto the floor under the table, and you fumble for it, turning around and shooting the bounty hunter twice in the chest, and the once more in the head for good measure, sickly yellow blood splattering and pooling under their body before they can properly react. As soon as the last of their fingers finish their twitching, the sharp, hot pain in your thigh swells up and would’ve keeled you over if it weren’t for the fact you were already on the floor. You allow yourself one very loud, “Fuck!” before you drag your body and slam the button to the cot, shutting the door in the child’s face as you let yourself slump down and heave in pained breaths as you think about your next plan of action, head buzzing as the adrenaline starts to wean off. Your hands are shaking as you put the safety back on the blaster and set it aside.

Obviously you would have to call Mando and Cara back from whatever recon they were doing and get their asses back here before you bled out. You hope the blaster shot didn’t hit anything major; there’s a lot of blood. Actually, maybe you should try and stop the bleeding first. Or there might be more hunters and you aren’t in fit enough shape to hold anyone else back, so the sooner Cara and Mando came back, the better. But also the comms were back up in the cockpit, and you aren’t strong enough to drag yourself up a ladder with only your upper body. You really needed to start working out properly. Let’s face it, routine maintenance on the ship wasn’t cutting it. The child is making upset noises from behind the door, and shit, you actually needed to check on them to make sure nothing happened to them in the moments before you had launched yourself at the bounty hunter like some gackle bat. Then again, the button is way too high up, and you are way too tired to even think about moving from where the floor has suddenly become very comfortable.

Actually, sleeping on the ground sounds like the best course of action.

—

The sound of a panicked call of your name brings you up just enough to the surface of consciousness for you to moan a response. Someone lifts you up enough to cradle you in their arms, and the feeling of the bare flesh of a hand on your face lets you know it’s Cara without opening your eyes. She tugs one of your eyes open to check on you, and you frown and try to bat her hand away, but your hand is much too heavy, so you end up burrowing your head into the crook of her arm.  

“‘s too bright,” you slur. “St… stop it.” Cara sharply pats your cheek.

“No,” she orders, “stay awake. Shit, how long were you here for?” You groan when she puts her hand on the blaster shot in your leg, toes curling in pain as tremors run up your leg.

“It hurts,” you moan.

“Good,” she says, tone curt. “I’d be more worried if it didn’t.”

“Shit,” Mando hisses, somewhere above you. Or behind you. You’re not quite sure anymore because it feels like your head is full of cotton and your ears are filled with water. Some shuffling and there’s the steady beeping of a tracking fob again. “Guild member. Someone is still out for the kid.” Cara reaches over you, tugging something free from the body that lies just over a foot away from you, yellow blood oxidized to a muddled green. When you crack your eyes open, there’s a faint sheen of blue on Cara’s face, which is set in a serious expression, before she shows whatever she’s holding up to Mando. You hear Mando huff, and as your eyes slip shut again, the last thing you hear is Cara’s wavering voice.

“The puck isn’t for the kid. It’s for her.”

—

When you come to, you think that death is preferable compared to the wicked headache you have.

It feels like there’s some creature in your head that’s trying to get out, and your brow bone where you’ve cracked it against the table in your tussle isn’t helping with it in the slightest. Your entire body aches, and you think your ribs are bruised from how each breath in makes your wince.

Oh, and your leg. Needless to say, it really kriffing hurts.  

You make a pained noise when you try to sit up, and a figure blocks the light from the foot of the bed.

“No, no,” Cara says, “stay down.” It’s not like you can really move, save tilting your head up to look at her. There’s the slightest bit of space that she can sit down and scoot closer to you, minding your leg as she hands you a cup of water. It’s incredibly awkward. The cot itself barely fit Mando, and you were used to having more space sleeping on your mat on the floor. Still, Cara tilts the cup with utmost care, leaning over your body and cradling your head in her other hand as you take slow sips. Her brows are knotted with worry, and she catches your gaze when you blink up at her sluggishly. You push the cup away.

“What happened?” you ask her. Your voice is still thick with sleep.  

“Bounty hunter,” comes Mando’s voice. He leans against the doorway, if it can even be called that, to the cot. You really wanted to ask Mando if he would consider a more open floor plan considering how suffocated you feel, but the mood isn’t exactly appropriate. “We came back to find you bleeding over the floor.” His voice is tight, and you can see the tenseness of his shoulders despite how hazed you still feel.

“We thought that you were dead,” Cara says softly. She pushes back a strand of hair from your face. You sigh and nuzzle into the palm of her hand.

“Your lack of faith in me is disturbing,” you mumble. “I can handle myself.”

“You call that ‘handling yourself’?” Mando asks dryly, motioning to the bandages wrapped over and over again on your thigh. You can feel the familiar tingle of bacta underneath the aches. You shrug, pulling a face when it jostles your sides.

“He’s dead, isn’t he?” you ask him. Then, “he is, right?” Cara nods.

“You did a number on him,” she says, a hint of pride in her voice. You relax.

“And the kid?”

“Asleep,” Mando answers.

“That’s good,” you sigh. “How long until we can get out of here?”

“We’re leaving in a couple of minutes.” You bolt up despite how your head spins and ribs ache.

“I have to do pre-flight checks!” you gasp. Cara puts a firm hand on your chest and pushes you back down with little resistance.

“You,” she says sternly, “are going to stay here and rest while we,” she motions to Mando and herself, “do the pre-flight checks.” You cock an eyebrow.

“When’s the last time you guys ever did a pre-flight check on the ship?” Cara looks at Mando.

“Not since–”

“Not since you hired me,” you point out. “And I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’ve done substantial work since then. Including upgrades and new functions.” Cara has a knowing look on her face, and you’d bet that Mando does too. “You don’t know what half of this ship does anymore.” You put a hand on Cara’s wrist. “Let me do pre-flight checks.”

You know they’d give in. They always do.

Which is why a few moments later Mando and Cara somehow get you up to the cockpit, Mando carrying you there in his arms with a smug look on your face.

You’d come to regret that when you can’t get back down.

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waves crash. ships don’t. ( epilogue )

The Mandalorian x reader

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Cara just didn’t understand.

The child had been in her care for approximately 16 hours since Mando and you stopped by Nevarro and dropped the child off with her and Karga, citing a particularly dangerous mission on the horizon, something you couldn’t bring the child into. They just needed to watch the kid for a day, at most, just until you could settle what needed to be settled.

That wasn’t what Cara didn’t understand. In the six months since they had left that stormy planet, Mando and you have had to leave the child under their protection twice when your mission to get him back to his people got too risky to have him around.

This was relatively normal.

What the child was doing, that was what she didn’t understand.

She lived through the child attempting to Force choke her out, she watched the fireworks when he burned the fire trooper to death, she had seen him heal Karga and so much more. This was not strange in the magical power respect, this was strange in the child respect.

It walked around the small cantina crawling with bounty hunters, banging his goddamn womp rat head on surface after surface.

Cara had to stop it from grabbing the metallic leg of one of the droids who entered the cantina and crashing its head against its calf. It was the strangest impulse that overcame his little green body.

It didn’t make any sense. She just didn’t understand.

“It’s like it has a death wish.” She cursed, setting the burlap bundle onto the table in front of Karga. “I swear, just wants to bash its own head in.”

“It’s just a child, let it be.”

The child grabbed a puck off the table and stuck it into its mouth, sucking the metal with a cooing voice which only made Karga bellow out with a laugh.

“Going to be just like Mando with these pucks.” He joked, grabbing the puck back and instead flipping on the hologram to distract him.

“Not if he keeps hitting his head against anything he can.”

“Just tell them when they get back.”

She scoffed, leaning back in the booth. “If they’re coming back.”

“Of course they’re coming back, why wouldn’t they?” He furrowed back, stopping his extension of a hand to order a drink, the words catching him so off guard.

Blowing out a breath from her lips, “If I was traveling around the galaxy on fun quests looking for an ancient people with the love of my life and I could leave this little creature somewhere it would be safe, I wouldn’t come back.”

“Mando is a man of honor and purpose.”

“Well, I wouldn’t come back.” She chuckled out as the kid hobbled to her, headfirst, “Not for this monster.”

“It’s a wonder they left it in your care.” He mocked, shaking his head, finishing ordering his drink when the communicator on the table began to buzz. “That them?”

Cara checked it while still trying to hold the stubborn child back. “Yeah, they just docked.”

“Do you stand corrected?”

“I wouldn’t come back.” She reiterated, grabbing the child and shaking her head. “I’ll be back.” She huffed, sliding out of the booth.

“Ironic.”

She just rolled her eyes and kept walking, the child bouncing along in her arms the entire way to the docks.

The Razor Crest had a few more scratches on its hull than the last time it docked, but minor, nothing that would require repairs or anything, eventually they would just blend into the natural character of the ship.

She considered letting the kid down to run up the ramp by itself, but something stopped her before she got the chance. Just far enough around the corner, she was able to spot the quiet moment she was about to intrude on and hang back, keeping the child quiet against her chest.

He had been sat on a crate in the hull, something that wasn’t there last time she went to pick up the kid, so she could only assume it had been whatever you left to obtain. And you had been knelt in front of him, wrapping a bacta patch around his wrist.

It was such a personal moment, she even felt bad eavesdropping as she waited, but she couldn’t help herself.

“That was stupid.” You cursed out first in basic, then followed it with a string of colorful insults in your native tongue, hands working faster to wrap and secure the dressings.

“I know.” He spoke solemnly back to you, the voice low through his modulator, so low Cara was barely able to hear it over the sounds of muffled coos in her arms.

“Don’t do it again.”

He huffed out a breath, almost strained like he was in pain as you pulled the wrap tighter around the wound. “I thought the beskar would take it.”

“Well it didn’t hit the beskar.”

He didn’t need to be told that, he was the one who felt the sharpness of the blade tear through his shirt and skin as he lunged in front of you to take the hit. There wasn’t much of him not covered in beskar, the guy had managed to hit the few inches of unprotected landscape.

But he could manage the small wrist wound. Had he not, it would have been a much larger wound across your neck, he was confident about that much.

One last tear with your teeth at the patch and he was all taped up. But as you stood to gather the rest of the supplies in the small medicine box, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you.

He held your hand tight with his and pulled you in closer as he stood to his own height directly in front of you.

Cara peered around the corner just in time to catch the brief motion, you standing to press your forehead to the equivalent of his on the helmet, shutting your eyes as your skin gently collided with the cold metal. His gloved hand wrapped behind your neck to keep you just as close, the two of you consumed by each other so silently.

It was a solemn expression that painted your face, but Cara nearly swore she saw a brief upturn at your lips.

You two held there, just with each other, for only a few curt seconds before pulling away. She knew very little about Mandalorian culture, she knew even less about you and where you came from, but even she could recognize the action as something so intimate, certainly more intimate than she had ever seen Mando be in the entire time she had been with him. Even since you came along.

It was beautiful. Which was probably why she felt so bad having witnessed something she imagined existed only between the two of you. Something special, something personal, something yours.

Or maybe not just between the two of you.

The child tugged on the armor which kept it contained to her arms, readjusting in her grip to hit its head firmly on her chest plate.

She felt like she was beginning to understand its new and strange habit.

Mando descended the ramp mere seconds later and she had no time to pretend she wasn’t just intruding. And while he went stiff when her presence caught him off guard, he quickly relaxed when he saw it was just her and the child.

“Mission go alright?” She questioned, looking back up the ramp as she set the child onto the floor. Immediately it took off towards where you were working in the weapons closet, not quickly, just a slow hobble, but adorable, whether Cara would admit to finding it so or not.

“Yeah, fine.” He added back just as short, following her stare now, watching as the child hit its head against your calves while you worked.

There was still a smile being suppressed on your lips, but less effort went into keeping it hidden this time, the two of them could very easily see it. The scar on your bottom lips stretched but you didn’t seem to mind it while you worked.

“The kid’s been doing that head thing all day.” She explained, clearing her throat to catch Mando’s attention back from you. “Couldn’t get him to stop.”

“Yeah.” If she didn’t know better, she would say it sounded like a smile cutting through the steel around his head. “Don’t know where he got that from.”

“Me either.” She chuckled quietly, earing a quizzical tilt of his head her way that she felt better ignoring. “I like this for you.”

“Like what?”

“Just.” She blew out a breath, watching as you picked the child up and retreated further into the ship to where she could no longer see, the last image she caught being you with a smile as the kid tried to headbutt you directly. “This.”

He saw it too. He was staring. He was always staring. 

“Yeah.” He nodded, “I like it too.”

Cara knew why he came back for the kid.

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Flirt

Summary: Cara is going to get you killed one of these days.

Pairing: Cara Dune x Reader

Warnings: sexual references, swearing, guns/blasters, canon-typical violence.

Words: 1.1 K

A/N: So uh. I haven’t written or posted anything online in like…. Eight or nine years but the Cara tag is woefully lacking content so…. Here you go I guess? This was supposed to be angst. Cara had other plans. 

 Cara Dune was going to be the death of you.

The thought had crossed your mind at least once a day. Mostly because if the woman wasn’t actively getting herself into some kind of trouble on her own, she somehow ended up getting you into trouble with her.

It would have been kind of endearing if the trouble she brought on didn’t usually mean you were getting shot at.

“I hate you.” Your voice carried over the sound of blaster fire and scorched earth as the pair of you tried to avoid the incoming shots from the group of assholes on your trail. You didn’t even know what she had done to piss them off, you’d just wanted a drink. 

There were three men, human from what you could see of their faces, but that didn’t really account for much. Three normally wouldn’t have been a problem if your blaster hadn’t been shot out of your hand about a mile back in the trees and they weren’t carrying a rapidly firing blaster cannon that was ripping up earth and trees alike. The surrounding area was already in shambles even Cara couldn’t handle that head on.

You didn’t need to look to tell Cara was smiling, that curling grin that let you know she was probably enjoying herself more than she should be. She was having a good time at least. She always did like a good fight to get her adrenaline pumping.

“That isn’t what you said last night when my mouth was between your legs.” Was her smart response and it had you flushing hot, remembering exactly what those smirking lips were capable of. Now was not the time to get all hot and bothered, you reminded yourself as bark exploded close to your face and you were forced to duck to protect yourself.

“One day! I just want to go one day without getting shot at.” You shouted to be heard the explosion that rocked the tree that was serving as your barrier. More splinters flew everywhere and you were tossed to the ground on top of the ex storm trooper who had tried to catch your fall. You should be used to being shot at, Cara’s ‘early retirement’ and snarky attitude didn’t make for a good friend making combination.

After a few seconds of shock you tried to lift yourself off her, ready to make another run for it, but Cara had a vice like grip on your waist as she sat up. She held you firmly to her chest as she raised her arm to return fire with the only blaster she’d thought to carry out with her today.

You were almost certain that this, this whole situation, had to be Cara’s favorite way to flirt with you. Otherwise she wouldn’t need to hold you so close that you could feel her breath on your neck. And she certainly didn’t need to keep your hips pressed so flush against her’s that you could feel every shift of her legs. It was almost maddening.

The middle of a fire fight is not where you want to get distracted by her body, you had to remind yourself for probably not the last time today. Or that stupid smile that had cracked her face and showed off those dimples you couldn’t resist. You could feel that smile get wider against your neck when there was a cry of pain from the distance and the cannon fire stopped, leaving the air around you eerily quiet.

“Come on, up you get. We need to move.” Her sudden command was punctuated by the hand that slid down to your ass to drag you up to your feet.

You wanted to protest but her mouth was quickly sealed over yours with just enough heat to distract you from complaining, and then she had your hand and was pulling you along again, ducking under haphazard shots. Your ship wasn’t that far away now and you only hoped you could make it before one or both of you ended up dead.

Would It be too much to ask to find a quiet planet to kick back on with a drink, where you wouldn’t have to worry about the locals trying to gut you for something your mouthy girlfriend said?

Either you and Cara had gotten faster than your pursuers, or they had given up the chase, because after a few long moments the blaster fire slowed, then ceased. It was enough that Cara slowed down to give you a moment to catch your breath. You weren’t built for running. Cara was the soldier and you were very much not. You’d take tinkering away on your ship to running any day.

“You good babe?” Her warm hand rested on the small of your back as you hunched over to breathe and relieve your burning lungs. It was comforting. If anything, at least Cara was a solid, stable presence even in this kind of situation. That did not however stop you from flipping her a rude gesture with your hand.

“I swear.” You accused, still panting when you had gotten enough air in your lungs to speak at last. “You do this on purpose.”

When you looked up at her you weren’t even remotely surprised to find her still smiling. And hardly out of breath, which felt like salt in the wound. You wanted to scowl but by all that is holy you were a sucker for those dimples.

“I don’t.” She denied, “But it does make life more interesting. Get’s the blood pumping.”

It was if she wasn’t bothered at all. Knowing her the way you did, you suspected she probably wasn’t bothered in the slightest. The woman practically lived and breathed blaster smoke and fist fights.

“You’re going to get us both killed.” You sighed for not the first time. Likely not for the last.

Her hand, which had kept its place on your back, slid down to her favorite place on your ass once again and you jumped even as the smirk on her face widened. The quiet was punctuated by your indignant squeak and her quiet laugh.

“Come on. I’ll make it up to you back on the ship.” The purr in her voice informed you exactly what she had in mind to make it up to you. Even though you were mad, because she’d gotten you shot at, again, you couldn’t find it in yourself to protest. And just like that she knew she was forgiven this time.

Yes. Cara was going to be the death of you one way or another.

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