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Insatiable || Din Djarin

Synopsis - After seeing you with Grogu, Din realises he's in love with you.

Warnings - NSFW. Breeding Kink. Inexperienced!Din. Experienced!Reader. Fingering (F! Receiving). Unprotected P In V Sex.

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You had only known Din for a short period of time, no longer than five weeks, but the chemistry between the two of you was unrivalled. The actions between you were just so natural, it was as if you had known each other forever. You had met during his time apart from Grogu, and had heard stories of his previous travel companion as you lay in bed, bodies intertwined as Din played with locks of your hair between his gloved fingers. You would always admit that you wished you could have met him and Din would always exclaim that Grogu would have loved you before bending down to press his helmet against your exposed forehead: a Mandalorian kiss. You'd fall asleep like this only to wake up a few hours later alone, wishing Din was still by your side.

When Grogu returned to Din you knew he was happy, elated even. "Grogu, this is Y/N," Din introduced you, as all three of you boarded the Razor Crest. It was safe to say that Grogu took an instant liking to you, making a simple 'patu' noise and jumping up onto your chest.

"Hey there Grogu," you cooed stroking his little head under your fingers gently. You heard Grogu 'patu' once more and a modulated chuckle come from Din.

"I think he likes you," he said. You couldn't see his face, but you knew he was smiling underneath his helmet. You nodded in agreement as you gazed into Grogu's black eyes, a smile gracing your lips.

That was a few weeks ago. Now you sat on the floor of the Razor Crest playing with Grogu. You were hoping to have him show you and Din some of The Force abilities he had learned during his time with the Jedi, but he was rather shy about it. With that being said, you opted to just rolling around the small, shiny metal ball Grogu seemed to love so much. Din watched from the corner of the Crest. He was lounging against the wall as he watched the two of you, his heart swelling bigger as he saw the smile on your face grow with each passing of the ball. You occasionally cooed at Grogu, hoping he knew you were praising him for doing such a good job, and Grogu did his usual 'patu' back to you.

As he watched you, Din's mind began to wonder. Seeing you act so loving and caring towards Grogu made him think of how perfect a mother you'd be. He had no doubt in his mind that you'd be so maternal towards another baby. His mind then began to wonder further, where would another baby even come from? Unless you and he... No, that was a stupid idea. Sure, you engaged in the occasional flirty banter with each other and slept in the same bed, cuddling like an old married couple, but you had too... right? You had too. Din nodded to himself slowly and found his gaze lowering to your stomach. He couldn't help but think how perfect you'd look all pretty and big with his child.

Din cursed himself mentally and turned away from the two of you, squeezing his eyes shut to try and get the image of you pregnant out of his head. Alas, it was no use. He had barely heard you call to him. "Din? Are you okay?" Your smooth voice came from behind him.

Din panicked, turning around quickly to see you stood in front of him with Grogu on your hip. You bounced the youngling up and down as if soothing him whilst he toyed with the metal ball you had been playing with. Din coughed to himself before answering. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I don't need to see your face to know when something's wrong, love."

It wasn't unusual for you to use pet names for him like love and sweetheart. They were terms of endearment you had used your whole life, and so Din opted not to look too much into them for the sake of his own sanity. Shaking his head visibly this time, he changed the subject. "We're changing course."

"Oh?" You questioned, looking down at Grogu before looking up into his helmet. "Where are we going?"

"Mos Eisley," Din replied. Before you could even ask why you were headed to Tatooine, he continued talking, answering your question before it even left your lips. "The ship is in need of some repairs, and I have a friend that will be happy to see Grogu."

You nodded and looked down at Grogu once more who yawned. "I'm going to put him to bed," you said softly, motioning down to the green life form who's eyes were slowly fluttering closed. You turned slowly on your heels before walking to the cockpit to put Grogu in his carrier. Din slammed the wall of the Crest frustratedly and muttered under his breath once he knew you were out of earshot. He knew he shouldn't be thinking about you like that, shouldn't be thinking about breeding you, but how could he not when you were so so good to him. After a few moments of sitting with his thoughts, Din decided to follow you up to the cockpit and man the controls until you reached Mos Eisley.

The trip itself didn't take long, but to be honest you were asleep for most of it. You had settled Grogu down and taken a seat next to Din's piloting chair and before you knew it, had drifted off. "We're here," Din said placing a hand on your shoulder, snapping you out of your light sleep.

"Already?" You asked as your eyes fluttered open. You rubbed your eyes with your fists to gauge the remaining sleep out of them before standing up. Grogu was stood next to your chair, looking up at you as if waiting for you to stand up. "Hey little guy," you smiled standing up when you were ready. Din watched from the corner of his eye as Grogu lifted his hands up to you, signalling that he wanted to be picked up. You giggled and obliged, picking the youngling up and placing him on his new favourite position: your hip, before walking out of the Razor Crest with Din.

When you exited the Razor Crest, you were met by a handful of droids all walking around the ship. "Mando!" A woman's voice came. Her voice oozed surprise and excitement. "Here for some repairs?" She asked, coming into your vision. She didn't spot you at first since you were walking behind Din, but when she did her eyes immediately dropped to Grogu on your hip. "Oh my stars! He's back!" She said excitedly, running over to you. You hadn't met this woman before, but if Din trusted her then so did you.

"Do you want to hold him?" You asked politely.

"Boy do I ever!" She grinned, holding her arms out for Grogu to go to her. He did so quickly, but looked at you first for reassurance. "My name is Peli Motto. It's lovely to meet you."

"It's lovely to meet you too. My name is Y/N," you said with a smile, watching as Grogu cooed at the woman.

"I was hoping you could do me favour," Din said suddenly, stepping in between the two of you and interrupting your pleasantries. Peli opened her mouth to ask what the favour was, but Din beat her to it. "Could you watch the kid for me? Just for a day." You looked at Din with a confused facial expression. You were about to ask why you couldn't watch him, feeling slightly rejected, but Din held your hand and squeezed it lightly. "I want to show Y/N something."

Your eyes widened and a blush spread across your cheeks as his gloved fingers laced with your own. Peli didn't miss this detail and smirked knowingly. "For this little guy, I'd do anything," she said before blowing raspberries on his stomach.

"Great, thank you Peli," Din said softly before dragging you away.

"Din, I really should say goodbye. What if he thinks we're not coming back?" You said worriedly as he dragged you along and out of the view of Peli and Grogu.

"Don't worry. He know's we're coming back," Din replied. As he guided you outside the spaceport, there was a speeder conveniently placed. "This will do," Din said to himself. "Sit on the back and hold on to me tightly. I don't want you falling off and hurting yourself."

You nodded and sat on the back of the speeder, waiting for Din to climb on so you could wrap you arms around his beskar covered torso. As soon as he climbed onto the speeder, you were zooming off across the sands of Tatooine with no idea where you were going. You couldn't help but think about Grogu. This was the first time you had ever been apart since you had met and you found yourself worrying. You knew he was in safe hands with Peli: if Din trusted her with the kid, then so did you.

As the speeder bike slowed down outside a tavern, you eyed the place suspiciously before looking to Din. "This is what you wanted to show me?" You asked, unimpressed. You couldn't hide your annoyance as he stepped off the speeder and pulled you close to him, helping you off.

"Yeah," he said gruffly, taking you by the hand once again and leading you in. He walked up to the bar and flashed a few credits at the bartender. "One room please."

"Double or single bed?" The bartended asked, eyeing Din up.

"It doesn't matter," Din replied. He wasn't planning on going to sleep tonight.

"Room 204," the bartender said, handing Din over the key. He nodded thankfully and dragged you to the stairs, leading you up them carefully.

When you arrived at room 204 Din opened the door and dragged you inside, slamming the door behind you. You jumped in shock as you looked around the room. It wasn't much to look at. It was fairly run down and the furniture was obviously old and tattered. There was a rather small double bed located in the middle of the room, pressed up against the wall, and on either side were worn nightstands. You turned around to chastise Din for bringing you here, but came fave-to-face with his beskar breastplate. You looked up to meet his gaze, knowing he was looking down on you and you couldn't help but feel your face heat up. As intimidating as he was, you always felt safe around him.

"You wanted us to have a night away from Grogu?" You asked, tilting your head in confusion. "Why?"

"Not a night," Din shook his head. "Just a few hours, unless you want to stay here all night."

"I want to go back to Grogu," you replied honestly. You were getting antsy not knowing how he was doing.

Din noticed your uneasiness and placed his gloved hands on your shoulders, massaging them softly. "Relax Y/N, he'll be fine." With those words, he placed his helmet against your forehead and gazed longingly into your eyes, trailing down to your lips. Oh how he yearned to kiss you, even if it was just once.

"What are we doing here Din?" You asked quietly, looking into his visor. "What did you want to show me?"

"What are we doing Y/N?" Din asked suddenly after a few seconds of silence. He disregarded your questions with his own as he slowly massaged your shoulders.

You blinked up at him in confusion. "What do you mean?" You asked.

A modulated sigh came from his helmet. "How long are we going to pretend there isn't something between us?" He said suddenly, forcing your face to heat up in embarrassment. He began walking forwards, causing you to back up until the back of your legs came into contact with the edge of the bed. You dropped down onto the bed and propped yourself up on your elbows as Din stared down at you. He was breathing heavily and you could see from the way his chest was rising and falling. You couldn't deny what he was saying though and you certainly couldn't deny your feelings any longer. Especially not when he loomed over you like this. "Do you know how crazy it drives me to see you with the kid?" Din asked, tilting his head to the side. He waited patiently for your answer, but your answer never came. "You're just so perfect Y/N. Can't you see that I'm in love with you?"

"I-I couldn't be sure of it," you whispered softly. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest as Din pushed you down onto the bed so you were lay flat on your back. He crawled on top of you, straddling you. "I didn't want to say anything in case you didn't feel the same."

"You think I wouldn't feel the same about you?" He asked, sounding almost surprised. "Every little thing you do drives me crazy. The kid was the line in the sand."

"What do you mean?" You asked, breathing heavily.

"Seeing how you act with the kid," Din started. "It-It does something to me."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, biting your bottom lip slightly. "What does it do to you. Tell me."

Din thought for a moment before speaking. "It makes me want you," he whispered huskily. "Badly."

"Oh really?" You questioned, your voice low and sultry. "Is that why we're here, Din? Because you want me?"

He couldn't help but gulp as your hands made their way up to his beskar breastplate, smoothing over the cold substance. "I do want you," He whispered, his hands shaky and hovering just above your breasts.

"It's okay Din," you cooed softly. "You can touch me." Your voice was confident and strong, almost demanding that the Mandalorian lower his hands onto your breasts. He gave you a small nod before slowly lowering his hands onto your chest, earning a slight squeak from you. His hands were so large, they cupped your breasts with ease. He began kneading them softly, watching as your mouth opened wide relishing in the feeling.

"Is this okay?" Din asked softly, glad you couldn't see his face at the current moment in time. His face was red, his mouth opened into an 'o' shape and his eyes were glued to his hands on your chest.

"This is fine," you smiled at him gently, but your eyebrow raised as the Mandalorian continued his movements. You grabbed one of his wrists with your hand and moved it away from your chest, before pulling your shirt down to expose your bra. Din felt his mouth dry up as he admired the way your flesh filled the padded item of clothing. "Go on Din, touch me."

"Are you sure?" He asked wearily, after all, he didn't want to force you into doing anything you didn't want to do. Truth be told, he was surprised the two of you were in this situation - even though he dragged you here with the full intention on admitting his feelings for you. You simply nodded to him and puffed up your chest, Din's hands caressing your breasts once more. You let out a soft sigh as he kneaded your mounds slowly. "Feel good?" He asked.

You nodded once more and smiled up into his helmet. "You can squeeze them you know," you pointed out. Din acknowledged your critique and began to squeeze at your flesh in-between kneading. You let out a slight moan in response to his squeezes. This was nice, yeah, but you wanted more. You heard Din's modulated shaky breath as he continued his motions, his eyes glued to the way your tits filled the palms of his hand. Without warning, he pulled your bra up above your chest and began to play with your stiffening buds, twirling them and tugging them between his fingers. You arched your back and let out a gasp of his name. "Din."

"Do you like that?" He asked, voice shaky with arousal.

"Yes," you whispered biting your bottom lip and looked down to watch as he played with your nipples. "Feels good."

"Good baby, good," Din whispered to you. He rested his helmet against your forehead as he continued to pull, pinch and squeeze. You could feel your core getting wetter by the second as you gazed into his helmet. You bucked your hips up against Din's, desperate to gain some friction between your legs. He seemed to get the hint and trailed one of his hands down to between your legs, palming at your trouser-covered crotch.

You smirked and decided to tease the Mandalorian, pushing him away from you lightly. "Are we just going to do over the clothes stuff or are you going to put your hands down my pants and touch my pussy?" The words just slipped, you never meant them to be so crude.

Din wasn't expecting you to say something like that either and coughed nervously. "Is that what you want?" He asked, hoping you would say yes.

"If you don't, I will," you replied, rolling your eyes playfully. Din took a gloved hand and manoeuvred his way through the tight constraints of your pants, not daring to dip inside your underwear yet. He could feel the heat radiating off your cunt through the thin fabric and his mouth couldn't help but water. His gloved fingers circled your cloth-covered clit and you arched your back in response, a groan emitting from your throat. "Oh Maker."

"Do you like that?" Din asked soothingly. His modulated voice always put you at ease no matter what situation you were in. You nodded quickly, bucking your hips up again. "You're eager, aren't you? Don't worry princess, we have all night."

You moaned at his words and rolled your eyes back into your head. He sounded so delicious. "Can Mandalorians have...sex?" You asked suddenly.

Din let out a chuckle as he continued to circle your clit slowly. "Of course, as long as my helmet stays on."

"Oh," you replied. You weren't sure what you were expecting him to say. "Have you ever...?"

Din shook his head in response, burying his helmet covered face into the crook of your neck as he dipped a finger around the crotch area of your panties. He slicked a finger up your folds and groaned at how wet you were. "Maker Y/N. You're dripping."

"It's what you do to me," you laughed. Din took your laugh as a comfort and plunged his gloved finger inside of your cunt quickly, a moan escaping your lips. "Oh Maker," you whined. While one of Din's hands still worked at kneading your breast and playing with your nipple, the other began fingering you slowly, curling his fingers deliciously at your sweet spot. It wasn't long before Din was inserting a second finger into you, his pace speeding up. "Oh Maker Din, if you keep going I'm gonna cum," you warned him.

"Good," he grunted, fingers pounding into your cunt relentlessly. You let out a cry as you came, vision spotting white as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs began to shake violently underneath Din. He let out a little chuckle as you grasped onto his shoulders, almost as if you were grounding yourself. When your body stopped convulsing, Din removed his fingers from your cunt with a pop and trailed his hand up to your mouth. "Open," he whispered softly. You obliged, opening your mouth. Din placed his two fingers into your mouth. You sucked slowly, staring into his helmet seductively. Din groaned as your tongue lapped up the juices off of his fingers, his eyes rolling to the back of his head with pleasure. "I need you Y/N," he said slowly as he removed his fingers from your mouth.

"I need you too Din," you whimpered.

He nodded at you before climbing off of you, quickly removing the bottom part of his armour. His codpiece fell to the floor with a thud, and you squeezed your legs together tightly in anticipation. You watched with wide eyes as his cock came into sight. Boy was he big. Bigger than you had ever imagined and definitely bigger than you had ever had. His plush-pink tip breaded pre-cum and he stood to attention, watching as you marvelled at him. "Is it okay?" He asked somewhat nervously.

"Perfect," you managed to whisper. You shifted yourself so you were on your knees in front of him and were about to slowly lower your mouth onto his cock, but Din moved back slightly shaking his head. "Is everything okay?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"Yes, I just want to be inside you," was all he said, pushing you back onto the bed. You fell backwards with a slight thud and giggled as Din crawled back on top of you, his cock hitting the side of your thigh as he did.

"I want you Din," you whimpered as he slicked his tip up your folds, collecting the wetness to lubricate his cock. He continually nodded at you as he slowly pushed his way into your tight cunt, a string of curse words leaving his lips. He had settled half-way, almost too nervous to continue on. But your soft whimpers of pleasure had swayed him, forcing him to push into you completely. Now fully sheathed inside of you, Din remained still, unsure of what to do next. Should he give you a moment to adjust? Should he move his hips? As if you read his thoughts, you spoke softly. "You can move Din." Your voice was a whisper, a husky whisper as your legs wrapped around his covered torso. Obliging your request, Din began to move his hips slowly as if testing the waters. Almost instantly you began to moan, signalling that whatever he was doing, he was doing it right.

Din continued his languid movements, relishing in the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock. This was better than anything he'd ever felt in his entire life, and he was letting you know it. Din wasn't being quiet, he was moaning as he rested his head into the crook of your neck balancing himself on top of you as he thrusted into you. Your hands wrapped around his neck keeping yourself steady as you bounced forward from the force of his thrusts. "Oh Maker," Din moaned loudly, throwing his head back before looking down on you. He enjoyed watching you through his helmet, without feeling insecure. It had been a long time since someone had seen his face - what if you didn't find him attractive? Alas, he didn't have to think about that right now, if ever.

"Faster Din, please," you begged as you bit your bottom lip. He listened to your plea and began to quicken his pace, rutting into you faster than before. "Yes, oh Maker yes!" You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. The pleasure was all consuming as Din's pace sped up.

"Feel good baby?" He asked confidently. Although your moans were telling him how good he was doing, he wanted to hear you say it.

"Yes," you moaned, throwing your head back. Nails digging into the beskar across his back as Din continued to pound into your spongy walls. "Going to cum if you keep going Din, going to cum!"

"Oh yeah pretty girl?" Din cooed. You just nodded rapidly in response, earning a chuckle from the Mandalorian above. One of your hands dropped from his neck and lazily began to circle around your clit. You were desperate to cum again, to cum on his cock. "Cum for me baby. I know you can do it," and just like that, you were cumming undone. Your legs once again shaking as they loosened around Din's waist. "Oh Maker yes. I can feel you cumming."

"Din!" You cried out loudly, louder than you meant too. Your fingers stopped circling your clit as the feeling became too intense, biting your lip to stop the scream threatening to escape your throat.

"Fuck baby I'm going to fill you so good," Din whimpered into his helmet, his modulated voice sounding like music to your ears. "I'm going to fill you up with my babies Y/N. Please, please mother my children." He couldn't help but beg. You nodded desperately as your cunt clenched around his cock, and that was what sent him over the edge. With a few more staggered thrusts, he came inside you moaning your name over and over again. "Fuck," he grunted, thrusting a few more times before stilling himself.

He stayed inside of you for a few moments as the two of you caught your breath. Panting desperately for air, you began laughing. Din looked at you, tilting his head as if to say 'what's so funny'. You smirked at the Mandalorian and kissed the cheek of his helmet. "This was your plan? Take me to a shitty run down tavern and fuck your babies into me?" You snickered.

"Worked didn't it?" Din smiled to himself, pulling his softening cock out of you.

"I suppose so," you smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched him dress his lower half.

"Do you want to stay here tonight?" Din asked, watching you intensely.

You bit your lip and nodded. "I think I'd love that," you whispered. "But I'm not getting dressed."

"I don't object," he laughed, sitting down on the bed next to you. "I wish I could kiss you."

You frowned slightly before smiling at him. "I wish you could too, but I understand. Don't worry sweetheart."

Your words soothed him and he wasted no time in relaxing into you, holding you close to his body. You ignored the coldness of the beskar against your skin and closed your eyes, falling off into a deep slumber.

I don't know how I feel about this, but people really liked my last Din Djarin fic, so I thought I'd write another one.

In my feels for brooding Din, I think he'd make a great father.

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mushrubes · 1 year

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Keldabe kiss

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Prompt 71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.”

Pairing : Din Djarin x (they/them) Jedi! reader (No use of Y/n!)

Type : Tiny angst and fluff :)

Warnings : Lots of fluff + Vulnerable Mando at the end

Word count : 2.1k

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“He’s still not done, Mando.” you breathed out, looking at Grogu who was still sending a signal. “Okay, I’m gonna protect you. Just stay there, I’ll be back soon.” Mando informed Grogu, hoping he could hear him. He walked down the path, you following right behind him. “You should stay with him, up here.” he said, turning as he had changed his mind.

“But I can help fight, I’m a-” you started but stopped, huffing at the male in front of you. “Please.” he requested, a soft tone in his voice as you nodded. He moved forward, pressing his forehead to yours briefly. You didn’t question it as it was something he did often before going off away from you, probably bringing him comfort. “Okay, be safe.” you sighed, squeezing his hand as he nodded, thankful the helmet was covering his flustered face.

You went your separate ways, Mando heading down to go help with the fight while you headed back up, sitting against the pillar. You did feel a slight resentment, knowing if he had just let you track another jedi down, you wouldn’t be in the predicament but with Din being his stubborn self, he demanded it was done the ‘proper’ way. “Hurry up kid.” you huffed, nervously watching the green guy in front of you.

You watched as the three ships with the storm troopers take off, soon exploded and then followed by a red beam shooting out the sky, hitting the razor crest. Your mouth opened, letting a gasp out as you picked Grogu up. Din’s home was now gone - well, it was yours as well now and all that was left was the spear. Panic filled you as looked around unable to see him. “Mando!” You shouted, waiting before a figure walked out of the smoke, looking back at you.

Another thing caught his attention due to his helmet picking up a small purple ship which disappeared. Instead, it was replaced by four figures flying down to the area - directly to you and Grogu. “Y/n!” he mumbled before running up, making his way as fast as he could.

He must of been a few steps away by the time they landed, surrounding you as you held onto Grogu who let out whimpers of fear. One of them walked up to you, trying to pull him out of your hands. “Stop it! Back off!” you groaned, trying to fight back but they were robots - automatically somewhat stronger than you.

By the time he got up, it had been too late. They had already taken a hold of Grogu and you and were flying back up to the ship. Din already knew the sounds of your shouts and the look on both your face and Grogu would haunt him until he got you back. He zoned out while they ordered Boba to go after them, Mando snapping back to reality.

“Stop him. I don’t want Y/n and the child hurt.” he ordered, the rest of them understanding as Boba now just followed, roughly tracking them. However, Din couldn’t quite ignore the guilt that was consuming him and swore he’d do everything in his power, to get his guild back.

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You sat in the cell, glaring at the troopers who passed by as you heard Grogu’s noises. You were still somewhat able to communicate but had to be careful, knowing that Gideon could understand. Tired. You frowned as you gathered, they were wearing him out, aware he hadn’t had the proper training. Mando will be here soon. You tried to comfort, really unsure of it yourself.

You heard voices down the hall before the lights shut off and then the doors shut. You sighed to yourself before laying down on the mattress, trying to calm down. It had been a few days since the incident, almost a week and there was still no sign of the Mandalorian, but he would come, right? There’s no way he would leave you two.

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The alarms went off, groups of footsteps marching down the halls to the main door as you watched out in confusion. The usual trooper who stood outside was not there, not giving you anyone to question about what was going on. A few minutes later, Gideon walked straight past and hurried into the next cell where Grogu was contained, your thoughts laced with concern.

You heard voices, one being his and unable to hear the other, it being slightly muffled. You brushed up the hope, settled with the thought it could be a trooper. Here. Grogu was communicating with you again, leaving you in confusion as to what he was referring to. Who? You asked, panicking when you heard a light saber turn on, followed by clanging and something dropping to the floor. “

“Stay here.” the voice ordered, walking away, the sound of chains being opened echoing as you looked up in surprise. Grogu had been unchained, his fearful noises being replaced with usual blabbering you heard. “Where are they?” he instructed, looking at Gideon for answer as he just looked blankly back at him, his anger rising. “I said where are they?” he growled, gripping his gun as Moff surrendered, pointing towards the other door.

You wiped the tears that had formed unknowingly, gasping in surprise as the figure walked in. “You came.” you mumbled as Din scrambled over to you, placing Grogu down and holding your face in his hands, pressing your foreheads together.

“Maker, you’re okay. I was scared I’d lost you.” he admitted, helping you out of the chains. “Not that easily, Mando.” you joked, wrapping your arms around him for a hug. It caught him off guard but he returned it, rubbing your back gently before pulling away, letting you pick up Grogu. “Come on, we’ve still got some stuff left to do.” he said; even though you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the smile and that was all you needed.

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“Luke.” you smiled, meeting the fellow jedi’s gaze. He looked around before his eyes settled in Grogu, smiling back at you and him. “Are you a j-” Mando went to say before you covered his mouth with your hand, chuckling. “Yes, he is.” you answered for him as Luke held his hand out towards Grogu who was frowning. No. You shook your head at the child before approaching him, Din behind you. “Come little one.” he spoke softly, Grogu looking back at you as you nodded in encouragement.

He looked between you and Din, blabbering as you gave Luke a knowing look who agreed to give you some time before leaving. “He doesn’t want to go with him.” Din started to argue, you placed a hand on his shoulder, reminding him it was okay. “He’s asking for our permission.” you corrected, feeling him tense slightly. “He is strong with the force, but talent without training is nothing.” Luke explained, Mando sighing as he knew he was right.

“I will give my life to protect the child...but he will not be safe until he masters his abilities.” Luke finished, you nodded your hair at him before taking Dins hand and standing in front of the child. He lifted him up, the others turning away and making conversations amongst themselves.

“I’ll talk to you after, have your moment with him.” you assured, a moment of hesitation in his movement as he silently debated to himself, aware some people would know what he was doing. He gave into the thought, pressing his forehead to yours yet again as you squeezed his hand and scratched Grogu’s head before walking away, over to Luke.

He looked up at you, smiling. “A Mandalorian, huh?” he smirked, getting a groan from you as you knew what he was on about. “We’re just work partners and good friends, don’t.” You warned as he raised his eyebrows, chuckling at you.

“So, he hasn’t told you about the Keldabe kiss?” he mentioned as you looked at him in confusion. “The what?” you questioned, confused as to what he was on about. “It’s a like a kiss for Mandalorians, they can’t take their helmets off so.” he shrugged, grinning as he watched you get all flustered. You heard the familiar clasps unlock and a hiss, looking around and making sure everyone had their backs turned to the Mando.

“You should tell him.” he commented, frowning as he heard the heavy sigh you released. “The Jedi teachings...” you started as he cut you off, scoffing and shaking his head at you. “The orders fallen, it would be silly to lose it.” he explained, giving you advice.

The clicks and hiss got both of your attentions, as well as the child’s whines. You watched him hug Mando’s leg before waddling his way over to you, hugging yours. You grinned as you bent down and picked him up, giving him a little rock. “We’ll come see you soon, once Luke says it’s okay, alright?” you promised, knowing he understood. Okay.

As you placed him down, you heard familiar beeping, something you hadn’t heard for a while, being greeted by the robot. “R2-D2!” you nodded, the robot turning in your direction and making what you knew were happy noises, smiling as you watched Grogu interact with it. Luke picked Grogu up, before nodding at the pair of you.

“May the force be with you.” he bid goodbye, heading into the lift with the two following as you watched them leave, making your way over to Din who interlocked your hands, his grip tighter than normal.

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You silently thanked whoever had brought your ship, frowning as you remembered what happened to the Crest. It wasn’t the same homely feeling but it was better than the other options of transport you’d have to take instead. You had insisted on Din using the fresher first, your heart slightly dropping as you heard a hint of fear in his voice, almost as if he thought you were going to disappear as well.

The pair of you got ready to sleep, his armour sat in a crate just below the mattress you were sharing, too tired to even care about it and try to come up with another idea. “I’ll turn the lights off and then you can take the helmet off, okay?” you assured, Din humming in agreement, aware that it didn’t matter anymore.

“I broke the creed showing my face to the kid, it doesn’t matter anymore.” he responded bluntly as you shook your head at him, hugging his side. “You’ve been through enough today, Din.” you argued, turning the light off as he took the helmet off, placing it above the crate. “Do you not want to see my face or something?” he slightly teased, his voice cracking slightly.

“No! No, not at all, that’s not it. I just...I’d rather you showed me when you feel comfortable.” you defended, rolling your eyes as you heard the laugh he’d do when he got a rise out of you. A silence set over the room as you both got comfy, Din pressing his head to the crook of your neck making you let out a soft gasp as you felt his curls.

Confusion filled you as you felt a drop on you, confused as to what it was. Then another, and another. Then it struck you when Din’s body racked slightly. “Oh, Din.” you mumbled, moving to his level and resting your forehead on his, butterflies swarming as you were now touching skin to skin.

“I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.” he opened up, giving him time to talk as it was a rare thing to happen. “It’s not pathetic, everyone needs to let their emotions out.” you comforted, your hands running through his soft curls. “I was really scared...I thought I’d lost you when they took you and... I wouldn’t be able to live with that, cyar’ika.” he admitted, knowing he was feeling like he let you down.

“As a Mandalorian, we have to look after our aliit - our family. And... you and the kid, you’re my family.” he explained, humming to let him know you were listening. You made a mental note to ask him to teach you more at some point, wanting to know more about it.

“Is... Cyar’ika like...” you tried to ask, stumbling on your words a bit, unsure of how to ask - but he understood. “It’s Mando’a - the language. It means like...darling or sweetheart.” he admitted, his cheeks heating up as did yours. “And the Keldabe kiss?” you brought up, catching him off guard. He looked at you before realising you wouldn’t be able to see the look.

“Who told you about that?” he wondered, trying to think of who had seen them do it and would know. “Luke knew.” you answered, caressing his cheek with your thumb. “If you wanted to kiss me, you could’ve just asked.” you taunted, pretending you weren’t flustered but it didn’t go past him.

“Well, there’s nothing stopping me now.”

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omgreally · 2 years

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Reckless Din Djarin/F!Reader E, 1.1k Warnings: angry!Din, arguments, and smut. unprotected sex (unrecommended) and an unhealthy dose of feels! Summary: Din Djarin needs you. He tells you so. This is the result.

“You were reckless.”

Din Djarin whirls on you, forefinger outstretched, his expression unreadable beneath that damned helmet. All you get is the digital rasp of his voice, lowered in what you read as tightly-controlled rage.

There isn’t enough space between you in this storage closet, but it was the first place to offer enough privacy for him to corner you. You knew it was coming, but it doesn’t stop it from being kriffing annoying sometimes.

“And you weren’t?” The ebb-and-flow of an argument is familiar enough to the two of you now; it’s a dance you’ve performed many times. You know the tense set to Din’s shoulders as fear, not anger.

He is always so afraid to lose you that sometimes, you think he focuses more on that possibility than the reality of you - right here in front of him.

“You’re always reckless, Din, you literally take blaster shots to the chest on a regular basis,” you remind him, jabbing a finger into the center of his breastplate to illustrate. You’re close enough that you’d be able to feel his breath on your face if it wasn’t for the helmet. “I should be yelling at you.”

“I’m not yelling.” His words are no less sharp for it. You roll your eyes and move to shoulder past him but he traps you with a hand at your waist. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?” you drawl, bored; “Don’t ignore your stupid insecurities, yet again, and go on like we always do, yet again, until this same argument repeats itself a few days, weeks from now - yet again?”

His grip doesn’t slacken on you. “Don’t go. I need you.”

The admission has your jaw hanging. It’s been something, this thing between you, but neither of you have had time to really put a name to it. In your opinion, it doesn’t need one, but Mandalorians have some kind of fucked-up sense of honor that’s been getting in your way lately.

You never expected this out of him, though.

He takes your stunned silence as an opportunity to muscle you backwards until your shoulders hit a shelf, sending bottles wobbling with the impact. “Don’t go,” he says again, and it’s more of a plea than a demand. You’re not sure but it feels like he’s holding his breath until he hears you say, “Yes.”

Din wastes no time. He works the front of your tunic open swiftly, pulling leather aside to expose flesh. His trigger-worn gloves are rough on your skin and you press your lips together and exhale, swallowing a sound.

“Need you,” the Mandalorian repeats, and this time the words have an entirely different meaning. He’s hard against your thigh and it’s not Beskar.

“Did you lock the door?” You unholster your blaster hurriedly, setting it aside on the shelf. You can imagine the outline of Din’s feral grin as he grabs you by the hip and spins you to face the wall.

“Of course.” He loosens your belt and your holster falls the same time as his does. He works his dick out of his pants with one hand and yanksyours down with the other and then he’s pressing in, his length heavy and hot against your inner thigh.

“Good,” you murmur as he holds poised behind you, “‘Cause I need you, too.”

You feel and hear the tension leave him - a little sigh digitized by the vocoder - and his fingers settle on your hip as he guides the glistening head of his cock to nestle against your opening.

You’re already embarrassingly wet - have been ever since he first pushed you into this damn closet, hoping it would end this way - and it doesn’t take much, a twitch perhaps, before the tip of his dick squeezes just inside. You press a groan into your forearm and shut your eyes as the grasp of your pussy welcomes the intrusion.

You grab onto the shelf next to you and it rattles at the sudden impact when Din shoves his hips flush to your ass, driving his cock all the way inside you at once. The breath leaves your lungs in a gasp, the weight and stretch of him fitting a place that makes your knees go weak.

Din holds you up with his grip on your hips. You’re going to have bruises and you’ll be walking funny for half a day, but right now, you don’t kriffing care. You arch your back, push back against him, and groan his name.

It sets something off in Din; something feral. He growls an unfamiliar swearword through the vocabulator and hauls his cock through you with a suddenness that smacks the backs of your thighs with his legguards. Then he does it again, and again.

It’s so good it hurts, makes your mouth water and your eyelids flutter closed.

The slide, the squeeze, the impact see-saws your nerves until they’re on fire, you’re pulsing inside and ready to erupt like an explosive charge. Din’s hand creeps under your waistband and the rough pad of his gloved middle finger against the swollen bud of your clit is like the press of a trigger. You yelp and squirm and come just like that, pinned in place by his hips and his cock.

“Need - to - please, mesh’la - where -” His voice is stuttered through static, his rhythm irregular. He’s so close you can feel it through the aftershocks. You moan inarticulately for a moment, a punched-out little oh before you manage to answer.

“Inside - “

You barely get out the second syllable before he’s locking into place, hauling his pelvis up against you so hard your feet leave the floor and he reaches something so deep it makes you want to implode and erupt all at once. He throbs inside you, and you feel it in the rippling clench of your still-trembling pussy as he fills you with his come in fits and starts in time with his breath.

Eventually it’s over, and the Mandalorian lets your feet touch the floor again. He’s still breathing hard through his helmet’s filters, and your heart is beating like you’re running a marathon.

Amazing how he can do this to you, consistently, flawlessly every time, anywhere. You’d still be furious at him if you had the energy.

Then Din folds his arms around your waist and pulls you back against him. He stays lodged in you and leaking, and you tremble in his arms and sigh.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you tell him. The smooth surface of his helmet is soothing against the heat of your cheek.

“I know,” he says quietly. “Neither am I.”

You’re glad.

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sirowsky · 2 years

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A Little Menace

I recently had some trouble with the neighbors, and of course, my good friend @deadhumourist managed to turn it into an idea for a story. So, here's a lil thing based on her idea.

Rating: Mature Warnings: Includes ornithophobia (fear of birds), cursing, improper thoughts, modern!din, din djarin x female reader, Grogu is a human boy here. Word Count: 2080 Author’s Masterlist

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He’s just a kid, he doesn’t know any better… That’s what you keep telling yourself as you throw some clothes on to run outside and stop your next-door neighbour’s kid from breaking your birdfeeder.

The thing is, this isn’t the first time he’s been messing with it, nor will it be the first time you talk to him about it, and he’s always apologetic once you catch him, which makes you think that this is about getting attention.

But you’re not his parent. It’s not your job to teach this kid how the world works and it’s not fair to him that he should have to endure getting repeatedly told off by a stranger, when you suspect that it's his dad’s attention he really wants.

“You know your dad will have to pay for that if you break it, and it wasn’t cheap.”

He flinches at the sound of your voice, spinning on his heels to look at you, and taking a few steps back, but he doesn’t run away. Your apartment is on the ground floor, and your balcony door is just a few feet from the feeder, so by the time he’s registered the sound of it opening, you’re already close enough to grab him, should you need to.

The thing is about the size of a large suitcase, cylindrical in shape and housing over fifty feeding-stations that varies in the types of seeds or other kinds of feeds that it can hold. Large nets for peanuts and Plexiglas containers for small grains, for example. It’s mounted on a big metal pole that’s been driven six feet into the ground to anchor the whole thing, and at the base of it, a separate type of feeder accommodates the magpies and other larger birds, to keep them away from the little guys.

“I’m trying to help the birds survive winter, why are you trying to hurt them?”

It’s a pretty solid construction, so in truth, the kid would have to work really hard to actually break it, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still damage it. Plus, it scares the birds when he throws sticks or sometimes even rocks on it. Today though, he’d tried to sneak up on some blackbirds sitting on the ground and feasting on dried mealworms, doing his best to kick them as they scrambled to get away. Thankfully, he’d missed them all, but it had seriously pissed you off.

As always, he doesn’t answer you, but he does meet your eyes and you can see that he’s close to tears. Real ones. His body-language shows you shame and regret as clear as day, and you just can’t figure out what he’s trying to accomplish with all this. You sigh and cross your arms over your waist. He’s not your kid to teach, but this has to stop, and if his dad isn’t gonna take care of it, then you’re just gonna have to.

“I told you last time that if this ever happened again, I’d be marching you home and having a serious conversation with your father, and I keep my word, kid. So, you can either come with me calmly, or I can drag you there, what’s it gonna be?”

He looks worried, but after a moment’s deliberation, he slowly comes to your side and walks with you through first your balcony and then your apartment, out your front door where you immediately ring the bell of the apartment directly to your left.

Despite living next to them for over two years now, you’ve never seen his father. You’ve heard him bustle about in the kitchen, and their bathroom is wall to wall with yours, so you hear it every time the bathtub is filled or drained. But you don’t actively listen to your neighbours, you just register the sounds that are loud enough to cut through your music or sounds of the tv. Since you’re not the nosy type, you haven’t been running to look through the peephole whenever you’ve heard the door open, but he comes and goes like any regular person so if you had, you would’ve seen him.

The door opens, and you automatically begin to explain why you’re standing there with his son, in the hopes that he won’t get angry with you.

“Hi, Mr. Djarin, I’m sorry but your son-…” you trail off when your gaze connects with a pair of deep brown and slightly sad-looking eyes that are studying you closely, in between glances at the boy.

“What did he do?” he asks, his voice soft and low, and somehow making you feel like you wanna purr.

“Uh…” you’ve almost forgotten your reason for bothering him. “He was being mean to the birds in my yard. I would’ve let it go if it was the first time, but he’s thrown things on my feeding station and nearly damaged it a few times too.”

He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose, before sinking to one knee and beckoning the kid closer.

“Grogu, I’ve told you so many times now… the birds aren’t dangerous. If you leave them alone, they’ll just eat and leave.” he tries to remind his son, and you idly wonder if you’ve ever heard a name like that before. But the kid doesn’t answer, so Mr. Djarin looks back up at you.

“He’s afraid of birds. The smaller ones are more skittish, so he can ignore them because he knows that they mostly keep their distance. But the crows and magpies and the bigger ones are bolder, and they frighten him.” he explains calmly, with a very apologetic undertone.

You’re struggling to pay attention, though, because he’s kneeling just two feet in front of you, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes and you can’t help but wonder what he’d look like buried between your legs. If you’d known that he was this fucking beautiful you would’ve been glued to that peephole every time you heard him at the door.

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that.” you try to sound diplomatic, but you’re not sure what to do about the situation.

One the one hand, it makes sense that he would be so aggressive towards the larger birds if he was hoping to scare them away for good, and that he’d be inclined to destroy the feeder to try and keep them from coming back. But on the other hand, his actions are still not acceptable and no matter what he feels, he isn’t entitled to destroy people’s property.

“I’ll pay for any damage he’s caused, of course.” he offers, and a streak of compassion stings your chest.

He’s a single father, doing his best, clearly exhausted and unsure of how to ‘dad’ correctly sometimes, and you simply can’t be upset with either of them anymore.

“Well, actually the feeder is homemade, so it would be hard to put a value on it. But he hasn’t broken anything yet, and I think I might have an idea on how to keep it that way.”

The idea came to you as you were speaking, so you take a beat to try and piece it together in your own head, before you try to explain it.

“What if Grogu spends some time with me and the birds every day from now on?” you offer, kneeling on the kid’s other side so you can talk directly to him. “We can start by just watching them from the balcony with the windows closed, and I can tell you all about them so that maybe you can understand them a little better.”

He’s just staring at the floor, refusing to look at either of you, but you genuinely want to help him, now that you know what this is about, so you try again.

“Sometimes things are less scary when you understand them better. Like, how big dogs can seem scary but when you know how to make them happy, they’ll get all goofy and cuddly. Or like how spiders can feel really creepy when they’re crawling on your skin, but when they’re just sitting in their web in a corner somewhere, they’re actually saving you from flies and mosquitos and other bugs.”

That earns you a curious look as he lifts his head to meet your eyes, so you try your luck with one more attempt to win him over.

“If you promise to work with me on this, I promise that you can help me build that huge LEGO Millennium Falcon, I saw you eyeing in my living room. I’ve been saving it for a special occasion.” you say, and he perks right up, shooting you a bright smile and nodding enthusiastically, so you turn back to his father.

“If that’s okay with you, of course.”

“Yeah, absolutely.” he grins at you, and something warm and pleasant pools in your stomach at the brightness of his eyes.

“Great! I work from home, so just bring him over whenever it suits you.” you say, while pushing yourself up to standing again, and he mirrors the motion.

“This is really so kind of you, thank you.” he offers, and you just shrug.

“I’d rather help than hurt him. He seems like a good kid.”

Grogu tugs on his father’s pantleg then, and points into the hallway of their apartment. His dad just nods, and the kid runs inside, disappearing around a corner.

“Does he not speak?” you ask.

“Not much around strangers, and a lot less than other kids overall. But he seems to know the language pretty much fluently and I’ve taken him to doctors and specialists and no one can find anything wrong with him. It’s like he’s just more comfortable not speaking, for some reason.” he explains, and you find yourself listening closely and studying every feature of his voice and how his expressions shift only in the most subtle ways.

“Well, I’m looking forward to getting to know him… both of you, better.” you say, before you start backing towards your own door.

A small smile creeps into his eyes at that. Something tender and almost bashful, and you suddenly want nothing more than to rest your palm against his cheek, to see if he’d lean into your touch. You braid your fingers together behind your own back to keep them in check. The last thing you wanna do is scare this gorgeous man away.

“Um, I’m a carpenter and I work daytime, so I’ll bring him over tomorrow after dinner, if that’s okay?” he says, and his voice is low and unsure. You wonder if he’s unaccustomed to attention, or just finds it generally difficult to know how to respond to it.

“That’s fine.” you say, as you reach your door and stop, still facing him. “And, just so you know, I’m happy to help if there’s anything else you need. Like I said, I work from home so I’m always around.”

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.” his smile widens a little, before he turns to head back inside, but then stops on the threshold. “My name is Din.”

You smile back and give him your name in return, and he nods and repeats it, memorizing it, making your skin prickle at the sound of it on his tongue, as you’re suddenly picturing him saying it under very different circumstances. That thought alone makes you feel hot and uncomfortable, and you quickly dip your head forwards to keep him from noticing, before turning around to head back into your home.

“See you tomorrow then, Din.” you croak with your back to him, your voice now hoarse with embarrassment.

“I look forward to it.” he says, just before closing his own door behind him, and you stop dead on your threshold, turning back to stare at his door because his tone caught you completely off guard.

He’d sounded… alluring. And now you’re wondering if perhaps he finds you just as attractive as you find him. If perhaps the prospect of his son not becoming a menace wasn’t the only reason that he looked forward to seeing you again. You step back and close your door, turning to lean against the nearest wall while you try to stop your heart from bouncing around between your lungs. How have you never known that such a gem of a guy has been living next door all this time?

And suddenly you find yourself feeling quite happy that the kid messed with your birdfeeder.

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asearchforjedis · 2 years

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the memories that haunt us

Din Djarin x gn!reader

synopsis: You accepted his leaving long ago, though it wasn’t without struggle. Now, after you have moved on, an old flame arrives at your door.

word count: 1.1k

warnings: mostly angst, some fluff

a/n: Hi everyone! I have grappled with the idea of writing some fanfic for a while and I’ve finally given into my impulses just this once. As a consequence, this is my first fic on this site so please be kind. I hope you enjoy!

This was no fairytale.

In truth, you weren’t sure fairytales existed in any form – fictional or not, for the stories you had been told as a child had exaggerated their sincerity to a point unrecognizable, robbing them of any lesson that might be worth learning. Nevertheless, there was a time when you had thought you were in one, back when your actions had been dictated by romanticism and naivety. You could not be blamed for it, nor could anyone for having fallen into the trap, but the galaxy was no place for the innocent, for the wide-eyed, and at a time, for you.

You recalled the flowing rivers encompassing the land, their beauty unfathomable and their power unknown, and the smell of spring flowers ingrained itself into the recesses of your memory. He had found you broken, indeed a fragmented mess, and with careful hands he had made you whole again. With his words, he reminded you of your worth, of the importance of self-acceptance, and the necessity of self-respect. You think you were in love with him, the metal man that walked the paths of your remembrance, and though you had never touched his skin, nor seen the face that hid behind his angular helmet, you knew he was beautiful. The moment he had flown you to Naboo, his visor focused on your widened eyes and your eclipsing smile, you had recognised it - the beauty that hid behind his metallic exterior, and you had decided then that you would be his forever. At night, under the glow of a million shining stars, he had granted you his name, and you had granted him your heart.

But all illusions are destined to be shattered - sooner or later.

And when you had risen with the dawn, still smiling with the happenings of the night before, you had found yourself alone, stuck with the few credits he had left you and the Mandalorian-shaped whole in your heart.

And so, you had damned Din Djarin, wishing ill upon him wherever the galaxy might hold him.

But you were younger then, and angrier. You supposed that was a consequence of one’s first heartbreak, for when the feelings of betrayal and hurt intertwine with innocence and ingenuousness, they create a concoction of deadly and overcoming hatred. But as the years progressed, slow and painful as they had been, the wound began to heal, and your temperament had placated. You had founded a new life on the planet he had deserted you on, complete with your own home and a simple job, and though it compared little to the dreams you had dared to venture within during your tempestuous youth, you had discovered peace was oftentimes a worthy substitute to the chaos and burden that adventure carried. You believed you had found true freedom, perhaps not in the literal sense, but liberation from the turmoils of the past had been plenty satisfiable to you. And yet, even with having moved on from all of it, you still saw his armored form at night, when your thoughts and night-terrors were disinclined to respect your sanity.

And the moment you saw the Mandalorian at your door, as rash as he had always been, you thought you might’ve killed him.

In many ways he was the same person who had left you on Naboo, still reckless and still young, but in his stance lay the suggestions of a more-hardened nature, one forged by the transpirings of a difficult life. Despite this, you wanted to wrangle his neck in your now-calloused hands, and to give him the pain you had been forced to endure for all those years.

But your hands remained relaxed at your sides as you took a step back, letting him into your home without a word. Your house, a quaint cabin lodged within the Nabooian forests, had been commissioned with the very credits he had left you with. You had watched its insurrection with clouded eyes and vacant stares, imagining a time in which you and Din could have lived in it together, both of you lost in the delights of domestic life. But as he stood silently in your living room, his helmet angled downwards in shame, the daydream stood much less picturesque.

You weren’t much interested in his words or his pleas, nor his reasons for being on the run. You had simply left him standing there, as he had you all those years ago. When the fresh sun beckoned for a new day’s work, you had abandoned him once again, resigning your thoughts to the handiwork laid in front of you. And when the hours had passed and your tired figure found its way back to your wooden walls, you had negated his presence once more, leaving him to grapple in the silence of his guilt.

He hadn’t attempted reconciliation, having accepted your quiet detestation the moment he had arrived, and at most he was grateful for the solace you had granted regardless of your feelings on the matter. From a logical perspective, you should have preferred it this way, for his passive indifference made it easier to forget he even existed, but at times, such as when his visor lingered on you for slightly too long, you could feel the kindling within you threaten to catch alight. And so you buried the bonfire with work, and sleep, and silence. Though you remembered his simple laugh, coupled with the smile that almost burned through the beskar of his helmet, or the way you had ran and danced through abandoned fields, both of you drunk on the highs of indescribable affection. You remembered how he held you, his strength rivaled by his gentle grasp, and the warmth that hid behind the cool of his coverings, a reminder that he was alive. You remembered the promises, the sweet musings, the nicknames. You remembered how he had loved you, and how he had vowed to love you for eternity.

In the brisk Autumn night, you relaxed in the greenery outside your home, lost in your recollection. You hadn’t acknowledged him when he had found you there, all solitary in your desolation, nor when he had placed himself next to you, a soft utterance of your name filtering through his helmet. Instead, you simply found his hand with yours, grasping it with a tender grip.

And so you had sat there, the Mandalorian firmly at your side, as the sun began to shine through the trees.

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chasingmidnights · 2 years

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I've Got You

Title: I’ve Got You

Summary: After an intense battle, fighting alongside the Mandalorians, you find yourself badly hurt. A Stormtrooper actually managed to get a good shot at you. Thankfully, the battle was won and as you made your way back to one particular Mandalorian, you ended up collapsing.

Warnings: blood; character injury; battle violence; angst; blasters/guns; I apologize if I miss anything but you are responsible for what you read, I just post here

Author’s Note: Mando’a translations: mesh’la - beautiful

Cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

Word Count: 2,345

You and Din Djarin, along with Grogu of course, were recovering on Nevarro after a long mission to collect a bounty. The two of you decided to make the volcanic planet your base and got a small, quaint cabin just outside of Nevarro City. It was perfect really. Din would go out on bounties when credits were running low or if he was feeling restless, or sometimes both. You would go with him every now and then but for the most part you would stay behind to take care of the house and the kid. Currently, the three of you were lounging in the living quarters of the cabin and it couldn’t be more picturesque. Din was resting in an armchair next to the fireplace, reading a book and wearing casual clothes. Grogu was entertaining himself with some toys that you had gotten him recently, a cooing sound coming from him every now and then. You, however, were sprawled out on the couch, a blanket over your lap and sketching in your sketchbook. You wished it could stay like this but for some reason, you knew it wouldn’t and let out a sigh. The sigh catches Din’s attention and looks up from his book. He looks over at you and your gazes meet, small smiles appearing on both of your faces.

“What is it mesh’la?” Din inquires, the sweet nickname sending butterflies straight to your stomach.

However, before you can reply, the holoprojector starts to beep from the table. Grogu coos at the sound while you and Din turn your heads in the direction of the beeping device. Din is the one that actually gets up, setting his book to the side, and walking over to the table. He presses the activate button and out pops a bright, blue hologram of a very distressed looking Bo-Katan Kryze. She removes her blue and white Mandalorian helmet before she speaks.

“Greetings,” she begins, she says yours and Din’s name and you can hear the stress in her voice. You set your stuff to the side and join Din at the table. “I wouldn’t be contacting you if it wasn’t urgent, but I’m afraid it is. Sympathizers for the Empire are challenging my authority as the new ruler of Mandalore. I could really use your help with this as we prepare for an upcoming battle. We need to show them that the Mandalorians are as powerful as ever and are not to be trifled with.”

You and Din share a look before Din gives her an answer. “We will help you.”

“Good, we’ll see you soon then.” And just like that, she was gone.

You and Din turn to face each other and he pulls you in by the waist and you instantly wrap your arms around his neck. His deep brown eyes are soft as they scan over your face. “Mesh’la, I need to go and help them.”

You move a hand to Din’s cheek, cupping it as you do and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes as he does. Your thumb begins to gently caress his stubbly cheek. “I know Din, I’m not going to stop you.”

He opens his eyes before gently pressing his forehead against yours. He takes in a deep breath, breathing in your scent as he does. He swears you always smell naturally of honey and lavender, it brings him to a calming state of mind. “I want you to stay here with the kid, it’ll be safer.”

You instantly pull away, scoffing as you do and a look of disbelief scrunching up your features. “Kriff! Are you serious?! I’m going with you!”

Din says your name in a pleading way. “Come on, if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to live with that.”

“You know, we always have this argument when something like this comes up. You know I’m more than capable, especially with the training you’ve given me!” You take a deep breath and put your hands on your hips. You could feel the redness radiating off of your cheeks. “I’m going and that’s final.” Your nostrils flare with how upset you are.

He almost regrets training you now but he felt better knowing that you could defend yourself while he was away. Din couldn’t help but have the slightest of smiles as he shakes his head at you. Your stubbornness showing through and he knew that there would be no changing your mind. He lets out a defeated sigh and he puts his hands on his hips. He looks between you and the kid before he speaks up.

“Well then, who’s ready for an adventure?”

You had the razorcrest packed and ready within the hour. But before you left Nevarro, you both paid a visit to Cara to let her know what was happening. She of course was on board immediately and volunteered to go with you, claiming she was ready to kick some imp ass. Soon after, you were all on board the crest, getting ready for take off. You were checking on Grogu who was fast asleep in his pram, so you joined Cara at the table. She was focused on cleaning one of her massive blasters, so you picked up one of the smaller ones and started doing the same. It’s a comfortable silence between the two of you as you work.

“You’re good with him.” Cara says abruptly, smirking as she does. You can practically hear the smirk without even having to look at her.

“Thanks. It’s not always easy. He can be so high-maintenance sometimes but I do my best and love him nonetheless.” You say, looking fondly at the sleeping child. HIs soft snores make your smile bigger.

“So, are you two ever gonna try for your own?” Cara inquires, raising an eyebrow at you.

Before you could answer, the door to the sleeping chamber slides open and out climbs Din. He’s now dressed in his full Mandalorian Beskar armor, including his helmet. He gives you and Cara a nod before disappearing up into the cockpit. You excuse yourself to join Din in the cockpit. You miss the smirk that quirks up on Cara's mouth as she shakes her head at you, she knew you were trying to avoid the question. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful traveling lightspeed was, all of the different hues of colors racing by you as they lead you to your destination. You took a seat next to Din and he instantly put his hand on your thigh.

“I didn’t mean to pull you away from your conversation.” Din says through his modulator, his thumb begins to caress your inner thigh.

“No it’s okay, got me out of answering a tough question. So, how much longer until we get there?” You quickly change the subject, hoping he wouldn’t ask about yours and Cara’s conversation.

However, he quirked an eyebrow up, his interest piqued. But he knew by changing the subject so quickly that you didn’t want to discuss the matter. So instead, he made a mental note to ask you later. “Not too much longer, probably a couple of hours or so.”

“Alright, I’m gonna take a short nap then, wake me up when we get there.” You stand up as Din nods, signaling that he heard you. But before you leave the cockpit, you give Din a loving squeeze on the shoulder.

It was quite the sight to see. Somehow Bo-Katan managed to summon a slew of people to come to her aid. There were Mandalorians that had come from all over the galaxy, coming out of hiding. Even the Armorer was there. Not just Mandalorians either, but people she’s undoubtedly encountered through her travels. Ahsoka Tano and Fennec Shand, being a few of them. You were in awe of Bo-Katan right now, she held her helmet confidently under her arm and had her head held high. The line up behind her was simple really. Koska Reeves to her right, an empty space to her left. You and Cara were next to the empty spot, armed and ready. You shift in your armor, something the Armorer was able to come up with last minute. You couldn’t have been more honored to think that she thought you worthy enough to have something made by her. It wasn’t quite the style of normal Mandalorian armor but it would do the job. Ahsoka and Fennec were on the other side of Reeves, along with Boba Fett.

Across the field from us were a siege of Stormtroopers, standing tall and unmoving. It sent a shiver up your spine, making your blood pump faster in anxiety. You would feel better once Din was next to you. Where is he? He should be here by now. And just like that, he was. Before he took position, he stopped by your side and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. He pulled his hand away far too soon and you had to suppress a whimper. You watched him as he took his spot next to Bo-Katan, his hand instantly going to hover over his blaster. Bo-Katan’s strong voice fills the thick, heavy air, her words aimed at the sympathizers and Stormtroopers.

“Surrender now, before it’s too late.”

One of the Sympathizers, dressed in all black, Empire styled armor; he was more than likely the leader steps forward. “You are not the true ruler of Mandalore and you’re delirious to think that you are! There will be no surrender from us today!” His rough voice filled the air.

“So be it then!” Bo-Katan replies.

Next thing you know, blaster sounds are filling the air and the opposite parties are clashing into each other. You tried your best to focus on your surroundings as you battled against each sympathizer or Stormtrooper that came your way. You were thankful that Din gave you proper training in hand to hand and showed you how to properly use various weapons. However, as the battle continued, you almost wished you had stayed home like Din had wanted. You knew after this that your body was going to be sore. You had just taken down another sympathizer when a blast hit you in the side. You scream out in agony and you fall to your knees, holding your side as you do so. A blaster bolt flies over your head and takes out the Stormtrooper who had managed to shoot you. A hand appears next to you and you look up to see Fennec, a smile of appreciation tugs up at the corner of your lips. You accept her hand and she gently tugs you up to your feet.

“That blast looks pretty nasty, you gonna be okay?” Fennec questions, concern laced in her voice. Her face is covered by her helmet, but you imagine that the concern is there as well.

You pull away your hand and see that it’s stained with your own blood. Your eyes widen in shock at the sight. You try your best to shake it off as you reply. “There’s no time for that, we’ve got a battle to win.”

“You sure? That’s a lot of blood.” Fennec comments.

“Look, we can worry about me later, there are more important matters at hand right now.” And with that, you took off before she had a chance to argue any more with you. You swore you could feel the eye roll she gave you as you ran off.

As the battle starts to dwindle down, more Mandalorians than Sympathizers or Stormtroopers, you’re honestly surprised that you’re still standing. You can feel the adrenaline begin to wear off as you take down yet another enemy. Finally, you witness Boba Fett take down the last few Stormtroopers with his staff, bashing their heads in with it. A sigh of relief slips from your lips as you and the others watch as the remaining Sympathizers flee from the battlefield. The air smelled of blood, sweat and the remnants of blaster smoke. As you search for Din through the crowd of people celebrating, you feel your energy beginning to drain. No doubt from the loss of blood from the blaster wound. You begin to stumble as you search and when you finally find him, a smile spreads across your face. He was shaking hands with a fellow Mandalorian but as soon as his gaze turned in your direction, that’s when your body gave out on you. You collapse and before you slip into a state of unconsciousness, you hear him yell out.

Din finds himself running over to your fallen body and slides to the ground when he’s close enough. He pulls you in close to his chest, whispering to you through his modulator. “No, mesh’la. Come on, wake up. I can’t lose you.”

Fennec and Cara had rushed over to see what was going on. Fennec being the one to speak up first. “Check her side, she got shot earlier.”

Din does just that and he couldn’t be more thankful than right now that his face was covered as he looked at your wound. His eyes grew wide with shock, fear, and worry all at once. He doesn’t even acknowledge Bo-Katan when she walks up and inquires what’s going on. To say he was in a state of shock, would be an understatement. He had completely drowned everyone out, his focus was solely on you. The only thing that got his attention was when Bo-Katan placed her hand on his shoulder.

“We need to get her to a med droid before it’s too late. We have bacta tanks that we can put her in.” Her voice was gentle but firm.

Din nods his head once before he’s picking you up gently and carrying you bridal style. He holds you as close as he can to his chest as he carries you. He looked down at your face, he couldn’t help the tear that had escaped and trickled down his cheek. He finds himself whispering to you again.

“I’ve got you cyar’ika, I’ve got you.”

#the mandalorian #din djarin #bo katan kryze #fennec shand #cara dune #the mandalorian oneshot #writing challenge #october writing challenge #angst prompts #pedro pascal #i might have gotten a bit carried away with this one #din djarin x you #kind of inspired from the season 3 trailer #bobba fett #baby yoda #grogu

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finnlandiaaa · 2 years

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As The Sun Rises (din djarin)

Content: canon violence, injury, character death

Word Count: 1.5k

:LOCATION/TIME: The Planet of Cosia, Late night

:SETUP: Din and Raina are lured to a village that they were told needed help fighting off imps, but they quickly realize that they’ve walked right into a trap; once they realize, a fight ensues, but as outnumbered and outgunned as they are, they manage to come out alright; at least they think so

A/N: whoooo!! First post! While I am on a hiatus for my main writing blog (@babyboiboyega), I’m still writing my ideas/plots out in “script form” or maybe its closer to a RP format...hmm...I’ll figure that out later!

But I hope you enjoy this!

*Sometime during the night, Din and Raina were separated* *Not too far separated, just on opposite sides of the field, but thats still enough to make the both of them very nervous* *They work better together, but everytime they try to make their way back to each other, they’re intercepted* *But it finally gets to the point where there are only a few more imps left, a number that they can easily take care of…if they weren’t exhausted and sweaty, and bruised*

*Din is fighting off 2 imps, quickly killing them both off before turning to see if Raina is okay* *He turns just in time to see her take out the 3 she was fighting against, and he can’t help the sigh of relief that leaves his mouth as the last imp hits the ground* *He softly calls her name, slightly out of breath, making her turn around*

*She turns around and sends an exhausted smile his way, her hand falling to her side* *Just as Din takes a step forward, the smile falls off of Raina’s face, being replaced with something akin to fear, and she quickly raises her blaster, firing a shot at something behind him* *He quickly turns around with his own blaster ready, only to see an imp who he thought he had taken care of freeze and then fall to the ground, a blaster bolt in the middle of his chest*

*Din lets out a heavy breath and turns back to Raina, holstering his blaster, but abruptly pauses*

*Raina’s blaster is still raised, but she isn’t looking at him; her gaze is looking down at her own abdomen…where a blaster bolt has hit* *Her gaze raises and looks at Din, her arm shaking, before her blaster falls from her hand, thudding to the ground*

*Din is utterly frozen, honestly, trying to believe whether or not what he’s seeing is real* *But all it takes is Raina softly saying his name and taking a staggering step back for him to spring into action, bounding toward her right as her legs buckle* *His arms come to wrap around her, bracing her head as he lowers himself to the ground with her*

*While one of his hands cradles her body to his, the other lands on the wound on her abdomen, aiming to staunch the bleeding* *But all it takes is one look at the wound to come to the startling and agonizing realization that its bad, and that without proper treatment…it’ll get worse* *But nonetheless, he presses down on the wound* *When he does, Raina sucks in a sharp breath, her body shuddering as it passes through her lungs*

Raina: “H-how bad is it?”

*He doesn’t even move his hand, and under the helmet, his eyes don’t even look at the wound* *He shakes his head slightly, and when he speaks, his voice sounds rougher than usual*

Din: “It doesn’t matter. We’re gonna get you help. You’ll be okay.”

*The shakiness in his voice tells Raina all she needs to know, and her answering smile/grimace is weak and sad* *She shakes her head*

Raina: “You’re a shit liar, Djarin.”

*His chest hitches with an agonized chuckle, but it sounds strangled when it leaves his lips* *He doesn’t need to look to know that her blood is spilling between his fingers, flowing quicker than he can stop it*

*One of Raina’s hands raises and lands on top of it, lightly squeezing his hand* *It takes her a few tries to talk, but when she does, Din has to clench his jaw at the weakness and wheezing of her voice* *She suddenly lurches with an urgency that has Din panicking and holding her tighter*

Raina: “Din, you have…you have to get the kid…and you have to leave. T-they know you’re here. They’re gonna send m-more-”

*Her sentence breaks off in a cough, and when she’s done, there’s blood dotting her lips and her teeth* *The sight only confirms Din’s worst nightmare* *But its only when her gaze starts to turn glassy and unfocused does Din start panicking* *He lightly shakes her, his voice raising*

Din: “Raina. Raina! You keep your eyes open, you hear me? Just keep them open- we’ll find some help. I don’t care if I have to speed jump.”

*He had thought her gaze was becoming unfocused, but it only focused on something over his shoulder, and a soft light finally started to appear on her face, he realizes that she’s staring at the sunrise that’s behind him* *Despite the way her breathing has slowed, her chest rising and falling far too slowly, her lips curl into a smile* *It’s far too peaceful given the circumstances, but he can’t bring himself to ruin whatever peace she’s found in these moments, even if he wants to yell at her to keep fighting*

Raina: “Have you ever seen…anything like that?”

*He knows she’s talking about the sunset, but he can’t bring himself to look away from her* *His eyes are wide and unblinking under his helmet, despite the tears that are gathering* *He shakes his head wordlessly, not trusting his voice to come out with breaking* *But then her eyes shift to meet his, and there’s a look in them that punches a hole through his chest* *It’s a mixture of sadness, acceptance, and…guilt*

Raina: “Din, I’m sorry. I’m sorry…I won’t be there to help with the kid.”

*Before she’s even done talking, he’s shaking his head quickly* *His hand that's on the wound twists until he can grasp at her fingers, and he holds them tightly*

Din: “You have nothing to apologize for, *cyar’ika. You…you did nothing wrong.”

*There’s no hiding the way his voice breaks when relief replaces the guilt in her eyes as they shift back over to the sunset* *Her smile widens in just the slightest*

Raina: “....will you…watch…with me?”

*Din’s chin drops to his chest for a second, and if Raina was aware enough, she would have seen the way his shoulders shook with barely contained sobs* *It takes him a second to answer, but when he does, his voice is hoarse and thick*

Din: “Of course I will, **ner kar’ta.”

*It kills him to do so, but he gently lets go of her hand and quickly raises it to the lip of his helmet* *With a quiet hiss, he pulls it off, gently setting it on the ground next to him*

*He shifts himself so he can pull her into his lap where he can wrap his arms around her* *He cradles her head in the crook of his arm and turns so she can get a perfect view of the sunrise; it has to be perfect for her* *He doesn’t feel an ounce of hesitation or regret at what he’s just done* *All he can feel is sorrow and a grief so powerful that its impossible to name*

*As he looks down at her with his own eyes, he finds it especially cruel that his first time looking at her through an unfiltered gaze will also be his last* *He reaches around and manages to pull his glove off only to bring his hand up to cup her face* *His voice is only a whisper when he speaks, and he desperately hopes that she can hear him*

Din: “***Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

*Almost as if she understands his words, Raina’s lidded eyes shift back to him* *They widen just a fraction at seeing his face, and if possible, her smile turns softer* *Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her hand twitch, and without thinking, he gently grabs it and presses it against his own cheek* *His tears are halted in their descent as they land against their joined hands*

*Raina’s soft gasp is barely noticeable*

Raina: “Din…you’re beautiful.”

*Leave it to her to make him smile during one of the most painful moments of his life* *The chuckle he lets out is broken*

Din: “No, that’s all you, cyar’ika. That’s all you.”

*His words are genuine because even now, as she lay on his lap, blood splatter on her mouth, her eyes gradually dulling, she’s still the most beautiful person he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing; of bonding with; of touching; of loving*

*She chokes on the next gasp that escapes her lips and her eyes look back at the sunset* *Her smile slowly starts to fade at the corners, and when she talks, he has to strain to listen*

Raina: “Will…will you watch…with me?”

*Din turns his face more into her palm and places a kiss against it, his lips lingering* *There’s a tiny, agonized, forced smile on his face, because he doesn’t want his frown to be one of the last things she sees*

Din: “Of course, I will. I’d do anything for you.”

*Din cradles Raina against his chest as she takes her last breath, her eyes focused on the rising sun while his are focused on his own, personal sun that he found in her eyes and how it sets, never to rise again*

* cyar’ika - sweetheart, darling

** ner kar’ta - my heart

*** Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum - I love you/I will know(love) you forever

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This is definitely a step out of my comfort zone, me posting this. When I plan out my oneshots/imagines, I usually do them in this format. It helps me plan out exactly what I want the characters to do so I’m not worrying about while putting in the filler words and descriptions, and whatnot.

Everyone has their own method, and this is mine! Does it always work? Absolutely not, but I enjoy writing them out like this! And I hope you enjoyed reading this! :)

#din djarin #din djarin imagines #din djarin x OC #the mandalorian #the mandalorian imagine #the mandalorian oneshot #the mandalorian x oc #din djarin oneshot #star wars imagines #Star Wars fanfic #star wars oneshot

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ddejavvu · 2 months

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grumpy beefy mando falling for soft!reader in her “grandma era” - all she wants to do is crochet, bake and frolic around the galaxy with mando and grogu 🫶🏽

"He doesn't like hats."

You glance up at Din from where you're testing a length of crocheted stitches beneath Grogu's chin, ensuring that the hat inspired by the local flora of the forest planet you've found shelter on won't fall off if he gets too rigorous in his play.

Grogu coos beneath the flower hat, but whether it's in agreement or protest you can't tell.

"He likes this one," You decide, when the little green terror before you doesn't fight as you maneuver his ears through their designated slots, "And he doesn't have to wear it if he doesn't want to."

Your fingers slip the little white button through the slot you've left in the band, and the hat is secured around Grogu's chin; the cutest little flower you ever did see.

"Oh, honey," You gush, scooping the child up and tucking him into your arms, "You wanna see your hat? C'mere, let's look."

You crouch in front of the tree stump that Din has settled on, holding Grogu up to the man's beskar chest plate. It's freshly polished, but not completely reflective, so at the right angle, Grogu catches a blurry, slightly distorted version of himself in a very pink hat.

His legs are still too small to kick in excitement, but his arms pick up the slack, flapping about while copious amounts of baby babble streams from his mouth. Evidently he's pleased with your handiwork.

Din stays silent while he offers his armor up for Grogu's viewing pleasure, but the child's hands soon find the soft strap beneath his chin and tug.

"I told you he didn't like hats..." Din murmurs, not to be cruel, but to fill empty space in the air when your shoulders deflate slightly.

"I thought he'd like it if it was softer," You hum sadly, helping Grogu take the button out of its clasp so that he can tug the hat off of his head, "I just figured he didn't like the helmet you gave him because it was uncomfortable."

As soon as you've freed Grogu from the confines of his flowery prison his hands slap against the shiny metal of Din's armor. He takes the child out of your hands but Grogu keeps his hat tightly clutched in his fist, and, with valiant effort, pushes the hat into Din's helmet, insistently cooing something that sounds suspiciously like buir.

Your giddiness returns, and you circle Din like a hawk, "Oh, you want your buir to wear it? Let's see," Amidst Din's protests you balance the too-small cap on his helmet, and he stills if only to save the hat from slipping and dying a muddy death on the ground below.

"It doesn't fit me." He grumbles, body stiff as he keeps it balanced on his head. Grogu seems pleased with his buir's new headpiece, squealing and showing off his newly-emerged teeth in a grin.

"I'll make you a matching one!" You declare, snatching the hat off of his helmet to give him the freedom of movement again, "Grogu, baby, what color should Din's be?"

"Bah!" Grogu decides, and your steps still where you're racing back towards your shelter.

"Uh... how about purple?" You suggest, and another resounding 'Bah.' is all the encouragement you need.

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 1 year

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The Past That Haunts | Din Djarin

Din Djarin x fem!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: It's been months since you stowed away on the Mandalorian's ship, running from the ghosts of a past you'd rather forget. You shouldn't have fallen in love, you knew better than to get close, and now you have to pay the penance for your sins. Your past has come back to haunt, and you're his next bounty.

A/N: Really really proud of this one. Should have been studying, but was doing this lol so you all better enjoy. As always, requests are open and I'll get to them when I can because college is insane. Love you all dearly, hope you have a great day wherever you are 🤍

Warnings: violence, sexual themes and suggestive content, mentions of blood, fem!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending I promise (i only like hurting you a little bit, not enough to take away the happy ending)

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No one can run from their past forever.

Lies, secrets, sins—they all have a nasty habit of breaking through the thin soil they've been buried beneath and rearing their heads. What was left behind never stays gone, but rather skitters behind in waiting for the right moment to revive. The past haunts, it stays connected to the essence of a soul and refuses death itself until its dues have been paid.

No one can run from their past forever, not even after you'd almost forgotten it was lurking right there.

And yet, the reason you'd nearly forgotten was laying unconscious in the midst of a hunt he'd dragged you along on.

"Mando, if you're done dreaming of me I could use some backup!" You shout, barely avoiding the clawed fist of the Trandoshan mercenary before you. The bounty was stronger and deadlier than you, but you were faster.

As you danced and weaved around his blows, your eyes slipped to your Mandalorian still unconscious from where the Trandoshan had snuck up on the two of you. This job was supposed to be simple, but even lower grade mercenaries like the one fighting you were still deadly.

With a breath of frustration slipping your lips, your mind quickly raced to try and work out how to get out of this situation. Mando clearly would be no help and while he often punched his way out of problems, you didn't have that luxury. That's why within seconds you whirled around to the mercenary with a nervous smile on your lips.

"My friend, I believe we got off on the wrong foot." Your smile was charismatic as you extended your arms out in welcome to the target. The mercenary snarled at the comment, and you both glanced down to the foot he'd just regrown after Din had managed to chop it off.

You look back up at the reptilian male, a sheepish smile on your lips, "Bad choice of words"

He hissed at you and lunged again, slashing a knife you hadn't even seen him pull. A yelp left your mouth as you dodged the hit, desperately trying to be diplomatic.

"Look, the Mandalorian is out cold," You placated, ducking out of a knife swing by a hair's breadth, "He's the bounty hunter, not me. You and I, we can work something out."

This caught his attention, his yellow-orange eyes tracking your every breath, "You're not a hunter, but you're with the Mandalorian. You wouldn't betray him."

"He doesn't have to know," You reason, shoving every ounce of honey-coated deception you have into your tone, "Look at him! One hit from you and he's out like a light, big guy. There's no way he'll even remember this happened."

The Trandoshan's knife was lowering now, and your heart skipped a beat with hope. This was going to work, and when it did you were going to give Mando hell. You nearly smiled at the thought, but remembered where you were.

"What are your terms?" He hissed, and you take a calculated step towards him.

"I let you go free, and you let me leave with my life." You were getting nearer to the bounty, and he seemed to be so caught up in pondering your bargain that he missed your hand slip to the beskar knife Din had made for you a few months back.

"That seems acceptable," The bounty finally admits, slipping his knife back into its place and surveying you, "I'll-"

With a war cry, you launch yourself at the Trandoshan and jump onto his back, one arm around his neck and the other trying to plunge the beskar knife into his thick, scaled skin. He roars in response, spinning wildly and clawing up at you.

"Just die!" You pant, slashing and seeming to miss every swing.

Din was right, you really did suck at this whole combat thing. It's a good thing you were one hell of a thief.

"Y/N!"

It took more effort than you'd like to admit to keep the relief you felt from crashing over your entire form. Your eyes flicked up mid-spin from your perch on the Trandoshan's back to see the Mandalorian stumbling to his feet.

"Morning, sleepy head! Wanna join the fun?" You breathlessly call out, a tired smile on your lips.

The target takes advantage of your split attention and slices his razor-sharp claws through the tender flesh of your forearm. You clench your teeth to grit through the pain, "Not cool!"

It was mere seconds after the minor blow had been landed that the wild spinning and thrashing of the bounty finally stopped. Your dizzy mind righted to see a gloved hand grab the reptilian male and rip him to a stop.

You slide off his back, groaning to find your balance severely off-kilter. You fall on your ass just as Mando fires a shot at him, slicing it through the target's shoulder and making him roar in pain. His cry is cut off when Mando fires another blast into his skull, making the silence following the thud of the body deafening.

"Cold it is," Mando grunts, holstering the blaster.

The beskar helmet he wears immediately snaps to you, and you've been around him long enough to tell by his body language what he's feeling. Anger, worry, guilt.

Against your better judgement, your heart stutters as Din crouches down in front of you and reaches out for your bleeding arm. The lightning that crackles under your skin as his gloved hands tenderly lift your forearm makes your already dizzy mind spin. It takes the strength you've built up over the last few months to ignore the effect he has on you.

"You waited for a grand entrance, can't say I'm mad," You quip. His shoulders are tight as he keeps his gaze down on your arm.

"I should've seen him coming," Is all he replies, his voice that same sugar-sweet gravel that makes your inhibitions crumble.

"You know, I had it under control until I accidentally made a joke about the foot you chopped off." You laugh, the sound light in comparison to the biting pain, and Din shakes his head.

"That's not funny." He tried to sound convincing, but you could tell he was loosening up now that he'd seen your injury was just a scratch.

"It's a little funny," You fire back, a smile growing on your lips. He looks up at you and that damn mask makes your heart race and your mind wander.

It's the almost imperceptible breathy laugh he lets out, though, that makes you remember how far gone you are when it comes to him.

"I like it when you laugh." Your words are soft, and they're out before you can even think to stop them. Mando goes still before you, your arm still in his grasp. It's then that the position you're in, with him crouched before you, seems much more intimate than it did a few minutes ago.

You go still as one of his hands lifts to your face, and you nearly forget how to breath when he almost absentmindedly brushes a gloved-knuckle against a light bruise forming on your cheek from the fight. His fingers leave fire where they touch, and you can only dream about how it would feel if it were his skin and not his gloves.

He catches himself too quickly for your liking and stands, extending a hand down to you, "Come on, we've got a bounty to cash in."

You take his hand and let him help you to your feet, "I think I deserve a larger cut on this one. I did take him on one-on-one, you know."

"And nearly got yourself killed."

You glance up at him, your brows lifted in a challenge, "I saved your ass, didn't I?"

Din doesn't move back an inch, but rather stays towering over you and cocks his head in response, "Is that so?"

Your heart stumbles yet again. The air is thick with tension and unspoken attraction, and the way he's looking down at you isn't helping. Din is usually as close to void of emotion as he can be, save for his temper and inability to keep from sassing you. It's moments like this though, moments where he's almost playful, that make you remember just how powerful the hold he has on you is.

"Can't deny it this time, Mandalorian." You try to sound cool and calm like he always does, but fail miserably. He just hums before stepping back and breaking the tension-corded air between you.

"Help me get him to the Crest."

And you do, but as you work in the comfortable silence you've grown used to, you can't help but think about how lucky you are. This life, it may seem dangerous and hectic, but it's a blessing to you. It's everything to you. He's everything to you, he has been since the first few moments he found you. There was a sudden tightness in your chest, and you can't help but think of that day—the day your life would never be the same.

||| Months Prior

Your breaths were labored, your legs burned, your vision was blurred with sweat and tears.

You had nowhere to go, nothing in the bustling port town on Corrida could shield you from your fate. Panic clawed up your throat, so thick it nearly choked you.

Not like this, you pleaded to yourself, it can't end like this.

Mind-racing and heart-pounding, you swiftly and nimbly darted in and out of shops and between buildings. You danced in the shadows, became one of them. It was your greatest strength, your stealth, and even though it was what had gotten you into this mess, it was now your only chance at survival.

The day was turning into night, and as light dwindled your hope flared and grew. Once darkness settled over the town shrouded by mountains, your pursuers would lose every chance of finding you. All you had to do was find a way onto a ship and ride it out of this forsaken planet. Then, you'd be-

"Hey, you!"

The voice that rang out sent tendrils of fear to your very bones. You knew that voice. You'd know that voice for as long as you'd live. While there were still thoughts in your brain, that voice would haunt you. You ducked around the alleyway between two shops, your heart racing at a painful speed as you chanced a look in the direction of your old Master.

"You seen a girl running through here?" He snarled, his tone boiling with anger that he thinly kept composed under his Imperial getup. The Empire was gone, but unfortunately the New Republic could not monitor every planet in every system when it fell. You just had the supreme misfortune of dwelling in the town of a group of Imperial officers that refused to back down.

"There's plenty of girls here, be more specific," The shopkeeper he'd asked grunted, going about his work.

Your Master spoke to him for a few more minutes before you forced yourself to slink away, melting into the shadows growing longer as the sky grew darker. As you snuck around the back of the buildings, you heard your Master's voice rise in volume.

"Anyone who finds an indentured woman in a green cloak is to bring her to me, immediately."

You froze, looking down at the cloak around your shoulders. With a pounding heart you shucked it off, cursing the Imperial scum for the clever tactic. Now if he saw you sneaking around, you'd have nothing to hide your face.

Indentured. You bristled at the word, anger flooding your mind. What a pretty way to say enslaved.

You had to get out of here and fast. The Empire might be gone, but this town was still pinned under their thumb. These people wouldn't think twice before turning you over. The satchel that was slung across your body was heavy with the reason why you couldn't let that happen.

With silent steps, you made it all the way to the ship port. There weren't many options present, and the choice would be paramount. Pick the wrong ship, and you'd be cast into the streets for your old Master and his troopers to find you and the item you stole from him that was nestled in the bag you bore.

As you surveyed the ship port, you noted three choices. First, the light freighter that sat loading its cargo near the middle of the port—too busy, too central. Second, the old Razor Crest sitting nearest you—low profile, but you could've sworn you'd just seen a Mandalorian walk into it. That was too risky, too dangerous. Third, and most appealing, the CR90 Corvette—no one dangerous was entering, enough cargo to hide in, it was perfect.

Making your mind, you begin to dart across the ship port, dodging past the Razor Crest and towards the Corvette. It would work, it would be perf-

You skidded to a stop so fast that you nearly tripped and fell. Walking up to the Corvette was your Master, and he'd just begun talking to the owner. Your eyes widened as he motioned to the three storm troopers with him, and they began to search the ship.

This wasn't good, you weren't going to make if off of this planet.

Your eyes wildly searched the port and landed on the Razor Crest just as its back hatch began to close. It wasn't ideal, but it was taking off soon, and that made it your only choice. Holding your breath, you surged towards the beat up ship and vaulted into the space between the closing hatch and the ship's interior. Luckily for you, the Mandalorian you'd seen was in the cockpit taking off when you clanged and rolled into the ship's belly. The engines started and the ship lifted, and before you could comprehend it, you were leaving Corrida.

You escaped. You stole from the Imperial guard Finon Kane, the man who'd enslaved and tortured you and hundreds of others, and escaped. You were free.

A laugh of pure and raw joy bubbled out of your chest as you clutched your satchel close to your chest. You'd done it, you'd actually done it. The other slaves had cheered you on as you made your grand escape, had laughed and whooped with you as you bested Master Kane. And now, you were free.

You barely felt the ship slip out of the atmosphere of the planet as you shoved to your feet. Now was the tricky part—you had to hide from the Mandalorian until he docked somewhere else, and then you could-

A strong, gloved hand closed around your shoulder and whirled you around with such strength and speed that you could only yelp as you were pressed into the cool metal of the Crest's walls. One massive arm barred your throat, and the other held a blaster to your head. The Mando's grip was strong and he oozed confidence, but he was silent.

Silent as death, silent as the reaper in beskar armor.

His shining helmet tilted at you, and your heart dropped to your feet. He hadn't killed you yet, he just kept looking at you, inspecting you, almost testing to see if you were a threat or not. So, he wasn't a cold-blooded killer then. There was a heart, whether it was flesh or beskar, somewhere underneath his armor. You needed to exploit it, and fast.

A shaking smile made it onto your lips and you tried your best to seem as calm as he was, "A Mandalorian, and one with fine armor too. What a pleasant surprise."

"What are you doing on my ship?" Was all he gritted out, his tone rough and smooth all at once. A walking and living dichotomy that, against your better judgement, made your heart trip over itself.

"Is this your ship?" You noted, humming to yourself as your pulse thrummed, "I must have boarded without even looking, it seems so much like mine that I-"

The blaster moved closer to your skin and your words died, your eyes widening as the Mandalorian stared you down through his mask, "The truth, stowaway."

It wasn't a question, but a demand. Flattery clearly wasn't getting you anywhere, so you needed to find a different way.

"I need safe passage," You honestly announced, your charming, hopeful smile still on your lips to persuade him you're not a threat, "And clearly, Mando, you need some help around here. I could be of service to you, I've got a great many skills!"

"Can you hunt?"

He didn't mean animals. That was when you realized this Mandalorian was a bounty hunter, and you cursed every star for crossing your fate into bad luck.

"No, but I-"

"Can you fight?" He interrupted, his voice a calm and collected drill.

"Well, not particularly, but if you'd just-"

"Can you fix the ship?"

You were getting frustrated now.

"Never really been good with mechanics, but-"

"Then you are of no use to me." He decided, letting go of you and holstering his blaster. He stepped back and shuffled through one wall of his ship, looking for something, "I'll dock at the next inhabited planet and turn you over to-"

It was his turn to be cut off, but not by you. Instead, the whooshing of a cabin door opening followed by a child's giggle makes his words die out. Surprise skittered through you at the site. A child. This large, rough Mandalorian Bounty Hunter was taking care of a...a child?

As he stormed over to the little thing, he muttered soft chiding to it before picking it up gently in the hands that just held your life. The child nestled into the crook of his arm, batting its massive eyes up at him lovingly.

And, against every warning and better judgement, your heart, your very soul, melted at the site.

"You're a bounty hunter with a kid?" You asked boldly, stepping forward towards the beskar-coated hunter that turned sharply around to you, the kid still in his strong arms, "And what do you do with it when you're on jobs?"

"He stays here or comes with me," he rasps out simply. You let out a short, unbelieving laugh.

"And you say you don't need my help," You chide, being bolder than you should be and stepping up to the pair. The Mandalorian freezes as you brazenly pluck the child out of his arms, cradling the little one into your torso.

The pure shock of what you've just done makes Mando stand awkwardly, unmoving and sputtering for a moment as he tries to respond. Whatever he's saying keeps dying on his tongue as he watches the child giggle and play with your hair, nuzzling into you the way he was just doing to him.

"I can take care of him while you're on hunts," You reason, looking up at the Mando with a bright, unwavering smile, "And, as I was going to say before you rudely interrupted,"

This shocked the bounty hunter even more. The audacity of this woman, who could neither kill nor fight, to be so bold with him? It struck him into an astonished silence.

"I may not have any of the skills you listed," You continued, looking up at the Mandalorian with his child in your arms, "But I'm amazing at sneaking into places. I'm not a killer, but I'm sure a bounty hunter like yourself could use a good thief."

He crosses his arms at this, cocking his head at you in a way that makes you imagine his face with risen brows and a taunting gaze, "Obviously the sneaking part isn't your strong suit."

"Hey, I got in here, didn't I?" You challenged, holding his gaze before looking down at cooing at the child, "Besides, your little one likes me, don't you sweetheart?"

"Could you give him back, please?"

"What was that?" You hummed, tilting your ear towards the child before smiling at it once more, "I couldn't agree more. Your father does need to lighten up."

The Mandalorian sputtered at her words, not understanding how a little thing like you could have rendered him completely speechless and without knowledge of what to do next. No hunt he's ever been on has ever done that to this extent, and yet here you were. A stowaway that, as much as Din wanted to ignore, needed help. You tried to hide it behind your smiles and remarks, but he could see the desperation in your eyes, the worry in your soul.

You needed help, and damn it all he was going to give it to you.

Din cursed himself beneath his breath, shaking his head at you. If the Guild members knew what a softie he was under this armor he'd lose his entire reputation. He could slaughter targets without faltering, but throw in a child and a smartass stowaway and his spine leaves him.

"I'm not his father," The Mandalorian rebuts, but you can hear the lie in his tone, "I'm just looking out for him"

You scoffed at that, "Leaving him alone, taking him on dangerous hunts? Not things a good father would do."

"Hey I'm a great father!" His temper snapped, and you smiled smugly. You glanced up at him, tilting your head the way he'd just done to you.

"So you are his father?" You challenged.

The Mandalorian started and stopped three different sentences before he let out a defeated grunt and walked towards a far wall of the Crest. He slammed his hand onto a button and the door whizzed open to reveal a spare bedroom with three cots. A hope-filled, bright smile lit up your lips.

He was going to let you stay.

"You can sleep here. You'll earn your keep how you promised, but what I say goes, is that clear?" He ordered, staring you down. Your smile widened, and you noted to your memory the soft side the Mandalorian had that you'd bet only a few people had seen.

"I can't thank you enough, Mando," You responded, and he could see that you meant it. You handed him the child and moved to set your satchel, all that was left of your life, in the room he'd opened.

"Don't mention it." His voice of gravel ordered, and you heard him walking away. You couldn't ignore the sense of safety that he radiated, especially because you hadn't felt safe like this in years.

Thinking he was gone, your smile dropped as you sank onto the cot and rested your head against the cool metal.

"I'm free," You whispered, almost to ensure it was real. A genuine, small smile worked its way onto your lips and into your soul, "I'm free."

The Mandalorian watched from the other side of the ship, and he couldn't help the way his heart tugged. He didn't understand why, but Din knew he cared more than he should have to make sure you stayed free, to make sure you'd smile like that again.

|||

You'd only meant to stay for a little while until you had enough credits and resources to make it on your own. And yet, here you were. It had been months and you still hadn't found a way to leave Din and the child.

He had found ways to make you stay. When he got used to your presence, he found that jobs often went easier with your expertise in stealth. The two of you became a team, and with the child it almost felt like...

Your mind stopped at the word that wanted to come next. Family. You hadn't had one in years, and it scared you because you knew you could do this forever. You'd begun to fall in love with Din Djarin the moment he'd picked up the child for the first time, and by now you were properly whipped.

Once the two of you had the bounty secured away, Din turned to you without leaving room for argument, "Sit down."

You did as he instructed, settling down on the cot in your room as Mando grabbed a med kit and walked back over to you. Even as he sat on the cot across from you, his massive frame shadowed your smaller one.

"Give me your arm," He said quietly, his voice sendings shivers racing down your spine that only worsened when he took your skin into his gloved hands.

He inspected it for a moment before humming, "It's not deep, it should heal quickly without bacta."

You were silent as he worked, something out of the ordinary for you and he knew it. As his skilled hands worked quickly, his modulated voice reached out to you, breaking the silence.

"What is it?"

You knew what he meant. Knowing that he could see through every lie you threw at him, you sighed and settled for the truth.

"Today...scared me."

The words surprised your Mandalorian as he went still before you, his hands faltering with the bandage for only a moment before he continued wrapping your cut.

"The hunt did?" He prodded. You shook your head.

"Seeing you lying there..." You began, and shook your head, the image stuck in your brain, "That's going to haunt me for a while, Din."

He tucked the end of the bandage in, and you kept your eyes down on his work. You couldn't stand to meet his masked-gaze, he'd see the emotion working its way through your eyes. One of his gloved hands hooks under your chin and tilts your head up softly to meet his gaze.

"You saved my life today," He said softly, his thumb brushing gently over your skin, "As much as I hate to admit it."

His words had their desired affect and you laughed softly, shaking your head at him as your soul lightened. Din was right, he was alive and well and it had a lot to do with you. The thought calmed you, but you couldn't hide the way it still scared the very depths of you.

"I should be apologizing to you," Mando started, but you cut him off.

"Din-"

"No, shut your mouth and listen to me for once." His voice was sharp, and it made you go silent with surprise. There wasn't cruelty or anger in that tone. Instead, you found it wavering with what you could have sworn was fear.

The Mandalorian moved his hand from your chin to hold more of your jaw, and with the movement you could hardly think straight, "I almost got you killed today. Had I woken up seconds later, you would have been that Trandoshan's target and not the other way around."

The words made your mouth go dry, and you tried to protest them but Din held you jaw with a gentle firmness and shook his head. It wasn't often that he preferred to do the talking, but you could see how bad he needed you to hear him.

"I'm sorry, cyar'ika. I'm so sorry"

You were stunned into silence. You'd never heard him say any of those words before, not sorry and certainly not cyar'ika. You knew what it meant, and it made your head spin. Slowly, so not to startle him, you lift your hands and rest them on the cool beskar of his helmet. He goes still and you can't help but smile softly at him

"There is nothing to forgive, Din."

His hand drops from your jaw and somehow finds its way absently resting on your waist. The touch sends fire shooting through you, and you have to blink a few times to focus.

"Besides, if I could count the number of times I almost got you killed..." You sentence ended naturally as you laughed softly, and he joined in. The sound was honey to your soul and it made you remember that you'd rather be here than anywhere else in the galaxy.

Much to your disappointment, he pulled away and stood surveying you through his mask, "I should go check on the kid. Get some rest."

And then he was gone, and you spent the rest of the night wondering what in the stars you were going to do.

|||

You docked at Tatooine soon after, the ship in dire need of a tune up.

The last few days had been strange. You'd thought the near death encounter would continue to keep the two of you close like it had that day in your room, but he seemed to be ignoring you at any and all costs. He only spoke to you when he needed to and even then it was clipped and short.

By the time you saw Peli, you were dying to slug him over the head with one of her wrenches.

"Well, well, if it isn't my favorite band of three," The mechanic greets, jogging out to meet you with a smile, "Where's my baby?"

Mirroring her smile, you handed the kid over to Peli who eagerly tucked him close, stroking his long ears and cooing to him softly, "I only tolerate you two for him, you know."

The two of you knew better.

"Can you watch over him for a few hours? We have business here." Mando gruffly stated. You furrowed your brows and glanced over at him.

Business? He hadn't mentioned that to you. Then again, he barely mentioned anything to you these last few days.

"Go, go," Peli shooed, already turning around and walking with the kid back to her lodgings, "He and I will make sure the Crest is all fixed up, won't we precious thing? He loves his favorite aunt, doesn't he?"

Aunt, which would make you and Mando his...You brushed away the thought, not letting it bring you hope or joy. You smiled once more at the mechanic before following Mando as he quickly exited the hangar.

"What business do we have?" You asked. He almost seemed like he was not going to reply before he did so without even glancing at you.

"You'll see."

Your patience was waning, but you went along with it nonetheless. You hadn't been walking long on the desert planet before Mando ushered you in a bar nearby. The business ended up being nothing more than a job hunt, leaving you confused as to why the Mandalorian was being so stand-offish. He'd collected a new round of pucks and then left you to spend your evening alone however you pleased. You didn't know where he went and you didn't quite care. He was being an asshole to you, so you could return the favor.

You returned rather quickly to the hangar and the Crest, finding there was nothing better to do. After a few hours of cards and gambling with Peli and her droids, Mando still hadn't returned and you decided to go ahead and tuck the child in for the night. Bidding you friends goodnight, you hoisted the kid into your arms and climbed the hatch to the Crest.

"What's going on with you father, hm?" You asked softly, bouncing him in your arms. He stared up at you with wide, dark eyes, drinking in every word you spoke.

You walked him over to his makeshift bed, sighing as you settled him in it. You spent a moment longer tracing a finger down his wrinkled skin, a saddened look flickering in your gaze.

"He's going to be the end of me," You whispered, and could've sworn the kid's eyes softened on you. You leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to his brow and walked out of his room, "Sweet dreams, little one."

When you shut the door, your eyes traveled to the bandage still tied securely around your wounded arm. Although Mando assured it would be alright, it hurt like hell. You made your way into your room, grabbing a med kit as you went. You set the kit down on your bed and opened it, about to tend to your would when you heard footsteps and then the hatch closing to the Crest.

Your heart leapt into your throat and you stepped away from the med kit and out of your room, your eyes traveling over the ship until you saw the flash of beskar in the dark, "Finally, you were starting to worry me."

"I'm sure I was," came Din's response, but his voice made you freeze.

You watched in shock for a moment as he turned and stumbled slightly as he walked towards where you stood. With wide eyes, you barely could speak, "Are you...drunk?"

The Mandalorian came closer to you, his massive body making you take a few steps back. He kept advancing until your back was pressed against the cool metal of the Crest's wall.

"Din," you whispered, your heart racing as he stopped before you, settling his forearms above your head and caging you in. You could hardly think straight with him like this.

"Close your eyes, cyar'ika." His voice came, low and rough and gentle and slurred.

"Din, what-"

"Close your eyes." He ordered again. With him this close to you, your inhibitions were all but gone and you did as he asked, shutting your eyes. Before you, you could hear him let out a long sigh.

"I was thinking," He started, followed by the moving of his arms away from the wall. You furrowed your brows at the absence of his presence, but before another thought could leave, you heard a sound that made your heart stop and your mind go blank.

You heard him take his helmet off.

"Din, you're drunk-" You couldn't make it past that before he was cutting in. He's never taken his helmet off around you, it was the creed. It was his life. He'd regret this in the morning.

"Shut up." He murmured, his body heat returning close to you. Your eyes stayed firmly shut as he told you too, that way it wouldn't break the code he lived by. You felt his hands touch your neck softly and jumped slightly in surprise at the absence of gloves, "I know what I'm doing. Just keep your eyes closed, mesh'la."

His skin. His skin was touching yours.

Your breathing hitched, and you knew when he settled those bare, rough hands onto your jaw that he did so in a manner to feel the thrum of your pulse in your neck. It was wildly racing, quicker than it ever had.

"I was thinking," He started again, running his thumbs over your skin and forever ruining you from contact with anyone else ever again, "That you almost died."

His low voice had taken on an edge of sadness and you nearly opened your eyes out of habit, but forced them to stay closed.

"You almost died, and I never got to know what those pretty lips of yours tasted like"

What in the stars was happening? Was this real? Were you going to wake up and find it was all a dream in a few moments? Or was this finally putting the last few days into context? Even after your talk, the hunt had messed him up and haunted him just as it had you. And now here he was, his breath fanning across your skin and his lips almost brushing against yours.

You never imagined this would happen, not in thirty lifetimes did you think you'd ever know what it would feel like to press your lips against Din Djarin's.

And yet, in the next second, you knew.

Without warning, he captured your lips with his and pressed his body against yours, keeping you against the wall. He grabbed your hands in one of his, pressing them together over your head to keep you from touching his face. As his lips worked desperately, hungrily, passionately against yours, your knees buckled and his free hand slipped around your waist, keeping you from falling.

This had to be a dream, it had to be. This couldn't be real, but it was. You knew that he was drunk and that he'd probably not remember this in the morning. You tried to pull away, tried to force yourself to stop but he held you fast, crushing your body against his and making you forget your own name with his tongue in your mouth.

You didn't want it to end, but you knew it would have to eventually. It would end and you would have to go back to pretending like you weren't in love with him.

As if you'd brought it about by just thinking it, Din's lips left yours. He wasn't kissing you, but he stayed so close that his nose touched yours.

"I'm sorry," He breathed, his lips brushing against yours.

And then he was gone.

You stood there with your eyes closed long after you heard his bedroom door shut. You cursed every star in the sky, because now that you knew what his skin felt like, every moment without it touching you was pure and unbridled torture. This torture was worse than any you'd felt under Master Finon Kane and his troopers.

When you slept that night, you dreamt of Din's lips on yours.

|||

In the morning, you didn't know whether or not Din was going to continue ignoring you, address what happened last night, or pretend like the last few days haven't even happened. When you greeted him in the belly of the ship and he he greeted you the same as he has for months before heading off to find bounties, you realized it would be the last option.

Anything was better than the blatant ignoring, but having him act normal around you was horrific in itself.

"Hey little guy," You greet the child, a smile on your lips as you reached down and stroked his ear. He giggled up at you just as the Mandalorian walked up the hatch and into the Crest.

"So," You began, watching him set down the bag of pucks he collected in town. He goes still for a moment, but keeps his helmet firmly away from you.

"So," He repeats, sounding utterly anxious but trying to play it cool. It makes humor curl in your gut and you decide to push you luck.

"What's the plan for today?" You ask, and from the sigh he lets out you can see he was expected something regarding last night.

"Picked up some pucks in town, we can go through 'em and see what we can do." He responds. You nod, reaching down a hand and letting the child play with you finger.

"So getting drunk isn't in the cards, then?"

The sharp intake of breath from the Mandalorian nearly makes you crack with laughter. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep your humor at just the smile on your lips.

"No." Din replies gruffly.

"That's a shame," You sigh, looking up at him finally to find him already facing you and the child, "I like drunk you. He's fun."

"I shouldn't have done that, I'm sorry." He states, making your humor dissipate in record speed. You hold his beskar-covered gaze for a moment, feeling the phantom scrape of his calloused hands on your skin and the touch of his lips to yours.

"Which part?" You ask, holding your breath in a way that made it clear whatever he said next would cement something between the two of you. He stays silent for a long while before walking up to you, the child between the two of you. He reaches down and strokes the kid's head lovingly before looking to you.

"Which part do you want to be the mistake?" Din whispers, the gravel of his tone silky smooth as it caresses you. He's playing with you, you suddenly realize. You played with him with the drunk comment and he's playing back, testing to see which of you will break first.

You have to smother your smile before it can make it to your face.

"Careful Mando," You respond, your tone barely stable, "You've got a clan of two to protect. I-"

"Three."

He interrupts you with such a sure, calm voice that you almost miss what he says, "What?" You whisper, your teasing gone.

"Three," Din repeats, "Clan of three."

Before you can respond, a nonsensical babble from below makes the two of you look down to see a confused and yet very aware child. His smalls hands are holding your fingers and Din's hand is on his ear, and for a moment it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

But then you and Din come to your senses, and you mutually decide to push off the game of testing the tension until it breaks again.

"We should go through those pucks," Din states, walking away and to the sack he set down earlier. With a smile that you're glad he doesn't see, you wonder how much longer you can go without telling him what he really is to you. You repeat what he said to you in your mind.

Clan of three.

Mando dumps out the bounty pucks, sorting through them as you lean against the wall, your arms crossed and giving your input with each one he clicks open.

"Another mercenary, set on Naboo." Mando announces, the picture of the target hovering over the puck. You click your tongue.

"After the Trandoshan, I think we should take a break from mercenaries," You advise, earning a nod of agreement from Din. He sets the puck aside and grabs another, clicking it on.

"This one's on Tatooine, but I think I'm ready to see something besides this desert planet," The Mandalorian notes, and you hum your agreement.

"Trees would be nice, like on Felucia" You add, an absentminded smile growing on your face, "Or maybe a nice water planet."

"Water and this armor don't go together, mesh'la"

You smirk at him from your spot at the wall, "All the more reason to go."

His sudden laugh is enough to make every sorrow remotely near your mind melt away. Everything is back to normal, everything is going well, everything is beautiful.

Until he clicks open the next puck.

That's when your world comes crashing down.

The silence that settles over the cabin is thick and unlike the comfortable one you are used to. Mando goes as still as death before you, his body taught under his armor. Horror, real and true, washes over every fiber of your being.

Because that's your picture on the bounty puck, and the one who put it out is Finon Kane.

No. No. This isn't real, this isn't happening.

Din says your name, slow and guarded.

No, not when everything was perfect. Not when you'd found your family, your clan.

You begin to shake your head, all of those years of torture and darkness roaring through your mind. You'd just begun to forget it all, truly forget it all.

But you guess it's true what they say, you really can't run from your past forever.

"Y/N, what-"

You're shoving through the Crest towards your room, leaving Din in stunned silence until he comes to his senses and follows.

"Where is it, where is it, where is it?" You mumble, blinding panic tearing you apart as you rummage wildly through your belongings. It only takes a few seconds before your hands close around your satchel, and your chest doesn't loosen even an inch when you lift it and find it still heavy with the item that is dooming you.

You clutch the satchel close and sling it across your body, standing to leave your room only to find Din blocking the path with his massive body.

"Cyar'ika, what's going on?" His voice is commanding as usual, but it holds an edge of panic that you can't deny.

You feel like a cornered animal, and your fingers clutch the strap of your bag tightly.

"Mando, move." You plead, moving to go around him only for him to grab your shoulders and pull you back.

"No, Mando move!' You beg, pulling against his hold, "Din please."

"Stop it!" He orders, holding you fast, his chest heaving with worried breaths. He stares at you for a moment before it seems to click in his mind, "What were you running from?"

You know what he refers to, you mind zipping back to that moment when you stowed away on his ship. Your silent for a long while, your panic not lowering an ounce. You've always felt safe with Din, always. You long to tell him everything, to let him help you because you know he'd never hunt you. You'd feel safe, but you wouldn't be safe.

The Mandalorian couldn't protect you from this, but you could protect him from it.

"I stole something," You whisper, your voice barely above a breath, "And my old master won't stop until he has it and me."

"What did you take?" Mando asks, his tone flooded with calculation as he tries to figure a way out of this, "If we hunt him down first, we can-"

"Din," Your voice breaks as you cut in, placing one hand on the beskar chest plate and longing for the feel of his skin again, "My reaper has come for me. And I can't let him take you too"

Before he can get out another sentence, you use your free hand to search in your satchel until your fingers close around the cool metal of what doesn't belong to you.

Then you pull out the lightsaber you stole and crack the butt of it so hard against the Mandalorian's helmet that he drops to the floor, unconscious.

He taught you that move with a blaster.

And now, you've saved his life with it.

You stand for a moment in silence, your heart slowly shattering in your chest as you look down at the love of your life. Tears cloud your vision, and you look up to see the child looking at you with confused eyes. You break, a sob wracking your body as you bend down to the Mandalorian's slumped body grip his gloved hand, pulling it up to place a kiss to his palm.

"I'm sorry," Your words mirror his from last night, and then you're pocketing the lightsaber that once belonged to the Empire and running out of the Razor Crest.

You're now his bounty, and if he knows what's good for him he'll let this one go.

Let you go.

||| Din Djarin

When the Mandalorian awoke, he was alone.

There was one heart-breaking moment of confusion as he sat up from his slumped position on the floor. It wasn't silent, but there was something missing in the array of noises. There was no laughter, no yelling. There was no light-hearted remarks, no sarcastic punches.

There was no her.

The thought jarred him so deeply from his newly-conscious muddled mind that he shoved himself to his feet, his heart pounding so loud in his chest that he could feel every thrum.

This wasn't happening. She wouldn't have just left, she wouldn't.

He stumbled out of her small room, his gaze wildly shooting around the Razor Crest. The child lay exactly where Din remembered, right before...

What the hell happened? How did he-

The memories came back in a rush—the hand on his chest that had distracted him as her other hand grabbed something from her satchel, something metal and cylindrical. She'd hit him with it, whipped it across his head like he'd taught her. She must've gotten the blaster...no, it wasn't a blaster. It was...it was...

Stars

A lightsaber. She'd stolen a lightsaber all those months ago.

The thought made his head spin and it took a great deal of effort to keep his knees from buckling. Whenever she'd spoken of her past, it had been vague. Mentions of an Imperial encampment even after the Empire's fall, the shoving of her city into slavery, the torture she endured at the hands of her master.

The very thought made him clench his jaw. The first time she'd spoken about this Finon Kane, he'd wanted to find him and slaughter him with his bare hands for ever laying a finger on her. And now...now he had a bounty on her and Din wasn't there to protect her.

The thought spurred him back into action. Din scooped up the child into his hands before rocketing down the hatch of the Crest and towards where Peli worked with her droids. The mechanic seemed slightly nervous, almost as if she was avoiding his gaze.

"Mando, off to do a hunt?" She asked, trying to sound casual and failing. Din didn't falter as he walked up and shoved the child into her arms. Peli startled as she took the kid, looking up at Din with wide eyes. She couldn't see the Mandalorian's face, but it was clear to anyone the pure, guttural rage tangling with a panic he's never known.

"What-"

"Where did she go?" He demanded. The mechanic sputtered for a moment, holding the child close.

"I don't know what you mean," Peli tried, and Din almost growled.

"Peli if you don't tell me where she went I will rip your tongue out," Din snarled. The woman looked at him desperately, her gaze torn.

"She told me not to tell you, Mando. How do I know you're not going to..." Her words died out and it took every ounce of Din's restraint to keep from yelling again.

"Hurt her?" He finished for the mechanic, his voice just as lethal when it was quiet, "She's in danger, Peli. Real danger, and if you don't tell me where she went someone else is going to find her first and she'll...she'll-"

He could't get the words out, couldn't hide the panic flooding his tone. Din didn't know what he'd do if someone else found her first, he couldn't even comprehend that she wasn't with him right now. He didn't think he'd ever have to know what it felt like for her to be absent. The mechanic softened immediately, letting out a long sigh.

"She didn't say exactly where she was going," Peli finally admitted, holding the kid tighter, "Just that she needed to get as far away as she could as fast as possible. When I asked, she said something remote, something green. She took the spare ship in the hangar an hour ago."

Mando didn't need an exact answer to know where she was going, he knew. With a brisk nod of his head, he gestured at the kid as he walked towards the Crest, "Watch him for me?"

Peli nodded, "Of course. Do you think she'll...do you think she'll be okay?"

The Mandalorian stopped, looking over his shoulder slightly so that the mechanic was in this peripheral vision.

"If she isn't, I'll burn the planet down."

With that he was getting on the Crest, his heart hammering in his chest and fear, real fear, flooding every part of his being. He shut the hatch and practically vaulted into the cockpit. Din threw himself into the captain's seat and swiveling to face the control panel. He didn't hesitate as he put in the coordinates. She mentioned trees earlier, and he knew the way she thought, knew she was smart enough to go somewhere with more jungles than cities right now.

Felucia.

He'd go, he'd find her, he'd knock her upside the head for running away from him, and he'd get her back.

And stars help anyone he’s found has so much as touched her.

||| You

It was strange, being on the run again.

Even though it hadn't even been a full year since you last were sprinting from your reaper, it has felt like a lifetime because of your company. Time slowed down with Din Djarin, and for a long while you felt safe, protected, home.

And now you were scrambling around, planet to planet, in the dark alleyways and through dense, uninhabited forests to put distance between you and...

You stopped for a moment, your back pressed up against a tree in the rich, winding forest of Felucia. Who were you trying to put distance between?

Finon Kane, his squadron of stormtroopers, and the only real family you've ever had.

That last one sent a spear of heart-wrenching pain racketing through you. Typical, so very typical, to find something so worth having and to think the galaxy would let you keep it. This galaxy was cold and cruel, it was a better thief than you'd ever be and you knew it, you knew it. And yet you let yourself get close anyways. It's a strange thing what love can do. It made you reckless enough to think that for once, just once, the galaxy would let you make it away with what you found.

It turns out you aren't as good of a thief as you thought, because the happiness you stole has been returned, and your time playing at a good life has run out.

You picked up your brutal pace again, trekking through the jungle and refusing to stop for even the barest of needs unless it was unavoidable. This would never end, this hunt. As you moved, the lightsaber in your bag banged against your hip, reminding you of what had gotten you into this mess in the first place.

You shouldn't have taken it, you really shouldn't have, but you couldn't stand to watch Master Kane take another slave's life with a weapon that didn't belong to him. He'd found it in the rubble of the fallen Empire and he thought he was entitled to it. It had been used as a weapon of terror during the Imperial rule and then after because of your master, and taking it? You'd not only done it so the weapon could be given back to the New Republic where it belonged, but because after everything he'd done to you, after all of the scars you bore because of Finon Kane, you'd wanted to hurt him. You had wanted him to feel every ounce of pain and desperation you had, and for that cause, you were willing to pay the price that was now due.

The jungle-covered planet would do well to hide you for a little while, give you time to gather up some credits in case you needed to run again. You walk around a grove of trees, the jungle beginning to thin the closer you get to a city. As you do, a sound you're all too familiar with makes you stop dead in your tracks.

A steady beeping, consistently increasing as it gets louder.

A tracking fob.

You barely have time to scramble around to the back of a thick tree when a blaster sounds out behind you, singing the side of the tree where you'd just been standing.

"Come on out, thief! I get more credits for bringing you in alive." The gruff voice of a bounty hunter wafts out to you, a hint of smugness in her tone.

Your mind is grappling for options as you sprint away from your tree and towards another thicket up ahead. Your feet are silent on the grassy floor and you deftly miss any roots in your path, so the bounty hunter doesn't notice you at first. When she does, it's made known by the firing of the blaster at your back.

Gratefully, the hunter has horrible aim.

Blast after blast burn into the trees around you, so you continue to stick close to them as you run. How the hunter found you is incomprehensible, but you don't waste time worrying about that matter and sprint for your life towards the city that thrives just outside the jungle's end. The only tricky thing would be making it across the large clearing between the end of the trees you were approaching and the city gates up ahead.

"Get back here!" The hunter shouts to you, falling further and further behind.

You allow the hint of a smile, but don't dare to slow down. The end of the jungle is growing nearer, and it's only a minute or so of sprinting before you're at the city g-

Another bounty hunter steps out from around the last tree in the clearing, a blaster held lazily in his hands. You skid to a stop so suddenly that your feet slip on the floor and you have to catch yourself with a hand to the jungle floor to keep from falling on your ass. You whirl around to go back the way you came only to come face to face with the other hunter ho had already been pursuing you approaching, her chest heaving with breath but her blaster lifted nonetheless.

"Nowhere to run, thief," The one behind you lilts, his voice heavy with experience and sounding almost bored, "Surrender now and I'll let you keep your life."

"I saw her first, the bounty's mine!" The first hunter grits, her eyes flicking from your face and to the hunter behind you. You turn halfway to keep them both in your vision, your heart pounding in your chest.

"You would've lost her if it wasn't for me," The other counters, both of their blasters lowered slightly. You would make a run for it, but you're directly in the middle of the quarrel, and they'd have you dead in seconds. So, you do the only thing that can save you, the thing you've wanted to do for months now.

You pull the lightsaber from your satchel, clutch it in both hands, and turn it on.

The argument between the hunters dies as a burning blade, as red as death and blood and anguish, ignites into the green of the forest. The two colors clash, one seeming wrong with the other, but you clutch it nonetheless and move before they can lift their weapons again.

"That's a..." The male hunter stands shell-shocked, his words dying as he watches you advance on the female hunter who has already begun firing at you.

You're clumsy with the foreign weapon, but her bad aim and you're mild understand of how to move the saber allows the blasts and blade of the same color to clash as they collide, saving you from the death her weapon assures.

Her weapon may bring death, but yours is death.

She nearly blasts your head off, but you manage to shove the lightsaber through her middle before she gets another shot out. Her strangled gasp followed by the thud of her body into the ground nearly makes you falter, but the sound of the other hunter approaching snaps you out of your own mind. It was you or them, you assure yourself.

You'd wounded the other hunter quickly, grounding him before turning the saber off and sprinting for the city ahead. As you did, you shoved the blade into your satchel and barreled through the open gates, the merchants and travelers bustling through gasping and yelping as you shoved through them. The second you were inside, you stopped running and allowed yourself to meld into the crowd, walking in their flow and moving in their manners. It was mere seconds before you were blended into their midst, the only difference between you and them being your heaving chest and singed clothes from a blast or two that got dangerously close.

You thought you'd made it out before a figure shot out of the alleyway you were passing.

A gasp left your lips as they grabbed you and tugged you inside faster than you could comprehend. Before you could reach for the saber in your satchel, the bag was ripped clean off your shoulder, nearly dislocating the limb in the process and making a cry of pain leave your lips. The sound couldn't even make it fully out before you were being pressed against the sand wall of a building with the steel edge of a blade at your throat.

Your eyes were wide and wild as they took in your surroundings—two hunters surrounded you expectantly, not counting the one holding you at knifepoint. They must have agreed to a split bounty and a temporary alliance.

"Check the bag," The one holding you grunts out. On command, one of the two standing around you searches the bag he'd ripped clean off, his hand rummaging through until a sickening smile lit up his lips. Slowly, he pulled the lightsaber out.

"It's here." His response was smug and nauseating. You knew this was going to happen, but you thought you'd have a least a bit more time before it did.

"Haven't seen a real lightsaber before," The other muses, the two of them in the back looking over the silver and gold-plated handle, "You're going to make us rich, girl"

"Give it-" You struggled against the hold of the hunter only for the knife to cut down into the tender skin of your neck, making your words collapse into a breathy cry of pain. He kept the knife embedded slightly into your skin, his eyes boring into yours as a smirk captured his lips, "Move again, and I'll knick an artery on accident. Then, we can see how long it will take for the life to drain out of your eyes."

The word accident rolled off his tongue with a promise, and you fought back a shiver of fear. The press of the burning steel in your flesh was agonizing, and you realized all at once that you were going to die. Whether it was here and now with this group of hunters or when they handed you off to Finon Kane, you were going to die.

The thought made your body grow suddenly cold.

You'd spent so many years thinking that you'd never have a family again, that you'd never know what it meant to love and be loved. It became your bleak reality, and then you quite literally stumbled into the two individuals that would become your entire world.

It was selfish of you to stay, so damn selfish. Deep down, you had known that Kane would put a bounty on your head, that he'd find you one day and make you pay for every bit of trouble he'd endured because of you. Yet you did it anyway. You stayed and you let yourself grow attached beyond hope.

You let yourself fall in love, and that was possibly the worst of the sins you'd committed.

And, just like the other sins, you had thought you could run from that one, thought its penance would never arrive. Now here you were, facing death at the hands of those in the very same profession as your Mandalorian while he was far away on Tatooine, probably wondering what had gone wrong. You knew you'd hurt both him and the child by leaving, but you would rather they be hurt and alive than dead.

"Now," The one holding you announces, stepping back and easing the knife out of your throat, "It's time to bring you to your master in top shape."

You barely had time to register the warm blood trickling down your neck from the cut of the hunter's knife before his fist was cracking against your cheek. The force of the unexpected blow slammed your head into the wall and brought you crashing to the ground. Your groan was just out of your mouth when the next blow came, this one to your ribs. A cry of pure agony slipped out as a loud crack resounded amongst your rib cage with the powerful kick, making tears collect in your eyes.

You felt utterly helpless as you desperately tried to lift yourself off of the ground, but you were so tired. You were utterly exhausted, and it took every ounce of your strength to pull out your beskar knife and slash the tendons along the back of one of the hunter's heels. Purple blood sprayed and he shouted, collapsing to the floor beside you.

"Get back here, you little bitch!" One seethed, grabbing you by your hair and yanking you up to your knees. Before your eyes could focus on where he was, you slashed with your knife. He must have seen it coming because he grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip.

"Drop the knife," He growled, one of his hunter companions still on the floor clutching his ankle and the other standing by the one who held you, the lightsaber handle in his hands.

"Give me the saber," You bargained breathlessly, your voice crutched with torment.

The hunters didn't like that very much, and the one holding the saber slammed it against your cheek. You took the hit with a groan, enough pain already crawling through you that you barely even felt it.

"This isn't a negotiation," The one holding you gritted, "Drop. The. Knife."

It was stupid, and you knew that you should just listen at this point, but you couldn't stop yourself from lifting your chin stubbornly and holding his gaze, "You'll have to break my hand."

"With pleasure," He snarled, his grip tightening on your wrist. Before he could snap it, a low, modulated voice rasped into the alley.

"Break her hand, and I'll make sure your death is the slowest."

You shut your eyes instantly, your shoulders loosening with both relief and agony. He'd come for you. Din had found you, and you couldn't stop the bittersweet feeling crashing through your soul. You wanted to hate him for it, wanted to scream at him and knock the sense of your desertion into his brain. But you knew you weren't capable of hating Din Djarin, not even if you wanted to. Especially not now as he stood like a dark angel in the entrance to the alleyway, glowering with rage wholly directed at the hunters left standing.

"This is our bounty, Mandalorian," The one holding the lightsaber sneered, "Find another-"

He was dead before his sentence could complete, his neck twisted at a wrong angle from where Mando had snapped it with his bare hands.

That made the one holding your wrist let go of you instantly.

"Y-You can have her, she's all y-yours Mandalorian." He stumbled back, running into his downed companion who had finally managed to limp to his feet.

Din didn't respond as he stooped slowly, grabbing the lightsaber and slipping it along his holster. He was as silent as death as he stalked up to you, his beskar clinking slightly in the tense silence. You were still on the floor, your skin bloody and your heart pounding so fast you thought it would burst. You wanted to crash into him and hold him, never letting go. You wanted to let him take you back to the Razor Crest and help you figure all of this out. You were safe with him. But he wasn't safe with you, and neither was the child. You had to protect the child, you had to protect Din.

The two remaining hunters were frozen in terror, trapped in the dead end alley like cornered prey. Din stopped in front of you, his mask peered down at you as his hand reached out. Much gentler than you could even imagine, his hand softly gripped your chin and tilted it upwards and to the side so he could see the blossoming, nasty bruise on your cheek.

His gentle fingers were in a fierce dichotomy with the rigid, furious posture of his body. Mando slid them down, leaving lightning where he touched as he lightly traced the cut in your neck. Your gaze locked with his mask, and he held it for a long minute. Then, he dropped his hand and cocked his head over at the two hunters.

"Which one cut you, cyar'ika?" His voice was dark and tender all at once, and it sent a shiver racing down your spine.

"The one limping," You responded without hesitation, your eyes up on him as he nodded once and began to stalk towards the two hunters.

Confusion rippled across their features, and the one who hadn't cut you was quick to shove his ally in front of him. Their loyalty only ran monetary, and even though you knew it wouldn't save his life he had to try.

"What are you doing? I t-thought you were a hunter!" The hunter who the Mandalorian had his sights on was shaking with terror, and it brought you a wicked sense of justice.

"I am."

The next few moments passed in a mess of beskar and knives and blood. The last remaining hunter could only watch in horror as Din ripped his colleague apart with a confidence that could make any skilled fighter wary. The man's pleas and cries were shrill, and the people on the main road were wise enough to keep walking as they passed.

Then, it was quiet. And Din turned to the last hunter pressed against the wall across from you.

"No, please. I'll tell you anything you want, I'll give you anything please!" He begged, but his hurried words were cut off by Din's hand on his throat. He tugged the hunter close, his beskar helmet splattered with blood.

"If you find anyone taking her bounty, tell them what happened here. Make sure they know they will suffer the same fate. Understand?" Din's tone was taught with thinly veiled anger, and you could tell that it was an effort to keep from killing the man.

The hunter nodded briskly, his eyes wide and his legs trembling. When the Mandalorian finally released him, he was sprinting out of the alley, leaving a tense silence to settle over the two of you that remained. Din turned towards where you still sat on the ground, and as he walked over you were suddenly aware of the conversation that was about to happen, the anger he was about to rain upon you.

Mando extended a hand down to you, which you took and gladly accepted his help as you stood. Your hand gingerly pressed against your cracked rib, every breath and every minuscule movement sending sharp, shooting pain through the area, "You alright?"

"I will be," You nearly whispered, you eyes locked onto his brooding, helmeted stare. There was only mere inches between the two of you, and you knew that if you stayed this close, you wouldn't be able to leave again. You went to step back, but he tightened his hold on your hand enough to keep you close.

"Let me go," You breathed, the words meaning more than just physically.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Din gritted out, his voice conveying the worry and hurt and anger that his mask hid. His voice broke your heart.

"Din, you have to let me go." You were almost begging now, and you could feel the tears welling in your eyes. He shifted his hold so that he was holding both of your hands, probably to keep you from reaching for the saber at his belt.

"Not again," He vowed, his usually collected voice portraying how barely bridled his emotions were, "Not until you tell me why the hell you left me."

You were silent for a moment, trying desperately to find a way to speak without showing just how deeply this was shattering your heart, your soul.

"Did you really think I would turn you in? That I would collect your bounty?" Din asked finally, his voice breaking.

"No," Your shaky voice finally began to work, growing stronger by the moment, "That's the thing, Mando. You wouldn't, which means when these hunters came looking for me, they'd find you and the child."

"You think I can't protect you?"

"Din, I have never known safety until I met you," You swore, the tears collecting in your eyes beginning to fall, "But the man who's hunting me, Finon Kane? He will stop at nothing until he has me and the lightsaber. If I had stayed, I would be giving you and the child a death sentence."

"Y/N, you're staying with me." The Mandalorian asserts, his voice trembling. You shake your head, your tears falling steadier now.

"Din please, you have to leave me here. Protect the child, it's your duty. You have to forget you ever knew me, forget I was ever with you, forget me."

"You think I could do that?" He cuts in abruptly, tugging you closer to show the urgency and truth of his words, "You think I could ever walk away and just forget you?"

His words were dangerous, and you tried to stop him, "DIn-"

"You have ruined me, ner cyar'ika. Every moment I spend away from you is torture, it's a moonless night that never ends."

His words leave you breathless, your eyes wide and your heart stumbling in your chest as you try and fail to find a response. He won't let you speak, though.

"The child and you? You are my clan, my family. You two are all that I have, and I am nothing without you," He's so close now that you can almost hear the unmodulated tone of his voice. Din lets go of one of your hands to rest at the base of your neck and bring your head close to his. What he does next...it's a moment that will forever be etched into your brain.

He brings his forehead to yours, and he leaves it there for a moment. The cool metal of his helmet bleeds into your skin, and you can't stop the soft gasp that leaves your lips. You grab onto his beskar-plated chest for support because you know what this is. On easy nights, Din would often sit and tell you stories of the Mandalorian culture. He spoke once or twice of the Keldabe kiss, a gesture meant to show love and affection. The meaning of this moment was not lost on you, and it nearly ripped out your heart to think that he could...that he could love you back. He possibly loved you and now you were about to die.

"I'm not leaving you," Din murmured, the cool beskar of his mask pulling away from your forehead. You felt the cool metal of something pressing into your hands and you look down to see him handing you the lightsaber, "We'll end this together."

You couldn't look away from him, couldn't bring yourself to walk away again. You were being selfish and stupid, but with what just happened, with what Din had just said, you couldn't leave him.

You simply nodded, "Okay."

Din nodded as well, stepping back from you, "Okay."

There was a moment of tension between the two of you, a moment where each was waiting for the other to say something more, to mention those three words that had yet to be spoken. You watched him walk towards the alley exit, following slowly behind. He'd begun to say some sort of strategy, but you weren't listening. You didn't know what was going to happen next, you didn't know how much time you had. You needed to say it, and you needed to say it now before you lost this chance.

"Mando?" You cut in, making him pause and look over at you as you entered the streets of Felucia, "I love you"

The Mandalorian froze, his muscles going taught. The bustling world around you seemed to dull for a moment, and all that was left was you and him. Your heart pounding in your chest and you felt your breaths getting shorter and shorter as you waited for his response.

You heard Din take in a breath to respond, but someone beat him to it.

"So this is what you've been doing all this time."

It was your turn to freeze, and your gaze was still locked on the Mandalorian's as your eyes went wide with fear, with terror. You knew that voice. You'd know that voice if the galaxy ended and then begun again a hundred times over.

Slowly, you turned to face Master Finon Kane and the six storm troopers that flanked him.

"I believe you have something of mine," Kane cut straight to the chase, his troopers making quick work of clearing the street while he stood not ten paces from you. Your fingers tightened around the handle of the lightsaber still in your grasp, and you saw Kane's eyes dart down to it.

"Hand it over now, and I might consider killing you. Your Mandalorian doesn't scare me."

There was no hiding the blatant horror inundating you. Those words, you knew what they meant. You preferred death to what you knew life with Kane would promise. Staring into his eyes, you were reliving every moment of pain you'd endured at his hands—every beating, execution, and humiliation, they haunted you.

You didn't know when Din had moved to your side, but you felt the nudge of his body next to yours, and it knocked you from your spiral. He was letting you know that he was there, that he wasn't going anywhere. And, looking at the odds, you could honestly say that the two of you had fared worse.

“Stand down and I’ll make your death quick,” you fire back, your voice surprisingly strong. Kane barked out a laugh as the six troopers fell into line behind him.

"You can't kill me, pet. You know it and so do I." With a flick of his fingers, his troopers were moving, two next to Kane and four fanning out in front of us.

"I know that," You responded quietly, but not weakly. Your fingers barely brushed against Din's hand, the movement so small it was imperceptible to those before you, but the way his fingers touched yours gave you the assurance that you were about to make the right move, "But he can."

The troopers couldn't even raise their blasters before Din and you moved on them. The next few moments were a blur, shining beskar and frantic blasts missing their targets as Din cut down the troopers with ease. You could hear feel the blast of the fire caster on his wrist as he incinerated two more.

He had four dead before you could even turn on the lightsaber.

Your eyes shot to Kane's, whose were wide with shock and a bleat of panic when he saw your hands move to grasp the lightsaber before you.

"Don't-"

His cry died in his throat when the red saber born of a bleeding, hate-filled kyber crystal ignited before you. You barely new how to use it, but it wasn't difficult to shove the burning side into the armor of the troopers.

Then, it was silent.

Din sauntered up beside you, standing tall and strong with his helmet cocked intimidatingly at Kane. You didn't turn off the lightsaber, but let its red light cast a vengeful glow across your features.

"You think you're so clever," Finon Kane spat, his desperation betraying him, "You think you could so easily b-"

His words were cut off by the hiss of a lightsaber meeting flesh, and something in your chest loosened as you looked up from where you had shoved the saber deep into his belly. Your old master's eyes were wide and his mouth gaping. He was shocked, he really hadn't thought you could do it.

"For every friend of mine you slaughtered," You grit out, shoving the lightsaber an inch deeper and making him cry out in pain, "Their souls are avenged."

He was dead before his body hit the ground, and you simply sheathed your lightsaber, looked to your Mandalorian, and walked away. You didn't realize that you were trembling until the two of you walked outside the city gates and Din's hand grabbed onto yours, large and warm and sure. The Razor Crest sat waiting ahead of you, and you nearly buckled and sobbed in relief.

"It's over," You whispered, you eyes dazed and your words no more than a breath as the gravity of what just happened crashed over you.

You stopped walking in front of your beloved ship, turning to face Din as he did you, "I'm...I'm free"

You let out a breathy, wild, joyous laugh and launched forward, wrapping your arms around the Mandalorian's neck. He paused only for a moment before you felt him melt into you, his hands slipping around your waist and holding you closer than life.

"Thank you, Din," You whispered, your words a vow and a prayer, "I am forever in your debt."

His hold on you tightened, one hand slipping up your back to hold more of you to him, "You owe me nothing. Your life is yours to hold, you are no longer in the service of any master."

Tears you hated to acknowledge slipped down your cheeks, and you were glad to be pressed so close to him so that he couldn't see them fall. He knew, though. He knew.

You didn't want to pull away, didn't want to know again what it felt like to be away from him. Eventually, it could not be avoided. You wanted to get on the Crest and fly away from this place, to bring your life back to the normal you'd fallen so deeply in love with, the one with the child and the bounties and the adventure and him. Especially him.

"Now," You announced, your tone light and jovial as you pulled away and looked up at Mando with a smile, "Where's the child? I'm sure he's been miserable without me,"

You began to walk up to the Crest, but you hadn't realized that the Mandalorian hadn't followed you until his voice called out and made you pause.

"He's with Peli, safe and sound."

You stopped in your step and turned around to see Din walking slowly up to where you stood. Something in his tone made your heart jolt. Your voice was no more than an unsure whisper when you spoke next, "That's good."

Din hummed, and the sound made every thought abandon your mind. He stopped in his gait when he was just in front of you, but not as close as you thought he'd be.

"Are we going to...get on the ship?" You asked, for the first time unaware of what he was going to do next.

"We will," He finally responded, taking one step closer to you and suddenly making you realize why he'd left the room that was quickly dissipating. He was torturing you, playing with you, and once again uncaged butterflies swarmed your insides, "But first, I want to talk about what you said earlier."

His voice was low and smooth and sure, in direct contrast to your trembling one as you tried to act cool. He was making you squirm and he loved it, "You'll have to be more specific, Mando."

Din took that last step closer to you, nearly closing the gap as he tilted his masked face down at you in a way that had your head spinning, "You know what I'm talking about, mesh'la."

You grappled for a response, you really did, but you didn't know what to say, didn't know how you could possibly respond cooly to that.

"Look at you, finally the speechless one." His voice was taunting and you could hear the smile in it. He grew more serious as he slowly pulled off one of his gloves and achingly slow brought his calloused hand to brush against your cheek. His skin on yours again almost had you buckling to the ground.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyar'ika," Din's words blanketed over you with such a tenderness that your mind raced to understand what they meant. You didn't have to think long, because Din held your chin and brought his beskar-masked forehead to yours, "I love you too, sweetheart."

In all the years of captivity under the Imperial rule on Corrida, you never thought you'd hear those words again, I love you. They were sacred and seldom spoken, and you had stopped hearing them long before your family was taken from you. And now here you were, pressed close to Din Djarin, a Mandalorian whose ship you stowed away on in pure coincidence, and you were hearing those words be said to you in a way that no one had before.

His voice was quiet and playful as he leaned closer to your ear, "And I've got plenty of ways to show it once you get your ass on the damn ship."

Din stepped back from you and turned, walking to the Crest as if he hadn't just promised you everything you've been dreaming of for months. With your pulse thrumming wildly, you followed after him.

"What about the lightsaber? We need to return it to the New Republic," You called out.

The hatch opened to the crest and he walked in without looking back, "They can wait. I can't."

Your cheeks were warm with a blush as you followed him into the Crest, and you couldn't help but wonder how you'd gotten this lucky, what you had done to deserve this. You didn't know, but all you knew was that you'd waited for long, torturous years to have the freedom of forever, and here it was. Here he was. Din Djarin was your forever, no matter how long the breath was left in your lungs.

Your past had finally died, and the ghosts had stopped haunting you. Your present was now your future, and you'd never look back again.

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bits-and-babs · 7 months

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could i be cheeky and ask for some more mandalorian 👀 preferably touch starved din

✦ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 2: TOUCH STARVED

din djarin x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he's finally reaching his limit.

cw: f!reader, needy din, slightly ooc din to fit the theme, begging, oral (m receiving), cumming early, reference to f oral.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 3: PHONE SEX ⇾

Even a kriffing Miraluka, blind as they are, could see how badly Mando desperately wanted you to touch him. The sheer yearning that rolled from The Mandalorian in waves was enough to shift the midichlorians themselves, the fibres of the galaxy trembling whenever you were near him.

Weeks trapped inside the Crest with Mando, far too preoccupied with the tiny green gremlin to pay attention to his needs had taken its toll on the warrior's mentality. Grogu had been pulling at wires, leaving the ship static in dead space and even managed to find a button that sucked the oxygen from the hangar, resulting in a frantic struggle to restore O-Levels to baseline before your lungs shrivelled. A menace to the galaxy, you’d spent more time with your eyes glued to the tiny, green hazard than you had sleeping.

In turn, Mando was practically trembling with need. He’d let out a shaky sigh every time you sat beside him in the passenger seat, voice-strain evident even with the crackle of the vocoder doing its best to conceal the distress that dripped from each singular-syllable response to your questions.

In deep space with the child finally down in his cot for a much needed sleep, Mando’s leather gloves creak with the grip he tightens around the controls of the Crest. You hear the grains scream under the pressure as you approach, glancing over the map and the coordinates Greef Karga had offered in Mando’s search for the bounty. It’s cruel, barbaric almost, but you swear you can’t see the digits, numbers far too small for you to see from this close… So you place your palm on Mando’s shoulder, leaning over him in an attempt to get a better view.

You'd never admit it, but the way you somehow managed to touch him between the Beskar plates of his armour was completely intentional. It was a guilty pleasure, seeing the stoic bounty hunter crumble simply from the pressure of your fingers. His chest heaves, each muscle in his body stiffening under the weight of your fingers.

Regardless of how heavy the Mandalorian’s stare was, his eyes burning into your skin from behind the tinted visor, you refuse to advance without his request. You pretend not to notice, mouthing the digits of the coordinates to yourself, squinting as though you were unable to see.

It had been weeks of this Loth Cat and Womp Rat game, and poor Mando seems to be reaching the end of his tether.

You finally feel his respove snap when you settle your hand on the nape of his neck, leaning further over his shoulder to ‘check the fuel levels of the Crest was enough to make the journey’. Your fingertips brush the bare skin between the neck of his flight-suit and the edge of his chrome helmet, and Mando nearly doubles over like he's in pain. He chokes out, and you can tell he's already hard, his cock straining against his flight suit.

"Please, please fucking touch me,” Mando’s voice sounds utterly pathetic, a far cry from the vicious warrior that blasted through whole packs of assassin droids.”I can't take it anymore, I ca-ahaaa-" he can't swallow the moan that bleeds through the vocoder when you palm his cock though his suit. You can feel the hard curve of his cock twitch against your palm, even though the thick fabric. A rough squeeze sends Mando’s head rocking back against the seat with a quiet, metallic thunk.

“It feels like you’ve missed me,” you murmur quietly, feeling his hips jerk against your touch when your voice reaches his ears. Prickling arousal bleeds across your skin at how reactive he is, the usually stoic figure shaking himself apart under your touch.

“M–Missed you so much,” he admits, and you’re almost certain you hear the strain of his teeth from grinding them together, “Hah– Need to feel you on me, nee-d to be in you.”

Offering a soft hum of acknowledgement to his suffering, you spin his seat around slowly. His head seems loose on his shoulders, unable to hold it upright when he sees you sink to your knees in front of him. You almost feel sorry for him, watching how he frantically scrambles to free his cock for you.

The first drag of your tongue against the arch of his shaft has Mando panic-stricken, his hands grasping the arms of the seat when his dick throbs heavily against your taste buds.

“Fuck–” He growls, practically choking on his own voice, “C–Can’t!”

“It’s okay,” you whisper against a pulsing vein beneath his velvety skin, “We can do it again…”

Pre-cum slips from the ruddy head of his cock at your gentle encouragement, a tortured whine rattling in Mando’s lungs. It’s so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if the sound was bouncing inside the Beskar walls of his helmet.

Carefully, you trace the tip of your tongue against the salty head of his cock, letting out a sharp breath when Mando takes a tight fistful of your hair. His chest is heaving, barely able to keep from slurring his words when he begs you to take him into your mouth.

Slackening your jaw, you hum softly as you take just a few inches. Mando, in what seems like a half hearted attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushes his whole body back against the chair while choking out obscene curses. You’re so slow, trying your best not to overwhelm the poor, devastated man– but the flat of your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and the tip nudging the back of your throat is all it takes to obliterate his self control.

Mando sounds almost winded by the force with which he cums. His balls pull up so tight, the fingers in your hair clenching to the point your follicles scream beneath the grip. Underneath the Beskar armour, every muscle in his body flexes before the cum hits the back of your throat. Spurts of thick, salty seed paint the inside of your mouth, violent jerks of his shaft causing Mando’s head to fall backwards again, whimpering as you swallow down– swallow around him.

“Hoh-Fuck–! Stars,” he babbles, wheezing out your name while the last of his cum drips from his cockhead. Pulling from him when his thighs finally start to seize from the overstimulation, you lean your head against Mando’s trembling knees and giggle. He looks utterly exhausted, slumped in his seat and chest heaving as he sucks oxygen into his lungs.

“Your mouth– hah–” he wheezes out a slight laugh, so unlike the reserved Mando you met in a bar on Corellia. You’d stopped the child from running off into the crowd, and somehow found yourself with the role of babysitting him while following the bounty hunter on his adventures. “It’s so good…”

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement, smiling to yourself at the memory of meeting the apathetic, almost grumpy chrome-man as you brush your palm across his thigh and closing your eyes to sweeten the deal, “So is yours. Put it to use and taste me?” You hear the tnk of his helmet touching the ground soon after.

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Javier Peña: The Shittiest Goodbye

Pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader (she/her; afab)

Summary: Javier has no one saying goodbye to him. No one but you.

He smiled; you could tell even from behind your tears. His golden skin crinkled under his eyes, and he pulled you forward by the waist for a short hug. A really short hug – barely four seconds – before he stepped away and leaned down, gathering a bag in each hand.

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

Warnings: feeeels, crying, kissing, yearning, longing, and all that jazz, one line that can kind of be interpreted as a size kink, but a hopeful ending.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: javi. he's always going to fucking do it for me.

A/N 2: I haven't watched narcos in like four years so if the plot is splotchy, I apologize.

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He had told you in person, which was better than nothing.

“They’re sending me home. Tomorrow morning,” he said, putzing with the plastic chain hanging from the lamp on your desk. Eyes unable to meet yours. “My flight’s at 6.”

And then he walked away, each sound of his step away from you tipping the globe further and further off its axis.

You had known he was starting to take matters into his own hands. You had known said matters were dirty, bloody, and grey. And you had known said hands were now buried in a while lot of shit because of it.

You had known, and you still knew, walking into the El Dorado International Airport, squinting against the rising sun. You knew perfectly well who Javier Peña had gotten himself involved with and what they both had done on each other’s behalf.

The fact of the matter was – you didn’t give a shit, because what Javi was doing was moving the DEA further towards its goal than ever. It was fucking working.

In your opinion, if agents couldn’t get their hands dirty, then they couldn’t catch Escobar. Luckily for you, Javier felt similarly.

And yet, here he was, being sent home. The one person who gave you any comfort in the shitshow that had become your life. The only friend who had remained so every single day, the only one you could count on. The one man in all of South America that actually made you feel safe.

And, arguably, the only person in the entire DEA who truly wanted things to get better, even if it left a mark on his soul he could never wipe away.

These thoughts haunted you as you searched for Javi. For six in the morning, the gates were surprisingly crowded. Your tired eyes did their best to search for his prominent features – chestnut hair, perfectly highlighted with tips of blonde by the South American sun, broad shoulders, high cheekbones, curved, Roman nose, pouted lips, likely leaning on one leg, popping his hip out, with his hands on his waist. You secretly hoped he was in his Levi’s leather jacket.

Your eyes squinted as you peered around, lost in the sea of bodies, children, staff, and flight attendants. Suddenly, the thought of missing him wrapped its coils around you, sending a strange, foreign heat down to your toes and up your scalp. Your breathing heightened, images of him already on his flight, alone, thinking no one cared, thinking no one came from him, began to flood your brain. Your fingers grabbed at your chest, your teeth clamped around the skin of the inside of your mouth, pulling so hard you began to bleed.

He had said six, right? In the morning? Today? Had I heard him wrong?

Had he lied to me?

That thought was too much to bear, too much to process, too much too much too much –

A warm, callused hand wrapped around your forearm. You gasped, heart pounding so loud in your head that the man attached to the hand had to repeat what he was saying. His voice was muffled, his face was blurry, but everything about him was so handsome, and so familiar.

“What the hell are you doing?” he asked in a kind of whisper-yell.

It was like you had taken a sedative, looking at Javier Peña, standing right in front of you. Not gone, not forgotten. Right here. Your nervous system evened instantly, like a bucket of warm, clean water had been dumped over your body.

You smiled at him, despite yourself. Despite the situation. Despite it all.

The edge of his lip quirked slightly, but it lasted quicker than a second, before returning to his usual scowl.

“Answer my question,” he said, pulling you towards him. He didn’t sound mad, just…shocked, and a little terrified. His touch on you was gentle, but firm.

You swallowed; eyes still locked into his. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and grinned at the feel of the leather.

“Only if you answer mine first – did you really think you would get to leave without saying goodbye?”

He huffed, meeting your stare, unable to prevent the drop of humor that had culminated in his eyes. “I did say goodbye.”

“Oh please,” you said, pushing away from him. “That was the shittiest goodbye ever.”

He stayed silent for a moment, before letting out a quiet chuckle.

“Besides, six o’clock in the morning is an early call time for you,” you said. You were proved correct by the dark circles under his eyes. You wondered if he had slept at all the night before. “Had to make sure you actually made it.”

“Right,” he said, and looked around him, placing his hands on his hips. His tone suddenly became serious. “You shouldn’t be here.”

That shocked you. “Are you kidding me? Why not?”

“What if – someone sees you, from the DEA, thinks you were working with me. Then what?”

“Then I fucking deal with it,” you said. “I wasn’t going to let you leave thinking that no one would care that you were gone.”

That froze him, his eyes widening just so. The fact that he was shocked at all by that statement caused a fresh set of tears to line your eyes. It was faint, but it was noticeable.

He sighed, looking down at his shoes, allowing you to notice his bags placed on either side of his feet– a large leather carrier, and a small backpack. For a moment, he looked like he was about to say something, until a voice over the speaker interrupted him.

“Flight to Austin, Texas, boarding group one may begin boarding. I repeat, boarding group one may begin boarding for flight to Austin, Texas.”

Javier glanced down at his watch before pulling his ticket out of his back pocket, reading it over with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m group two. I should probably…”

You nodded, a wave of emotion suddenly rocking you once more. The tears were streaming now, down your face. You tried to wipe them away, put they just kept coming.

He took a step closer to you. “Why the tears, ángel?”

You sniffled, wiping your nose, doing the best you could to collect yourself. Maybe that was a good thing, as it allowed this newfound pet name to go completely over your head. The voice that came out of your mouth was nasally and cracked. “I am going to have to do so much paperwork.”

“I’ll…I guess I’ll see you.”

You kept looking at him. You couldn’t seem to stop. Neither could he.

He opened his mouth, once again about to say something, when the speaker went off again.

“First call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, first call for boarding group 2 for flight to Austin, Texas.”

He didn’t move an inch. There were so many things you were wishing to say in that moment.

Don’t go. Please, don’t leave me here.

I’ll be alone. I’ll be alone, with you away.

I would have done the same thing you did, working with those men.

I understand why you did it, maybe better than anyone else.

I would have done the same thing, in your shoes. A couple times, I almost joined you.

I’ll go with you, and we’ll never go back. Never. Never.

You didn’t say a word, your confidence swirling down and down, deeper and deeper inside of you. Javier licked his lips and turned around, beginning to walk away. Like he did that day at your desk. Like he did however many times you had asked to help him with what he was doing. Like he did whenever the two of you would make eye contact for just a little too long.

At that all too familiar sight, the confidence inverted itself, instead flooding upwards all at once, flooding your brain with a mantra of why the fuck not?

For once, you listened to that voice, and did the same thing Javier had done to you only moments before. You took a long stride forward, grabbed his elbow, and turned him around.

And then, you took his face in your hands, and you kissed him.

Kiss was a stretch – it was more like a quick peck, barely even felt by either party. But it was something, something that got him as close to you as you had always wanted him to be – his breath fanning your face, his chest pressed against yours, a mix of coffee and mint on your lips, which you quickly licked away. Oddly enough, it steadied your heart, calmed you down instantly.

Because you had that now. That memory. Something more than passing glances and quick hugs. A part of you, in that moment, didn’t even care what his reaction was, because that feeling alone was enough for you to live with.

The rest of you, however, short circuited at the fact that he may not have wanted that at all, and you had completely violated him in the middle of a fucking airport.

You looked up into his wide eyes for barely a second before backing away from him, the beginnings of a million sorrys forming on your tongue.

That was until the bags slipped from his hands, landing on the harsh carpeting with a thud. He then rushed forward, using one hand to frame your face, and the other on the nape of your neck to tip your head back.

There was no time for your brain to accept this as fact before he brought your lips to his own, his kiss nothing less than searing, and nothing more than perfect.

You reciprocated as soon as you were able, wrapping your arms around his back to steady yourself. The feeling of his lips upon yours was better than you had ever imagined, better than you had ever fantasized about while he sat in your peripheral vision during meetings. His lips were soft, buttery, and so was his facial hair. It tickled your nose just so, which only heightened when he tilted your head further, licking the inside of your mouth. You moved your fingers to his hair in response, tugging him so harshly into you you stumbled backwards.

It was hot and sweaty, messy and desperate, and neither of you were letting up. Not even to breathe. His hands moving down to your waist felt too good, his chest against yours too real, his hair between your fingers too addictive, his soft groan every time your tongues clashed too vivid, and your lips molding together too perfect.

You were speaking to each other, in a way. Both of your bodies reciprocated every move, grabbing and twisting and pulling, both saying the same thing over and over and over again.

I’m going to miss you so fucking much.

Small eruptions of gold began to spawn behind your eyes, ones of pure pleasure, disbelief, and dizziness. His hands turned greedy now, encompassing the span of your back like it was nothing. The hairs on his face began to burn you, the feel of his warm mouth consuming you.

It was too much, too much too much too much, but it was so fucking good –

“Final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas. I repeat, final call for boarding group two for flight to Austin, Texas.”

It was like a switch flipped in both of your brains at once, propelling the both of you off of each other instantly. He didn’t make eye contact, not even for a second – just wiped his mouth quickly, fetching both bags, and turning from you, walking towards his gate.

He disappeared within the crowd, and you did the same. Turning back towards the entrance, pushing your way through the half-awake travelers, headed god knew where for god knew what.

Your lips still thumped, and so did your heart, so much so that you didn’t really know if you could feel your feet.

There were so many thoughts you could have been having, so much intricacy to the situation, that your brain did the only thing it could – it shut it all down, completely. If it hadn’t, you worried you wouldn’t have been able to pull from him in the first place.

It wasn’t until you made it back to your apartment and set your keys down on your nightstand that the thoughts started flooding in. There were too many to dissect, too rapid to make sense of, but one outweighed them all.

Had he looked back?

In your still hazy brain, that cemented every other question you had, calmed the steady stabbing that had begun to ache inside your skull. You fell asleep, the sun now high in the sky, illuminating your room into a kind of gold. It was a nice change, after a week of grey weather, but you were too gone to the world to notice.

The last thought you had before you escaped to slumber, and the first that you had the second you returned, was all the same: had Javier Peña looked back?

***

He had. Many, many times.

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Beskar and Pearls

Summary: Wearing the luxurious gift the Mandalorian gave you while accompanying him on a business trip turns out to be a pleasurable torture.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ MDNI, teasing in public, Dom!Din, sub!reader, possessive!Din, lots of dirty talk, Din being a sexy arrogant asshole, glove kink, masculinity kink, humiliation kink, hair pulling, unprotected rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies (wtf is a refractory period), a hint of overstimulation

A/N: the most coherent thoughts I have while ovulating. I have no excuse. This is FILTHYYYY I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! Also a big thank you to @thefrogdalorian for making sure it's written in decent English and to @saradika-graphics for the perfect divider 💕

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The Mandalorian has just landed his ship on Nevarro after spending an entire month catching quarries in the outer rim. He has been away most of the time, but he made sure he'd make up for it every time he came back, too proud and stubborn to admit with words that he missed you, but demonstrating it by spoiling you with luxurious gifts and his body.

You look at him in reverential adoration as he dresses in his armour – a blend of his Mandalorian heritage and the many trophies he acquired from his victims, dark red in colour and dented after many close encounters with death.

He's just finished strapping weapons everywhere on his marvellous body when he addresses you.

“Hey. Got this for you. Wear it. We’re going to the market, I have some business to attend to,” Mando says as he hands you a small drawstring pouch he was hiding in his utility belt.

You immediately open it and its content leaves you speechless. It’s the sexiest piece of underwear you’ve ever seen – an expensive-looking black lace thong with just a string of pearls meant to go between your pussy lips.

If he wants you to wear it while in Nevarro, a lawless planet full of dangerous bounty hunters, you will wear it under the shortest skirt you have. The mere thought of his eyes glued to your ass, hoping to get a glimpse of it while being vigilant of other men at the same time, makes your head spin. You let out an aroused sigh and look at him, impassive as always behind the dark visor.

“That should keep you busy,” Mando chuckles and tilts his helmet.

You immediately wear it along with that short, flowy dress that also happens to be his favourite one on you.

“Let me see it,” he says as his hands grab you by the waist. He brings you closer to him and immediately lifts your skirt. He kneels before you and lets out a satisfied hum when he sees the tempting way the pearls disappear into your slit. The Mandalorian lingers there, dark visor trained on that heavenly view as his gloved hands caress your thighs. The sharp contrast between the coarse leather and your delicate, soft skin gives you a thrill of pleasure. You guess – you hope – the trip won’t take long.

His chestplate rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath and maintain his composure at the sight of your perfect cunt dressed in pearls. It’s incredible to see how something so dainty could turn out to be so perverse and sinful.

“Come on. Let’s go now,” he says as he stands up. Now at his full height, his imposing figure resumes towering over yours. You admire him in awe, taking in the broadness of his body and the way his armour magnificently highlights it.

He offers you his hand to descend the ramp and as soon as you start walking, you understand why he said that it would keep you busy. With every step that you take, the pearls pleasurably rub against your clit. You can feel yourself getting wet already. There's an aroused expression on your face that Mando does not miss.

"Are you enjoying it?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes," you answer and bite your lip.

"Good,” you can hear how pleased he is seeing you like that after you’ve barely taken a few steps out of the ship. You know the thought of you being so aroused in public while having to control yourself is making him hard. You decide to play his game, see where this leads.

Mando is walking right behind you, strutting proudly as he stalks you like a hunter follows its prey. You feel his gaze trained on your butt, so you accentuate the swaying of your hips to get more friction from the pearls and to seduce him even further, hoping to get a reaction from him.

"Shake your ass as much as you want, you're not getting anything until I'm done here. You're only getting this scum to see how pretty you are. I like it," he slaps your ass and chuckles. You bite your lip to muffle a whimper.

"See the way they're looking at you? If they dare even think of touching you, their dead body will touch the ground before they lay one finger on you," he whispers in your ear as he grabs your hand and positions it over his blaster.

"You are mine," he growls in your ear as he wraps his other hand around your waist. He pulls you close, until the flustered, naked skin of your back touches his cold beskar chest plate. A thrill of excitement traverses your whole body and goes straight between your legs.

No one would be so stupid to touch you, not when a Mandalorian is claiming you as his, not when you can feel his erection against your ass. The whole thing is making you light-headed with arousal, so much that you start to shamelessly rub your ass against his cock. His hand tightens its grasp around your waist as your head rolls back to rest on his shoulder. You sigh in his neck and his hand trails up and wraps around your throat.

"Behave now," the Mandalorian growls as you feel his fingers tightening their grasp, trying to restrain himself from giving into lust already.

“I want you,” you whisper in his neck.

“I know,” he replies confidently before releasing you. What an arrogant motherfucker. You want to make him so hard he’ll want to bring you back to the ship and fuck your brains out, putting his desire for you before his stupid pride and his business. You want him to surrender to his carnal instinct.

The more steps you take, the more desperate you become for relief from this agonising, yet pleasurable torture. The pearls are stimulating your clit mercilessly, without ever getting you close to an orgasm. Your cunt spasms and clenches and what's worse is that he knows. Mando has spent so long quietly studying his bounties that he can tell by the irregular way you're breathing that you're struggling with the sensation. You bet he's enjoying every second of it, smirking under the helmet.

Just before entering the market area, he pulls you closer to him one more time, making you gasp.

"Now be quiet. You wouldn't want to fuck up my business. Be a good girl," he whispers softly in your ear as you feel his hand on your lower belly—close, so close to where you want him the most. Maker, he’s rock hard. You can feel it. You can’t think of anything else when his erection is pressing against your ass and his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. He lets you go and you enter the market area together.

You try to divert your attention on whatever item they’re selling in the stands but it’s mostly weapons and things for bounty hunters that you couldn’t care less about. You can feel your arousal starting to drip down your legs, making your inner thighs slippery. Your swollen clit is pulsing and begging for attention, but Mando has been clear - you’ll get nothing until I'm done here, and you know nothing could make him change your mind, unless you play your cards right.

He grabs a seat in a beat-up wooden booth, his legs spread wide due to the massive erection trapped in his pants. There is an undeniable air of confidence and arrogance to him when he sits like this, looking so imposing and authoritative. You wish you could just drop to your knees and please him in any way he wants.

"Be my good pretty whore and sit here," Mando invites you to sit on his thigh and you immediately comply. You're so damn wet, you can't keep your legs closed.

"Hmm? Sitting here like this with your legs spread open? Do you want everyone to see your pretty cunt? Better let them know to whom this belongs, don't you think?" he coos in your ear with his husky voice. He knows you're both perfectly concealed and no one could see what's going on under that table. He's doing that just to prove a point—that you belong to him.

You nod mindlessly as his hand cups your cunt and stays there, still, without moving.

"Mando. Mando I need–" you whisper in his neck in a trembling voice.

"Oh. I know," he says, pleased when he sees how flustered you're getting. "Not yet," he growls as one of his gloved fingers trails your slit. He stops right before your clit, making you whimper and grip his arm tight in response. You dig your nails in his flightsuit as he feels how unbelievably wet you are.

"Hey. Behave now," he whispers as a Rodian approaches the booth and takes a seat, greeting him with a nod of his head. He immediately hands Mando a puck.

You have no idea what they’re talking about – you can't focus on anything else apart from the way Mando’s gloved hand holds the puck. You look at his fingers with pure lust, thinking of them touching your clit, pumping inside your cunt, the coarse leather caressing your skin.

You let your hand trail on his inner thigh and he stays surprisingly calm, not flinching one bit as your fingertips slowly slide higher, until they finally meet his cock. He is so unbelievably hard, you feel him throbbing underneath your fingers as you trail them all over his length. The Mandalorian won't betray any emotion, which turns you on even more. He's perfectly calm and collected on the outside, but you bet he'd love to throw you on that table and bury himself in you.

As soon as the Rodian hands Mando a handful of credits as an advance, he leaves.

"Please. Please, I need you," you whisper in his neck.

"I'm not done here. Be patient."

The throbbing need between your legs causes you to ache so badly that you don’t notice another man has approached and taken a seat until he begins speaking with the Mandalorian.

They're speaking in a foreign language, and Mando’s interlocutor does not seem happy. Judging by their tones of voice and gestures, they appear to be negotiating the fee for Mando collecting a certain bounty that the man needs capturing and he is displeased that Mando commands a high price. You’ve learnt over the time you’ve spent with the Mandalorian that there's not much room for negotiation with him. He has leverage since he's regarded as being the best bounty hunter in the outer rim. The way he speaks is so confident, it makes you even wetter how he does not lose composure while the other man is basically yelling at him.

He starts running his thumb on the string of pearls digging in your slit, feeling how wet you are for him as he keeps talking to his client while you're sitting in his lap, doing nothing but looking pretty. You're his slut and he wants everyone to know it, but you have to act cool even as he teases you under the table. You have to control the way you breathe, you can't let even the smallest whimper out. Why is this so hot? Why is he so hot?

In the end, the man hands him a hefty amount of credits and rises from the table with a huff, muttering and cursing as he goes.

"Please, take me back to the ship and fuck me. I won't ask for anything else, please," you whisper sensually in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not done here," he tries to appear impassive, but as soon as you resume your touching between his legs, he jerks slightly. You smirk, satisfied.

"Mando…" you trace the outline of his cock with your fingers, feeling how hard his erection is while purring in his neck. His pants are thick, but as you stop right at the tip, drawing circles on it with your fingertips, you can feel the fabric getting slightly damp.

“You’re so hard…” you sigh sensually as you keep rubbing his cock. You hear a choked grunt from him, now that he can’t focus on his job anymore, now that he’s at the mercy of your teasing. You’re so tempting, acting so shameless in public, the thrill of someone noticing the two of you drives him insane and you know it. You’re finally getting your revenge. You can bet he's close to losing control. Mando is twitching in his pants, his breathing getting heavier and heavier...

"Fuck it." He grabs you by the arm and you rush out of the market and back to the ship.

The Mandalorian doesn't even wait for the ramp to close behind him to bend you over the first crate he finds, kicking your legs open with his feet and freeing his throbbing erection. His gloved hands run up your skirt and position themselves around your hips, keeping you steady for him as he slams into you all at once. He meets no resistance from your drenched cunt whatsoever, leaving you breathless as you exhale in a loud moan. You're crushed between the crate and his beskar body, pleasurably forced to take his thick cock. You're only able to let out ragged groans and clamp tightly around him as he finally gives it to you just like you wanted.

"You. Fucking whore. Couldn't wait for me to finish my business. Wanted this dick so much, hm? Are you happy now?!" his thrusts are furious and relentless, his hips crushing your body against the crate with a devastating force. The angle at which he's hitting you is deep, so deep that you can't even prop yourself up on your shaky elbows. You're just getting brutally fucked without dignity.

"You get so disobedient when you want this cock. Maybe I should just tie you up and gag you?"

You can't even mumble words, too absorbed by the feeling of his cock thrusting inside of you, so aroused at the idea of him using your body for his pleasure.

"You're so wet. Damn. It must have been such a torture, right? To be so wet and turned on? Hearing you beg like that made me so fucking hard. Feel it. Feel what you do to me," he rasps as he rails you deep and hard.

The way the pearls are rubbing against your clit and the perfect rhythm of his thrusts are driving you close to the edge already.

"Mando, Mando, I'm–" you can barely mumble as you helplessly drag your hands against the crate.

"Yeah. Come. Seems like it's the only thing that will make you obedient. You wanted it so much, you can have as many as you want today."

'Thank you, thank you, tha–" your blissful chant is abruptly cut as the orgasm takes control over your body. Your cunt clenches hard around his thick cock and your legs jerk uncontrollably, barely touching the ground as he keeps you still and never stops drilling into you as you ride your high. The pleasure is so intense, it leaves you breathless as your cunt keeps involuntarily spasming around him in aftershock. You're panting against the metal crate beneath you, overwhelmed and reduced to a trembling, feeble mess, the coldness of it is a relief against the hot, flustered skin of your body that won't stop begging for him.

"Is this what you wanted, hm? For me to stop everything I was doing to come here and take care of you? Needy girl. You desperately wanted attention, hm?"

You can only mumble in assent, feeling the way he takes out his rage on you.

"Bet you would've let me fuck you in a dirty fucking alley if I wanted to."

"Y-yes–" you reply in a breathy groan, drenching yourself at the mere thought.

"What a slut. What if someone heard you screaming like that? What if someone heard how wet this pussy is when I fuck it? Fuck, you're dripping!"

For a man who barely speaks in normal circumstances, he sure does like to run his mouth when he's buried deep inside of you.

"Yeah. I bet you'd like it if someone saw me fucking you like the slut that you are," he pants and you start whimpering and clamping around him at the idea.

"I knew it. You're such a whore. But you are mine, and I won't let anyone hear these pretty moans and see this perfect cunt. They belong to me. To me," he growls.

"Yes – yes. I fuck–ing b-belong to you," you repeat mindlessly.

"Does it get this much to get you this wet? Just a string of pretty pearls? Looking so fucking good. So fucking good. Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes, Mando!"

"Shit, you're so tight. You're making me come," he says in a broken voice. His thrusts get erratic, as does his breathing "This cunt is so perfect, so fucking perfect," he emphasises the very last word before bursting, spilling hot and wet inside of you in a ragged groan, whining at how good it feels. His muscles tense and he gets rigid behind you, his head rolling back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! You're so hot. Spill all of your cum inside of me. Like this, yes!" you cry and start touching your clit, so turned on at the sight and feeling of his orgasm.

The sounds he makes as he comes are the hottest ones you have ever heard. The infamous Mandalorian – stoic, imposing and menacing – is getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure you’re offering him. Your drenched, tight pussy is making that dangerous warrior crumble. You’re so aroused, you need more.

"Please, please don't stop fucking me!" you dare asking him.

"I won't," he grunts as he keeps burying his dick deep, so deep inside of you.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, fuck, I need you to fuck me harder, please!" you plead as you feel his cum starting to drip down your hole. "Maker, please!" you say as you start frantically slapping and rubbing your clit as you hear the obscene, sloppy sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, of his hips slamming against your ass.

"I won't stop. Fuck, I want more. I can't stop. You drive me fucking insane!" he growls, resembling a wild beast, completely overwhelmed by lust. You feel his cock still pulsing inside of you as you get even wetter.

"Look at this perfect cunt. You're so full of my cum, damn, you can't ever get enough of it, can you? Fucking cum slut. Look what you make me do. Just came inside of you but I can't stop fucking this perfect cunt. You want to drain me. Are you proud of yourself, hm? Making me so fucking hard in public and teasing me like the whore that you are."

"Fuck, yes, I'm your whore. Your slave. I'm so close, please–" you mutter deliriously while your fingers and the pearls are rubbing against your clit in a wet, nasty mess of your fluids and his cum. You come hard around him once again, strangling his spent, sensitive cock in your tight grasp and hear him grunting, his grip on your hips tightens and his whole body jerks, but he really can’t have enough.

"Yeah. Yeah. Come on my fucking cock, whore. Let me feel it." he encourages you, gritting those words between his teeth, fighting his own oversensitivity, so addicted to the way you feel around him.

He doesn't stop fucking you, not even after your orgasm. He keeps railing you relentlessly. You bring your hand to your mouth and suck your fingers, tasting the bitterness of his cum blended with the slightly salty taste of your fluids on your tongue. Its taste is addicting, the scent heady and intoxicating in the best way possible.

"You taste so good, Mando. We taste so good together," you drawl, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Yeah, I bet we do," he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it to lift your head up, giving it to you even harder, making your eyes roll back in your head. You are screaming, completely entranced by the way his cock is still pumping hard inside of you.

"So damn loud. You like being fucked like this, hm?"

He hits even harder from this angle, keeping you nice and still for him to use as he pleases. You're so busy screaming that you can't even reply to him.

"Yeah. Scream as loud as you want. Let me hear how much you want it. I like it."

You can feel his cum dripping down your legs with every thrust, hearing the sloppy, squelching sounds your bodies make. Mando can't even restrain himself anymore, he’s moaning and sighing at how much he's enjoying it. Your cunt is spasming around him, turned on at the way he sounds.

"You like it, hm? To reduce me like this?" he says in between thrusts.

The truth is that yes, you do. You love making the Mandalorian falter with your teasing, making him so desperate and boiling with lust, he has to leave business to fuck you hard, so hard that any coherent thought leaves your mind. You love it when you can feel the man under all that beskar, when he makes you feel like the most important and beautiful thing in the galaxy.

"Yeah, you do," he answers himself as he slows his rhythm, slipping out of you completely only to slowly bury himself inside of you to the hilt, enjoying the view and feeling of his cock entering into your cunt dripping with his cum.

You bite your lip to muffle your screams just to hear him moaning and sighing as he feels the welcoming warmth of your cunt.

“Mando. Mando, please,” you beg as you feel your legs impatiently shaking as his shaft rubs that perfect spot inside of you with each thrust.

“What?”

“Harder. Please?” you beg, subjugated by that perfect teasing.

He slams into you so deeply that you feel it pulsing against your cervix.

“What? Like this? Hm?” he says as he starts to jackhammer you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chant as you resume touching your clit.

“Greedy whore. Ready for another one? I'm not stopping.”

“Mmmm,” you can only reply as you feel another wave of overwhelming pleasure approaching.

You hear him panting as he gives you a few more violent, deep thrusts, driving you over the edge one more time.

“Yeah. Take it – fucking t-take–” he grunts when he feels your walls clenching around his cock, your orgasm pushing him over the edge, too.

A loud, violent snarl rips through his lips as he comes, filling you with his white, thick load once again. The grip of his hands around your hips turns to steel, your eyes roll up so high all you can see is pitch black as he keeps pumping his cock into you as you both ride your high. The feeling completely obliterates you, turning your body and mind into a helpless, exhausted mess.

A huge, satisfied grin forms on your face as you feel him slowly slip out of you and his cum starts dripping down your cunt and legs.

“Good work," he pants "now be a good girl and wait for me while I go back there. Don’t move one muscle and maybe we will pick up where we left off,” he says as he tucks his spent cock in his cum stained pants, not giving a shit about it, looking at the mess he made of you, disrupted and leaking with his seed. Wrecked, used, marked. His.

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