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deakyjoe · 5 months

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In Sickness & In Health

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no pronouns used but Din does call Reader “cyar’ika”)

Category: sick fic, fluff

Summary: Din cares for you when you're sick.

Warnings: sickness/illness, Grogu being a menace, Din being awkward, cuddling, hurt/comfort, fluff basically

Word count: 1.2k

A/N: I am recovering from a cold.

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You'd woken up sick, quite possibly in the worst condition of your life. Your limbs ached, your head was pounding, your stomach turned at every tremor of the Crest, your throat was sore and you could barely breathe through your nose. Death felt like it was approaching you at any second.

Din insisted that you were being dramatic.

He was sure that you'd just picked up a minor illness from the last planet you'd stopped on for supplies and would recover in a couple of days. He told you to rest and to stay away from Grogu as much as possible, unsure of the strength of the child's immune system.

Which would have been easy considering all you wanted to do was curl up into a tiny ball in the dark and sleep. Unfortunately, the kid was just a little too curious in nature and wanted to see what was wrong with you. And he wouldn't take no for an answer. This caused Din to lock him away in the cockpit with a shiny ball to occupy him for the majority of the time while you recovered.

"I feel bad." You told your travelling companion after Grogu had been shut away.

"You'll feel worse if you give him this disease and he dies." The Mandalorian replied, handing you an extra blanket after assuring you that it was fine that you used his bunk to sleep in.

Your eyes widened in fear, heart beating rapidly in your chest suddenly. "I thought you said this was a common illness!"

"Yes, but he is only a child." He sighed, gesturing for you to lie down. "You will be fine. Now go to sleep."

You mumbled to yourself lowly but did as he said anyway, drifting into a dreamless sleep once Din had closed the door.

You awoke some time later, sweat pouring out of you in floods as you burned as hot as a supernova. In your delirious fevered state you got out of the bunk, laid down on the floor of the hull and fell asleep again.

When you woke up again, a few hours later you assumed, you could feel something touching you.

As your eyes cleared, you realised that Din was sat beside you on a crate patting your head.

Your brows raised in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"Soothing you." He mumbled through the modulator.

"By doing this?" You croaked, glancing up to where his wrist hovered above your eyes.

He paused. "Do you... do you not like it?"

"Don't dislike it." You said. "It's just a little strange."

"The kid likes it."

"Do I look like a green baby with large ears to you?"

He hesitated.

"Don't answer that." You grumbled, turning to bury your face in the thin blanket you'd dragged to the floor with you.

"You were talking in your sleep. I thought it might help."

"Oh." You whispered, embarrassed about what you might have said.

"It was mostly incoherent mumbling."

"Oh." Thank the stars.

"Mostly." There was a hint of teasing amusement to his voice which you were terrified to question.

But you did anyway. "What does that mean? What did I say?"

He ignored your questions. "You should get back into bed."

"Too hot."

"Get back into bed, cyar'ika." He insisted, holding a gloved hand out to help you up.

You did as he said, too tired to argue anymore.

"I'll come back to check on you in a while." Din told you before disappearing to the cockpit again.

You faded in and out of sleep before the Mandalorian came back with a bowl of soup and a restless Grogu at his side a little later.

Worry plagued your mind momentarily as you cautiously eyed the kid. "I don't want to get him sick."

"He missed you." Din replied with a small shrug, handing you the bowl and a spoon.

You smiled down at the kid weakly, glad to see him. He was a nice presence to have around, almost always happy about something. The Mandalorian was the opposite in that regard - always unhappy about something, apart from the child, but was still a nice presence to have around. Overall, the combination of the both of them was making you feel better. A lot better. There was no one else you'd rather spend your sick days with.

The three of you ate in silence, just the occassional babble of nonsense from Grogu as he slurped down his dinner. The warm food made your throat hurt less but despite its temperature, you started to get cold.

You wrapped the blanket more tightly around yourself in the hope that it would help but had little success. So you distracted yourself by watching Din and Grogu interact instead. Maybe the warm feeling they created in your heart would extend to the rest of your body.

The dull hum of the ship combined with the quiet mumbled, very much one-sided, conversation between the two other members of the clan caused you to grow sleepy again. Which Din quickly noticed when your eyelids started drooping and your head lolled to the side a couple of times. So he swiftly put the child to bed and sent him back to the cockpit before returning to you.

"You should go back to bed." He stated, noticing your intense grip on the blanket as he sat you down on the end of his bunk. "What's wrong?"

"I'm cold." You confessed, even though it was pretty obvious by your violent shivering and chattering teeth. "Freezing actually."

Din did nothing for a moment, just stared at you and seemingly contemplated something if the way his fingers twitched at his sides was any indication, before hitting a switch and plunging the hull into darkness.

"What are you doing?" You blinked, suddenly feeling more awake as you tried to adjust to the lack of light.

"Sshh." He replied, the clang of metal on metal punctuating the word for him.

Was he... was he undressing?

"Din, stop."

"I said sshh." His voice was clear, no muffling from a modulator or helmet. His face was out in the open.

You stayed silent until you felt hands land on your shoulders, letting out a small gasp at the contact.

"Lie down on your side." Din mumbled, gently pushing you back.

The protest you had prepared died on your tongue as you felt him crawl into the bunk beside you and settle down at your back as the two of you laid down. He got as close to you as possible, arms wrapping around you and legs tangling with yours.

"What're you doing?" You whispered despite relaxing back against him and embracing the heat he was radiating.

"Warming you up." He mumbled into the back of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"No!" You whined, wriggling a little to attempt getting out of his grasp. "I don't want you to get sick."

"Don't breathe on me then." He answered simply, arms locking around you to hold you in place. "Now go to sleep."

You would've fought more, concerned with his health, if it wasn't for the fact that this position felt good. So good. He was warm and soft and you felt so safe and secure in his hold. Maybe just cuddling for a little while wouldn't be too risky. At least, that's what you told yourself as you fell into a deep slumber.

It only took a couple of days before rattling, shaky coughs could be heard echoing around the ship from a certain bounty hunter's modulator.

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dindjarindiaries · 10 months

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Love Me Louder

summary: Your secret romance with the Mandalorian is put at risk when you find yourself in the wrong place at the wrong time.

pairing: din djarin (the mandalorian) x reader

contains: canon-typical violence, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

rating: T

word count: 3.631k

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The chime of your comm device was akin to a sigh of relief. You reached for it without a second thought, the small hunk of metal close to your lips as you spoke into it. “Hey. You’re late.”

“Nice to hear from you, too.” There was a fond smile evident in Din’s tone and you could picture the soft tilt of his helmet.

Your own lips started to curl up into a grin. “You can’t blame me for getting worried.” You glanced around the dark room, wary. “Where did you land?”

“The usual clearing near the stream, on the forested outskirts.”

“Good. I’m glad that it's still a reliable place.” You took a deep breath and adjusted the satchel at your side. “I’ve got the supplies already, but since I have to cross town, it'll be a little while before I can get there.”

“That’s fine. Take your time.” Din paused, tension straining his voice as he went on. “I need you to be safe above all else.”

Your smile had only grown. “I will be.”

You had started to put the comm device back on your belt when Din spoke again. “And cyar’ika, be aware of the weather.” Your chest fluttered at the nickname, despite Din’s serious tone. “The sky looks like it’s about to open up.”

“Sure. Just be ready to warm me up when I get there.” You had tried your best to fight a chuckle at your cheeky words. Din was rendered silent on the other end of the link, no doubt swinging his helmet away in sweet embarrassment. “See you soon.”

You hung the device on your belt and secured the satchel at your side. One last scan around your home proved that you had everything you’d need for this long-awaited excursion and reunion. You put the hood of your poncho over your head and made your way out of your home, one hand staying on the satchel and the other prepared to reach for the emergency blaster Din had equipped you with long ago.

The town was busy that day, swarmed by merchants and townsfolk alike trying to make their deals before the storm Din had mentioned swept in. The first few raindrops were already falling, though you couldn’t be bothered by it. The crowds would retreat into shelter and you would be able to get through to Din even more quickly. The Razor Crest wasn’t much, but it was a safe haven to both of you, and a little bit of rainfall wouldn’t ruin that.

Only one thing could, and that was the reason you two had made this arrangement to prevent it altogether. No one had ever seen the two of you together ever since your paths crossed in the cantina you worked at many years ago. It was the first time you’d seen each other since those early childhood days in Aq Vetina, and if Din hadn’t remembered you first, you never would’ve known it was him underneath all that beskar. The only other times you had let yourselves be seen together outside the hull of his ship was in low-lit villages on sparsely-populated planets. Many years later, it had still proven to be a reliable method. The love you shared was only for you two to know, other than the little one Din had taken into his charge.

But as the rain started to fall harder upon the townsfolk, you heard a commotion that started to threaten your reliable routine.

As you took a quick glance behind you, you noticed it wasn’t the rain that had people scattering in a panic. A band of three Klatooinians with their blasters drawn went from person-to-person as they strided down the street that was only getting muddier and harder to navigate by the moment. You couldn’t hear what they were saying at first, but when you took a moment to focus in, your blood ran colder than the rain that soaked your clothing.

“Have you seen the Mandalorian?” one of the Klatooinians snarled at a merchant. The Mon Calamari cowered away and shook their head. The Klatooinian growled in frustration and raised their blaster. “Don’t think I won’t know if you’re lying!”

You cursed to yourself and began to weave your way faster through the crowd. Your hand clutched onto your comm device as you lifted it to your lips. “Din,” you warned him, your voice low yet audible above the chaos that surrounded you. “We have a problem.”

There was no hesitation in his response. “What is it?”

“It’s hunters, I think,” you informed him. You glanced over your shoulder and tightened your jaw at their close proximity. “Klatooinians. They’re asking about you.”

Din cursed and you heard a shuffling sound on his end of the link. “Are you okay?”

Your shoulder hit someone else’s and you uttered a quick apology. “I’m fine. They haven’t caught up to me yet.”

“Let’s keep it that way.” Din’s voice was calm, though you could still hear the strain of his worry for you. “Go home and secure every door and viewport. I’ll take the ship—.”

“I can’t,” you hissed, wary of the townsfolk who resisted your movements around them more and more. “They came up from behind me. I can’t get around them.” You took another look and watched one of the Klatooinians catch your gaze. Your heart began to race more as you pushed harder against the crowd. “I’ll keep evading them. You just need to get yourself and the kid out of here.”

“Cyar’ika—.”

“Hey, you!” The Klatooinian’s voice was almost directly behind you. Still, you didn’t stop until the two people in front of you formed a wall that kept you from moving forward. You set the comm device on your belt and turned around, your shoulders set as all three hunters made a slow approach. “You seem to be in a rush.”

“Some of us have places to be,” you responded. Your voice never wavered despite their attempt at intimidation.

“Where are you headed?” another one of them asked.

“My ship,” you lied with ease. You set your hands on your hips in annoyance. “I’m already off schedule, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep heading there.”

“What’s in the bag?” The first Klatooinian ignored your words and pointed at your satchel with his blaster.

“Supplies for my journey.” You made a grand gesture to your surroundings. “We’re in a marketplace, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

The Klatooinian huffed with fake amusement. “You sound defensive for a person who’s not hiding anything.”

“I just don’t like to be inconvenienced when I’m minding my own business.”

The hunter had become enough for you to feel his warm breath on your face, his beady eyes giving you a once-over. He held his blaster on his shoulder as he went on. “You ever seen a Mandalorian?”

You raised your brow and scoffed. “That’s a joke, right?” The Klatooinian’s gaze darkened. “Aren’t they all dead?”

The Klatooinian began to snarl at you. “Clever.” He motioned to the two hunters who flanked him and they lunged towards you before you could stop them. One took your wrists and pinned them behind your back while the other emptied the contents of your satchel onto the muddy ground.

“Hey!” you shouted, your voice full of venom. You pulled at the Klatooinian’s hold on you, but he didn’t budge. “What the hell are you doing?”

The first hunter knelt down and inspected the dirty pile of supplies. All of the food, water, medical supplies, and more you had been saving for Din was now rendered useless. You set your jaw when the Klatooinian’s eyes lit up and he reached for something. You fought to keep your expression unchanged when he lifted the vial of polish you’d gotten for Din to use on his armor and his weapons. “Have some armor that needs polishing?” the hunter asked with a sickening smile.

“It’s for my ship,” you insisted, once again fighting the other hunter’s hold on you. “The amount of credits mechanics charge for that stuff these days is insane.”

The Klatooinian shared a look with his fellow hunters before he dropped the polish back into the pile. “You’re quick on your feet.” He stood back to his full height and began to growl again. “A little too quick.” The hunter nodded at the one who held you back. “Keep ‘em with us. I don’t wanna leave this place empty handed.”

The hunter at your side tore your hood off, releasing the storm’s downpour onto you. It made it much harder to view your surroundings and you had no doubt that was his purpose. The barrel of his blaster remained between your shoulder blades, causing you to lift your hands in surrender. The emergency blaster on your hip soon joined the pile of belongings you were forced to leave behind in the dirt.

The Klatooinians continued their interrogations of the other townsfolk about the Mandalorian. All you could do was hope that Din had followed your directions and gotten himself and the little one off-world. They still hadn’t proven that you had a connection to Din, even if they hadn’t been convinced by all the little lies you told them.

The hunters had almost made it through the entire stretch of the town’s main street when the crowd started parting for someone. Your heart dropped into your stomach when the distant blur became a reflection of silver armor you would usually be relieved to see. Din already had his blaster drawn and raised, but the Klatooinians were quick in doing the same. The one behind you forced you onto your knees in the mud and prodded the back of your head with his blaster while the other two aimed for Din.

“Don’t shoot, Mando,” one of the hunters warned with a venomous hiss, “unless you want their blood on your hands.” The Klatooinian gave your head another prod that drew a grunt from you.

“This is ridiculous,” you spoke up before anyone else could. “I told you, I’ve never seen a Mandalorian before in my life. I don’t know who this guy is.”

“Is that true?” The Klatooinian was still speaking to Din. “Would you care if I asked my associate to pull the trigger?”

The hunter’s blaster clicked behind your head. You closed your eyes for a moment, alarmed by the sound. When you reopened them, the torrential downpour still couldn’t hide the tension that Din had built within himself. Hopefully, it was something only you noticed. “No innocent person needs to die for my sake,” Din spoke up, his modulated voice as even and firm as ever. “They have nothing to do with this. Let them go.”

“Then hand over the child,” the hunter insisted. “A life for a life.”

Din tilted his helmet. “I don’t take kindly to unsolicited deals.” His voice was low and threatening, akin to the thunder that rumbled in the distance.

“My patience is running thin, Mandalorian!” The hunter behind you grabbed you by the hood of your poncho and pressed his blaster against your temple. You clenched your jaw and stared into Din’s visor. You could imagine the widened gaze behind it, one you’d never quite seen aside from the rare glimpse of light that shone even in the darkness of the Crest’s quarters. “Either give us the child or take responsibility for their blood!”

Din lifted his free hand in surrender. “Wait.” He began to lower his blaster to the ground. “There’s no need to deal in blood.”

You started to shake your head at Din. The last thing you needed was him getting either himself or the child in trouble for your sake. It was the whole reason why you kept your love secret for so long.

Din’s blaster was nearly on the ground when he spoke again. “We can find another way.”

The Klatooinian, exasperated, sneered at Din. “And what would that be?”

Din didn’t answer. Instead, he used the hunters’ shared frustration as their own distraction. His free hand caught the handle of his vibroblade in his boot and aimed it for the Klatooinian’s hand. The blaster was knocked away from your head and just seconds later, three telling blaster bolts sounded off from Din’s direction. All three hunters hit the mud at the same time like a simultaneous exhale of relief. You remained where you were both out of surprise and the inability to move in your current position.

The rain was still coming down hard as Din made his approach. He knelt down and held your shoulders, his gloved hands trembling as his visor assessed you for injuries. “Are you okay?” His visor met your gaze. “Did they hurt you?”

“No, no, I’m fine.” You observed the gathered crowd and kept your voice low. “We’ve drawn a lot of attention, though.” Din helped you up from the ground and began to look around with you. “We should walk away in opposite directions.”

“No.” Din tightened his gloved hands into fists at his sides. “I need to get you to safety. Personally.”

You raised your brow as you started following him. The townspeople’s gazes followed you, but you couldn’t have cared less. “The Crest?”

“For now.” Din was close enough for his arm to constantly brush against yours. He took a deep, troubled breath, his modulated voice getting louder the further you got from the crowded town. “More hunters will hear about what happened. They’ll know you were involved somehow.”

“So,” you started to finish for him, “I can’t stay here.”

Din looked away from you in guilt. “We’ll find you an even better planet to reside on.”

You crossed your arms and stared at your muddy feet as you walked. “Maybe I don’t want to stay on a planet.”

Din’s visor had snapped back towards you, but you refused to meet it. His cuirass inflated with a breath he held in a suspended moment. “We’ve talked about this, cyar’ika.”

“Have we?” The adrenaline from your quick brush with death raged on in your sharp retort. “Or did you make that decision for me?”

Din stopped just as the two of you were concealed by the natural barrier of the forest. He held his weight on one hip as he faced you, the rain still ricocheting off the trees that surrounded you. “You saw what just happened by chance. I almost lost you.” Din had said the words as if they pained him. You tightened your lips. “If you stay with me, that situation could become an everyday reality.”

“It’s already happened without anyone knowing about us!” You waved a frustrated hand towards the town behind you. “And I came out unscathed!”

“What if you hadn’t?” Din’s voice almost cracked with his quick response.

You looked towards the town in the distance and prepared to lift the weight off your shoulders. “Then it would’ve been better than the torture I’ve had to put myself through for so long.” Your gaze met his visor again. “Never knowing when or if you’d ever be able to show up again and hoping that you’d be okay whenever you did. Sharing your bed for a few nights at a time just to return home and be alone in mine for months.” You shook your head. “A blaster bolt would hurt a whole lot less than that.”

Din’s visor fell to the ground. He shifted his weight between his feet, the beads of water cascading down his silver beskar much like tears would. “I’m sorry. I didn’t… I hadn’t thought of how much it was hurting you, too.”

The knot within your chest softened as you took a step closer to Din. “Has it also been hurting you?”

Din looked up at you with a tilt of his helmet that could’ve spoken for him if words failed him. “Worse than any wound I’ve ever had.” He glanced towards the distant town. “But the thought of losing you hurt even worse.”

You lifted your hands to his helmet and held it much like you would hold his face in those darkened rooms meant just for you. “Either way, Din, you could lose me.” Your voice was soft despite the gravity of your words. “One would happen because of our distance. The other would happen with us by each other’s sides.” You gave him a determined stare, one that proved you were ready for any challenge. “I don’t know about you, but I much prefer to be by your side.”

Din’s gloved hand held your wrists and gave them a squeeze. It became clear he couldn’t form a response and you didn’t have to ask him why.

“I know the galaxy already hasn’t been kind to you. My family and I were lucky to have gotten away from Aq Vetina when we did.” Your thumbs stroked his beskar cheeks and you hoped he was soothed by it. “But the galaxy also brought us back together. That’s something we should stop taking for granted, no matter how much fear it tries to instill in either one of us.”

Din nodded. He was still unable to use his words, the lump in his throat no doubt too large to work around. The way he took one of your hands and held it within his own said enough.

“We should get back to the Crest.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “Especially if you left the kid by himself.”

Din watched your arms swing back-in-forth in gentle motions between you. He managed to respond to that, though his modulated voice still wasn’t quite back to normal. “He’ll be fine.”

You moved closer to his side. “And so will I.”

The walk to the Crest wasn’t long from where you both had stopped to stand. Like you had told Din before, the longest part was getting through town, something that had already been done thanks to the help of the Klatooinians. Din used his vambrace to open up the ship for the two of you and you looked around the hold that had already become your new home.

“I’m sorry I don’t have the supplies,” you apologized to Din once he’d secured the ship once again. The child was asleep in the hammock Din had strung up for him, a sight that made you smile as Din continued to move throughout the space. “The hunters threw everything in the dirt.”

“That’s fine.” Din’s words were genuine as he held one gloved hand upon a rung of the ladder. “We can stop somewhere else.”

Din started to climb the ladder to the cockpit. You followed him, elated to be a permanent part of his crew. It wasn’t your first time traveling somewhere with Din in the Crest, but it would be the first time where you didn’t have to think of parting from him eventually. Relief swept through you as you took your place in one of the co-pilot’s seats and watched Din power up the ship.

“It’s nice to have you here.” Din spoke the words unprompted from the pilot’s seat, his helmet glancing over his armored shoulder.

You smiled at him. “It’s nice to be here.”

Din’s gloved hands continued to move over the controls before the Crest started soaring into the atmosphere. “I’m sorry I didn’t agree to this earlier.”

You had tilted your head at him. “Don’t apologize for doing what you thought would keep me safe.” Your gaze fell to your hands in your lap. “I’m sorry for how harsh my words were earlier.”

“Don’t be. I needed that.” Din locked the Crest into hyperspace and stood from his seat. He lifted his hand to your chin to make you face him. “Someone had to knock some sense into me.”

You smiled as Din helped you up from the seat and led you to the old storage room across the way. “I still do like the idea of a secret romance, though.”

Din tilted his helmet at you once he secured the door shut. “Do you?”

You shrugged and walked closer to him. “It’s sweet.”

Din set his hands on his hips. “That’s not what you’re really thinking, is it?”

You chuckled, setting your hands upon his cuirass. “I’m thinking about how I told you to be ready to warm me up earlier.” You used your gaze to gesture to your rain-soaked clothes. “Now would be an opportune time.”

Din also chuckled at that. He used his vambrace to turn the light off and you heard the hiss of his helmet as he removed it. “In that case, I’ll work fast.” His lips started to find yours even in the darkness, but he hesitated, his breath practically your own. “But first…” he paused, his unfiltered voice still sending shivers down your spine as if it was the first time you’d heard it, “thank you for taking on such danger for me.” Din kissed the corner of your mouth. “I love you.”

You smiled at the words that had always been difficult for him to say. “I love you, too.” You returned the favor with a kiss of your own. “You know I’d face a thousand dangers for you.”

“Please don’t,” Din pleaded with a gentle chuckle. “For my sake.”

You both laughed as Din finally closed the distance once and for all, marking that night as the first of many you no longer had to steal but could finally possess whenever you wanted to.

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beskarandblasters · 10 months

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Hi hun! You asked for Din requests, so here you go.

Can you please write a full face reveal to the reader ? Like the first time she sees him in the light. And she praises everything about his face. Then she gets the urge to get it wet 🫣

Thank youuuu

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Din Djarin x F!Reader

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Summary: You’ve been in a relationship with Din for quite some time now and have always yearned to see him helmetless but you always respected his creed. Now that he’s an apostate he decides to show you his face and you discover your new hyperfixation.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: reader is able-bodied, canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place after season 2 and during Book of Boba Fett, helmet comes off, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart, riduur = spouse), face sitting, squirting

You’re standing in the lava flats of Nevarro with Din on a bright, cloudless day. The sun beams down on him, reflecting a silvery light off of his beskar. The Razor Crest is parked beside you and there’s no one around for miles. Just the two of you. Completely alone.

Din made a promise to you and today he’s going to fulfill it. You’ve always wished to see his face but you knew how much his creed meant to him. But once he became an apostate after removing his helmet when he said goodbye to Grogu, he decided he wanted to show you his face too. You know he plans to redeem himself so this is only temporary. But you’re grateful for the chance to even see his face in the first place.

He takes your hands and you can feel him shaking ever so slightly.

“Are you sure about this, cyar’ika? What if you don’t like what you see?” he asks.

You’ve never been more sure of anything in your life. There’s nothing you want more than to see the face of the man you love. But only if he’s sure about this.

“Of course I am. And I know I’ll love what I see,” you say, bringing your hand to the hollow part of his helmet where his cheek would be, “But are you ready?”

“I am,” he says, removing your hand and bringing his hands to the edge of his helmet. You subconsciously hold your breath as he slowly lifts his helmet. You hear the hiss of the modulator and before you know it Din Djarin is standing in front of you, face fully exposed. Worry paints his face as you take in all of his details; warm brown eyes bathed in an amber glow from the sun, slightly patchy graying scruff, frown lines perched between his eyebrows, and strong, prominent nose. His hair, brown and curly, is slightly messy from the helmet, in a cute, endearing way. His eyes search your face for your reaction, desperate for a sign of approval. You bring your hands to each side of his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“You’re beautiful, Din,” you say, looking him in the eye.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, feeling embarrassed and looking away. He’s so shy without the helmet, not a stoic and intimidating bounty hunter but a human feeling real emotions.

You turn his face gently to meet yours again and press a kiss against his lips, absorbing the feeling of his bare face against yours. His hands move your waist as he holds you close against him. You run your hands through his hair, entangling in your fingers as you kiss him harder. You pull away and look at him, caught between wanting to kiss him more and wanting to memorize his face.

“I can’t get enough. I don’t know when I’ll see this again,” you whisper, returning your hands to his face.

You feel his cheeks go hot under your touch. He doesn’t say anything so you take the opportunity to tell him everything you love about him.

“You’re perfect, Din. I mean it. From your hair to your eyes, to your lips,” you say, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip.

“And this nose,” you continue, tracing your index finger along the bridge, “I just wanna sit on it.”

His eyes widen and his mouth falls slightly agape, in disbelief at what you just said.

“Really?”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s all yours, cyar’ika.”

A smirk breaks out into your face, “Oh yeah?”

He grabs your hand without saying a word and leads you back into the Razor Crest. Excitement pools in your stomach; you never thought you’d get this opportunity, not for a long time at least. He closes the exit ramp and sets down his helmet with shaky hands before taking you to the cot. He seems nervous. It’s not like you haven’t sat on his face before but it was always with the helmet on; always with a barrier. He sits down on the cot and you take his face in your hands, kissing him deeply before whispering in his ear, “Lay down for me.”

He lays down on his back, resting his head against the pillow as you remove your clothes. He drinks in the sight of you naked all for him without the helmet in his way for once. You go over to the cot and begin to straddle his face, resting your knees on either side of his head. Yet you hover over this face slightly, not sinking down on him all the way. You’re a little nervous, too. Thoughts are racing through your mind like, What if he hates it? What if he doesn’t like the taste? The smell? What if-

“Cyar’ika… you said you wanted to sit on my face so sit. on. my. face.” he says in a sultry tone, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lower yourself onto him and he moans into your entrance, sending vibrations through your core. His nose is positioned perfectly under your clit as his tongue laps at your cunt. You slowly start moving against him, grinding against the lower half of his face. It feels so good. He hums happily against you and admires the way you fuck yourself on his tongue. You reach your hand down to his hair, gripping his locks as you pick up the pace. His tongue swirls against your opening and you move yourself back and forth on his nose. You feel your thighs tense up and you know you’re at the brink of orgasm. With one last movement of your hips you come undone, soaking not only the lower half of his face but also everything directly beneath you. You can feel your release sliding down your thighs and onto the pillow. You squirted all over him.

Shit, what if he didn’t like that?, you think to yourself.

You remove yourself from his face quickly and lay down next to him, staring at each other with wide eyes. You glance down at his face and see that the lower half is glistening. He looks like he’s in complete bliss.

“Sorry… Didn’t mean to drown ya,” you say softly, anxiously awaiting his response.

“Are you kidding? You taste so good, cyar’ika. I can’t get enough,” he says.

You smile and reach your hand over to this face, caressing his cheek gingerly.

“I’m gonna miss this,” you say softly.

He places his hand on yours.

“I know… But…”

“What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“If you become my riduur, I can take off my helmet in front of you.”

“Are you asking to marry me just so I can sit on your face?” you tease.

He laughs, “No, that’s just a bonus. But I can show my face to you and only you, cyar’ika.”

“Only me, huh? How did I get so lucky?”

You scooch over and kiss him before resting in the crook of his neck.

“I’m the lucky one…” he says, his hand running up and down your inner thigh softly, “Now, on your back this time. I want your legs shaking by the time I’m done with you.”

How could you say no?

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vodika-vibes · 3 months

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Hi. First I wanted to congratulate you on your follower eveny. Second, I being a request for your event.

Can I get acacia: secret love with Dogma x female reader. The reader is Dogma's best kept secret and maybe his brothers find out when they spot the two of them together and when they bring it up to Dogma he tries to deny it but he's a bad liar. His brothers are really happy that he finally has someone and at the end maybe they meet the reader?

You're Late

Summary: You've been dating Dogma for 6 months, and you know that you love him and you know that he loves you, but you're starting to wonder why he's not willing to introduce you to his brothers.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Dogma x F!Reader

Word Count: 1310

Warnings: Some minor angst in the beginning due to a misunderstanding

Prompt: Acacia - Secret love

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @clonethirstingisreal (I remember that you love Dogma, so I tagged you, I hope you don't mind.)

“Hey, Dogma?” You ask, your voice soft as you watch him pull his armor on to get ready for another day at work. He really shouldn’t spend the night with you, he has to wake up so early to make it back to the barracks before anyone notices that he’s gone.

He says that the nights he spends with you are worth the early mornings.

But you worry.

“What’s wrong, cyare?” He asks, stopping what he’s doing to turn his concerned gaze over to you.

You shift in the bed and lean your head on his pillow, “You know you don’t have to spend the night with me, right?”

He laughs quietly, “Oh, ner cyare,” Dogma leans over to you and presses a feather light kiss against the corner of your lips, “I love spending the nights with you.”

“I know you do,” You reassure, “But you have to wake up so early to get back in time-”

“-and you worry about me. I know, cyare, I know.” He presses several more feather light kisses across your face, “But really, I’m more than happy with how we are right now.”

Dogma tenderly pushes some of your hair out of your face, and you lean your head into his touch with a happy sigh.

You’ve been dating Dogma for almost half a year now, and you’ve never been happier in your life, even if, sometimes, you worry that you’re just making his life more difficult.

Especially since he doesn’t take you places.

In half a year, you’ve never gone out on a date with him. And you know that part of it is because he doesn’t have any money and he’s embarrassed about it. But even when you offer to pay, he still doesn’t take you out places.

You’ve known from the first time you invited him to your place that you’re not good enough for him, but it still kind of hurts to know that he agrees.

“Cyar’ika?” Dogma’s voice is soft, and you look up at him, he has a look of worry on his handsome face, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Cyare.”

You frown at him, and then sigh, “It’s not important, Dogma. Really.”

“I don’t believe you,” He glances at the chrono quickly, and then settles in the bed next to you, his arms strong around you, “Come on, cyar’ika, what’s wrong?”

You hesitate for a long moment, but Dogma’s gaze is steady and you wilt under his expectant gaze, “Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

Dogma pulls back, “What.”

You drop your gaze, your eyes tracing the Republic cog on his shirt, “I know I’m not exactly the type of person that anyone would ever suspect that you’d be interested in-” You start as you likely flick a strand of your pastel dyed hair, “And-”

“Wait, wait. Cyare.” He presses his finger against your lips, “Why would you think I’m ashamed?”

You curl your fingers into his shirt, “...you don’t take me places. And you don’t come with me to places. So-”

Dogma exhales slowly before he presses his forehead against yours, “That’s not it at all.” He says quietly, “I’m not, and have never been, ashamed of being seen with you.”

“Then why?”

He flashes a crooked smile, “I’m greedy.” Dogma admits, “At the end of the day, I just want it to be you and me.” He lightly brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I didn’t know you were unhappy, cyare. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not unhappy.” You reply, “I was just a little…hurt.”

“That’s so much worse.” He says with a sigh, before he lightly kisses you. And then he kisses you again, and again.

“You’re going to be late,” You whisper to him before he can continue kissing you. Dogma pauses and he looks down at you, and then over at the chrono, and then back at you.

“Rex is just going to have to yell at me,” Dogma says finally, before he strips his shirt off, and crashes his lips against yours. “And,” He says between heavy kisses, “When I get back tonight, we’re going out.”

“A-are we?” You ask.

“Yeah. We are.”

Dogma doesn’t leave for work for another hour, making him very, very late.

Dogma slips into the barracks, over an hour late, hoping beyond all hope, that Rex didn’t notice that he was gone.

A fool’s hope, maybe, but he’s okay playing the fool for the day. Especially since it meant that he was able to make his pretty cyare smile at him and forget all of her hurt.

“Dogma!”

Kriff.

He immediately snaps to attention as Rex storms over, looking about as cheerful as a Rancor with a thorn in it’s foot, “Good Morning, Captain.”

“Formation was an hour ago, Dogma.”

“Yes sir.”

“You’re late.”

“Yes sir.”

Rex’s eyes narrow, “Where have you been?”

Dogma flounders for a moment. It’s not exactly like he can say that he hurt his girlfriend’s feelings and spent the last hour making up for it. “Respectfully, sir, I don’t want to answer that.” He finally says with a resigned sigh.

There’s a muffled laugh, and Dogma catches Fives looking very amused, while Jesse just looks stunned. Rex, however, looks thunderous. “You don’t want to answer.”

“No sir, I don’t.” Dogma replies.

For a moment, Dogma’s a little worried that his brother is going to actually explode, and he’s relieved when Fives interjects on his behalf, right up until he hears what Fives has to say, “Come on, vod. Don’t be too hard on him. He was obviously with his girl.”

Rex pauses, genuinely thrown, “His girl?”

“Yeah.” Fives grins and walks over to Dogma to tug down the collar of his neck, revealing the red mark on his neck, “See.”

Dogma smacks his brother’s hand away, “Do you mind?”

“You have a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?” Tup asks from another door, “What’s her name?”

“I don’t want to answer that either.” Dogma says dryly.

“Alright!” Rex grins, it's not a nice grin, “You have two options. Option one, you run until I get tired of watching you run. Option 2, you call your girl and invite her to meet the boys.”

Dogma stares at him, consideringly, for a moment, and then he sighs and digs his comm out of his pouch before dialing a comm code that he knows by heart.

The comm chimes once, twice, and then-

“Hey Dogma! Did you forget something?” She appears on the holo, a bright smile on her face, and a smear of paint on her face.

“Have I ever?” Dogma asks with an easy grin, “You have some paint on your cheek, gorgeous.”

She blinks at him, and then sniffs dramatically, “I have to become one with the paint before I can use it.” She grins at him fondly, “Were you late?”

“By an hour.”

“I told you~” She counters in a sing-song voice.

“Yeah, yeah. Worth it though,” Dogma replies.

“Stars, you’re such a man sometimes.” She says with a shake of her head, and then she turns away from the holo, “Anyway, what’s up?”

“My brothers want to meet you.”

“Like. Tonight?”

“Like now. How do you feel about hopping a taxi and coming and spending the day with me?”

She tosses her paintbrush to the side where it lands with a clatter on the floor, “Yes! But I’m coming as is.”

“Doesn’t matter, you’re prettier than all of us combined.” Dogma replies.

She laughs, “Charmer. I’ll be there in 15.” And then the comm cuts off and Dogma looks up at his brothers.

“She’s cute, vod.” Fives says with a grin.

“I’m happy for you, vod.” Rex says quietly, “Don’t ever be late again.” And then he rounds on his other brothers, “Oi! We have company coming! Do you want her to think we live in a sty! Get cleaning!”

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ruinedbylanadelrey · 9 months

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Just imagine Reader taking care of Din’s injuries after he was in a big fight and got lots of cuts and bruises on his chest and back. Of course it starts to turn intimate and Din wants some, but Reader reminds him he’s hurt. It would be steamy, sweet, and funny all at once.

Like You Do | Din Djarin x f!Reader

"You're the one I can't lose, no one loves me like you do" - Joji, Like You Do

summary: Din comes back to the crest hurt and her heart just breaks at the sight of her strong Mandalorian crumbling to his knees. warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, descriptions of blood, cuts, and needles, his name is din not djarin (i'm sorry he is 4ever din<3), razor crest lives forever, mando'a use, no grogu, reader is so in love with, din is a simp, mando's helmet comes off (i'm sorry), sexual tension, touching, groping, kissing, din begging to be fucked AN: I have had this request in my drafts forever because i kept re writing it so here is the final product. I want to clarify that Din Djarin is my #1 man, i know it's shocking because I write about Joel mostly. But Din is my soulmate and I'm a little embarrassed to share my thoughts about Din. Like my room color scheme is grey, silver, and black I re did my room back when The Mandalorian came out. That's my little secret<3 anyways enjoy my little fantasy<3333 masterlist

translations: cyar’ika- darling, beloved, sweetheart Udesii- "take it easy" Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum- "I love you/I know you forver"

Din could feel the sliced skin stretch with each step he took, all he could smell is blood, blaster smoke, and sweat. His breathing was uneven and his body trembling when he made it to the crest, falling to his knees as he heard your sweet honey voice calling out to him.

"Din! Maker! I don't know where you're bleeding from!" You slide to your knees taking the large Mandalorian into your arms, laying him against your chest, your hands working quickly removing his armor except for his helmet. His flight suit was torn on his left side at the waist, his flesh gashed, red bleeding into the meat of his skin. He needs bacta but the hard stuff.

Din said he will only use it if you were the one hurt; your mind replayed that whole argument when you guys finally gave in and fell through the thin wire of tension cutting it when he thrust himself into your hot core.

You asked him, 'Why can't we use it on you if it ever comes down to it?'

'I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive...you're the one I can't lose.'

You scoffed at him and just spat 'So I can lose you and feel the exact same pain you would feel for me'

'You're so much stronger than me in every single way, cyar’ika' Din chokes up and it broke your heart seeing be so emotional. He was a cold-hearted person until you came along as another recuse he collected. You brought your sunshine and melted away the winter in his heart.

The movie in your head clears when you grabbed the needle of bacta and pinched his skin near the gash and pushed the medicine into his muscles. Din's screams were so visceral and his hands grip your thighs, bruising them to a deep purple. "Udesii! Udesii!" You cry out as you throw the empty syringe across the hull.

His body jolts while the bacta runs through his body, you composed yourself and grab the medpack pulling out the field cauterizer. You laid him on his right side while you fused his skin back together. Burning flesh filled the air making your bile come up your throat burning it and leaving a sour taste in your mouth, your hands slick from sweating and his blood.

Din going limp and taking shallows breaths submitting to you saving him. You wiped your hands on your pants and laying him on his back, you sobbed as you cupped the cheek of his helmet with your hands.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum" Din strangles to say holding your wrist in his hand, pressing your hand closer to the beskar. You collapsed on top of him, your body jerking from the hiccups and sobs leaving your mouth. Din wraps his arms around holding you like a child holding his favorite toy close so it won't leave his sight.

"You're so dramatic, little girl" Din takes a deep breath and laughs it out. You craned your neck to him without his helmet. You quickly turned away, you panic and guilt slamming into your heart. "I want you to see me, cyar’ika" Din grabs your chin and tilts your head where your eyes are burning into his brown eyes.

You swallow as your eyes dance around his face, taking his eyes, the scruff on his face, patchy in a few spots, his mustache bringing attention to his plump lips, so pink and kissable.

"You were crafted by the maker, din" You trace his nose with your fingertip, taking in how his skin feels on yours. "Kiss me, little girl, please" He whimpers while you thumb over his bottom lip. The need in his voice made you ache between your thighs. You carefully straddle his waist and bring your lips to his, Din sits up groaning while he licked in your mouth, his hands exploring up and down your back, his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing so hard.

You gasp and moan "Din...you're h-" he cuts you off and bites your lip. He grabs your hand and places it on top of the outline of his hard cock. "C'mon baby, let's fuck," his words entice you as you tighten your grip around his clothed length, and he winces and whimpers and you remembered you're the stronger one and need to stop this so he could rest.

"Din, no you need to rest," he kisses your neck and bites at the thin skin. "Little girl, let's have fun..." That damn name made you want to say screw it. "Let's sleep, I'm tired and you have to be too," You helped Din to the steel slab that he calls a bed and lays down holding out his arms for you to be his human-weighted blanket.

"We will talk about the bacta when we wake up" Din mumbles as sleep takes over him and relaxes with you on top of him.

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multi-fan-dom-madness · 5 months

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I'm gonna ask for something I don't normally ask cuz I read them prompts and the idea struck me!

"the panic beforehand trying to decide if theyre leaning in to kiss or not" with Wrecker 👀

Idk man, sounded adorable and wanted to float it your way!

hello hello friend! apologies for taking so long on this; inspiration finally hit today while I was out shopping, so here ya go! <3 thanks for the lovely ask

Drinks and Decor

Summary: Wrecker finds a unique way to thank you.

Warnings: mostly fluff but this is an 18+ blog; bartender!reader trope, gn!reader, more fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Bartending for Cid has its ups and downs, for sure, but one of the most consistent ups lately has been the group of mercs she hired earlier this year. Though the group of men and their little sister is often in and out of the bar without much time to really chat with them, on occasion they hang around. Maybe it’s Cid’s way of saying ‘thank you,’ or maybe they just get tired of wherever else it is that they go when they’re not on a mission and not at the bar, but either way, you’re not going to complain.

Especially not today. Life Day.

Cid had insisted that you help her decorate the bar for the holiday season (read: you decorated while she snarked out comments about things hanging crookedly). And you have to admit, you did a pretty karkin’ good job of it. Neatly cut paper snowflakes rotate lazily on their strings where they hang from the ceiling; garland of imported greenery and Mantell Mix arches in pretty curves under the front of the bar; and the usual neon currently suffuses the space with a gentle mix of red and green lights. Heady pine scents the air. Over the speakers, instead of the usual club music, gently holiday music croons.

You’re feeling pretty proud of yourself, and that feeling swells in your chest when the merc group has arrived. The girl, Omega, looks around at the decorations with a bright, beaming smile, her eyes dazzling in the twinkle lights you’ve strung around the edges of the tables. Around her, her brothers gaze around with varying levels of awe. Though you’re glad that they seem to enjoy your efforts, Wrecker is the only one whose reaction you truly care about.

Face flushing with a pleasant warmth, you watch on in silent admiration as Wrecker turns a full circle taking in the new festive atmosphere. His jaw hangs open, a grin spreading over his scarred face. It’s only when he meets your gaze across the room that a similar jolt of joy sparks through you.

Instead of his usual armor, Wrecker, like the rest, has donned civilian clothing. Black-and-red plaid stretches over his broad, muscular form, the buttons straining at the front. Under the collar, plain white tee peeks out. Darkwash jeans encircle his thick thighs. In a word, he looks delectable.

And he’s walking toward you.

Embarrassment at being caught staring claws up your insides, but Wrecker’s grin hasn’t faded. In fact, it’s only gotten bigger. And is that a blush you spy creeping over his face?

“Did you do all this!?” he asks, voice entirely too loud for the space in his excitement.

“More or less,” you say, shuffling your feet. “You like it?”

“Cyar’ika, I love it!” He settles onto one of the barstools. “Got any festive drinks?”

So he either didn’t notice you openly gawking, or he doesn’t mind. You’re not sure which option is worse. With a small shake of your head, you smile—not the falsely saccharine smile you usually reserve for customers, but a genuine, cheek-splitting beam that crinkles your eyes.

“Sure do!” you say. “Any flavor preferences?”

“Naw,” Wrecker says with a wave of his hand. “Surprise me!”

“Alright, big guy.” You gather the liquor and a few new syrups and frozen fruits you’d convinced Cid to get for this holiday, and craft a drink for Wrecker that you’re sure he’ll love. In the months you’ve gotten to know the gentle giant, you’ve discovered that he, unsurprisingly, likes bold food: bright, citrusy colors with deep, rich notes. The drink you pour has all of it.

Garnishing the drink with a sprig of mint, you slide the glass across the counter on a napkin. “Here ya go.”

Wrecker eagerly scoops the glass up and takes an exploratory sip. You watch, chewing your lip, as his eyes slide shut, face twisting in an expression of bliss. Your heart skips a beat.

“Cyar’ika,” he says, eyes fluttering open. “That was the best drink you’ve ever made.”

A laugh bubbles up from your chest. “Why do I get the sense you’d say that no matter what I put in front of you?”

“Because it’d always be true!” he says. “You’re a pro.”

“Well,” you say, leaning your forearms on the bar, “in that case, I’m glad to put my expertise to good use.”

He takes another sip of the drink, an appreciative hum sliding out of him and sending delightful shiver up your spine. “How much do I owe ya?”

You’re grateful Cid disappeared to her office a while ago, because it means she’s not around to hear you say what you’re about to. “On the house.”

Mismatched eyes widening, Wrecker gapes at you. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “It’s my Life Day gift to you.”

“Aw,” Wrecker says. “Well, I can’t be the only one gettin’ a gift tonight. How can I thank you?”

His voice has dropped a little in volume; his siblings sit across the room, well out of earshot (save Hunter), but when you catch the look in Wrecker’s eye, your mouth dries. He cocks his head at you, curious, testing. Stars, is he—?

“I might have an idea,” you say, voice coming out hoarse.

“Great!” Wrecker leans over the bar toward you.

Almost of its own volition, your body responds in kind. You have to stand on your tiptoes, but you think you’ll be able to comfortably reach across to hug Wrecker.

Except, Wrecker’s eyes are trained on your lips. Breath catching, you can’t stop what’s been put into motion—not that you want it to stop. It’s just—kriff, what if you’re misreading this entire situation and he really does intend to just hug you? You know he tends to be a little looser with his physical affection than his brothers, so maybe this is just an extension of that. He doesn’t feel the same way about you that you do about him.

Does he?

You’re about to protest, and then his large, scarred hand slips across your cheek and tugs you the final few inches across the bar. His lips are warm and smooth against yours, moving gently, like he’s as nervous as you are. In your chest, your heart threatens to burst with affection. He’s so warm, and his hand is so big against your face; heat flickers to life in your core.

All too soon, though, he pulls back. His eyes remain closed for a beat longer than yours, and a pleased, dopey smile curls over his face.

“Is that ‘thank you’ enough?” he asks, breath fanning your face, smelling faintly of cranberry and mint.

Eyes fluttering, you search his face for a moment before biting your lip. “I dunno. I did make the drink custom...”

Wrecker beams and pulls you back in for a second kiss.

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kaminocasey · 5 months

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25 Days of Life Days: Day 6 - Making Fudge with Fox

Summary: You're horrible at cooking and baking, but Fox loves a good teaching moment.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Maybe slightly suggestive?

A/N: I actually followed this recipe for Strawberry fudge that you can find here. It looks really good if you're interested in making it! If you do, send pics! <3

“Oh… this is bad.” You make a face when you bite into the fudge.

“Face it, cyare… I’m just better than you.” Fox smirks down as he whisks the ingredients for this meiloorun fudge and pours it into a pan before putting it into the cooler.

It sounds disgusting, but somehow, and quite surprisingly you might add, turned out incredible. Unfortunately, the batch you made turned out terrible. And you need about six more pans of this for your Life Day party tomorrow night.

“You knew when you married me, I couldn’t bake or cook.” You shrug, pouring the mix into the trash.

He chuckles, pulling you by your hips closer to him. “I did know that, and I find it just as endearing now as I did back then.”

“Liar.” You grin.

“I am no such thing. Now…” Fox spins you around so that you’re facing a new small bowl. “You’re gonna listen to me while I instruct you how to make this fudge.”

“Am I?” You raise an eyebrow.

“Don’t be a brat. Focus.” You can hear the smirk in his tone.

“Yes, sir.” You tease.

He places an arm on the counter so that you’re caged in and you find it hard to focus on anything but the warmth of your husband’s body against yours.

“Take the meiloorun extract and mix it with the pink dye.” He instructs, his commander's voice slipping through.

He knows what his commander's voice does to you. How are you supposed to focus now? But you do as he says, and pour the meiloorun extract with the pretty pink dye you picked out, stirring it until it has the right pink consistency. It didn’t have to be pink but your theme for the party is ‘Pink Life Day’ to which the other Corries apparently gave Fox a good teasing about.

“Good girl.” Fox murmurs, making you look up at him wide-eyed.

His smirk never leaves his face as he twists you so that you’re facing the saucepan on the stove. He hands you the butter, heavy cream, and vanilla flavoring to melt together.

“Now, add the sugar and keep stirring until it comes to a simmer.” His left hand wraps low down around your waist while his right hand helps guide your own while stirring.

It’s actually really cute. It’s been a few weeks since you’d gotten this kind of time together.

“Good.” He approves, removing the pan from the burner and then tossing in the white baking chips, stirring it a bit, and then covering it.

It should probably be embarrassing how much you crave his praise, even after being married for two years.

“Now we wait for three to four minutes.” He tells you, pushing you back against the counter away from the heat of the stove and cages you in again.

“I could think of something to do for three to four minutes.” You tease.

He playfully brushes your nose with his. “Behave.”

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Thank you for doing this with me.”

His playful smile turns soft, admiration for you clear in his eyes. Even on the days that you don’t see each other, you know that your love for each other could never be questioned. You truly are happy. And even if he works ungodly hours, he is too.

“I wouldn’t rather be anywhere else, cyar’ika.” He brushes his lips over yours.

You stand there catching up on your day, still comfortable in your embracement, until it's time to add the marshmallow fluff.

“Okay now pour about three-fourths of the fudge into this pan.” He places the lined pan in front of you for you to pour the fudge into. “And then, we’ll take the last fourth and add the meiloorun extract in.”

You do as he says and then he shows you how to make the swirly patterns he did for the last two batches. He makes it look so easy but your half comes out more curly than swirly.

“It’s perfect. I promise.” He tilts your chin up toward him when you start to look slightly discouraged.

“Thanks.” You sigh.

“And if any of my vod give you osik about it, I’ll put them on fresher duty for the rest of the year.” He shrugs, smirking.

Your chest clenches in the way it does when he gets even remotely protective of you. You truly couldn’t ask for a better husband. They just couldn’t exist.

“Tomorrow will be perfect… As long as we get to be together.” He kisses you once more before putting the fudge into the cooler.

And he’s right. Because that’s what Life Day’s really about.

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cherrysrambles · 1 year

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Shower (Part 1)

Summary: Set directly after The Believer. Din has lost his child, his creed, so what else has he got to lose by finally giving into his feeling he's been keeping a secret from you for all this time?

Warnings: Smut and Din being adorable and shy as usual

Words: 2106

He comes up behind you in the shower and crosses his arms around you making you sob even more rubbing his arms up and down up your sides. You stay like this for a while until he moves his left arm and ever so gently moves your hair from your left shoulder and places his arms back where they were rubbing up and down soothingly. Then, feather light as ever, Din leans down and places a kiss on your shoulder, so gently that you weren’t even sure you felt it. Then he does it again, moving higher so slightly and you instinctively move your head to your right, giving him access to your neck. He gets the hint and makes his way up, still being so careful. As soon as he reaches just below your ear he stops.

“Cyar’ika, we’ll get him back. I swear it” he says just above a whisper.

At this you turn instantly and hug him crying into his chest, his strong hands rub up and down your back and eventually you start to calm down, only slightly though. You position your head in the crook of his neck and keep your eyes focused to the side. Not looking at him. He looks down at you and realises this.

“Y/N, it’s ok, you can look at me” he says

“No”

A long pause.

“You don’t want to look at me? You didn’t like what you saw?” As he says this he pulls away but you clutch onto him keeping him still

“Din of course I want to look at you, but I can’t. Your creed”

“My creed is broken. It’s ok”

You pause and he senses something else is up

“Talk to me Cyare, please” the last part comes out as a plea

“It wasn’t your decision. You don’t want me to look at you because that’s what you want, you want me to look at you because I can… on a technicality. I always wanted it to be on your terms that you allowed me to see you” you fade off

“I want you to see me, to really look at me, I’ve wanted it for the longest time, I just haven’t been able to ever voice it out loud because I know even if I asked you, you wouldn’t do it because of my creed”

You freeze.

“Y/N, look at me”

You slowly move your head up and let your eyes wander over his strong jawline, his pouty lips just begging to be kissed, his moustache, aquiline nose and beautiful chocolate brown eyes. Your eyes well up

“Hi Din”

“Hi Cyar’ika”

He puts his hands on your face, thumbs running across your cheeks catching your tears and leans his forehead on yours.

“I love you, I always have and always will” he whispers

“I love you too” you say almost too fast and he smiles. Wow, just seeing him smile is something you never though you could personally make happen.

He looks directly into your eyes and asks

“Can i kiss you?”

You nod and he leans in, so slowly. You can feel his breath across your face as his adjusts his angle to get it just right. You know Din is inexperienced, so you let him find his own pace and rhythm and It’s magical. His lips move against yours so slowly and you can’t help but let out a moan and this spurs Din on, he pushes his lips against you harder and you grab his hair, making him moan this time. As he does, you use this to your advantage and slip your tongue into his mouth, he’s hesitant at first, but then his tongue touches yours and Din grips you tighter. You feel every inch of him… every long… and thick part of him presses up into you. You pull back for air, and he pulls back worried

“Was that not ok? Was that too much”

“Din, it was amazing, I just need to breathe” you say with a smile

“Oh, right” he says slightly embarrassed

He continues “I’ve never done this before, any of it”

“Do you want too?”

“Yes, I mean, yes but, maybe not all of it, not all the way, I want too, with you, but, maybe not right now?”

“Din, what do you want to do?” You press up against him again

“Tell me exactly what you want to do and we can do exactly that”

He pauses all shy

“Tell me”

“..I want to touch you”

“Where?” You know you shouldn’t be messing with him like this, but you can’t help but smile at your big strong Mandalorian all shy like this

“Everywhere” he whispers

“Then do it” and you turn your back to him and lean against him and wait.

He moves your hair from your shoulder again and starts his path from your shoulder to your neck, kisses more pronounced this time and infinitely much better, this time he doesn’t stop when he gets to your neck. Should you give him tips? Is that the right thing to do? Fuck it.

“Open your mouth a bit and use your tongue, teeth too” and he moans and complies and then does the same thing on your other side

“What else do you want me to do? Tell me”

Oh fuck, this is going to be good.

“Use your hands, touch me like you want”

He stops, and just when you think you went too far, he leans over you and grabs the soap and lathers up his hands. Smart man you think.

His hands go straight to your stomach and you wonder if he’s going to move them up or down, he just makes small consecutive circles as his tongue goes back to your neck, leaving marks no doubt.

“Din please, move” you whine

And he slowly moves his hands up and under your breasts, the first touch so electrifying that you feel it all over, he then moves his hands to the swell of your breasts and squeezes ever so gently

“Harder you moan” and he complies. He moves his thumbs in concentric circles around your painfully hard nipples and you can feel it all the way to your clit. You moan. Which makes him moan and grind against you. He continues his ministrations until you speak up again.

“Din please, lower” you beg.

Obedient as ever, he lowers his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you legs instantly part for him. He runs his fingers up and down your drenched folds missing where you want him the most. You huff out and he whispers in your ear

“Let me take my time with you” while you appreciate the sentiment, all you want is for him to fuck you senseless. He takes on of his hands and brings it back up to your nipple and pinches lightly

“Harder” you say and you hear him groan

“Tell me what else”

“Touch my clit, please, I can’t hold out anymore”

And he lowers his hand and then hesitates. He’s waiting for you to give instructions. For a slight second you forgot that Din has never done any of this before, so of course he’s going to need guidance

You take his hand and lead him to where you’re aching for him

“Right here - ahh” you let out. He starts moving his fingers but it’s not right

“Do it like this, slow and tiny circles with slight pressure” and Din being Din catches on straight away.

You can’t help all the noises you’re making, it feels so fucking good to finally have Din touch you the way you’ve only dreamt about.

“You like that Cyare? Hmm? You like when I touch you like this? You make the prettiest noises. You know I hear you when you’re in your bunk at night right?”

“You do?” You somehow manage to get out

“Yeah, do you know how many times I’ve wanted to come in and finish you off myself?”

“Oh fuck” you manage to get out, but what you really wanted to ask was why he didn’t, but there was no way you were getting out a coherent sentence with him touching you like this.

“Faster” you mumble, he speeds up and the noise you make isn’t even human. The coil deep inside you finally releases, your head snaps back, legs turn to jelly and you’re pretty sure you blacked out for a few seconds. Heart rate increases, you can’t see or think straight and it’s all bliss, and it just won’t stop, but neither are Din’s fingers. You scream out Din’s name as you hit your second climax, you didn’t even know you could do that one after the other.

You shakily try to move Din’s hands away and he does. But not before swiping his fingers through your folds once more and bringing them to his lips for a taste

“So sweet and all for me” you hum in acknowledgement and clutch onto him, knowing if you let go, you’d fall to the floor.

You stand like this for a while in comfortable silence as you try to get your breath back.

Eventually you untangle yourself from Din and turn in his arms to give him a proper kiss. As his hands go around you, he pulls you into him and you can feel his hard cock pushing against your abdomen. You pull back and look at him with a devilish grin

“You don’t have too” he says. How sweet, but you’re having none of it. While looking into his eyes you start to lower yourself to your knees and he inhales sharply.

‘I know I don’t have too, but what if I want too?” You say as you pull your hair to one side and lean in. Ever so slightly you let your lips run on the underside of his cock. He balls his hands into fists, you notice this and take one of his hands and start to kiss each knuckle slowly until he relaxes, you do the same with the other side.

“Just relax Din, I’ve got you”

You repeat the same motion again with your lips and notice that his hands stay open but look awkward.

“Try this” you say and put his hands on your face. “You can guide me”

He still looks nervous “Baby, it’s ok if you want me to stop” and you start to move back, but he grips you tighter, you look up at him “What is it?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes”

“And you don’t think that I’m demeaning or disrespecting you by letting you do this to me?” He says.

Din Djarin is THE most caring and sweet person you have ever met. A fucking scary bounty hunter, but you can tell how much he really and truly does care about you.

“Not at all, I want to do this, I want to make you feel good with my mouth, I want to make you cum with my mouth, I want to feel your cum slide down my throat” he groans and you look down and see pre cum leaking out. Without breaking eye contact you slowly lick it up and he throws his head back and moans again.

“Ok, but I won’t last long”

You lean in and lick from base to tip slowly

“Cyare..” He warns.. You don’t need to be told twice

You relax your jaw and take him in until he hits the back of your throat, adjusting to his size, you bob up and down a few times. Just as you’re placing your hands on the base of his cock to touch the parts of him your throat can’t reach he grips you tighter and thrusts into your mouth two times and cums instantly. And he keeps cumming and cumming all while chanting your name and how good you are for him and how he’s so lucky to have found you. And just like you said you would, you swallow everything he gives you sucking him completely dry.

He pulls you off him “fuck” he exhales and pulls you up into a kiss tasting himself on you which you both moan at.

He pulls back and rests his forehead on yours “I told you I wouldn’t last long” he says

“It’s ok, I’m sure you’ll last longer next time” and he hums in response.

You stay like this for a while in the comfortable silence, under the warm mist of the shower

“I love you, and I promise we’ll get him back, we’ll have our family back”

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din-miller · 6 months

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It’s fall which means it’s ride your husband’s dick while wearing a sweater

Pairing: Wrecker x F!Reader

Word count: 1k

Summary: Comfortember day two and four – Sweater Weather & Warmth

Warnings: 18+, riding, unprotected p in v (don’t be silly wrap your willy), married couple, pabu life

A/N: I wasn’t sure of the rating range for Comfortember so this is why it’s so late. Divider by @djarrex and @saradika

While the change of weather on Pabu is pretty during Autumn season, the chilly wind blowing off the water has you seeking out any means available to keep warm.

You’ve just gotten back from running some errands and the cold has seeped into your clothing and seemingly into your bones as well. The furnace is on but your body is still shivering.

Tossing the bags onto the countertop you quickly made your way into your bedroom. Wrecker, having spent the day helping out the villager folk, is under the sheets dead asleep. You kept your footsteps light and carefully stripped yourself fully of your clothing.

Naked, you reach for the warmest attire of clothing available which happened to be one of Wrecker’s old sweaters. On him it’s a sweater but on you it’s a wearable blanket. You chuckled quietly to yourself when you caught your reflection in the mirror. The only part of you that is visible is your head, neck and lower legs.

“Cold?”

You jumped, looking at Wrecker with red cheeks, embarrassed, “It’s getting colder outside. How you clones manage with just your blacks I’ll never know,” You joked, “I bravely faced the cold and picked up some dinner for us too.”

Wrecker eyes roamed leisurely over your body despite it being almost completely covered, “We starting with dessert first?”

“Hmm, tempting.” You winked, rubbing a foot over the other in an attempt to warm it up.

Wrecker stretched out on the bed, sheet falling from his body and oh, he’s laid completely bare, cock standing up proud and hard against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the swollen tip and pooling on his skin.

While your body is still suffering from the cold there's a pleasant coiling heat in your abdomen, “I’m not taking the sweater off.”

“That’s fine. As long as I get the pleasure of stripping you of your panties.”

“Who says I’m wearing any?”

“Cyar’ika.” Wrecker warned, hand reaching down to the base of his cock, applying pressure there as his other hand awkwardly bent back behind him to gather all the pillows together to prop himself up to sit straight.

The floorboards creaked underneath your feet as you moved to join him on the bed, sheets already warmed by his body heat, the feeling pleasant against your cold skin.

The second you’re on the bed Wrecker is pulling you into his arms, your sweater bunching up at your hips as you straddled him.

Wrecker’s left arm wrapped around your lower back steadying you as his right hand cupped your check, pulling you into a passionate kiss. You lowered yourself completely on his thighs, his cock sliding between your damp folds. You grounded down seeking pressure against your clit and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

Wrecker broke the kiss, “Riduur, I want you.”

“Hadn’t noticed,” You smirked, rocking your hips forwards, his cock sliding through your soaked lips until the tip disappeared from view, “I’m all yours big guy.”

“Ride me?” He asked, already reaching for the lube kept in the bedside drawer. While he did that you sneaked a hand underneath the sweater. Wrecker hips jerked up when your fingers touched his cock.

You lifted yourself off his lap enough to slide your fingers through your wet folds and into your cunt, stretching yourself open for him. Wrecker leaned up, lips hot and insistent against your as his hand slowly began to slide its way up your thigh and he could feel the muscles under his fingers twitch as you rock yourself on your fingers, breath coming out in pants as anticipation raced through your body.

You gave a cry of protest when Wrecker pulled your hand out of your pussy. He hushed you with another kiss and opened the bottle of lube, pouring some onto his palm, “Shh, I’m just making sure I don’t hurt you.”

The lubricants cold as he gently moved his fingers around your entrance. He forced himself to slow his hand to a snail's pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you as he prepared you for his cock. Your breath hitched when he pressed against the bundle of nerves inside you.

“Now, Wrecker please, I need you inside me.” You whined, dropping your head onto his shoulder, “Fuck your riduur, make me feel good.”

“As you wish, my lady.” Wrecker smiled, hand quickly being replaced by his cock. He pushed in, inch by inch, whispering comforting words as your walls stretch around his girth.

Wrecker pressed open mouth kisses to your neck lovingly as he waited for you to adjust to his size. There’s no hurry, he’ll wait until you’re comfortable.

It doesn’t take you long before you’re setting a slow pace. Up and down. Up and down. Your pace picking up on each second thrust, eliciting moans, whimpers and whispers of pleasure from him as you bounced down meeting his upward thrusts.

“Wrecker,” You gasped out, head thrown back, “I’m close.” You warned as your cunt fluttered around his cock, “Cum with me.”

Never one to deny you anything, his hips snapped up hard, pace rougher as he pants through his release, spilling deep inside you as your walls spasmed and your arousal soaked his cock.

“Kriff,” You exhaled deeply, making no more to get up, “Sweater weather is becoming my favourite.”

His hands rubbed your thighs, cock feebly twitching inside you still, “Any weather where you're in my clothing is my favourite. Especially when you’re just wearing mine and nothing else.”

You laughed, “Don’t get used to the ‘nothing else’ part. You caught me before I could put underwear on.”

“I guess I’ll just have to empty your underwear drawer.” He joked, adding a wink at the end.

Your eyes dance with mirth as you lean down to whisper in his ear, “Even the crotchless ones?”

“You have crotchless panties?!”

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lovelettersforthedamned · 3 months

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🤞 - din djarin with the quote “why are you avoiding me!” (congrats on 300 again lovely xx ❄️)

--word count: 0.7k

--warnings: anxiety, slight mention of violence, mention of sex, set pre-grogu.

The Razor Crest reeked of an unbearable silence, that was close to driving you mad. Din was the culprit. Ever since he came back from his last hunt, you haven’t had a single conversation, and that was almost a week ago. You know that talkative wasn’t usually Din’s forte, but since you two have been together, not just partners, his time spent talking with you heightened. So the lack of affection and attention from Din was painfully obvious.

You woke up to yet another empty cot, and each time you did, you woke up with a heavy weight on your heart that seemed to linger until you fell asleep. This constant routine kept your mind busy as you tried to get through the day with your normal activities. But even then, the anxiety of the unknown haunted you. You couldn’t take any more of it, you were going to go crazy if you didn’t solve this, and you knew he wouldn’t reach out first, so you took the first step.

He was cleaning his weapons when you walked up to him, your hands clammy with nervousness. “Hey Din,” you start with a timid voice, “can we talk? I just have something on my mind.”

He doesn’t look up at you, or even stop cleaning one of his blasters as he says, “Yes.” His voice is uncomfortably gruff. His tone lacks the warmth he usually carries with him, especially for you.

His cold demeanor sparks something in your mind, a spark of anger, “Why are you avoiding me? What have I done for you to treat me like a stranger, Din?” Tears prick in your eyes as you raise your voice, the frustration has finally made its way out of your system.

You turn around and start to walk away from him, until one word stops you in your tracks, “Cyar’ika…”. His tone is still sharp, but you can hear the crack in his voice breakthrough as he calls out for you. You wouldn’t usually stop, but you never realized how much you missed the way his name for you lingered in the air.

Turning back around to face him, you still can’t stop the tears from running down your face. Wiping your nose, you take a deep breath and sniffle, “What?” A twinge of annoyance is still evident in your voice. The last thing you wanted to do was to stand there for any longer. You couldn’t handle this embarrassment anymore.

He puts down his blaster, along with the cloth he was cleaning it with, and walks over to you. His steps were slow and careful, his helmet’s gaze trained on you. You stay still where you stand, watching to see what Din does next. He reaches for his glove, removing it and revealing his olive skin before reaching up to cup your face, softly brushing the tears off of your skin.

As if on instinct, you melt into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as you bask in his touch. “Cyar’ika, ni ceta. Something happened while I was out, and it scared me. It was—the thought of losing you came to my mind, and every time I saw you brought me back to that moment. I should have handled it differently, and I’m sorry mesh’la.”

You can tell that Din was nervous too, even with the helmet on. “Promise me,” you hold the back of his hand, the one holding you, “promise me that next time this happens you’ll tell me. I will always be here. No one could take me away from you even if they tried!” His shoulders relax a little bit, but he’s still silent and you can tell his mind is still whirling. “Din, no one can take me away from you,” you whisper to him.

You tilt your head forward, meeting the cool beskar halfway as you share a keldabe kiss. The anxiety is gone from the both of you, as you hold each other close. That night, you two make up for the time spent away from each other’s touch in more ways than one.

--author's note: YES ANOTHER DIN FIC WOOOOO!! i so have a soft spot for this man. he's the best and i love my baby girl. thank you nonie for this request!! it's so delicious!!! don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! i have a follower celebration going on! come join!!! ok, ily bye!!

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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hello fren!

just thinking about how kix would at you in adoration when you dance around the apartment. he gets all bashful but still tries to joke thorugh it when he explains that he can't dance. so rather than cooking dinner for the night, the two of you stumble and giggle around the living room to the radio waiting for your take away order to arrive.

hi friend!! here it is, i hope you enjoy :)

words: 844

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Music floated through your tiny Coruscant apartment as you danced unapologetically through the space, voice filling the air as you sang along to the galaxy’s latest hits. It was moments like there where you got to forget about everything else that was going wrong and just exist for a little while, and you solitary lifestyle was one that was conducive to this kind of relaxation (even if your neighbors occasionally got an earful when you drank a little too much and decided you could belt with the best of them). It wasn’t the picture of grace, but who cared what anyone else thought? No one could see you now anyway.

But this time you forgot that you had a visitor, and so you weren’t completely alone as you started to sing, your voice blending in to the one playing through the radio as you danced without thinking.

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to notice the second set of eyes watching you, and when you did, you stopped, embarrassment evident in your expression. “Kix!” you said, eyes widening as you realized what he had just seen. “Sorry, I forgot you were here!”

Still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, your lover smiled. “That’s alright,” he said. “I was just enjoying the view.”

“Well, now that you’re up, you’re going to dance with me,” you responded, holding your hand out for him to take. “You don’t get to just sit there and make fun of my dancing and singing.”

“Cyar’ika, I wouldn’t dream of making fun of you.”

“Of course not, especially not if you’re dancing with me.”

He raised his eyebrows at you. “I don’t dance.”

You laughed. “I’ve seen you at 79’s, so I beg to differ.”

A look a slight embarrassment crossed Kix’s face. “That’s different!” he defended. “Jesse makes sure we’re all adequately drunk!”

You walked over to him and took his hand, pulling him close to you. “I’ve got a little something if that’s what you need,” you said quietly, laughing as you watched his face.

“No, I would just step on your toes.”

You shook your head as you walked over to the radio and turned the music up. A slower song had just started to come through the speakers, and you were now on a mission to get him to dance, no matter what. “You really wouldn’t dance for me?” you asked, pulling out the tooka-eyes you knew he was never able to resist.

Kix sighed. He knew what you were doing, but he also knew that he would never say no to you. There was so much darkness in the world he lived in, so much pain that he saw every day during this war, and sometimes it was difficult to just let loose and dance like no one was watching. But no matter how bad his days got, no matter how many losses he felt and friends he lost, he light inside you was one of the biggest reasons that he got out of his cot in the morning, and he knew just as well as you did that he was going to agree to your request eventually.

As the two of you swayed to the music, he leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said softly. Kix never wanted this moment to end, even if he had already stepped on your foot once.

“Is that supposed to distract me from your terrible dancing?” you asked, a joking tone coming through in your stage whisper. “Because it’s not working.”

“Of course not,” he said. “But I was hoping you wouldn’t expect-” his grip on your hand tightened, and all of the sudden you were twirling, laughter bubbling from your lips as you realized what was happening. “-this!”

“Kix!” you shrieked. “I’m-”

“I won’t let you fall,” he responded, pulling you close to him again just as the song changed, a slightly faster tempo now coming through the speakers. “I promise.”

There was no “leader” as the two of you danced through the living room, giggling and smiling at each other. Kisses were shared between verses and choruses, and of course there were a few missteps on both of your parts, but you wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything (no matter how many times you stepped on each others’ toes by accident).

You had so many plans for the time you had with Kix during leave, but just this once you didn’t care that they hadn’t been followed. The fancy dinner you had planned to cook for him had now become a call to a nearby restaurant, and the two of you danced and sang along to the songs on the radio as you waited for the food to arrive. And when it finally did, you were both slightly breathless from dancing and laughing, but that didn’t matter one bit.

For these fleeting moments, the galaxy wasn’t at war, and Kix wasn’t leaving in two days. You were just together, and that was all that mattered.

- the end -

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thewayofthemandalorian · 2 years

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dreams dashed and divided - chapter five

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series Rating: M

Chapter Rating: M

Word count: 4,938

Notes: This chapter contains the true turning point for our reader and Mando. We’re going to deal with a lot of the fallout and finally begin to have some questions answered. It’s a bit of an emotionally heavy chapter, specifically near the end, but things really start to heal with Din and her in this chapter. I hope you all enjoy 💜

This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.

Comments/reblogs appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Scars, canon-typical violence, use of weapons, miscommunication, feelings, angst, implied/referenced sex, swearing, emotional discussions, communication, age gap: older man/younger woman (in flashbacks reader is 20 to Din’s 27, and in current day is 29 to his 36).

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Nine years ago, 0ABY

You wake as he’s getting up to go. It’s late. Or early. You don’t know what time it is. The light is on and you blink sleepily against its brightness as you open your eyes. Did he sleep? In his helmet? “Hey,” you say, trying to keep your voice light, casual. “Where are you going?”

“Hey,” he replies. He’s sitting at the edge of your bed, putting his boots on. “I can’t stay. The part for the Crest is in and I need to get going.”

Right. Of course. Your face falls and you try to rein in your disappointment. You knew this was coming. You just hoped…

“Hey. You okay?” Mando stands up, walks over to you in a stride and a half. He touches your chin with a gloved finger, forcing you to look at him.

You bite your lip self-consciously. “I just—I thought… Hoped, more like…” You’re embarrassed. He’s not going to stay for you, he never was. You feel vulnerable. Naked. In more than one way. You look down, but Mando gently pushes your chin up so you can look at him again.

“I know, cyar’ika. I wish we had more time, too. But I need to… plan my next moves.”

You’re not even going to ask what that means. “What does cyar’ika mean?” you ask instead.

Mando leans down and presses his helmeted forehead to your bare one. “It means sweetheart.”

Your face flames. “Oh.” Your voice is soft and you don’t know what to think. The way Mando’s voice softened when he said sweetheart makes you hope that he’s not done with you. “Are you—? Will you—?”

Mando gives a low chuckle. “Do you think so little of me that you believe this to be our last encounter, cyar’ika?” he asks, the teasing in his tone masking his worry that that is really what you think of him. You shake your head silently. “I just need to check in with a few people. Make sure of a few things. I’ll be back. I promise.” He strokes the back of your head with his free hand.

You’ve heard that line before. Mando is an extremely enigmatic man you’re coming to realize. A man of many surprises and layers. “When will you be back?”

“I don’t know.” At least he’s honest.

You pull back, offer a rueful smile. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be such a downer. I just… I thought we had more time before you had to go. It’s a real skank in the scud pie that you’re going. I’m used to having you around.”

Mando chuckles again. “Used to me, huh? Well, I’ve gotten used to you too, cyar’ika.” His thumb strokes your cheek. “I should get going. I have to—well, I’ll tell you when I come back.”

“Okay.” You lean up and kiss him on his beskar-covered cheek. “Go on, get out of here. Let me get my beauty rest,” you deadpan.

He presses his forehead to yours once more, an imitation of a kiss, and almost has to force himself to get up from where he sits next to you. He didn’t look below your neck the entire time, knowing that if he did, he was never going to leave. “I’ll be seeing you around, cyar’ika.”

You slump back against the pillows, listening to him as he walks out of the flat and down the stairs. A minute or two later, the back door of the cantina opens, then shuts. Leaving you alone.

After pulling your sleep clothes on, you turn the light off again, plunging yourself back into darkness. If you strain your ears, you think you might be able to hear the sounds of the Razor Crest and you hope that he wasn’t lying when he said that he would come back to you.

You’re almost asleep when Zarah sneaks in. “Are you asleep?” she hisses. You don’t answer. By the time she returns from getting ready for bed, you’re asleep again, dreaming of the helmeted man who already has your heart.

- - - -

Present day, 9ABY

At some point, when you think you’ve cried all the tears you think your body can produce, you stumble your way back to your room. You consider returning to Mando’s room for half a minute, but it’s late and these emotions are not best shared at this hour. Plus, you’re not sure if he was expecting you to stay. What would happen if you woke before him and his helmet was still off? He surely wasn’t expecting you to stay there with your eyes shut. Sure, he allowed you to remove it with him, but who’s to say he doesn’t regret it, won’t regret it in the morning?

You know you need to talk to him. Get things out in the open. Especially after what he said right before falling asleep.

Did he know that he said it? Was he aware of what he was saying? He’s said things before that he didn’t mean. Case in point: his promise to you nine years ago. To say that you love someone, though. It isn’t —shouldn’t be—something that one just says.

The Mando you knew all those years ago almost always meant what he said when it came to things like this. The you of a week ago or a year ago or five years ago would say differently. That he was a liar and a coward and was only using you. Now? Now you’re not so sure that’s true. So far he’s been a man of his word, something you can’t say the same of his actions the last time you saw him. Perhaps he’s changed since then? The Mando you knew then would never allow you to remove his helmet, let alone assist you in removing it.

It’s far too late to be having these thoughts. You need to go to sleep; you’ll need your energy for tomorrow. You have a bad feeling about this meeting with Greef Karga. It seems too neat, too well-organized.

That’s to say nothing about how you feel about this situation with Mando.

You toss and turn on the pallet, your mind racing at hyperspeed. The only sounds are those of the Razor Crest’s hydraulics. You can’t sleep. Again.

The only time you seem to be able to sleep well is when you’re with him. The person you just talked yourself out of going back to tonight.

And yet, here you are, getting yourself back up from the pallet after probably an hour and making your way back to Mando’s room. Like the idiot you apparently are.

It’s dark, but you’re used to the dark. His soft snores fill the room; he barely stirs as you slip back into the room, closing the door behind you.

You don’t take your sleeping clothes off. You just curl in under the covers and look at his outline as he sleeps. The steady rise and fall of his shoulders with his breathing. He’s shifted since you left however long ago. It’s soothing. In an odd way that you can’t pin down the why of, he’s soothing, too.

You reach out and touch his hair. You’ve never touched it before tonight and you don’t know if you’ll get the chance to again. It’s soft and feels like it has a curl to it. You wonder if he has bedhead when he wakes up in the morning. At your touch, Mando hums and for a second you think you’ve woken him up. After a minute, he settles back into sleep.

You know it’s a self-contradictory mess, whatever this thing you have with Mando. But you also know that two or more things can be true at the same time.

It’s a lot to think about.

Resolutely, you decide that tomorrow, you’ll be professional. You’re here to do a job. To help protect the child that’s in Mando’s care and to hopefully take down a final remnant of the Empire. You can wait to talk to Mando until after you have more information about this Greef Karga and his plan, who this Imperial client is and what the plan is to dispose of him.

You have a lot that you want to say. It can wait. It’s waited nine years, it can wait another day.

- - - -

Nine years ago, 0ABY

A week passes. Two. The second week gives way to a third one and still no sign or word from Mando.

He’d been very cagey, hesitant, in giving you information about what he was doing. Not so much as a “this is the planet I’m going to next.”

It’s clingy and you know it’s clingy. Sometime around day seventeen, you decide to stop waiting for him. If he shows up, he shows up. If not… Well, you’ll keep going. You always do.

Zarah spends most of her nights at Arden’s. She told you about her first night with him. The night that was your first (only?) night with Mando. You try to be happy for her, you really do, but you don’t like her choice of a partner.

In turn, you say nothing about your night with Mando. You know that she’ll outwardly disapprove.

“Okay, who is it?” she asks one day late in the third week when you’ve spent the past ten minutes wiping down the same spot.

“Who’s who?” you ask.

Zarah rolls her eyes. “Whoever’s got you pining like this. Who is it?”

You sigh and hedge. “It’s nothing.”

“Clearly it’s not nothing. Someone’s got you pining harder than I’ve ever seen you.”

“I do not pine,” you sniff. Zarah just gives you a look that says nice try. “Fine. You remember the Mandalorian that was here?” you ask.

She nods, her expression turning from curious to knowing. “Please tell me you didn’t…”

This is exactly why you didn’t want to tell her. “He said he’d be back.”

“Yeah, well I’m sure he tells that to all the women he meets when he’s doing his mercenary shit with literal convicts who are wanted in every rim.”

“He’s not like that!” you defend. “He’s—” You grunt. “He’s different.” You know exactly how it sounds, but you have a good feeling about Mando.

Zarah holds her hands up. “Okay, all right. You know him better than I do. Clearly you do,” she mutters. “Did he say when he’d be back?” she asks.

You shake your head. “Didn’t specify. I don’t think he knew how long he was going to be.”

Your best friend sighs. “I have to go meet Arden later. Oh, and mom wants me to move into her flat with her. Wants to teach me about bookkeeping and such.” You know Zella has no intention of actually teaching Zarah about bookkeeping. She just wants to keep a closer eye on her daughter. “She said the flat’s yours if you want.”

It’s the only consistent home you’ve known. “Yeah. Sure,” you say.

“You good to finish closing up here?” she asks, clearly wanting to get going. When you nod wordlessly, she beams. “Great. I will see you later. Don’t wait up!” she chirps as she sets her broom against the bar and dashes outside.

You grumble something and finish tidying up.

“Need a hand?” a modulated voice asks behind you.

You turn and see Mando leaning against a support beam. “Mando!”

He strides over to you and scoops you up into his arms. “I missed you, cyar’ika,” he murmurs. You wish that he could take the helmet off so that you could kiss him, so that you could see his face. This will do just fine, you think as you lead him up to the apartment.

Later, as you’re lying in bed next to him in the dark, your hand on his bare chest, head on his shoulder, you ask, “Where were you?”

“I was on a job. An audition of sorts for the Guild.”

“So you’re going to take Mr. Karga up on his offer?” you ask.

Mando shrugs. You feel it rather than see it. “I think so. I have some conditions, which I’m sure he will concede to.”

“What conditions do you have?” you ask.

“I want to be the one to take in my former crew.” His voice is hard, emotionless. There is clearly no love lost there. “Their bounties would be sufficient enough to pay for fuel for a full year.”

“That’s a good condition to have. It would show them that you are truly done with them,” you reply. Mando nods and silence falls. There’s more that he clearly asked for, but you won’t push. Instead you ask, “What colour are your eyes? And your hair?”

Mando doesn’t say anything for a minute. “Brown. Both brown.”

You smile sleepily, on the verge of sleep. “Stay this time,” you ask. “Don’t leave just yet.”

He holds you a bit closer, wishes he could take his helmet off for you so that he could kiss your forehead. “Not going anywhere, cyar’ika.”

You’re asleep before he can tell you he has another condition.

Mando ends up checking into the same inn that he stayed at the last time he was here. He stays for two weeks and every night after Zarah goes to meet Arden or brings her things to Zella’s, you go to the inn and spend your nights with Mando. You never see his face, knowing better now than to try and take his helmet off.

“I have to go soon,” he murmurs in the dark; one of his hands is resting on your ribcage, absently swirling patterns into your skin there, just beneath your breast. “Karga’s getting antsy.” Before you can say anything, he adds, “I’m hoping not to be too long this time. There’s some more conditions I need to talk to you about, get your opinion on.”

You grumble something he can’t hear. “I’ll hold you to that, Mando.”

When he’s certain that you’re fast asleep, he untangles himself from you. Removes his helmet for the briefest of minutes. Din looks at you without his helmet. Kisses your shoulder. And he wishes that this could be his life all the time.

Steeling himself, he puts his helmet back on. “Cyare. Wake up?” he murmurs.

“Mmmm. Is late. Sleepy,” you manage, trying and failing to open your eyes.

“I know it is, pretty girl. This will only take a minute. But I was thinking about my other condition.”

“Mmmm-hmmm?” you murmur.

Din takes you in again. “Well, one of my other conditions that Karga is willing to negotiate on is having a partner. Someone to help me with whatever bounty we have. Someone to…” Share a life with. “To… see the galaxy with.”

You’re suddenly wide awake. “Mando… what are you saying?” you ask. “Are you—you can’t be, can you?”

“I am,” Mando says simply. “You don’t have to give an answer right away—”

“Yes.”

- - - -

Present day, 9ABY

You slip out before Mando can wake up. He’s just waking up as you’re slipping out of his room. You’re careful not to look at his face.

He comes up into the cockpit where you’re sitting about twenty minutes later, helmet on, not a single piece of beskar out of place. The child is sitting in his pram, which is floating in place beside Mando. “Hey,” he says and he almost sounds… shy.

“Hi.” You keep your voice even.

Mando clears his throat. “Did you… sleep well?” he asks.

You shrug. “Fine. I forgot that you snore,” you tease.

“I do not snore.” The child looks at Mando in disbelief. “Um… uh…”

This is an entirely new thing that you’re seeing. The Mandalorian at a loss for words. “When are we getting to Nevarro?” you ask, throwing him a lifeline.

Din frowns. Were you not going to discuss what happened last night? “Not long now. Karga’s meeting us in the lava flats.”

You don’t like the sound of that. “I have a bad feeling about this, Mando. About this whole plan. It seems too… well-organized. Like there’s not a lot of room for error.”

Mando sighs, sitting down in the pilot’s seat to check on one of the gears. “I don’t like it much, either, but there’s not a lot we can do. We will learn more when we get there. The droid stays with the ship.”

“What is it with you and droids anyway?” you ask.

Din supposes you’re not addressing the bantha in the room, then. At least not right now. “It’s that droid in particular I don’t like.”

“I don’t know, Mando, he doesn’t seem all that bad to me. He did help me with my scar the other day.” It slips out. You hadn’t intended to divulge that information.

“He did?” Mando asks.

“Yeah. It’s not a big deal, but it was, I don’t know, nice of him I guess?” You leave out the part about him telling you to speak about your feelings.

Nothing else is said. Nevarro comes into view; you and Mando share a look before you go below to tell Kuiil and IG-11 that you’ve arrived.

The three of you emerge from the Razor Crest on the blurrgs. The man you assume to be Greef Karga is watching your group with interest. Behind him stand a few other people. Guards, you assume. “Apologies for the remote rendez-vous, Mando, but things have gotten complicated since you were last here,” he says. He takes you, Kuiil, and the closed pram in. “It appears introductions are in order. It seems we’ve both provided a security detail.” He looks back to his own men. “I recommend that someone stay with the ship. These lava fields are lousy with Jawas.” He looks to you when he makes the recommendation.

Mando sighs. “She’s coming. The droid is staying with the ship.”

Karga frowns. “A droid? In your company? My, things certainly have changed, Mando.”

Mando says nothing.

“The town is now run by ex-Empire,” Karga informs your group. “Surely this fine lady would not mind—”

“She’s coming with me,” Mando repeats, brooking no denial.

Karga groans. “Fine. The droid it is, then.” He pauses. “Who is this fine specimen?” he asks.

Mando introduces you, giving your name, then adds, “Queenpin of Kijimi.”

Karga recognizes your name. “You’re the person Mando was so adamant to have join him so long ago when he first joined the Guild. I’ve heard of the queenpin of Kijimi, but I never would have thought— You know there’s a bounty on your head. Quite a handsome reward, too. Mando, you old dog. Is that why you brought her?”

You wave it off. “Oh, I already know about those bounties. Kijimi isn’t exactly a haven of upstanding moral or legal behaviour. I didn’t go anywhere, your bounty hunters could have tried. And perhaps some of them did.”

Karga laughs. “I like this one, Mando. I can see why you went back to her after all this time.”

You had no idea that Mando had ever mentioned you to Karga, let alone that he had actually requested that you come with him. You had supposed after all this time, that he was simply making that up.

“Now, where is the little one?” The three of you glance at each other and Mando presses a few buttons on his wrist pad, bringing the pram forward. It hisses as it opens, revealing the child to Karga. “So… this little bogwing is what all the fuss was about.” He picks up the child.

At the same time you and Mando reach for the weapons in your holsters, at the ready should anything go awry.

“What a precious little creature! I can see why you didn’t want to harm a hair on its wrinkled little head.” He places the child back in the pram, and before he can do anything else, the pram is shut. “I’m glad this matter will be put to rest once and for all. The sun drops fast here, we should move out while there’s still light and make camp by the riverbank. Then we can make our way into town at first light.”

None of you say anything.

If you thought Arvala-7 was warm, Nevarro is downright miserable. “How can you stand the heat?” you ask Mando. “How can anyone?”

“You get used to it. I used to think the same of Kijimi’s coldness when I first arrived there.”

It gets dark quickly and before you know it, you’re arriving at the riverbank. Your muscles are aching for relief. You don’t know if it’s from riding the blurrg all day, what you did last night, or a combination of both, but you’re relieved for the reprieve.

It’s a quiet dinner. You feed the child some of the meat that you’re sharing with the rest of the group. “I guess the little bugger's a carnivore. Never seen anything like it,” Karga muses. “They were ready to pay a king's ransom for that thing,” he tells you. “Must be for some kind of highfalutin menagerie.” He chuckles, but Mando’s not in the mood for speculation.

“Let’s go over the plan again,” he says tersely.

Karga’s unworried. “We show the client the bait. We join him at the table and then you kill him.”

Mando wants more details. Karga is iffy on them, hedges and holds back until prodded one too many times. Despite all the details, it still doesn’t add up. “Trust me,” he says, getting up to get another piece of meat from the spit. “Nothing can go wrong.”

As if on cue, a flying predator you can’t identify chooses that moment to make itself known. It takes two of the Blurrgs. Mando keeps you out of its way, making sure that you and the child are safe while shooting at the monster. From behind Mando, you shoot it as well. It takes a lot of firepower and a lot of teamwork before the creature is felled. In the melee, it’s Karga who gets the brunt of the injuries.

“Are you okay?” Mando asks you, checking you over to see if you’re hurt at all.

“I’m fine. Karga.” You point at Mando’s boss, who’s lying on the ground. It isn’t good. He needs high-power medicine. If only IG-11 was here.

In the chaos of trying to get Greef calmed down, none of you notice the child making his way over. “Get him out of here,” you hiss to Mando. “He shouldn’t see this.”

“Wait,” says Kuiil, noticing that the child is resting his hand on Karga’s arm where the monster attacked.

What happens next is something that you can’t rightly explain. You’ve heard of such things, of such powers. Your father had called them the Jedi. A race of peaceful warriors with special abilities. You had thought them all gone.

His work done, the child slumps down to the ground and you rush to pick him up. “Are you all right, sweetheart?” you murmur to him. He coos sleepily and you hand him to Kuiil before returning your attention to Karga.

His arm is almost completely healed. A look of wonder and contemplation on his face that almost mirrors everyone else’s.

- - - -

It’s Karga who suggests taking shifts to keep watch. You insist that he does not take a shift. He needs to rest; instead, Mando offers to take the first watch.

The ground is hard and hot, and your mind is racing. Again. It’s been a hellish day. You still have no idea what’s going on with you and Mando; he stared at you on and off all day as if he was waiting for you to say something, anything, about last night. You also don’t know what tomorrow is going to bring. You don’t know how the child managed to do what he did and you wonder if that’s why so many people are looking for him, why his bounty was so high. From Mando’s countenance, it’s not the first time the child has done something like this in front of him. There are so many things going on in your head, so many things that you alone are not responsible for or can make sense of. There is only one thing you can possibly make sense of, or at least begin to make sense of.

Mando senses your presence almost instantly. He’s staring into the embers of the fire from earlier. “Hey. Couldn’t sleep?” he asks.

“No. Um… can we talk?” you ask.

You go a little ways away from the group so your voices don’t wake them. “Listen—” Mando starts, but you cut him off.

“Me first.” You don’t really know where to start, only that you need to start. “I waited for you. For nine years. Nine years,” you emphasize. “I—You said that you were going to take me away from Kijimi. That we would be partners. More than partners. But then… You had Xi’an do your dirty work for you. You were too much of a coward to tell me that you didn’t want me. You could have just told me that instead of trying to kill me.” It comes out haltingly, nine years of hurt bubbling to the surface.

Mando’s about to say something, but you interrupt again. “You left me. You said that you would be back and you never came back. And I waited for you. For years. I waited for you. You made me feel alive, made me feel seen, understood, at long last. I was so…lonely before I met you. And I’ve been lonely ever since you left. A loneliness I thought you understood. Zarah warned me against you and I defended you. Only for you to leave me like—like that. You said that I wasn’t like this before? Well it’s because of what happened that made me like this. What I had to do in my job that made me like this. I just wanted to go away with you. I never wanted… Mando, I never wanted this life. I wanted to see the galaxy with you.” Your vision is blurry and you have to blink against the stinging in your eyes. It doesn’t do much. “You left me. And the thing I don’t understand? After all this time, why would you say that you love me? Why would you do these things to make me confused? I don’t understand what you want with me. After all this time and I don’t even know your fucking name. I don’t know what you look like. All I know is that I love you and what you did hurt me and you confuse the living hell out of me.” The first part was meant to stay back, stay hidden, but your mouth is running away from you.

Din is confused. That’s not how he remembers things. It’s clear that you don’t have all the information. His heart zeroes in on the first fact that you state. That you love him. He can’t focus on that right now, though. “I didn’t leave you; I came back for you,” he defends. “And I didn’t have Xi’an try to kill you. She did that of her own accord. Why would I…? I would never—” It’s the vehemence in his tone that confirms what you originally suspected about Xi’an’s part in this nine years ago, that she acted alone and with no outside influence from anyone. That still doesn’t explain the other thing.

“When? When did you come back for me? You left me. You said you would be back but you never came back,” your voice is hoarse. “I waited for you every day for nine years and you never once came back. That’s almost worse than—” You can’t bring yourself to say it.

“You didn’t want me to come back,” he interjects.

You blink again, this time in disbelief. “What are you talking about? When did I ever indicate that I didn’t want you around? I loved you, Mando. I still do. Even after you left me, because what happened on that last day didn’t make sense. It didn’t add up. It still doesn’t.”

Mando’s voice is thick. “I—I wanted to come back. I did come back for you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” You’ve heard his voice thick with desire, as recently as last night. You’ve never heard it thick with emotion before. You’ve never heard him apologize once. Not truly. You assumed it was part of his Mandalorian culture. “I’m sorry for what I did. For not coming back to you. But I was under the impression—” He can’t tell you. Not right now. He can’t throw anyone under like he wants to; it isn’t fair to you. You deserve to find out the truth from them. “I wasn’t good for you then. I needed to be a better man for you. By the time… It was already too late.”

“You were already good for me. You don’t get to make that decision for me!” you shout, but there’s no real anger in your words.

Mando exhales shakily. “I’m sorry,” he repeats. He steps towards you, reaches out hesitantly. You allow him. It’s clear to you that there are missing pieces still. Pieces that he either doesn’t know or want to divulge right now. You make a note to ask Zarah the next time you talk to her; she’s the only other person who was there for the entire aftermath of what happened. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “I never wanted to— I wanted to—I was—” You take his hands in yours.

There’s more that needs to be said, you both know it. But that’s enough for now.

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Love me a good dice roll,

6 (Wrecker), 6 (How long have you been standing there) and 4 (One bed). For the reader I’ll go for He/Him pronouns.

Wow okay so that fit pretty well together. What immediately comes to mind is Reader and Wrecker having to share a room while on a mission for Cid (probably set sometime early s2). Wrecker and Reader have been flirting for a little bit and Reader walks in on Wrecker figuring out how to ask him if he wants to share the bed. Wrecker is trying not to come off as too forward and is embarrassed in a very down bad way.

Feel free to use/not use any of the prev paragraph, I’ve loved your work so far so I’d be excited for whatever you come up with.

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Wrecker x masc!reader (he/him pronouns, no other description)

Author’s Note: I hope you like this Anon!! It was very fun to write and I love me some soft Wrecker 💛

Warnings: lots of fluff, suggestive flirting, making bets on a relationship

Mando’a Guide: cyar’ika - darling, sweetheart

Wrecker of Clone Force 99 was a clone commando. He was a highly trained weapons and explosives expert. He was bigger and stronger than nearly every foe he’d come across. He’d survived the war, despite numerous close calls. He was a deadly force.

And yet here he was, talking to a wall and pretending it was you.

He’d met you a few months ago, a bright spot in the darkness and confusion of his life that had been turned upside down after the war. You were nice and funny, you got along well with his siblings, and on top of it all you were so good to look at. You seemed to like talking to him; you didn’t tell him he was too loud or treat him like he was stupid. You were almost as physically affectionate as he was - something Tech had noted as ‘impressive’ - taking all of his hugs and bumps in stride and returning them. You were so good for him. So why was he so scared of you in this moment?

It was a fairly simple mission; stake out the cantina, get the intel, get it back to Cid. The lack of planned explosions had disappointed him, but the way you offered to come with them had almost made him forget about all that.

“Not sure that’s a good idea,” Hunter had said. “You’re a civvie. Do you have any training?”

“Training for what? Eavesdropping?” you laughed. “Besides, I’ll fit in as a ‘civvie’ at a bar better than any of you.”

Wrecker’s lips had broken out in a grin. “C’mon, Sarge,” he pleaded, breaking out the tooka eyes that had a decent success rate on his brother.

Hunter exchanged a tired look with Echo who shrugged. “Fine,” he sighed, fixing Wrecker with his patented ‘Over It’ look. “But you’re keeping an eye on him.”

“Yessir!” Wrecker shouted, scooping you up and tossing you in the air. You yelped, but wrapped your arms around his neck as he caught you.

“Wrecker, you lunatic!” you laughed as he set you back on the ground, gentle as can be. “Stars, you’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

“I can think of a couple other ways to make your heart stop,” he smirked, nudging you hard enough for you to almost lose your balance.

“Oh, I bet you could, Big Guy,” you purred, biting your lip as you placed a hand on Wrecker’s bicep.

“Maker,” Hunter groaned, ushering Omega away. “Not in front of the kid.”

“What’s he talking about, Hunter?” Omega asked. “Is Wrecker gonna jump out and scare him?”

“Somethin’ like that, kid,” Hunter grumbled.

Lost in the flirty banter with each other, neither you nor Wrecker noticed Echo chuckle, bumping Tech with his arm. “Ten credits Wrecker still won’t actually make a move.”

Tech gestured towards you. “Twenty says it’ll be him that makes the move.”

That was yesterday. Today, however, Wrecker was feeling a little queasy. While you were scouting the cantina with Tech and Omega, he, Hunter, and Echo were getting a couple rooms at a nearby motel.

Once he’d paid for the rooms, he led Wrecker and Echo up to them.

“Only got two?” Echo asked, noting the two access cards in Hunter’s hand.

“All Cid gave us enough for,” he grunted.

“Good thing we all like each other.”

One of the doors slid open to reveal a small room. One double bed, a fresher, and minimal space otherwise. The opening of the other door revealed the same.

“Tech usually sleeps sitting up, when he sleeps,” Echo noted. “He’ll probably want to watch over the ship anyway.”

Hunter nodded. “We’ll take this one, and Wrecker, you don’t mind sharing with… someone else, do you?”

“With… oh, I-I, uh,” he stammered. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

Echo eyed him, fighting a smirk. “You’re closer with him than the rest of us.”

Wrecker swallowed. “I- I guess so, but-”

“Perfect,” Hunter grinned, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Wrecker sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously awaiting your arrival. He looked up at the wall - too close in front of him - and practiced.

“Hey, so Hunter said we gotta share this one and I– aw, that’s no good.”

“I know there’s not a lotta room, but I’ll stay over on this side and I won’t try and cuddle you or nothin’– not that I wouldn’t like that, but – ugh.”

He slumped forward, letting his forehead hit the wall a couple times.

“I know it’s weird, but there’s only one bed and… I don’t wanna sleep on the floor so if ya wanna share… kriff.”

He sighed deeply, running a hand down his face.

“You’re really nice to me and you’re funny and pretty and I really, really like you and I don’t want ya to hate me for wantin’ to share with you. I– I wanna be close to ya’, but I don’t want ya to think I’m creepy and I really don’t wanna scare you away.”

“You won’t scare me away,” you said quietly, unable to stop yourself from speaking up.

Wrecker, though, just about jumped out of his skin, shouting your name in surprise. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough, Big Guy,” you chuckled, walking over to sit next to him. “Wrecker, why would I think you’re creepy?”

You watched his cheeks tint pink. “Well, I, uh… I know we- we talk a lot and it gets a little rowdy sometimes a-and we’re friends and all but I don’t wanna force ya into anything…”

“Is that what we are, Wrecker?” you asked, and he realized just how close you were as your tongue flicked out to wet your lips. “Are we just friends?”

He hesitated. “If… if that’s what you want.”

Suddenly your hand was on his cheek and his face turned redder than a Corrie’s armor. “I like being friends with you, but…” you heard his breath still in his chest. “But I’d like to be something more.”

Wrecker died. He was sure he’d died. Or maybe he’d just fallen asleep and this was all a dream.

You smiled as you watched his brain work through what you said. A moment later his face split into a bigger grin than you’d ever seen from him before as he jumped up, scooping you up into a hug with a joyous laugh.

“Maker, cyare,” he hummed. “You make me so happy.”

“Just as you make me, Wrecker,” you whispered.

You pressed a light kiss to his cheek, chuckling at the way his face heated up. “Now, I believe you said something about cuddling?”

Wrecker grinned wickedly, falling onto the bed with you still in his arms.

Next door, Hunter chuckled. “You owe Tech twenty credits, Echo.”

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the-bad-batch-baroness · 1 year

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Please Hold My Hand

Clone [insert] x Fem!Reader

Summary: Today is your yearly gynecological exam and you’re less than excited about it, but your boyfriend is there to make it better.

Pairing: Clone [insert] x Fem!Reader

Characters: Clone [insert], Kix

Tags & Warnings: 16+ for allusions to female anatomy, no graphic descriptions, male!gynecologist, gynecological procedures, gynecological tools, fear, anxiety, hurt/comfort, fluff, soft kisses, supportive clone boyfriend, clone insert fic, based on a real life experience and dialogue

Word Count: 3.2k

Author's Note: I had my yearly exam today and it was an absolutely terrifying experience. The nurse had to hold my hand the whole time and she was absolutely amazing! But I thought about how great it would be to have my fave clone there holding my hand instead. This is for all the v*gina owners that struggle with their yearly exams 💚 (I chose Kix as the gyno because I know that man would be super gentle and not weird about it). As always, please enjoy 💚

@clonexreaderbingo Square: Relax

“I don’t want to go,” you pout while sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting your head in your hands. You were all set to go to your appointment, but now your nerves are getting to you and you’re having second thoughts.

“Meshl'a,” he walks over to you, places a gentle hand on your shoulder, and crouches down to look you in the eyes. “You should go. It’s for your health and safety.”

“But it’s uncomfortable,” you groan as your mind wanders to the last time you went to the gynecologist. You shudder and shift uncomfortably at the memories. “It’s awkward and it hurts.”

He sits down on the bed next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder to pull you against his side. He leans his head over top of yours and breathes softly. “I can go with you, if you want.”

“You would?” you respond with a little surprise. “Really?” Your heart melts. Out of the few boyfriends you’ve had, none of them ever offered to go to your exam with you. They never understood how truly terrifying the exam was for you.

“Of course,” he answers with a shoulder shrug. “If it will make you more comfortable.”

You hesitate and fidget with your fingers as you think about the offer. On one hand, it would be great to have the emotional support for such a frightening exam, but on the other hand, you don’t want him to see you in such a vulnerable state. Not that he would do or say anything to embarrass you, but you haven’t been together yet, so it might be awkward. You put your hands against your face and blush at the thought.

You remove your hands from your face and clasp them on your lap. “Okay,” you exasperate. “I’ll do it, but only if you go with me.”

“Say no more, cyar’ika,” he gives you a soft kiss on the cheek and gets up to grab his things so he can go with you to your appointment.

As you approach the facility, your anxiety increases and your heart pounds in your chest. You know exactly what is coming and you’re not looking forward to it. You cling a little tighter to his side as you walk in and head to the reception counter. You think it’s a little weird to be at a GAR facility for your exam, but that’s supposedly a perk of being a clone trooper’s girlfriend. You’ve heard good things about the GAR facility’s care, but that doesn’t make you less nervous.

You check in with the receptionist droid and it scans the serial number in his left wrist to make sure you’re eligible to receive care. Your mouth is completely dry as you sit in the waiting area for them to call you in. You hope you get a humanoid doctor and not some cold mechanical droid, but you can never be sure. You don’t get to choose your doctor in these types of facilities. As your foot bounces up and down on the floor, he places a strong hand on your thigh and gives you a small smile.

You take a deep breath and exhale. You tell yourself you’re going to be okay and that he’s with you, so nothing can hurt you in there. You try to convince yourself that this time will be different. Maybe you’ll be able to relax this time. Maybe it’ll fit better this time. Maybe it won’t hurt so much this time. But try as you might, you can’t convince yourself it’ll be better. Before your thoughts can continue, you hear your name called and the two of you get up.

You hang onto his hand in desperation and stare down at your feet while walking towards the droid. Not paying attention to anything else, you suddenly lurch backwards when his hand is no longer moving forward with yours. Unsure as to why he stopped walking, you look up and see the droid holding out its arm in front of him. “Non-spouses are not allowed in the exam room,” the droid states.

“What?” you ask with wide eyes as your anxiety increases. “No, you don’t understand, he needs to go with me.”

“I’m sorry,” the droid continues. “But, protocol dictates that non-spousal family members are not allowed during an exam.”

Your breath catches in your throat. The fear of being alone in that cold room overwhelms you and your heart beats rapidly. You whip around to leave, not caring about the appointment cancellation fee, when you bump nose-first into his chest plate. You startle for a moment, but lean your forehead to rest against him in defeat. Tears begin to form in your eyes. You don’t want to go in there alone. You don’t want them to touch you. You don’t want them to hurt you.

“Shhh,” he hushes while wrapping his warm hands around your back to hold you tight against him. “Udesii, cyar’ika. It’s going to be okay.”

“I don’t want to do this,” you muffle your words into his chest.

“I know,” he soothes while rubbing his hands up and down your back for comfort. “I know.”

“Would you like to cancel your appointment?” the droid asks.

“Can you give us a moment?” he retorts sharply.

“I’m sorry, but we’re on a tight schedule,” the droid points out.

He lets go of you and confronts the droid. “Listen,” he begins with a gruff tone. “She needs a second.”

“Would you like to cancel your appointment?” the droid asks again.

“Can I cancel you?” he raises his voice in annoyance.

“Is everything alright over here?” Kix asks as he walks into the waiting room after hearing the mild confrontation.

“Oh, thank the Maker,” he sighs in relief at the sight of his brother Kix. “This droid won’t let me go in the exam room with her.”

“I see,” Kix notes as he looks at you, sees your terrified expression, and quickly realizes the situation. “Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the droid starts again. “But it is against protocol—”

“I’m in charge today,” Kix begins to explain with a snarky tone while placing a finger in the droid's face. “So, I say he can come with her.”

“But—” the droid tries to interject again but is cut off.

“Alright, follow me,” Kix directs while ignoring the droid and walking through the door to the inner facility.

You both follow Kix through the door and down the corridor. The facility is a mirror image of Kamino. Everything is white and bright and… sterile. Your shoes clack on the tile flooring, making an unnerving sound. You grip his hand tighter as you walk through the halls and he gently squeezes it to remind you he’s still there. The further you walk the more your anxiety increases. You can feel the sweat forming in the palm of your hand and you find it embarrassing.

Your first stop is the vitals station. You nervously step on the scale and Kix notes the weight in your chart. Kix then notes your blood pressure, pulse, and oxygen saturation before leading you both to one of the exam rooms. As you enter the room, you see the exam table with the stirrups and a knot forms in the pit of your stomach. You feel sick. You hate this appointment more than anything in the world. It’s only once a year, but once a year is enough.

Kix pulls out a gown and a small sheet and hands it to you. “Everything comes off, gown ties in the front like a robe, and the sheet goes across your lap. I’ll be back in a couple minutes.”

“What?” you ask as your face goes pale. “You’re… You’re doing the exam?”

“Yes, I am,” Kix answers hesitantly as he can tell you are uncomfortable with the idea. “There’s a lifeform giving birth to twenty upstairs, so they pulled some last minute fill-ins from the troops here on Coruscant.”

“Nope,” you squeak out in response as you shake your head and back away until you feel his chest plate against you.

“I’m fully certified,” Kix explains as he tries to quell your worries. “Done it several times and seen it all, literally.”

“Nope,” you repeat. Your head is spinning. You don’t care what credentials Kix has or how many times Kix has done it. There’s no way a he is touching you down there.

“It’s okay, cyar’ika,” he reassures you while gently rubbing your shoulders. “I’d trust this man with my life.”

“It’s not my life I’m worried about!” you retort with fear.

“I’ll be here the whole time,” he continues to comfort you and plants a small kiss on the top of your head. “You know I won’t let him hurt you, right?”

You think about it for a moment, weighing the options in your mind. The whole situation has completely blown up in your face and you’re not sure you can relax now even if you want to. You mull it over quickly, because you know Kix has other things to do. You also know that your boyfriend really won’t let anyone hurt you and he’ll be right there beside you, but it’s still a hard decision. You take a deep breath and squeeze your eyes shut.

“Okay,” you sigh in agreement while leaning your head back against his chest plate. A male human is still better than a droid.

Kix nods his head and leaves the exam room and closes the door to give you privacy. You give a shy pleading look at your boyfriend and he turns himself around without a word. You take a deep breath and begin undressing. The tile floor is cold against your feet and goose bumps form on your body as the cool air in the room brushes over your skin. You shiver as you tie the gown and hop onto the exam table. You lay the sheet across your lap and cross your legs tightly.

You startle upright when you hear the knock on the door and Kix walks back in. Kix takes a seat on the rolling chair and puts on a pair of gloves while looking at your anxious state. Your muscles are tense, your legs are not quite where they need to be, and you look like you're ready to jump out of a window. “Are you okay?” Kix asks with concern.

“No,” you say with a shaky voice. “I don’t like this exam.”

“Not many do,” Kix agrees with a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the mood a little. “I’ll do it as quickly as I can, okay?”

You nod your head because your words are lost somewhere in the atmosphere.

“You know,” Kix begins as he pulls out the needed tools. “They say, men are actually more gentle when giving this exam than women are.”

You give a small ‘mhm’ in acknowledgement.

“See,” he says while leaning against the counter next to the exam table. “Kix will take good care of you no problem.”

You really want to slap him in the face for that remark. Not that you would, since he’s genuinely trying to comfort you, but it’s hard for men to understand what it’s like to have a metal duckbill shoved inside you and then being pried open like an oyster. It’s humiliating is what it actually is, and painful. As you wait for Kix to continue, your breath becomes rapid and your body begins to shake. You want to get it over with, but you don’t want to get it over with.

“We’ll start with the pap smear, then a pelvic exam, and finish with a quick breast exam,” Kix explains while wheeling over in front of the exam table. “Sounds good?”

You nod automatically, but you really just want to vomit.

“Lay back, scoot forward to the edge of the table, and put your feet in the stirrups,” Kix instructs.

You take another deep breath and start scooting down the table. Your face turns red at how awkward this is. The silence in the room is deafening. It feels like they’re both staring and judging you, even though they aren’t. You lift your feet up and place them into the stirrups, but lean your knees against each other with an iron grip, too embarrassed to expose yourself. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you think about what’s going to happen next.

Kix gives you a soft and compassionate look at your discomfort. “I'm gonna need you to spread your legs out.”

You look up at the ceiling and hold your breath as you slowly open your legs to put them in the proper position. Your heart beats rapidly and pounds in your ears. You don’t want to be here. You don’t want to be here. You tell yourself this over and over again as your body shakes in fearful anticipation. You're pulled out of your downward spiral by a warm hand being placed atop yours. You look over and it’s him, standing right next to you, looking at you with his big brown eyes.

“Please hold my hand,” you ask with a shaky voice. He smiles and opens his palm for you to grab his. His hands are so much bigger than yours, but also gentle and warm. You feel a bit more strength while holding onto him.

He bends over to get on your level and places a kiss on your cheek. “Cyar’ika, you’re doing great.”

His presence and words of comfort give you a small sense of peace, but the feelings quickly dissipate when you hear the dreaded clink of the speculum. You grip his hand tighter and you feel your body tense up automatically. You know tensing only makes it worse, but who wouldn’t feel tense being splayed out like this? You try to breathe through it, but it’s like you're underwater and drawing in fear. You hold your breath and brace for it.

“Take a deep breath for me and relax,” Kix coaches you as he rolls to the side to look at you and motions with his hands. Kix takes a deep breath along with you. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

You take another deep breath and feel the torturous instrument intrude. “Ow!” you flinch away from the source of the pain and grip his hand tighter. The instrument intrudes a little farther. “Ow!” you yell, digging your nails into his skin. Ow! Ow! Ow!” you yell louder in succession. “Please, stop!”

Kix stops the exam and gives you a moment to collect yourself.

“Do we have to do this?” you ask through a panting breath as tears form in the corner of your eyes. Seeing your distress he kisses your temple to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, but we do,” Kix laments, feeling awful about your pain and discomfort. “I know this isn’t fun.”

“I don’t want to do this,” you say while bringing a hand up to cover your face to wipe the tears away.

“Eh,” Kix begins while rummaging around in one of the drawers. “There might be a smaller one in here somewhere.”

“I’m so sorry,” you cry in embarrassment at how childish you are being.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” Kix encourages as he pulls out another speculum. “You’ve done nothing wrong. There are a lot of women who struggle with this exam.”

“I think you’re doing a great job,” he reassures you while nuzzling the side of your face with his own.

“Ready to try again?” Kix asks with a kind smile.

You take a deep breath and mutter ‘no’ under your breath, but you nod your head yes instead. Kix starts the exam again and you feel the instrument start to intrude. “Ow!” you wince. It’s still uncomfortable, and painful, but it’s better than the last try. “Ow!” you grimace as it finally makes some progress. Now you can feel the instrument start to pressurize your insides. You groan and grit your teeth and scrunch your neck at the pain and discomfort. You tighten your grip on his hand.

“Easy,” he whispers into your ear in response to your intense grip. He kisses your cheek. “Deep breaths, cyar’ika. Deep breaths. Relax. I’ve got you.”

That’s right. You forgot to breathe again. You take in a few deep breaths, but the room starts spinning as you realize your beginning to hyperventilate. You want to leave right now. You turn your head to look at him with pleading eyes, waiting for him to scoop you up and remove you from this torture chamber, but he doesn’t. He just gazes lovingly into your eyes. So much love. So much care. So much comfort.

“And done,” Kix says as he pulls the speculum back out. “How are you doing?”

“I…” you say breathlessly while swallowing hard against your dry throat. “I’m okay.” In reality, your insides are throbbing and your head is spinning.

“You’re going to feel a little pressure again for the pelvic exam,” Kix warns as he grabs the surgical lubricant off the counter. “Are you ready for this?”

Of course you’re not ready. You’re never ready for someone to do this to you. You’re not sure which one is worse, the pap smear or the pelvic exam, but they're both terrible. You let out a little ‘mhm’ in response and take a few more breaths. As the pressure increases, you wince. “Ow!” You shut your eyes tightly and squeeze his hand again as you wait for it to be over. You feel the pressure subside and you let out the breath you were holding in.

“All done,” Kix says happily as he tosses his gloves in the trash receptacle. Kix puts on a new pair and does a quick breast exam. “The results of the pap smear will be back in a couple days, but other than that, you’re all set to go.”

“Thanks,” you say while slowly sitting up on the exam table. You feel dizzy and your legs are like jello. Your boyfriend stands up beside you and slides a hand across your back to help stabilize you when he notices your sway. You pull your shaky legs out of the stirrups and let them dangle down the side of the exam table.

Kix gives you another smile before taking his leave. “You did great kid. Like a real trooper.”

You smile back at Kix and he shuts the door behind to leave the two of you in peace. You lean your head against his chest, and he wraps his arms around you and plants small kisses on the top of your head. He was right, it was much better with him there. To be able to hold his hand and squeeze it when you were in pain was such a relief. To know he was there, giving you praise, and encouraging you through the whole thing was amazing. He’s definitely a keeper.

“Why don’t we go grab some ice cream,” he says while helping you off the exam table and steadying your wobbly legs on the floor.

“That would be perfect,” you answer with a sigh of relief.

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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The Tattoo

Summary: You scheduled a tattoo appointment for yourself, Bly is hurt that you won’t tell him what you’re getting a tattoo of.

Pairing: Commander Bly x F!Reader

Word Count: 1271

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I love Bly. So much. More people should write for him.

You open the door to your apartment, and sigh when Bly breezes past you and settles himself at your kitchen table. “Hello to you too,” You call into the house as you shut the door and follow him into your kitchen.

Carelessly, you drop into the chair across from him.

Bly has a small smile on his face as he leans across the table, “You’re breaking my heart, cyar’ika.” The familiar nickname falls from his lips easily, it’s a shame that you don’t speak a lick of Mando’a and it’s even more of a shame that no one will tell you what it means.

You roll your eyes, “It’s a tattoo, Bly. It’s not like I’m moving to Tatooine to start a new life as a moisture farmer.”

“Yeah, but, not only did I have to find out about this from my brothers,” He says pointedly, “You won’t tell me what you’re getting a tattoo of. So. Heart broken.”

“Oh, come on. You’re covered in tattoos.” You point out as you gesture, vaguely, towards the golden tattoos flowing down his arms, and peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

“Please tell me what your tattoo is going to be?” He drapes himself across your table dramatically and folds his hands over yours, “The curiosity is killing me.”

“You’ll just have to wait and see. Just like everyone else.”

“Oh! You can let me go with you!”

“No, Bly.” There’s an amused smile on your lips, “It’s supposed to be a surprise.”

“I’m surprised. I didn’t know you were interested in tattoos.”

“Well…I’m not really.” You shrug, “I lost a bet.”

Bly immediately sits up, and something dangerous slides through his eyes, “What.”

“Easy Bly.” Your amusement grows, “Your overprotective tendencies are showing.”

“Is someone forcing you to get this?”

“Not forcing me, no. I did agree to the bet willingly. And I’m able to choose the tattoo and the location, so it’s not so bad.”

Still, he frowns, “If you don’t want a tattoo then don’t get one. If anyone has a problem with it, they can take it up with me.”

“Bly,” His dark eyes snap to your face, “I’m okay with it. Really.”

Some of the offended tension drains from his shoulders, “What bet did you lose anyway?”

At that your face burns, “Um…not important.”

You’re definitely not going to admit that you had a bet with Stripe on whether or not Bly was romantically involved with General Secura. You thought he was, as much as it broke your heart, Stripe was convinced that he wasn’t.

Stripe was right.

Which is a win/lose scenario for you. Win because you might, possibly, have a chance with him now. Lose because you do have to get a tattoo.

Bly slides into the chair next to you and pokes your cheek, “Cyar’ika,” He coos, “What was the bet?”

You bat his hand away, “I’m not telling.”

“Is it embarrassing? Ooh, was it a sex bet.”

“What? No!” You stare at him, “Why would you ask that?”

“Curious.” But there’s something odd in his smile, “Come on, cyar’ika. Tell me? Please?”

“Fine!” You fold your arms, and pointedly won’t look at him, “I had a bet with Stripe,”

“Uh-huh.”

“About whether or not you’re dating General Secura.”

Bly blinks at you. Twice.

“And…uh…who started the bet?”

“Stripe.”

“Right. Right.” He stands and drops a kiss to your temple, “Cool. Cool, cool, cool. I’m going to go beat the shit out of my brother. Comm me when your tattoo is done? I wanna see it.”

“Uh…sure? Why are you-?”

“Don’t worry about it. Reasons!”

Several hours later, Bly hurries back to his cyar’ika’s apartment, absently massaging his bruised knuckles.

Stripe deserved the beat down he got. And sure, General Secura had been Not Pleased with the fight, but it had been well deserved.

Stripe conned his cyar’ika and forced her to get a tattoo, for all that she claimed that he wasn’t forcing her. It wasn’t a fair bet. Stripe knows how Bly feels about his cyar’ika.

The look of resigned acceptance on his brother’s face when Bly returned to the Barracks did make him a little less annoyed. But only a little.

Bly runs up the stairs and reaches the door at the same time as his cyar’ika.

A small smile crosses her pretty lips, “That was quick.” She teases lightly.

“Well, I was waiting for the comm,” Bly admits as he scans her body, but he doesn’t see any bandages that might hide a tattoo, “Where is it?”

She rolls her eyes with a laugh, and keys open the door, “So impatient, Bly. I thought you were supposed to be a commander.” Her voice is light and teasing.

“I am, but this has been killing me.” He follows her into the house, and smacks the button to shut and lock the door, “Come on, cyar’ika. Where is it? Did you back out?”

“No. Rude.” She pauses, “Did you think I would?”

“No. Of course not.” Bly lies…badly.

“Bly!”

“What! You said they weren’t really your thing.” He says defensively.

She folds her arms over her chest, and Bly tries, really hard, to not drop his gaze to her breasts. He will be respectful, damn it.

Her lips twitch, “You want to see it?”

“Yes! Please.”

She laughs, “Alright, alright. Just so you know, I have to take off my shirt.”

He pauses, “Where, exactly, is your tattoo?”

“On my back.” She says with a grin.

“Alright, let’s see it.”

She turns around and peels her shirt off, and Bly’s breath catches in his throat. Partly because she is half naked, in front of him, and he’s kind of stupid when it comes to her, but partly because of the design on her back.

It looks like his.

Well. Sort of.

Rather than just geometrical designs, hers look more like vines, with stunning gold flowers decorating the across her shoulder and down her side. In fact, the gold of the flowers looks almost identical to the gold of his own tattoos.

He steps closer and lightly, very lightly, trails a finger across the vine.

“Beautiful.” He breathes out, only half talking about the tattoo.

She turns her head to look at him, a grin on her lips, “Yeah?”

Bly’s gaze locks with hers, and he smiles, “Yeah.” He’s not talking about the tattoo anymore.

His fingers slide across the back of her neck to grip her shoulder, and he lightly spins her so that she’s facing him. “I have a confession.”

“Oh?”

“Stripe conned you. He knew he was going to win that bet.”

She blinks, “What?”

“Stripe knows, perfectly well, who I have a thing for and he knows very well that it isn’t General Secura. He’s known for months. All of them know.” Bly brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, “It’s why I had to go beat the shit out of him.”

She frowns lightly, “Well, that wasn’t nice of him.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“So…who are you interested in then?” She asks with a frown.

Bly laughs, “It’s not obvious?” He asks as his fingers trail from her cheek to lightly grip her chin. “It’s you. It’s always been you. It’ll always be you.”

Her lips part in surprise.

“Can I kiss you?”

A small smile crosses her lips, “Yes. Please.”

Bly crashes his lips against hers. And while Stripe got everything he deserved, he might go a bit easier on him for the next couple of days. After all, his con encouraged him to confess to his pretty cyar’ika. And that’s deserving of a reward.

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