#alpha!mandalorian

[silver-pieces]

mandalorian’s mercy part nine

Previously ‘Are You Cold?’

Pairing: Alpha!Din x (afab) omega!fem!reader

Word Count: 7k

Synopsis: Yearning, desire, and consequences.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut (MF, masturbation, dirty talk, omegaverse heats & ruts, breeding kink, sub/dom dynamic) a/b/o dynamics, tw: food

A/N: I just want to say again, thankyou to everyone for all of the love & support on this fic, it has made me so so happy 💕. I’m planning to post part 10, the finale, soon. As always, if you like my writing, please reblog. I hope you enjoy...

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You’re thinking about him again.

In your hand sits the communicator Din gave you, the smooth curved shape now so familiar it’s etched in your brain. Your thumb runs over the buttons as you let your mind wander, drifting off to memories of him, of your Alpha, the attractive sound of his deep laughter and the warm secure grip of his hand around your waist.

A soft nudge to your side takes you out of it. “Hey.”

You blink. “Sorry, Anuma.” Shit. You run your hand over your face and stifle a groan. There’s still so much work to be done.

The Twi’lek sitting next to you knows better than to touch you again, but she peers at you with those sharp, discerning eyes, and although most of her features are masked, somehow you know she’s frowning. “You need to nest.”

A pang of fear goes through you. That word. You shake your head. “No, no, I’m not there yet.”

“Fine.” She sighs. “Take the water out then, you’re clearly of no use in here anymore.”

Heat rushes to your face. You look down at the table; the large pile of coin that should have already been counted up and stashed away still untouched. You stand and back away from the corner desk. “Sorry. I’ll - water...”

She regards you with a disapproving look, then turns back to the task, shaking her head and muttering to herself in Twi’leki.

You step up to the kitchen sink, the sound of clicking credits filling the room as she takes over your job.

Her office is still nothing but a small corner desk and a safe tucked into the nook of the kitchen. It’s makeshift, but there’s so many other things in this den that take priority when it comes to upgrades.

The kitchen itself has been a massive project, a job that took you most of the month to complete. Now, setting your eyes on the results of your hard work, you feel hopeful. It’s not great, but it’s a lot better than before.

The tap water is luxuriously cool. You splash some on your face to cool down, providing a brief respite from the heat clawing beneath your skin. You stare at your flushed reflection in the water and try not to burst into tears, or laughter.

The mood-swings that accompany your heat seem worse than last time. It’s incredibly draining, helping out with the den, one minute feeling happy and flirty and lighter than air, and the next, yearning for your Alpha hitting you like a punch to the gut until you feel like sinking to the floor and crying your eyes out.

No, it wasn’t like this last time. Last time, you were freshly off the blockers. This time, you’ve had a whole month without them.

As you go to leave the room with the tray in hand, Anuma blocks your path, a bottle of pills in her hand. “Please, take one.”

You brush her aside. “We’ve had this conversation.”

“There’s no need to torture yourself without an Alpha.”

You grit your teeth, hand on the doorknob, wishing she wouldn’t call it torture. “Save it for someone in need.” You open the door and step out.

“And what will your Alpha think?”

You halt midstep, some of the water spilling over the edges of the cups. Stars dammit, why did you ever tell her about what happened with Din?

She rounds you, arms crossed. The cloying scent of incense fills your lungs. “You already lied to him about your location, what do you think he’s going to do when he - ”

“It’s not about him,” you protest.

She gives you a look.

You sigh, gripping the tray a little tighter. “When I see those blockers, I see myself a month ago, completely unprepared to go into heat and desperate for blockers which you didn’t have. Sure, I had a trustworthy Alpha in the end, but what about the next Omega who walks through those doors?”

She casts her gaze down to the floor and sighs.

“I came here to help,” you continue. “So, please, stop tempting me with them. We only have a limited supply.”

She hesitates, before pocketing them. “I just... don’t want to see you in pain.” Flicking her eyes back up to you, you see a vulnerable side of her she rarely allows anyone to see.

You force the part of you that’s afraid deep down, and square your shoulders. “We set up the nests for this very situation. I promise, I’ll be fine.”

You already lied to him about your location - 

You push her voice out of your head. You can’t think about that, not without being sucked into a downward spiral of anxiety and guilt and hormones.

People take water from the tray as you make the rounds through the den. Though the room itself is fairly big, it’s overflowing with Betas and Omegas seeking refuge every night. Still, the place has been improved a lot over the past few weeks.

For one, it smells a lot nicer now. Where there was once a dirt floor and simple fabric partitions, there’s now clean beds and privacy screens.

Your tray is light as you reach one of the employees, an Omega woman who showed up a few days ago and has been working here since. She never gave anyone her name, but you feel like you can trust her, like her eyes convey an air of strength and certainty.

She’s folding sheets and humming when you find her.

“Hey you, thirsty?” you say as you approach with the tray.

She stiffens, then turns to you with a raised eyebrow. “It’s you.”

“What?”

“That tangy scent,” she says, approaching to take a drink. “Normally we’ve relocated any Omega that smells like that into one of the nests. Are you sure you should be here, boss?”

“Not the boss,” you insist.

She shrugs, lifting the cup to her lips and taking a long drink.

You shift on your feet. “I don’t want to nest,” you confess. “It doesn’t feel right.”

Finishing the water, she sets the empty cup back on the tray and wipes her mouth. “You want my advice, boss?”

You nod.

She looks at you straight. “Stop waiting for it to feel right. Omegas cannot afford to be picky, and a nest is never going to feel right without an Alpha to make it for.”

An Alpha to make it for. Your knees go a little weak, and you can’t help the way your thoughts flick to him again. That’s it, little Omega. Make me another nest. His voice, clear as day.

A bolt of heat lunges through your veins. It’s sudden and brutal, and you gasp in pain. “Oh - stars!” The scent of your slick permeates the air.

“Shhhit,” the Omega curses, lifting the tray from your hands. “I think it’s here, boss. Come on and we’ll get you to a nest.”

Your stomach turns. She leads you away from the den, towards the back door which used to be a storage room. Now cleared and divided into private nesting spaces, it serves as a place for Omegas in heat to retreat to. Maker willing, the den would always have enough blockers to prevent anyone from going into heat, but there are always situations outside of your control.

The makeshift nests are designed to be scentless and comfortable, but also practical and cost-efficient. The intention behind it was to ease the pain of an untended Omega in heat, but now, all you feel is insulted as you’re lowered into one by the girl who calls you boss.

Nests are instinctual - special. You never made one before Din.

“No, it’s not right,” you gasp, sweating with heat and aching to your core. “Not without him here.”

“Try and sleep through it,” she says, fixing the sheets of the nest in a way which annoys you.

“Won’t help,” you murmur, curling in on yourself as a cramp hits you, and already you feel your eyes pricking with tears. “I’ll just dream about him.” Like you’ve been doing every night since you left him.

She narrows her eyes at you, standing up. “Who is ‘he’?”

Tears wet your cheeks. “Just an Alpha.”

“Ah.” Pity flashes in her eyes.

“What, no advice on how to get through this without him?”

She shrugs. “I wouldn’t know.”

You nod and curl back in on yourself. Her scent isn’t offensive, but like most Omega scents, it doesn’t appeal to you, and you find having her here both irritates you and distracts you from your heat.

“You know the drill,” she says from the doorway. “Meals will be delivered through the hatch. There’ll be morning checkups, so try to cover up after breakfast. And try and keep the noise down if you can.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Leave me alone now.

She shuts the door.

You bury your face into the stiff, odourless pillow and let out a whine. Heat floods between your legs. Your channel contracts around nothing, and your muscles tense and groan in dissatisfaction.

You’ve been through your heat without an Alpha before, but this time is different. This time, you know what you’re missing. You have memories to torture yourself with.

It’s too late to go on blockers now. You chose this. But you didn’t expect this level of desperation and pain so soon, so brutal. Fuck.

Soon, the heat gets too much, so you divest yourself of your clothes and dig yourself further into the nest, rubbing your needy scent on the sheets as much as possible.

Time loses meaning.

The room is dark and bare and silent.

The memory of his scent calls to you - a phantom scent that you remember well now that it’s missing.

It hurts.

It hurts so much that you feel paralysed by the pain and the discomfort, unable to move until there’s a knock on the door and food pushed through the hatch.

The scent of dinner food crawls over your skin and invades your nostrils, causing your instincts to go haywire. Wrong.

The thought of eating is about as unappetising as it could possibly get, but there’s a quiet, filtered voice in your head that reminds you that you need to keep your energy up, so you wolf it down in miserable silence and then shove the empty plate back through the door and lean forward to rest your head on the cool durasteel, temporarily abandoning your nest.

You breathe deeply, trying to calm your emotions, but the urge to cry is getting harder to resist. It’s hard to believe you’re only a few hours into this torture.

When the food has settled and you’ve cooled down as much as possible, you turn back to your nest, eyeing it in the dim light with disdain.

Your clothes lay strewn to the side, discarded over your nest in a way that feels unsatisfying. You’re not sure it will help, but maybe if you incorporate them into the nest properly...

Your hands move quickly as you fixate on the task you’ve given yourself. There’s enough slick slowly dripping between your legs that you decide to avoid putting your nice clothes in that region, instead opting to layer the fabrics nearer to your head so you can breathe in the scent more. It’s no Alpha scent, but it calms the territorial side of you to mark this place as your own.

Your hand catches on an object in one of the pockets in your clothes. The circular device can only be one thing - the communicator Din gave you.

Din.

A wave of sudden need hits you, overcoming everything else, and you find yourself abandoning your task, eagerly taking the communicator out of the clothes and propping it on a pillow almost reverently.

With a press of a button, the device lights up and you’re able to go through your encrypted messages. You bite your lip, anticipation rising.

Are you safe?

The latest message from Din, sent tonight, appears on the screen.

You melt at his words, and for that matter, slick is gushing from your pussy worse than before. You have to close your eyes and breathe through the pain for a moment.

The same message has been sent to you every day, but it never comes at exactly the same time, which is why you’ve resorted to carrying it around with you. It’s become your most treasured possession, the damned device burning a hole in your pocket as you help run the den.

Shit, the timecode indicates this was sent hours ago. This might just be the longest you’ve gone without responding. And if Din suspects something is wrong, he might try to find you on Minnoth.

Those thoughts are vague, distant worries that briefly concern you before you get swept up in your heat again. Your mind whirls, your instincts screaming at you Alpha, Alpha, Alpha, and your finger hovers over a second button. The forbidden one. The one he told you not to touch unless it was an emergency. Live holo.

This is an emergency, the hormonal side of you argues.

But then he’ll find out. He’ll know you didn’t go on blockers, and he’ll know you left Minnoth. He might come looking for you.

Your thighs squeeze together at the thought, because fuck, the thought of him coming for you is enticing, and suddenly you’re struggling to remember why you shouldn’t press the button.

It’s not encrypted, Din will freak out, and besides, you’re supposed to be avoiding talking to each other as much as possible. All very logical, important arguments.

But right now, you don’t care about any of that. There’s a deep, instinctual feeling within you, urging you to call him and tell him everything.

Your Alpha will make everything okay.

You press the button before you can talk yourself out of it.

“Stars, what am I doing?” you mutter to yourself, as you wait for him to pick up. Your mind’s gone blank, and you can’t remember why the little voice in your head is crying this is a mistake! Dread grows in your gut, but so does excitement, and need.

Then the hologram finally lights up, bathing the room in a soft electric glow.

Your breath stops as you take in the image of Din, live. He’s clearly sitting, leant forward over his holo, wearing nothing but a loose undershirt and his helmet.

“Omega?” comes his voice, urgent and gruff, and you could weep with happiness. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You go to speak, but can’t find the words. You’re sitting in your nest, all alone and in heat, slick seeping into the sheets beneath you. He can probably see your nakedness. Fuck, it’s really him. “Din,” you breathe, taking the communicator and laying back into your nest, “I miss you.”

There’s silence for a second. His chest rises and falls. “Why did you call me?” he finally says.

You whimper, and a few tears slide down your face. “I need you. Need you here, with me.” In my nest.

He huffs a breath. “Omega.” There’s a growl in his tone that sends shivers down your spine.

You moan as a fresh gush of slick begins, and shift your legs and arch your back on instinct. “Oh...”

“Are you...”

“Yes?” You turn your head back to the holo, to him. He’s leaning closer now, like he’s trying to see you better.

“Are you in heat?”

“Yes,” you repeat, and let out an involuntary sob. The tears have started now, and they probably won’t stop for a while yet.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and the holo shakes and blurs as he moves on the bed. “Fuck.” His voice comes out muffled.

“Din?” Your anxiety grows, that little voice warning you in the back of your head that you did something wrong. But you can’t remember what. You need to see him again. You lean in closer to the holo, biting your lip. “Din I - I need to see you, please - ”

“I’m coming,” he says, but his voice sounds farther away. A few seconds later, the image stabilises, and you can see him sitting in the pilot’s chair, operating the control panel. “Fucking stars, Omega, wait for me.” He operates the ship, urgently tapping buttons and flicking switches. “I’m a day away from Minnoth - shit. Don’t let anyone else in. Where are you staying?”

You bite your lip.

“Omega, answer me. Where are you?” he growls, using his Alpha command. It’s supposed to be less effective on calls, but you still feel the urge to obey coming over you.

“I’m at the Omega Den,” you confess shakily. “On Coruscant.”

He growls. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper.

He rears back a little. “I don’t understand. Yesterday you said you were safe.”

“I was - I am - but I - ”

“You think you’re safe at the den, without blockers,” he finishes for you, a growl in his voice that hints his disagreement.

You nod. “I helped set this place up.”

He shakes his head. “You’re not making sense.”

“Sorry,” you say, heat rushing to your face. It’s hard to think properly - everything would be so much better if he was here. “Can you come?”

He shifts focus back to the operating panel, switching buttons as though to change course. After a few moments, he leans back in his seat and you can see him take a deep breath by the rise and fall of his chest. He shakes his head and murmurs low, “Coruscant is three days away.”

Your heart sinks. “Oh.”

“Fuck, little thief,” he growls, running a hand down his helmet.

A whimper escapes you, your insides clenching. He’s mad, and it’s your fault.

Shaking his head, he leans forward and flicks a few more buttons. His voice comes out distant as he leans away from the holo. “I’m setting the Razor to a hard burn. You stay inside until I get to you, okay? It’s not safe.”

“Okay,” you nod, trying to sound not as broken as you feel. “Are you angry with me? I just thought...” You moan as the needy ache in your core grows unbearable again. The pain is getting worse, causing your breaths to come out short and shallow as you twist and writhe in the nest, losing sight of the holo.

“Omega?” His voice is muffled again - distant. But warmth spreads through you at the sound. “Omega - talk to me.”

In heat and vulnerable, you stand no chance against his commands. “Din?” you call out. Your eyes open, and you catch sight of him again.

He’s sitting on the edge his bunk from the looks of it, bracing his elbows on his knees in a way that makes his biceps tense. “I’m right here,” he growls. “Talk to me.”

“Okay,” you breathe, eyes straying around the room. “Uh, I made a fucking terrible nest.”

“You nested?”

“Wasn’t my idea,” you murmur, picking at the sheets and rubbing your thighs together.

He growls. “Whose idea was it?”

“Anuma’s.”

“Who is Anuma?”

Your core clenches at his possessive tone. “Friend,” you whimper. “Beta.”

“Fuck.” The hologram shakes slightly, Din’s arm reaching down out of frame to his lower body, and you instantly realise he’s feeling himself.

Your body burns with need. “Alpha,” you cry out, half aware and half in a delirious state of heat and pain. The nest feels too hot and too cold at the same time, but you know it would all go away if Din was here, covering your body possessively with his, scenting you with his pheromones.

You turn over onto all fours and raise your ass up into the air, legs spread wide, without even thinking about it. “Din...”

He grunts, and you hear him shifting positions, but in your movement you lost track of the holo again. “Are you fucking presenting right now, Omega? Move the holo so I can see you better.”

Your eyes fly open. Where is it? You don’t want to move from your position - but you need to obey your Alpha. You scramble through your nest until you find the source of the glow, and whimper as you set your eyes on him again.

He’s shifted the view of the holo down, and you are so consumed by the sudden sight of his fist around his cock it sends a rush of slick to your cunt.

“Please, please, I need it,” you whimper, desperately following the movement of his hand up and down his length. “I’m so wet.”

“Fuck yes,” he groans. He jerks his fist faster, forearm tensing deliciously with the movement. “Fucking best feeling ever, pushing inside your wet cunt.”

Your body clenches, a whine pouring from your throat before you can stop yourself.

“I know,” he pants, “I know, Omega, it’s killing me too.”

“Need you inside me!”

“Show me.”

You blink at his order, then move, twisting onto your back and then taking the holo down your body, pointing it towards your pussy. You move so fast you barely even register what you’re doing - everything is on autopilot now, nothing except your heat and your Alpha. With your legs spread open, you give him a clear view of the wetness between your legs. “Can you see?”

You peer at him, and while you’ve been moving, so has he. He’s kneeling, the position perfect for him to hold his cock out in front and jerk himself off, the display giving you an up-close view of his hips, pelvis, and thighs.

“Yes,” is all he says, the word a deep grunt. He’s going faster now, furiously fucking his fist to the holo of you, and your legs spread wider for him.

The sight is erotic. You can almost feel each thrust as he begins jerking his pelvis, fucking into his fist. The knot at the base, already swelling, teasing you so bad your cunt feels ridiculously empty.

“Please fuck me,” you beg desperately, tears welling in your eyes again. “Please, Alpha.”

He growls in response, the sound broken up by the jerking of his hips, and it almost sends you over the edge. “Touch yourself,” he commands.

You instantly put your hand on your pussy and run a finger through your slick. Jolts of electric bliss emulate through you, and you start going faster, working yourself frantically, needing more more more - 

“Greedy,” your Alpha says, jerking himself off to the sight. He sounds both furious and amused and your body reacts, like it does to everything he says, with more slick.

“Not enough,” you breathe.

“I know.”

“Need your knot, Alpha.”

“Keep going.” He sounds desperate now, and it sends shivers down your spine. He's big and hard and ready to knot you and the sight is an exquisite torture.

You moan, circling your clit and spreading your legs as wide as you can for him. “Cum. Cum inside me.”

“Fuck yes, Maker,” he groans. “Want to knot and breed you, Omega. Fill you up with me, sink my teeth in your neck, split you apart on my knot - ”

“Din.” You start to come, realising he’s gone into rut and it’s exactly what your inner Omega wants more than anything. You lose your grip on the holo but it doesn’t matter because you can still hear his deep groan when he comes as well, sending you further into bliss.

As you ride it out together, he rambles praises and promises like an Alpha in rut is compelled to do, and it’s perfect.

Mentally, you’re in bliss. Physically, however, you’ve never felt emptier.

Laying in your nest in the aftermath, you blink slowly and reach around to find the holo again.

He’s standing now, peeling off his shirt and shifting things around the space as though getting ready for a rut.

When he turns back to the holo, he catches you watching him, and growls, leaning down towards you. “Again?”

With a shiver, you nod.

Across holo, you tease orgasms out of each other, one after another, until you’re soaked in ineffective pheromones and sweat.

First on all fours, presenting. Then kneeling so he can see your tits. Now on your back again because you’re getting exhausted. He gets off on the commands, and you get off on obeying them.

“That’s five, little thief.” Din pants.

You lift your hand from your slick pussy and try not to wince as another wave of heat overcomes you for a moment, filling you with nausea and desperation. You need more, but your inner muscles feel abused and sore from your meagre fingers.

A tear falls down the side of your face. “Why aren’t you here, Alpha?”

He sucks in a breath. “Omega...”

“I know.” You wipe your tear away and roll over in your nest, burying your face in your own scent. “I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

You bite your lip and roll over again to face him in the holo. He’s laying down, naked except for his helmet, watching you. “But I’ve fucked everything up.”

“Omega, don’t.” He sounds torn. “Not while I can’t be there to comfort you.”

More tears fall, even as you wipe them away. “Fuck, I’m sorry. My hormones are a mess without you.”

He groans and rolls on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “When I find you, we can talk. Exchange stories. And I will want to know. Everything, Omega.”

You nod solemnly.

“But, right now?” His voice lowers. “I couldn’t give a fuck about any of it. I missed you.”

Your heart soars.

The sound of someone knocking on the door interrupts you. The hatch opens and a food tray slides through. "Hey boss, breakfast.”

Breakfast time already? It feels like the time has flown by, and yet, there’s still so much more of this you have to go through without your Alpha. Two and a half fucking days. Any appetite you may have built up leaves you at the thought. You push yourself up to look at the dish.

“What is it?” Din asks.

You lay back down in your nest, peeking up at your holo. “Nothing, just breakfast.”

He snaps his head toward you instantly, and his voice comes out a growl. “Someone saw you?”

A rush of heat floods through you at his tone, and you quickly shake your head, shifting your legs to relieve the pressure between them. “No, no, there’s a food hatch.”

“At the den? Where are the others?” He doesn’t sound convinced.

“It’s okay,” you start, giving into the urge to please your Alpha as much as possible. It’s impossible to ignore how attractive his growing protectiveness is. You’re struggling to form sentences, too distracted by hormones stirring up your heat. “They have private nest spaces now, in case of emergency.” You bite your lip and shift in your nest. Maker he looks so broad and strong laying out on his bunk, one arm bent back behind his head, flexing his bicep. When you see him next, you’re going to bite him.

“Smart,” he grunts in response, sounding slightly more relaxed.

“I need you to fuck me.” The words are out of your mouth before you can think about it.

His growl is instant, and dangerously low, and you watch in eager anticipation as he leans over and grabs the holo, staring at you through his visor. “You need to eat your breakfast first.”

You sigh. “I knew you’d say that.”

“Then do it, Omega.”

“Why should I? There’s no-one here to make me.”

“Are you disobeying me?”

Oh. You don’t respond, frozen by his words.

“Omega.”

You whimper.

“Eat.”

And just like that, you’re getting up to retrieve the tray. As you return and sit back down in front of the holo, a thought crosses your mind, and you pause. “What about you?”

He tilts his head. “I'll be fine.”

You frown. “But you need to eat too.”

“I don’t want to leave you. Not while you’re in heat.”

Your heart melts for him, but you can’t let him get away with this. As you slip a spoonful of breakfast gruel into your mouth, you summon all the dominance you can muster while in heat, swallow, and glare at him. “You’re in rut, too, if I’m not mistaken. Cover the holo while you eat, and I’ll talk to you so you know I’m still there.”

He tilts his head at your display, folding his arms. “You’re cute. I’ll be fine.”

You glare harder, but maker, he’s stubborn. You sigh, and, tapping into your Omega nature, beg. “Please, Alpha?” you ask, giving him pleading eyes. “I need you to keep up your strength for me.”

He stares at you silently, but you notice his arms losing a little of their stiffness.

“Please,” you beg again.

He gives a shake of his head, and sighs. “Don’t... don’t beg like that... that is unfair.”

You laugh. “Good to know.”

“Eat your breakfast.” The holo goes shaky as he gets off the bunk. “I’ll get something now.”

“And you’ll stay on the call?”

“Yes.”

You watch the holo closely as you eat. There’s something so domestically fulfilling about eating together, and like watching one of the most interesting holovids in your life, you end up absent-mindedly snack on your breakfast food while watching him methodically prepare his meal with all the precision of the bounty hunter who tracked you down in that backwater hotel.

By the time he sits down to eat, you’re almost finished, setting the food tray aside.

He speaks to you gently. “I’m covering the holo, but we can still talk.”

You nod. “Yeah.”

He reaches for the holo, and then the image disappears.

You lean in. “Din?” You call, just to check

“Yes,” comes the low sound of his voice.

You smile, and lay back in your nest.

“Talk to me, Omega.”

Wandering your hands along the fabrics of the nest, you close your eyes and imagine you’re next to him. But when you open your eyes, he’s still not there, and it hurts. Sighing, you roll onto your front and stare at the blank device.

“I thought about calling you every day, but the live holo... you said someone could track it?”

It takes a moment for him to respond. “Yeah, they might.”

Your stomach clenches. Ending contact with him is not an option you can even consider, and yet, you worry. “Am I... in danger?”

The clattering of cutlery crackles through the speaker. “No.” The speaker picks up a slight catch in his breath. “I hope not.”

He’s worried. Concern overtakes you at the thought, and suddenly you’re thinking clearly. “You know what, yeah, it will be okay. We set up protections here, even if someone does... come looking.” You nod confidently to yourself.

“Protections?”

The curiosity in his tone makes you perk up. “You want me to tell you about them?”

You can hear the slight smile in his voice as he response. “Yes I do, little thief. Tell me what you’ve been doing.”

Heat rushes to your face, and like a criminal confessing, you begin to explain in detail all the various projects you’ve been working on over the past few weeks without him.

All conversation ends as soon as Din reappears in the holo. You’re a whimpering, needy Omega in heat, and as he sees your reaction, he growls out a command. “Present.”

Stars, you’ll never get used to his voice, even through the vocoder and over holovid, and even without the command, you would eagerly obey him.

But as you go to position yourself on all fours for him, a gentle knock sounds on the door.

You freeze.

“What is it?” your Alpha growls, his thickened, hard cock taking up the entire frame of the holo as he strokes it up and down.

More raps against the door. “Boss? You covered up? It’s checkup time, I’m coming in...”

Shit! Checkups after breakfast, how could you forget? Your eyes dart around the nest as you take in the scene. Maybe it wouldn’t matter if they knew you about the holo, but the territorial side of you doesn’t like it, and right now, that’s the part that’s in control.

There’s a beeping as the Omega on the other side of the door punches in the unlocking code.

Your insides clench, because fuck, your Alpha will have to wait. “Just a moment!” you call out, sitting up and scrambling to get things in order.

“Omega.”

You snatch the holo and hold it close to your mouth so you can whisper. “They’re coming in to check up on me.”

“What? Who?”

“Omega. I don’t know her name, but I trust her.”

He growls. “You don’t need her.”

“I know.”

“You need me.”

“I know, Alpha,” you breath, your hormones flaring at his possessiveness. “I’ll get rid of her as soon as possible, but they won’t leave without doing a proper checkup.”

He jerks his head, as if trying to come to terms with this. You can see the tendons in his neck tense as he clenches his jaw.

You bite your lip to keep your reaction at bay.

“Fuck. I can’t stop it,” he growls angrily, “...but if she touches you, Omega, I will kill her.”

Maker. “She won’t,” you assure him breathlessly.

He nods, and you see the image of him move as though he’s walking around, pacing as he watches.

You tuck the communicator beneath a fold in your nest, and the holo image of Din disappears. Your stomach drops in despair at not being able to see your Alpha, so deep into your heat.

Lifting the thinnest sheet on your overheated form, you clear your throat and call out to the Omega.

“Come in.”

With a beep and a click, the door slides open, and the Omega who calls you boss stares down at you with a raised eyebrow. “Bad time?” she asks.

“Always.” Your pussy gives out a needy throb, missing the attention you were about to give it moments earlier.

She snorts. “I’ll be quick then. You okay?”

You nod.

“Good.” She spreads her hands out, open. “Anything you need, now’s the time.”

“I’m fine,” you start to say, before eyes widening as you remember something. “No-one has come asking for me, have they?”

She frowns. “No... You expecting someone?”

You breath a sigh of relief. “No, no, just paranoid. Thanks.”

“Right,” she nods, eyeing you curiously, before turning to go. “I’ll keep an ear out.” And with a slap of her hand on the number pad, the door slides shut again.

You move instantly, frantically fumbling through the nest for the communicator. The holo lights up with the image of him pacing back and forth with his form tense, arms folded, and head lowered.

“Din,” you breathe, the needy ache between your legs growing.

He stops pacing and snaps his head towards you.

You swallow. “She’s gone.”

He comes close to the holo until only his lower stomach is in view, his hardness standing at attention. “Present,” he snarls.

His dominance sends a rush of slick between your legs, a whine rising in your throat. You follow your natural instinct to present, getting on all fours, arching your back down low, and spreading your legs so he can see everything.

For a moment he says nothing, and there’s just the static sound of his panting.

Is he stroking himself? “Alpha, please,” you moan, slick running down the inside of your thigh.

“You want my cock inside you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” you tip your head back, rocking yourself on all fours. “Please!”

“Fuck, so do I. I want it so bad and you’re right there and I can’t.”

You rock back more, whimpering. “I’m so empty.”

He groans.

“Please, Alpha, please.”

“Just... just finger yourself.”

Disappointment floods through you, even though you know it’s the best you can do for yourself right now. Stiffly, you reach a hand between your legs.

“Show me your slick.”

You part your pussy more for him and run a finger through it.

“Fuck. I have to taste you again.”

You bury your face into the nest as your fingers begin working your pussy. “Oh.” A moan escapes you.

“When I find you,” he pants, “I’m going to have you against a wall again.”

You moan louder.

“And then bent over something.”

“Yes.”

“Closest fucking waist-high surface,” he snarls.

You grit your teeth as a wave of pleasure moves through you. “Oh fuck, oh please!”

“My teeth on your fucking neck.”

Bliss fills your body at the thought. “Claiming me,” you breathe. “I want you to.”

“Uh huh,” he grunts.

“I mean it, Din. It’s all I’ve been thinking about for weeks.” And it has been. The entire time you’ve been away from him, all you’ve been thinking about, is being with him again. It feels like where you belong, and you’ve been dying not being able to tell him in person.

“Me too,” he rumbles, voice low and soft, and warmth blooms within your chest. “Me too, little thief. I...”

You swallow back your relief. Thank the stars, you would never have had the courage to just come out and say it if you weren’t in heat, but now, he knows, and he still wants it too.

“I’m so close,” you moan.

“I see that,” he pants.

You spread your legs wider for him. “It’s all for you, Alpha. All of it.”

“Shit,” he curses, panting louder. “Then come for me, Omega. That’s an order.”

You reach the peak of your orgasm with a cry of his name, submitting to his order like the good Omega you want to be for him.

“Ah, fuck, I need to be inside you,” he groans and pants as he comes, and you look down between your legs to see him on the holo, his cock still in frame as he grips his knot, bent forward kneeling on the bunk and shooting his seed onto his sheets.

A second orgasm wracks through your body at the sight. What you wouldn’t give to receive his spend inside you right now and fulfil exactly what your body is craving. Instead, you can only watch in desire and despair as it all goes to waste.

As your legs give out, you roll over onto your front, perching the holo on a pillow in front of you. Din has his head buried in his sheets, and as you watch, he pushes himself back up into a kneeling position, his bare chest glistening with sweat. His cock is already hard again.

“I meant it,” you say.

The blue pixels of the holo shift with slight movement of his helmet. He nods. “So did I.”

The aftermath of your heat comes too fast and too slow all at once. You could talk to Din for days and not get bored, but you’ve been breathing in nothing but your own pheromones and scent for days, and your skin is crawling with the urge to shower.

So when your new Omega friend knocks on the door next, you finally muster up the energy to get up.

All of your sheets are stained with slick. Without much else choice, you find the least offensive one and wrap it around your sore, naked form, and trawl your way through the den.

It’s not until after your shower that you remember your communicator is still in the nest.

You rush back, fully dressed and cleaned, and rummage through the nest until you find it - out of charge.

It’s unclear in your memory when exactly the holo cut out, between talking to Din, or during your sleep, but your heart hammers in your chest at the thought of Din seeing the holo end for no reason, and realising you were gone.

You plug it in to charge and wait anxiously for it to turn back on.

Finally it lights up, and you find a message waiting for you.

Stay.

You almost laugh.

I’m not a dog, you respond back, and then add, Yes, Alpha.

“Boss? Boss!”

You turn around and find the new Omega rushing into the room, eyes wide. “There’s a Mandalorian here to see you. An Alpha.”

You stand. “Did you see him?”

She shakes her head. “Anuma warned me. She’s talking to him now, I think.”

You nod. “Best to stay inside.”

“It’s him, isn’t it?” she asks. “The Alpha you were mumbling about in your heat? He’s here for you.”

Heat rushes to you face, and you brush past her. “Maybe.” You hope so. “Go to the others. No-one goes in or out until Anuma gives the go ahead. Full lockdown, just in case, okay?”

She nods, getting that hard look in her eyes, and turns down the hall on your orders.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. Then, closing your eyes, you try and slow your heart beating its way out of your chest. If it’s Din outside... fuck it. You can’t bear another second behind this door.

You push down the handle and step outside. The air isn’t much better than within, and as you fill your lungs with that familiar dirt-poor street scent, you pick up the calming tones of Anuma’s beta scent, and then, the Alpha’s.

Your eyes fly open.

Paz Vizsla stands on the darkened street, one hand on his blaster as he talks down to a very furious looking Anuma.

“I have no interest in shutting down your operation.”

“What operation?” Anuma shrugs. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

It happens suddenly - the breeze shifts, and the bounty hunter catches your scent. He stiffens and raises his visor towards you, noticing you peeking out from the door.

Fuck.

Then, movement out of the corner of your eye - a second figure emerges from the shadows.

There’s a scar down his face, but in the light, you immediately recognise him.

Cold fear runs down your spine. It’s the Alpha, the one who came to collect you. You should run.

A wicked growl erupts from his chest. He grins. “There she is.”

Paz glances back at him, and nods.

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

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[yukipri]

Spar, Alpha-Ø2, Mand’alor the Resurrector.

My take on this super fascinating if somewhat obscure character from Legends! A clone with Jango Fett’s memories, who escaped Kamino to become leader of a faction of Mandalorians.

I’ve been exploring him a lot in my fic, the Prime Override, and I wanted to give him a shot visually. His appearance here is specific to my fic, where his story diverges considerably from Legends, so there are a couple of details that don’t match that of any of the three official illustrations that exist of him. But the changes are intentional! I still hope he’s recognizable 😅

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[dindjarinsbeskarbunny]

Incase you missed the best parts of the sneak peak of “strange way of life” with Ethan Hawke and Pedro Pascal released in Spain yesterday.

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[grogusmum]

Crash Into Me

alpha!DIN DJARIN X omega!F!READER

WORD COUNT 2100ish

WARNINGS: A/B/O Dynamics, omega reader in mild peril

A/N: The idea of Din discovering his alpha nature as an adult took hold of my brain and I couldn’t shake it, or write anything much else until I got it down, so here it is. I’ve never written a/b/o before and I don't read too much of it. So please be gentle with me. 

It starts out in third person, from Din’s pov and then switches to second person when the pov opens to both of you. 

It’s pretty fluffy (What? You say. Shocking, I know! Hazel replies.) and doesn’t contain smut. (I know, I know)

This here is a one-shot that could expand when and if inspiration strikes, if there is to be smut in its future, the Magic 8 Ball says “Reply hazy, try again”.

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia. 

Din enters the local cantina. The job’s complete, but the kid needs to eat before they bring the bounty back to the client. He gently lifts Grogu out of his satchel and places him in a booth. Grogu coos and tries to climb onto the table.

“Hey don't do that, pal.”

A friendly-looking server comes up just as he settles himself and Grogu on one side of the booth with a ready warm smile.

“Welcome, traveler,” the server greets. Upon seeing Din settling Grogu beside him on the inside of the booth, she corrects herself sweetly, “I’m sorry, welcome travelers! Are you interested in eating or just a- ”

“Yes, thank you,” Din interjects. “Um, just for this one here.”

“Very well, the special today is fried gorg over pashi noodles.” she reaches over to point out a few items. Reaching past Din, as Grogu is playing with the single-page menu.

“Unfortunately we are out of roasted craw-maw and the ladnek bisque.” 

Din stills when her arm crosses him, below his helmet. His helmet filters out much in standard mode, but he catches a scent he has never experienced. His head swims slightly, normally he would turn on the extra filtration, but something in him wants more.

“Oh, I apologize for my reach, sir,” she pulls back realizing she has invaded his space.

“Don’t worry about it,” Din's voice is low, lower than usual. He is taken by surprise, it’s his ‘bring you in warm or cold voice’, without any of the menace. He clears his throat. And his server does the same, he looks at her properly for the first time. Warm eyes and very cute, pretty, he decides. Her moment of fluster pleases him in a way he doesn't understand and he tries to keep from puffing out his chest. Din thanks the stars for his helmet.

“He will take the gorg and noodles,” he says. “Enthusiastically.”  

Grogu watches this exchange closely.

“Very good!” her laugh is warm and genuine. Still smiling as she goes to the kitchen. Din wonders what that was all about and thinks of putting the extra filtration on again.But doesn't.

A busser delivers the food, Din thanks them politely, but can’t help but look past them to see where his server has gotten to.

Grogu digs in, just as his dad anticipated, with enthusiasm. Din is just happy he is eating a cooked gorg.

Quickly, Grogu is down to his last noodle.

“You ready, kid?” 

Grogu looks up and nods, making a little mrapp sound. Seeming full and content as Din lifts him off the bench and he sinks comfortably back into the satchel. 

After Din goes to settle up, he tells himself he is not put out at all that he didn't get to pay the pretty sever with the sweet smile and twinkling eyes directly, as he heads out the back. It's just the quickest way to the Crest. It has nothing to do with passing the kitchens. 

The crash of trash bins behind him catches Din’s attention, and he rounds the corner to investigate. He pulls up short, seeing her against the cantina wall, a hulking human looming. The bin lids continue rolling, then reverberating like cymbals. Her look of fear sends a kick of adrenaline through Din's system, and there is a rush in his ears. His growl shocks him. He has more control than this.

When her attacker looks in Din’s direction, she tries valiantly to take advantage and kick him. He is thrown off balance, yes, but it's not enough, and he quickly has her by the arm.

“I’m only going to say this once, let her go.” Din’s hand moved to his blaster.

“I’m only going to tell you once, to mind your business.”

Grogu ducks as Din draws his blaster. 

“Wait!” She shouts. 

“See the omega wants to go with me.”

“I do not,” she says, pulling away, but he clamps his hand harder, causing her to wince. 

Din is torn between seeing red at the pained expression on her face and the curiosity of this new information- what did he call her? Is that your name? Din holsters his blaster, his hands come to his hips. 

“Fine. It seems to me, Omega doesn’t want to go with you.” Din makes himself take up as much space as he can, and drops his voice further. Surprising himself yet again today, he adds “she wants to come with me.”

Confused and again relieved to be under his helm, for after saying such a presumptuous thing, Din can't keep from wincing just a little. Regardless, he stays in Bounty Hunter mode. The woman pulls away again and walks over to Din. He almost forgets about her assailant, watching her progress. Coming to him. Almost-

“It is Omega’s grace and not mine that you are still standing. I see you again, you won’t be so lucky,” Din says only after he has stepped in front of her, completely shielded her from view. 

When the other man is completely out of view, he turns and looks down at her. She is very close to him, eyes large. He catches a hint of that smell again. His thoughts lose focus-

“Omega,” he almost whispers. 

She looks, he isn't sure, concerned? Disappointed?

Then she tells him her name.

“Oh,” Din chuckles, it’s just a misunderstanding. He is taken aback at how relieved he feels. “I'm sorry- he called you Omega, I just assumed it was your name.”

Now, it is her turn to look confused, but then she smiles. 

“Can I escort you to your home or…”

“I thought I was going with you?” She says, a little cheekily.

Din flusters, but he is so curious about her and his feelings, that he makes no further comment, he just places a hand on her lower back and guides her in the direction of the Razor Crest. 

Grogu starts to fuss, reaching for this virtual stranger.

She looks at the baby and smiles-

“Do you want a carry?” 

Grogu coos and babbles, reaching animatedly.

“I don’t mind, if you don't.”

“Alright,” Din says and brings the satchel around to his front, and she scoops Grogu out. Grogu immediately clings to her shirt, telling a thrilling tale that usually only he, himself understands.  But Din watches her close. She listens in wrapped attention and laughs at seemingly all the right places.

Din can see her looking at him with curiosity, a question on her lips. He has plenty of his own.

The assailant had called her omega, but it's not her name. It stirs memories. He hadn't really thought about Aq Vetina, or the lessons the Mandalorians had taught him about his unique biology in years. 

This woman is not called Omega, she may be and omega. She might have omega physiology, but that would mean he is not what he thought… 

After the battle droid siege that took his parent from him, Din was taken from his homeworld by the Mandalorians before puberty. They understood Aq Vetina was peopled by Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, and knew that even out of their society, Din would have to understand what it all means. They not only taught him about what it is to be any of those designations, but instilled discipline so he would be able to marshal control over the base instincts that can disrupt his ability to function in non-a/b/o society such as the Child of the Watch and much of the galaxy. But not being part of the unique group of people they of course, couldn't tell Din what it felt like.

From what Din understands about it, he has always assumed he must be a beta. But when he thinks about it, he has never knowingly been in the presence of an alpha or an omega, the two designations that would inspire the strongest reactions. 

Lost in thought Din arrives at the Crest before he knows it. The Mandalorian hits a few buttons on his vambrace, lifting the security protocols, and lowering the gangway. He again guides his guest with a light hand on her lower back.

Din knows he should say something… 'welcome' or 'make yourself at home' comes to mind and is nixed immediately. He goes with-

"Watch your step."

She looks around. Her curiosity spurs her on but he can see, no feel, a guardedness too.

He reaches for Grogu, and the baby reaches back, then squawks in indignation when he is placed in his hammock.

"Sorry, Grogu. I'll come get you soon," he says as he presses the button to close the door to the bunk.

When Din turns, she is more apprehensive than curious. It comes off her in waves. He knows he needs to explain, but… he doesn't know exactly what to say.

"I'm not going to hear the end of that for some time."

She gives a small smile.

"I- um…" Din starts and stops, her eyes are so… 

Din takes off his gloves. 

He tries again, taking her hand-

"Aq Vetina is my homeworld, but I was saved after my parents were kiled and taken in by the Mandalorians when I was very young."

Whether she is also from Aq Vetina or just knows of it, he doesn't know, but he can see some recognition. She looks down at his hand on hers, his thumb making circles on her wrist. Her eyes close, and she hums a contented sound. The sound causes fireworks to go off in him. Din breaks away to walk over to a control panel on the wall and shuts down the lights.

You are plunged into darkness. Has your curiosity gotten you into trouble? 

"As a Mandalorian, to protect my creed my face can not be seen by others," he explains from across the hold. "But I want to take off my helmet with you-" 

The dark is absolute, but you can tell where he is from the sound of his voice. Then a hiss and clunk, followed by a soft fwump, fabric maybe. There is a moment of silence, then right in front of you-

"Do you understand why?"

He sounds different, no longer speaking through the helmet. And his scent- you breathe it in. 

"I think so, Alph- you're an alpha," you didn’t plan to whisper.

Din is hit with your scent, now unencumbered by the basic filtration within the helmet. He takes your hand again, bringing your wrist to his nose, inhaling. You know he is restraining himself from going to the scent gland in your neck. But if you are honest with yourself, it's all you want.

Din doesn't know what he is doing, he feels untethered, almost floating. He has never felt this way, his thinking is not confused though, on the contrary it is very clear though it almost feels like someone else's thoughts.

You move closer, bringing your neck so close. Din lowers your hand-

"Can I?"

"Please, Al- Mando"

"Din, please call me Din."

You tip you head to the side, you trust he will only smell, you don't know how you know and that frightens you.

"Alright, Din."

A shiver runs through him, and very slowly, he brings his face to the juncture of your neck and shoulder and inhales deeply. He feels drunk. His training battling with instinct and training all but raises a flag of truce when your nose is buried in his now bare neck, and instinct rumbles its victory. Little does he know that that rumble escapes him until you moan in response. 

"Din," you sigh. His response is quick and desperate, a growl rumbling from his chest and arms wrap tightly around you, as he murmurs your name.

How you got to the large crate you are now sitting on, you aren’t sure. Your feet dangle, legs open with Din standing between them, but he is not pressing against you. His head is tucked against your shoulder as he noses against your scent gland. Your hands in his hair,it's soft and fine. He does nothing without express permission. You have never met an alpha like this. You remind yourself he wasn't raised in a/b/o society, where the hierarchy puts him at the top, so many taught that they can just take what they want, like the alpha behind the cantina. You also can tell he is holding back, keeping instinct in check. And you are torn between incredible respect and wanting him to let go. 

“I want to kiss you, may-”

“I want to kiss you too, Din.”

Din brings his mouth to yours with an urgency that scares him. He wants to live here, right here. He knows he has to marshal himself, take control. But your lips are soft and the sounds you make, he wishes he could see you- 

Suddenly, there is the swoosh of a door to your right and an affronted cry that is as cute as it is furious. You smile, your lips still against his.

“Time’s up, I guess,” Din sighs.

"For now."

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[alphasmoonlit-selfships]

Just a little rebel lass with a bark just as strong as her bite 🐺✨

I made a Star Wars Rebels, Mandalorian oc/self insert, with the ability to shape-shift into a space-wolf/lycan species (cause why not?)!

I’m still learning more about Star Wars, I have been re-diving into a lot of it my main blog because of Sabine/Ezra (the beans) and it developed into wanting to create a self insert 🤍 one who is Mandalorian, because I genuinely love the lore, culture and language of the group (Sabine being a strong motivating factor 💜).

Danielle would definitely star in somewhere in Rebels canon, sometime around season 2, maybe as a contact/client for the Ghost crew to provide them with some intel or so, and likely join their little group after they learn more about her ;w; (I love found family, ah).

Can you also tell I’m re-obsessed with THG and ABOSBAS too? I’ve fallen for the soundtrack and songs and it just fits what I have going for with Dany here~ definitely a lass with strong vocal song, the rebels could use song and music to strengthen their spirits 😌

While it’s more for the found family and platonic relationships! I have also thought, why don’t I insert Atsushi or Jason into Star Wars too 👀😳 make it an Au within an Au 🙌🏼 perhaps (─‿‿─)♡ and make them a Jedi or a pilot? 😍 heck yes!

We shall see 😊 I definitely love the design I have going for my self insert here! 🙌🏼

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[djarinvibe]

Dosed (Alpha!Din Djarin x Omega!F!Reader)

A/N: Hii, idk the last time I posted but its been a while. A lot has happened in my life the past little while. My 4 year long relationship ended and I moved back in with my mom for starters. Anyways im coping with fanfiction (as we all do <3 ) enjoy!

Summary: After accidentally being dosed with sex pollen, you beg Din to ease your pain.

Words: 3.9k

Warnings:  SMUT (MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY), A/B/O DYNAMICS, SEX POLLEN FIC, piv sex, fingering, squirting, breeding kink if you squint, mating, slight mention of blood, descriptions leading to rape but not including - if i missed any lmk!

Italics = flashback / Masterlist

Hearing the distinct ‘Thunk’ of the Mandalorian’s boots shuffling down the ladder, you broke away from your task of sewing one of his old capes back together.

Your eyes glanced at the child who was finally asleep in his hammock, hoping the man's loud footsteps hadn’t disturbed his slumber.

The day had started rough with the armor-clad man stumbling back onto the ship, impassive and silent, after being gone for a few days on a hunt. He returned empty handed, proving that this venture hadn't gone well.

He was injured, luckily not terribly and you managed to patch him up efficiently, however, he still remained grumpy; ignoring you and locking himself up in the cockpit for a few hours.

Not to forget that Grogu has been fussy since the moment he woke up to the moment you put him back down. You think it's a stomach ache from some bugs he ate just yesterday. His grubby fingers had gotten to them and they were swallowed before you could tell him to spit.

“So, what's the plan?” You questioned the man, standing up from the minuscule, kitchenette table. He grunted in response, passing by and treading over to his weapons locker. Biting your lip, you watched as he grabbed a medium-sized blaster, sat down, and began dismantling it.

You should know he was going to react this way after a bounty went wrong, as you've been on the Mandalorian’s ship for a year now. He saved you in the local market on your home planet shortly after he obtained the little green child.

You joined his crew a week after, the man asking you to do so; he needed a caretaker for the child, and himself. You were stunned he even took you in based on how your paths crossed.

The throb between your legs was getting worse as you made a quick attempt to get home. Your heat had started in the middle of the day at the fruit stand as a result of missing one day of your suppressants.

You chided yourself for being so stupid and forgetting to take a thing you've been using since you were a teenager. However, it wasn't really your fault; the bottle had gotten lost under your couch.

Eyes burned into your back as you made your way; no doubt local alpha’s catching a whiff of your scent. Your town isn't very friendly, especially to unmated omegas. There's a lot of unpleasant men who pass through here; you've heard horror stories of other omegas being murdered or kidnapped because of so.

Pulling the cloak donning your back tighter around yourself, a frantic attempt to cover your scent, you kept your head down as you nearly ran through the streets.

It wasn't until you rounded a corner when a figure grabbed onto your cloak, pulling you back into a darkened alley.

“Little Omega’s lost, huh?” The attacker's voice was low and unsettling. You swallowed, bringing your eyes up to greet a man. He looked like a bandit, dressed in tattered garb with worn boots. His face donned small scars, and you noted a gray haze over his left eye, signaling it was blind.

“N-no, I’m not.” You stuttered, pushing yourself away from the man. His grip only held tighter to the cloth dangling down your back, a displeased growl sounding from his throat.

“Please let me go,” You whimpered, your hands reaching around his own and attempting to claw them off.

He grunted in response, quickly ripping off the cloak. He then began nabbing at your top, attempting to get the article off. You opened your mouth and screamed, however his hand was quick to cover it, muffling your cries for help.

You felt yourself giving up, the lump in your throat forming as you accepted your fate- that was until a loud echo from a blaster filled your ears, prompting them to ring slightly.

The attacker released his grip, letting out a yelp as he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap. The alley remained silent as you took in the sight of the dead assailant, before the echo of footsteps replaced the peace.

“Are you alright?” A modulated voice rang against your ears, and you timidly looked up, eyes greeting the sight of a Mandalorian. He stood with his arm stretched out, gloved hand offering to help you up. You looked the man up and down, the throb of your heat becoming feral at his sight.

His scent, though muffled by the multitude of layered armor donning his body, was alluring, intoxicating your senses. Compared to previous alphas you've encountered, it was much different. A scent you encounter once in a lifetime.

“Yes, thank you.” Swallowing down the lust, and using his hand, you stood up while dusting off. Your eyes looked at your dead attacker once more, relief washing through your veins, before returning to ogle at your savior.

“You should go home, be somewhere safe.” His modulated tone stated obviously, clearing his throat. You nodded in agreement, quickly gathering your things that had fallen. The Mandalorian escorted you home afterwards, protecting you from any other alpha who tried to make an advance.

“-The bounty should return by then.” He grumbled lowly, still fidgeting with the blaster.

You zoned back into what Din was saying, the memory of your first encounter fading off. You haven't lost your suppressants since, now keeping them in your satchel so you’ll always know.

Plus, when it comes to living and traveling with an alpha, taking the pills is the safest route. Not that the Mandalorian would do anything to you, he proved that the first moment you met. It’s mostly so that you prevent anything from happening. You can't deny that there have been moments over the past year where situations got heated.

Deep down you knew that the Mandalorian didn't reciprocate the feelings that you did. He was dedicated to his work, the child, and creed more than to anything else. It’s best if you just focus on tending to Grogu as you were hired to do.

“Okay,” You responded, knowing Din wouldn't repeat himself if you asked. Grabbing your discarded needle from earlier, you resumed sewing the tattered cape.

—

The streets of the local market teemed with life, citizens and vendors alike bustling around and bickering. With the small, green child sitting comfortably in a body wrap against your chest, You and the Mandalorian began to pace into the organized chaos. Before Din could set off in an attempt to capture the bounty again, he needs to stock up on a few resources. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to get some food and bacta patches for the ship as well.

“Mandalorian!” A voice suddenly yelled, catching all of your attention. A small trader sat behind a table of assorted trinkets and snacks, an eager grin on their face, “Wares for your travels? I've got jewelry, decorations, food-”

“No thank you.” Din wasted no time, his gloved hand quickly coming to the small of your back, urging you to continue walking. However, a small metal container with intricate designs- both painted and carved- caught your attention. It sat amongst other assorted food on the edge of the vendor’s table.

“Wait,” You murmured while stepping closer, and grabbing the box.

“That is a very delicate pastry. A favorite amongst Omegas.” The trader held a mischievous grin as you opened the tin. You pushed past the fact he immediately clocked that you were an omega, too mesmerized by the treat in your grasp.

A small, round pastry sat in the middle of decorated parchment paper. It was baked golden brown, with a powdered substance coating the top like a soft sprinkling of snow. The smell hit your nose with such a burst of sugary delight, your mouth started to water.

“It smells delicious,” You agreed, looking back at Din over your shoulder. He had already pulled out a few credits to hand over to the shopkeeper by the time your eyes met his visor. Grogu reached his arms out, attempting to grasp the tin from you, however you distracted him by grabbing a different treat sitting amongst the variety.

As the two of you stepped away from the table, the child and yourself munching away on your treats, the trader let out one last chuckle before murmuring “Enjoy your night.”

-

Walking along the path to return to the ship, sunbeams shone through the planet’s greenery as wildlife fluttered about. Grogu squealed at the sight of a bug flying just in front of your figures. His little arm reached out of the binds at the sight of it, but it had already disappeared into a bush.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the baby's actions, “You already made yourself sick yesterday, I'm not letting you get your hands on one more creature.”

Din turned his head, visor peering at the two of you. He couldn't stop his emotions from rising at the sight.

You looked gorgeous with the child sitting securely in the wrap around your full figure. Sunbeams peaking through the trees occasionally illuminated your stunning complexion. Your hair was styled in an up-do, exposing the delicate skin of your neck and ear. The outfit you donned was much nicer and more fitted than what you typically wore around the ship; probably for the purpose of going into town.

Then, the wind picked up, and your scent graced the inside of his helmet. You smelled different than usual; like a juicy, fresh fruit on a hot summer's day, or the first intoxicating sip of a sweet cocktail.

He could've dropped to his knees at the sensation it sent through his body and straight to his cock. Instead, he only stumbled over a root on the path. And luckily, you hadn't noticed- too consumed by the child's cuteness.

You've been employed by him for a year now, he knows your scent changes based on your mood. When you're sleepy, it's chamomile and bergamot. When excited, it's citrus and floral. And when you're angry or upset, it's cinnamon.

But the scent you're emitting currently is rare; a sign that you're going into heat. He hasn't smelled that since the night he saved you.

Din had just exited the Cantina after collecting his reward, when the distant cry of a voice echoed in the alley nearby.

Curiosity filled his veins as he picked up his pace and rounded the corner.

The sight of a small Omega pinned against the wall by a feral alpha filled his visor. The woman was obviously uncomfortable, her body language proving so. He had her arms pinned against the wall, nose in her neck, while she craned as far away as she could.

Wasting no time, Din pulled his blaster from its holder, shooting the attacker.

After the assailant's body slumped to the ground, the Mandalorian immediately caught the smell of your arousal and pheromones. It was intoxicating; filling each of his senses in such a way, he had to fight rolling his eyes back in pleasure.

No other omega, nor beta, he’s encountered in the past has smelled like you.

It was the equivalent of taking a breath of fresh air; or the first warm, sunny morning after a long, melancholic winter. It felt as comforting as a gentle embrace, and as arousing as a lover's touch.

Before his parents died, they told him how they had met. It was too similar to the situation he currently found himself in.

He instantly knew that you were special; his missing puzzle piece, his riduur.

Pulling himself together the moment your eyes met his own through his visor, he extended his hand, the question leaving his lips “Are you alright?”

-

Grogu had fallen asleep by the time you returned to the ship. After you had placed him into his pram and closed the lid, Din finally spoke. He had been too distracted by your scent on the return walk, resulting in silence.

“Omega.”

“What?” You frowned, furrowing your brow. He hardly used your title, previously having said it only two times before in the year you’ve known each other.

“Have you been taking your suppressants?” He continued, gloved hand digging into the cushion of the little kitchenette’s chair.

“Everyday, I-I haven't missed a dose.” You stuttered in response. It was then you felt the first inkling of arousal filling your thoughts and veins.

“Your scent- you-” The man couldn't find the words, too drunk on your pheromones,  “That trader in the market, they must've dosed the pastry.”

“Oh Maker- Din, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have insisted.” You bit your lip. However, the way your employer was clearly so affected by you was making your omega pur at the sight. You noted his rough grip on the seat, the way he shuffled his stance.

“It's fine- I just-” The man couldn't find the words, visor raising to face you. He was breathing heavily, shoulders rising up and down. You could see the outline of his hardened cock through his pants, desperate to be free of its restriction. Your lower belly clenched at the sight.

Blinking away, you looked down at the closed pram before back towards the Mandalorian.

“He and I c-can lock away in the-” The man began, catching onto your train of thought, however you quickly interrupted him while stepping forward.

“No- please stay. He can sleep in the cockpit, but you…” You trailed off, eyes trailing up and down his tall, broad form, “I don't think I can manage this alone,” You then whimpered, a wave of arousal washing over your figure and causing your clit to throb, “Please,  Alpha.”

Din’s heavy breathing intensified as he quickly stepped forward. The pram floated over to his figure before he directed it to go up the ladder and into the cockpit. Once the door was sealed, the man wasted no time rushing over to your figure.

He grasped your waist tightly, pulling you tight against the cool touch of his beskar chest plate. “Wanted you- wanted this for so long Cyar'ika,”

The man ripped off his gloves, flinging them across the living space. His bare hands then lifted the fabric of your top, coming into contact with the warm flesh of your lower belly. The feeling of skin touching skin sent electricity up his arms and throughout your own body. You've touched him before while patching up wounds, but this is his first time feeling you.

Din’s voice was low, the helmet's modulator cracking softly as he spoke, “Close your eyes.”

Intoxicated on a cocktail of sensations, you could only let out a breathy gasp in response and promptly followed his orders. Once sure you couldn't see, the man stepped away from your figure. The loss of his touch made you frown, but upon hearing the lights of the ship power down, you understood what was going on.

The sound of his helmet coming off and dropping to the durasteel flooring filled the silence. Your heart was pounding so harshly against your chest from both arousal and anxiety, you were sure the man could hear it.

Din’s hands grasped you once more, pulling your body up with ease. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as his bare hands shuffled under your top. He then quickly buried his face into your neck, kissing and licking under your jaw.

Soft breathy moans escaped your lips at the sensation, fingers tugging the short, loose curls on the nape of his neck. While you were distracted, one of his hands grasped your breasts and began teasing your nipples, as the other snaked its way past the waistband of your bottoms to your clit.

Whimpering as the man began to rub your clit slowly, you could hear him moan lowly into your ear, “You’re so wet. Dripping, just for me.”

“Just for you,” You managed to mumble out in between gasps, your full weight leaning against his chest. He picked up his pace at your response, clearly enamored by the breathiness of your tone, until he pulled away abruptly.

Before you could even have time to protest, he quickly pulled off your bottoms and top, leaving you in just your undergarments. You then felt as he lifted your body and placed you back down onto the kitchenette table. Your hands found his chest in the darkness, releasing his chest piece, pauldron, and vambraces, working your way down to palm his throbbing cock straining against his pants.

Din faltered his movements due to the intoxicating feeling, but managed to push aside your underwear and slide two fingers into your core. You bit your lip, tossing your head back in pleasure. His fingers filled you perfectly, expertly working as his thumb rubbed your clit. He then lowered his head as his lips found the flesh of your neck, biting and sucking up to your jaw and ear. Little whines and praises left his mouth as you found his cock once more, continuing to palm it through the pants he had yet to shed.

“Want to make you cum, cyar'ika,” He murmured and paused to growl softly, “Want you to soak my fingers before I fill you with my cock.”

Din felt you tighten around his fingers and began pumping faster, a sign your orgasm was closing in. His words had muddled your brain and sent your inner omega over the edge.  A hot sensation filled your lower belly due to the combination of his fingers and low whimpers of pleasure, you finally came, squirting all over the man's undershirt.

He smirked in the darkness, feeling your juices soak him as he quickly undid his belt and pants. He bit his lip, pumping his dick a few times before lining up his tip with your clit and rubbing. Jumping slightly at the shock of pleasure, your hands grasped the man's biceps to steady yourself.

“M’ still sensitive,” You slightly slurred, the nerves sending electric shocks up your belly as still recovering from your first orgasm. You haven’t had one that powerful in, well, you couldn’t remember. The people you slept with before Din have never made you cum to the point of squirting.

“Good.” He growled in response, wasting no more time and plunging his cock deep in your core. You moaned loudly at the sensation, head tossing back in pure ecstasy. You could feel him deep in your belly, before he began pumping in and out roughly. One of his hands grasped your breast once more, except his lips met the flesh instead of his fingers.

His cock perfectly rubbed into your g-spot with each thrust while his tongue toyed with your nipple; sucking and pulling between his teeth gently. It caused you to whimper out his name desperately, tears flooding your eyes.

The overwhelming amount of pleasure that was flooding every sense in your body was nearly too much to handle. Yet, your body craved the feeling, like it was a heavy drug and you were withdrawing.

“Whine my name, baby,” Din grunted between thrusts, lifting his head from your breast, “I’m your alpha.”

“You’re my alpha,” You whined, tears of pure ecstasy running down your cheeks.

It was then you realized that you wanted this forever. Din at your side, fucking you roughly each night, raising the little green boy and whatever other children you may have in the future.

“P-please mate me,”

“A-Are you sure?” Din stuttered at your request, rolling his eyes back in pleasure. Those simple words were like spice being shot directly into his veins.

“Yes,” You moaned, “It’s you. I-It’s always been you. Since day one.” Your words were both breathy and whiney, and it nearly sent the man into a coma. Picking up his rhythm once more, He wasted no time and buried his nose in your neck, biting harshly to the point where the bitter taste of copper filled his mouth.

A loud yelp of both pleasure and pain left your lips at the sensation, however it was over quickly and the man began kissing the spot he had just bitten. With each thrust, you could feel his knot grow and the heat in your belly returning. The knowledge that you were now mated made everything much more sensational and sensitive.

“Maker, you're so tight.” Din growled, “Wanna finish inside you.”

His declaration made your stomach churn with excitement, as you quickly whined out an agreement, “Please- Din, cum inside me.”

Reaching your hand down, you continued to rub your clit, inflaming the pleasure running through your nerves. Din’s hand returned to your breast, fingers pinching and twisting your sensitive nipple. The overwhelming amount of pleasure caused the warm feeling in your belly to build, before you finally came again, coating Din’s shirt once more.

The man faltered at the feeling, but continued to thrust until he too finished deep inside of your cunt, cock throbbing and knot expanding. Loud heavy pants left his lips next to your ear as you too breathed heavily along with him, body beginning to relax.

The two of you basked in the afterglow of the moment, each regaining your breath. Din’s head bumped gently into your own, forehead pressing against yours. The intimacy of having his bare face so close to your own sent chills down your spine. You’ve never actually seen it, due to his creed and very limited removal of his helmet.

And now it was right there in front of you, in the pitch black darkness, just millimeters away.

“Do I get to see you, now that we’re mated?” You questioned softly, nose pressing into his softly. Your hand rose up, cupping the man's cheek and rubbing gently across it with your thumb.

“Yes,” He murmured in response, leaning into your palm.

-

Once Din’s knot had gone down, he wasted no time turning the lights back on. The moment you first saw his face, you gasped softly, amazed by how stunning the man was.

Dark, short loose curls covered his forehead. His eyes were kind, and a gorgeous shade of brown. His nose softly hooked, showing how many times he’s broken it due to his lifestyle; which only added to his attractiveness. Full lips hid behind a mustache and stubble, enticing you to kiss them.

Quickly hopping off the table, you rushed over to his half-clothes figure and quickly pulled him in for a passionate kiss. He eagerly returned your energy, kissing you with just as much force before pulling away.

“You’re so handsome,” You giggled, hand rubbing down the side of his cheek. He smiled softly at your claim, eyes taking in every little detail of your skin. You were so beautiful in clear vision, and not hidden behind a visor.

“You must have me confused with another man.” Din commented in response, his humor making itself known.

You bit your lip to conceal a giggle and shook your head, gently slapping his chest, “Oh, hush. I can easily recognize the man I love. It feels like I've spent a lifetime with you, despite it only being a year.”

“Cyare, I knew you were my mate from the moment I saved you. I’m sorry it took us so long to realize that.” Din murmured.

“The only thing that matters is that we finally did.” You gently spoke, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, “And now we get to spend a lifetime together.”

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[mandos-mind-trick]

Instinct - Part 12

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

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only that were possible. 

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was an easy job.” Din says.

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

***

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

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

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

Din nods. “That, and...” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His shoulders slump a bit. “Fine.” 

***

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

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

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

In fact, you were acting the opposite. 

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

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

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

He could always command you to. 

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

He won’t do that to you. 

He resorts to just asking you. 

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

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

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

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

“Fine.” You snap. “I’m fine.” 

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

***

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

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

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

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

You hate it. 

So, you decide to visit the medical center. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

You've gotten past him before. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Din...I’m pregnant.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Din introduces you, looking down at Grogu. 

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

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

Din nods. “We do.” 

“Are you hungry?” Boba asks. 

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

“We do.” Din says. “Well, we did.”  

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

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

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

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

“The offer still stands.” Boba says.

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

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

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

***

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

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

You shake your head, reaching out for him. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#star wars #star wars fic #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fic #din djarin x reader #din x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #alpha din djarin #omega reader #a/b/o

[carolina-star]

In jedi apprentice Qui-Gon gives Obi-Wan a stone for his 13th birthday, and Obi-Wan though it was a force sentive stone. It wasn't.

But in this AU Cody will not tolerate any of that shit. Any of Qui-Gon nonsense actually. So Obi-Wan will have a happy birthday and everything will be fine.

Until Obi-Wan find out clones don't have birthdays. And that will be his most important mission as the general of the 212th. Plus Cody will smile and that make him feel little sunshine in his tummy and Obi-Wan like that.

Masterlist

#star wars #star wars au #Teenage General and Commander #obi wan kenobi #commander cody #Commander sunshine #qui gon jinn #alpha 17 #codywan #Future codywan #212th #the 212th attack battalion #the clone wars #sw tcw #jedi apprentice #For some reason my Cody is really mandalorian #He just got all the Mando gens from Jango and didn't share much #Kote #Pray Jetti pray

[scarletlegionnaire]

Went to a Walmart in nearby farming town, found all 3 of these and they were the only ones on the shelf.

Finally got Din (plus bonus Morak Din) & a DeathWatch Mando (whom as far as I am concerned is Tharr).

Happy Day for me!

#the mandalorian #din djarin #the mandolarian #dyn djarin #star wars #tharr djarin #alpha tharr #death watch

[absurdthirst]

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

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 5.6k

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

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

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

*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.

Moodboard by @wardenparker 

Click Keep Reading only if you have read the Rating and Warnings and understand the warnings may not be complete to avoid listing spoilers. As AO3 says 'creator chooses not to use warnings'. You also agree that you're the right age to be consuming anything here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, ‘mega.” He spits, looking down at your heavy lidded eyes, watching the gasps form on your lips when he spears deep into your cunt again. “Pretty ‘mega, taking my cock. Squeezing me. Doing exactly what your Alpha needs.” You whine, nodding quickly and your hands race up his back with the feeling of your blunt nails scoring his skin lightly, making him shudder.

You like the praise, that much is obvious. The way your cunt squeezes him like a vice when he tells you how good you are is accompanied by the waft of a very pleased Omega drifting off of you. He wonders how many others took the time to feed your Omegas needs. To praise and coo to you while making sure that they keep you filled. Alphas and Omegas both need things from each other, it’s what makes your designations fit perfectly together. He grunts, bracing his arms on his elbows and brushes his thumb across that gland while he watches his cock plunge into your body again and again. 

He feels how connected you are. The air around the two of you is heavy with your mingling scents. Something that pleases his Alpha and makes him ruck his hips forward even faster. “Gonna cum?” He grunts out, watching your teeth bite your bottom lip and watches your hands slide from around him to grasp your tits. Massaging and pinching your stiff nipples with a loud moan. Later on, when his knot is buried inside your tight cunt, he’ll suck on them. Pull you into his lap and tease them with his tongue to find out if you like it as much as he imagines. 

For now, the quick pace of slapping skin has his full attention. Feeling your body draw up tighter as his own starts to prepare. The tingling in the base of his spine is the only reason he doesn’t pause, give his aching thighs a break from where he is rocking over you. He’s close and he knows you are. Angling up into your cunt, he slides a hand between your thighs and presses his thumb against your clit, rubbing quickly as he feels the knot start to form. 

“Cum for me ‘mega.” He begs, desperate for that last flood of slick from your cunt to ease his knot inside you. It’s thick, meant to keep his cock deep inside while his seed takes root. While there is no chance of him impregnating you, He still wants to be buried in your body while he rides out his rut. “Want this pretty little cunt to soak me. Let my knot slip inside you easily.” He knows it won’t be easy, but that slick will make it easier for you to take it. He doesn’t want you to hurt unnecessarily. 

You mewl and buck up under him. Giving him what he wants as your body responds to both his physical manipulation of your body and the thread of command in his order. Heat rushes over his cock, the slippery slick of your cunt flooding it and making him groan. 

His hips stutter, pace getting sloppy as he feels his knot swell, his orgasm starting to crest. Relief and need flooding his own body, making him let go of your gland, your clit and grab your legs. Pushing them wide and thrusting into you harshly, grunting out with every hard push of his hips. So close to his peak that he can taste it. 

He needs this. Breath catching when your hands slide up his arms and rest on his own scent glands, massaging them gently. “Cum Alpha.” You beg breathlessly. “Fill me up, knot me.” Your sweet whimper makes his entire body jerk in response. “I need it.” 

Stars burst behind his eyes, his hands tighten on your body, nearly shouting while his cock drills deep, the already thick knot pushing into your cunt and rapidly filling with blood to lock him inside your passage while he starts to cum. 

White hot pleasure races through his body, making him grunt and hiss every time another pump of his cum floods your womb, filling you up in the most primal way. Twitching, as he empties himself of the first of many orgasms. Grinding  his hips and making sure that he doesn’t pull against your lips with the fat base of his knot. 

Din buries his face against your neck, collapsing against your body and pinning you down. Not that you seem to mind it. Your legs wrap around his thighs again and your hands stroke his back. The loud roar of pleasure that had filled his ears was slowly starting to fade away, making him realize that you are cooing softly to him. Telling him how good his knot feels inside you. Making him hum and press his lips to your pulse again. Sighing softly at the relief that is flooding his body now that his rut is in full swing and he’s buried inside a beautiful, soft, willing Omega. 

The next few hours, the next few days will be spent in this nest. Buried inside you and caring for you. The food and drink will be given to you while he’s still connected to you. Making sure that all of your needs are met and he is looking forward to feeling what a kiss will be like. You have been patient with him so far and he’s grateful that he had decided to come to The Den.

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I’m probably the Only One who Loves Boba Fett even more after seeing TBOBF...

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Alpha-ØØ | "Boba Fett"

Boba in his black arena suit from War of the Bounty Hunters Alpha

(Artist headcanon that Boba's designation being "Alpha" indicates that he was originally decanted as part of the Alpha batch of clones)

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A slice of life

Alpha-17 grumbled, he wasn't a morning person. He never was. Right now his over-eager strill pup of a ad was busy climbing on his back, playing with his soft curls.

"Buir! Buir! Buir! Buir!" he chanted, yapping his mouth off. He then tried to tug on his brawny arm, causing him to tumble back off the bed. He heard him crash into the armor pile, when the beskar metal clattered on the polished floor of their yaim.

"Your ad is awake," Orion sleepily mumbled in his ear. He often wondered how he got so damn lucky. Orion Howlett, former member of Easy Company, a dragon rider, Wolverine's son, a leader of a commando squad, the kriffing Manda'alor for cryin' out loud. Alpha admired the lean, yet toned form of his riduur that was evenly tanned. He would follow the man to hell and back, without question.

"Before sunrise, he is your ad," he growled out, it was way too early for this.

"Buir! You promised!" Jaster proclaimed, as he wriggled his way into the sleeping pile.

"Okay, ad, I'm up," Alpha yawned, showing off two sets of razor-sharp canines.

"Yes!" he cheered as he clambered off the bed, as he bolted out the door.

"Don't break him,"

"I won't, I carried him, remember?"

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