#din djarin x yn

[jksprincess10]

Fix it  || Din Djarin x reader

Summary: Your mandalorian asks you to clean his suit. Reader is someone who fixes anything and is nicknamed “Fix” in this. No physical description is given. (3k words)

CW: maskless!din with face reveal, tattooed!din, petnames (mesh’la) pwp, breeding kink, oral (f and mreceiving), fingering, manhandling, praise, lots of fluff (they’re kinda in love with each other ok)

A/N: This takes place after s2. Din still has the razor quest and hasn’t been redeemed yet.

Masterlist

Part 2

Life on Nevarro was mostly quiet for you. You had made a name for yourself as the local smith and the person who could pretty much fix any piece of weapon and armor. You were living in a tiny grey stone house, the bottom of it was your workshop and the top floor was your little nook; a tiny apartment big enough just for yourself. Your workshop had accumulated tons of foreign materials, dust, tools you had inherited from your deceased father and dirt. So much dirt. No matter how many times you cleaned the workshop, it became dirty again in seconds. Your work wasn’t the most delicate. But you liked this life.

You often met adventurers and people from the Guild; they all came and went as the moon cycles went on. They were mostly all forgettable, a mass of young people looking for a thrill and a good kill. But there was one… who stepped in your workshop a few times. And this one, you couldn’t forget about.

You finished wiping clean the chest plate you had fixed for a client when you heard the bell ring, triggered by the quick opening of the door. Your turned around and wiped your hands on your leather apron, stopping in your tracks when you saw him. The one you couldn’t forget about.

He was still broad; shoulders the size of a door, and still masked. His usual shining armor was… dulled by a substance you couldn’t quite identify. He was here. Your Mandalorian.

“Well, well, didn’t expect you so soon.” You teased, even though you were pleased by his presence.

With a heavy thump, the Mandalorian sat on the worn chair destined for your clients. You approached slowly to examine his armor.

“I found myself in a… sticky situation.” You could sense the grimace he was making under the intimidating visor. Your fingers barely touched his shoulder pads, and you discovered a slimy, neon-green substance.

“Gross.” You grimaced as you wiped your hand on your apron.

“I know this might not be part of your usual services, but do you have anything to clean the beskar? Your price is mine, Fix.” Fix was your little nickname, everyone called you like that. Not many people knew your actual name, and you were okay with it.

Mando always offered credits, but you rarely made him pay. He would always find a way to sneak more than enough credits on your stone table before he left. Last time… he even took you out to diner, well, he didn’t eat, because he couldn’t take off the helmet, he just looked at you while you engulfed what he bought you. And you had finished the night on his ship, making yourself cum again and again on his thigh as he never took off anything. He simply encouraged you, clothed hands touching every part of you that was accessible to him. That night felt like a fever dream that you couldn’t forget. You felt your cheeks heating up at the memory, and you fiddled with the large pockets of your apron.

“I do. I might have every cleaning product for every metal in the galaxy.” You smiled. You inspected his armor closely. It seemed like it was even sticky under, on his flight suit. And his helmet… you didn’t know how he could even see. “But I have… bad news.” You looked at him up and down. “I think I might have to clean… everything. It seems to be sticky everywhere. I know it’s not… ideal, but you will have to take off the whole thing, I’m afraid. Do you have a change of clothes and helmet?”

You saw how tense his shoulders got. “I don’t. Is there… any other way?”

“I’m afraid not, Mando. Can’t clean it good enough if it’s on your body. It will most likely need to soak for a while.” You went to the door and turned the sign to “closed” and locked the door. “No one will see you here. You can trust me.”

You heard a modulated groan. “Fine. Turn around.” You did, and tightly closed your eyes. You heard the shuffle of fabric, the heavy sound of beskar meeting the ground. Finally, a hissing sound. In your time having him as a client, you didn’t even dare try to imagine what he looked like under his armor. Even when you two were intimate. But there he was, so close, flesh unveiled. You pushed the thought away.

“There. Everything is on your table.” Hearing his real voice set a fire in your stomach. It was just as deep, but more… human. He felt so… real.

You took a big breath in. Out. And opened your eyes, facing the table. Tense, you took a few steps to your table and got to work. You let the suit soak first in a small basin you always filled with water in case something needed cleaning. Even touching the fabric felt inappropriate, too intimate.

“Isn’t it taboo… taking off your helmet, Mando?”

“It is… prohibited. But I am already deep in sin and on the way to redemption.”

“I see.” You took a can of product, shook it, and sprayed a generous amount on the chest plate. “Where’s the little green munchkin?” You asked as you rubbed the metal vigorously, dissolving some of the sticky substance.

“He is… away.” You heard the sadness in his voice, so you didn’t ask more questions.

“It seems to be coming off.” You said. “But it might take a while.” The beskar was already shinier and more reflective. Through the metal, you could see the hint of silhouette; tan, scarred skin, decorated by dark tattoos. “Fuck.” You pushed the armor piece away, which fell heavily to the ground, and closed your eyes. You felt a mixture of guilt and arousal in your gut.

You heard him get up; step closer.

“Is everything okay, Fix?”

“Y-Yes! You might… be more comfortable upstairs. Make yourself at home. I will call you when it’s ready and I’ll get out so you can put your clothes back on.”

The Mandalorian agreed quietly and took the stairs to your living space. When he was out of the way, you sat down for a few seconds, breathing heavily. You saw what you shouldn’t have seen. When your breathing got back to normal, you got back to work.

You scrubbed all the armor pieces until your hands hurt. You washed the heavy fabric of his suit and set it to dry under your industrial fan. Outside your door, you could see that the sun had already set. But Mando never bothered you once. He was probably used to long, quiet days on his ship.

You washed your hands thoroughly from the slimy liquid and wiped away the sweat from your forehead.

“Mando, it’s almost dry.” You shouted from downstairs. “But… before you get down here, I have… to tell you something.”

“Did you break something, Fix?”

“I didn’t.”

“Good.”

“But… I saw your reflection, earlier.”

Silence for a few seconds, then you heard him come down. You immediately closed your eyes.

“Mando, I’m still down here!” You protested. You were going to make a run for it, but you felt warm hands holding your wrists. “I’m sorry I’ll – I’ll gauge my eyes out. I… barely saw anything.”

“Open your eyes, mesh’la.”

“But – ”

“Open them. Remember what I said? I’m already deep in sin.” He said firmly.

Your eyes fluttered open and your irises adjusted to the darkness. The man was only wearing his dark underwear, he was completely vulnerable under your gaze. You took all of him in, as he waited nervously. You didn’t think you’d see a warrior like him get nervous under your gaze. Maybe he always was, and his armor hid it. You admired his strong legs. His generous groin. The scars on his stomach. His broad chest, marked by dark tattoos. His strong arms equally marked. His throat hinting at his nervousness. His jaw, dressed in a scratchy, dark beard. Plush, inviting lips under a mustache. A prominent nose.

“Say something.” He pleaded.

Your eyes met his, big, brown, and almost teary. He had dark, wild curls. You took his cheeks between your hands, feeling the warm flesh under your fingers. He was so… real.

“You’re handsome, Mando.”

He let out a sigh of relief.

“Din. Call me Din, please.”

“Come here, Din.” You smirked and pulled him impossibly closer, wrapping your legs around his middle. Strong arms helped pulling you up, hands holding your ass. You whispered your real name in the shell of his ear, and he smiled, letting your beautiful name rest on his tongue. A secret for another. You saw his physical restraint and hesitation for a few seconds, until he let go.  Plush lips met yours with extreme caution, like he hadn’t done this in a long time. And truth be told – he hadn’t, since he was a little boy. Every time he had intimacy, it was with the barrier of a helmet and partial clothing. Your hands kept him close. Din trapped you against the nearest wall, and you moaned in his lips, deepening the kiss. Butterflies were flying in your belly, making you want and love.

Clumsy hands undid your apron, and it fell to the ground. You both gasped for air, but your lips couldn’t leave him for long, and you kissed every parcel of flesh available to you. Your feet met the floor momentarily so you could undress to his level; overalls and shirt gone. He took in the beautiful, clear vision of your body, one he could see without the constant darkness of the visor.

“Gorgeous, mesh’la…” He breathed.

You felt your cheeks heating up. Your hands guided his, placing them over your breasts, which he caressed with feather-like touches.

“You won’t break me.” You said softly. “Don’t be scared, Din.”

He squeezed the flesh lightly, before he undid your bra. You slid the clothing off your arms. He pulled you back up in his arms, and you squealed in surprise when his face disappeared in your breasts.

“I want to taste every centimeter of skin.” There was this undertone of urgency, he knew your time was limited. He knew the sins couldn’t last forever. He took one of your raised nipples between his lips, sucking and nipping at it softly. Your hands found purchase in his curls, holding him close.

“Please, please, please…” You didn’t really know what you were asking for, but you wanted everything he could give. His lips let go of your raised buds, sliding up until he found your throat, where he left gentle kisses. With one hand, he got rid of your underwear. His fingers took place between your bodies. He slid two fingers across your slit, just feeling around. His index and middle fingers circled your clit, making you moan under the sudden spark of pleasure you felt. Your head went limp against the wall, mouth agape. His circles were tight, fast, until you squeezed your legs more in a silent orgasm.

Suddenly, he moved again, and your back met the cold stone surface of your worktable. Your legs laid on his broad shoulders while he kneeled, and he parted your folds with his fingers. He kissed your clit gently, before teasing it with the tip of his tongue. His hands squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs while his tongue got lost in your sweet essence.

“How did I live so long without tasting you, mesh’la…”

How did you live so long without him tasting you?

Your moans got simply louder as he circled his tongue expertly.

“Don’t stop, Din, I’m – ah, I’m so close.”

His name on your tongue was a symphony to his ears, and it only encouraged him. His moves got faster, until your thigh tried to close around his head, but his big hands were holding them open for him. You cried loudly as he lapped at your gushing juices.

“You did so good for me.” He praised in a raspy voice.

Din watched as your stomach raised and fell in labored breaths. Finally, you straightened up and slid down his boxers, salivating at the sight of his muscled thighs and raised cock.

“Wanna taste you, please.” You begged.

You got down from your table as he took off his boxers completely, and immediately met the ground with your knees. Maybe sitting naked in your workshop wasn’t the smartest move, but you didn’t care in the moment. Mando held on to the nearest wall as you greedily took all of him in your mouth, eager to taste him.

“Kriff, mesh’la, slow down…” His fingers tugged on your hair, and you let his cock fall out of your mouth completely, before licking up a stripe on his member. You watched as the strong warrior whimpered and closed his eyes. Slowly, you took the head between your lips and sucked softly. He bucked his hips up uncontrollably, pushing himself further in your mouth. You swallowed around him and bobbed your head up and down in a regular pace. You didn’t expect Din to be so… loud, but you appreciated hearing his moans without the modulator. He let you control him, until he pushed you away, out of breath.

“Am I not doing a good job?” You asked innocently.

“Stars, yes, you are. I wanna make love to you, come here.” His hands grabbed you and he pulled you back up. You wrapped your legs around him as he switched your positions, making your back rest against the cold wall.

He aligned his length with your hole, pushing slowly until he buried himself completely in you. You hadn’t felt a man like this in so long – and it was a stretch, but you it became pleasant after a few seconds, when your walls molded to him. He looked down at you, sparkling brown irises and smile on his lips.

“You’re taking me so well. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” He asked.

“Hmhm. But I wanted this for so long, Din…”

Din’s lips latched onto yours, in a delicate and slow kiss. While you were distracted with his tongue, he started moving his hips slowly.

“How long, mesh’la?” He asked as his head rested on your shoulder and he thrusted deeply. You moaned and wrapped your arms around him, scared of falling.

“Ever since… you first came here to fix your… old armor…”

“Why didn’t you ask before?”

“Thought it was… prohibited.”

As if he was punishing you, he went faster and deeper.

“There are… ways around it.”

His hands grabbed your hips firmly as he fucked you dumb, the sounds of your skin clapping together filling the room. Without any warning, you tightened around him and it sent him over the edge. He cursed as he shot ropes of his cum in your cunt.

Both out of breath, he let you down and watched as his spend trailed down your thighs.

“I’ll…. Go wash up. Come upstairs with me?”

He agreed and followed you up the stairs. You took a few minutes for yourself in the bathroom; washing down there and convincing yourself that it wasn’t a dream.

Another confirmation was when you came out of the restroom to your bedroom and saw Din laying naturally on your bed, like he had always been there. He looked so pretty like this, in the low light coming through your window. Skin painted gold, some of it scarred with symbols. You laid beside him on your bed, your head laying on his broad chest. It would probably be the last time you would feel the warmth of his flesh.

“When are you doing your… redemption?” You asked as your finger traced some of his tattoos.

“As soon as possible. Why?”

Sadness suddenly filled your being.

“So… this is the last time I can have you like this?” You lifted your chin to look at him. He frowned when he saw the tears forming in your eyes.

“Unless… you become my riduur.”

“Your… wife?”

“There is time, mesh’la. I will keep breaking things and bringing them to you. You can have me in other ways, like before.”

“I’ll… miss your face. But I know the Creed matters to you.” You smiled and caressed his cheek. “I will consider the other option, though.”

“Let’s make the most of it, then.”

Din rolled over you with a wicked smile, trapping your body between the bed and him. You squealed when he bit affectionately the skin of your neck. You looked down and saw that he was already half hard. You caressed him lazily to help with the situation as your lips found his in a soft kiss.

“Oh, by the way… I have an implant, if that matters.” You whispered against his mouth as you pushed him away slightly.

“Perfect. Although….” He caressed your stomach. “I wouldn’t mind fucking a baby into you, mesh’la.”

His words made your cheeks heat up, which made him smile widely. His hand caressed your cheek while he whispered. “Do you wanna… go again?”

“Yes.” You wrapped your legs around around his middle, his hips taking place between your thighs. He pumped his member a few times, before inserting in between your tight walls. His eyes weren’t leaving your face; he wanted to keep a photograph of your blissed face in his mind. You looked at him too, even though you were tired, registering every crinkle, every hair, every pore on his face. Din fucked you slowly, his body close to yours and his lips almost never leaving you. You memorized his scent, his voice.

Moments later, it was time for goodbyes. You watched Din as he put his suit back on, clean armor and all. The helmet hissed and took its rightful place.

“You did a great job. Thank you, Fix.” He said as he tipped his helmed towards you. You kissed the top of it with a smile.

“You’re welcome. Please… come back soon.”

He wrapped an arm around you to hug you probably for too long, before heading towards his ship. You watched as he left, still feeling filled with his warmth and love.  

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[typingfool]

𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 ;; din djarin

Pairing; Din Djarin x gn!Reader

outline —; Peaceful times with Din Djarin were rare. You relish it.

word count —; 1.1k

WARNINGS —; none.

tags / themes —; reader and din are married, grogu (sweetly) interrupting a moment.

A/N —; *comes back with a massive stars wars obsession* hey, i write for them now. it's been a stressful couple months and i wanted to get something out for my birthday. this isn't beta-read, i just wanted to write. please be kind, thanks.

This galaxy raised warriors, heroes, and peace-keepers. Those who fought in the name of their planet, for the safety of the future, and the love they carry for their family. Those who were victims of war survived… or trained to survive, fight, and endure. 

This galaxy isn’t raised for writers, painters, and performers. Those who coped in whomever’s name, for the sanity of themselves, and possibly for the love they carried for their crafts. Of course, artists don’t only do it for themselves. They create in order to escape; and luckily enough, they don’t press themselves into the cruel hands of the galaxy. Because it isn’t built for them. 

For you, the galaxy seemed to test the waters. Warriors and Artists? Maybe those two weren’t so different, after all. Oh, how history would have written it; when the stars collide, an artist with no place in this galaxy meets a warrior who can’t find a home. Those three long years, what an adventure it has been. 

Din Djarin is a victim of war. Like yourself. There truly is a place for people like you. But whilst Din grew up with the Way, you grew up tracing the sky, seeing shapes in every landscape, and memorising the curve of someone’s face. Often asking yourself questions like; Where does the shadow fall? In which direction does the light come from? If you were simplified, which shapes best describe you? 

Din Djarin is a Mandalorian. Not like yourself. A Mandalorian. A warrior. He trained and connived his way till he stood in this solid home. He grew up hidden, so he stayed that way for a while in his life; often a mystery to the Guild. 

“Din Djarin, do not move.” You warned, tilting your head as the heat of Nevarro’s sun hit your face. The chair, in which you sat, rocked back slightly at your movements. With arms outstretched, thumb against the pencil, you held it feebly upwards, trying to calculate the proportions of the Mandalorian’s body. 

If you could see his face out in the open right now, you would’ve caught on with the fact that your husband — your riduur — was smirking. And decided to tilt his head in the opposite direction for the fun of it. You clicked your tongue in annoyance but a smile adorned your face. “I’ve been in this position for fifteen minutes, ner runi.” Din sighed softly, tapping his ungloved fingers against his forearm. 

“Fifteen minutes more.” You looked at him over the rim of your notebook, sketching away. A light fire went on above your head, face lighting up as the same smile adorned your features. “I’ll entertain you, what’s our son doing?” You asked, raising your notebook down to tilt your head at him again. 

Din chuckled at your demeanour or was it your question? You couldn’t tell, though he answered anyway. “Eating frogs.” 

“Again?” You turned to look at the side to see your son doing so; eating frogs. Entirely, it was your fault for looking away. At the time your eyes left your riduur, Din got up, breaking your focus. “Din!” You laughed as you looked back at him.

Your Mandalorian called your name with the same energy. His next words were spoken in a gentle manner, enough to capture your attention. “I’m tired,” He merely said, extending his hand to you. “Let’s be tired together.” 

You let a relieved breath. Has it always been there? You weren’t sure, though, at this moment, you let it go. You released it when settling your supplies down the chair in which you sat. You released it when you found yourself melting into Din’s hands. 

With the armour off, the world is all but noisy. The only sound prominent are frogs croaking and the gentle breeze of Nevarro’s ambience. He pulled you into his chest and laid his back against the frame of the metal door. 

Music. You could hear music, with your cheeks pressed against the warmth of his chest, and with his arms wrapped around you (and yours around Din’s waist). The world stopped, for a few moments it stopped, and you breathed. Inhale and exhale. The exhaustion left your body through that breath, and you could feel that Din breathed too. Ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum. You could hear his gentle heart, if you listen close enough, you could practically hear his soul. What would it sound like? 

Move. Your body screamed to move, but a part of you wanted to stay like this forever. Though, the feeling caved into you, forcing your head to look at your husband’s visor. Your chin rested on his chest as you asked warily. “Can I kiss you?” 

Modulate. The Mandolorian’s helmet modulated his voice, if he answered in a chuckle, the other might receive it the wrong way. He didn’t want to move. The embrace held a significant peace, one that physically pained him when he moved a muscle. But Din didn’t speak with his brain at the moment, so he removed his helmet, and the beskar fell onto the floor beside them. 

They were in the middle of nowhere, what would you say? — All is well. — That sentence proved its point when Din held your cheeks beneath his hands, and his lips were on yours. He could feel you kiss back, he could feel your cheeks against his, he could feel the lazy smile that tugged your lips. Truly, Din wanted to open his eyes, to get a better look of you without his visor, yet somehow, he couldn’t. 

Din is tired. So tired. His shoulder gave in and melted between your arms; he didn’t know how it got there; your elbows above his shoulder, as your fingers explored his hair. But Din didn’t care, he just melted into your kiss, laughing, nearly crying over the unexpected bliss and peacefulness the day had to offer. 

His desires of staying like this with you continued to grow within each second— 

“Patu!” And then, the moment was sweetly broken. 

Your lips disconnected with a sound, pulling away the moment the sound was in ear-shot. Din’s eyes landed first on the green baby, doe eyed, ears high, and head tilted innocently. 

You saw him slurp a frog. “Grogu,” A waning smile reached your son’s lips when his name was mentioned, without warning, he jumped into your arms. Thankfully, you caught him. “That’s not nice of you. What if the frogs had parents?” You teased. 

Din chuckled beside you, kissing your temple lightly, before opening the door. “Let’s head inside.” He said while bending to get his fallen helmet. The gesture, so simple, caught you off guard. A soft, green hand held the base of your cheek and Grogu joyfully yelled with ‘‘Iek!’

Stepping inside, you looked around, almost nostalgically. This is your home. Reminded by Grogu and Din’s presence, a smile painted your lips. They are your home. “I’ll kiss you once more when he’s asleep.” He muttered before taking Grogu from your grip. 

Maybe there is a place for artists in this galaxy.

TRANSLATION(S);

riduur; spouse, husband, wife ner runi; my soul (*ner; my) (*runi; soul)

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[reina-writes]

Two Suns and A Star [chapter 1, Din Djarin / f!reader)

Summary: Y/N, a young heiress of House Vosa from Tatooine, has been kidnapped and her family is desperate to bring her home. Her family hires Din Djarin, a skilled bounty hunter, to find and bring her home.

As Din sets out on his mission, he discovers that Y/N is not only a valuable hostage but he has to navigate the treacherous criminal underworld of Tatooine, where danger and betrayal lurk around every corner, to reunite Y/N with her family.

Characters: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: Kidnapping.

Chapter: 1 / 10?

A/N: Yeah, I don't know. This may be a bit of AU-ish. I'm sorry if the first chapter is a bit fast-moving, as it is basically just setting up the story. Please enjoy the first chapter of "Two Suns and A Star". Let me know what you think of it!

Chapter 2 will be up on May 28th - due to amount of school and work I haven't had time to finish chapter 2. I'm sorry for the delay, being full-time student at the university and having a full-time job has been lately stressing and taking my time way too much. Chapter 2 is almost written and I need to proof-read it after that and maybe do some editing. It's on it's way but I want it to be perfect.

Two Suns And A Star

Chapter 1:

Din Djarin stood before the head of House Vosa, a wealthy and powerful family from Tatooine. The elder man, wearing golden robes with blue embellishments, sat on an ornate chair with his two sons, the heirs of the family, standing stoically by his side. The room was guarded by a group of golden-masked guardians, ready to act at a moment's notice should the bounty hunter pose a threat. The air was thick with the scent of opulence and authority, the walls adorned with valuable artifacts and fine art.

Y/N, a young heiress of the family, had been kidnapped during the local festival. Her family was desperate as there weren't enough clues to point who could be behind the action so the family reached out for Din. He knew that his reward for completing this mission would be more than enough to cover the much-needed maintenance for his ship, Razor Crest. Last job had been hard and unfortunately his ship had taken the most of the damage. Din knew he was no expert at fixing the ship, that was in dire need of repairs. Currently, it was held together with little more than duct tape and extra welding.

"Find my precious little flower and bring her home," the elder man commanded with a weary voice. Din nodded, understanding the urgency of the situation. "Do you have any leads, any information about the kidnappers?" he asked, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of deception. The elder Vosa shook his head. "None. We have searched high and low, but there's nothing. We fear for Y/N's safety."

Trust no one. Words echoed in Din's head as he looked at the two heirs of the family, who seemed to be just as worried as their father. Turning his gaze back to the head of the house, Din nodded.

"I will do my best to find her and bring her back safely," he said, his voice firm. The elder Voss nodded. "We trust in your abilities, bounty hunter. Do not fail us."

With that, Din turned to leave. As he walked out of the room, he couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to this kidnapping than meets the eye.

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Alyena, Y/N's lady-in-waiting was sitting on a small couch, squeezing a handkerchief in her trembling hands. Her dark pink dress seemed to accentuate her red cheeks even more. Din sat down on a small wooden chair opposite the couch. “Tell me about the festival. Was it Y/N’s idea to go there?”

Dark-haired girl nodded a bit as she spoke in a hushed voice. “It is our tradition to go to the Festival of the Desert Bloom every year. You know Tatooine is a desert planet and there’s not many flowers here that could survive in this environment except some cacti and desert flowers. The festival celebrates the short but beautiful blooming period of the desert flowers. It’s… amazing. Y/N loves the atmosphere of the festival, the crowds, the colors, the music…”

Alyena’s voice hitched a bit when mentioning Y/N’s name and for a moment Din waited that the girl would start hysterical crying. Again. But she took couple of deep breaths before continuing. “She usually likes to spend her time on the library reading or walk on the small garden her father built for her mother. But sometimes we go to the city, for shopping and exploring. Her father makes sure there’s always at least two guards with us if we go outside. Like on the festival.”

“Tell me about the guards. How many were there?” Alyena’s expression turned uneasy, but she tried to hide it with a weak smile. “There were four guards, including the captain of the guard.” “Did they notice anything unusual? Did they see or hear anything that could help us find Y/N?” Din asked, looking at the young woman. Alyena shook her head. “I’m afraid not, they were with us the whole time. Captain Thomart escorted us, and three other guardians were within a reach, keeping watch.” Din narrowed his eyes slightly behind the helmet. “Are you sure about that?” Alyena hesitated for a moment before answering. “Yes, I’m sure. We were together the whole time.”

Din studied Alyena’s face carefully, trying to read her expression. He had already talked with the guards, but he wanted to hear Alyena’s version of what had happened. Din wasn’t convinced that she was telling the truth either, but he didn’t want to push too hard just yet. Instead, he changed the subject.

“Do you remember anyone that Y/N talked to at the festival? Maybe someone who seemed suspicious or out of place?” Alyena shook her head again. “No, I don’t remember anyone like that. Y/N was mostly interested in the flowers and the fabrics, she didn’t talk to many people.”

Din sighed, feeling a little bit frustrated. He had hoped that Alyena would be able to provide some useful information, but it seemed like she was either holding back or genuinely didn’t know anything. “Is there anything else you could remember? Anything can remember would be useful.”

The girl sat quiet a moment, before lifting her gaze. “Y/N’s dress was scarlet and gold. She picked the color from Sunsand Scarlet, her favorite flower. She stood out from the crowd. Everyone else was also wearing colorful clothes, but her colors were a different and so vivid… There was this one vendor who sold flowers. The old man said something like she looked good in red and gave Y/N a single sandy as gift.”

“A sandy?”

Alyena nodded, frowning a little. “Yes, Sands of Deception, the one with pink and white petals and thorns. We call them sandies. It’s pretty little flower but usually it’s not given as a gift because the name is a bit… Ominous. My grandmother used to say that getting sandies was a bad luck.”

It was an odd detail, but not so unusual. There could be a reasonable explanation for that, Din thought. Maybe the vendor was gifting the first flower he got on his hands. Or maybe he wanted to get rid of them and gave them everyone. With the name and reputation like that, even Din would think twice before buying sandies.

“Thank you for your time, Alyena. If you think of anything else that could help us find Y/N, please let me know.”

Alyena nodded, her eyes downcast. “I will, I promise.”

Din got up from the chair and made his way out of the room, deep in thought. He needed to find more leads, and fast. Y/N’s life could be in danger, and he wasn’t about to let anything happen to her on his watch.

---

It was cold and dark. The only light source in this tiny cell were the stars above, shining from the small window near the ceiling. Y/N snuggled up with old grey blanket to get more comfortable, but it wasn’t easy with the heavy cuffs on her sore wrists. Y/N tried to shift her position, but the hard concrete floor beneath her offered no respite. She had woken up suddenly, dreaming about something… something bad. In the dream, there had been shadow figurines and monsters. She had found herself standing next to a man wearing beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

Dream had been full of shadows, monsters, something bad, she had sensed it. In the dream Y/N stood beside the man with a beskar armor, trying to warn him. Trust no one.

She couldn't remember much else about the dream, but the feeling of fear and danger lingered on. Y/N shook her head, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream. It was just a dream, she reminded herself. But even as she tried to convince herself of this, she could still feel the safety and comfort she had felt next to the man in the beskar armor.

Who was the man? She didn’t know anyone wearing armor like that, only heard stories. Y/N closed her eyes, trying to recall the dream but it was pointless.  The memory of the bizarre dream was already fading. It was only a dream – a bad dream, nonetheless. Y/N shuddered, pulling the thin blanket closer to her chest. The dream may have been just her imagination, but the sense of foreboding it left behind was all too real.

Y/N sighed heavily, shivering in the chilly air. Or maybe she was shivering because of the concussion she got when captors tossed her in the cell. The throbbing pain in her head was getting worse again and Y/N didn’t dare to move any more as the dizziness took over once again.

She wished for something to occupy her mind, but all she could do was stare up at the stars above and wonder if anyone out there was thinking of her. Memories of her past flooded her mind, both happy and painful, and she struggled to push them away. Her friends and family, were they looking for her? Fear and worry twisted her stomach, but she refused to give in to tears. Her captors wouldn't get the satisfaction of seeing her break down. Y/N Vosa was raised better than that.

Y/N was determined to stay strong, to be brave even in the face of fear. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, trying to find a way to escape the present moment. The dream world seemed like the only way out, a place where she could be free from her captivity and pain, both physical and mental.

As she lay there in the dark, she could hear faint noises from outside the cell. Voices and footsteps, someone was nearby. Y/N tensed up, wondering if it was her captors or perhaps a potential rescuer. She tried to focus on the sounds, straining her ears to make out what was being said. It was difficult to hear anything with the thick metal door muffling the noise, but she could tell that there were at least two voices. One was gruff and menacing, the other was more measured and calmer. The voices grew closer and Y/N could make out more of what they were saying. Reward. Girl. Promise.

She strained to listen, hoping for any clue as to what was happening outside her cell, but it seemed the arguing stopped as quick as it had started. She heard the footsteps come closer and closer until they stopped right in front of her cell. Suddenly, there was a loud metallic clang and the door to her cell swung open, flooding the room with bright light. Y/N blinked rapidly, trying to adjust her eyes to the sudden brightness that made her head feel like exploding. And then she saw a man she didn’t recognize.

A tall, muscular man with a long scar running down his cheek stepped inside the cell, holding a plate. He was wearing all black, the only colorful detail was the red symbol in his left arm. The man approached her slowly, his steps cautious as he assessed her condition. Y/N held her breath, unsure of what to expect. She was back-to-back with wall, nowhere to escape.

Instead, man set the plate next to her, before taking a step back. Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the pain in her head and the hunger in her stomach made her squirm and man saw that. "Eat, it will help you feel better," the man said with a quiet voice. She couldn’t recognize the food on the plate but the bread on the side looked freshly baked. As her stomach crumbled, Y/N reach out with her cuffed hands and took the bread from the plate. The bread was still warm, golden crust crispy when she tore off a piece and chew it slowly. It tasted like a homemade. The man watched her, his eyes unreadable.

"Who are you?" Y/N asked, tearing more pieces into her mouth. The man hesitated for a moment before answering. "Just someone who made a promise." With that, he turned and left the cell, closing the door behind him and with that, she was left alone once again.

Y/N finished the last bite of bread and felt a sense of warmth and comfort spread through her body. The man's simple gesture had given her a flicker of hope that she could hold onto. She leaned back against the wall, feeling her eyes grow heavy with fatigue. As she closed her eyes, she felt a wave of drowsiness wash over her. The memories of her past and the uncertainty of her future faded away as she drifted into a peaceful slumber. She dreamed of the man in the beskar armor, of standing beside him as they fought off monsters and shadows. She felt safe and protected in his presence, and for a moment, everything else fell away.

-- Din had made his way back to the Razor Crest, his mind still preoccupied with Y/N’s kidnapping. It felt good to be back on familiar ground after his encounter with Alyena. Something about her had made him uneasy, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something important. He shook his head, pushing those thoughts aside for now. He had a job to do, and he needed to focus on that.

He walked over to his equipment cabinet, opening it and beginning to gather his gear. His hands moved with practiced ease, pulling out weapons and ammunition, checking and double-checking to make sure everything was in working order. He couldn't afford any mistakes on this mission - not when innocent one’s safety was on the line. Din took a deep breath and tried to push aside his concerns. He knew he needed to focus on his mission: find the vendor who had given flowers to Y/N and track down any leads that might help him locate her. He quickly gathered his gear, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead.

As he was about to close the cabinet, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind him. He turned to see Grogu reaching for one of his weapons. "Grogu, no," Din warned, scooping the little creature up in his arms. "That's not a toy."

Din carefully placed Grogu on the nearby bench, watching as the little one cooed contentedly. He turned back to the task at hand, struggling to locate a specific device in his equipment. As he fumbled with the stubborn cabinet, he heard a voice - a soft, unfamiliar voice. "I don't think you're doing it right."

Din spun around, his blaster already drawn and aimed, but there was no one else in sight except for Grogu. The little one cooed softly, seemingly unfazed by the situation. Confused, Din lowered his weapon slightly, searching the space around him for any signs of danger. That's when he noticed a figure forming in front of him - a flickering and translucent figure. Instinctively, Din stepped in front of the bench, shielding Grogu and aiming his blaster at the forming figure. He couldn't help but feel on edge - how was this possible? He didn't have a projector here. "Dank farrik," he muttered under his breath. As the figure became more solid, Din realized that it was a girl, a stranger with warm eyes and an easy smile. He couldn't help but be startled by her sudden appearance. Grogu cooed softly as he looked up at the flickering figure. He didn't seem scared, but rather curious. Din watched as the little one reached out a small hand towards the girl, as if trying to touch her. Din tensed, ready to protect him, if necessary, but the girl didn't seem to pose any threat. Still, he kept his blaster trained on her.

"Who are you?" Din demanded, keeping his blaster trained on her. "What are you doing here?" The girl's smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of confusion. "I don't understand," she said. "You're the one who brought me here."

"I didn't bring anyone here," Din said firmly his grip on his blaster still tight. "And I don't appreciate unexpected guests. Now, who are you and how did you get here?"

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[moiravim]

Found part 2

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn part 2

Summary: Din bonding with his children; Grogu and YN.

it had been just a few days since Din had taken you in. He was quiet at first but slowly started warming up to you.

One of the first things you noticed about him was how protective he was of you. He took you and Grogu's wellbeing very seriously.

You had gotten sick and are currently in 'bed rest'. It was miserable. You were sweating and your head was aching worst than you'd ever felt before.

You could tell Din was stressed by the way he was acting. He wouldn't let you get up and would do everything for you. He was already like this, but now that your sick it's ten times worst.

He babies you but you just want to get back to normal again. You've been bored out of your mind.

Grogu and you had become close friends. Although you were very different, you both shared a father figure. That was the main cause of your sibling-like relationship.

It was also nice being around someone who wasn't an adult. Someone you could play around and get into trouble with.

You room was very small and had a mattress placed in the corner along with a few toys scattered and a basket of clothes. A few hours ago Din had tucked you and Grogu in bed and the two of you were supposed to be sleeping.

But currently you and Grogu were playing catch. Grogu was using the force while you played how you used to see other kids play.

Din walked in to check on you and when he realized you were playing he said; "Hey, stop that. Grogu, you need to save your energy. And YN. your supposed to be sleeping. Go to bed." He says as he takes the ball from you.

You frown and lay back down. "How much longer?" You ask in a miserable voice. He looks down at you and responds; "just a few more days. It'll go by faster if you sleep."

You nod your head and close your eyes. Din grabs your blanket and tucks you in before picking up Grogu and leaving the room.

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Din Djarin X Reader: Guilty Pleasure

Warnings: not proof read, smut, penetration (p in v), fingering, hand job, cream pie, pet names, touch starved, cursing, kissing, no use of yn

Word count: 2K

He’s trying not to look. He really is but you're not making it easy. 

Maker, it isn’t your fault he finds you irresistible. 

Here you are innocently helping him fix his ship and all he can think about is how it would feel to fuck you from behind. It’s been going on for weeks now. Every time you bend down, your ass coming into his view, Mandos mind seems to venture to sinful thoughts. He didn’t know why it’d started, you'd been with him for months now and even though he’d realized he had a thing for you days ago he’d only recently started to see you in this new light. A light that made him feel like his pants were too tight and made his breath become uneven.

“Kriffing metal piece of-shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s a part that needs replacing.”

“You can’t fix it?”

“No, it's completely rusted. Not a surprise though. When was the last time you put some oil on this thing?”

In all honesty Mando had no idea the compartment you were currently tinkering with existed much less that he needed to oil it. You took his silence as an answer, shaking your head.

“Well, lucky for us there is a shop in town that deals in ship parts. They should have what we need.”

The two of you walked through the crowded town. Dins hand rested on his blaster, eyes looking around for any signs of trouble. You held the new part you purchased in your hand. The owner of the shop had asked for a fair price and to your surprise the piece was in rather good condition. You glanced to the side, eyes catching on a small shop. You didn’t notice the person walking towards you until their shoulder bumped into yours. You stumbled your hand releasing the part you held. It fell to the ground with a dull thud. You bent down to get it.

Mando had been too focused on a sketchy looking man to notice you’d stopped walking. His body collided into yours, his hands instinctively moved to hold onto your frame. Mandos' eyes widened beneath his helmet as he realized the position he now found himself in. His hands rested on your hips keeping you steady. You were bent forward, your ass pushed against his groin. By some force of nature Din had found himself in the exact position he’d been thinking about for the past few days. 

In the middle of a crowded street. 

In front of a bunch of strangers. 

Mando didn’t touch you often. He usually avoided coming in contact with your body when possible. So when you felt his grip on your hips you froze. Your head turned to the side, eyes moving up Mandos body until they reached his helmet. Mando started at your shocked expression. He should have let you go already but he couldn’t move. You turned your attention back to the part grabbing it in your hand. Once it was securely in your palm you slowly started to rise. Mandos' hands remained glued to you as you moved. You finally managed to get upright and you immediately regretted it.

You could feel his body pressed against yours. A small sigh left your lips at the feeling. Maker it had been so long since you’d been this close to someone.  Beneath his helmet Mando shut his eyes taking a deep breath in. You felt so soft against him. Your body was a warm contrast against the chilled metal that constantly surrounded him. His fingers flexed against your skin digging into the meat of your hips. You let out a sharp intake of breath. The noise made Mando open his eyes. He watched you rest your head against his shoulder blade, your eyes closed and lips slightly parted. You’d exposed your neck to him and the only thing he could think about was sinking his teeth into you. Mando called out your name causing you to furrow your brows before opening your eyes slowly. You tilted your head slightly so that you could stare at the T shape of his visor. You should have been embarrassed, maybe even a little ashamed, of how you were behaving but you weren't. You’d longed for Din’s touch for a long time and now that you had it, you weren’t going to waste your time worrying about it. You were going to savor this moment. No matter how little it lasted. 

“We have to get out of here.”

Mandos' modulated voice sounded strange. He sounded like he’d just ran a mile. It was then that you realized you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

Mando struggled to center himself as he dragged you towards the crowd. You stumbled after him, your hand grasping him tightly as you tried to keep up with his speed. You’d passed two motels on the way and it had taken everything inside Mando to not rent a room and get you naked as fast as possible. But he didn’t want to seem that desperate so he shook the thoughts out of his head.

You were getting close to the ship now, just a little bit longer and you’d get to feel him again.

Din smashed his hand against the hull's panel, a growl escaping his lips as he waited for the door to open all the way. Once it did, he dragged you inside the ship. You placed the part on top of a counter quickly turning to face Mando once more. You watched him slam his fist into the inside panel, making the door close again before he spun to look at you. You stare at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you wait for him to do something. Mandos' hands moved to his armor tugging at the metal desperately. 

“Help me cyar'ika.”

You rushed over to him, your own hand tugging at the beskar that covered him. For the first time you were looking at him without his armor and even with his flight suit still on you could see everything. Mando moved forward, stepping away from the pile of metal and making his way to you. His arms wrapped around your frame tugging you into his body. You gasped at the feeling of him. Unlike his armor he was incredibly warm and soft. You sighed into him, your head moving to rest against his neck. Mando groped you ass making you squeal. 

“Ah Din!”

He loved the way his name sounded coming out of your lips. You felt his hands move towards your front. You moaned as he stroked your clothed cunt with his fingers. Your hands moved to his head trying to grasp onto his hair only to remember he was still using his helmet. Din seemed to sense the disappointment in your body, his fingers stopping his teasing. His other hand made its way to your face, tugging your chin up so that you were looking at his visor. Your pupils were blown wide and your face was slightly flushed. Din smiled under his helmet. Maker if this is how you reacted to his fingers he wondered how you would look after he’d bent you over and fucked you stupid. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“What?”

“Saw you pouting about something. What is it?”

You bit into your lip. The truth is you wanted to see his face but you couldn’t ask him for that. You respected his allegiance to the Mandalore and his beliefs far too much to be that selfish but you really wanted to be able to feel him properly. You wanted to kiss and and hear his unfiltered grunts as he fucked you.

‘Mesha’la. Tell me what you want.”

“You can't give me what I want.”

“How can you know that if you didn’t even ask me for it?”

“I want to kiss you.”

Mandos' body stiffens at your words, his hand resting on your cheek as he tries to think about what you’d just said. You move against him taking a step back. 

“It’s okay i know you can’t it was stupid to-”

“Close your eyes.”

You stopped walking backwards, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say. Mando tilts his head to the side and despite not saying anything you know what he’s asking. You do as he asked, eyes closing. You hear the hiss of his helmet being released and you almost stop breathing. Mando makes his way over to you, his hand finding your cheek once more.

“Promise to keep them closed.”

His voice sounds majestic without the modulator.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Before you can even respond his lips are on yours. You groan into his mouth, your tongue darting out to ask him for entrance. He understands your request, his lips opening to let you in. Your tongues move together. The kiss isn't pretty, it's visceral. Your hands grab onto any part of Din you can and he does the same to you. You're so lost in the taste of him you barely register the fact that he's pulled your pants down to your ankles. It's only when you feel his fingers against your pussy that you realize your bareness. Din bites into your shoulder as he pistols his fingers into you. You melt into his hands latching onto his curls as you moan. His name leaves your lips like a prayer and he swears he’ll never forget the sound. 

“Din pleasee.”

“What is it mesha’la? What do you want?”

“I need you inside Din-ugh ah- wanna feel you.”

“Fuck cyar'ika.”

He spins you around so fast that you almost fall to the ground. You brace yourself against the cold wall, brows furring as you listen to Mando unzip his flight suit. 

“Give me your hand.”

You lift your hand to Dins face. He licks a strip down your palm before maneuvering your arm to twist downwards. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his dick against your hand. You begin stroking him and he moans.

“Yeah just like that fuck.”

He lets you stroke him a bit before pulling your hand away. You whine at the lack of contact.

“I thought you wanted me inside.”

“I do.”

“Can’t be inside you if i’m fucking your hand mesha’la.”

It sounds strange to hear such dirty words coming out of Din's mouth. You like it though. You wonder what noises he’ll make when he’s balls deep in you. The thought makes you nudge your ass against him. Mando gets the massage. His toys with you a bit, sliding his dick against your folds for a moment before plugging in. The sound that leaves your lips isn’t natural. Din groans into your neck as your walls flutter around him.

“Move please Din move.”

He started rocking into you slowly. Your hands move against the cold wall, trying to find something to grab onto but coming on empty. You throw your hand behind your head searching for Dins curls. Once you find them you latch your fingers onto his scalp tugging at him as he pistols into you. You can hear your knees bainging against the wall as Din fucks you, you’re sure to wake up with bruises tomorrow but you don’t care. You focus on the grunt Din lets out as his dick spears into you. He’s a lot more vocal than you’d imagined. 

“Din i’m close…”

“Me to just a little more-ugh fuck me-a little more.”

Dins hands trail against your hips moving to your front. His fingers search for your clit moving expertly against the bud. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum. Din feels you milking his cock the feeling of your walls sucking him in making his hips sputter. His pace fastens and pretty soon he's filling you with his seed. You slump against the wall body sagging as your energy drains out of you. Din rests his head against the metal hull, his breathing coming unsteady. The two of you stay like that for a moment each one trying to come back to reality. 

“I’m never oiling any part of this ship again.”

You laugh at Dins words, head turning to give him a kiss. 

“Maybe i’ll have to start dropping stuff in front of you more often.”

“Don’t tempt me mesha’la. I’ll fuck you on every surfess of this ship if you let me.”

“Oh yeah? That a threat or a promise?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

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[blue-sadie]

Why Don't I Come To

Din Djarin x Mechanic Reader

Summary: being a mechanic can be handy

Warning: none

3rd person pov

Din Djarin, the stoic Mandalorian warrior, had traversed the galaxy with a purpose-driven determination.

His ship, the Razor Crest, was his trusty partner, taking him from one dangerous bounty to another. But fate had a different plan in store for him on his latest mission.

Engaged in a treacherous dogfight with a notorious criminal, Din's ship suffered a critical hit.

Alarms blared as he fought to regain control, but it was no use. With the ship spiraling out of control, Din initiated an emergency landing on the desolate planet of Viron IV.

As the smoke cleared and dust settled, Din surveyed the wreckage.

The Razor Crest was without a doubt in need of immediate repairs. With no choice but to seek the help of a mechanic, he set out into the vast wilderness surrounding the crash site.

After hours of scouting, Din stumbled upon a small, hidden workshop nestled amidst towering cliffs. It was there that he met yn, a skilled and resourceful mechanic.

Her blackened overalls and confident aura exuded the expertise that Din desperately sought.

"Looks like I've found myself a mechanic," Din muttered, his concealed eyes locked onto yn's deft hands as she tinkered with a damaged engine.

Startled, yn glanced up at him, her eyes widening behind smudged goggles. "Oh, I didn't expect visitors. What brings you here, stranger?"

With a quiet sigh, Din removed his helmet, revealing his rugged face for the first time. Yn couldn't help but be captivated by his intense gaze and strong presence.

"My ship took a beating. I need someone skilled to put her back together," Din explained, his voice revealing a warmth that his Mandalorian armor concealed.

A spark of curiosity flashed in yn's eyes as she studied the battle-worn warrior before her. "Well, you're in luck. I've never met a ship I couldn't bring back to life. Step aside, and let me work my magic."

Over the next few days, yn tirelessly labored to restore the Razor Crest to its former glory. Din watched in awe as she effortlessly maneuvered through the intricate machinery, each repair building a foundation of trust between them.

As Din frequented yn's workshop, returning whenever his ship needed attention, a unique bond began to form. Their conversations grew longer, filled with shared stories and genuine camaraderie.

Din found himself entranced by yn's intelligence, determination, and quick wit. He couldn't help but feel a growing fondness for her.

One day, as yn playfully tightened a loose bolt, she couldn't resist a mischievous quip. "You know, Din, instead of coming back here every time your ship needs repairs, we could just elope. I bet we'd make a great team."

Din's eyes widened in surprise, his voice laced with a mixture of surprise and humor. "Are you suggesting we become intergalactic fugitives together?"

With a laugh, yn retorted, "Who says we'll be fugitives? We'll be partners, kicking interstellar butt and exploring the galaxy without any restrictions."

A flicker of excitement danced in Din's eyes as he considered the prospect. "You know what? I'm okay with that."

And so, amidst the tools and machinery, Din Djarin and yn embarked on a journey neither could have foreseen.

Their connection deepened with each encounter, as they shared adventures, faced perilous challenges, and discovered the vast wonders of the galaxy together.

In the end, it wasn't just a partnership born of necessity, but a bond forged by fate itself. Din and yn, co-pilots and companions, prepared to face whatever the stars had in store for them, side by side.

Tag.List

@greekgods15 @sweetirilly @neteyamyawne

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[rosethornxs]

Voyeur

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Here it is on AO3

Rated: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Din fulfils one of your fantasies. 

Warnings: SMUT, PWP (plot? what plot? idk her…), masturbation (m), voyeurism, dirty talk, praise, mentions of PIV, finger sucking, cum eating, brief oral (m & f receiving), overstimulation (m), fingering (f receiving), fluff (as always), ummmmm, I think that’s everything but lemme know if I missed anything. 

A/N: Don’t look at me; this started as a simple drabble idea and very quickly got out of control. I had absolutely zero intention of writing over 2 thousand words about watching Din masturbate but here we are. I also wrote this almost entirely on my phone because I was on vacation last week. Please enjoy my filth. 

He’d agreed, reluctantly, when you’d asked if you could watch him. He preferred your tight, hot cunt, or your plush mouth, even your soft hand over his own rough fist — but he wanted to make you happy, he wanted to do this for you. 

“Can I watch you?” you’d asked, wrapped in his arms one night after he’d coaxed out your pleasure over and over with gentle touch and sweltering adoration. 

“Watch me what, sweet girl?”

You’d been a little shy about it, chewing your lip, and avoiding the dark T of his visor. He’d found it endearing, until you told him what you wanted and all the blood in his brain rushed straight back to his cock, making him near dizzy at the prospect. 

The words still echo in his mind now as you gaze at him, wide eyed, plush lips parted in awe at the sight of him. 

“Can I watch you…um…touch yourself?”

He’d been silent for several moments and you‘d nearly begun to apologise for even asking before he finally spoke up again. 

“You…you want that?” his thoughts had raced, shooting through the scenarios lightning quick. In all of them he wanted you to touch him — he wanted you to help him get off. “Are you sure?” 

You’d nodded, heat blooming in your cheeks as your eyes tentatively met the void of his helmet, “Yes.” 

He’d thought for another moment, searching your face — restrained eagerness brightening your expression. Any hesitation he’d had vanished there. He’d do this for you — he’d do anything for you.

And that was the start of it. 

Several nights later, you’re perched in the copilot’s chair, wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a thin tank top. Din lounges back in the pilot’s chair facing you, naked as the day he was born except for the silvery Beskar helmet atop his head. His skin is illuminated by late night stars and the Crest’s colourful twinkling indicator lights. He’s so beautiful, and so real, relaxed muscles soft and showing their years of use. Your lips curl into a smile as you appraise his nude form, spread out before you.

You want to touch him like you normally do, feel the warmth of his skin with your fingertips, trace each scar with your lips — but that’s not what you’re here for now and there will be plenty of time for that later. 

He feels awkward on display like this — it feels unnatural for him to be so bare, so vulnerable. But the look of wide eyed excitement on your face makes him shove those feelings back down. 

He’s never done this with an audience and he’s not exactly sure where to begin.

“So…” he starts, and you can sense his uncertainty. 

“Just do what you usually do…” you encourage, offering him a reassuring smile, “pretend I’m not even here.”

He chuckles, “That’s the opposite of what I usually do, sweet girl.”

Your stomach flips at his confession, your mind wandering to all the potential times he’d tugged on his cock with you on his mind. How many times had he done it? How many times had he come all over his fist with images of you dancing through his thoughts? You squeeze your thighs together at the mere suggestion of it, heat pooling in your core and soaking your panties. 

Din shifts slightly, reclining in his chair and spreading his legs wider for you. Your eyes rake from his throat, down to the line of dark hair that trails from his belly button into a neat patch at the base of his hardening cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of it and your tongue darts out, slowly wetting your bottom lip. 

“Could you help me out, mesh’la?” he asks, extending his arm to you. 

It takes you a moment to realize what he wants but when you do, you shiver. You swirl your tongue around your mouth, collecting your saliva, then you lean forward and spit into his palm. 

“Good girl,” he hums and you bite back a whimper at his husky praise. 

He wraps his hand around his thick shaft, giving himself a few experimental strokes and smearing your spit over his velvety flesh. He stifles a low groan, gritting his teeth through the feeling of his rough hand gripping his cock. Maker, he wishes it was you so bad. 

“Don’t hold back, Din,” you coo, “I wanna hear everything.” 

You watch him, a tingling warmth flooding your nervous system, as he slowly strokes himself to full attention. You’d always thought his cock was beautiful — long and thick, curving upwards — deliciously filling, and he uses it well, fucking you to tears and then kissing them away in the dark. He fucks his hand now, the swollen rosy head of his cock disappearing into his fist with each tug. His thumb passes over the leaking tip, collecting the precum, using it to further slick his palm. 

A low moan crackles through the modulator of his helmet, sending another swell of arousal straight to your aching centre. He hasn’t even touched you and you’re already drunk on it — warm, and flushed, and fidgety in the copilot’s chair as you watch him. This is what you wanted, right? To watch him make himself come? Now you’re not so sure — your body sings with need, begging for him to touch you. 

The obscene, wet squelch of his fist moving over his cock makes your cheeks burn. Your gaze rakes over his body again — his muscles are pulled taut now, flexing as he brings himself closer to release. His bicep swells as he moves his fist up and down his length. Your name tumbles brokenly off his tongue and you whimper at the sound. 

“What are you thinking about, Din?”

“You mesh’la,” he moans, “always you.” 

He keeps talking as he fucks his fist, voice needy, exposing how desperate he is for you. 

“Thinking about your perfect pussy…and how you always take me so fucking well…and, kriff, those pretty sounds you always make.” 

His voice grows more ragged as he nears that white hot precipice of pleasure. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his legs tremble and his belly heaves. His grunts get louder, moans longer and breathier. Stars, he’s a sight.

“M’ so wet,” you whine, “you haven’t even touched me and I’ve already ruined my panties.” 

A groan rips from his throat at that, “fuck, show— show me.”

You lean back and spread your legs for him, exposing the dark, soaked middle of your panties. He lets out a hoarse, broken cry, jerking himself harshly to the pretty picture in front of him. You wonder what he looks like under the helmet — how does the pleasure contort his mysterious features? Are his eyebrows drawn together? Does he bite his lip ‘til it nearly bleeds? Do his eyes roll back when he comes so hard it makes him see stars? 

“After…after, m’gonna get on my knees…and m’gonna — maker, cyare — gonna fuck you with my tongue until my cock is ready for you again…and then m’gonna give you my cock until you forget your name.” 

He’s rambling, words nearing incoherent as he works himself up to release. Your own thoughts are beginning to turn fuzzy with need, every inch of your skin burning with arousal. You resist the urge dip your fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, down to rub your aching clit. You want to save that for him now — after he’s indulged you like  this, it’s what he deserves. 

The movement of his fist grows erratic — sloppy — and his legs begin to twitch. Your own breath catches in your throat as anticipation sinks a claw into your heart. 

“Come for me, Din,” you urge, “come for me and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me. You can have me any way you please.” 

That’s enough for him and he comes with a raw, strangled moan, spilling down his shaft and onto his knuckles. His body tenses as he pumps himself through it, teasing that fine line between pleasure and overstimulation. Then he goes lax, chest heaving as his thoughts return through the haze. 

You barely even give him a moment to recover before you’re on your knees between his legs. He quirks his helmet to the side in curiosity as you take his hand and then lets out a groan when you bring his cum covered fingers to your lips. 

You suck two of his fingers into your plush, warm mouth, dragging your tongue across his skin to taste his salty release. His cock twitches at the sinful sight of you and the way your half-lidded eyes feel like they’re burning a hole through his helmet. 

“Fuck, sweet girl,” he grits, cupping your cheek with his other hand. He strokes his thumb over your soft skin affectionately, “maker knows what I did to deserve you.”

His visor remains fixed on your face as you clean his fingers with your tongue, licking his pearly white cum off his knuckles. You hum softly and then release them, turning your attention to his spent cock. 

He hisses, flinching as you lick a stripe up his shaft. You wrap your lips around his rosy head, groaning at the taste of him, not wanting anything to go to waste. His entire body tenses from overstimulation and his fist flies into your hair, gripping tightly at the roots but not pulling. 

“Kriff, are you trying to kill me?” he groans. You can hear the smile pulling at his lips under the helmet. 

You release him with a wet pop and press a kiss to his inner thigh, grinning mischievously, “I would never.” 

He strokes across your cheekbone again, helmet tilting to the side in what can only be described as an affectionate gesture. 

“C’mere,” he murmurs, beckoning you into his lap with a curl of his fingers. 

You crawl into the pilot’s chair with him, situating yourself on his firm thighs. His hands skirt under your tank top and smooth up your back, taking in the warmth and softness of your skin. Your fingertips dance up his bare chest and you press your lips lightly to a scar on his collarbone. 

You trace the edge of his helmet, eyes meeting that dark visor that gives away nothing, while his body language gives away everything. It’s a silent question you ask now, begging for his lips, begging for the last thing he can offer you. He nods, a quick tilt of his head and you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel him shift, arms rising to remove his helmet. Then you hear him place it on the console and his lips collide with yours. 

Sometimes, kissing him is like a gentle breeze on a sunny day, comforting, with a hint of something sweet. Other times, like now, kissing him is like a hurricane — all teeth and desperation, something that consumes. He groans at the taste of himself that still lingers on your tongue as he licks into your mouth. 

Your hands immediately find the soft curls at  the nape of his neck, twirling them around your fingers as you pull yourself against him. Everything about him makes you dizzy — the way his skin feels, his scent, his touch, and the way he kisses you with a kind of ferocity. You feel like you’re orbiting a star. 

You feel his hand move down between your thighs and gasp when you feel his fingers prod at your drenched panties. “So wet,” he hums. 

He hooks a finger around the fabric and pulls it to the side before sinking two thick digits easily into your aching cunt. 

“Din—” you whine, burying your face into his neck as he curls his fingers to stroke the spot that makes your legs shake. 

He loves when you use his name. The sound of it falling from your lips in such reverence gives him a high better than the finest spice credits can buy. 

“I can feel how close you are already, cyare,” he murmurs, using his thumb to slowly circle your clit, “all this just from watching me fuck my fist?” 

You whimper and nod against his neck. He hums appreciatively as he continues to finger you, drawing you ever closer to ruin. 

“It’s your turn, sweet girl, come for me now.” 

You do, clinging to him as pleasure overflows from your core and floods your nervous system. Your lower half locks up, legs spasming as he works you over the waves. He coos soft praises into your ear and you still in his arms, panting at the strain of your orgasm.  

He runs his hand up and down your back in a comforting motion, ensuring you feel safe here. You lift your head from his shoulder, eyes still closed, and press your lips to his once more. There’s that sweet, gentle breeze — the hazy post-orgasm kisses that warm you from the inside out. 

“Keep your eyes closed for me,” he murmurs, shifting out of the pilot’s chair with you still wrapped around him.  He reaches for his cape from the neat pile of his belongings in the corner and drapes it over the floor of the cockpit. Then he lays you down gently on top of it. You throw your arm over your eyes, sighing contently as he kisses down your sternum and belly. He taps the side of your thigh and you lift your bum so he can pull off your panties. Your legs fall open and he takes a moment to admire the mess he already made there, your inner thighs glistening with slick and your pretty pussy swollen and begging for more attention. 

He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, moving down and nipping at your soft flesh, before delving between your thighs like he’d promised. 

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[mlmxreader]

I Will Wait | Din Djarin x gn!reader

request: Can I request the mandalorian with the prompt "I'll be here, I'll wait for you"

Thanks - anonymous

summary: no matter what, you'll wait for Din.

pronouns used: they/them

warnings: swearing

"Don't worry, kid," Din said softly as he looked down at the Child. "They'll be home, they usually are this time of night."

At least, he had hoped so. He had hoped that you were home, he hoped that you would be home and would dancing to those slow, slow songs that, when he saw it, made him smile behind the helmet as he watched; he had hoped that you had waited up for him and his return. The Child was so tired, falling asleep in the sling that Din had on his chest. It was so late. Maybe you were asleep, he thought, maybe you were asleep and you had not heard him knock.

But then the door opened, and he heard those slow, slow songs playing so, so faintly, and he relaxed a little; when you called out for him to come inside, he did so without any hesitation, and when he found you leaning against the counter trying to fix an old necklace, he found his shoulder slumped.

"Oh my god," you didn't even look at him as you gently brought the Child out from the sling and held him in your arms as if he were your own. "Who's this little guy?"

Din swallowed thickly, thinking he could tell you the whole story tomorrow, there wasn't time right now, it was so late and he just needed to see you. "He, uh, he's travelling with me for a while."

You grabbed a blanket from the back of the sofa, wrapped the Child in it gently, and held him in your arms with a smile. "He's your kid, isn't he?"

Din nodded. "Yeah."

You hummed, but when you realised how tired the poor kid was, you frowned, and you gently laid him on the sofa, protected by pillows and an extra blanket. "I can look after him, if you're-"

"It's okay," Din reassured. "I just... you got my message."

"Yeah, I got it," you whispered, letting Din sit beside his child as you busied yourself with getting drinks, making sure to put a straw in his. "You can stay as long as you like, baby, you know that."

He was thankful, more so than what he could bring himself to admit. "Even with the kid?"

"Especially with the kid," you replied. "You know how much I care about you, though, Din... you know you've always got a place in my bed."

"Thank you," he murmured.

"The kid will be safe here anyway," you told him. "Nobody would get him here. Can't say I'm entirely prepared to be a parent, but... I can sure as fuck try."

Din liked that thought, a little family, his own little family; just you, perhaps as his spouse if there was ever time for that, him and the Child. Maybe he could give up bounty hunting, get himself a less dangerous job.

"I'm surprised you waited up for me," he admitted quietly.

"Don't be an idiot," you told him with a shake of your head, kissing the forehead of his helmet despite the metal being cold. "I told you when you left, I'll be here, I'll wait for you no matter what... when your message came through, admittedly, I wasn't expecting it, but I waited. I'd wait a thousand years for you."

"I wouldn't ask you for that," Din replied, "not that long."

You sat beside him, pressing a kiss to the temple of his helmet this time. "I'd wait, though, I'd wait all that time for you."

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[soft-persephone]

Scattered Promises Ch. 2 Din Djarin x F!OC

 WC: 2.2K

Masterlist // CH.1  // CH.3

R: T // warnings very per chapter. no minors.

Summery: They arrive at Madalor and Amiyra learns something new about Din. 

Amiyra woke up alone, ignoring the disappointment that stirred inside of her.

Stretching, she felt her way around the Mandalorian’s makeshift bunker until she had to result to pushing several buttons to get the door open. 

She was never going to get used to the buttons.

Stepping into the cockpit she sees that they are  still in hyperspace, the stars were moving at a hypnotizing state.

The allure of space and travel died inside of her long before she could remember. She grew up wishing for a chance to do something with her life outside of the castle walls, going to space on an adventure. Perhaps to help keep the peace between her homeworld and the Empire or bring something back they need. But now, she’s gotten more space travel than she ever need or wanted. 

Now she was on her way to a new world.

Maybe it'll be her new home. Maybe it was another stop until she ended up going somewhere else, or maybe she would settle for her children.  

 Her life was no longer about her or her own needs, and she found comfort in that. As long as Samuel and Jasmin grew up somewhere without the need to worry for their survival and into their own people, she would be okay. 

 Silver Mando. . .Din, seemed good. If the rest of them were like him or Penny she wouldn’t have to worry much about the people they would become. Mandalorians were good. . . .They would be good. 

 Stepping down the latter, Amiyra momentarily paused to hear the conversation taking place.

“So Mandalorians are all about fighting?”

A low modulated chuckle filled up the room, “Not all, but it is a large part of our culture. More important than fighting, it's about taking care of our own. You could use the word family in basic but it's deeper than that, it's our clan. And the clan is connected by our creed, if you follow that and hold it in your heart, it will never forsake you.”

 “Good morning..” she muttered softly. 

 “Momma!” Jaz hurriedly threw her arms around her and looked up at her with big wistful eyes, “Din says Madalor has tons of other children with lots of fun stuff to do, and he says it's really safe so you don’t have to worry about me if I went out the house to find someone to play with.”

 “That sounds great, baby!” she smiled for Jasmine’s sake.

She wasn’t not excited. Just wary. . . and perhaps tired. 

 Jaz takes turns between asking Din questions and making plans for the future, asking her if it was okay and every time, she tells her yes or we’ll see when we get there. 

 Amongst the budding excitement, most of the flight was uneventful.

Sammy happily brought handfuls of random nails and odd bits of metal from various places on the ship and dump them  in Din’s lap.

”Help.” he smiled wildly with all the pride a toddler could muster.

 “Thank you, Adika.” Din patted his head. “You are very helpful.”

Every time he would thank him just like that.

Never angry or frustrated.

 It made her feel warm. With what she could not place. 

 Sammy took his hand and tugged on his gloves.

 Amiyra reached to stop him, but Din waved her off and took off his gloves, giving them to him. 

 With a smile he took them and sat in Din’s  lap, putting his hands in and out of them. After a few thoughtful seconds, he began flapping them around with a thorny grin. 

“You could have woken me up. I would have gladly helped you entertain them as we travel.”

 “No need,” he shifted up to get more comfortable against the wall., “the medicine makes you drowsy the first time you use it, and. . .you needed the sleep.”

 His visor locked onto her gaze and while she couldn’t see him or know exactly where his face lay exactly in the helmet, she knew he was looking at her. 

 She couldn’t take it.

She was used to being overlooked. She was used to fighting and clawing her way through every battle. Fighting everyday for her survival, and praying she makes it home in time to put dinner on the table and tuck her babies in for the night, doing it all again the next day. 

“I. . .can we. . .will. . .” she paused and opened her mouth to say something, but he grabbed her hand and placed it in his lap where he was holding Sammy.

 His hands were callused with use but not scratchy or hard. They were surprisingly warm and soft. His thumb brushed over her fingertips and nails before grazing over her knuckles.

 He repeated the action over and over. 

 It wasn’t purposeful, yet it was full of intention.

His thumb brushed over the lines of her fingers and wrote subliminal messages on her palms. She found the warmth of his hand to be comforting and grounding.

It's to repay him back for everything.

It's the least she could do after he took her family onto his ship to go to his homewolrd.

That's the reason she settled on, but in reality, Amiyra was equally content with watching him caress and study the features of her hand. 

He turned over her palm and started his routine with her fingers again.

His thumb started to trace every line on the underside of her hand. From her fingers to her palms.

Upon reaching the scar at her wrist, his hand stilled for a moment. He stared intentionally before continuing again.

He rubbed at the scar just as gently, but instead of a comforting warmth, she began to feel hot and uneasy at his ministrations, and she quickly pulled her hand away without thinking. 

His helmet snapped to her face.

 “I'm sorry, I–” 

 The lights flashed red and several alarms and noises paraded throughout the ship. 

Silver Mando rushed up the ladder, and Amiyra followed him. He pushed a series of buttons and levers faster than her eyes can follow.

 “Is everything okay? We're not plummeting to our death are we? Is that even possible in space?” 

“We breached the atmosphere while you were sleeping. Looks like the capacitors have burnt out somehow. Ship might not have been able to take being in hyperspace that long.”

 “DIN YOUR CAPACITORS ARE FIRED! HOW ARE YOU STILL IN THE AIR? YOU NEED TO LAND NOW!”

 “I think I already knew that.” He but back. “If you can't tell, I’m already working on landing.”

 Din turned off comms. With a quickness and efficiency Amiyra could not comprehend, switching several buttons and pulled sever levers in the process. 

“Strap everyone down and then do the same for you.” He ordered.  “This isn’t going to be an easy landing, but I can make sure we can get to ground inh one piece.” His seat swung to the other side, and he mashed more buttons before strapping himself in as well, pulling the ship controls tightly, “We will have to move fast and efficiently to get out before the gas hits the wires and the ship explodes– .”

 Din kept explaining things, but Amiyra had stopped listening after the world exploded. 

You trust him. You trust him. You trust him. You trust him. You trust him.

  Piece of junk for a ship aside, there were some nice moments that happened as they walked. 

 Sammy and Jasmin had only been on two massive desert planets their whole life so far.

It was nice to watch them as they traversed through the forest.

 Din was practically breathing down her neck. The only thing stopping him is the helmet and armor.

She tried not to think about it, but there was something reassuring about the solid weight of his chest brushing against her back as they walked. 

 How neither of them tripped over each yet will forever remain a mystery. 

 “Mama, mama!” Sammy quickly toddled off in a random direction and on autopilot she jogged after him. 

 There was a pond. Quaint fish leaping frogs jumping onto unexpecting lilies, birds chirping all around, and cranes dipping their bills leisurely in and out of the water for food. 

 It had been so long since she had seen anything so green and wet. 

 “Plaaaay?” Sammy asked, looking up at them with his big brown eyes.

 Din was about to say no, that they should keep going before it gets dark. 

 “Please, Din.” She begged. Only a few minutes.” 

 He gave her his name the other night, but she didn't plan on using it. After all of this is over, he might not even be around that much. But none of that mattered in this instance. 

 “Alright bud, you get 10 minuets. If you don’t make a fuss when it is time to go, I will take you on an adventure back here  one day if your mother says it's okay.”

 In less than five minutes everyone’s pants legs were rolled up, and they were playing with the fish and frogs in the pond.

At first she wasn’t so sure.

”What if the water isn’t clean and we all get sick? What if some wild snake comes and bite someone?”

”Then we’d all get sick or someone might die.” He deadpanned.

”DIN!” 

“I’m only kidding. There’s nothing dangerous about this pond.” He chuckled. “I’ve been here thousands of time as a child, and so have many others.”

”Don’t joke like that,” she hissed at him.

Din sighed before putting Sammy all the way down in the water. He giggled profusely before trying to grab a fish with his hands once more.

reaching, Amiyra he wrapped his arms around her, “I’m sorry I upset you. I don’t mean to sound like I take you and your family’s safety lightly.” 

Amiyra nodded solemnly before turning around to splash him with water.

“Cheater!” He roared before splashing her back.

Jasmine didn’t want to play at all. More excited to get to their destination, but once Din joined in on the fun, it didn’t look so uncool. 

 Din did not want the day to end. He hadn’t been this content and carefree since he found Grogu.

 Jasmine had long since fallen asleep when they took their second break in the entire trip,  and he had scooped her up into his arms without a thought.

 Sammy had fallen asleep right after they played in the pond.

Just thinking about that moment makes his heart ache.

 He took a glance at Amiyra holding Sammy alongside him.

She walked slower with him in her arms, and he actively slowed his pace without saying anything not even noticing.

 Din took a sideways glance at Amiyra and noticed her eyes drifting shut from time to time as they walked.

He needed to get them somewhere warm and safe.  

He cursed at himself. 

He should have taken the time to  choose a better ship before making his impromptu escape with Paz.  

Oh, that's right. If he remembers correctly, it was Paz’s fault he ended up choosing an unfinished repaired ship.

He planned to leave on the night of the 6th day of the week, but Paz announced he decided to leave early with or without him, and he couldn’t even prompt anyone about his trip or plan to sneak away with the proper supplies like he planned.

Upon the arrival of the city, Din watched Amiyra’s stunned expression. She eyed the large  stone walls scattered with mini statues of mythosaurs. The more she took in the city with silent stupor, he couldn’t help the swell of pride that filled his chest. 

 “I don't know what I expected, but I can't say it was anything like this.”  

It was a city. A real city with several levels, clean cobbled streets, and bustling with activity on every corner. Up and far away the highest city level, and towards the center, she spotted what could only be the castle of their ruler and residence of the royal family and dignitaries, whoever they may be.  

“Fair. . . most people believe we still live in tents in the wilderness, hunting mythosaurs with spears and living off the land.” 

She smiled.  

“You're so funny.” she smiled at him. Carefree and wild.  “How about–” 

“Your highness!” A sharp shrill voice announced a few yards away from them. “Where. Were. you.” she hissed.  

“You can not leave at your own will whenever you please. You have a kingdom to run, people who depend on you, and  an example to set! You–”

 “You rule here?” Amiyra asked. “You're a king?” 

The pride and joy Din felt escaped him. This was not something he expected would grant him such a timid and frightful gaze.

He vowed to himself to talk to her as soon as possible about it. 

 “I am sure the king would like to believe his people would be proud to know they have a ruler who will go to whatever lengths necessary to make sure its people are safe and happy.” Din’s voice was flat and uninterested, and he hated to see Amiyra noticed.

 “Who is this?” the red haired lady scrunched her nose and turned her face up at Amiyra.

 “I would do well with watching your tone when addressing the citizens you often claim to serve and protect.”

 ‘Is that what you’ve been doing? Recruiting citizens? We don't need you to stand on soap boxes on other planets moaning about our cause. Those who are worthy will be here and those who are not won’t. ”

 “She can come with me, and one of the Sisters of Silence can watch her children.” The armorer interrupted.

She had a knack for appearing, seemingly out of nowhere. 

 Din wanted time to talk to Amiyra himself about the realities of her new home and what it means, but the Armorer would do a far better job than he ever could.

 Hopefully she wont fall short of Penny’s high praise. 

 Amiyra hesitated before grabbing his arm and looking directly at him,

He savored  the direct eye contact she rarely offers.He clasped her hand in reassurance. Before holding her hand and us during her to go. 

“No one keeps the armorer waiting when called upon.” He said softly. 

 She opened her mouth to say something but quickly receded. He can tell from how her eyes flickered back and forth and the tentative steps she took away from him.

 This is the way. He whispered to her.

 Holding his gaze for several moments. She nodded and then followed the armorer to her station. 

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[jksprincess10]

Fix it part II

Summary: Din Djarin promised to break more things to bring them to you. After many moons, he comes back - with another woman, and Grogu. You're furious with him, but your patience is eventually rewarded. (3700 words)

CW: two idiots in love, Din is a dumbass, Bo Ka-Tan is kind of mean, fast paced romance, angst, fluff, reader has a nickname related to her work (fix), jealousy, canon divergent, unprotected p in v, oral (f & m), come eating, tummy bulge I guess, fingering, pet names in mando'a, praise kink, squirting, marriage.

Catch up on part 1 here.

Divider by @saradika-graphics

“I will keep breaking things and bringing them to you.”

That’s what he said. Many moons ago. You kept hoping, counting the days since he last came. You knew he was gone to get his redemption. Maybe he had run into some trouble… Or maybe he had found another woman, more worthy of being his wife, elsewhere.

So, you occupied your days. You fixed an old ship that a past costumer left as payment, hoping to make it fly some day. Hoping to go through the galaxy to find Din Djarin. Maybe hope was futile. And maybe you were a hopeless romantic. But you thought he truly liked you.

You were stuck in your daydreaming when the bell announced someone coming into your workshop. You had expanded it since the last time, business was booming, and you could now park a full ship in it. You came out from under the ship you were fixing up, your exposed skin dirtied by grease and various substances. You wiped your soiled hands on your apron, leaving a trace of grease on it, before looking up to see who had come by. There was a woman with short red hair and a square jaw. She wore Mandalorian armor.

The woman gave you a disgusted look and you were going to greet her rudely when you heard the familiar heavy steps of your Mandalorian. Your chest tightened. Was this his new woman?

“Fix, I hope we’re not bothering you.” He said as he looked around. “I see you extended your workshop. It’s nice.”

There was a third person, little steps behind him, and you looked down to see Grogu. You gave him a smile and approached Mando, totally ignoring the woman with him.

“Always have time for my favorite client.” You looked up at him, clearly remembering the pretty brown eyes and the beautiful face under the helmet.

The red-headed woman sighed loudly. “If you’re done flirting, I need you to fix my jetpack. Can you do it?”

“Of course, she can.” Cut Din. “You can, right?” He added quietly.

“I’m rebuilding this whole ship, so I don’t think a jetpack is a tall order for me.” You took the object from the woman’s hands, a bit roughly. “Do you have anything to pay, ma’am?” You asked through gritted teeth.

She handed you a small bag of credits, that you grabbed.

“This will do. Now, I don’t really like having strangers around when I work.”

“Lady Kryze, why don’t you watch the ship for me?” Din asked, and you’re thankful that he did.

“Of course. Please don’t take too long.” With that, she was gone, and you finally felt like you could breathe again.

You dropped the jetpack on your worktable while Grogu stood curiously next to you. You took the little creature in your arms and put him on a stool next to you, so he could watch.

“You seem tense.” Noticed Din in an awkward tone.

“I guess I just didn’t expect you to come by after many moons with another woman.” You said as you opened the jetpack. You noticed that a few parts were burnt. You turned around to look at Din.

“It’s not what you think.” The Mandalorian rushed to say, gloved hands up in the air as defense.

“Yeah, so what is it then, Din?” You asked, your fists against your hips to restrain yourself from punching him.

“Just a friend, whom I’m helping. And who helped me redeem myself.”

“Ah, so it is done, then. I’m glad I had news from you.” You responded sarcastically.

Grogu let out a worried coo, like he was witnessing his parents fighting.

“Listen, it’s not that I didn’t want to…”

You turned around abruptly to examine the parts you would need, purposefully ignoring Din. Nothing you had on hand. “I can’t fix it right now, I’m afraid I will need some replacement parts.” You changed the subject.

“Tell me what you need, and I’ll get it for you.”

“Yeah, and you’ll come back after how many cycles, Din? How long will I have to wait for you?” You hated that your voice cracked when you were upset. You heard him come closer, and you felt his gloved hands on your shoulders. The leather felt heavy against the soft fabric of your work clothes.

The Mandalorian hated seeing you heartbroken because of him. He didn’t know what to say and wasn’t good at all with feelings. He just knew he should have stayed with you.

You felt your body fall in his embrace, his arms tightening around your shoulders to keep you close. You felt the heaviness of his helmet resting against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mesh’la. Please, come with us. I promise I won’t leave you anymore.” The modulated voice was shaky.

You turned around in his embrace and pressed your palms against the lines of his helmet where his cheeks would be. You could almost see his eyes. Well, you imagined them.

“I’ll come with you and fix your friend’s jetpack and then what…?”

“Then, we will do whatever you want.”

“I thought you wanted to reclaim Mandalore…” The rough pad of his gloved fingers wiped the tears away from your eyes. You almost forgot Grogu’s presence, until he made a sound that you could only attribute to sadness.

“I can’t do it if that means staying away from you and breaking your heart.”

You were going to respond when you heard the bell from the door. You stepped away from Mando and you observed the woman in Mandalorian armor, visibly impatient.

“So, can you fix it?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“I’m afraid I’m missing some pieces. I have a contact on Tatooine who deals with a lot of recycled Mandalorian armor parts. He comes by once every cycle maybe… but it would be faster for me to get to him. He will be able to help us.”

“Fine, get your things and let’s go.”

You didn’t like being bossed around, but you stayed silent. They waited for you outside with the child as you gathered the essentials for a short trip, and you changed out of your dirty work clothes. You put your pack on your shoulders and went outside to follow Din and the woman.

The silence in the ship was heavy and awkward. So much so that you disappeared in the back of the ship to play with the baby. The woman – Bo Ka-tan – made you feel uneasy and unwelcomed. You wished you were only with Din in this moment.

“Are you hungry, mesh’la?”

You lifted your chin to admire your Mandalorian standing over you, his towering and intimidating stature turning you on more than anything. Maker, if you two were alone in that exact moment…

“Not really. I think I’ll just rest, but I can feed Grogu if you need me to.”

“I’ll take care of him.”

“Where… do I sleep?”

“Take my cot.  We have two. I won’t go to sleep in a while.”

You nodded and you gave Grogu back to Din, who soothed him delicately in his arms. Din leaned down and bumped his head slightly against yours, which you could only interpret as a kiss.

The cot was a tight space and once the door of the minuscule room was shut, it was plunged in deep darkness, which made it easy for you to fall asleep. You woke up only when you heard the door slide open and felt the weight of a body next to yours.

“I didn’t mean to wake you up, sorry.” Apologized Din when he heard you moving around.

“S’okay.” You slurred, half asleep.

It was so dark; you couldn’t even see his silhouette. You could just feel it. Your hands felt around the minuscule bed until you found the strong shape of his body. Instead of being met with cold beskar, your fingers felt the warmth of his skin. You traced his bicep until you found his neck, then his cheek. It was still scruffy, like you remembered, his unkept beard still on his chin and lower cheeks. You heard him chuckle slightly as he threw an arm around you to bring you close.

“You’re trying to rediscover my body, mesh’la?”

“Yes. I missed it. I missed you.”

“I promise we’ll get married, and you’ll be able to see my face every day.”

“You make a lot of promises.” You whispered back, before bringing his face closer to yours. Your noses bumped together, and you finally found his lips. You abandoned yourself fully to the mercy of his mouth, letting him guide you in softness and lustfulness. “Please don’t tell me you’ll marry me only because you like having sex with me.” You said playfully against his lips.

“I genuinely love you, mesh’la. Don’t want to stay away from you anymore.”  And you believed him.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum (I love you).”

“You’re learning mando’a? We’ll work on your pronunciation.”

“Well, I had to occupy myself in one way.” You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you.

“You’re so special, Fix.”

You rolled over so your body was on him, your thighs straddling his waist. You already felt his arousal through the thin layers of fabric you both wore. You rolled your hips slightly against him. You heard him sigh, and you could imagine him lips parted, head relaxed against the hard pillow.

“What do you want, Din?”

“Whatever you think I deserve after leaving you for so long.”

“Be careful what you wish for.” You whispered as you lowered your upper body so you could kiss his jaw with rough hair growing there, his strong jaw, his thick neck. You sucked lightly on the skin there, imagining red staining the gold of his skin.  His hands held your lower back, and you heard him sigh again. You missed how vocal Din was when you were alone, but it would be for another time. Your lips traced his chest, following an invisible line until you met with his groin. You used both of your hands to take off his underwear. Your fingers wrapped around his girth, lowering his foreskin so you could kitten-lick his leaking tip. You heard him whimper softly, and you took this as an encouragement as you closed your lips around the head, hollowing your cheeks to put more pressure and suction. When you got tired of teasing, you lowered your head, taking more of his cock in your mouth, until your own hand stopped you. Your hand wrapped at the bottom of his girth slid up and down as you sucked the rest in your mouth.

“Kriff… you’re so good at this.”

You sucked a few times, before taking him out of your mouth, licking his length before you said. “I know.”

 His hands closed around your jaw so he could pull you up and kiss you. You undressed yourself, barely breaking the kiss. Din switched your positions, his large body a shadow in your vision. Din’s lips latched onto every parcel of skin he could find, until they wrapped around one of your nipples, making it hard as he popped it out of his mouth. He gave your other one a similar treatment as you writhed under him, keeping your mouth closed to keep any sound from coming out.

“You’ll have to be very quiet.”

“I know.”

You felt his fingers spreading your lower lips, as he used the tip of his tongue to find your clit. You bit your lip as you squirmed under him. You were so wet, it was ridiculous. But after all those nights of touching yourself and thinking about him, he was finally yours again. As he sucked on your small bud of pleasure, one of his thick digits entered your slicked walls.

“You’re so wet, I could just put all of my fingers in.”

You let out a noise between a moan and a struggled squeal.

“You’d like that?” He whispered, hot air hitting your wet core.

“Stars, Din, get to it. I want you inside. Please.”

Din chuckled darkly as he entered a second finger. He started moving them at a fast pace he knew would make you see stars. You were trying to be quiet, but the tiny room was filled with your obscene wet sounds already. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on to him as you felt your orgasm hit you.

“Please. Please fuck me, Din.” You asked desperately.

His fingers left you empty, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he entered your walls slowly, stretching you deliciously.

“You’re so tight, mesh’la.”

Your feet pushed against him so he could enter you deeper and deeper. Once entered to the hilt, he started snapping his hips back and forth, setting a slow, but powerful pace. You hid your head in his neck, letting your moans echo against his warm skin.

“Faster, please.”

His upper body left you, and you felt him grab your thighs to secure you as he fucked you harder, using you like you were his personal sex toy. Your upper body was limp, moving in waves with his harsh thrusts. When a moan escaped your lips, he stopped moving.

“Told you to be quiet.”

“I’m sorry Din, please don’t stop…”

You felt him leaving you empty and craving. You wanted to cry. But before any tears rolled down your cheeks, he laid beside you and turned you to the side, one of his strong arms over your body and his palm resting over your mouth. He shushed you, his free hand resting on your hip as he slipped back inside. The angle made him feel somehow even deeper, and you knew he could feel how tightly you were choking his cock. You bit on his palm to muffle a cry, but he did not protest. You could hurt him as much as you wanted in return.

“There. My good girl.” He whispered.

He fucked you deep and slow, the hand on your hip coming down to your mound, two of his thick digits circling your clit as the rest of his giant palm put pressure on your lower stomach. You could almost feel him there, he was so big.

“Give me another one, mesh’la.”

White stars replaced the darkness in your vision as you exploded around him, spasming and trashing as an intense orgasm took over you. It felt like you wanted to pee, and come at the same time. But it felt so good.

“K-Kriff…” Din cursed under his breath. “You’re making a mess.” Drunk on you, he followed closely, erupting between your walls. “Stars, come here.” Before you could protest, the man pulled away and brought your hips close to his face, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs and forcing you to sit on his mouth.

Flustered, you stuttered: “D-Din…”

He licked the mixture of your juices off your sweet pussy, making obscene slurping sounds. His hold on you was so strong, but you tried to pull away. “T-Too much…”

“Sorry.” He let you lay down against his chest, and you pressed your lips against his. He let you taste the potion you both made on his tongue.

Once arrived on the planet with a desertic landscape, you met with your contact, Jafan Typho. A man with a white beard, and kind, wise eyes, who lived in a garage-like house filled to the brim with junk.

You gave him a written list of what you needed as he eyed wearily the two imposing people with you (and the green little thing).

"Who are these... friends?" The man asked.

“I’m her future husband, this is my son, Grogu, and this is Lady Kryze of Mandalore.”

You almost choked on air at Din’s words, and you stared at him. You imagined his amused, teasing grin.

“I see.” Jafan responded. “Stay here while I get what you need.”

Bo Ka-Tan sighed, annoyed. She clearly was excited for this trip to end.

“What is our plan after this?” She asked as an attempt to make a conversation with you and Din.

“We go back to my planet so I can fix your jetpack. I’m thinking it won’t take me more than a day… Then… you’re free to do whatever you want.” You shrugged.

“Then, I will go back to Mandalore with our friends on Nevarro. You’re free to follow, or not.”

Din looked at you expectantly, but you looked away. All that you knew was always on Nevarro. Leaving… would mean leaving a part of your family legacy behind.

“I’ll think about it.” You said with a smile. You felt Din’s gloved hand grab yours, and you enlaced your fingers.

Jafan came back with a few pieces in hands. “There. Will you still be there when I go back to Nevarro, Fix?”

“I… don’t know.” You admitted. You exchanged the parts for a generous pile of credits. “But feel free to come by.”

“Okay.” The old man shook your hand, and you all thanked him silently as you went back to the ship, Grogu waddling behind you.

“You really are doing this backwards.” You let out as you’re crowded in the small space of the ship’s washer with Din.

“What... Do you mean?” He asked, distracted by your hands on his naked, tattooed chest. He put his hands on yours and looked at you with those adorable puppy brown eyes. You could see glimpses of him in the dark, and even though he called himself your future husband, he insisted on keeping the lights closed.

“You haven’t even asked me to marry you officially, and you’re already calling yourself my future husband.”

“Okay, then.” Din rolled his eyes playfully and pulled you closer. “Be my riduur. Please.”

“Finally. Yes.” You squealed and kissed him, long and slow.  “For someone so traditional… one would think that you would do things in order.”

“Maybe I lost my brain somewhere while I traveled.”

“I know where you put your brain.” You kissed his jaw, his throat, as you went down slowly on his body, your hands following the sharp lines of his muscles.

“Yeah?”

Once on your knees, you kissed the tip of his cock with a sly smile.

You wiped the sweat off your brow as you finished fixing the jetpack. You tested a few buttons and satisfied, you brought it to Bo Ka-Tan, who sat silently in your workshop, while Din was away, making arrangements for your union.

“You know I do not care for Din Djarin in that way, right?” She asked after clearing her throat.

“I would not blame you. He’s an attractive man.” You put the jetpack in her hands. She looked at it attentively, it seemed like new.

“I do not think of men that way.”

“…Oh. I apologize for making assumptions.”

“You’re fine. Thank you for the quick repair.”

“You’re welcome.”

You thought you hallucinated when you saw a smile on Bo Ka-Tan’s lips, but you were perfectly sane.

There was a small crowd of Mandalorians in various types of armors amassed in the covert. You were wearing a light dress, and not the conventional attire. Din was in full armor, beskar shining under the low lights. Bo smiled encouragingly at you, as you exchanged vows in Mando’a, repeating after the armorer. Your pronunciation was not perfect, which made you chuckle nervously. But Din held your hand and encouraged you. As he repeated the vows back to you, the deep rumble of his modulated voice gave you shivers.

You laid your head against his helmet in an intimate gesture, even though you couldn’t wait to tear off the helmet from his head.

After a celebration, you brought Din back to the apartment on top of your workshop, thankful of the other mandalorians taking care of Grogu for the night. The sun was almost setting, but you could see his golden skin in the sunlight. It felt even more special now that you were his.

“This couldn’t end any quicker.” You said, breathless, between languorous kisses. You almost tore off each other’s clothes, and you stopped for a few seconds to admire Din’s face in the sunlight after you took off his helmet. “There. My handsome man. I missed your face so much.” You cradled his scruffy jaw between your hands, and you kissed his pouty lips again and again, until he groaned in annoyance and pushed you on your bed.

“You will see this face so much; you’ll grow tired of it.” Your riduur settled between your hips, legs over his broad shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the sensitive skin of your thighs.

“I doubt it.” Your fingers settled in his curls, and you pushed him closer to where you truly wanted him. His nose brushed over your mound, then he spread your lips to gain an easier access, before drowning into you. He lapped and sucked messily at every piece of skin he could access, his head moving to the side as he ate you out with his whole body. “K-Kriff, Din…”

He whispered your name against your wetness, like a quiet prayer, before latching his lips onto your clit, alternating with sucking, and leaving quick licks. “Taste so good, mesh’la…” He said when he came back for air, after diving in again, like a man starved.

Your back arched, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he kept going. His soft, brown eyes were on your face as he watched you coming undone, again and again, until overstimulation. You pulled on his hair and asked him to stop in a tired voice. His lips moved slowly up your body, stopping sometimes to latch onto a parcel of skin or a nipple. 

“Can I make love to you, my riduur?” He asked reverently, and you never wanted him to call you something else again.

“Yes.”

Din slicked his cock with your juices, before diving his tip slowly into your hole.  You held his gaze, wanting to engrave somewhere in your memory this particular moment.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum (I love you).” He said as he bottomed, his hips flush with yours.

You barely had time to respond, before he started thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, like you both now had the whole time in the universe.

“Where do we go after this?” Din asked as he stilled to look at the remainings of the sunset reflecting on your skin.

“I will follow wherever you go, Din Djarin. So we’re never apart again.”

His fingers laced with yours as he felt happiness so overwhelming he could not bear it. A soft kiss. Another promise. And you would fly wherever he was needed.

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[thefact0rygirl]

ROUGH BOY, SWEET WORDS | Din Djarin x Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N)

Word Count: 3.0k

Warnings: praise kink, affirmation play (is that a thing?), tied up/restrained hands, mention of face sitting, grinding, teasing, penetrative sex (p in v), cowgirl, creampie, alluding to a breeding kink, cockwarming, soft!din

Summary: Din just wants to be held and whispered words of affirmation. He just doesn’t know it. 

{masterlist} {cross-posted on ao3}

Din Djarin has no qualms praising you and showering you with affection, but struggles when you return that same affection. 

And "struggles” is putting it lightly. 

He is a Mandalorian, a warrior. Being treated like porcelain is the exact opposite of what has been ingrained into him. 

Din is also your partner, your riduur. It has taken him so long to become comfortable with the idea that someone as morally grey as him could be likened to a rare stone in another person’s eyes. Over time, he has let down his walls to bathe in your warmth and affection, but there are still moments when he shies away from it. 

Like now. 

Since reuniting Grogu with the Jedi, Din has grown wary of your compassion and sincerity. It feels alienating to him, like it’s wrong for him to accept love when your little clan is torn apart. With your ad’ika gone and your lives in shambles, Din slowly returns to the one stability he knows all too well: roughness. 

Rough bounties, rough words, rough hands.

Reuniting with his old persona as the big, bad bounty hunter, he finds shallow solace in insults and the camouflage his beskar provides. It’s what he knows best. 

Even sex is rough with Din manhandling you in place as he fucks his frustrations out onto you. Not that you don’t enjoy it, oh no. Not at all. Rough Din hits different, but you're worried about him. He is in a state of perpetual tension, shying away whenever you go for something gentler. It’s hard to miss the way he stiffens whenever you try to adore him with genuine flattery. 

It’s then in a rented room on Nevarro that you decide to try something different to make him feel your love. You know he is expecting something kinky when you use your old blindfold to tie his hands to the bedpost. You don’t confirm or deny his assumptions either, opting instead to straddle his head between your thighs, riding his face until he is drenched in your release.

Sliding down his body, you hover over his hips until your pussy is inches away from his throbbing cock. You coo his name like it’s a melody until he looks at you. The room is dim, save for a small lamp in the corner, but to Din, you look like the sun itself, sweat shimmering off your body like the finest silk.

With a coy smile, you ignite his world when you lower your hips until his cock is nestled against your heat. He gasps when he feels your pussy pulsing against his shaft, desire ripping through his veins as his nerves crackle in pleasure. 

Din’s hands twitch against the restraining cloth that keeps him mounted to the bedpost. He could easily break through the flimsy material, you both know that. All it takes is a flick of his wrists for the fabric to tear before he does the same to you. 

But he doesn’t. 

He stays put, watching as you gyrate against him.

The restraints were figurative, anyway, something you wanted to try and he was more than happy to oblige if it meant seeing you in such a salacious position. So luxurious, so spoiled with your head thrown back as you use his body for your pleasure. 

Tugging on your nipples, you pant out, “Stars, I love your cock.”

You start small with your praise, a simple comment he’s heard countless of times before. Something to add that extra spark to your rocking hips, but not enough to scare him. 

You don’t expect him to respond, and your guess is correct. Din groans in response, letting the comment roll off of him without a second thought. Your mouth is open in an ‘o’ and all he can imagine is shoving his cock down your throat. 

“Yeah? My pretty baby wants her pussy stuffed?”

A low gasp escapes you when Din’s thighs twitch under you, the sudden movement causing the head of his cock to catch against your clit.

Biting your lip, you nod, “I love your body. You’re so big, so strong.”

Now that gets a reaction out of him. His brain stutters for a moment as every part of him pauses. His body stiffens under you, but doesn’t reply.

Din tries to reason with himself as each drag of your hips propels him farther in arousal. You don’t know what you’re saying. He doesn’t even know if you really did say…that. Your pussy is throbbing so hard against him he wonders if this is actually a wet dream. Probably best to just avoid it all together.

Yeah, just don’t say anything. 

But then you lower yourself until your hard nipples are pressing into his scarred chest. Nuzzling your face over his heart, words continue to spill from your mouth, “I love your scars. I know you hate them, but I adore them. They mean you fought and survived.”

Without his helmet, Din is an open book. You see it when he averts his eyes to the ceiling, his tan skin flushing to a rosy brown. You could practically hear his mind puttering, the gears working overtime, to rationalize your words as if they were some riddle. 

Because why else would his riduur see anything but adoration and love for him? Right?

Before he can fall further into his unease, your finger tips rub light circles around his nipples as you pucker your lips to assemble a line of kisses. Starting at his sternum you kiss up his neck, over his Adam’s apple, and stopping to lick up your cum that soaks his chin. 

Din wilts from your touch. Your skin is so soft, your kisses so delicate, he whimpers as he feel your hands move to cradle his head. He just wants to feel you, run his rough hands against your silk skin, revel in your softness and forget about the nonsense spewing from your mouth. The bedpost squeaks as he tugs against the cloth.

Feeling your thumb resting at the corner of his mouth, he turns until he places a kiss against the finger pad, as if trying to push away his uneasiness. 

Feeling your breath on the shell of his ear, you confess quietly, “You’re so much stronger than you think and you amaze me, Din.” 

Embarrassment and confusion blend together until they form a strangled protest in his chest, working its way up his throat. He should be the one praising you, not you praising him.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks, pushing his face into your hand in an attempt to hide the blooming red tint on his cheeks. 

“Doing what?” Your hips continue to rock in a steady pace.

“The compliments.” He voice grits out like it’s dragging across sandpaper. 

“Do you want me to stop?” 

He lets out a breath, “I…” He stops, not answering the question.

Din shies away from the praise instinctively, having trouble reconciling his self-esteem with the way the remarks make his cock twitch. He feels warm and tingly, draped under a pleasant haze of affection, but a voice in the back of his head is telling him he doesn’t deserve it.

But he wants to. He wants to so fucking bad. After everything that has happened, he wants to feel okay. He wants to hear words of affirmation from one of the only beings in this forsaken galaxy that matters. 

You.

He wants to hear your voice, even if he isn’t ready to admit it. So, he shuts his eyes, his hips involuntarily twitching as you continue to grind against him. You lean down to press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum.”

Weaving your hands in his hair, you tug on the curly brown mess at the nape of his neck. You bury your nose against his neck, inhaling his comforting blend of musk, soap, and metal. 

“I love your smell.”

Your tongue drags along the protruding vein on his neck, following it down to the dip between his neck and shoulder. 

“And the way you taste.”

Din calls out your name in an attempt to fight off the warmth of your words, but his throat betrays him, constricting to keep his protests down. 

“And, stars, the sounds you make,” You moan, sucking tiny bruises into his flesh. “Those little whines when you come. I think about those when you’re gone.”

You lift your head so your lips ghost over his. You’re so close and your words are making his stomach churn as blood rushes to his weeping member. 

There’s something in the way you keep grinding against him paired with your sweet words that reminds him of his better self. The one that traveled all across the galaxy, risked his life, all to reunite a little, green boy with his people. He wants to drink your words like a strong wine and enjoy feeling of intoxication.

He lifts his head up to attempt to kiss you, but you sit you up before he can. With your hands letting go of his hair, Din trashes his head to the side at the miss. You don’t miss the way his tenses in anticipation.

“Cyare,” He insists, rosy cheeks turning bright red. 

“My strong and beautiful riduur.”

“Okay, stop.” Din pants, arms pushing forward to break free. 

You don’t miss the sound of breaking threads and you shove his chest with enough force to push him back into the mattress. 

“No,” You growl, eyes narrowing at him.

Eyes widening in disbelief, he chokes out, “Fucking tease.”

“I just can’t enough of you.” You move your arms behind you, hands holding onto his thick thighs as you arch your back and rut faster against him. 

“But you know what’s my favorite?” 

You don’t wait for an answer, you weren’t expecting one. You just keep rocking against him, coating him in your wetness until he’s soaked, your juices dripping down to his balls.

“When you cum inside me. I love it when you drip from me. Stars — feeling your seed filling me, I feel so close to you.”

“Stop,” Hr grunts your name. “Just, f-fuck—S-stop. Before I cum.”

Din hisses for the split second that cool air hits his cock before it’s enveloped again in warmth. Smirking down at him, you hold him tightly in your hand as you lower yourself down, wincing at the familiar stretch as he fills you.

Finally feeling your pulsing cunt consume him, Din lets out a surprise grunt, his hips jumping up, and you have to give him a second to get under control.

“Fuck, cyare,” He whispers, struggling not to melt back into the bed as you grip him like a silk glove, your inner muscles flexing around his intruding length.

Not wasting a second, you start swaying immediately. You’re both too desperate to go slow anymore, you’ve been at this for ages now. Din leans his head back, tilting his chin to take in the breathtaking sight of you, blissed out and lost in the growing pleasure between your legs. Your body rolls with your movements as you bounce on his cock, your breasts jiggling from the force of your hips. Din can’t help but moan at the thought that his tattered body could bring you so much bliss. 

Din is close to his own release, his orgasm carrying him along the edge of climax. And then you start up again with saccharine words. 

“Feel how wet I am, Din?”  

“That’s all you, riduur. Only you can do that.”

Cracking your eyes open, you look down to see Din’s skin colored red in embarrassment. He can only nod, eyes screwing shut as he tries to gain control of himself. He is so close after being teased for so long. He jerks his hips upward, impatient. 

You want to whisper more praise at him. You don’t want to stop until he feels your love, but for now you stop. Din is still hiding, breathing heavily as his hips move in involuntary motions, hard cock throbbing desperately inside of you. 

Leaning down to nip at his ear, you listen to his breath shake, as you bounce on his lap. His cock is easily sliding in and out of you from how wet you are. You’re soaked. 

“Din,” You call, kissing the side of his mouth. “D—Din. Look at me.”

He groans, but follows your request. His pupils are blown out from need and a haze of conflict clouds his brown irises. For all the teasing and mixed emotions your words bring him, he craves them. 

He craves you. 

Your loving eyes, your soft whispers, the purple patches you paint on his neck — they’re the things that show him he is in your thoughts. He watches your eyes as you look at him like he has the stars in his hands. You are just as consumed in him as he is of you. If he captivates you, then he will happily be your captive.

In that moment, all he wants is to touch you. Add a physical stability to your words. He wants to roll between the vowels, let the words sear into his skin like another one of his scars.

“What is it, Din?”

He shudders, pushing his chest up against yours, desperate for the skin to skin contact. “I—I want…Keep talking, but just let me — L-Let me touch you.”

Nodding, you move to the bedpost, but Din is faster. He pushes forward, tearing your old blindfold to shreds while pushing his upper half up until he is sitting up. His hands hold your back to steady you from the sudden movement and to keep you still impaled on his cock. 

With you cradled in his arms, his lips crash down to yours. It’s messy, but steeped in a passion that ignites the purest and most vulnerable versions of yourselves. It’s between your moving tongues that there is a promise of realness that Din embraces, allowing your affirmations to crack his defenses. 

Pulling away, he sees love in your eyes, and when you speak, he welcomes the burning on his cheeks, rolling around in honeyed words. 

“I love you. You’re so strong, so beautiful.”

You sit up straighter, bouncing in Din’s lap. You dig your heels into the bedspread to gain momentum, but you had been at this for an hour, riding his thigh, tying him up, and your movements get jerky and unsteady as the sensation grows more pleasurable. 

“I love you, too,” Din gasps, dropping his head until he is hunched into you. You’re wrapped around him, his protective cocoon, as his breath tattoos Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum into your skin. 

“D—Din! Oh, stars,” You babble into his hair. “So close…”

He growls at the announcement, pulling away from you as he propels himself forward to push you into the bed. You’re now under him, your legs instinctively locked around his waist. 

You’re right where he wants you. You’ve had your fun, now it’s his turn. Holding himself up, he slams back inside your tight pussy.

You cry out, your body seizing and shaking and you struggle to keep your eyes open so you can watch Din’s reaction.

His lips are bruised and red, hanging open on sounds of pleasures and ragged inhales. His eyelashes fan out over his flushed cheeks and his hair is slick and mussed on the top of his head.

“F—Fuck, how did I deserve this?” Din cracks, watching you trapped under him. He’s driving his hips against yours, your body thrusting up from the force of his snapping hips. He may be the one on top, but you are in control. With your little whines and adoring eyes, you’re squeezing his heart and setting his lungs is on fire. 

Chanting his name like a prayer, he buries his face in your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he loses control. There is no rhythm and rhyme to it, he just fucks you deeper and harder. It’s too easy for him to lose himself to you, in you. 

“Fuck,” he moans, eyes screwing shut as he feels his length enter you, going deeper with each thrust. 

“You’re lovely. Love you so much,” You tell him and Din sobs, clutching at you tighter to him.

“Riduur, my riduur.”

Your heart skips. Not from his words, but the way his voice shakes with the first vowel before entirely shattering my the end. It’s the little whines that escape him as he fucks you harder into the mattress, his need for you spilling into something so powerful he can’t help but moan. 

As Din’s movements become more frantic, you lodge a hand between your bodies and find your clit, rubbing sloppy circles until you moan. The growing arousal ignites your core, ripping through your body as your walls clench around him. Your muscles shake as the wetness between your legs pools, splashing against Din’s groin as you ride out your peak. 

“G-good girl, milk my cock,” Din whispers, chasing his own release. 

His own orgasm takes him by surprise. He can feeling it building, but he doesn’t expect it when his balls draw up and his cock throbs, hot liquid spilling inside of you.

It’s intense — more intense than it has any right to be.

Moaning, he paints your walls white. He continues thrusting through his orgasm, a meager attempt to push his seed deeper inside of you. Maybe even deep enough to reach your womb…

You move against each other, involuntary, shallow shivers as your orgasms drag out, pulling pleasure from ever nerve inside of you. 

“You’re beautiful.” You say, swallowing precarious gulps of air. 

You drop your legs from his waist, releasing at least part of him from your hold. But he doesn’t move, staying lodged between you as he softens. 

Din lets out a dry chuckle, “You’re going to have to wait for round two.”

“I mean it, Din,” You say so much conviction, he is unsure of what to say.

He leans towards you, pressing his lips against yours in soft kiss. You smile gently at the connection and lay back, pulling Din to follow you as he remains inside of you. He lays his head against your chest, letting your erratic heartbeat lull him in a peaceful state.

He whispers, “I know.”

mando’a translations

Riduur - spouse, partner, husband, wife

Ad’ika - little one, son or daughter at any age

Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum - I love you (literally, “I know you forever.”)

Cyare - beloved

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[reina-writes]

PLEASE NOTE: REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY CLOSED, I will take more requests at the end of August.

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[moiravim]

Found

Dad!Din Djarin x Teen!GN!yn

Summary: you sneak into the Mandalorian's ship in hopes to find something valuable. When he catches you, you realize you've found something much better than you were hoping for.

You were sneaking into a strange space ship. It was the largest one you've ever seen. You had seen someone walk out of it and decided to go check if there was anything that would be useful for you. Money, food, or pretty much anything that you could sell.

That was, until you heard the doors shut. It worried you for a minute but then you decided you'd make an exit when the owner of the ship came back.

The ship lifted off the ground. You fill your pockets with random supplies before running back to the closed door. You try opening it and search for a button to open it.

It doesn't work. You can't find any way out. You wait out the time until the ship reaches it's next destination

When the ship settles back down you sigh in relief. Then, a mandalorian walked into the main room of the ship. He towers over you and your jaw drops.

Your hands start to shake and anxiously play with each other as you look up at the scary man.

Tears fill your eyes and you hear him sigh. "Show me your pockets." You empty out everything you had stolen as you start to sob.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please" you cry out. He takes his things and puts them in their place as you try to explain everything to him.

"I didn't mean to- I mean- I'm sorry. Please, I don't have a lot of money, I just thought- I thought..." Your words are drowned out by your sobs.

He guides you over to a chair and you sit down in it. "Where are your parents?" He says.

The silence answers his questions. You shiver and he hands you a small blanket that you wrap around your arms.

He walks back to the room where he has just been and comes back with a small green creature.

"This is Grogu. I expect the two of you to stay here. I will be back." He says as he opens the door and walks out.

I look outside to see a town that looks nothing like your home. You wipe the last few tears in your eyes before looking around for something to do.

When he comes back he says nothing. He picks up Grogu and motions you to follow him. He sets Grogu down in his chair and sits down in his own.

You stand akwardly and the man points to an empty spot. You sit down and he nods.

"I'm Din." He says, breaking the silence. "...YN" you respond. He had already known he was gonna let you stay but this was the moment you had realized.

You slept on the way to wherever he had to go next. Although he tried his best to hide it, he had a soft spot for you. He was also extremely overprotective of you and wouldn't let anything bad happen to you.

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[your-averagewriter]

The two Mandalorians

Summary: On a mission things get a little violent and a familiar armoured guy turns up just in time. Mando, of course. They fight together to collect the bounty and like I said things get a little violent.

Includes: Violence, blood, gore (briefly) and spoilers for The Book of Boba Fett.

Word count: 1.1K

I scrunch my face up as the smell of dead animals floods my senses. Staring at the door in front of me I sigh before pushing it open. The floor below me is covered in water, presumably from cleaning, I lift up my foot and lower it back down creating a squelching sound. I roll my eyes under my mask before continuing towards a doorway covered in strips of plastic. I look at the dirty strips of plastic before pushing them out of the way. 

I step through the doorway and look around at the creatures hacking away at animal carcasses. They speak in a different language and ignore me as I walk past them, slowly. A couple of them look towards me as I head towards the next door. Another one with plastic strips. I push past the strips and instantly I’m the centre of attention. Five or six pairs of eyes on me. I walk towards the guy I assume is the boss.

“You look lost.” He states.

“I’m here for Kaba Baiz.” I say. He looks towards his workers before looking back at me.

“What makes you think he’s here?” I pull out my tracker and it flashes beeping. “What do you want of him?” You’d think it'd be obvious.

“He owes someone important money.” I say. This is the guy, the picture matches up with him even though he’s trying to hide it. 

“Who?” He replies gruffly.

“That’s not my business. I’m here to bring him in.” He looks at the guy next to him.

“Well, if I see him, I’ll let him know.”

“I can see him right now.” I say slowly and pull out the hologram and it reveals himself. He laughs nervously looking around.

“That’s not me. That doesn’t even look like me.” He says dismissively. 

“I’m gonna give the rest of you the opportunity to walk out that door.” I indicate to the other workers. “I have no quarrel with you.” 

“They’re not going anywhere.” He says surely. “Looks to me like you’re surrounded.” I raise my eyebrows under my helmet. “But you look like the practical type. Let’s discuss our options.” 

“I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold.” I say slowly reaching for my blaster. 

Suddenly one of the workers charges at me, grabbing my arm. He bites me and I groan before head butting him, he stumbles backwards as the others join in.

“Attack.” I hear one of them say.

One of them tries to cut my leg with a sword but it only scratches my armour. Another jumps on my back and I try to throw him off but end up reaching for my knife stabbing him in the side. He lets go and his hands fly to the wound. One of the workers blasts me in the head multiple times and I turn around pulling out my blaster ready to shoot but a blade cuts through his stomach from behind. He stops shooting and falls to the ground revealing a familiar armoured man.  

Din Djarin.

I shoot another one as he cuts off a worker's hand (the one holding the blaster). One of them shoots Mando in the head and I blast him twice in the chest, he falls over quickly after. He slices another guy in half as well as an animal carcass whilst a worker throws a punch at me. I crouch down stabbing my knife into his chest dragging it down to his legs. None of them left. I stay down breathing slightly accelerated. 

I groan as the worker’s organs and blood fall out of his body onto me, he falls over as I try to wipe off some of the body. I stand up as the boss starts shooting at Mando. He stabs him with his blade and pushes him onto the table, cutting the both in half. 

One of the workers timidly stands up from out of the corner, I point my knife at him and he turns around and runs out of the door. I walk over to the dead creature laying on the table and cut off his head, Mando passes me a bag and I wrap it up. 

“Wanna split the bounty?” I ask him, tying the bag. 

“Yeah.”

We walk out of the room, the head in the bag. Mando is limping, he accidentally cut himself with his blade. 

There’s a crowd of workers looking at us.

“Your boss is dead.” I tell them. “We’re here to collect on his bounty.”

“I have no trouble with any of you.” Mando continues and they stare at the bag in my hand. “There’s a pile of New Republic credits in there that we have no right to. If you do me the honour of letting us pass, you all can help yourselves to whatever you think you deserve from your former employer.”

They look at each other hesitantly before one of the workers carefully walks around us into the room. Others follow after him, running into the room. They cheer as they find the money. 

Mando walks in front still limping and I follow behind him. We make it outside and I look for his ship but I can’t see it. 

“Do you need a ride?” I ask him still looking for a ship.

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Well, we’re going to the same place after all.” He grunts a reply but I can’t tell whether he’s agreeing or just in pain. 

We walk towards my ship, it’s not far away. I offer my arm out to him to lean on (as a crutch) as he’s limping. He looks at my arm, stops then places his hand on my shoulder and we keep walking. I press a few buttons on my holographic watch and the door to my ship opens. Mando lets go of my shoulder and limps onto the ship. 

Knowing his way around the ship he makes his way to the small hospital room. Being a bounty hunter you get injured a lot so I added the room a while ago. I follow after him and he perches on the side of the counter opening the box of stim canisters. He pulls one out of the box and injects it into his leg, groaning. 

I walk back out of the medical room and climb up the ladder into the cockpit, I flick and press the relevant dials and buttons as the engines start up. Mando emerges from the ladder as the ship takes off. Once into space I leave the ship on autopilot settings and empty my pockets. I grab the New Republic credits and drop them on the dashboard counting them up.

“You stole the dead guy’s credits?”

“Uh huh.” He sits in the chair next to me.

“You stole credits from a dead man.”

“I’ve done worse.” I say smirking up at him before going back to counting the credits.

I love Din Djarin and I was so excited when he turned up in The Book Of Boba Fett. I enjoyed writing for him!

Hopefully this will have a part two. This was kind of short, sorry about that.

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[folklorefairyy]

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anakin skywalker

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[bobafetts-princess]

The Hunters and the Hunted (Chapter 1)

Pairings: Din Djarin x Reader x Boba Fett x Paz Vizsla (no use of Y/N)

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Cursing, bounty hunters, hints of domestic violence, one slap across the face, it’s a little deep and heavy y’all so please be warned! If you think I should have tagged something and I didn’t, please let me know!

A/N: This came to me in a dream and I wrote it! Also I live and die by the fancast of Winston Duke as Paz so he’s who I have in mind when I write Paz. I hope y’all like it! You can find Chapter 2 here!

Fuck was the only thing you could think as you sprinted around a corner.

How did he find me? You thought, glancing over your shoulder to see a large blue Mandalorian still sprinting after you.

You knew that man had money, you knew he had power, you just didn’t realize he had so much of both. No doubt he put a bounty out on you the second he realized you’d disappeared.

Rounding a corner, you caught your breath for a second before a flash of blue caught your eye and you were off like a shot again. You dashed through the market, glancing over your shoulder again to see the blue Mandalorian still trailing you, people parting for him as he blundered through town.

Dashing down a side street, you ran smack into a wall of metal when you glanced over your shoulder again.

“Caught you,” the modulated voice said, a different Mandalorian than the one that was initially chasing you. His hands wrapped around your upper arms and you were most definitely, caught. One Mandalorian you might be able to escape, two you definitely couldn’t.

“Shit,” you mumbled, but by the grace of the maker, the large Mandalorian came around the corner, crashing into the silver Mandalorian that had ahold of your arms. He released you out of shock and you took the momentary confusion to take off again, dashing between buildings.

“What the f-“ came from behind you as the two Mandalorians regarded each other, but you couldn’t concentrate on that now. You just needed to hide long enough to find passage off this rock. Turning down another street when you hit a wall, you had a split second where you thought you were safe. A small ship was docked and you knew if you could sneak on board you’d be gone. But then a green Mandalorian appeared around the corner, standing directly in your path. You spun, ready to take off in the direction you came, but the silver and blue Mandalorians came around the corner at that moment and you were trapped.

If you couldn’t escape two Mandalorians, you definitely couldn’t escape three. Frantically searching for a way out, your head was on a swivel and you almost missed the exchange between the three.

“Fett?” Asked the silver one, but you weren’t sure which one it was directed at. You’d heard of a bounty hunter named Boba Fett, but he was supposedly dead so it couldn’t be him. When you couldn’t find a way out, your body slumped to the ground, back against the wall, holding your wrists up in the air so someone could slap binders on them. The silver one did, pulling you to your feet.

“What the fuck is happening?” The big blue one asked.

“I thought you weren’t taking bounties anymore?” The silver one asked him in return.

“He reached out to me. Asked me specifically to find the girl.” He told the other two.

“He asked me as well.” The green one, Fett, said. A reality crashed down around you, and you couldn’t help but laugh. He was a cruel man, an unkind man, but he was not a stupid man.

“What the fuck are you laughing for, little girl?” The blue one snarled through his vocoder, whirling to snatch you around the neck and squeeze. You couldn’t help the yelp and shot of arousal that heated your entire body when he lifted you, your toes barely brushing the ground. You couldn’t answer, he was squeezing too tightly, but the silver one placed a hand on his arm and gently made him lower you back down.

“Paz. He prefers her alive.” The silver one directed at the blue one, Paz. Paz was still looking down at you, his huge frame dwarfing your much smaller one.

“Why were you laughing, girlie?” The one named Fett asked.

“Because; he played you.” Paz took a step towards you, making you shrink.

“I swear to the maker if this is some kind of lovers spat, you won’t make it home. Is this some kind of kinky game?” He snarled.

You laughed again, the idea of a lovers spat more comical than it should be and the silver one took a step towards you. He wasn’t as large as Paz, but he was every bit as menacing when he spoke low in your ear.

“Explain yourself,” he demanded and you swallowed thickly, nodding.

“He called all of you separately? He didn’t just place a bounty on my head and call it a day? He specifically asked three Mandalorian to chase me down.” When they nodded at you, you kept speaking. “He’s a bantha’s asshole, but he’s not stupid. He just didn’t expect all three of to know each other. I assume he offered a lot of money for me alive, so he was probably banking on if the three of you did meet, it would be a shootout and he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of multiple bounty hunters claiming me. He expected you to all kill each other so he doesn’t have to pay you.” The weight of your words hit them and Fett cursed under his breath, barely audible through the helmet.

“What do we do now, Mando?” He asked, turning towards the silver one. You snorted at the stupid nickname and the blue one turned his visor towards you, which immediately ceased your laughter. A heady sigh came from Mando as he contemplated his options.

“I’m gonna assume you won’t let me claim the bounty by myself?” He attempted, and both visors fixed him with a dry look. Or as dry as a helmet can look. “And I don’t plan on letting someone else claim my bounty.” He said, grabbing your wrists and tugging you between the three of them. “I think our best option is to let the hunter with the highest credit offer claim the bounty and then we split it three ways. How much did he offer you, Paz?”

“10,000 credits for her living. 8,000 for her dead.” He spat, matter of factly. Your jaw dropped because he didn’t even like you, why was he offering so much money for you.

“Boba? How much did he offer you?

“The same.” He said, low voice rumbling through his chest and it took a second for things to click. When they did, your knees buckled.

“The Boba Fett?? He sent the Boba Fett to capture me? Oh my maker. I thought you were dead?”

“I was. Until about four months ago.”

“He actually sent the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy to capture me.” Snorts came from Paz and Mando as you realized the predicament you truly were in.

“Best and most feared, Princess. Don’t get it twisted.” The nickname shot straight to your groin and you had this overwhelming urge to get him to call you that again.

“How much did he offer the great Mando?” Boba prodded.

“15,000 alive. 12,000 dead.” You actually collapsed at his feet. The amount of credits he had offered up to these hunters for your return, safe or not, was unreal. He’d never given a scrap to you while you were with him, but he’d paid your father off when he’d sold you to the monster. Now you can only imagine how much he paid.

“Get up, little girl.” Boba Fett instructed, pulling you to your feet. “We have somewhere to be.” He thrust you at Paz, who picked you up and threw you over his shoulder like you were a sack of flour. His large hands left heat signatures on your skin, searing the backs of your thighs where he lifted you. The strong arm that wrapped around your back to keep you in place radiated heat throughout your body, down into the very core of you.

“Who’s ship should we take?” Mando asked, wrapping around your wrists to double check his binders. The softness of the touch sent you spiraling, it had been a long time since anyone had touched you with a modicum of kindness, and you felt tears prick the backs of your eyes.

Your mother died when you were a young girl, so young you almost couldn’t remember her at all. It had sent your father into a downward spiral, gambling, drinking, stealing. Often he went away for weeks at a time, leaving you alone as a young child. Once you got old enough, he started attempting to sell you to the highest bidder.

Of course almost everyone who was buying a girl wanted one with pedigree, so he never managed to sell until Myro Drook came into the picture. He was a crime lord, not really looking for a wife or a child-bearer, but a punching bag. He didn’t like to hit his whores, they carried too many of his secrets. But he loved to hit you. He was an evil man and the first opportunity you had to run, you did. You didn’t even know you were crying until you felt the wind cool their trails on your face.

“Mine. It’s faster than that bucket of bolts you call a ship.” Boba said. “And it has a cell, so we don’t have to put her on carbonite.”

“Carbonite?” You squeaked, worried.

“We aren’t going to put you on carbonite.”

Mando assured you. “You aren’t that dangerous.” His words made you look up at him, indignation on your features, only for you to realize he was teasing. A soft thumb came up to rest on your cheek, wiping at the trails your tears had made and you leaned into the touch.

His hand disappeared from your face just as quickly as it had landed there when the trio stopped walking and you were hoisted back over the huge mans shoulder again. The travel back down was slower than the travel up, as his large hands gripped your waist and drug every inch of you along every inch of him.

You stifled the groan that rose in your throat as your nipples rubbed against the metal plating on your way down. It had been months, seven to be exact, since anyone had touched you like that and you were on a hair trigger. Six months since you’d been sold, five since Drook hit you for the first time.

Turning, you noticed the ship, and a hand gently laid across your back, pushing you up the ramp. You leaned into the touch as much as you could, enjoying the feel through your thin tunic. You glanced behind you, finding that Mando was the one pushing you along and you internally sighed at the contact. You were placed near the cockpit doors while the three men conversed, your arms suspended in the air from a chain.

“So uhh, what happens next?” You interrupted and fought back a snicker when all three T-visors turned towards you. “I mean, I’ve never been hunted down by Mandalorians so I don’t know what to expect now.” You tried to sound light but the gravity of your situation began crashing around your ears.

“We”ll place you in the holding cell and take you back to your boyfriend.” Paz sneers, clearly still in the mindset that this was a joyride for you. You mustered up your courage and fixed your face with the angriest look you could and shot your next words at his back.

“Lift my shirt.” You spat at him and his shoulders tensed. “Better yet, pull the whole thing off.” You snarled, temper rising.

“I don’t think your boyfriend would like me ruining you like that.” He spat back at you, deep vibrato rumbling through his chest and you ignored the shot of arousal through your body at the idea. He unhooked you and walked you down the hall Boba directed him. The other two Mandalorians following as he tossed you in a holding cell, undoing the binders holding you before locking you in.

“Fine. I’ll do it for you.” You sneered, anger getting the best of you as you pulled off the long-sleeved tunic you wore. “Would a boyfriend do this? Would he leave these marks? Would he do it because it turns him on? Fucking answer me, Mandalorian.” You shouted, hurling your shirt at his retreating back, where it slapped against the bars of your cell.

All three visors turned towards you, taking in your form littered with bruises, some healing and some fresh from the night you managed to escape. “He doesn’t want to beat his whores before he fucks them and he doesn’t want to fuck me, so I get the beatings. Then he makes me watch him fuck them. Explain to me why I would want to go back. This is not a fucking game to me.” You snarled, the last of the fight leaving your body as you hurled your last words at them. They all froze at your admonitions, hands clenching into fists as they watched you break. Your body collapsed, wracking sobs heaving your body.

“I don’t want to go back.” You said, once you regained composure.

“He does this to you?” Mando asked, “on purpose?”

“He likes it. And you’re going to offer me up like a piece of bantha meat to him.” You spat, temper rising again. He had the grace to hang his helmet.

“It’s our job.” You snorted at that, even though the situation was much less than humorous and turned your back to the three men, revealing even more bruises.

“Din.”

“I know.”

“You have a history of getting attached to bounty. We cannot do that. She is worth too much money.”

“It was one time. And he was a baby.” Din retorted. You assumed Din was the silver one, since he was the only one who didn’t have a name. Their words rang throughout your ears and you spun, fixing Din with a glare.

“You carried out a bounty on a baby? I have no chance.”

“It’s a long story.” He said, in lieu of an explanation. You snatched your shirt off the floor, pulling it back over your head before sneering at him.

“That’s the worst excuse I’ve ever heard.” With your nasty retort, they left.

—

“Din. We can’t. We have to turn her in.” Boba said, back in the cockpit of his ship, Slave 1.

“You’re too soft.” Paz stated, reclining in his chair.

“Don’t start, I saw the way you rubbed her against you. You want her.”

“Of course. Have you seen her? But that doesn’t mean I’m willing to risk my reputation for her. And it would be a black mark on the Guild if we didn’t turn her in.”

“No it wouldn’t. We weren’t hired through the guild, we were hired through him.” Din said, poking holes in their theories.

“We can’t.” Boba said again, turning on the autopilot and spinning in his captains chair. His helmet was off, sitting on the floor near his feet and his heavily scarred face had more lines than usual.

“What if we turned her in. And then after we collected, went back to get her?”

“That’s almost as bad as not turning her in at all.” Paz mused, and Din could feel the annoyance radiating off of him.

“You saw those marks. He will kill her if we leave her there.” Din said, fist slamming on the arm of his chair.

“It’s not our problem, Din.” Boba said, voice full of regret.

“Humor me.”

“Fine.” Boba conceded. “If we managed to go back in and get her when we collect, how do you know he won’t just send a bounty hunter to collect her again?”

Din’s helmet tipped toward him, a note of incredulousness in the way it was angled. Who would be dumb enough to send a bounty hunter after three of the most dangerous bounty hunters in the galaxy?

“Okay. Fair point. But what are we going to with her after?”

“Well I’d like to see if she would spend the night in my bed.” Paz snickered.

“Wouldn’t we all, but after that? We couldn’t leave her. He would send a bounty the moment he heard she was alone.”

“I don’t know. I just know we can’t leave her there.” Din’s tone had a note of finality, and the conversation ceased.

—

Sometime during the night, you’d fallen asleep, huddled on the tiny cot in the cell. Someone had covered you with a thick brown woolen blanket and set out a cantina of water and a tray of food as well. You wolfed down the bread, taking more time with the soup because it was hot, and chased it only with large gulps of water. Your body was sore from your attempted escape and you took a second to stretch out.

“Good morning, Princess.” Came a gruff voice from the door and you suppressed a shiver at the nickname. “It’s time.” Solemnly, you nodded, sticking your arms out so he could slap binders on your wrists. “Don’t fret, little one. It’ll all be okay.” He said, hand in your lower back as he led you down the ramp and to sure death.

—

The Mandalorians flanked you, Din in front with Boba on your right and Paz on your left. They each kept a hand on your inner elbow as they walked you down the long hallway towards your “boyfriend”. You laughed internally at their harsh grips, it wasn’t like you were going anywhere.

Even if you could, you wouldn’t get far. Myro had guards crawling the entire place and if one of the Mandalorians didn’t get you, they would. You tried to help the silent tears streaming down your face, but you couldn’t. You also couldn’t wipe them, and Paz noticed.

“Quit crying, pretty girl.” Came the short and silent demand. It was sharp, void of any softness, but it worked. You stopped crying, raising your head to watch Din lead the group towards Myro’s personal chambers. Two guards stood at the entrance, smirking evilly at you as the group approached.

They knew what was in store for you as soon as those doors opened and you were turned over. Sliding out the way, hands on their blasters as they pushed open the door, you walked by them. More drug than walked on your own free will, but you made it inside none the less.

Myro was sitting on what he called his throne in the back of the chamber and was surrounded by at least four women of different species. When he saw the group he swallowed and you could see the slight fear in his eyes from where you walked.

“Ahh! The hunters have returned! And with my beautiful bride to be in tow. Thank you so much for returning her to me.” He lied through his teeth, sharp eyes darting between the hunters. He wasn’t an unattractive man, strong features with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, but he was ugly to you. You hated him with every fiber of your being and you reveled in the fact that he was nervous.

“I see you all received my call for help.”

“We did. And we do not appreciate being cheated out of our money, so we’ll make you a deal.” Boba rumbled, the deep timbre of his voice soothing you only fractionally. “You’ll pay us each what you owe, since we all finished our bounty, and we won’t kill you as slowly and painfully as possible.”

“I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”

“Then I’m afraid you won’t get the girl.” Din said, taking a small step back and boxing you in. The thing was though, that it didn’t make you nervous, instead it made you feel safe.

“I can give the highest bounty and you can split it, but I cannot afford to give up 35,000 credits for a common bitch.” He said, leaning back and waving a hand towards someone, who brought him a bag of credits. His words should have hurt, but they didn’t, you were too busy studying the Mandalorians.

“You’ll give us 28,000 credits, the amount if we’d brought her in dead, or we’re taking her and 35,000 credits.” Paz countered, fingers tightening in your elbow. When Myro had been speaking he and Boba had taken a step in towards you and you could feel the head radiating off their bodies they were all so close.

Sensing no other way to retain his credits and his dignity, Myro accepted their bargain, waving another man in who handed him two more bags. He waved Din forwards and you could sense the hesitation in the way he took a step back first, his body connecting with yours just briefly, before walking forwards and grabbing the bags from him. Boba and Paz took a step closer, sandwiching you between them and their armor until Din returned to the group.

“I see you have taken a liking to her.” Myro noted the protective posture around you.

“Shame she doesn’t fuck. I’d let you play with her as a gift for bringing her back to me.” You felt Paz’s low growl more than you heard it, and felt the tightening of his hands against you.

“What makes you think we haven’t already played with her?” Din challenged, knowing he was full of shit, Myro would never share his possessions. Myro’s upper lip curled, shooting daggers at you.

“More than she’s ever done for me then. I might have to take my turn next.” He said, causing your stomach to flip in disgust at the idea. Boba’s hand tightened this time, curling around the inside of your elbow.

“Take care of her.” Boba growled as Din turned and released your binders, replacing Boba’s hand on your arm, albeit softer. He pulled you away from the other two hunters, and you panicked.

“Please don’t do this. Please.” You whispered.

“Din please.” Desperation laced your voice.

“Everything will be okay, mesh’la.” He said in a small undertone you. How could he know? You thought and Myro smiled an evil smile as you were handed over. His hand wrapped where Paz’s hand had been and your stomach dropped out to your feet.

Din shuffled backwards and Myro yanked you towards him, pulling your whole body flush with his.

“Thank you, you may take your leave now.” He told them, waving to his guards to open the door as they left and the hopeful part of your brain thought they looked reluctant to leave you. As soon as they did, Myro released you, snarling as he raised a hand and smacked you across the face, cutting your lip instantaneously and sending you flying.

“Stupid bitch. If you ever pull some shit like that again, I’ll send hunters to kill you, not bring you back.” You knew he was telling you the truth as he stood over you, hatred in his eyes. “Now, I was in the middle of something before I was interrupted.” He said, grabbing you by the arm and throwing you in the corner. He grabbed the nearest girl, pushing her down on her knees as he sat down on his throne. He worked himself out of his pants and shoved the girls face down on his hardening cock.

You buried your face down in your arms, finally releasing the tears that you’d been holding hostage all morning as his groans filled the room. He must have noticed that you weren’t watching because he barked at you to pick up your head. When you refused to, he stood, tumbling the girl off his lap. He stalked towards you, small dick swinging with his movements and fear shot through your core.

“I told you to fucking watch, you stupid bitch.”

He grabbed you by the throat and you felt none of the arousal shoot through your core like you did when Paz grabbed you by the throat, only fear. Pushing you up against the wall, he raised his hand to smack you again and you flinched away from the impending blow. When it didn’t come, you saw his hand caught midair by a gloved one and hope shot through your body. You connected the hand to an arm and the arm to a silver-clad Mandalorian.

“Lay another hand on her and I will kill you where you stand.” He promised and the command in his tone had you swallowing thickly. “Release her, or I’ll do it for you.” He said, blaster in the hand that wasn’t holding Myro’s arm back. Myro’s hand released you immediately and you crumpled to the ground in a heap, gasping for air. Another set of hands pulled you to your feet and you were relieved to see Paz standing there. His voice crackled through his modulator,

“Are you okay, mesh’la?” He asked and you nodded dumbly, wondering what the nickname meant. “May I pick you up? It’ll be easier.” You nodded again and his strong arms wrapped around you, throwing you over his shoulder again, softer than the last time he did. He turned, walking towards the door and you saw Myro pinned against the wall by Din and Boba and you briefly worried they would get hurt, but then you made it through the door and saw bodies everywhere. All of Myro’s guards were dead and then you heard a scream of pain come from Myro’s chambers.

“What are they doing to him?” You asked you were surprised to hear Paz chuckle. It shook his shoulders and carried through his body as he walked.

“Making sure he never sends anyone to hurt you again. I’ll let Boba tell you what they did when they make it back to the ship.” He carried your weight effortlessly, only setting you down when you were in the cockpit of the ship.

He did the same thing when he placed you down the first time, dragging your body along his, your nipples catching again on his armor. This time you let out a small sigh, one you know he heard. His large fingers cupped your cheek, inspecting the cut lip and the blossoming bruise from where Myro had smacked you.

“Let’s get you some bacta spray for that, pretty girl.” Din and Boba returned to the ship as he was finishing putting the medicine onto your skin and you leaned your face into his soft touch.

“Ready? Probably best we leave sooner rather than later, Princess.”

“What did you do to him?” You asked, truly curious, and you were surprised to hear a full body laugh.

“I made sure he’ll never forget my name.”

“Okay.” You said, drawing out the last syllable to show you weren’t really satisfied with his answer.

“He carved his initials into the mans cock.” Din supplied, and Paz and Boba burst into laughter again. You even cracked a smile, thinking of the fact that he’s going to think of the bounty hunters every time he got hard and a small giggle escaped you as well.

“Is that good enough retribution for you, pretty girl?” Paz asked and a small grin crossed your face as you nodded and basked in the nickname.

“I cannot thank you enough for saving me. I wish I could kiss you in thanks.” You told them, knowing the Mandalorians couldn’t remove their helmets.

“You can’t kiss them, Princess, but you can kiss me.” Boba said, turning in his chair and removing his helmet. He was older than you expected, with a weathered and scarred face, but still impossibly handsome. You stood, ready to oblige, but Boba waved you off.

“You can kiss me when we are off this rock.” He said, and you buckled in and prepared for takeoff.

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