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Ezra x Jacen’s Nany Reader

Hear me out….. there’s NO WAY in the galaxy that Hera leaves Jacen with only Chopper, I repeat CHOPPER as supervision… that droid has committed war crimes on a daily basis as a form of entertainment, simply because he could.

Sabine has been to busy being a part-time jedi apprentice, and looking for a way to bring her idiot best friend/brother Ezra back home to their Mama Hera..

Kallus is simply too busy as a stay-at-home dad raising his horde of Lesat cubs, while his hubby Zeb is busy working as a part-time recruit trainer for the New Republic..

So.. what’s a VERY pregnant Hera to do when she comes across a young girl, who happens to be the same age as the Son she had just lost, in the streets of a still recovering planet after the fall of the Empire? Watching as the girl gently tends to the sick and injured that others seemed to ignore.. all while this child is clearly malnourished and weak herself.

Surprise bitch, you just got adopted by the coolest Mama in the Galaxy..

Aside from helping Hera around the Ghost with chores, making sure the ship’s baby ready, and studying (because Hera wants to help her new kid after clearly observing her passion for medicine) she eventually becomes Jacen’s teacher and basically the family’s personal Doctor.. (and I mean the WHOLE family.. Zeb tried to avoid his annual check-up once.. wasn’t happy that Kallus ratted him out and basically tricked him into Reader’s office)

The main draw back that Reader seams to have in her personal life though??? Her severe case of “Resting Bitch Face” nobody seems to show any interest in her, and only her adopted family seems to not be bothered by it.. she even tries to do things to make her face less intimidating.. constantly being aware of her facial expressions and doing her best to keep her eyebrows slightly raised and a slight half smile on her lips…

Then Ezra comes back… and you bet your ass as soon as the crying, hugging, lecturing and overall emotional reunion is done.. Hera is dragging Ezra by the ears to get a FULL check-up by the most trustworthy doctor she knows.. and Jacen is happily tagging along, holding his “big brothers” sleeves while waiting for him to meet one of his favorite people.. the outcome is… somewhat unexpected.. Ezra trying to be charming and calling Reader’s “serious face” cute..

And Reader being genuinely flustered by Ezra’s awkward attempt at flirting…

Jacen.. is getting ideas, and Chopper is going to help him because CHAOS WILL RAIN!!!

……. and he’s got years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra.. might as well start now.. 😉

a gremlins Nany.

pairing: Jacen‘s Nany!Readee x Ezra Bridger

warnings: none

word count: 2,1 k

summary: You’re Heras most trusted person. Not only did you take care of her beloved son Jacen, no. You were and still are his Nany and best friend. And not only that, after Ezra’s return, Hera ofc trusts you with his check ups. And Jacen and Chopper have a lot of fun about this.

authors note: It’s not proofread, pls bare with me! 😭 I‘m sick and I gave my best to make it as good as possible :´D I hope this makes sense, I‘m not really familiar with medical stuff, especially when it comes to Star Wars 💀

anywayyyy

enjoyyyy <333

imagine this being Ezra waiting for his routine checkups, thank you xd

As she walked through the streets she didn’t fail to notice a young girl, helping the people in need.

Her way with the injured and sick was more then just gentle.

Despite her own visible weaknesses portrayed by a weak body.

After each treatment she only left them to treat the next one if they reassured her that they’re fine.

„Thank you so much y/n, wouldn’t know what I’d done if it wasn’t for your help“

Said an elderly woman, truly a heartbreaking scene even if this girl was a complete stranger to her.

was.

It didn’t take her long to approach the girl, she waited for her to finish the treatment on another injured citizen before she started to talk, startling the girl on front of her.

„Hey there..“

The girl turned around and met her eyes with the stranger, her gaze was shocked at first but soon turned into one of adoration as she looked at the pregnant woman in front of her.

„H-Hey..!“

„I‘ve been here for a little while and couldn’t help but notice your way of helping your people… could I ask you a question?“

The girl looked up to the green Twi‘lek while nodding a yes.

She didn’t know how to form the question since it was a rather personal one and let’s be honest.. they didn’t talk yet.

However, this planet belonged to the ones with the highest death rates, seeing the poor girl alone here, weakened and injured.. where were her parents?

„Do you have a family here?“

As if she saw it coming the girl nodded a no, a sad expression laying bare on her face.

The Twi‘leks heart ached for her.

She just lost one child, seeing another one, assuming at the same age as him.. it was too much to just stand by and do nothing to help.

„Would you like to become part of my crew?“

y/n looked up at her, not fully believing her ears yet.

„Are you serious..?“

„Yes“

And just like that a huge smile appeared on her face.

„Of course I’d love to!“

The woman returned y/n‘s smile and offered her her hand.

„Name‘s Hera“

„Name‘s y/n“

A few months passed by from the moment where you firstly walked into the Ghost.

The ship wasn’t the biggest but oh force, you’ve never felt more at peace then when you got to enter your cabin.

The ship was cozy and it even had a medbay!

Hera then decided to inform you about the other crew members and their activities.

That’s also the reason why it was so empty.. however.

Soon you were able to meet everyone, except one boy who Hera told you was missing.

Sabine grew the closest to you (after Hera and chopper ofc).

Even if her timetable was loaded with Jedi training stuff, you two always managed to spend some time together.

Zeb worked at a part time recruit trainer for the New Republic while Kallus stayed at home, making sure that their horde of Lesat cubs wouldn’t destroy everything.

Chopper is Chopper.

There’s nothing more to that since we all know how he is.

There’s no way that Hera would’ve trust him enough with her still unborn child.

Soooo.. with Kanan gone and Ezra missing, there’s only one person left who she’d trust enough with her baby.

You.

You were studying medicine, something you wouldn’t be able to do without Heras help.

She became something like a mother role for you and ohhh my goodness where our excited for the day the baby would be born.

She didn’t have to ask you, couldn’t even since you started to turn the ship into a baby safe place.. at least the most possible version of this since it’s a spacecraft after all .

Hera was moved to tears, seeing how much effort you put everyday to ensure her baby’s safety while everything that Chopper did was to mess with your stuff.

Yeah you were the right choice, no doubt in that.

„Hey, could I ask you to do me a favor? But before I tell you what it is, just know that whatever you’ll answer is allri-„

„Yes I want!“

„What?“

The woman was too stunned to speak.

„But you don’t know what I’m going to ask you..?“

„If I want to take care of your baby right?? Please tell me that this was your question???“

There was a spark of excitement on your voice that made Hers heart to flutter.

She didn’t know if it were her hormones or her (for now) clouded judgement but she immediately hugged you, fighting back some tears.

„Thank you..!“

Some years passed by and thanks to Heras help, you were able to actually get an official status as doctor.

That wasn’t your only ‚job‘ tho. You were also a part time nanny for Jason from the moment on he was born.

Being the most trusted person available on the ghost pushed your ego, making you think that you can perform both of your ‚jobs‘ at the very same time.

It did make some things harder for you, but it was her baby after all, he was worth it.

People who knew about your story would say that you’re literally shining in comparison to your state from when before Hera found you.

Others at the other hand were kind of scared off by your resting Bitch face, not showing any interest towards you.

Your new family didn’t seem bothered at all by it, not even Jacen, but you still gave it your best to improve your facial expressions.. they never faded tho.. .

So when the day arrived where the boy called Ezra returned, Hera instantly had an assignment for you.

She and basically everyone of the ghost crew used to tell you stories about him, how he made the ultimate sacrifice to safe his crew and Lothal.

Ten years had passed since then, since his disappearance and since you’ve been as good as adopted by Hera.

The days after the big news.. we’ll it’s safe to say that you never saw her this emotional in your entire ten years.

Not even when she was pregnant with Jacen, and this is a statement.

You weren’t there when he arrived since you had some patients waiting for their treatments, but you soon found out about the happy news when Hera called you through your comm link.

And not long after you heard her knocking on your door, dragging an middle aged man by his ears, while Jacen tagged along, holding him by his sleeves.

She asked you if you could take a look at him, a very good one since he’s been absent for like.. I don’t know… 10 years?

Yeah, sounds reasonable.

„Please do a FULL check-up. You’re my most trusted doctor on this galaxy.“

„Of corse Hera, well then Ezra.. Please take a seat.“

He freed himself from Heras and Jacens Grasp and went to sit on the special chair.

Ezra seemed to be excited about the technical stuff that surrounded him.. you’d be too if you’ve been stranded in the middle of nowhere for a decade so.. .

„We’ll wait outside, just tell us when we should come“

Said Hera and with that she and Jacen left the room, leaving you and Ezra alone.

„Okay then.. how are you feeling? Are you injured? Sick?“

Knowing how Important he is to Hera you tried to somehow neutralize your „special“ expression.

And he seemed to notice this, you barely knew him and he already started to change his attitude around you.

„No, I‘m totally fine“

He had a grin on his face while you raised your eyebrow at his answer.

„I still need to take a look at you so-“

He already started to take his shirt off, I mean he didn’t have to, just you her push it slightly upwards but you weren’t complaining.

Nope.

Not at all.

But you had to keep yourself professional.

„Why did you take your shirt off?“

„For the check-up..? If I’m not wrong that’s what patients to for the lung part?“

„Ah- Yeah sorry. Yes, ehm, thank you“

You checked his heartbeat, his lungs and everything you could do at the moment.

There was one thing that concerned you.

Not his health since it was in a good state.

But the way how he made you feel.

You tried to keep a straight, neutral, friendly face while looking him up, but he made it impossible for you.

„You’re cute“

„What?“

Your movements froze for a short while, this kind of comment was unusual.

„You’re cute. You know.. the way how you try to keep your face straight“

„You’re serious?“

„Yep. Why shouldn’t I be?“

He was charming, handsome, kind, you only knew him for a very short time. Like for real. But there was something positive around him.

And it flustered you.

„Thank you“

„Just telling the truth“

Unbeknownst to you two, a very curious Jacen was leaning right against the door, squeezing his ear as close as he could and boy did he smile when he heard Ezra talking to his best friend.

„Jacen, you know that it’s rude to-“

„He told her that she’s cute“

He whispered, loud enough so that Hera understood him.

And her face lit up.

„He what??“

„Shhh.. come here and listen“

This private moment, at least to your knowing, made you happy.

There was finally someone who immediately found interest in you, someone who wasn’t blinded by your facial expressions or your attempt at looking natural.

Weeks passed by and he turned out to continue to be as charming as he was the day you met him.

His genuine, true, loving self made you fall im love with him and the same goes for him with you.

Hera was happy to see how both of your presences affected each other for the better and Jacen was sure that he was destined to play your matchmaker.

And chopper didn’t let this chance go by.

Jacen wanted to help his best friend and his big brother and Chopper had years worth of pranks to pull on Ezra.

Chaos will rain

And even if Ezra had warned you that he sensed that something would happen, nothing could ever prepare you for what was to come.

It was a peaceful day at your office.

Your last patients for today waited in the waiting room and Ezra was one of them.

Hera didn’t leave him any other choice then to go and get frequent check ups from you just in case that he really didn’t catch anything on Perridea.

His frequent check ups became known to Jacen and Chopper and they saw the perfect opportunity in this to pull their first prank on you two.

Jacen hid behind the shelf with a music box while Chopper disguised himself as something fitting to his surroundings.

They knew that you’d welcome him into your office with a hug, your relationship witch him had gotten better and better and Jacen didn’t fail to notice this.

Knowing this was the base for this prank.

As Ezra neared himself to open the door to your room, opening the door and greeting you, Choppers mini metallic arm reached out and electro shocked his leg, making him loose his balance and fall straight into your eyes.

The pose you found yourselves right now was more then unexpected as his fall took you by surprise.

Jacen then didn’t waste any more time and played on the ‚play‘ button of the music box, playing some semantic song which seemed to be popular.

Chopper then took a photo, beeped some things and left the room with a grinning Jacen as fast as he could.

Your patients where beyond confused at the scene and went to your office to check if everything was alright.

As you saw them looking you two up and down… your face became the deepest shade of red known to humanity.

Ezra’s too.

This ‚incident‘ may have helped you two to get closer but you were still shy about it.

Jacen and Chopper however had other plans and lets just say that this was just the beginning.

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Din Djarin/Reader/Ezra (prospect). Smut.

Din and Ezra decide to indulge one of your multiple fantasies. The Razor Crest is a ship full of switches that are easily flicked ;)

Posting this as Day 1 of the pedro pascal appreciation week (favourite pedro character) as i can’t choose between them.

there’s no pronouns, no y/n, and no specific genitalia for reader.

Warnings/Content: fluff, established polyam relationship, body language, fingering, m/m sex, fully armoured man(do) with naked partner, masturbation, voyerism (kinda), bottom!Din, top!Ezra, bottom!reader, Ezra’s vocabulary is a warning in itself. Mando’a translations at the bottom.

Word Count: 4k

I’ve tagged people who commented on my other fic with these three, I hope you don’t mind. I’ve got enough ideas that I’ve started a whole series about them! (if you don’t want to be tagged in future please let me know)

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The Razor Crest’s ramp was always a welcome sight after spending a day restocking supplies in whatever market town you’d landed in. Your arms are laden with caf, bacta, a few new shirts to replace any bloodstained or ripped ones, packets upon packets of easy-heat food, a few sweet treats, whatever bit of wiring Din needed to fix something onboard, and whatever component Ezra wanted for his malfunctioning blaster. You can’t hold back the sigh of relief at the entrance to your home, plodding your way upwards into the hold, ready to dump your purchases and greet your three favourite boys with a smile.

They’ve been busy themselves, bargaining their skills for a few credits to tide you over to the next stop, and, by the looks of things, Din hasn’t been back for long. He sits, cleaning out his blaster silently, but sets it aside to help you with the bags.

“Are you okay, cyar’ika?” You frown, eyeing him. There’s something off with his gait, he’s favouring his right leg ever so slightly.

He nods, still silent, and you know something’s off - even with his helmet on, he’d still greet you with a Keldabe kiss.

“Is Ezra back yet?”

He nods again, taking the bags from you and retreating to the small table, allowing you to close the ramp. It’s odd. Din would usually take the non-edible items first, leaving you and Ezra to pack away the food, but today he goes right for the caf.

“Din?” You ask quietly, knowing the helmet would pick up on it. He doesn’t acknowledge you, and a smile forms on your face as you observe him and realise why.

His steps aren’t as light, his shoulders less squared as though they’re encumbered by the weight of his beskar, the usually tight material of his undershirt is just a tad looser - not enough that you’d really notice, but his body is something you’ve observed intently and intimately over the years. His priorities are different - the food, whilst a necessity, has never been of greater importance to your Mandalorian than the things needed to repair your home or your lives. Even his breathing pattern is different.

They’re playing a trick, or experimenting, or something - but you know, undoubtedly, that it’s not Din under the helmet. It’s Ezra. And your boys are probably waiting to see how long it’ll take you to realise.

“Din.” You call out, louder this time. “The kid?”

Din is quiet for a moment as he turns to face you, but then the modulator springs to life. “In the cockpit with Ezra.”

That’s Din’s voice, however. Somehow, they’ve hooked up the modulator to somewhere in the cockpit, and likely given Din a means to view whatever Ezra sees beneath the visor so he knows how and when to respond. It’s certainly a novel way to keep the prospector quiet. You can only assume that the kid is sleeping, shut tight in his crib. You certainly hope so.

“Won’t you take off the helmet?”

Ezra shakes his head, Din’s voice joining him, “Not yet.” He steps towards you, taking your hands in his, and - at last - presses his forehead to yours. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

“I love you too.” You smile, deliberately not including a name - not that it would matter if you did, but in this moment you address them both, and the fondness that sits constantly in your chest grows large and swirls madly at their ridiculousness. There are enough butterflies in your stomach to feed the child for a week.

It’s when ‘Din’ moves back from you to take your hand that you spot the small addition to the helmet, a tiny blink-and-you’ll-miss-it little light in the top centre of the T visor - some miniature camera you’re sure the real Din watches you through. The prospector leads you to the cramped bunk, the nook that’s only really big enough for one, let alone three.

You raise an eyebrow at him, still playing oblivious, and ask “Is Ezra not joining us?”

Din’s voice answers with underlying amusement, “He’s fine with it.”

“You sure?” You blink, barely holding back a smirk as you stare at the camera, “I’d hate for anyone to miss out.”

“I’m sure.” Din’s voice is a little strained now, you know, however long they try to keep up the act, Din’s eventual presence will give the game away. “Lie back, Meshurok.”

The endearment sets the butterflies off once more. Ezra’s called you gem since your first meeting, he’d explained it some time later, that ‘when I lay my eyes on one so exquisite as you, the only comparison I could make was to the rare beauty of a carefully harvested treasure.’ Din, in the time since your meeting, has grown to love the prospector’s words. Ezra calls him moonbeam - he’s another rare beauty, but reflective (not just from the beskar). Din radiates warmth, but only when you care to look and break through the surface. So now Din calls you Meshurok, gemstone, and Ezra Me’suum’ika, my moon. To you? They are Ner Ka’ra, my stars. So bright and powerful, burning light through your universe, impossible to live without.

Ezra’s hand falls to your arm, guiding you the final distance to the bed, helping you down, and you stare up at the armoured man before you.

You’d discussed this before. One of many conversations between the three of you about your relationship, your wants and desires and hidden fantasies. You never thought they’d go through with it - and certainly not like this. You’d only mentioned wanting to know what Ezra would look like in beskar, had imagined what two Mandalorians would do to you… but this?

You’ve got the armour from Tatooine, that trip Din and the kid took shortly after Ezra joined you, when you’d stayed with Peli to help repair the Crest and keep an eye on your new companion. But you can’t use that for this. It’s not Din’s place to allow someone else to wear it. If you ever find the mandalorian who owns it and they grant permission, then Ezra could… but until then… this is good. The way they’re exploring this silly idea, making the most of only having one full set of usable armour, giving both men the opportunity to be mandalorian at once, to be one… You’re clenching around nothing already. Not even naked and already desperate to see what your boys have in store.

“Mesh’la…” Din comments, making you grin. Ezra’s hands reach for your clothes, kneeling before you to tug off your boots. It’s a sight you’re used to - five years elapsed between meeting Din and finding Ezra, three of which were spent without knowing what he looked like. A helmet between your thighs was common, often the last thing you saw before the lights were flicked off and Din set his mouth on you.

You lift your hips, letting him pull your pants down, throwing them somewhere behind him.

“Take off your shirt.” Din instructs, and you manage to hide a smile as Ezra’s hands move to his own shirt before remembering that the command isn’t for him. The material quickly finds a place behind him, leaving you bare, a fully clothed and armoured bounty hunter looming above you.

Din’s always been intimidating, trained from childhood to be imposing and dangerous. Ezra, similarly, knows how to use his broadness to his advantage, though he’s never managed to achieve the silent deadliness of Din. Now, however, with the way he mirrors Din’s movement - his hands resting on the sides of the hatch, feet spread, his head filling the frame and blocking almost all the light from the hold… he looks every bit a Mandalorian.

“Take it out.” Din orders again, and you reach forward eagerly, going through the well-practised motions of reaching beneath the bottom of Din’s armour to unfasten the button of his pants, pull down the zipper, and pull the already-hard cock from its confines.

If there was any doubt, it’s quashed. That’s Ezra’s dick in your hand.

As with the rest of their bodies, there’s slight differences - Ezra’s long days under various suns have given his skin more of a tan even where the sun wouldn’t normally reach (though there’s not a single part of you that doubts he’s sunbathed naked at least once). Din, in contrast, is a little paler, still tan, but not kissed by the sun. Ezra’s slightly thicker, darker. Din a little longer, tinted-pink, and there’s already a hint of grey in his thatch of trimmed curls.

You’re not sure what they thought would happen once you got Ezra in your hand, but you’re keen to play along still, and shift forward, spitting into your palm and stroking the warm cock slowly, watching as Ezra fights the instinct to tip his head back, knowing it’s so Din can have as clear a view as his own.

“Mmm,” Din’s groan sounds loud through the modulator, going straight between your legs, Ezra’s cock jumping in your hand as you both realise he’s touching himself in time with you. “Lie back.” He instructs again, and you do so, watching Ezra’s chest heave at the loss of contact.

It takes a moment, but then the prospector moves, grabbing a little tube from the shelf next to his head. You don’t normally keep it there - the kid has a nasty habit of examining anything in the bunk - but its presence confirms to you that your boys have been planning this for some time. In fact, you wouldn’t be at all surprised if you’d only made planetfall so they could send you to the market for the day while they set everything up.

Ezra moves your legs a moment later, setting your feet flat on the thin mattress, displaying you to him. Once more, the helmet finds its place between your legs, and you watch intently as he pulls off his gloves and squirts the lube on his fingers before letting it drizzle over you. The helmet tilts upward, indicating that he’s looking to your face now, a silent question.

This okay?

“Kriff, if you don’t touch me soon-” It’s an empty threat, but he heeds your words.

Another difference between them: While both are methodical, they vary in technique.

They’re both incredibly observant, able to read you as well as you read them. They know without a word when you’re in pain, when you’re prepared enough, when you’re close… Din works his way up slowly, brushing lightly against that pleasure point, pushing you slowly towards the edge until he can comfortably slide inside, watching your every movement, every breath, every tiny piece of information your body provides. Ezra, rather than watching you move, listens. His eyes stay fixed on where you stretch around his thick fingers, working at you until three of them ease in and out before he angles them to press against the nerves, seeking to make you cry out in tormented pleasure, bringing you to the edge in a gasping cacophony and halting just a beat before crescendo.

Yeah, you know it’s Ezra between your legs.

His thumb brushes against you, teasing as his fingers withdraw, a harsh whine escaping you as he leaves you balanced on the precipice, the delicate touch sending your hips bucking upward as you search desperately for release, head thrashing back against the single pillow.

“Not yet, Meshurok.” Din’s voice breaks, his own breath coming hard and fast, undoubtedly remembering all the times Ezra’s opened him up the same way.

You’re not left alone for long, and your head snaps upward again as Ezra’s tip teases at your entrance.

“Gedet'ye-” You urge, already begging.

The helmet tilts once more, angled down, the three of you watching intently as he edges inside.

“Mando!” You gasp as he bottoms out, and as if you weren’t already completely certain, the dual groans that fill the air prove it. Din has always loved hearing his title in the bedroom. It’s so often used in different contexts - hate, scorn, mockery - for him to hear it imbued with nothing but love… you know he’s in the cockpit, you’re sure he’s - at the very least - got his dick in hand, watching and listening to everything you do. Ezra, so quiet up to now, noises muffled by the helmet, clearly enjoys it far more than you’d realised before. The quiet yet clear gasp for breath, the whispered curses - in time and yet out of sync with his counterpart.

“Move, please-” You urge, clenching around Ezra, the helmet moves, his eyes locking with yours through the visor, but his hips stay still, “Din,” you protest, knowing he’s probably waiting on the go ahead from the man in the cockpit.

“K’uur.” He instructs, and you bite your lip, holding back the plea that sits on the tip of your tongue.

A moment’s pause.

“Elek.” Yes, it’s the prompt Ezra needs, his hips moving, slower than usual, rocking in and out of you, the helmet now focused on where he disappears inside. It’s with the singular focus of a prospector that he watches you - the need for a steady hand and limited distractions. If it was Din, he’d be looking all over, the careful examination of a bounty hunter - to scan his surroundings and pinpoint any and all weak spots.

“Udesiir,” Din’s voice comes through again, and you’re not sure if he speaks to you or Ezra, both of your bodies already wound tight by the build up.

Ezra’s hand moves between you, stroking against you in time with his thrusts, the pressure within and without building in your belly with every second that passes and every brush of his cock against that wonderful nerve bundle that makes you writhe, forces out those pretty noises, makes you squeeze so tight that we’re not sure you’ll let us retreat from your depths…

There are two sets of groans emanating from the helmet once more, the dual tones of your boys, contrasting and cohesive all in one…

The rhythm picks up, his thumb moving in that way that he knows will take you closer…

“Ezra!” You cry out, his cock hitting that pleasure point dead-on, surprising yourself by giving the game away, but right now you can’t bring yourself to care.

Moments later, the helmet clangs to the side, rolling away a little before it settles, the Prospector’s face unveiled, hair more messy than usual, pupils blown, lip bitten almost-raw with the effort to hold back his usual verbal onslaughts. His thrusts never slow as he shakes his head fondly. “It’s a good job I am, sweetheart. You knew?”

“Almost immediately.” You grin, pulling him down to kiss you. He pulls back with a smile, making to speak, but you stop him: “Even if I hadn’t, all those nights in the dark trying to work out which of you was doing what would’ve clued me in.” You glance down at where he fills you. “And you’re not totally identical, cyare.”

“That is true, little gem.” He concedes, hips continuing to stutter against yours. “Though I have often delighted in seeing my own image pressing you into the sheets.”

He shifts again, resting his arms either side of your head, then makes sure he’s still pounding against you in the right place. You reach out to cling to him, the chill of the chestplate against your nipples sending sensation after sensation through you, his lips quickly finding yours as you sneak a hand down between the two of you, working you closer and closer.

“I think I understand now,” Din’s voice cuts through, the real Mandalorian appearing, disheveled, behind his impostor, “why you both like me clothed in the act.”

“Kevva preserve me,” Ezra huffs into your neck before he rises onto his knees, drawing his likeness into a kiss.

“You wanna really experience it, Mando?” You grin as they break apart, sharing a look with Ezra, neither of you blind to the effect the title has on your lover. “Feel the beskar against your back?”

The noise he makes at the thought has you gripping Ezra even tighter, the Prospector cursing under his breath. “I think he wants it, gem.”

“I think so too.”

Ezra withdraws from you, and, although you’re hovering on the edge of release, you can’t bring yourself to care about the lack of orgasm, the second edge of the night. You sit up quickly, checking with Din that he does absolutely want it, before you’re helping him out of his pants and shirt, leaving Ezra as the only clothed participant.

“You should cum first.” Din turns to you. “This was meant to be for you.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Meshurok, I insist.” He leans down to kiss you, his body hovering over yours, reaching between you to brush his thumb over you. He rolls to the side, squashed against the wall of the hatch, still half on top of you. Ezra retakes his place, hitting deep, and Din presses his wet thumb to your lips. They part easily, and you taste yourself, groaning around him. The noise makes Ezra jolt inside you.

“That’s it, gem.” He finds his rhythm. “Cum for us.”

Din’s hand moves down your body, fingers teasing you, urging you closer and closer as his lips find your neck, one of Ezra’s hands playing with your nipples. With both men lavering attention on you, pushing you back towards release, the laser-focus and hyper-awareness you’ve seen only on jobs, the determination to achieve a goal overtaking everything else… It doesn’t take long.

They work you through your high, bringing you down slowly, until you feel boneless, jellified, and sated.

Din moves over you once again, dipping his head to kiss you as he gets into place for Ezra. The bunk is absolutely too small for this, so he ends up flush against you, his chest heaving against yours in that mix of anticipation and desire, and his ever-present delight at feeling skin on skin after so long without any kind of touch at all.

You can’t see what Ezra’s doing, but you can tell it’s good, most likely that three-finger build that he’s so fond of. Din twitches against you, his pre-cum panting both your stomachs.

“Ready, moonbeam?” Ezra’s face appears over Din’s shoulder a minute later, the mandalorian’s face pressed into your neck.

“Don’t forget the helmet.” You remind him, running a hand through Din’s hair. He takes a shaky breath.

You hear Ezra moving, a muffled curse as he steps back from you both, the helmet having rolled further than he can reach. You shift, positioning yourself so that you’ll be able to see everything, Din’s anticipatory pants breathed into your shoulder.

“Relax, beloved.” The prospector’s voice comes through the modulator. You’re pretty sure Din almost comes right then. "Kevva above, isn't that the most welcoming sight? Both of you are always so willing to provide a sweet relief from the ache of my own abstinence."

“Please-” He manages to gasp out.

“Usesiir, cyar’ika,” You soothe him, hands running up and down his back to help him relax as Ezra slips inside. His arms buckle, the full weight of him forcing you into the mattress, another shaky breath leaving him as he knocks the wind out of you, pressing a kiss against you in a silent apology.

“Mesh’la, moonbeam.” Ezra’s distorted voice compliments, his hands palming the swell of Din’s ass as he starts a slow and steady pace.

Both of them are already close, the build up that Ezra had inside you and that Din had with his fist making things go a little faster than normal despite the slow tempo. Ezra leans down, looming over both of you, the cool beskar sending a shock through Din as it touches his bare back. The helmet that obscures his best features no longer muffles his sounds and praises and, as is so often the case, he’s sure to make up for his earlier lack of words.

“I’m almost sorry for our little gem, I was unable to offer my praises for just how perfect it felt. It’s our duty to ensure we express our sincerest compliments the next time either of us is allowed entrance.”

Then:

“You’re the most precious gems I’ve ever harvested, I could gaze upon your transcendental beauty for hours. Oh moonbeam… I’m ever grateful that you permitted me the chance to see beneath your hard exterior.”

And:

“If I was a gem you'd ruin me, moonbeam, clenching so tight around me I'd turn to goo before you could reap the reward.”

“I think turning you to goo is exactly the goal, cyare.” You smile, “It’s certainly my aim for you both most nights.”

Din groans against your skin, his hands squeezing at your sides, his sounds turning garbled the closer Ezra pushes him. The beskar helmet comes to rest between his shoulder blades, gruff and distorted moans escaping as Ezra’s hips piston.

You can’t see either of their faces like this, but you can feel every twitch of Din’s muscles, see the way his body shifts beneath your lovers’ ministrations. The armour hides most of Ezra from you too, but the movement of his back - each and every breath - is visible. The three of you rocking against each other, together, harmonious… All their weight pushing you down… The soft warmth of you and Din and the sturdy chill of Ezra’s covered form…

“Gedet’ye…” Din gasps.

“Me'copaani?” You ask, knowing exactly what he wants, but needing to ask.

“Olaror,” he whines, “Me’suum’ika…”

Ezra groans low, "Pakod, riduur. Tome..."

“Tome…” He nods, “Gedet’ye…”

You pull Din’s face to yours, kissing him hard before pressing your forehead to Ezra’s, whispering “elek…”

They both hear you, and, with quiet permission granted and one final thrust of Ezra’s hips, the men come apart above you.

Ezra’s hands clutch Din’s hips tightly, pulling him down and holding him in place, ensuring every drop lands deep, the mandalorian’s pliable form spasms against you, painting both of your stomachs.

They remain still for a moment, catching their breath. You lift the helmet from Ezra’s head, setting it on the small shelf behind you - for Din’s ease and comfort when you wake. You cup both men’s cheeks in your hands, taking in their similarly wrecked expressions.

“Ner ka’ra…” You smile. “You’re so beautiful.”

Din smiles dopily, already on the edges of sleep, wrapping his arms around you tightly. Ezra slips out of him with a shuddering breath, then leans forward a little to kiss you properly.

He retreats, grabbing a cloth from the fresher, wetting it quickly before returning, handing it to you. You gently clean yourself and Din as Ezra leaves you again, hastily tucked into his pants so he can check on the kid and set you off into hyperspace before the three of you sleep for a few hours.

When he returns, he removes the armour and sets it in its usual spot in the hold along with all of your clothes. It’s habitual, making sure everything is in its place and easy to find, years of prospecting in the company of unsavoury characters enforcing a need to check he had all his belongings with just a quick sweep of his tent.

“Guess it’s my turn to wear that next time?” You smile, feeling Din’s chest rumble against your own, a low groan against your sternum.

“I’m not sure our mandalorian could take it, gem.” Ezra grins at the sight of him pressed against you sleepily. Seeing his two favourite humans completely worn out because of him never fails to raise a smile.

“Cuun mesh’la Mando’ad.” You turn Din’s face to yours, kissing him softly.

“Cyare’se…” He hums, content, shifting even closer to you to make the most room for Ezra at his back.

The next modifications you make to the ship are definitely going to include installing a bigger bed.

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Translations:

Gedet’ye - please k'uur - Hush udesiir - to relax, to rest, to be peaceful elek - yes cuun - our Copaanir - want Me'copaani? - what do you want Olaror - to come Pakod, riduur. Tome… - easy, husband. together… Cuun mesh’la Mando’ad - our beautiful mandalorian Cyare’se - loved ones

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