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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.7)

Warnings: 18+, masturbation f and m, leather kink if ya squint, tiiiny bit of breeding kink, listening to spicy sounds without permission (consent is sexy folks) also gif not mine

Pairing: Mando x reader

Previous Ch. Summary: The Mandalorian has just had to hold you down to put bacta ointment on you...and you both get a little more out of that experiance than you expected.

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You slipped your hands below your underwear and felt how wet you had become. It was dangerous what that man could do to you without even meaning to. You reached your other hand up and rolled your nipple under your bra between your fingers, pinching it, you gave a deep moan and began to circle your clit.

You replayed how you writhed against him, but his large hand was never moved, splayed across your hip.

The complete submission you felt when you opened your mouth to accept his glove.

How his thick fingers had dipped into the pot of ointment and came out covered…

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How before he left you saw the faint outline of his cock hardening under his pants. Even from just that quick look you knew he was big.

You were grabbing desperately at your tits now, nipples red from the friction, you had continued the circles around your clit, never quite touching it…thinking it would be too much for you to handle.

Quick pants mixed with moans were falling from your lips as your back arched off the bed and you threw your head back.

Back in the cockpit, the Mandalorian had his cock in his hands. The tip was red-leaking with precum. He smeared it with his thumb, and stroked his cock more and more frantically as he remembered what it felt like to have you writhing around under him. The swell of your breasts and the soft pants you let out…

If he were more clear headed he would have felt bad. You had such a good heart. Just here to care for the kid. So caring. So…motherly…something in him burst. A flash of an image of you round with his child in you. The long nights buried balls deep in you it would have taken to make you that way. How your breasts would swell even bigger than they already were…

Maker…

He threw his head back and came. Deep, guttural moans coming from his lips as under his helmet his eyes screwed up tight and his jaw went slack.

When he had cleaned himself up he realized he had left you alone for a while. He decided to check on your vitals from the cockpit monitor, just to ensure the bacta had taken effect and you were able to get some rest.

He switched on the monitoring system and the audio began to work…-the cockpit was filled with quiet, ragged gasps. At first he thought you were in pain…but then- you moaned, a strangled moan, just about to cum. He felt his cock twitch and start to harden again.

He shouldn’t have kept listening, but he did. He didn’t touch himself again though…he was hoping you would do that for him later. After you took care of yourself first, of course.

After listening to you cum and hearing your shallow breaths soften…he stood. Incredibly, painfully hard again already. Pants tight, he opened the cockpit door and stalked over to, once again, stand in the doorframe, looking down at you. This time not trying to conceal the effect you had on him.

Dizzy with pleasure. You look over and to your surprise you see him standing in the doorway. You smirk as your eyes rake over him and stop at his hard-on. You do the only thing you can in your wreked state…you let out a needy moan and look up at the man towering over you.

“And to think you wanted to kill me…” he chuckled darkly down at you as he began to unstrap his chestplate…

Stay tuned for the next chapter...

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.6)

Warnings: 18+, injuries, mando holds you down, masturbation (f and m), leather kink if ya squint, gif not mine

Pairing Mando x reader

Previous Ch Summary: You have been beat up pretty badly trying to stay with the Kid, your rib is broken and you're left helpless outside the facility they are keeping the Child in. The Mandalorian comes back for you both and is now treating your broken rib as you lay in his bed.

“Your right side, yes?” He asked softly.

You smiled at him, nodding appreciatively, you undid the blanket and propped yourself up a bit on your elbows.

“I…I can’t-“ you struggle with how to say your range of motion has been decreased so much that you can’t undo the fastenings on your tight shirt. He understands. Wordlessly undoing each fastening and easing you out of them until you’re laying in just your bra and pants looking up at the ceiling.

You turn your head a bit to the side and down and watch him study your bruised side. He places the cream on the floor and takes his right glove off. Leaving it down at the edge of the bed.

Your chest heaves as his pointer and middle finger reach into the pot of cream and come out wet. They are strong looking and thick-maybe it was the sleep deprivation getting to you but seeing them together, and covered in-

Your thighs clenched together.

He places the pads of his fingers on the edge of your extending bruise and you yelp. At the noise he looks up at you. You see the reflection of yourself in his dark visor.

Maker, is that what you look like? Positively wrecked, tits heaving-hmm, you looked good for feeling like you could die any second,

You start to chuckle at your situation but your stomach moving against where his fingers are trying to rub the cream in makes an incredible pain shoot through you.

He looks at you straight in the eyes, all you can see is your almost naked reflection, but you stare back.

“This is going to hurt, but I need you to stay as still as possible, the quicker I can get this on the better. Bite down.” Distracted by your own image you didn’t realize he was holding his discarded leather glove out in front of your lips.

“Open.”

You physically have to fight the urge to moan at the command. But you open your mouth and bite down on the rolled up glove. You can feel yourself getting wet. Stars, (y/n), get your mind out of the gutter, he’s just applying-

A firm hand holds down your left hip. The pressure is exhilarating. Until you realize why he’s doing it. Too keep you from twisting around when he-

His left hand makes quick work of rubbing in the cool cream. Shockwaves of pain shoot through you and you fight against the hand holding your hip to the bed, trying to get away from it. After what felt like forever, of writhing around, he takes his hands off of you.

“The ointment needs a few minutes to soak in and maybe then you can get sleep."

He said without looking back up at your face, gingerly placing the blanket back over you. Not-you notice-trying to put your shirt back on, though.

As he stands you look up at him, his glove still between your lips…beads of sweat starting on your brow, still panting from the fight you put up.

He swallows, hoping you don’t hear.

He bends down and takes the glove from your mouth.

“I’ll see you in the morning” he says gruffly

“Thank you.” You say up to him. He turns and leaves without acknowledging it.

The Mandalorian walks towards the cockpit. He’s hoped beyond hope she hadn’t just seen the large bulge in his pants.

The cockpit, the only other place he can think to go where he could have some privacy, the only other place apart from his bedroom, where a shirtless woman is laying. Where he had just…put his hands all over her.

And did her thighs press together when he asked her to bite down on his glove, or was he imagining it?

He slumps down in the pilot’s chair and groans. His pants are tight and uncomfortable. He takes off his other glove and throws it on the command center with the other one…he gets distracted by how the other one still has her teeth marks on it…and some of her spit…

His head falls forward with a moan as he palms the tight fabric containing his rapidly hardening cock.

He clicks a button that shuts the door behind him.

Back in his bed your side begins to go numb. It’s bliss not being able to feel the rib anymore. But it lets you focus on other-more pressing feelings…

Like the hot throbbing of your pussy. You slide a hand down under your pants, just running a finger over your underwear feels like heaven. You gasp at how pent up you are.

You realize you hadn’t touched yourself since you stayed at the valley, sharing a small house with the old man hadn’t amounted to having much-private time. This was long overdue.

You replayed how you writhed against him, but his large hand was never moved, splayed across your hip.

The complete submission you felt when you opened your mouth to accept his glove.

How his thick fingers had dipped into the pot of ointment and came out covered…

Now I know you wanna keep reading, here you go.

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.5)

Warnings: Okay I KNOW what I said before but trust me I've got a treat coming with the next one. Good quality spicy time on the way but not in this one. Just genre-typical injuries and language. Some pining Mando Also gif not mine.

Pairing: Mando x reader

Previous Ch. Summary: In an attempt to stop the Mandalorian from harming the Child, you fight, he knocks you unconcious. Realizing why you were trying to stop him after finding the Child, he carries you back to Kuiil. But all you know is you wake up on a strange ship, in a strange bed, with a Mandalorian standing over you.

You open your eyes and you’re staring at a metal ceiling. Your memories failing to come back to you right away you try and get your bearings. A prison? No…you check yourself for restraints but there are none. Instead you find a soft blanket and some ointment on the bruises littering your limbs. You hear a hiss of a ramp door being opened. Oh that sound was so familiar to you, from your days before the valley.

You were on a ship.

You almost let out a shriek as the Mandalorian appears in the doorway. The memory of the fight comes back to you.

You were on his ship. You jump to stand but your head spins, you fall back, sitting on the bed.

“Why am I here?” You ask, as demandingly as you can while still grimacing at your pounding head.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. We’re still in the valley. You had been unconscious for hours…and Kuiil was getting worried. We decided to move you up here where the ship could keep track of your vitals.”

“Why are you helping me? I attacked you.”

“I know.” He answered simply…you could have sworn you heard a smile in his voice.

“So? What happened?”

“I found the Child. I know you just wanted to protect him.”

“He’s alive?” You said, maybe it was whatever was in this ointment but you felt like you could cry.

“I won’t harm him, but I do have a job to do.”

“I won’t let you take him!” You said weakly. He didn’t answer but you imagined he was raising his eyebrows at you. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway, watching as you stood, woozy and unbalanced to look him in the eyes.

“Fine. I can’t stop you from taking him to whoever paid you…obviously,” you gestured to your many injuries, he tilted his helmet, listening,

“But I won’t leave his side.”

You thought he would protest. Escort you off the ship. But he said nothing.

“I don’t have an extra bed. You’ll have to sleep on the floor of the cockpit.” He said as he turned to walk away.

Your eyes went wide. Were you really going out into the world again? After all this time? But what other choice did you have?

You packed your things with Kuiil, explaining everything to him. After a teary goodbye (in private, of course, there was no way you would let that stoic metal-man see you like this), you left the lovely and now peaceful valley, and boarded the Razor Crest.

You dropped your bag on an empty looking corner and followed the pilot into the cockpit. Wordless, he situated the Child on one passenger seat and you took the other, he sat, expertly flipped some switches and without warning launched into space, looked between the two:

The sleeping child and the man who barely said a word.

This was going to be interesting.

------------------------ He didn’t speak to you except for basic commands, “Don’t sleep there.” “Get the Child.” “Time to land.” The Mandalorian had dropped the Child off with the buyer, taken the reward, you were furious, you had insisted you stay behind.

The buyer agreed but as soon as the towering soldier had left, Storm Troopers threw you out of the building. You were no match for them.

You banged on the door desperate to be let in for hours into the night. You were so tired, and all you wanted was to know if the kid was alright.

That’s when he came back. Slumped against the door you had just been thrown out of, nursing your most likely broken rib, eyes…just giving up on staying open…you felt strong arms wrap around you.

One arm under your knees, the other supporting your head…you remembered the feeling of his leather gloves digging in to your skin when he had been sitting behind you on the blurrg-mount. In your delirium you sighed, feeling, somehow, so utterly protected.

He gingerly placed you down in his bed. “Stay here.” He whispered softly to your sleeping form. “I’ll get the kid, then let’s get out of here.”

He pulled the blankets over you and shut the door.

You had fallen into a much-needed sleep. You hadn’t slept since being unconscious and that was what? Four days ago? The ship was monitoring your vitals and would alert The Mandalorian if anything went bad while he was out.

He returned with the Child and took off. The Razor Crest now in space, and any ship tailing them having been long since blown out of the sky, he felt safe enough to go back to check on you.

Of course he didn’t need to. He could pull up all your vitals on his comm or his ship or even his helmet…but…he wanted to.

He didn’t want to admit it, but your sleeping form was such a sight. Your hair and how it draped over your strong shoulders, the curve of your chest as you breathed long and slow, how your lips parted slightly when your face was this relaxed…

He shuddered with a sharp intake of breath as he leaned against the doorway, looking down at you. The sound of his metal pauldron hitting the door frame made you stir.

You moved for the first time in hours, and yelped at the sharp pain in your side. Your rib. Oh you had forgotten!

“My side” you got out through breaths of pain.

He sprung into action going to get some bacta ointment from his first aid kit he kept…somewhere. He rummaged through things.

“Mandalorian?” He heard you call meekly from around the corner. He realized he hadn’t said what he was doing. “Here!” he called back. He would have to work on that. He was so used to being on his own, never having to explain what he was doing, in most cases, he was safter when he didn’t explain what he was up to. “I’m just getting you some bacta cream, it will absorb into the skin quickly. It’s like a-“

“Heh I know what Bacta is, Mandalorian.” You almost laugh from the other room, but it’s too painful.

“You know what Bacta is?” He appears in the doorway once again, repeating your words back to you. Wondering how a girl of your age seemed so comfortable with military-grade first aid.

“mhmm” you answer. You could tell he was intrigued, but you’d leave that for another time. He bent down on a knee at your bedside.

You liked him curious.

The next chapter gets spiiiiicy, wanna read it?

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.4)

Warnings: Language, Violence (blasters, knockout, and hand to hand combat), also gif not mine

Pairing: Mando x reader (I knowww, it's not spicy yet, but you've got to fight him first...they're will be spice in the next one)

Previous Ch Summary: Preparing to fight the Mandalorian in an attempt to stop him from bringing harm to the child, you get flustered talking to him at the farm. But that moment is over as soon as you realize it's now or never, you've got to face him.

“Come on now, you’re a Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. I’m sure you can handle this foal.” It was only after saying that up to the dark visor of the helmet that you realized how in awe you sounded. I mean why shouldn’t you be? All those stories when you were a kid? How could you not feel…just a bit like you were meeting a fairytale hero…Oh shut up, you thought to yourself, don’t go all soft for the guy who’s gonna kill you tomorrow.

The Mandalorian turned and went back to practicing. About a half hour later he finally mounts the blurrg and it doesn’t throw him. Kuiil decides he’s ready.

Kuiil sets up his mount as the Mandalorian checks something on his blaster before hopping on his blurrg. You’re amazed at how comfortable he looks all of a sudden, as if he’s been doing it all his life. You look to Kuiil, realizing it might be the last time you see him. Knowing you’ve been betraying him all this time, stopping all these bounty hunters…your heart sinks lower than it ever has. The back of your neck goes hot with anger at yourself. Why did it have to end like this? You had everything, you had peace in your life, and you just had to get involved and ruin it! You want to apologize to Kuiil before he goes…but you can’t think of an excuse as to why you would be apologizing.

“Have a safe journey, my friend.” You say, smiling, getting a little misty eyed, looking up at the kind man.

“See you soon, my child.” He turns his mount and the Mandalorian follows. Your happy face falls to a frown as the two of them turn their backs fully to you.

Your jaw stiffens, you take a deep breath and look up, eyes narrowing

It’s time.

You run back to the barn, sling your bag over your shoulder and arm yourself. You put reins on your favorite young blurrg and set out. You take the shortcut you have mapped out on all these rides you’ve been going on recently. You reach a part you’re familiar with, this is where you killed the first bounty hunter. You dismount your blurg and tie her to a rock, loose enough if you never make it back she’ll be able to pull herself free within the hour. She’d find her way home. You pat her on the nose and she pants at you. You tell her to stay and put your finger to your lips. She quiets obediently. You’d miss her.

You hide

“That is where you’ll find your quarry.” You hear a rustling of credits. “Please. You deserve this.”

Oh, he was trying to pay Kuiil. You shook your head, that would never happen. You chuckle. Grateful for the many things Kuiil had given you freely, never accepting anything in return. A cot, a job, training in mechanics through coaching you on repairs around the farm, a friend…

You miss most of the rest of their conversation, consumed by your own thoughts, you hear a blurrg leaving which snaps you out of it. Kuiil would be long gone in a few minutes.

From your hiding place you hear the Mandalorian dismount, setting his blurrg free. He slings his Amban Rifle from his shoulder into his right hand and climbs up a rock, lowering himself to the ground with one arm he looks through the scope, eyeing the guard set-up of the encampment.

This is it, you think, now or never. You have to at least try to stop him. Adrenaline coursing through you making you buzz with energy, yet somehow keeping your actions laser focused, you leap up to an overhang and grab on, swinging yourself up to the ledge.

Now you’re looking down on the Mandalorian, still looking through his scope at the encampment in the distance. You stand. Legs apart, hips facing your target, steadied by one foot placed slightly out of line with the other, just like you were taught back in the old days. Quietly, you unclip your blaster, aim with both hands at the unarmored nape of his neck, you can’t afford to miss this shot and you pull the-

Whoosh

You dodge as the blast skims your right ear. How quickly did that man turn around? He’s laying on his back, rifle pointed up you, ready to shoot again.

You shoot, not aiming well, just so he doesn’t first. He rolls to the side to dodge it and you jump down on him from the rocky platform, to land you have to let go of your blaster. He tries to stand but you knee his arm up at a painful angle. He groans and tries to push you off him. You grab hold of his belt and try to pull his smaller blaster off it, hoping to arm yourself with something. He grabs your arm and twists it, in pain you let go of the small gun, it goes flying.

You adjust to the angle your arm is being held at and wind up, with your free arm you come down on the unarmored bit between his shoulder and his helmet with your elbow. He contorts in pain, but as he’s still holding your arm the two of your lose your balance on the small rocky platform and you’re both sent rolling down the ledge and back into the sandy valley he had just come from.

When you recover from the fall you both jump to your feet. Your blasters left up above, it’s hand to hand from here on out.

“Why are you doing this?”

You would love to answer better but all you can muster, out of breath and panting, is: “Don’t hurt him.”

Confused by your answer the bounty hunter doesn’t react right away when you come at him with a roundhouse kick. It hits him and he groans, steadying himself. You smirk. Your legs have always been your best weapons.

But you get ahead of yourself, a fist lands on your shoulder and you hear a pop. You throw a punch blind with pain, it’s poorly placed, he grabs it and pulls you by your outstretched arm into his next punch, right to the side of your head. Your eyes are the first to go. Everything turns fuzzy.

Then just darkness.

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.3)

Warnings: Mild Language, physical contact (non-violent), mentions of killing, aIso the gif isn't mine

Pairing: Mando x reader (the 18+ content starts later, this is, again just a real long introduction between you two...we'll get to the spicy stuff soon I promise)

Previous Chapter Summary: Dead set on stopping any bounty hunter from harming the Child, you're faced with ending up having to fight the Mandalorian. A task you are dreading. But in the mean time, you can't let Kuiil know your secret plan and must help him train the warrior to ride a blurrg.

“A bounty hunter” you confirm, looking over at him. He nods. You hoped he couldn’t hear the shake in your voice. How were you going to stop this one?

“Thank you” the voice that came from under the helmet was deep, earthy. You had to take a second to process how sincere that statement sounded.

You were about to get him as far from this place as possible, give him some bad directions or something, but Kuiil, worried by the sounds of the Blurrg fight, was right on your tail.

He saw the blinking tracking fob you were still holding and looked down at the Mandalorian.

“We will help you.”

The bounty hunter looked up at him, about to stand in protest, but Kuiil shut that notion down with his simple yet, somehow always effective, “I have spoken”

You smirked remembering the first time you had heard him say that. In a situation not too dissimilar to this. Oh god…but you were no Mandalorian. This legendary thing before you…he was supposed to be the best of the best. The most resilient, well equipped fighters in the land. How were you supposed to stop him? This would be a hard fight. This could be a deadly fight. Oh Maker, what had you gotten yourself into?

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Kuiil gesturing towards you.

“I’m sorry?” you asked, realizing you had completely zoned out.

“I said he will ride with you.” He explained.

“Um. What?” you blurted out. Blurrgs were definitely not made to accommodate a second rider…let alone one as…you glanced down at the armored man…let alone one as broad as that.

“It will be a short ride. And there are near invisible ravine openings in the land here that only the blurrgs raised in this valley can avoid. It is like the map is etched in their mind.” He explained to the bounty hunter, sounding quite proud of his animals. Normally you would have smiled quietly at this, finding the old man sweet. At this point he felt like a grandfather to you.

But you couldn’t focus on that because the bounty hunter had hopped on behind you and to balance had to press his firm chest-plate up against your back. “You better hold on, Mandalorian,” you said gruffly, really not loving this situation. You weren’t ready for this. You had to train more, get back into the swing of things. Oh what were you on about? Even at your best, you would have never been able to beat a Mandalorian. You were going to die. You were straight up just…going to die. Maker. Shit.

You really hoped he didn’t have some mind-reading tech programmed into that helmet of his. Oh but he definitely has a pulse sensor.

Realizing this, you focused on your breathing. Slow intakes of breath cooled you down. You tried to put your frantic thoughts out of your mind and focus on…something real. Something tangible. The familiar hopping of the blurrg, and the rough rope reins in your hands, and the strong arms around your waist-

Wait…what?

You had been so caught up in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed when the bounty hunter, obeying your command, had wrapped his arms fully around you. You weren’t small by any means, with a decent build and muscular core, but his armored forearms dwarfed your waist…

Though you were moderately successful at keeping your heartrate down for the rest of the ride back to the farm, you couldn’t help but let a blush creep onto your cheeks whenever the bounty hunter would tighten his arms around you at a particularly high jump or how at the landing he would kind of jostle into you and mutter something like a sorry as his leather-clad fingers dug into you.

As you all dismounted in front of the farm-house Kuiil commented bluntly on the Mandalorian’s shaky-looking riding skills. He said we would have to train him before he would be able to reach the encampment.

It was hilarious to watch. Seeing the Mandalorian being thrown from the blurrg time and again. You leaned your elbows on the fence, giggling a bit when he would jump at the charging animal. You thought he didn’t hear you but on maybe the fourth time you laughed at him his helmet turned and made…well not eye contact exactly, but you could tell he was staring pointedly.

You put your hands up in protest. “I’m sorry! But it’s a little funny.” You say through a laugh. He walked over to you. Oh, shit, did you overstep? “I don’t have time for this. Do you have a Landspeeder or a Speeder bike I could hire?” he says, annoyed. He’s standing face to face with you now, only the bar of the fence between you. You realize just how tall he is. He looks down at you and tilts his helmet to the side, you realize you hadn’t answered him yet.

“No. We don’t, sorry. Come on now, you’re a Mandalorian! Your ancestors rode the great Mythosaur. I’m sure you can handle this foal.”

It was only after saying that up to the dark visor of the helmet that you realized how in awe you sounded.

I mean why shouldn’t you be? All those stories when you were a kid? How could you not feel…just a bit like you were meeting a fairytale hero…Oh shut up, you thought to yourself, don’t go all soft for the guy who’s gonna kill you in a few hours.

Go on babe, read the next chapter.

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Masterlist

Started: 2/16/2021

Last Updated: 2/18 /2021

Total Works: 7

Din Djarin

Series:

Adventure: Ch.1 // Ch.2 // Ch.3 // Ch.4 // Ch.5 // Ch.6 // Ch.7 // ...

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welikethoseoddslove · 2 years

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.2)

Warnings: Violence, blasters, hand to hand combat, you shoot a blaster into someone's head, mentions of people wanting to kill the Grogu

Pairing: Mando x reader (the good mando content will start soon I promise, introductions happen at the end of this story, this is a longer set up than I thought I needed but it was 4 am and I get rambly when I'm tired)

Previous Chapter Summary: You have just realized what they are guarding in the encampment in your valley. A child. Some kid that important people are after. You have been helping Kuiil lead bounty hunters to find him and you feel sick thinking what they could have done to the poor green thing. You decide to do something about it.

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You had to tell Kuiil. You couldn’t let any more bounty hunters know about this place. As far as you two should be concerned it didn’t exist. You snuck out of the place the same way you snuck in and lept onto your bluurg mount, clicking commands at him to carry you as fast as he could over the rocky terrain. But as you rode up to the farm as the sun was peaking over the ridge, you could see Kuiil already speaking with another bounty hunter. You hid your bag behind the shed, unstrapped your various weapons on you and buried them under some hay, tied the bluurg up and walked around to the front of the house. Kuiil didn’t look at you strangely, he must have just thought you had been taking the young bluurg out for a training ride.

This bounty hunter wasn’t like the rest. A Trandoshan with her lizard-like face and mouth full of sharp teeth. You greeted her at the door in a slightly more diplomatic way than you had greeted the previous bounty hunters, but inside you were terrified. This one could actually succeed, you thought to yourself as Kuiil sent her on her way, motioning to where the bluurgs were tied to a post, offering for her to take one. She did and she set off.

Kuiil looked so happy. “She will return, I am sure of it.” He spoke, easing himself into his chair. He sounded so content. The furrow in his brow was relaxed.

You couldn’t tell him. You didn’t know how to break it to him that there was something more sinister going on here. Someone was trying, very hard, to kill a CHILD. Some plot that would surely erupt in a big fire-fight. So much destruction was coming to this poor man’s valley. You couldn’t tell him, you decided, you’d have to deal with this on your own.

With a shout to Kuiil you ran out the door, saying something about the new young bluurg kept bucking you off and you decided he needed a longer ride to get used to having someone on his back, you’d be back in a few hours.

Running to the back of the shed you strapped on your weapons, hauled the go-bag across your shoulder and hopped on the bluurg. You were going to stop this bounty hunter. Whatever it took.

She was a hard fight. Vicious. And you were out of practice too. But she was slow. Relying on brute force more than tactics, and, you were pleased to realize, you had a few decent moves committed to muscle memory. You swept her leg and she landed on her back with a wheeze. “What is your mission?!” You commanded. She snarled up at you. Your voice went low and scary. You were surprised it even did that anymore. “Termination or Recovery?” you insisted. She squinted up at you, trying to figure out your game. She could read your worried face. “Soft.” She spat. So, termination. She was here to kill the kid. Monster, you thought. She went to bit ate your leg that was pinning her to the ground. You loaded your blaster and ---- Dead. You closed your eyes as shook with a sigh. You never got used to taking a life.

You did this to the next bounty hunter. And the next. And the next.

You wondered if they’d ever stop. If you’d have to keep doing this. Maybe the encampment would move. That would be good, right? Take the baby far away. Far enough out of your reach you wouldn’t feel like protecting him was your responsibility.

You had taken to early-morning rides with the bluurg, just so Kuiil wouldn’t’ get suspicious that your rides were coinciding with whenever the bounty hunters got here.

You were out on one of these rides when you heard a growl. A wild bluurg. Then a thud. And a growl. But this time not from a blurg, from…well it sounded almost human. You came around the bend and were met with the sight of a Mandalorian, all muddy and beat up, beskar tearing, with his arm stuck in a wild bluurg’s mouth. You let out a low laugh to yourself. The first time you meet a warrior of legend and he’s being eaten by…well…what is to you the equivalent of a horse.

You sigh, supposing you should help him.

For now, you thought darkly, remembering the pact you had made with yourself. No one touches the kid. You quickly shoot a tranquilizing dart at it, and at the next one that comes to charge him.

You ride over to him as he struggles to get his arm out from the collapsed blurrg's mouth. You see the tracking fob laying a few feet away. You hop off your mount and walk over to grab it.

"A bounty hunter." you confirm, looking over at him. He nods. You hoped he couldn't hear the shake in your voice. How were you going to stop this one?

Come now, you have time for one more fic, read the next chapter...

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Adventure (A Din x reader story pt.1)

Rating: PG (for now, this is just the set up folks)

Warnings: None (tell me if this is incorrect please)

Pairing: Mando x reader (the good mando content starts ch2 and is in all the rest of the chapters, I promise)

You worked for your keep at Kuiil’s farm. A kind Ugnaught who had worked a lifetime to be free of servitude. His farm was his haven, but one he was happy to share with guests as long as they kept out of trouble. And that’s what you needed.

A quiet place.

Away from trouble.

Where there were no more adventures.

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This is the story of your most extraordinary adventure.

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You were having a nice time here at the farm. You even learned to ride the blurrgs, how to corral them into a pen, how to gain one’s trust so you could feed them without getting your arm bitten off (some scratches on the side of their nose was always a good option, especially with the young ones).

You realized, standing in the main pen one morning, having just emptied the water troughs, turning to great the sunrise, stretching your arms up, basking in the warmth, that you were almost…almost relaxed.

I mean that must be it, your heart was slowed, you hadn’t looked over your shoulder in…you didn’t know how long. You felt at where your traps connected to your neck, for years these muscles had been tight and sore. But you didn’t wince at your firm grip massaging your neck. It felt…it felt nice. You smiled a bit to yourself.

Yes, you thought, this is exactly what you nee-CRASH

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After exploring with Kuiil to see what the sound was you found that a group of Nikto had begun to populate some kind of old fort building about an hour’s ride from the farm. The encampment was rusty, not much care was being put into it, and they always had guards on watch.

Kuiil was comforted by the fact they hadn’t brought much with them, just basic weapons and rations for the guards. Nothing like an army.

His farm was safe.

So it wasn’t an invasion…but what was it?

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Your question was answered when a poorly equipped bounty hunter, a human with light hair and a false sense of courage, arrived at your doorstep a few weeks later. You opened the door and stared him down, inches from his face until he backed up a step. You nodded and tilted your head a bit and Kuiil stepped out the door after you, encouraging him to explain himself to the shorter one. He talked of some asset he’s been sent to find. This must be what they’re guarding. You looked across at Kuiil, wondering how you were going to play this. You knew he didn’t want trouble, should you just let him go without any information? Tell him there was nothing on this planet for miles?

He must have been thinking the same thing. He locked eyes with you a moment, thinking. Then spoke up to the bounty hunter.

“I will help you.”

You turned, not even trying to hide your confusion. Kuill explained, mostly to you. “I have lived here in peace for much time. That encampment is small. If you can remove what they are guarding, they will leave. There may be trouble for a while, but eventually, there will again be peace in my valley.”

You sighed, supposing he made sense. But the easily intimidated blond sitting at your dining table looking worriedly between the two of you didn’t give you much reassurance. You were about to say something but Kuill put his hand up.

“I have spoken.”

Well that’s that then, he’s decided, you thought, having heard this many times before.

That bounty hunter died.

And the next.

Eventually , you started to wonder…what was someone so desperate to find?

You lay in your cot that night, trying to fall asleep. But you just couldn’t stop thinking about it. What were those guards guarding? You furrowed your brow and bit your lip…thinking…wait- This place wasn’t just guarded well.

This fort, by your calculations could probably be held by maybe 10-15 men, less if you were in a pinch. But this place…you tried to count from the visual you had pulled up in your brain from that day, crouching behind the high rock top. 35? 40? 50?!

This didn’t make sense. What could be so valuable. Some weapon?

Nevermind, go to sleep, you’ll talk to Kuiil about it tomorrow.

But you couldn’t sleep. Something in you was making your heart race and your lips curve up into a smile.

Oh god, (y/n), you idiot.

A mystery. You had found a mystery. A little bit of adventure in your new, domestic life…and it excited you. You never thought you’d crave it after all those hard, terrifying years. The rush of adrenaline. The unknown. And you thought you didn’t. But now…now…you did. Oh you really did.

Before you knew it you were silently packing a go bag. Some weapons you had stashed when you first got to the farm all those months ago, a bite of food for the road, a navigator. You checked Kuiil was sleeping soundly and creeped out the front door. You harnessed a blurrg and set off on your way. You’d be back by sunrise.

You were expecting to find something dangerous. Something worth destroying so no one could ever use it. That was your plan: Blow up the damn thing.

Exciting right?

Looking back on it you probably would have agreed the plan could have used a little fine-tuning.

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You didn’t find something worth destroying. You found something...someone…that looking into its big, young eyes…you realized you would do anything to protect.

Go on, read the next chapter, love.

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