#STOW AWAY

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 7: Sleep Talking

Jo is struggling with the fact that Mando is beginning to open up and get closer to her. Conflicted about opening up herself Mando leaves for an overnight excursion, leaving Grogu in her capable hands. After a long day, Jo falls into a deep sleep. Little does she know, she talks in her sleep.

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, sleepy sex, light dom/sub vibes, aftercare

Warnings: Canon Violence, flirting, threats, nightmares, crying, questionable consent at first but quickly becomes consent (consent is sexy), somnophilia, cock warming, PIV, gentle choking, possessive, creampie

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A/N

Writing this chapter has been a wild ride. I rewrote it entirely, twice. Edited more times than I can count, but I think I am finally satisfied. Also another update on AO3, I think I have finally decided to start cross-posting my work. I just have to figure out how. Its gonna be great. Can't wait to see y'all next week!

Enjoy!

Everything changed after that night on Lothal. Mando became more relaxed around her. He would roam the ship while in deep space wearing nothing but his flight suit, slightly undone, and his helmet. When they would eat, if he was seated before her, he would begin lifting his helmet before she could turn away. Jo could have sworn she had caught a glimpse of his scruffy jaw once, but she would never admit it. He had explained the extent of his Creed to her, and she respected it. Just because she respected it didn't mean she had to like it.

Mando also began to engage with Jo more. He would start conversations with her, asking her questions about her life. He also grew into the habit of touching her more. A hand on her thigh whenever they were seated next to each other, a gentle hand on her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. What really shocked her though, was this morning’s interaction.

“Where did you grow up?” he asked after lowering his helmet back down from eating his breakfast. Jo took a beat before responding. She hadn't told anyone about her childhood, and she still wasn't ready to. Not yet. She opted for the safest route.

“I was born on Naboo.”

“Hmm…" his gaze was fixed on her, making her feel as though she was about to be interrogated, or that he might pry further, instead he gave a simple nod at her answer, "makes sense.”

“What does?”

“Nabooian women are always beautiful.”

She froze mid-bite, the anxiety of confrontation melted away, and she smiled.

Is he flirting with me?

She abandoned the bite and cleared her throat. “What about you? Where were you born?”

“Aq Vetina.”

“Not Mandalore?”

“No, I was a foundling, taken in by a Mandalorian warrior during the Clone Wars.”

“I had no idea.”

“It’s okay. I don’t talk about it with people, but you’re special.”

Jo’s cheeks turned pink at his words and a small well of guilt opened in the pit of her stomach. He was willing to be transparent with her, yet she couldn't do the same for him. A silence fell between them and he stood up to collect the plates as usual, this time she stood as well instead of handing him her plate. They both entered the galley, and dispensed with the plates. He moved to pass behind her, or at least that's what Jo thought he was going to do. Instead he placed his hands on her hips and pressed against her ass.

"Don't think for a moment that what we did was a one time thing, sweet girl." His voice was deliciously low and close to her ear. "Soon."

Jo’s heart nearly stopped. She leaned hard against the counter in front of her which caused the Mandalorian pause.

“You good?” he teased, pulling her tighter against him.

A meek, “Mhmm,” was all she could muster.

He lingered a moment longer, she couldn’t see it but knew he was smirking. He knew exactly what he was doing. He had desperately wished he could have fucked her again after that night on Lothal, but there had been no opportunities. The bounties had been particularly difficult and their break on Takodana had put him behind.

He finally moved on to preparing to leave for the hunt and she followed after collecting herself. He strapped his rifle to his back and turned to face her before leaving. She expected some kind of instructions to be given. Something along the lines of ‘stay on the ship’ or ‘don’t be seen’ but instead he reached out and pulled her against him.

His arms wrapped tight around her waist. It took her a moment to realize what was happening, but her arms were already instinctually around his shoulders. He squeezed her tight to his chest, and she hugged his shoulders tighter. They stayed like this for a moment, her head resting on his shoulder. Breathing in his aroma, and letting the memory of him imprint on her. He pulled back slightly, his gaze fixed on her through the visor. She stared back at him, searching for eyes she knew she would never see. He finally broke the silence.

"Close your eyes."

"What?"

"Close them. I won't say it again."

She did as she was told and closed them. The familiar hiss of his helmet depressurizing filled her senses as she realized what was happening. He cradled her face in his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. He hadn't kissed her since that night. He hadn't done anything like this since that night. She happily sank into the kiss and out of her mind. This kiss was different than last time, sweet and soft, not as desperate as before. They finally parted and he put the helmet back on. She opened her eyes and looked at the Mandalorian.

“I’ll be gone overnight,” he spoke softly. “Feel free to explore the village, just keep yourself hidden.” A hand brushed a stray hair behind her ear. “Especially your hair.” He walked off the ship and stopped at the end of the ramp to turn back, “Also, you’re welcome to my bunk tonight.”

“Be safe!” She shouted after him and he nodded in response.

Jo spent another hour on the ship, straightening up and dancing to music. Once Grogu finally woke, she fed him quickly and then placed him in a satchel on her hip. On the opposite hip she attached a hip holster for a vibro-knife and picked one from Mando's arsenal to take with her. Jo had no intention of using the knife, but it made her feel safe to have it anyways. She wrapped her head with a scarf, covering her hair and the lower part of her face. Finally she grabbed a cloak she had brought with her when she left Tatooine. Jo pulled the hood up and disembarked the Crest. Whilst exploring the village she came upon a marketplace. An alleyway filled with adobe alcoves and stalls adorned with colorful awnings and woven fabrics. Vendors called out from their stalls, advertising their wares in basic. One stall in particular caught her attention.

A twi'lek woman greeted Jo, "Bright Suns traveller, I see you are wearing a headscarf. I have many beautiful scarves, ones that would compliment your beautiful eyes. Come, come see." The shopkeep gestured to several tables where scarves of a variety of textiles and patterns were neatly on display. Jo selected a few headscarves and hoods, and decided to purchase them, given that having to cover herself was becoming more common. She thanked the woman and went about her shopping.

After exploring for a few hours, she decided it was time for a break. She found a quiet spot near a large pool of water and allowed Grogu out of his carrier. He sat in her lap while she fed him some kettle-popped grains that she had purchased. While he was happily munching away, a old quarren man approached Jo.

"Ex-excuse me. I hate to be a bother, but how much?" The man inquired.

Her eyebrows scrunched together as she glared. "How much... For what?"

He laughed as if she was the one asking an absurd question. "How much for your rare critter? I've never seen a creature like it! I must have it for my collection. I am willing to pay handsomely, name your price."

She stood up, placing the child into the satchel and shifting him so that he was resting behind her. "He is not for sale. He is a child, and he is under my protection."

He cocked his head to the side and scoffed, "My dear, everything in this galaxy has a price." He reached a hand out to touch her, and she caught him by the wrist with one hand and unsheathed her vibro-knife with the other. Jo held the knife to his throat, beneath the tentacles protruding from his jaw.

"Fine. Name your price." She shook with anger as she echoed his request back to him. "How much are you willing to pay for your own life, old man?"

The quarren's chest rose and fell with rapid, anxious breaths. "Apologies. I will leave you in peace with your... Son. No need for threats." He held his hands up in surrender, and she relinquished her hold on him.

She kept her knife firmly in her grasp as she watched him back away. It wasn't until the man had disappeared from sight that she finally re-sheathed her vibro-knife and checked on Grogu. His ears perked up when they made eye contact.

"Everything is okay little guy. I won't let anything happen to you." She patted him on the head and he cooed happily. "How about we finish the shopping and head home?" She froze at her own words. Jo hadn't given it much thought but, she was starting to feel more at home on the Crest than she had anywhere else since... She shook the thought from her mind and returned to the present, focusing on the young one on her hip. He was still happily cooing, waiting for her to begin the trek through the marketplace once more.

Mando had left her a substantial number of credits to be able to purchase necessities, which she took full advantage of. She returned to the ship at sunset, hands full of bags of bursting with food. It was nearly dark when she finally made it aboard. She placed the food down on the floor and closed the ramp behind her. Grogu was set down onto the floor and proceeded to waddle around the hull, searching for something shiny to play with most likely. She left him to his own devices and began to put away the food she had acquired. Since she had joined the Mandalorian's 'crew', the pantry had gone from sparse to bursting. Cooking was one of her favorite pastimes, and it was much easier to do when there was variety. Once that was done she prepared dinner for herself and Grogu, something small since it was just the two of them. They ate and he fell asleep, leaving her to her own devices. She stared at the closed door of Mando’s bunk, debating whether she was going to take the offer to sleep in there. She hadn't been inside since Lothal. 

Jo decided that a shower, regardless of where she would sleep tonight, was in order. As she washed herself, she found the bruises he had kissed into her skin several nights ago. They were mostly faded, but the memory still lingered. She traced over every single mark, reveling in the fact that there was evidence that he had been there. Jo realized she had been in the refresher for so long that her fingers were pruning. She turned off the water and dressed in a silk night dress that Peli had given her that she had 'lyin around'. It was one of the nicest things Jo had ever been given, so she didn't ask any further questions about the origins. She exited the fresher and took a deep breath to gather her nerves.

Fuck it.

She brought the egg-shaped crib with her into Mando’s bunk and the door hissed shut behind her. She crawled into his cot, which was definitely more comfortable than hers. His scent was everywhere, but hung especially heavy on the bunk. Jo let herself imagine he was lying beside her. She drifted to sleep to the thought of his arm draped over her waist and his body pressed up behind her.

She dreamt of him, of Mando. His face was always hazy in her dreams, the only visible feature was his scruffy jaw. He’s holding her on Naboo, and professing his undying love and loyalty to her. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, and he lifts her completely off the ground. The pair of them fall backwards into the meadow and the dream morphs into something much steamier than it had started as. Clothes were being thrown off each other. Burning hot kisses being pressed against one another. Their moans of pleasure echoing through the field as they gave into it completely.

Jo was moaning in her sleep. A wetness pooling between her thighs. She was grinding her hips against nothing, desperate for a sense of real friction in her dream world. Unbeknownst to her, the Mandalorian was bearing witness to all of it.

It was dark and he was back earlier than he had anticipated, but he could make out her body in his bed perfectly. She was wearing something he had never seen on her before and he liked what he saw. He wasn't sure what he should do in a situation like this. In truth, he was planning to just sleep in her cot for the night, let her rest peacefully. Then she began speaking in her sleep and all rational thought left his mind.

"Mando..." She moaned loudly, "Need you...Don't stop." Jo continued to whimper and moan while he carefully removed Grogu from the room and quietly stripped down. He climbed into the small bed with her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her backside against him. She grinded her hips against his aching erection, lighting a fire in his veins. He grinded against her in return, letting out a ragged breath at the friction. He pressed soft kisses to her neck as he reached a hand between her legs. As his fingers made contact she let out a shaky breath.

"Fuck, what I would give to know what you're dreaming about that would make you this wet." He gently pulled the hem of her dress up over her ass, and dragged his tip through her wetness. Another loud moan left her lips as he sank his hard cock deep inside her. She was soaking wet and so warm. He let his cock just rest inside her for a long moment. The feeling of her pussy clenching and pulsating around him was something he wanted to fully enjoy.

"Please," came her voice in the dark, different than when she had spoken in her sleep before. This time it was a pleading whisper, heavy with lust and sleep. She grinded back against him, an intention there that hadn't been there before. She was awake. She was grinding and begging, desperate for him to move. The fact that she was this needy for him made his head buzz. Experimentally, he brought a hand up and grasped her throat with a gentle pressure. She bit her lip and moaned loudly at the new sensation.

"Keep begging for it, sweet girl. Convince me you deserve it." He growled into her ear.

"Please fuck me. Need your cock so bad. Want you to take me. Only you." She whimpered, pressing against him as much as possible. Her last two words nearly took the wind out of him.

Only you.

He began to pump into her with a slow, aggressive pace, burying himself completely in her with each stroke. He pressed his mouth to her neck and moaned.

"All. Fucking. Mine." Punctuated with each rough stroke. Her moans were unbridled, her mind still in the fog of sleep. She gave her body to him completely. She wanted him to make her his. She craved this.

"All yours. Fuck! Don't stop."

"That's it, come for me. Come on my cock mesh'la." He continued fucking into her, his pace never faltering as she fell apart for him. Her orgasm ripped through her, a blinding heat crashing over her, but he didn't stop. Instead he began fucking into her faster, he groaned against the skin of her neck.

"Where... Where should I..." He couldn't manage a full sentence, his ecstasy clouding his mind. Jo reached behind her and grasped his hair tightly.

"Inside. Want you to fill me up."

"F-fuck. Are you-"

"I'm safe, come inside me. Please." Mando sank his teeth into her shoulder as he came. His release coated her walls and dripped out around his cock. He was huffing and panting. He pulled out of her and she felt it slowly drip out of her. Jo hummed happily as she sank back into the pillow, her body relaxing completely. As she started to drift to sleep once more she felt a shift behind her which pulled her back from the edge.

"Stay," she whimpered, grasping for him in the dark. He grabbed her hand a placed a kiss to her palm.

"I will, but first I need to clean up the mess I have made." He laughed lightly.

"Fine. As long as you promise you'll be back."

"I will always come back." He disappeared for a few moments, and when he returned he had a towel with warm water. She was almost completely asleep at this point, so he wiped her thighs clean for her. He readjusted her dress and threw on a pair of boxers. Mando climbed back into the bed and held her tight as he followed her into sleep.

She was dreaming the same dream again. They're on Naboo and he's confessing his love. She stood on her toes to press a kiss to his lips like before. This time the dream turned, she pulled back and her gaze was met with red eyes. He gripped her tight, bruising her skin with the force. She screamed trying to pull away, it’s no use though. She was too weak in his grasp, unable to run away. The world fell away from beneath her and she awoke in the familiar bunk. She bolted up, startling Mando awake.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice a mix of sleep and panic. She was choking on sobs and shaking uncontrollably. Hearing this woke him up entirely. He pulled her into his arms and gently stroked her hair. "Shh… it's okay sweet girl… you're safe. It was just a dream."

She buried her face, her voice muffled by his shoulder, "But it wasn't… it was him…" He cradled her against his chest. He still wasn't sure what memories plagued her, but it didn't matter. She was obviously upset.

"I'm here now. I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you." He promised softly.

Jo was too delirious to process his words, but her body responded. She relaxed into him and her breathing slowed. They remained like that, her in his arms with Mando stroking her back. Once her breathing became slow and rhythmic again, he relaxed. He cradled her face with his hand as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Ni Kelir cabour gar mesh'la." He whispered softly.

I will protect you beautiful.

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[timeguardians]

Stow Away: (quasi-plotted) (Anya the penniless stow-away orphan ends up in the storm with Eric and his crew) @sirensought

Anya MUST escape St. Petersburg!!! There is nothing quiet about the way her heart floundered and battered her ribcages.

Callous wooden rails pass beneath the pads of once pristine fingertips as Anya picks her way, as inconspicuously as possible, through the ships scurrying staff. A staff readying for a seemingly hasty departure.

They were not speaking Russian. No, the words floated with a foreign grace from their tongues. They were headed for a far-off place. A place she vaguely remembered seeing on a map once upon a dream. Or had it been a dream of a dream? She knows not. Still, they had to be closer to Paris than she had ever been before.

Hours and many miles of water later:

A burly man accosted her, dragging her forewords till she stood before a handsome, slender built man. "Look what I found down below." His accusatory statement lingers in the air. Then he snarls. "A village rat."

Anya hisses. His grip upon her delicate wrist nearly crushing. Beneath a vehement exhale, lingered the words "speak for yourself." And then a vile Russian derogatory expression is aimed in his direction. "Unhand me or pull back a STUMP." And she meant every syllable of her threat.

"Shall I throw her overboard, Prince Eric?"

Great. Now her fate rested in the hands of a hawkish-eyed twig. Anya HUFFS. Displeasure apparent on her features, despite the widening of her eyes at the man's honorific.

[faithandarisadventures]

Eevee Stows Away on the Thanksgiving Road Trip Birmingham, Alabama November 19, 2022

We visited Ari’s family again for Thanksgiving and Eevee decided to stow away in my purse. (I will post her travel pictures separately from ours.)

[squibo]

[shotmrmiller]

There's a post going around abt price lying about his sex life and why do I think Simon would be the same way? He's like nah mate I don't fuck but goes home to reader every time to make sure that mattress still has an impression of reader

that's funny because i think price would fucking boast. you know those 'we trying for a baby' 'why tf do i wanna know you getting stuffed full of cum' memes? that's him.

oh he's letting everyone and their mom fucking know that he's going in with only the gun he keeps by his bedside as protection cuz babyyyy-

and do not asking him what positions to have some sort of cheeky gotcha moment he will spill any and all beans. he doesn't care. proud of it. he's got a heavy sac and a full heart and ain't ashamed in the least.

simon is the one that lies. yeah, he could have tons of one nighters. used to, too. the boys know him well enough that if he up and leaves in the middle of a 141 night out, he's gotten in someone's pants. and he still does that. doesn't say a word after finishing that swill soap calls beer and just-

leaves. blends into the shadows and disappears. soap tends to give some crass whistle too like don't do anything i wouldn't do but he's just running to go home to you cuz he:

misses you

needs to be inside you

also tired, social battery is empty

he doesn't tell even price anything. it makes him feel a bit bad, almost. (keyword almost. you're the upmost priority and if john is the man simon knows him to be, he'd understand)

he trusts him to always have his six no matter what and here simon is, hoarding you like a dragon does his treasure but he just can't risk anyone knowing of you. will not come home to an empty, bloodied home like he did last time.

all it takes is one slip of the tongue. one word to fall onto listening ears for you to get taken and killed, if not worse. he's made one too many enemies. he knows he's dangerous. knows his life's dangerous. but he gives up so much for his country so the least anyone can let him have all for himself is you.

and no photos taken :) except for the ones he lets you take of yall on polaroid.

[kaeyachi]

Kaeya, despite being a sickly and gentle child, was his own kind of nightmare for Crepus and the other Dawn Winery staff.

See, Diluc is prone to mischief and chaos, dragging along his younger brother and a couple of other children into his plots and messes.

But Kaeya? Kaeya is the type to end up in the most random, and I do mean most random, of places. He would vanish for several hours, only to be found in an unexpected location such as, oh let's say that one time, he was found eating fruit with some friendly hilichurls...IN LIYUE.

He was such a curious soul that would easily get distracted by the wonders of Teyvat, but since he is so silent in both words and movements, whoever is watching over him would lose sight of him just as quickly.

He has caused several search parties in his youth, only for people to find out he was following a seelie to a treasure chest or napping with a young wolf cub in Wolvendom.

Crepus swears that Kaeya and Diluc are competing on who can give him gray hairs the fastest (so far, Diluc is winning, but Kaeya sure is catching up with every scream of panic from a designated babysitter and Diluc)

[casart]

What's got you fuming, buddy? What's got you raging, dude?( ͡° ꒳ ͡°)

[kyurochurro]

MSR SLUMBER PARTY!!! WEEEEEEEEEEE 💫🌙🛸 (they’re gonna watch movies all night)

[the-valiant-valkyrie]

i'm KIND OF REALLY BAD at making outfits/designs for characters so i'm not sure if i'm ever going to get around to anyone else.... but the isat tag can take my cultist au odile. as a little treat.

Odile - Siffrin - Isabeau

[starcurtain]

Sometimes I think about the fact that we have absolutely no information on how long Aventurine actually spent in slavery.

He fled from the Avgin massacre as a young child, and we didn't see him again until he was a grown adult. I doubt he could have survived entirely on his own at that age and Sigonia's conditions seem too harsh for people to randomly adopt orphans, especially from a rival/outcast clan...

We do know that the master we see on screen was not his only master, because he was purchased from someone else, but we have no idea how many masters he had total before his final one, how many times he could have fled and been recaptured, how many times he was bought and sold...

We do know that Aventurine appears to have been kept on Sigonia or somewhere similarly tribal for those missing years, since his first request to the IPC is for Jade to take him to her "chief," but we don't even know how long Aventurine has been out of slavery. He doesn't look massively different in age from his "trial" with Jade to how he looks in-game now, and he did not rise through the IPC ranks over time like Topaz but won his role directly through his gamble with Jade and then later proving himself on Iymanika.

Basically, all this is leading to a big question: Is it possible that the Aventurine we know is only barely out of slavery? That there may be something like five years or fewer separating him from the wastelands of Sigonia? That he learned all these new behaviors, all this new information about how to operate as a free person in the universe, in what likely amounts to 2-3 years of Jade's guidance and his own hard work?

Man, what an incredible character. Really a standout among my very favorites.

[hunnythebee]

Stow Away

Chapter 8: Trust

The Mandalorian and Jo's relationship is growing into something more, and she has questions about the man behind the mask. Does he trust her enough to answer them? Does she trust him enough to answer honestly? Well, he has an idea to ease both their minds, sort of...

Tags: Mando x oc, Mando x ofc, Din Djarin x oc, Din Djarin x ofc, plot with porn, spicy, truth pollen, crazy trust exercise, a surprise guest

18+ --Minors DNI-- 18+

Warnings: nudity, smut (I'm not going to list them all so just take this as your warning), cliff-jumping, truth serum/truth pollen trope, cursing

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | Masterlist

A/N

I won't lie, this one is entirely different from the chapter I had originally written. It's still going in the direction I had planned, but I'm nervous as to how/if people will like it. I'm trusting the process and seeing my story through.

Jo woke from her deep sleep in complete darkness, unaware of where she was, but a familiar scent and warm body reminded her. She moved to feel around for a light switch and just as her hand was about to switch it on, a hand snatched her by the wrist.

"Mesh'la… you know the rules, and I don't have my helmet." Her lover's voice was still heavy with sleep. He sat up and kissed her shoulder in an attempt to coax her back into their previous position. 

Jo sighed, desperate to stay in bed with him but also aware that she had duties that took priority. "I want to stay, Mando. You know that. But I have things that I need to do and I don't even know what time it is." She made an attempt to stand, only to be met with the force of his strength pulling her back in. Their naked bodies collided and toppled backwards onto the bed. Mando locked his arms around her waist as she took his lips into a loving kiss. They stayed like this for several long moments until Jo broke away to speak. "I'm serious. I need to go."

"Fine," he reluctantly released her hips and she stood from the bed once more. This time he reached for his helmet instead of her. Jo waited for the hiss of the mask before switching on the light.

Hiss. Click.

The light flickered on and she took in the small room. There wasn’t much to see, there was a standing locker, a bunk, and that was pretty much it. Her eyes met the T-shape visor and she drank in the rare image before her. Even though sleeping together had become a regular occurence, being able to see him was not. Jo took in every detail, from the warm tone of his skin, to the way the sheet hung loosely over his legs with the slight v-shape of his torso dipping underneath. She hummed happily at the sight and finally dressed herself. Grogu was still sleeping and the hull was dead silent. Jo made her way to the galley while Mando put himself together. After about an hour or so, Jo had finished putting together a breakfast fit for a king. Meats and fruits, sweet oats and pancakes. She had been working up quite the appetite as of late, given the extra curricular activities she and the Mandalorian had been getting up to. She left the kitchen to call to Mando and Grogu, but when she left the warm confines of the galley she was met with cool fresh air.

Hold on. Fresh?

The ramp was lowered and she heard a giggle outside. She carefully disembarked, taking in the air, cool and crisp. The scent of the sea filled the air. It was an amazing difference from the desolation of Tatooine and Nevarro that she had been subject to in recent times. She took a deep breath, basking in the cool breeze.

Then she saw him. He was sitting in the tall yellowed grass watching Grogu bound through the field. He was chasing some small creature through the meadow. As she stood at the end of the ramp with her hair blowing in the breeze, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace overcome her. Tears welled in her eyes as she fondly regarded what her life had become since stowing away on the bounty hunter's ship. She hadn’t put it all together till now, but she was realizing that this rust bucket of a ship was a home to her now and these two wayward souls were the closest thing she had to family. Mando wasn't just a lover, he showed her compassion, consoling, and caring. Jo couldn't imagine her life without him or the child, and that was equal parts calming and terrifying. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and approached the Mandalorian and child. As she came into view, Grogu waddled up to her, demanding to be lifted into her arms. She granted his wish and proceeded to sit next to Mando. 

“Hi…” her voice was small and slightly hoarse from the cold morning air.

“Are you okay?” He wasted no time in noticing the slight flush in her cheeks.

“Yeah… I'm okay.” Jo placed little Grogu on the ground and he took off once again. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Taking care of me.” She smiled at him and he melted. Physically falling back into the grass.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

NO! You are an angel and I need you in my life everyday forever. I want to be selfish with you and selfless for you. He screamed internally.

“Yeah, just…tired.” It wasn’t a lie. It was also not what he wanted to say.

“I can imagine. Sorry about that.” She giggled.

“No!” he bolted up from the ground. “Not because of you. Never because of you. The kid… he’s… a lot.”

“Yeah, he really is. But nothing I can’t handle.” She flashed him another smile and he slumped back into the grass. This time she followed and they lay side by side in the grass in sweet silence. Jo turned on her side and looked at the Mandalorian beside her.

“Hey Mando?”

“Hmm?”

"How did you know my name?"

His heart dropped. He attempted to play it off. "You introduced yourself to me when we met."

"No, I didn't. I've been thinking about it a lot, I never told you my name. And you've never asked."

He sighed, an overwhelming sense of dread rushed through him. He was terrified of telling her that she was a bounty, even though he had no intention of collecting on her. However he knew he couldn't hide it for forever.

"Your…bounty had your name on it."

She smacked herself in the head, falling back comically. Mando was completely confused. She was laughing.

"I'm such an idiot! You saw my name on the bounty! Of course! I had completely forgotten."

He was bewildered. She had answered her own question, and it still wasn't the complete truth. He felt guilty about it, but he decided to hold off on telling her about her puck being in his possession still. He wanted to hold onto the fantasy a little longer.

Jo's mind was racing. He was acting strange, and then he brought up her bounty. She didn't want to believe that he could actually have her puck, but it wasn't out of the realm of possibility. She had enough to know her answer, and she didn't want to hear him say it. She knew it could ruin everything, so she opted to tiptoe around it for now. Jo gathered herself and sat up.

"Well… since we never did get properly introduced…" she turned to face him, offering a hand. "Jomira Barellos, but my friends call me Jo." Mando shook her hand, not completely understanding what she was doing. She leaned in slightly, still grasping his hand. "This is the part when you would tell me your name."

"Oh, uh…" he felt flustered by her forwardness.

"I'm just kidding Mando! It's okay, you don't have to, I get it." She tossed him a wink and stood from her spot in the grass. "I completely forgot, food's ready. We should probably go eat before it gets any colder."

"Right…" He was still in shock. Not entirely sure what just happened or why she was being so strange about his name. Sure, he wasn't accustomed to giving his name to just anybody, but that was more of a personal code. It kept him safe. She wasn't going to hurt him, so what did he have to lose by telling her?

She made her way quickly onto the ship with Grogu balanced on her hip. Her heart was thundering in her chest as she served up the plates of food. Why was it so important to her, knowing his name? She felt like an idiot for trying to ask for it this way. Honestly, she really just wanted to forget the whole exchange and crawl right back into bed.

Breakfast was the same as usual, quiet eating with her and the kid facing away from the Mandalorian. However, because of the interaction that morning, the air felt dense. After they were finished Grogu toddled off for a nap, and Jo went about clearing the dishes. When she reached for Mando's plate he seemed deep in contemplation, thinking so hard that he didn't even glance her way. Feeling slightly hurt by his apparent coldness to her, she vowed to give him his space for the day. She assumed she had hit a nerve when asking for his name earlier and didn't want to make anymore waves. Jo decided that after cleaning up, she would excuse herself from the ship to go walk along the beach or something like that. She put on a headscarf and her thick cloak, pulling the hood up to protect against the wind. Jo turned to call out to Mando to tell him she was heading out for a bit, but he was standing right behind her.

"Good, you're ready to go."  He said, as if she had known he wanted to take her somewhere.

"I was going on a walk. Where are you going?" She felt utterly confused.

"You are coming with me. I have something to show you." Jo could've sworn she could hear him smiling behind the mask. He took her by the hand and led her off the ship. The ramp rose behind them and the entrances locked. He didn't stop to look back at the Crest. Mando just kept her hand grasped in his leather clad hand as he walked on to their mystery destination. They walked for a good while before finally coming to a large cliff. He released her hand and gestured for her to walk to the edge. Her heart was hammering in her chest as she looked down. 

It was a steep black cliff side with tall angry waves slamming into the rocks below. The water was a dark color, a green tinted black with white foam dancing across the tops of the waves. Jo swallowed hard and stepped back from the ledge, only to feel her back press into the man who had brought her here. He placed his arms around her waist as she turned to face him.

"What are we doing here? What's going on?" She felt fear twisting in her gut. Mando pressed the forehead of his helmet to hers.

"There are things I want to tell you, mesh'la. But I need to know something from you first." He sounded just as scared as she felt.

"I'll tell you anything. You know that." She responded, feeling her fear dissipating.

"It's not something you can tell me. It's something you can show me."

"What do you mean?" She felt even more confused than before.

"I need you to prove to me that you trust me. It's… it's important that you trust me."

"How exactly do I prove that I trust you?"

"Jump—"

"You're insane! I wouldn't survive that, and even if I did, the water must be freezing!" She pushed away from him but he caught her by the wrists.

"Let me finish, please. I won't force you to, but at least hear me out."

"Okay…"

"Jump off this cliff and I promise to catch you before you even get close to landing in the water." Jo narrowed her eyes.

"And what's in this for me?"

The Mandalorian pulled a small stim from his belt and held it up between two fingers. "This is a truth serum. One dose and a human will be incapable of lying for one hour. If you show that you trust me, then I will let you use this on me and you can ask any questions you want."

She stared hard at the small blue vial between his fingers while chewing at her lip. What he was asking was a pretty big leap, literally. However the reward was making the challenge worth it. She took a deep breath and met the gaze of his visor.

"Deal."

"Are you sure?"

"You promise to catch me?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow to him.

"I promise."

"That's all I needed to hear." With those words she took two steps back and fell off the edge. The wind whipped past her ears and ripped the scarf off her head. She had closed her eyes as she had stepped off, not wanting to see the world falling around her. She couldn't hear anything over the roar of the ocean or the wind in her ears. Suddenly she felt hands grab her beneath her arm and legs, and her falling ceased. She opened her eyes to see that he had kept his promise and was now cradling her against his chest as he flew the pair of them back to the Crest. Mando did not place her back on the ground after landing but instead carried her all the way inside the ship and to his bunk. He set her down gingerly and knelt down beside her. He grabbed the small vial of truth serum and placed it in her hand.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Jo held the stim up to the light and analyzed the blue tinted liquid inside as the Mandalorian removed his armor. She looked over at him, wondering what he was planning.

"Umm what are you doing?" She smirked at him.

"Nothing that you're probably thinking about. I just figured that I might as well get comfortable if we are going to be here for the next hour." He shrugged as he removed his boots and sat down beside her on the bed. He undid his flight suit and moved the collar aside so she could use the stim on his neck. She kissed the exposed area and activated the stim. The liquid disappeared from the vial and he leaned back against the wall.

"Give it a few minutes and it will start to take effect."

"I think I know what we can do to kill some time." She moved to straddle his lap and kissed a portion of exposed skin. He groaned at the sensation, grasping at her hips.

"Close your eyes." 

She did as instructed, and just as soon as the helmet was off his lips were on hers. His kiss was soft and rough. She had never seen it, but she knew he had facial hair. Jo felt it every time they kissed. She had never considered herself to be one to like facial hair, but now she couldn't imagine kissing him without his scruff. He licked at her bottom lip and she opened her mouth to him. The feeling of his tongue in her mouth was intoxicating. It never failed to leave her dizzy and lightheaded, as though she had just drank several shots of spotchka. She broke off from the kiss and he lowered the helmet back down. She pressed her forehead to his.

"Has it… taken effect yet?" She asked, slightly out of breath.

"Yes. I can't lie now. Anything I say is the truth." He sounded almost as nervous as she felt.

"You can't lie…" she hummed to herself.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Green."

She giggled, "that makes sense. Okay, what kind of music do you listen to?"

"I don't."

She gasped dramatically.

"Are you really going to waste this serum on stupid questions?" He asked, amused.

"Don't judge my questions. But fine, I'll get deeper…" she thought for a moment, rooting around for a question she wanted answered. "What color are your eyes?"

"Brown."

"I knew it!" She exclaimed.

"Do you think about my eyes a lot?" He hummed, brushing a hand through her hair. She nodded in response.

"Are they golden brown or a dark brown?"

"Dark."

She hummed happily, adding the image of his dark eyes to her mental image of him.

"Jo?" He interrupted her thoughts. "Why haven't you asked me anything important?"

"Why are you doing this? Why take the serum? Why let me ask you anything?" She was scared to ask deeper questions.

"I trust you."

"Trust me? You barely know me!" She was stunned at his words.

"I know enough. You care unconditionally and you do whatever you need to do to survive. There is pain and torment inside you, yet your heart has been open to me and Grogu. Anything you want, anything you need, ask and it's yours."

A wicked thought flashed through her mind. He could tell what she was thinking too. Her back stiffened and she leaned back and looked at him. They sat in silence. The unspoken request looming in the air. Din's hands left her and began to hook under his helmet. She quickly grabbed his wrists, halting the movement.

"No." She whispered.

"Isn't this what you want?"

"No!"

"Why not?" He sounded amused by her flustered response.

She lowered her eyes, feeling as if she was an exposed nerve. 

"Because…"

"Yes?" He persisted.

"I respect you. I respect you too much. And I know what taking off your helmet would mean."

"Hmm…" he leaned back, laughing hard.

"What's so funny?" 

“Nothing.” 

“Then why’re you laughing?” He stopped laughing and the silence was filled with something hotter. He grabbed her by the chin and she could feel him looking into her eyes.

“I’m laughing because…I want you to 'disrespect' me.”

She froze. He was smirking under that damned mask, she could hear it.

"So… you want me to ask you personal questions. Force you to open up to me?" 

"Gods help me, I do." She felt him twitch beneath her and she realized that this whole ordeal was turning him on. Her eyes widened with excitement and she took a deep breath.

"Okay, then let's get into this. How did you really know my name?"

He groaned, as if he was straining against the answer. "I told you, it was on your bounty." He was gripping her tighter, and she could tell that wasn't all.

"Yeah, you did say that. But there's more, isn't there?"

He nodded slowly, "Yes."

She tried to shift off of him, but his hold was too tight. Jo was beginning to feel a fear boiling up, and she couldn't run. "Why were you on Tatooine? Why Mos Eisley?"

"I was there for you." He sounded pained, but he also seemed to still be enjoying it somehow.

"You have my bounty puck, don't you?" Her heart was trying to escape her chest.

"Yes."

"Then… why haven't you turned me in?" She felt panic rising until he grabbed her face gently, cupping her cheeks with his large hands.

"Shh… mesh'la. I swear I would never, never turn you in. I haven't turned you in because… I–"

The ship's alarm blared as several tie-fighters flew overhead. Jo and Mando both raced out of his bunk, and scaled the ladder into the cockpit.

“Strap in," he ordered, "We’re getting out of here.”

He took out one of tie-fighters as the Razor Crest was taking off, and managed to dodge out of firing range of the remaining ship. Mando expertly outran the remaining tie-fighter while exiting the planet's atmosphere. Jo's body was humming and vibrating by the time they exited the atmosphere. The minute he thrusted the ship into hyperspace she unlatched her restraint and approached his chair. She spun him in his seat so he was facing her. His response was not what she had anticipated. Jo was imagining him being surprised, shocked by the sudden act, but no. He looked completely relaxed. He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread wide. She glanced down and absent mindedly licked her lips.

“Something you want, Jo?” He asked, his voice sounding sultry through the voice modulator.

In an act of sheer boldness, she placed her hands on his shoulders and slung each leg over his. As she sunk down onto his lap he grabbed her ass. His fingers began to knead the soft flesh as he groaned. She linked her arms around the back of his neck, the hard beskar of his helmet biting her arm as she did. Jo leaned her forehead against his, the metal fogging from her warm breath. Experimentally she grinded down against him, and she was pleased to discover that he was rock hard beneath her hips. 

"I still have 15 minutes to ask you whatever I want, yes?" She spoke in a breathy whisper.

"Yes…" he answered, his breathing audible through his modulator.

"What were you going to say? Before we were interrupted."

"You already know."

"Say it."

"I fell for you, Jomira. I saw your face and I heard your voice, and all I wanted was to protect you. I never planned on seeing you again, but then you were on my ship. You made yourself unavoidable." His voice was low.

"I've fallen for you too, Mando. I–" he covered her mouth with his hand.

"That's not my name sweet girl." His voice hummed.

"Tell me your name," she breathed out.

"Din Djarin"

She smiled, "Din Djarin…"

His chest rose and fell heavily. 

"Din…" she moaned, grinding her hips against him.

“Fuck…” he huffed, grinding 

“I need you, Din…” she moaned.

“Whatever you want, mesh'la. It’s yours.”

“Mmm…” her mind glazed over as the nickname fell from his lips and she sank down from his lap to between his legs. Jo worked his pants open and grasped his leaking cock. She took in the image of his erection in her hand, realizing she hadn’t been able to see it last time. She pressed her tongue flat against the shaft, licking slowly from the base to the tip, swirling his tip before sucking him lightly. The taste of him filled her mouth and the sound of his needy moans flooded her ears. She was surrounded by him, making her drench her panties. She looked up at him through her lashes as she sank down his length, taking every inch of him down her throat till her nose buried in the hair of his pelvis. Din’s hand found her head and gently held it. Jo didn’t break her gaze as she began to move, sucking and licking as she bobbed. The cockpit filled with the sounds of his pleasure, encouraging her to keep going. The ship dropped out of hyperspace with no warning and her head was thrusted forward, taking him suddenly and harshly down her throat. She coughed and gagged, tears streaming from her eyes from the aggression of him slamming into her throat.

She pulled back for a moment, gasping for air. A stream of spit coated her chin, which Din wiped away delicately with the thumb of his glove. He placed that thumb into her mouth, watching her intensely as he did so. 

“Bite.” He commanded, and she obliged.

He pulled his hand from the glove. He grabbed the glove from her teeth and leaned forward. He lifted her from her position on the floor and moved her till she was standing in front of the control panel of the ship. She was facing away from him, staring out at the vast expanse of space. She felt his hand press between her shoulder blades, forcing her body forward till she was practically laying on the panel. Din grasped the waist of her pants and tugged them over her hips, revealing her ass and dripping pussy. He dragged a digit through her wetness, collecting and bringing up under his helmet for a taste.

“Please Din…” Jo whimpered.

He aligned himself with her hole and thrusted in. She gasped from the roughness of the entry, and moaned from the pleasure. He buried himself completely and held there for a long moment, enjoying the sensation of her fluttering around him. She tried to move against him, desperate for the friction.

"Say my name again…" he commanded as he massaged her ass.

"Din.." she whimpered. He rewarded her with a heavy thrust into her pussy, and she realized what he wanted. She began repeating his name, a mantra flowing from her mouth as he railed her on the controls. Each moan of his name was another thrust of him into her cunt.

Her orgasm came fast, and without warning. As she came hard on his cock she screamed out his name.

"Sounds so kriffing good when you're moaning my name." He continued fucking into her at a brutal pace, chasing his own orgasm now. 

Jo's mind was blank, and her ears were ringing. She was a moaning mess. Staring out into the vast expanse in front of her, she finally took note of something in their reflection. He had removed his helmet. She couldn't make out much, but she found the glint of his eyes boring into her own. He noticed her gaze and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her upright and flush against him. He moaned into her ear as continued fucking her.

"You want to see my face, admit it. You want to ruin me. You like the idea of being so addictive that I lose myself to you entirely. Makes you so wet to imagine me abandoning my faith, just so I can look at you with my own eyes and taste your skin in the sunlight. Isn't that right you kriffing temptress?"

She nodded in response, but this wasn't enough for him. "Use your words, you siren."

"Kriffin' hell yes! I want to be so selfish with you. A selfish shameless slut for you."

This confession is what finally pushed him over the edge. He didn't realize how close he was and released inside her, coating her walls in his cum.

He relaxed and pulled his softening dick from her. A thought crossed his mind, a need to see an image that he just created. He bent her back over the control panel, presenting her pussy to him once again. He knelt down behind her and spread her open, watching his cum drip from her hole.

"Like what you see?" She hummed.

"I do," he whispered as he used his fingers to collect the dripping cum and push back inside her. After committing the sight to memory, he finally stood and placed his helmet back on. 

Jo pulled her pants back on, and turned to face her lover. Her face was bright red and her hair was a mess. Din loved the sight of it. He grabbed her waist and pulled her in, pressing his forehead to his once again and pulling away. This time her curiosity took over.

"What does that mean?"

"What?"

She grabbed his helmet and pressed her forehead to his this time. "This."

"It…uhh.. it means…" he was stammering.

"Jeez, whatever it means, it sure seems to have you very flustered suddenly." She teased him gently.

He laughed, relaxing a little and finding his words, "it's called a keldabe kiss. It's a Mandalorian thing."

"So what does it mean, a keldabe kiss?"

"Well, originally… It's a fighting technique. You headbutt your opponent with your helmet and it can knock them out."

"But that's not what this is."

"No. This one… it's a gesture of… affection. As Mandalorians, we are typically wearing our helmets so if we want to kiss whilst wearing them, this is the alternative."

"That makes sense." Then she started to remember all the times he had done it. The night she had asked him to kiss her… he already had. Just not in the way she knew. 

They were starting to orbit Nevarro, and he needed to focus on landing the ship. She sat down in her chair, questions swirling in her mind. After they landed, Din stood to descend the ladder, but she stopped him.

"Din… We– we should talk." She was staring up at him through her lashes, and he wanted nothing more than to stay.

"I would stay if I could, mesh'la. But Karga's expecting me and I can't keep him waiting." He pressed his helmet to her forehead, and she smiled understanding the gesture finally. "But I promise I will be back as soon as I can. We will talk then."

"Okay. I'll be waiting for you."

"Good. Also, I'm taking the kid with me. Karga wants to see him."

"Oh, okay. I'll find some way to entertain myself then."

She followed him down the ladder and watched him leave with Grogu. After they left she decided a shower was in order after their escapades in the cockpit. She didn't take long, knowing she would need to make herself scarce when Karga's men came to collect the bounties. When she exited the fresher, she was already dressed and almost in full disguise. She opened the ramp to exit the ship, planning to use her original hiding place, but when the ramp lowered her blood ran cold and her soul left her body. 

The familiar blue skin stretch tight over his sharp tooth grin as his red eyes locked with hers.

"Hello Darlin'"

Chapter 7 | Chapter 9 | Masterlist

[sesamenom]

the man in the moon went on too many sidequests

hilarious how the Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late / Man in the Moon Came Down Too Soon implies that tilion once wandered off, got drunk, and after being dragged back he fell out of the Moon and got stuck in a fishing net

[fishermcn]

// not me considering what sam would be like as a father in some impossibly brightish future

[sendpseuds]

She's training very hard.

[slimslamflimflam]

Wait if all the journal 3 pages were restored after Weirdmageddon why does Bill’s book insist there were still missing pages that just conveniently happened to pertain to his incredibly sad backstory and concepts brought up earlier in that same book

[chrisrin]

GEMSTUCK DOODLES!